Ronnie, my dear, don't never disappear...

EEEXACTLY i hate that we didn’t get a choice to say yes……….like i would absolutely go with you fuck the power of friendship 😂✌️

like segment 18 and 25 would be actual THREATS if you happened to be walking around, because they’re not passing up the opportunity to tap that when you’re usually so busy with work……🤤🤤 all of the segments would be thirsting over you, don’t get me wrong (except for 8, i’m not a weirdo. he’d have a cutesy maternal mother-son relationship with you), but they’d also be the most horny imo…..

insert the dottore segments thinking about your stretch marks and softer chubby body while they’re gooning their shit 🤤🤤✌️it’s also no surprise that they would have a thing for boobies….ESPECIAAAALLLY WEBTTORE DUDE……..like i hc him to have a heavy oral fixation, so the larger tits that come with age would be like candy to him……..mhh and he’s just sucking on em OH MYGOD

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made with f!reader on mind

English is not my first language, any errors aren't proposital

something about 25 being a shy pervert on the inside keeps my mind awake every night, just him being as needy as 18 , but he has that 'serious' and polite persona that keeps people away from finding how depraved he is.

Like, you just talking with him about some report or something about an experiment, he's a bit taller than you so ofc he's staring down. But his eyes are focused on the way the lab uniform emphasizes your boobs, or how your lips look so delicious today.

Suddenly his mind turns to a direction where he's wondering what more that tongue could do and— don't question when he just nods and suddenly is ignoring you, claiming to have understood.

TW: Dottore, probably bad world construction, anormaly large house, reader works with programming, bad conversion of money (Mora -> Dollar/others currency), probably a poly relationship on the future???? And uuuh English mistakes. PROBABLY VERY OOC PANTALONE AND DOTTORE/OMEGA BUILD

Not proofread

Inspired by a fanart I saw of 25 taking 8 to buy magazines

You really needed coffee.

Like, right now.

Maybe you have stayed too late coding something that probably wasn't that important, or maybe it's the lack of proper sleep. You shouldn't have stayed that late playing games instead of doing your work, or procrastinating to the point you had to stay nights without sleeping to reach a due time.

Maybe God or whatever divinity thing out there decided you should suffer a tiny bit due to all your sins or that time you got a pen from your bully just to give him the feels and absolutely felt bad after.

Or you should just focus on what's happening right now.

Your house is infested with a bunch of blue haired men. There's a little kid poking into your coffee machine, another one that seemed like the youngest of them, his voice was giving you an urge to go there and punch him right in the face. Another one who looked like he just left some kind of clinic and was pretending to hear the younger one complaining.

There was one sitting at your right, staring at you like you were some kind of animal into a zoo, he used a creepy mask covering part of his face. But that wasn't as worse as the one fully covered like he left some plague doctor horror movie.

There was an old man. And as much as he looked tired, he stared at you as curious as the other, and next to him, a man with glasses that probably cost your entire house and more.

Your eyes drifted slowly to the man on your side, the one who called himself 'Omega', he was creepy, really, you couldn't see his face but you could feel his eyes staring at you. Honestly, when you first saw them after returning from groceries, you screamed and ran to try to reach the elevator, you don't know how you somehow was mismatched and brought back to your residence.

Sometimes, living an introverted life kicks your butt.

"...." You stared at the man, trying to not blink while you took into his clothes. Really, who needed that much layers and things? It's not that cold?

"...."

He just stared at you back for a few seconds.

You cut the eye contact first, a grimace in your expression.

"Ah, what a mess." You shivered, hearing the black haired men talking at your left. Really, when he got there? Almost made you jump to the roof. "I believe we haven't introduced ourselves yet."

"I'm Pantalone, Ninth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers."

Somehow, you felt like your life just turned upside down.

By the end of the night, you were feeling exhausted. Somehow, while coding some mod to your Genshin, you managed to really bring Dottore and all his segments, plus Pantalone, to your reality.

It took three cups of coffee and a good look at the eight year old segment staring at your plushies for you to accept that. And the feeling of a Mora in your hand (gold, real gold.)

The problem was that you didn't have that much room, only your bedroom and maybe two others, one that was being used like a room to throw your messiness at.

"Okay" you muttered while massaging your forehead, the headache forming here was intense already. How you weren't killed yet was unknown for you, maybe they just really thought you would somehow bring them back to their reality.

"How strange." You jumped once you heard the voice at your side, making you leave your thoughts. Looking up, you recognized the 25 year old segment. "This world doesn't have a single Ley line, not even a trace of them."

A hum left his lips. Like he was interested in that. You're just happy it wasn't Omega who was talking with you first, not that you're sure this is a good thing.

"Well.." you started, taking another sip of coffee. "That's because we don't have them."

He gave you a funny look with that.

"And how does your world keep their fate? How does your world remember everything that happened?"

"I'm not sure." You answered after a few seconds. "Our world just isn't built like that."

This seemed to have satisfied him for now, or maybe he just felt like you weren't as interesting as he thought.

He left you alone after that.

Somehow, they all were kind of evicting you, despite being in your house. It's what happens when you discover that actually you're a videogame character coded to be like that, and not a being with choices. You saw the eyes of Pantalone lose a bit of sparkle while one of Dottore clones (35? 45?) seemed rather interested in finding where this 'Hoyoverse' resided.

But honestly, that was not your problem.

"..It's a bit uneasy." Pantalone talked with you later that night, somehow, he seemed interested in at least putting you in his good graces or something like that. You could see he was as lost as he tried not to look like. "To discover you're just a part of some game, and that your entire life is just a plaything for someone."

"I can't understand the feeling, but..I believe it's truly horrible." You muttered, watching as he lit a cigarette. "Look, I didn't mean to bring any of you here, to..drip you away from your reality to mine. I'm not even sure how I did it, or why me especially." Your eyes fell to the sink.

"I'm pretty sure this is going to be hard." Your voice grew a bit lower. "I am a stranger, after all."

His eyes were fixed on your back, but he didn't say anything for the moment. Instead, both of you only stayed in that awkward silence. But somehow, it was better than not being recognized.

"I'm surprised they didn't come to kill me already." The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself. "Dottore, I mean. All of them." She muttered.

Pantalone only glazed down at you, like taking your words into consideration was a hard job.

"..they're probably deciding what to do. As much as you see him as a monster. In the end, Dottore is a Scientist."

"and what is more appealing to a scientist than a variable?"

Dottore (35) x GN! Reader

A/N - I have another fic in the works, as promised, but I needed to get this out of my head first.

Tw - topics in this work could be triggering to individuals with eating disorders or poor self-image. Mildly suggestive, SFW.

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° When it comes to Dottore, I think hygiene is the only thing he keeps up with regularly. He's clean, well groomed, and low-key kind of a germophobe. His eating and sleeping habits, however, are a different story.

° He has no sense of 'hm, maybe I should eat', always too engrossed in whatever he's working on until it becomes painful enough to snap him out of it.

° This lead him to also have a constant, nagging fatigue for a long time. This isn't exclusive to 35, the segments have a habit of napping in labs or their office now and then.

° When you met him, his habits were quickly apparent. I imagine he's not super social outside (or inside) of work, so you'd likely be one of his subordinates, where his habits are clearly visible.

° He was caught wildly off-guard when you called it out. It would've gone something like this ↓

You enter his lab with specialty tools, having just arrived to work an hour ago, only to find him still zeroed in on the same experiment from yesterday. Yesterday morning. You place the tools on a nearby table and give him a long look, choosing your words carefully.

"My lord, how long have you been here..?"

He doesn't even look up, scrawling in his notes and recalculating his formula on a whiteboard. "What business is it to you?"

"Well f-forgive me for asking, but aren't you.. hungry?" You fumble your words, afraid you'd overstepped. God knows what he'd do to you if he felt disrespected..

He stops writing mid-sentence, his head cocking up just slightly, while your heart simultaneously drops out your ass. Truthfully, he hadn't thought about it, and he certainly didn't expect anyone else to.

"Since you're so worried about it, I'll assume you're willing to fetch me something more pleasant than cafeteria food." He returns to his equations, again without so much as a glance at you. You take the hint and end up paying out of pocket, because you're a wuss.

° After your display of concern, he became a little more favorable towards you, because he appreciated it deep down. Not that he ever paid for the food he so 'politely' asks for, though.

° Only after you got into a relationship did his habits start affecting him more prominently. He had never thought much about his body before you, and he began to regret that very quickly.

° He suddenly felt nervous when your hands would wander or when you went in for any kind of affection. He began to feel all kinds of self-conscious, primarily about his ribs, because he knew he couldn't just keep you at arm's length forever.

° His hands trembled the first time you got intimate. He kept the lights off and kept you in positions that he could control where you looked, even going as far as to keep your hands off his torso altogether. Unfortunately, his persistence to hide himself also made it difficult to enjoy you properly.

° It took a very long time to be comfortable with himself around you, but it always crept in the back of his mind.

° His favorite act of affection is when you kiss him all over. Whether it's a sexual act or just a display of love, he feels reassured by it. He's not a very touchy-feely person, but sometimes he just wants to drown in you.

° If you're the traveler, there's another rotten seed planted in his heart. He knows this planet isn't your home, and it fills him with dread to think about the day you fly away. Would you want him to go with you? Would you consider giving up on your sibling for him?

° The only reason he doesn't just force you to stay is because he wants your genuine love. He knows that it would be impossible to recreate the feeling of unwarranted and completely voluntary affection.

Hes obviously a little limited but he still easily twirls you or gently dips you

Segment 18 x Fem! Reader

A/N - if you saw me double post today, no I didn't. You're crazy..

Synopsis - Segment 18 trying to act normal around a girl 'his age' whom he really, really likes.

Tw - one angst headcanon, female reader, mentioned first time, kissing, socially awkward 18, reader is given one definitive personality trait.

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° Let's get one thing straight; he does NOT know what 'acting normal' actually entails. He spent his days by himself, holed up in his room or in a closet with a book.

° When faced with you, whether by the cruel hands of fate or his 'superior' segments, he doesn't exactly get nervous.. just a little freaked out. Girls are the scariest thing to boys with no social experience.

° The first time you give him your sharp mouth, he doesn't know how to react. ↓

He'd been in a bad mood all day, having been looked down upon by the other segments particularly harshly today. He sent you on run after run, back and forth between storage closets, offices, and coffee shops.

You were on your last god damn nerve with him. Really, he makes you wonder how the 'emotional' stereotype gets shouldered onto women when he's always on the verge of an aneurysm. You enter his study with his third coffee of the day, finding him muttering to himself angrily.

"I can be just as good as them.. I can be better.. You!" He turns around abruptly, thrusting a finger in your direction. "I need you to-!"

His sentence is cut short when you whack his hand, getting in his personal space with a sharp glare.

"Do you ever shut up about yourself?! How do you expect anyone to treat you like a mature, intelligent person when you throw a hissy fit at every punch to your ego!" You thrust your own finger at him, backing him against the wall. His eyes go wide, rendered completely speechless. He doesn't even register your angry words, just your proximity and your jabbing.

He goes beet red, mumbling something unintelligible and shuffling away.

° He didn't pull that shit on you again.

° Obviously, he doesn't know how to approach you once those feelings surface. How is he supposed to get to know you now that he can't form a proper sentence?

° The following months, everything he says to you starts off confident, only to devolve into barely coherent mumbling.

"Hey! I need you to.. to.. ᵉʰ.. ᵐᵐ.."

(Shuffles away)

° He couldn't quite get the words out when he wanted to ask you out. Would you be creeped out if he knew things he shouldn't? Certainly you'd ridicule him for this.. pathetic state.

° He tried writing an invitation instead, but went through 83 scrapped papers before giving up. He even went as far as to try writing a conversation structure to follow, but suddenly felt shy about his choice topics.

° The only reason he managed to get you on a date is because Segment 25 went snooping for dirt. He wanted to blackmail 18 into doing a favor by threatening to out his feelings, so 18 finally bit the bullet and told you before EVERY Segment could dangle it over his head.

° He was sweaty and nervous the whole time. He'd never had much casual conversation before, and he'd never had the balls to approach a girl on top of that. But once you started talking, he felt slightly at ease to converse. He learned about your mutual interest in star travel, and he just knew.

° After that, he began lacing your food and drink with his elixir. 18 is such a fleeting age, and he didn't want you to grow out of your relationship. Of him. He knows 25 and 35 would be just itching to take you away.

° The first time you kissed him, which you had to initiate, he had a small heart attack. Literally. As for your first time, he fainted shortly after cumming.

° He developed a habit of walking with you when he needed you to retrieve something, claiming that it was either "too heavy for one person" or "it'll be easier to find with two people."

° He also found out he enjoys hallway kisses. Anytime you pass each other, he expects you to stop and give him a fat kiss on the cheek or lips.

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