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a simple favor | stiles x reader
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pairing: stiles stilinski x f!reader (enemy/witch)
word count: 7,120
warnings: language, banter, minor blood, allusions to sex *gasp* but no smut (sorry!)
summary: despite being self-proclaimed "enemies", you manage to drag stiles to your house for help with a spell...and maybe more.
author's note: hi friends! hope everyone is doing as well as they can be, and hope i can offer up a small distraction. i'm back with another witch!reader x stiles fic but this exists in a universe in which you are a "bad guy" and stiles can't stand you...for now ;) more deets at the end! also please just roll with me on any witch stuff idk if anything is accurate to witch lore, i feel as if with magic the rules are made up anyway so i'm doing what i want :)
âHi!â
âAH- Jesus, what the hell are you doing here?â Stiles jumps before his face contorted in annoyance.Â
He was on his way to pick up Scott. For some god forsaken reason his best friend wanted to get a tattoo before they started junior year and Stiles was meant to âsuperviseâ. However, just as Stiles hops into the driverâs seat of his jeep, heâs greeted in the passenger seat by you.Â
And you may or may not be Stilesâs least favorite person in the world.Â
âI was waiting for you,â you state, point blankly like it was normal for you to have broken into his car.Â
Stiles rolls his eyes, âGod, do I want to know why?â
âDoubtful,â you sigh, turning in the seat to start putting on the seatbelt, âYou should probably start driving.â
Stiles slowly narrows his eyes, âWhy?â
âI need your help with a spell.â
âMy help? What makes you think Iâm going to help you?â
âBecause you know I could kill you with the snap of my fingers.â you roll your head in his direction with a pointed look, âBesides, you owe me.â
Oh yeah. Because you saved his life this past spring when Gerard Argent kidnapped him after his lacrosse game.Â
Stiles inwardly groans. You had a point. He had a feeling though no matter how many favors he paid you, youâd never let that go.Â
You may have saved his life, but the thing was, to him and his friends you were still the âbad guyâ. You were still the same witch that pretended to befriend him and Scott when Scott first became a werewolf, just for them to find out you were playing them to help Peter, who had enlisted your help to regain his strength and heal from the Hale fire. Stiles had barely tolerated you since the day you met, but after that, any ounce of trust and respect he had for you vanished.Â
From that point on, Stiles decided he hated you. And despite defeating Peter, your presence loomed. For some reason, Derek leaned on you when he was building his pack of betas, giving Stiles more reason to despise you. But shortly after that, out of nowhere, Scott sought your help to try to stop Jackson as the Kanima and figure out who was controlling him. There was a brief moment where Stiles thought you could become an ally but admittedly he fucked that up when Peter came back from the dead and he jumped to the conclusion that you, once again, aided and abetted him. Turns out, in fact, he was wrong, and it was actually Lydia - his hopeless crush for nearly a decade - and he had accused and berated you for nothing. So any shot at you guys finding common ground was dead in the water. And you had decided to be petty and align yourself with the Argents just to piss him off.Â
He hadnât seen you since that night. Heâd heard off hand from Isaac whoâd heard from Derek you were spending the summer on the East Coast, doing some witch training or coven bonding shit with your family.Â
That was until right now, in the front seat of his jeep.
âScott is waiting for me.â Stiles finally responds; a half-hearted attempt to get you to go away.
You make a face, âScott can go one night without being codependent.â
Stiles rolls his eyes, but he finds himself starting the engine. âWhere are we going?â
âMy house.âÂ
âYouâre taking me to your lair?â
âHa ha.â
âI donât even know where you live.âÂ
âIâll give you directions as we go. It's just right on the outskirts of the preserve.âÂ
âYou live in the woods?â
âJust drive.â
Stiles should question how quickly he concedes but there is in fact the possibility of you hexing him or something. Which youâve yet to do in any serious or fatal way. But another part of him is admittedly curious; to know what exactly you want, to see how you actually live.Â
From the little information heâs learned about you the past year, he knows you live with your aunt and were home schooled up until recently when you enrolled in Beacon Hills High during the winter semester. But other than that, you were just the mysterious witch he hardly knew anything about. Aside from knowing you were a pain in his ass and someone heâs hesitant to trust.Â
But he thinks he can survive one evening with you.Â
The drive is quiet with just you providing simple directions. At one point he tries to make a feeble attempt at small talk, but you instantly lunge forward to turn on the radio.Â
You turn to look at him in disbelief when the channel thatâs on is the police scanner he rigged up. He shrugs sheepishly before you shake your head and turn the dial to some indie station.Â
Stiles puckers his lips and nods as soft music fills the car. âArctic Monkeys, nice-â
âTurn left at the stop sign.â
âRight.â
You turn to him with an amused look. âYou donât know how to act when weâre not at each otherâs throats.â
Stiles scoffs, âCan you blame me? I barely think of you as a real person half the time, I donât know what to say to you.â
You chuckle as you stare out the window, âWell weâre almost there.â
âWhat kind of spell do you need my help with anyway? And why me?â
âBecause youâre a human.â
âOkayâŚ?â
âAnd I need your blood.â
âOh great.â
âItâs a spell to make a protection amulet. So I can wear it and not be found by other witches.âÂ
âAnd why do you need that?â
âNow that is none of your business.â You sigh, unbuckling your seatbelt, âAnd weâre here.â
Stiles observes the road theyâre coming to the end of. Your house is indeed at the edge of the woods: a modest victorian-gothic style home hidden by trees.Â
âI didnât even know there were houses out here.â
âNot many,â you reply as the two of you hop out of the jeep.Â
Stiles glances between you and his phone as you lead him to the front door, also texting Scott that heâll need a raincheck on the tattoo adventure and heâll explain later.Â
âIs your aunt home?â
âNope, sheâll be gone until late.â You answer, unlocking the door for you both to enter.Â
Stiles takes in what he can from the foyer. He canât get a full view of the space but he can definitely tell witches live here. The living room is lined with wooden bookshelves and candles and trinkets. He doesnât have much time to observe when he watches you head for the staircase.Â
âUm, where are we going exactly?â
âMy room,â You call without turning around.
âWoah,â Stiles huffs nervously, âWeâre doing this in your bedroom?â
âDonât get too excited Stilinski, youâre here for business not pleasure.â
Stiles is grateful you still havenât bothered turning around to look at him, because he feels his face heat up as he finally follows you up the stairs.
No surprise, your room also fits right in with the aesthetic of the house. Moody colors, wooden bed posts, and candles on every surface. He watches you flick your wrist and every candle lights up, casting a warm glow around the room. It's the first time heâs thought your powers were cool, but heâd never admit that out loud.
âIs this the lair you were expecting?â you ask, turning around to face him while standing in front of your desk, which is littered with books, potion bottles, and a large pot.Â
Stiles shrugs, âItâs a little underwhelming.â
âWere you expecting me to live in an underground dungeon?â
âSomething like that.â
You hum and turn back to face your desk, taking stock of the potion ingredients on hand.
Stiles wanders over to stand beside you, his hands in his pockets. âSo explain to me what you mean by needing my blood.â
You pick up a necklace from your desk: a silver chain with an empty vial hanging on it. âIâm essentially making a potion to put in here. And if I wear it, it will make it harder for witches searching for me to track me or my magic. And human blood is on the recipe.â
âBut why me?â
âI told you, because youâre human. Not a werewolf or a witch; a human. And humans have the purest form of blood. It's basically the secret ingredient.â
Stiles rolls his eyes at your nonchalance. âOkay I get that I guess, but why me? Couldnât you have found some other schmuck to help you? Or have you scared off every other person in Beacon Hills with your shining personality.â
You turn to Stiles with a tight smirk, âAs you may know, not many people are even aware that the supernatural is real. I know you do, and unfortunately youâre my best option. Allison is still in France from what Iâve gathered, Lydia is something but I havenât quite figured that out yet, and using my aunt would require me having to explain what Iâm doing and why. So youâre it buddy.â
âOh so Iâm literally your last choice. Boy am I honored.â
âYou should be.â
âWait, do you mean your aunt isnât a witch like you?â
âNope,â you shake your head, focusing back on the bottles on your desk, starting to add ingredients to the pot. âSheâs not even technically my aunt. She was a family friend that took me in when I was young.â
âWhy? What happened to your parents?â
You swallow, âYouâre nosy.â
âFine donât tell me, but I think it's fair I get a little information since Iâm the one helping you.â
âYouâre the one who owes me, remember?â
âYeah but it sounds like you canât complete this spell without me and it seems pretty important soâŚthinking that gives me some leverage.â
You glance over at him with a glare and Stiles shoots you an innocent smile that makes you want to wipe it off his face.Â
You let out a deep breath, âMy parents fled to god knows where when I was five. Apparently, my family has a centuries long feud with another coven and theyâd evaded them for years until then. They decided leaving me with Jules was better for my safety. So Iâve been in Beacon Hills ever since. I actually didnât know most of that until this summer. I sort ofâŚhad a run in with a member of that coven without realizing and now Iâm afraid theyâre going to find me here. Hence the protection amulet weâre making. Is that enough background information for you?â
Stiles raises his eyebrows as he absorbs everything. âWow thatâsâŚheavy. Thereâs some witch coven out there that's been trying to kill your family for centuries. No wonder youâre the way that you are.â
I let out an unamused huff as I add the last of the pre-prepared ingredients.Â
âWait, is that unicorn dust- are unicorns real?â
I smirk as I pour it in, âLike Iâd give away that information to you for free.â
I bite back a laugh as Stiles mutters dammit.Â
Turning back to him, I hold up a tiny needle. âYour turn.â
Stilesâ eyes widen briefly, holding up his hands as he steps back from you, âWoah, woah, be careful with that thing.â
You scoff, âStiles, it's a sewing needle.â
âWell, I still havenât completely agreed to this. How do I know youâre not tricking me into draining all of my blood?â
You roll your eyes, âStiles I just need one drop. And then youâre free to go off on your date with Scott.â
Stiles rolls his eyes this time.
I try to fix him with a genuine look for the first time in the months weâve known each other. âCome on. Havenât I made it clear enough that this is important to me? I seriously would not have brought you here if it wasnât. Donât make me beg.â
âIâd kind of like to see-â
âReminder, I can kill you.â
âAlright,â he groans, âLetâs just get this over with. Did I mention I hate needles?â
âAw poor babyâs scared of a tiny needle,â you fake pout.
âOh my god shut up, like youâre not afraid of anything.â
âYeah, Iâm afraid of admitting something embarrassing like that.â
âOkay, just stab me already.â
You chuckle and take another step closer to him, holding out your left hand. Stiles takes a deep breath and apprehensively places his hand upwards into yours, and you gently hold the tip of his pointer finger. Stiles glances around the room, wanting to look anywhere but you pricking him with the needle, as minor as it is.Â
âJesus, I can feel your pulse, you need to calm down.â you comment.Â
âSorry that Iâm a generally anxious person.â
âYeah I gathered that over the last year from the fact that you literally never stop talking,â you snicker, âHave you always been like this?â
âAs long as I can remember.â
âAnd it doesnât drive Scott crazy?â
âWell, I think Scott, like most sane people, finds it endearing.âÂ
âOh. Does Lydia find your constant yammering endearing?âÂ
âWoah, okay, thereâs no need to bring her into this,â Stiles sighs rubbing his head, âCan you just prick me?â
âI already did,â I reply, making Stiles whip his head back, staring at his finger between yours, and sure enough, a red drop of blood was already forming.Â
âWhen did youâŚâ Stiles whispers.
I shrug, dropping the needle into a bin beside my desk. âI kept you distracted.â
Stiles watches you quietly, his lips slightly parted in disbelief, while you guide his hand over the pot and gently squeeze his finger so three drops of his blood fall into the potion with a hiss. Stiles grimaces at the pressure but it's not as bad as he thought. Heâs trying to get over the fact that you tried to make this a little less painful for him by pricking him with the needle while he wasnât thinking about it. It was surprisinglyâŚthoughtful?
âThere, the final touch,â you murmur. You turn back to face him, his hand still in yours.
âGreat. Do you happen to have a bandaid for the patient?â He asks.Â
âNo need,â I reply, grabbing a small piece of gauze from the table and placing it over his finger to stop the blood.Â
Stiles once again watches you carefully. As you apply the pressure to his finger, he takes note of the way you bite your lip while you concentrate. After a few more quiet moments, you toss the piece of gauze away and gently press your thumb into his pointer finger and close your eyes, murmuring something under your breath. Once you open your eyes, you look back down at his finger and suddenly there is no puncture wound.Â
âThere, good as new.âÂ
You finally look back up at him - his face closer to yours than you remember - and heâs still staring at you silently.Â
âWhat? Were you expecting me to kiss it better?â
Stiles shakes his head, snapping out of his stupor. âWha- no! No. JustâŚnot used to you using your powers for good.â
I shake my head and finally release his hand, turning back to the pot and start mixing it all together.Â
Stiles clears his throat and glances over your shoulder. âSo what now? You mix everything together in the pot and boom, youâre good to go?â
âCauldron,â you correct, âAnd I also have to pour it into the vial and cast an incantation to activate it.â
Stiles nods, genuinely intrigued by the process. He watches you quietly mix everything for another minute or so, before you reach for the tiny vial, and then you basically ladle an ounce of it into the small tube.â
âWow, thatâs a lot of potion youâre not using. Do witches care about waste?â
I fix Stiles with a hard look and he holds up his hands in surrender. He continues watching you close your hand around the vial tightly and hold it to your chest, once again quietly reciting an incantation. Stiles is almost certain the words you are saying are in Latin, and again, heâd never admit it to anyone, but he was kind of impressed.Â
When you are finished, you open your hand and look down to study the vial. From over your shoulder, Stiles sees the vial now has a slight green glow to it.Â
âAssuming it worked?â Stiles comments.
You shrug, âI guess the only way to truly find out if it didnât is if one of those witches show up here.â
Stiles nods and then proceeds to stand there and watch you struggle to get the chain clasped around your neck.Â
He snorts, âWhat, is there no spell to put on a necklace?â
You roll your eyes, âShut up.â
He canât help but chuckle as he stands up straighter. âLook, do you- I mean, would you wantâŚI could..â
You groan, tired of listening to him ramble, âWhat?â
âI could help you, you know!â Stiles exclaims in annoyance. âGod I donât even know why I offer.â
You frown, too stubborn to stop trying but also too frustrated to keep going. Sighing, you remove your hands from around your neck and forcefully place it in his hands, âIt's one of those stupid, teeny tiny clasps that arenât meant for human sized fingers.â
Stiles chuckles as he takes each end of the necklace into his hands, while you turn around and move your hair out of the way. âAre you saying you know of non-human fingers that handle necklaces because if so Iâm crossing my fingers for a tiny mouse because that would be adorable.â
You bite back a smile, thankful youâre not facing him, âShut up.â
Stiles keeps chuckling to himself as he brings the necklace around your neck, and carefully works to clasp it. He definitely also doesnât use the time to inhale your scent and start to wonder if you use some kind of fragrance or if witches have a naturally alluring smell.Â
As you impatiently hold your hair and try not to think about the cramp forming in your arm, you also definitely arenât thinking about the feeling of his warm breath on the back of your neck and praying he doesnât see any goosebumps form on your skin.Â
âThere,â Stiles whispers unintentionally soft, making him clear his throat in surprise, taking a steep step back, âAll done.â
You let out a quiet sigh of relief, dropping your hair and turning around. âThanks. For the assist and the blood donation.â
Stiles snorts with a nod, âYeah.â
I look down at the amulet I created and gently hold it in my hands, âSeriously though. You know I wouldnât ask if it wasnât important. SoâŚthank you.â
Stiles swallows and nods firmly, a little unsettled by the sincerity of the last few minutes, â...Youâre welcome.â
You nod as well, unsure of where to go from here. âWell, I guess now your services are no longer needed and you are free to go, and we are free to proceed with business as usual; only speaking when we see each other against our will.â
Stiles huffs, crossing his arms, âWhat if I want to stay a little longer?â
You raise your eyebrows, âWhy?â
âI have a few more questions.â
âHavenât I told you enough?â
âI think Iâm entitled to some more information,â Before you retort, he barrels on, âLook if some evil coven could potentially be invading Beacon Hills - ideally not since that spell should prevent that from happening, so you say - I think I have the right to know more about what's going on so I can be prepared for it.â
âAnd how exactly will you, Stiles Stilinski, prepare for that?â
âByâŚtelling ScottâŚâ
You snort and nod. Well fair enough I guess. âWhat else do you want to know?â
âHow dangerous are we talking? Like, how badly do these people want you dead?âÂ
You shrug, âIâve only heard stories about how the feud originated. Supposedly, my family at some point in time, did something to steal powers from this other family.â
âWell it sounds like you guys are the bad guys in this scenario. Which tracks knowing you.â
âWell Iâm pretty sure they did it in retaliation to them killing someone in my family in cold blood.â
âOh.â
âYeah, oh. So this thing goes back generations but Iâm pretty sure something must have happened between my mom and this woman from that coven. I donât know what, but she in particular has a vendetta against her and our family.â
âIs she the witch you had a run in with this summer?â
âNo,â you frown looking down, âIt was her son.âÂ
Stilesâs eyebrows raise, âOh. And did he immediately try to kill you with some spell at first sight?â
I shake my head, âNope. He justâŚpretended to be someone else to gain my trust and subsequently asked me out just for me to find out none of it was real and he was trying to get to my magic the whole time.â
Stiles widens his eyes with each new piece of information, his stomach dropping as he learns that this guy used and manipulated you. Yeah you definitely werenât the bad guy in this scenario.Â
âSo, fun summer for me. How was yours?â You ask looking back up at him with a blank look on your face.
Stiles ignores your attempt to diffuse the conversation. âSo you were seeing this guy all summer thinking he was some innocentâŚflingâŚand the whole time he was actually plotting to, what, kill you? Take your powers?â
âSomething like that,â You shrug, âI didnât stick around long enough to find out the end game with that one.â
âHow did he even track you down in the first place if youâve been hiding away here your whole life.â
âApparently theyâve been biding time in Salem, hoping one day Iâd find my way there to train with other witches. And I didnât even know there were people to look out for until a few days ago, when I was talking to another witch I had met, who recognized his mom in a picture. I left on the spot and havenât seen him since.â
âDid you tell him where you were from?â
âNope, was trying to go for the whole, casual, mysterious summer fling thing.â you chuckle humorlessly. âThat worked out so well for me.â
Stiles sighs, âSo he has no idea where to look for you, and that amulet should keep him from getting any hints.â
âYup.â
âAnd after all thisâŚyour parents are still out there hiding from them, too?âÂ
You nod, looking down again, âYeahâŚsometimes I wonder if theyâre even still alive.â
Stiles frowns, âJesusâŚnow Iâm almost sorry forâŚâ
âNo, no,â You shake your head, your face twisting in discomfort. âDonât do that. This isn't what we do. You donât feel sorry for me. You despise me. And honestly I prefer that version of us, I canât stand the thought of you sympathizing with me.â
âOkay, okay,â Stiles holds his hands up, âI get it. You know maybe Iâm not sorry, because a fucked up childhood doesnât excuse the shit you did to us last year with Peter, and the generally annoying shit youâve done since.â
You make a face but donât argue with him.
Stiles continues staring you down, with an unfamiliar look on his face. âButâŚthat shit that guy pulled on you this summerâŚeven you donât deserve to be taken advantage of like that.â
Your eyes slowly revert back to looking at his face, trying not to give away how vulnerable you felt sharing that information; not to mention how vulnerable you were this summer just to have that blow up in your face. You shift slightly, still uncomfortable with the atmosphere surrounding you two right now. You cross your arms tightly across your chest.Â
âThanksâŚâ
The two of you let the moment hang in the air for another few seconds before you clear your throat, not being able to stand the sincerity any longer.
âWell I guess next time I try to have a casual fling, I shouldnât do it with a stranger I knew for all of a day before going out with him.â
Stiles chuckles dryly, âGuess not. Maybe youâd be better off getting to know a guy for a while first. If you can keep one around long enough without driving them up the wall.â
âHa ha. Because youâre the picture of a guy with a successful love life. Remind me of the last time Lydia gave you a second look?â
Stiles glares at you, as he starts to sputter, âSheâŚwas looking at me when I was playing in that lacrosse game.â
âOh so over three months ago? Wow youâre making huge strides.â
âLook, Iâm playing the long game alright?âÂ
I shake my head, âGod, I donât know why you even bother.â
Stiles' jaw teeters open and closed, âWhat? Is it that out of the realm of possibility that she could ever like me?â
âNo, I just meant you could do better.â
Stiles stutters but no words immediately form in response to that. He stares at you blankly for a few beats. âI can do better? Me? Can do better than Lydia Martin?â
You roll your eyes, âYou say that like sheâs God's gift to this Earth.â
âYeah, wellâŚsheâs still nice - sometimes - and highly intelligent, not to mention gorgeous.â
âStiles, Iâm not trying to disparage your precious Lydia, I just think you could do better than someone who doesnât give you the time of day.â
âWhatâŚWhat do you mean?â
âWell for one it's kind of pathetic youâve been hung up on her for so long with no reciprocation whatsoever.â
âOkay, I wouldnât say-â
âAnd second, I donât understand why a guy like you canât find a girl who actually likes him back.â
âWell you say that like Iâve got a parade of girls waiting in line to date me.â
You shrug, âTrust me, there are some.â
Stiles scoffs, âYeah right.â
âI think you're underestimating how many girls just want a sweet guy who will treat them well with a moderately nice face.âÂ
Stiles shifts awkwardly, âIs that your type?â
âMy tastes are a little more refined than that.â
âWell how do you know most girls see me that way?â
âBecause objectively speaking, you do have a moderately nice face. Maybe even a step above that. And look at you, you grew your hair out this summer. Do that to impress Lydia?â
Stiles flushes, âWell not justâŚâ
âBecause Iâm sure it will work on plenty of other girls when they see you at school next week.â
Stiles lets out a deep breath, looking at you curiously, âWhy are you saying all this?â
You uncross your arms and sigh, taking a step towards him, âLook Iâm just stating facts, and maybe I can spare you a compliment since you helped me out tonight. You deserve better than waiting for someone who may never come around. And maybe, who knows, Iâm wrong and one day Lydia will come to her senses and see what's right there in front of her. But donât waste all your time doing nothing. You could at least have fun in the meantime. And Iâm sure there are plenty of girls who would jump at the chance.â
You give Stilesâ shoulder what should be a supportive squeeze, but because it's the two of you it feels wrong. You awkwardly lift your hand and pat him a couple times before retracting your arm all together.
Stiles stares at you, once again in awe, confused why youâre being so civil with himâŚlet aloneâŚkind? His eyes hone in on the way your nose scrunches up when you instantly regret touching his shoulder, and the way your lip curves up in amusement as you look back up at him. Your eyes have a warm glow amidst the candles lighting up your room. And heâs once again in close enough proximity to you to inhale your scent; a mix of vanilla, berries, and amber.Â
Yeah it definitely must be a witch thing, because he somehow finds himself being drawn closer to you. And before he knows it, heâs leaning completely in and kissing you.Â
It's a rare occurrence for you to be taken by surprise, but you do jump slightly when his lips touch yours. He did it so fast you didnât even have a chance to process it, let alone prevent it from happening. You donât immediately kiss back but you donât immediately pull away either, chalking it up to the shock.Â
Stiles very quickly realizes what heâs doing and the fact that youâre not reciprocating as he pulls away slightly to take in your full reaction.
You narrow your eyes at him slightly, âI didnât mean me.âÂ
Stilesâ eyes widen and his lips part, once again struggling to form words as he starts to pull back.
For some reason youâll probably never understand, you instinctively reach out to hold his arms to keep him in place. He looks at your hands and then back to your face curiously.Â
You quietly breathe out, âI also didnât say to stop.â
Stiles breath hitches, his lips curving up just slightly before he dives towards your lips again.Â
This time you instantly kiss back, pulling him closer by cupping either side of his face, as his arms come to snake around your waist.Â
As the kiss becomes more intense, Stiles reluctantly pulls away for oxygen.Â
âWe shouldnât be doing this,â he murmurs breathlessly, pressing his forehead against yours.
âYou started it,â you muse, chasing after his lips.
He laughs softly, letting you kiss him deeply another few minutes before he gently caresses your face, pulling away.
âAnd I donât hate what weâre doing but it's also very out of character. For both of us.â
âTo make out with a hot person?â
âNo,â Stiles sighs, but canât fight the blood rushing to his cheeks, âI mean making out with each other. Honestly, this whole night has been out of character. We normally canât stomach being in each otherâs vicinity for more than five minutes.â
âWell if you havenât noticed, this activity doesnât require a whole lot of talking so Iâm finding it easier to tolerate you.âÂ
You watch Stiles roll his eyes, trying to rationalize whatâs happening between you two. So you take a deep breath.
âLook, weâre not going to suddenly stop despising each other but thereâs nothing wrong with two consenting people having a little fun. And you knowâŚprobably never speaking about it again.â
Stiles shifts the weight between his feet, becoming overwhelmed by the situation and the possibilities of where it could go; possibilities that both scare and excite him. And he canât figure out what emotion is winning out.Â
âThis probably wonât come as a shock to you,â Stiles speaks up again quietly, not meeting your eyes, âBut Iâve never reallyâŚbeen with a girlâŚlike this.â
The corner of your lips curl up. It wasnât new information, but there was something about seeing this boy who usually goes toe to toe in insults with you be so open and honest with you.
You place your hands over his where they still rest on either side of your face. âWe donât have to do anything you donât want to do. We can go as far as you want. Or we can stop now and pretend like this never happened. You are more than welcome to go.â
âI donât think I want to go,â Stiles whispers hoarsely.
âThen donât go,â You whisper back, leaning closer again.
âYouâd really want to do this too?â
âYes-â
âBecause I know why I want to but why do you want to? After the guy you were with this summer I would have thought youâd be moreâŚselective.â
âOh that's exactly what Iâm doing.â
âAnd you want to be with me? Why?â
âBecause unlike the last guy, I know what Iâm getting with you Stiles,â You state simply, âYouâre a good guy. This has no chance of going anywhere. Absolutely no feelings whatsoever to get in the way. Itâs perfect.â
Stiles stares at you, taking in your expression for any sign of uneasiness or lies. But he can tell youâre dead serious. His skin starts to burn in anticipation.Â
âSo weâre doing this,â He says softly, somewhere between a question or a statement.Â
âIâm in if youâre in.â
âWe do this once and we never talk about it again.â
âSounds like a plan.â
âAnd no one, and I mean no one finds out about this. I mean it, you canât tell anyone.â
You scoff, âTrust me, I plan to take this to the grave. You should be more concerned with yourself. I canât see you going five minutes without squealing to Scott that youâve finally seen a girl naked.â
Stiles closes his eyes and groans, praying you canât see him blush again. He also canât even process the fact that he is indeed about to see a girl naked.
After a moment, Stiles finally says, âI donât have to tell Scott everything.â
âOkay, if you really believe that.â He rolls his eyes, making you chuckle. âSo are you game, Stilinski?â
Stilesâ eyes flit across your face, before settling back on your lips. âFuck it.â
He kisses you deeply and the two of you tug at each other like your bodies are never close enough. Your hands wander over his body until they end up at the buttons of his flannel, and you haphazardly start to undo them before he pulls away briefly to help you get it off of him. He shivers as your cold fingertips trace the contours of his chest and stomach, but he doesnât get a chance to linger on the feeling as you kiss him again. He takes his turn to pull off your jacket, before sliding his fingers under the hem of your shirt, which you help him maneuver over your head. You once again only let him have a few seconds to take in your exposed skin, only your bra separating you two from complete skin to skin contact, before youâre pulling him back to you again.
âDo you haveâŚâ you mutter against his skin as you start to kiss down his jaw and neck, âProtection?â
Stilesâ stomach twists with nerves and excitement as he nods. âYeah, I have a condom in my wallet.â
You smile against his skin, trailing down to his collarbone, âBeen hoping one day Lydia would want to jump your bones?â
Stiles groans, tangling his fingers into your hair, âGod, shut up.â
You chuckle darkly before gently pushing against his chest so you can move onto your bed.Â
Time passes in a hazy blur as you and Stiles finish undressing each other between sloppy and heated kisses. You try to go at a moderate pace with him, despite your own eagerness. To your pleasant surprise, Stiles is a quick learner as you talk him through how to touch you and make you feel good. And he makes you feel very good. And despite his own timidness and learning curve, he is very attentive to your needs as well as your comfort levels, constantly checking in and making sure youâre okay.Â
Youâre more than okay by the time youâre done, the two of you collapsing back onto the bed, sweaty and panting.
âHoly shit,â he breathes out staring at the ceiling.Â
You smirk, pulling the sheet up to cover yourself, âYup.â
You lay in silence for a few moments as you catch your breaths before Stiles speaks again.
âI hope tonight makes us even, because I think that counts as two additional favors,â He says teasingly, but when you donât immediately respond, his head turns to you quickly, âYou finished both times right?â
You chuckle softly and nod, turning your head towards him as well, âI did.â
âGood,â he sighs in relief, âI did, too.â
âI know you did.â
Stiles rolls his eyes but laughs softly, âRight.â
âAnd Iâd say I was the one doing the favor,â You muse, âNow the next time you find a girl willing to sleep with you, youâve got some tricks up your sleeve.â
He huffs with a nod, âI guess youâre right.â Another few moments of silence pass between you when Stiles looks at you again, and asks softly, âBut seriously, it was good for you?â
You roll your eyes, âYes.â
âLike, youâre not just saying that to make me feel better?â
âWhen have I ever worried about preserving your feelings? Trust me, if it was bad or you were doing something wrong I would have told you.â
âYeah I guess thatâs true,â he sighs. Another beat. âBut like on a scale of one to ten?â
âStiles!â
âI know, I know.â he regresses. âCan I ask for real though - and full permission to punch me if this is insensitive - but compared to the last guyâŚwas I better?â
He watches you stare at him blankly for a few seconds before he starts to back pedal. âProbably not right? He was probably way more experienced even if he..â
âThis was better.âÂ
He turns to you again in surprise.Â
âYou were better.â
Stiles stutters, âR-really?â
You nod, âYouâre not an asshole who only thinks about himself. Donât ever lose that quality.â
Stiles smiles softly, his cheeks warming up again.Â
âSeriously, it was good. Great even,â You continue, âIf thatâs what youâre like with me, I canât imagine how good it would be with a girl you actually like.â
That last statement was like a bucket of cold water splashing over him. Right. You guys hated each other. And you were still the same girl who made his life inexplicably harder this year. But those things were easy to forget while he stared at you, your messy hair splayed across your pillow, your bare skin lit by the soft glow of the candles in your room, with a few noticeable marks across your collarbone that he was responsible for.Â
But this would be the first and last time this ever happened. And he will probably have complicated feelings about it for the foreseeable future, knowing the memory of his first time will always connect him to you. But he surprisingly feels less guilty than he would have thought.
âI should probably go,â He whispers after another few seconds of taking her and the moment in. Part of him wishes he didnât have to leave at all and continue living in this bubble of false reality and denial. But he thinks his brain takes over in an act of self preservation to get out of there before he gets in too deep.Â
âYeah, you probably should,â You whisper back, taking a deep breath.Â
He watches you sit up, dragging the sheet covering you up with you. He sucks in a breath as you grab a dark purple robe off of your bedpost and slip it on, covering the rest of your body and taking the image away from him. With that, he also forces himself up, locating his boxers and jeans on the floor and pulling them on.Â
You circle your bed as he starts to pull on his flannel again. He feels nervous under your gaze, and about how to act right now, making him fumble with the buttons. Without a word, you reach out and slowly and quietly help him finish buttoning it. He takes this one last opportunity to watch your face at this level of proximity, knowing heâll probably never have the chance to do that again.Â
As you finish the top button, you look up at his gaze still laser focused on you, and for some reason he doesnât feel compelled to look away.Â
âThank you for tonight,â You say softly with a small smirk playing at your lips, âThought I just needed a protection spell after the summer I had, but I guess I needed that as well.â
Stiles feels himself smirk too, âHappy to be of service to both.â
You slide your hands across his chest, smoothing out his shirt before taking a deep breath and step back.Â
âSo, business as usual? Iâm sure weâll run into each other again once Scott gets himself into some more supernatural shit, and weâll be back at each otherâs throats in no time.â
Stiles chuckles, âI look forward to it.â
You give him your version of a tiny genuine smile. âDo you need me to walk you out?â
He shakes his head, âIâm sure I can find my way.â
You nod, also taking in his appearance under the glow of the candles while you can. You decide to take the opportunity to close the distance between the two of you and kissing him chastely one last time.Â
Stiles closes his eyes and reciprocates automatically, but the kiss is over before its even begun. He watches you pull away from him, unable to tear his eyes away from yours.
âGoodnight, Stiles,â you whisper before stepping away and walking around him towards your desk again to clean up.
With his back towards you now, he smiles to himself, huffing in disbelief at the night heâs had.Â
âGoodnight,â He says back softly as he takes steps towards your door. He glances back at you one last time, before leaving and finding his way back downstairs and out your front door.Â
Once he shut the door after sliding into the driver's seat, he lets out a long deep breath and rubs his face. Losing his virginity to his self-proclaimed mortal enemy was not on his bingo card for the night - or ever. But the more he sits with it, the more heâs weirdly pleased that it happened. Honestly, it was like best case scenario. Figuring out sex with someone heâs not trying to impress - well, to a certain degree - took some of the pressure off. And now he doesn't have to think about it anymore. Unfortunately, it was really good. Extremely good. Too good to just have been a one time thing, and part of him is disappointed thereâs no chance of ever experiencing it again.Â
It was for the best. The moment hell freezes over is when heâd have actual feelings past irritation and mild rage when it came to you. So he shakes his head, putting their night together behind him as he pulls out of your driveway.
Still in your bedroom, you lean against the wall watching him drive away from the window. You smile to yourself, having a sneaking feeling this wouldnât be the last time the two of you do this. Stiles just didnât know it yet.
author's note: dying to know what people think of this, not the type of stuff i usually write. firstly, sorry for the lack of steam, i've never written smut and not sure i ever will but hope it alluded to enough for yall. also again, took my witch idea and flipped it into an alternate universe where the reader is a lil evil. there are elements of the other pieces i'm writing that assumes similar lore/backstory for the witch, but in this version, you don't grow up as stiles & scott's bff, you're isolated leading to some villianous tendancies. i also know i hinted at a lot of back story with some pieces from seasons 1-2, with this ultimately taking place right before season 3. so i have some ideas of writing other parts that dive into some of those moments, plus more parts that come after this of course. so let me know what kind of stuff you're interested in seeing from evil!witch x stiles (evil being used pretty loosely) THANK YOU FOR READING!
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PART FOUR. sorry that u love me !ă
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¤JENSEN POV!! fictional school lore. minor manipulation tactics. one (1) y/n and it DID upset me to do as much as it might u to see </3. reminder that this is a slowburn!!
parts will get longer, probably, as relationship develops.
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¤A/N. i did not ever expect to do a jensen pov but honestly i just felt like this one deserved it. he's such a little rat but i'd let him hit it raw ok. before you say girl stand up... ik u were thinking it too... i see u ...
laurel dance academy was fucking cute. a prestigious little building deep in the forestry of outer dallas, tucked away from prying eyes and wanderers, full of some of the prettiest girls that jensen had ever seen in his entire life.Â
they were all just as hyperfocused on their education and practices as you were, which meant that the most he got for wandering down the long, winding staircases and stopping to look in every two way mirror was just a look.Â
a look! he was fucking trespassing, and all any of the college aged women and scattered men did was eye him, like they were just as aware of how he didnât belong as he was.Â
dangerous, dangerous. he was already trying to think up ways on how to get away with this more often.Â
at least he was here for a purpose, and not just in an attempt to get a look at you in your little leotard again. he wondered if you tossed it after he debauched it, or if youâd thrown it in the wash and figured that was enough to get the stain of him off of your skin and your clothes. unfortunately for you, it wasnât going to be that easy. he rather liked playing with his toys more than once.Â
the dean of the school, tracy geralds, had agreed to a meeting with him. it honestly was a long shot, making that request in the first place, but if powerless was going to become something other than a glorified garage band, he had to take some risks that didnât involve squatting in an abandoned venue.Â
they needed shows, concerts, fucking get togethers if they had to settle for that. and while they were still clinging the dust out of every nook and cranny inside of sunset blvdâs walls, they couldnât do it there.Â
laurel had a stage. it was more designed for an orchestra, really, or, you know â dancers. but it was the first idea heâd gotten in their pursuit for getting the bandâs name out there. it had nothing to do with you, even though heâd gotten the idea from your affiliation at the school. it was just too damn easy.Â
he raps his knuckles on the deanâs closed, cloudy glass door. he waits one, two, three seconds before deciding to twist the knob and invite himself in. what was she going to do, expel him?Â
sheâs an older woman, pale blonde hair streaked white in places. her eyes are deep brown, thin lines in the corners, and deeper ones around her mouth. her lips twitch upwards in a small, polite smile.Â
âjensen, is it?â she asks, moving around neatly stacked papers on her desk to clear an open space in its center. âgo on, have a seat. iâm not going to bite.âÂ
âhey, you never know,â jensen jokes as he steps further into the room, tugging the chair in front of her desk out just enough to slip in the open space. he collapses into the cushion, stretching his legs out as much as he could in the small area. âi should thank you. for meetinâ me like this.âÂ
tracy geralds picks a pen out from the container at the corner farthest from jensen, and clicks it a couple of times. âi wouldnât do that yet,â she says, grabbing a paper from one of the file folders. he was throwing this. she wasnât even giving him her full attention which, he wasnât entitled to it, but how was he supposed to flirt his way into getting what he wanted if she wouldnât look into his eyes?Â
âi think iâm gonna put my trust in you, tracyâ i can call you tracy, canât i?â his lips quirk in that panty dropping grin he utilizes so often. that smileâs latest victim had been you, and he could still hear the sound of your restrained moans in his ears. âme nâ my crew arenât gonna fuck too badly with your stage, if you allow us to use the space.âÂ
her steely, dark eyes flick up at him. âiâd appreciate if you didnât say fuck here, mr. ackles; not when youâre trying to swindle your way into getting something you want for free.âÂ
âoh, i wasnât expecting free,â he quickly interrupts, and his eyes fall to the curve of her button up shirt, gaze tracing the form of her chestâ or, lack thereof. god fucking damn it. he had so little patience, and so did she, and he had nothing to work off of.Â
her thinned lips press into an even thinner grimace. âyou think iâm going to be bribed with the promise of yourââÂ
a knock sounds at the door before she can finish, and jensen is almost relieved. heâs not in the mood to get his ass handed to him by a woman twenty years his senior, telling him that all he had to offer was, in fact, weak as shit.Â
âcome on in,â tracy says, her near sneer of a grimace still directed at jensen.Â
he was fucking throwing this.Â
the door creaks open, and he canât help but be nosy. heâs already here. he tilts his head back in the seat to look at who was stepping in.Â
his smile doubles in size, becoming something more genuine and less forced, at the sight of you.Â
your eyes fall down to his instantly before they ever glance at the dean, and he shoots you a wink before turning around again, legs spread and entirely too comfortable for someone who wasnât necessarily welcome.Â
âoh,â you say finally, three seconds too late. so damn cute, he canât stand it. like a little bunny! âiâm sorry, i can come back later, dean gerââÂ
âdonât worry about him. weâre all but finished here,â the dean says, and he has to physically bite back the scoff that raises from his chest. yeah, heâd thrown this shit completely down the drain. unlessâŚ
your eyes glance between him and the dean a couple of times, before you clear your throat. âthe cd, with the sleeping beauty songs? it, um, isnât playing the music anymore.âÂ
heâs never seen you look so sheepish before. the urge to tease you about it is right there on the tip of his tongue, but he shouldnât right now. heâs pocketing the information for later, though.
âreally?â the dean asks, and jensen looks at her again, seeing the shock written on her face. mixed in with it is the slightest hint of fond exasperation. no surprise that you were a damn teacherâs pet type. âitâs brand new.âÂ
you make a dismissive sound. heâs glancing between the two of you like he has any fucking clue what this means; like he has a right to learn it, either. âbeats me.âÂ
âiâll go and take a look at it after this,â tracy assures, âand might just make a request for another, just in case. canât have our aurora without her tracks, can we?âÂ
aurora.Â
no wonder you were a teacherâs pet, you were the lead of whatever the hell performance you guys were talking about. jensen didnât know how performances worked when it came to dance, but he knew disney princesses â of course he knew disney princesses â and could context clue the shit out of it to assume that you being aurora was a big deal.Â
âthank you,â you say, and the door creaks again, like youâre about to leave.Â
that wonât do. jensen sits forward in his chair, elbows on his knees, head swiveling around again to look at you. you really are a cute thing, dressed in a pale pink leotard and a matching skirt. your hair was slipping out of the tight bun it was usually in, front strands falling in loose ringlets.Â
the smile didnât work on the dean, but he knew that it worked on you. âhey, sweetheart. no hello?âÂ
the silence is so fucking heavy that, for the first time in what must have been ages, jensen regrets opening his mouth. the smile on his face becomes less charming and so much more strained.Â
you donât say a word. something about that irks him; the way you stare at him like a deer caught in headlights, your pretty pink lips parted and unspeaking.Â
the dean does, though, a hint of incredulity in her voice. âyou know each other.â spoken like a question and a statement at once.Â
âneighbors,â jensen explains, and the white lie rolls off of his tongue so easily that it could have been the truth. the best lies were part truth, anyways, werenât they? heâs starting to relax in his seat again, realizing he could salvage this. it was possible. his eyes flit back over to the dean. âsheâs actually why i thought of laurel in the first place. i know all about the grandeur of your auditorium from her.âÂ
youâre glaring at him. he feels it like fire on the back of his skull. dean geraldsâs eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. âi didnât know you hung out with⌠such a crowd as this, y/n.âÂ
the deanâs eyes bounce between jensenâs heavily tatted hands, his rugged beard, his ( definitely ) mussed hair, and then to behind him. jensen turns, too, unable to resist seeing your expression at such an observation.Â
your lips are curled in the most delicious scowl, your eyes full of hate and fire, as they fall to his. âsurprise,â you bite out, and how pretty anger sounds in your voice. heâs heard nothing but that, until now, but it never fails to knock him off of his high horse every time.Â
âwell, in that case,â the dean sighs heavily, âyou must know about the fact that he wants to share the schoolâs auditorium, i assume.âÂ
your anger deepens into vibrant red. your cheeks flush with it. jensen half wonders if itâs because you donât want him infiltrating your space, or because youâre thinking about all the opportunities heâs going to get to see you now. he can almost see the memory of a few nights prior flickering in your eyes.Â
âjensenâs a bit of a fool when he sets his attention on something,â you say, and he has to physically bite back the laugh that wants to spill out of his mouth because of it. âitâs all heâs been talking about. doesnât shut up about it.âÂ
oh, you are fucking feisty today. he has half a mind to bring up the fact that he knew how to stamp out that fire in you, but he wonât. not in front of your dean, at least.Â
âiâm sure you can enlighten me on why he wants laurel so bad, in relation to the tens of other actual venues in the vicinity?â jensen is not a popular person in this room, but heâs having too much fun seeing you on the spot, practically squirming against the door, to do the right thing and tuck tail. âall the information heâs given me is poor attempts at bribery and flattery.âÂ
ouch. whatever. couldnât win them all.Â
your lips upturn at the corners, though, and that makes everything but you in the room disappear. forget the old ass woman behind him, and the clicking of her pen, the scratch of the ink against whatever she was scribbling down. you were captivating.Â
âhis bandâs trying to fix up sunset blvd,â you say, your shoulders lifting in a little shrug to punctuate it. âuntil then, they donât have anything to perform in. iâm guessing that. i donât know. he doesnât tell me any of the whys on his goals.âÂ
hot damn, were you good. he could read each of your expressions like a book, and apparently, you could read his.Â
âi assume he didnât want to go far from home,â you add slowly, like youâre trying to piece together his motives as you spell them out loud, âand knew that i went to school here.â he didnât. but pretty little lindsey from destiny dance studio spills everyoneâs secrets when she has someoneâs head between her legs. âand figured heâd take a chance.âÂ
the dean made a humming sort of noise behind him, contemplative in nature. this was farther than he ever would have gotten with her, because now that heâd gotten his eyes on you again, the idea of fucking his way into a deal with someone with more gray hairs than blonde made him didnât sound like such a great plan anyways.Â
the rolling chair she sits in groans, and he turns over his shoulder to look at her again, even if it physically aches to pull his attention from you and that fiery look in your expression. âthank you, dear. you may return to class. iâll be down to check that cd out momentarily. and you,â she says, glancing at jensen now, âyouâre incredibly lucky, mr. ackles, that the odds somehow fell into your favor.âÂ
the office door closes behind him at the same time as jensenâs heart stumbles in his chest. his mouth opens and closes a couple of times before it settles on a grin. âiâm very lucky, yeah. iâll make sure to let her know how thankful i am.âÂ
and he planned on keeping that promise, at the very least.
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So. Veilguard impressions so far (Iâm about 13.5 hours in). Most of these are mechanical as I donât feel like Iâve gotten enough time with the companions/story to have many opinions on it, but I feel like I at least have some opinions worth noting lmao (mostly no spoilers but like. Maybe a little so read at your own discretion)
Things I like:
Iâm honestly still shocked my computer can actually run it and overall very well too
Character creator is super detailed, I love that
I keep falling off of ledges lmfao so Iâm glad thereâs no penalty for that
You can pet all the cats and dogs!!!!!
Also love that thereâs no carry weight to contend with but I still get to pick up a ton of random items. It satisfies by urge to pick up anything that isnât nailed down. This is great, especially after bg3 sksks (which I also enjoy as a game but pls why does gold have weight đ)
So far I like the new companions a lot and I do enjoy these early game little almost⌠domestic? Or just small scale? Quests you have with them? Idk I dig it. I wasnât sure about the âbondâ thing at first but on further reflection I like that you can gain approval-equivalent just by bringing them along. Makes things easier
I donât dislike the vibes tbh like Iâve seen people say âoh itâs too happy and positiveâ and like. Okay yeah 2 of the 3 companions you recruit early on are very bubbly but we also got blight horror all over the place so idk, maybe this is a complaint Iâll understand later but right now I donât agree with it
Oh and I love the lantern system for when companions have dialogue - itâs a clever way of signifying when theyâre all in different buildings
Things I donât like:
I kinda get what people are saying about the handholding. Why do I need a little tip to tell me â[companion] has noted that you told them [thing you just said]â đ
Also while the new companions are fun, I do think Harding got hit pretty hard with âprevious game lore dumpâ duty cause damn. Admittedly I donât remember her personality in inquisition super well but a lot of her dialogue just feels. Off in that way. I get it was necessary to do it somehow but. Oof. I feel bad for her cause it makes me less interested in her ����
This is minor but I donât like how when you load a save, itâs not actually where you saved. Itâs at the last fast travel point. So itâs like. I found this hard-to-find spot last night. Saved. Planned to continue the quest the next day. Except! I have to find the spot again! And I forgot where it was! Why!!! This is absolutely a remnant of when it was a live service game but woof, why keep that in
Also bringing back the 100 save limit - actual worst feature of inquisition, why the hell would they keep it đ if anyone knows a mod to fix this, pls let me know, I need to have like 800 saves per run or Iâll die okay
And this is the big one tbh. Iâm sorry but I really donât like the combat đś like. Every boss fight is just the arishok fight except with help. Getting Lucanis has given some improvement cause now thereâs at least another melee target on the field but at this point, Iâm looking for a stealth option on that giant skill tree (why is it so big! I have no idea what Iâm doing with it!!!) so I can go full skyrim (stealth archer) lmao. Iâm hoping when I actually get to recruit a warrior (why is this the last class you get, that feels backwards), itâll get more playable cause Iâll actually have a tank. Right now I just cannot understand why everyone says this is fun, I have had pretty much no fun in any of the fights (Iâm becoming the person I was poking fun at before when I said itâs weird to play games if you donât like half of it skskdk. Also ngl I would not be powering through if this were not a game I already had a vested interest in). Also how did anyone play a mage and make it through the first 10 hours, like I have NO idea. Iâm very glad I didnât, itâs hard enough with a rogue
Neutral observations/thoughts:
Iâve decided to play rook as like. A discount version of hawke? Cause I feel like thatâs the kind of person varric would seek out, like a spark of the familiar is what drew Varric to them. And thatâs adding a bit of fun headcanon flavour
(Also I have some suspicions that things are not as they seem with Varric but. Weâll see on that I suppose)
Also itâs funny cause Iâve always been a Solas neutral person (like him well enough but never understood why he was such a big deal to either the lovers or the haters). But I do find him more annoying here lmao. Maybe cause Iâm rping too hard and Rook finds him annoying but I just think itâs funny
Also genuinely could not imagine this being someoneâs first DA game sksks they are going to have no idea whatâs going on lore-wise
#these are just my thoughts#obviously everyoneâs going to havw different opinions#the combat though⌠idk Iâm beginning to wonder if Iâm doing something wrong cause#I really really do not like it Iâm sorry đś#but hopefully the companions and story can make up for it#I hope rook gets hit with the Agonies at some point lmao protagonists going through hell is the best part#really excited for that#text#shut up nerd#dragon age#veilguard#veilguard spoilers
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Neo 3 ^^
Ref sheet done, lol. This took forever ahhh!! Ik it's not the neatest, but it gets the job done XD.
I'll go into more detail under the cut.. (lore)
Everleigh used to live in Inkpolis Plaza but her family had to move to the Splatlands a couple years back, to take care of her grandma. Her life kinda changed from then XD. The treatment for her grandma was expensive and turf war just wasn't cutting it anymore... so her parents suggested Salmon Run (Everleigh had no idea what this was at the time) but she agreed, nonetheless, after all if it pays well it can't be that bad, right?
Well this is where she developed weird "attachment issues" to the salmonids, she thought they were cute (especially smallfry), and wondered why so many people wanted to take their eggs, they didn't deserve that... So she started slacking off, not getting quota on purpose, giving eggs to snatchers, not reviving teammates ect... nobody ever suspected her though..
How she met Waffle..
One day at the end of a shift, Everleigh noticed an injured Smallfry near the shore, struggling to move, she went to help him but she could hear the helicopter about to leave, so she put him in her bag and scrambled back. She looked after him for weeks and weeks, feeding him, giving him a place to sleep, going on morning runs all to get his strength back! It wasnt easy though, as she had to hide him from everbody, she even took him to work (while bribing him with food as a reward, lol) he just stayed in her bag the whole time!
Eventually he was back to his bubbly self and fully recovered which meant Everleigh had to return him to the sea... She had always intended this, but she had grown far too attached to him, she couldn't stomach the thought of a co-worker killing him.. so she decided to keep him and named him Waffle!
The day she became an agent...
As usual she was on her way to work with Waffle, she was about to walk up the stairs when she heard a voice, it was coming from a manhole, she looked over and a strange old man was signaling her to walk over, he disappeared down the manhole and they follow him...
*I'll spare you the whole story mode Alterna plot you already know what happens XD*
After defeating Mr Grizz she knew for a fact she couldn't work for him anymore. She told her parents that she wanted to quit but they wouldn't let her, they said it was too much money to give up, then they started guilt tripping her saying things like "you really don't want to help your grandma..?" This made her feel terrible and she reluctantly continued working for a few more weeks... until she just couldn't take it anymore, she stomped into grizzco, slammed her things on the desk and shouted "I quit!" and she never set foot in there again. She traded the gold scales she'd earned over the years to a random octoling for money, (she sure wouldn't need those anymore) and managed to pay for her grandma's treatments! She now lives with her grandma and Waffle in a small apartment and works full time as an agent, getting paid now by the captain! She rarely speaks to her parents and will leave the apartment when they visit.
Side effects of becoming an agent..
.She doesn't have much time to do things anymore as she's always busy doing missions
.Her hair now looks a little fluffy, this is due to all the fuzzy ooze she fell in..
.She kinda developed ptsd from fighting her way through the missions.
.Feels like she can't meet Waffle's needs and doesn't want to overwork him.
These are just a few things, but she can't say she regrets anything, after all, it was her release from everything. She made new friends, defeated Grizz, participates in turf and anarchy again (with the other agents) and best of all she's happier now, that's what really matters!
That's about it really, sorry for the long story, đ I just wanted to get it out there since she didn't have much character development before, so if you made it here,thank you so much for reading the whole thing, I appreciate you!! ^^ I apologise if it didn't really make sense...
Here's a close up of Waffle as a reward XP
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#ill design her grandma eventually im still trying to think of her name i got no ideas#splatoon#neo 3#splatoon agent ocs#smallfry#backstory#carlzy rambling hopelessly#nah but i really did ramble lol#my art#my oc art#splatoon 3#artists on tumblr
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ENIES LOBBY TIME!!!
Sanji's face here.... he Knows he is going to fuck him up
THAT IS SANJI??? đ¨
Holding them in my hands again....
Sanji struck a nerve there akdjaoajkq
Increible trio btw.... look at the evidence
............ me next please đđť
That is love right there I can see it
What if we all killed ourselves (except usopp is telling her the opposite ajahkdhsakjd)
I need sanji to go insane like this more often.... after the timeskip it doesn't happen as much and I love to see him suffering
This is so funny.... there is no denying to her face card
"It's not like she actually wants to die" well yes she does, but no because you know she doesn't really. It is in a quantum state right now
Luffy is such a menace akdhaksjkaak
TELL EM!!!! THAT'S MY GIRL!!!!
Look at franky worrying about robin.... do not fret luffy is coming and he will NOT lose!!!!!
This is zoro remarking how usopps fear of being left behind makes no sense.... this is so good.....
This is so endearing but it also breaks my heart....
Who is that sultry binch... (I don't recall this attack AT ALL and i'm sure we never see it again)
They botched his bbl.... đđđ
Luffy's face here... he was convinced she wanted to go with them but was compelled to do otherwise but no.... he thought wrong and he can't fight to her.... I've just been staring at this page for minutes like damn.
Nevermind.... this is something your mother would say "you want to die??? Just wash the dishes and you can do whatever you want later"
"If you wanna die, or whatever...." this is so good like he knows what he is doing.... he Knows.... look at her face. After knowing how luffy and ace were as kids this just makes more sense (oda didn't think about this i'm sure but damn does it fit) also the slight manipulation.... look at all of us we're already here and look how we all miss you already... you know that post about luffy being selfish but his selfishness is jusg kindness to others... yesh
Thinking about robin's cinderella lifestyle.... why did her mother leave her with that aunt and why didn't some archeologist take her in?? Because she doesn't complain about anything just like she doesn't respond when that mother accused her of hitting her child without reason... that's so fucked
Alright this is funny (and also true)... I'm sorry fellow women....
*Justin Bieber voice* I like your laugh... dereishi shishishi
SHE'S GONNA ASK HER MOM TO TAKE HER TO THE SEA WITH HER??? LIKE SHE DOES AFTER WITH LUFFY??? MY GOD!!! I just bursted into tears like I got punched in the nose I can't keep going ajdhakajk
I lied i can keep going... but head in my hands over this....
Find out how my emotional stability survives this arc in ennies lobby part 2. coming soon
#franky calling sanji brother eyebrows is too good akdbsksnsk also ily franky#captain t bone.... he got killed tecently.... i forgot who he was until now but he actually cared thats so fucked up.... cross guild come o#sanji going against cp9 by himself.... i shant say it... SLAY!!!! also the cook being mad about being pretty cause he has no individuality.#lucci talking about a little girl being born wrong and needing to die for it TO SANJI!!! OOF!!!#the frog stopped rocketman bc he thought they kidnapped kokoro just like they took tom đđđ this fucking frog always gets me#chapter 377 and franky is in the headline with the strawhats â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ they recruit TWO thirty year olds in enies lobby ajdhaksjks#franky biting spandex head.... yeah... and he should do it more why did he stop biting heads... he got domesticated#luffy is such a menace here like damn.... he is charging thru EVERYTHING!! GET THEM BOY!!!!#also franky is so important in giving robin hope here... like she sees him fighting back no matter what and i KNOW that inspires her...#i am going to say it hina fullbody and jango have a challengers thing going on but without hina being involved physically iykwim#when in action panels the ink just becomes lines... OOF!!! CHEFS KISS!!! MWAH MWAH#completely forgot gear 2 used the shave technique.... thats so cool..... also iron body must be haki then... and finger pistol#i dont think i can do this... after this ends we got thriller bark and then marineford starts building up...#i can endure water 7 sad moments bc everything ends up well in the end but what am i gonna do with marineford.... my god#also dr clover and dr hyruluk and crocus all have smilar plant based hair designs is that bc they are doctors or just coincidence#also robins father is dead and for sure another archeologist or similar.... thats inch resting....#which also like damn olvia and dragon had to make the same choices with their children i am sure. thats so fucked. dragon backstory when#clover knew the name of the fallen kingdom (robonosuke lore??) and also olvia knew some important information the gov didnt know... âď¸âď¸âď¸#SAKAZUKI SHOT THE EVACUATION SHIP???? HELLO??? I DIDNT REMEMBER IT WAS HIM!! (also olvia knew where saul was)#kuzan is sick in the head... he can't bring himsef to kill child robin but he will kill her as an adult... also his beef with akainu is OLD#like no wonder she was terrified when she saw him again. he said live like a recluse or i will end you and she fucking did. THE bogeyman#there are comments saying they hate akainu and he has just appeared đđ JUST FUCKING WAIT#you guys think when luffy realised robin's enemy was the world gov he also realised it was sabo's enemy too.... bc as a child he didn't kno#also pluton was made as a countermeasure for the weapon robin could reactivate... could that be the one that was used in lulusia??#bc i thought that weapon was pluton but if pluton is just blueprints.... this makes more sense... which could also mean the ancient weapons#are a countermeasure for weapons the government already has. and thats why they're hunting them down. to have no opposition#so there must be two sides of the ancient weapons bc they call pluton that but also the unnamed one that robin could activate#so is pluton a countermeasure to uranus (the one used in lulusia i think) but neptune? trios dont make sene but a trio and their opposite d#reading one piece#enies lobby
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what are the chances my dad (known music nerd especially when it comes to bass) would be aware of any of the context or lore around Dark Alley
#like would it be super concerning for me to send it to him and go haha emo song but like I relate to it a lot :')#which I feel like saying that HERE is terribly concerning bc of the Lore (Pete post suicide attempt playing the demo to heychris#and the whole ''way too personal to play live'' thing)#but I don't mean it in a suicidal way at all I mean it in the ''looking in the mirror and not liking what you see'' way#like I suck most of the time. I'm negative and mean and it makes me SO angry that the main solution#is to focus on being grateful bc why should I be grateful when it feels like everything sucks??#and then I blame other people for my own bad behavior and feelings bc I struggle to take responsibility without#trying to explain myself when really I just need to listen and learn from the people trying to help me#and I'm just so so pessimistic and I wish I wasn't. I know I'm a horrible person and my attitude sucks and I hate that#but the LAST thing I want is to die. I just want to be better!! immediately!!! I hate that it's such a slow process!!#I never see any progress!! I just make the same bad choices over and over and then resolve to change again and again#and it just doesn't get better!! I never learn!!! but I want to so so badly!!!#I want to be good and okay and not a jerk to people irl but I hate everything and everything sucks in my perception#and I want SO badly to change that. I don't want to die I want to live and be better!!!!#anyway. how many red flags would it set off if I sent my dad this song
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more Octo2 thoughts bc it's been a hell of a weekend for me and I need something nice to think about (shh, my weekends are on weekdays, don't ask, just know tips are better on the real weekends, and I will eventually one day not work in food and have real weekends off again hopefully); under the cut bc lategame spoilers, as usual
alskdjaskld completely forgot Throne's Ch3 Father's Route, so I did that real fast before heading to Stormhail. Apparently? I forgot? Did not pay attention? To the fact that Sebastian/Father actually is never directly stated to be Claude's son, and insofar as we know he was just born in some shitty town and had to resort to stealing to survive (and therefore wasn't raised to be a Blacksnake), and joined the Blacksnakes of his own free will after moving to the city?? So like, sure he could still be Claude's son bc *vaguely gestures at Mr. Bigtits Sexiroth and his terrible horrible fucked up MGS-scheme to not be Vide's vessel* and it could be he was only allowed into the Blacksnakes bc he was secretly Claude's son, but it's still an interesting detail that unlike 99% of the Blacksnakes, he wasn't raised by/in the organization itself.
Marietta however does seem to have been part of the Blacksnakes, which has the disconcerting implication that she's uh, related to Claude despite bearing his child later on (which I honestly wouldn't put past him, and if Throne is somehow the Cleopatra of a fucked up Fantasy Ptolemy-esque family tree, I honestly wouldn't even question it at this point, there is so much weird shit going on in her story arc).
I'm still not entirely convinced Marietta didn't pull a Hatoful by pretending to kill her child w/ Sebastian and actually killing her child with Claude (making Throne actually Sebastian's daughter, and therefore making the whole "not Vide's vessel" thing make a bit more sense, although I have a new theory cooking for that as well that doesn't require her to not be Claude's actual daughter), but the evidence is stronger for Throne being Claude's literal daughter so, anyhow, her story arc is still a very messed up MGS-esque Fantasy John Wick story. But I mean, I still have one more chapter for Throne to try and scour for information for why she isn't Vide's vessel, what's going on w/ the Blacksnakes and their superpowers, and also how exactly the legend of the prince and princess might shed light on Solistia's distant past (I mean, we know the prince was probably Claude, but the princess? Arcanette maybe? and what of the two fighting kingdoms? does the Great Wall and the lost kingdom therein have something to do w/ it?)
Ochette's Stormhail chapter was pretty straightforward. I did waste most of my money buying fancy armor and weapons though, even with Partitio's 20% discount via his follower (who is ironically Masoud). It did have some interesting timeline info though (Glacis's egg was shattered 10 years before the start of the story, around the same time Ochette was required to choose her animal companion). I'm really going to have to watch a walkthrough/playthrough of everything though and actually take notes on the various years and stuff to put together a proper timeline one of these days...
Oh, and Osvald does say the Pit of D'arqest is "just south" of Stormhail in his banter w/ Temenos, so yeah, it seems like the Infernal Castle and the Pit of D'arqest are related if not the same location. Interesting to keep in mind for when I eventually go and level grind there.
Finally pinpointed the two things about Temenos's story arc that were irking me. The first I knew, and that was that "genocide survivor joins her peoples' killers and also seeks the power that her people literally abhorred which is also the source of power for her peoples' killers to...try and destroy said killers" just does not work as a plot for me. Love the concept of Kaldena as a character, but god her arc is a mess. Writer's could have done something more interesting with her than...all that. She deserved better writing.
The second thing is, uh, the entire Stormhail chapter. I didn't really process it my first run bc Crick's death is so out of left field that I was too surprised to think about it, but the pacing for this chapter is just...weird (certain scenes could have been slightly rewritten and put into Ch2, or at least the events could have been rearranged so there weren't these awkward pauses and transitions into new scenes; I get there were trying to let Crick get enough screentime to make his death matter, but honestly the entire thing is just kinda poorly paced by my tastes).
But more so than the pacing, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT BOTH TEMENOS AND CRICK ARE INTELLIGENT ADULTS which they clearly are except for this one thing IF THEY IMMEDIATELY SPLIT UP AFTER SOMEONE TRIED TO KILL THEM ONCE? HELLO? Is this a horror movie? Are you perhaps, young teens in a mediocre slasher flick? Someone tried to KILL YOU and you decide no, it's fine, let's take a break for the night, I'm going to the inn, you can head on back to the Sacred Guard which we just established is where the killer is hiding, this is a very logical, good plan with no flaws whatsoever.
Like, listen, I don't think Crick's death was really necessary (it doesn't actually add that much to the overall narrative in my opinion, aside from shock value, and we already had Jorg getting killed bc he Maes Hughes'd himself by knowing too much, you can't...pull the same trick twice without some fancier plot setup usually), but what really irks me about it was it was entirely avoidable if the two had just gone ahead and either investigated together (confrontation with Cubaryi could have still occured, except Crick would be there), or headed to the inn together since Crick's entire thing is protecting people and someone literally just tried to kill Temenos (and then they could have investigated and the chapter could have more or less played out the same except Crick may or may not die, like they could have had him die protecting Temenos before or after the fight w/ Cubaryi, although again, I don't think his death adds more to the story than leaving him alive would have, and my general thoughts on character deaths in fiction is that they should always be absolutely necessary for the entire narrative and plot to work)
So anyhow, yeah, Temenos's Stormhail chapter is actually where his story kinda starts to feel eh to me. I wish to release an army of puppies to chew on the writers' furniture and slippers, just for the frustration. Because like, as I thought, there doesn't have to be that many changes to Temenos's story to make it work for me, the pacing and random "horror movie protagonists IQ" doesn't work for me. Or Kaldena's writing. But both those things would require just the slightest rework to make the entire narrative flow smoothly.
Anyhow, looking forward to seeing Hikari get zapped off a bridge next (I know it's supposed to be serious and dramatic, but Rai Mei literally just zapping him off the bridge is so funny to me, she really just sees him and casts Bolt of Fuck Off). I'll also be keeping an eye out for Ori since her journals indicate she should be around for this next chapter.
#''I need something nice to think about'' as that thing is Octo2 with a variety of messed up things happening in it at any given time#but man this has been a very stressful few days and unfortunately none of my issues are things that I can resolve quickly#do not want to go to work again but at the same time the distraction will be nice#even if it means dealing with less stressful but stupider and very different issues#anyhow I'm starting to think that ''women who get mostly ignored by the writers but have so much potential'' is just my thing now#like listen...Kaldena Cubaryi Marietta Petrichor Arcanette...we could have learned so much more about all of them and we didn't#which like my city now and all that#but I need to stop taking over cities bc the writers didn't want to give their weird woman side character a coherent backstory#like listen if Bigtits Sexiroth gets a clear motive and backstory (more or less) the writers should tell me what's going on w/ Marietta#I could have given Kaldena a better arc though...she really deserved a better arc...girl you could have had something better...#apparently Cubaryi was supposed to survive and get a unique postgame quest that got scrapped at some point#so at least the writers intended to expand whatever her deal was before axing that idea#mostly I just want to know more about a lot of the important background characters#anyhow that's all for tonight folks#oracle of lore
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i have many thoughts in general but this tidbit from tingyun's voice lines is one of the things i wanna elaborate some more on at some point...
"Â Every time I head out, I leave a letter behind and lock it in the drawers of my shop. If I come back, then I'll burn it later. If I don't... then it'll be something for others to remember me by."
#OOC.#this post is more of a reminder to myself before i go try to write some stuff for nat and/or stelle#but idk i like her concept of being pacifistic despite the inherent dangers of her position as... basically a galactic ambassador?#it says that most reps take weapons with them but she refuses to because she believes that you should build relationships from a foundation#of peace instead of threat of violence#which has worked in her favor but idk its kinda sombering knowing that she basically leaves her last words in a letter every time sh#e leaves for another planet to do her job because she knows shes leaving herself vulnerable if somebody wanted to do something to hurt her#and she burns it every time she comes back only to rewrite it again months later when she goes on her next trip#xi.anzhou's lore is ROUGH dont get me wrong but theres a lot of fun concepts in there that im smashing together LMAO#also her traveling the way she does opens up so much room to meet literally anybody#its just jarilo-vi right now but as more worlds open up it just gives her more room to work with#also the fact that it opens up a lot of possiblities for world building for her to come to these planets because she's there ON business an#trade & commerce is one of the BIGGEST things a society needs. one decision could steer the entire direction of their society in a complete#y different direction#like even just introducing more leisurely/hobby focused products can be a huge turning point for a war stricken world#or better materials for their tech and their buildings#new crops in exchange for what they have#literally the exchange we see in her lore is her discussing taking just a few samples of a world's plants and growing it on xianzhou for#commercial sale AND that world would recieve shipments of said crops along with wahtever other deals they struck#and blablabla yes i know capitalism whatever. tis the way of the world and i think its really interesting frmo a worldbuilding standpoint#tingyuns a very interesting character because she can change a lot of things in very little time in the big picture#i feel like she's commonly brushed off as a shallow character who doesnt do much but she's one of the most accomplished characters in xian#zhou EASILY#yes you could argue that jing yuan is more because of his general shit or yukong is the helm master blablabla like Yes they are also very#accomplished but she is the literal only reason that the grand fairs are FAMOUS throughout the galaxy. they werent until she took leadershi#she's completed trade missions to SIXTEEN different panets and is implied to have formed alliances with at least a few of them#and was the one to renew xianzhou's mutual alliance with the IPC#i dunno#also i think people see her as way more of a trickster than she is#like ... i thought she was too but she really isn't particularly mischevious? girls tried to leave MULTIPLE times during the story bc she
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one of my favorite ellie-verse canons is her and maeko matsuo being exâs ⌠itâs so juicy to me
#listen matsuo is such a non-important character but talking to her on noveria is FUN#i cant really decide when it is that they knew each other ⌠matsuo says she was in the marines which iâll assume was also the alliance#not sure how long she was on noveria for before we meet her .. iâm thinking they were a thing before akuze and broke it off when matsuo quit#something something difference of opinion on the alliance⌠matsuo was kind of the spark that ellie needed to start rethinking her job#that would give them 6 or 7 years of no contact after that ⌠but then they meet again on noveria#ellie: what are the odds we meet again here of all places? small world huh#matsuo: i think you mean galaxy ..#god even though ellie is still technically on her mission she takes some time to reminisce with her ⌠listen listen listen#matsuo: your asari friend seems to be looking over here quite often ..#liara: đď¸đď¸#but like blue eyes#before they go off to peak 15 maeko is like âcommanderâŚâ you know trying to be professional#âbe careful on your mission ellieâ and she drops the formalities cos she means it#and like they know whatever happened between them is done but itâs still like :â) ya know#âi will⌠watch yourself out here maekoâŚâ and then they donât contact each other again until maybe after the war#HOOOOOOOO the ellie lore fucking gets me i see it all#sofi plays mele
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whyyyyy is rascal on his own without any food in his bowl or in the torn open not-even-any-crumbs-left bag of meow mix. whyyyy was my bread torn open and chewed on. whyyyyyy was there not a new bag of food for him when i know i left on friday with him having one meal in the bag and one in the bowl (it is monday morning so that's four meals missed, roughly). he's wrecked up the room a bit but the possible vomit on the floor is not giving me any confidence
update: yeah there was more evaporate vomit đ
#cw vomit mention#and he was SO needy when i came back the guy had clearly been alone for a while#currently trying to gently interrogate my roommate between giving him salami and trying to help the turtles#via currently-unanswered texts#it seems i am once again her unpaid live-in pet nanny#though obviously the ones really suffering are her menagerie#which like. god knows why she has THREE pets if she only wants them when they're convenient#and no she never asked me to do any of it but that doesn't mean it's not unfair to me#making me be the one to decide whether her animals starve or not bc she can't be bothered to care for them#but she knows i care about animals a lot and that means im the perfect sucker to stay home#instead of studying so rascal's violent separation anxiety doesn't get any worse. bc he's being neglected.#bc she's neglecting them. guhhhghgggg and the turtles still don't have a heat bulb#need to emphasize that this is an issue with Lore and shit + i promise you i am trying to understand why she might be doing this#for reasons other than 'i just dont give a shit' (ex. depression) but like. that doesn't unneglect her multiple animals#that She chose to take care of and continues to hold onto despite never being around them or researching their needs or#playing with or petting them or cleaning up after them etc#it's like she thinks pet care is buying food and making sure the litterbox doesn't overflow with shit (close calls are fine though!!)#and that pets don't have any needs beyond that#and if she'd gotten rascal as an adult maybe that'd be one thing but he was like 6 weeks at most when she got him#he needed her and needs her and she's not and wasn't there for him#and it pisses me off and i feel like an idiot Again for being in this situation even after laying out ground rules and whatever#ugh. debating whether to ask a friend to pick me up some food for him. i said i Was Not going to buy him stuff bc i knew smth like this#was inevitable. i don't want my putting my foot down thing to harm the animals but if i don't she's gonna keep harming them#does that make sense?? ughh im going in circles
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Just wanted to drop in and say thank you for finding and posting the ONI logs that you do! As someone who loves the story of the game but absolutely would not have the energy to find all of the logs that arenât on the wiki legitimately its nice to be able to see some of them. The one w/ nails in it is especially interesting! Nails was already one of my favorite dupes but that log made me like them even more tbh. Everyone say thank you to Human Nailsâ˘ď¸ for making dupes like actually cognizant.
Also, saw your ONI stuff on artfight! I am absolutely not plotting and scheming anything at all i swear :]
Oghhhh tysm :')!!!! I've been feeling a bit self conscious abt my oni obsession lately so this means a lot! I still need to get around to making my oni story catalogue actually readable, I started a while back but ran out of steam after the like 50th incident with said one with Nails in it lol. And I actually recognized you from artfight! Saw your oni guys a few days ago and I'm honestly obsessed with them, it would be a shame if I had my hand forced and had to draw them :3c
#rat rambles#oni posting#I hope Ill have the energy to draw multiple of them tbh Im bad at chosing what characters to draw#but yeah it is rough to be an oni lore enjoyer in this world where all out of game sources are horribly outdated#and even the stuff thats not outdated on the wiki is often just. straight up wrong.#I believe I went and fixed some of the worst stuff at one point but I mostly only fixed the easier stuff to fix if Im remembering correctly#as in incorrect names and job descriptions and stuff#I should go check if the jackie thrratening to burn nikola's work thing is still there because as far as I know thats just not true#I think that was probably a misremembering of a seed is planted where nails talks abt jackie burning some of their work#because outside of that I dont think jackie burning stuff was ever explicitly brought up?#or maybe I just dont remember it or smth it has been a lil bit since I've reread everything#Ive been rereading some stuff every now and then but I havent sat down and binged it all again yet#well hey Ill have plenty of time to comb over everything once I get back to cleaning up my log doc eventually#and then maybe after that Ill. sigh. go update the wiki. sighhhhhhhh#I rly dont want to but at the same timr Someone needs to for ppl like you aka most of them who arent going to manually hunt it all down#cause trust me it feels like loosing your mind to try to find all the logs in game even while actively cheating#you know its bad when I had an easier time learning how to read the code and finding the logs there then actually finding them all in game#plus as far as I know a decent amount of them are dlc exclusive which makes it even more hard to get into#well maybe not harder but more money yknow#but yeah Im glad I had the experience of hunting lore stuff down manually but I would not wish it upon others lol
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need overblot boys with epel, and floyd with a reader that randomly lore drops as if they're an old dad like "yeah lol my old school had a shooting once....anyways *SNOREE*" and when asked they just agree and walk away and never elaborate whatsoeverđ if you feel uncomfortable feel free to delete or ignoreâźď¸love ya pookieđĽ
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË a reader with a backstory
I got u đŤĄđŤĄ
summary: wacky reader lore type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, floyd, jamil, vil, epel, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
you find new ways to raise Riddle's blood pressure every day
little guy is worried enough as it is
you've already got your school work, taking care of Ramshackle, taking care of Grim, taking care of all the other freshmen, taking care of-
well... you get it
the last thing he needs is to hear another one of your stories
"oh, yeah, that's like the time I got stabbed"
"????? WHAT??"
what's entertaining to you and ADeuce is mortifying to Riddle
if you're not careful you'll end up sleeping on the floor in his room
where he can keep a close eye on you
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
you're like Leona's little court jester
and he takes you with him everywhere
it's not easy to get a genuine laugh out of him, after all
besides, what's so bad about a little dark humor? it's not like you died or anything
he knows you're a resilient little thing
and you seem to love telling him about "that time you crawled into a drainage pipe", anyway
you make him laugh; he likes you
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
Azul indulges you
his white noise machine stopped working last month and you make for excellent background ambience
so, he lets you talk yourself in circles about your school work, your friends, Grim, Grim again
and then you drop the most HEINOUS bombshells in the middle
"blah blah blah Grim, blah blah Crowley, blah blah, that one time I got lost in the woods for a day, blah blah-"
he loses his train of thought every time
now, Floyd is the complete opposite
he will hyperfocus on the most mundane details
and ignore the bombshells
will give you an, "oh, that's cool" to your ghost story but will find you the pair of socks you mentioned liking three months ago
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
Jamil is just fascinated by you
you as a person, of course
but also the fact that you're still alive
one night, he's explaining the reason he makes all of Kalim's food and you're like
"oh, yeah, I get it. I got mold poisoning once and hallucinated for a week"
?????
then you go right back to asking him about the recipe
sitting on the counter, as happy as could be
"HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!!!"
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
Vil is used to this
he knows that look on your face
he will shush you with a finger to your lips before you even start
"don't tell me, I'm stressed enough as it is"
he's going to break out if you keep at it
he finds you quite... macabre
which is entertaining until he sees you going down a flight of stairs without holding onto the railing and remembers all those stories you'd told him
he's just... concerned for you, that's all
and he does NOT appreciate Epel for encouraging it
"tell us more about the time you fell down that hill into that pile of rocks, Prefect!"
:D
like a kid in a candy store
learning new Lore is like the highlight of his week
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
"talk about having a high luck stat..."
Idia is more entertained than anything
he thought these kinds of things only happened in anime, but...
...there you are
it sounds like you experience more in a single month than he has in his whole life
and you know what?
GOOD
you can keep your freaky real-world experiences!
he'll just live vicariously through you
*ŕŠâŠâ§âË
poor Malleus
he's been putting so much effort into learning and blending with human culture, and now here you are with your terrifying stories
you tell him in such earnest, too
you seem so... unbothered by it
perhaps humans are less fragile than he thought?
of course, he shouldn't have underestimated you in the first place :)!
then you come over for dinner one night
"hahah, yeah, last time I was at someone's house their grandma threw a lamp at my head and I got a concussion"
Silver and Sebek both go >_>
Lilia goes <_<
and then Malleus is there like, "ah, another fascinating tale :)"
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do you believe me now? | 8
it's the morning after. spencer reid suspects youâre left with some doubts after losing your virginity to him. he has to figure out whyâwhich is hard when you're keeping secrets.
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this series is 18+ warnings/tags: fem!reader, blood related to losing virginity (dramatized for the drama duh), super vague allusions to the BAU being hungover, mild blasphemy if anyone even cares, pondering god bc am I really a fanfic writer if I donât get a little religious w it, emily AND hotch are here and nobody knows why pls don't pay attention to that bc we are imagining like season 11/12 spencer and I'm inconsistent w who is unit chief in this series apparently, spencer slut lore, spencer emotional wounds lore, Spencer is a traumatic situationship survivor a/n: DADDYS HOMEEEEE (me and dybmn not spencer) anyway missed these little guys and am happy to be writing for them again!! idk what my upload schedule will becoming back to this but pls lmk what u think of this part, I have no idea how you will respond but I'm being brave and ily
Friday morning Spencer comes into the office fifteen minutes late (he tried his best), in yesterdayâs suit (everything in his go-bag had been too wrinkled), hair messy (no doubt from your fingers), coffee cold (heâs exhausted) and overall, in an excellent mood.
The rest of the team isnât faring quite as wellâSpencer gathers they stayed at the bar celebrating Derekâs birthday a lot later than he had. It shows through sallow skin and dark circles and the grimaces he receives on the way to his desk that are probably supposed to approximate good morningâs.Â
Honestly, he doesnât mind the dull moodâhe doesnât need the teasing and the prying questions that would be sure to come if his co-workers were at peak performance and were able to put together his unusually perky demeanor and disheveled appearance. At least Prentiss doesnât appear to be paying him any mind. Sheâs always the one who can read him like an open book and has no shame in doing so aloud. Echoes from years of, âso who was the lucky girl, last night, Reid?â Still ring through his mind and itâs like he can feel her finger prodding at his side.Â
The Emily of it all makes him smile, though the rest of the memory leaves a metal tang in his mouth. Back in those days, there were sometimes a lot of girls, but even then he was consciously aware he wasnât necessarily doing something he enjoyed. He spent a lot of time, actually, staring at his bedroom ceiling, psychoanalyzing himself. Repetition compulsion. The insatiable desire to repeat or reenact emotionally painful experiences. Maybe he thought if he could teach himself to subsist off of emotionless hookups, he could in some way heal from his experience with Elle. Though, heâs hesitant to think of it now as healingâitâs not like he didnât know what he was doing when a few nights after she said I donât feel the same Iâm sorry he opened up his front door for her. Itâs not like he didnât know what he was doing every time after that. So, maybe heal isnât the right word, when one doesnât have the right to be injured. Or when the injuries are, in a manner of speaking, self-inflicted. At the very least he could tell himself that this time around, meaningless sex was a choice he was making for himself. Spencer hates when things just happen to him.Â
But youâyouâre different. You were a complete surprise. At first, a cute and unexpected complication. After a few painful and short-lived attempts at real relationships, Spencer decided he was simply not to be trusted with emotional intimacy of any kind, including that which inevitably develops from physical intimacy, and would resign himself to a life of celibacy. He tried not to like you, but you were just so damn likable. Magnetic, to use a trite and perfectly honest turn of phrase. All that to say: he doesnât regret you at all. There is no filter of putrid shame or anguish over his memories of last night.Â
Just you. Perfect. Starlit. Glowing softly around the edges like youâre not even real.Â
I love you I love you I love you. A hymn with no melody. You, always reminding him exactly why he is decidedly not a man of faith. At least, not in the typical sense of the word.Â
How God became the idol and not Mary is lost on him. Thatâs why, Spencer supposes, tapping an eraser on his desk, marriage and sex were forbidden for so many ecclesiastics. After all, if they knew what it was to love a woman, specifically to love you, he doubts theyâd feel like spending much time in the pulpit. Love. Humans had that long before they had any gods. Itâs primeval. Itâs the most natural manifestation of devotion and worship. It will always have come first. Isnât it a better kind of religion when a man realizes he can kneel in front of a woman rather than an altar?
A heavy hand falling on his shoulder jolts him from his theological musingsâwhich are in all practicality useless. Whatâs that saying about blasphemous thinking on the FBIâs dime? Right. There isnât one.Â
âIâm scared to ask,â Morgan says as Spencer jumps slightly in his chair.Â
âWhat?â He mumbles, looking up from the document heâd only sort of been reading.
Morgan just looks at him, strong brows furrowed and a ditch between them, angles his head and glances to the side as if Spencer is missing the obvious. He almost follows Derekâs eye-line. When that doesnât work, Derek just says your name. Like your status is somehow in question.Â
âDid you two work things out, or not? It looked pretty bad when you guys were leaving last night.â
People often misunderstand an eidetic memory. Itâs not like things canât slip his mindâSpencer can actually be quite forgetful. Itâs made worse by the fact that last night at the bar feels like months ago. For a moment, he has no idea what Derek is referring to.Â
âOh. Oh! Right, weâright. Yeah, we, uhâwe worked it out.â Before Derek has a chance to read his face, no doubt as incriminating as his fumbled speech and an ill-timed throat clearing, he turns back to his paperwork. âThanks for keeping an eye on her at the bar. I appreciate that.â
Itâs quiet for a moment, and Spencerâs lips twist as he can feel the incoming inappropriate comment.Â
âIs that the same suit you were wearing last night?â Morgan quips, his wide grin audible. Spencer can practically hear the cartoon gleam of his friendâs bleached teeth.Â
âNo.â
âYou dog.â Derek is still smiling as he claps Spencerâs shoulder again. âWhat did you say to her that worked so well?â
Spencer clears his throat again and tries to look extremely involved in logging onto his computer, speaking quickly as if heâs beyond disinterested and canât wait for the exchange to be over.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Iâm actually trying to work so if you wouldnât mind going back to your desk that would be great.âÂ
âUh-huh. Iâll let you work. But I see you, pretty boy.â
Spencer tries not to blush like a teenager as he refuses to look up.Â
Naturally the rest of the day is a slow descent into dread and madness as all those good feelings with which Spencer had started his morning begin to harden into something much worse, chilled by your lack of response to the text he sent you earlier. Which was essentially a rehashing of the note he left on your bedside table.Â
Maybe it was too much. It shouldâve been one or the other, but not both. Heâs overwhelmed you.Â
Okay, so maybe this is what religion is for. A last ditch effort when you canât talk to your girlfriend so you have to try talking to God.Â
But Spencer knows you, and he knows something is wrong. You wouldnât just ice him out so blatantly if everything was okay. He catches himself glancing up toward Hotchâs window to see if the blinds are drawn, and considers faking an illness to get out of work early and go check on you. But he powers through the remaining hour and a half that he is obligated to stay at work, he bounces a pencil between his fingers, drums at his desk, and gets nothing else done. As soon as 4:59 rolls around, heâs out.Â
Spencer can hear shuffling on the other side of your door as he stands in the hallway. A pot clatters. The walls hum with the rush of water through the pipes to your sink. He knocks, relieved that youâre okay and at the same time struggling with that weight on his chestâsomething cold that leans over his shoulders and whispers into his earâso she just didnât want to talk to you.Â
Suddenly all sound from inside your unit ceases. For a few long seconds, Spencerâs confusion only grows exponentially.Â
âWho is it?â You finally call, voice wavering. Also odd. Usually you just open the door.Â
âUm⌠Spencer?â
âAs in my boyfriend Spencer?â
He frowns, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly as he tries to decipher your sudden paranoia. âI hope so?â
The click and jingle of several locks precipitates your much-anticipated reveal.Â
âCome in,â you say breathlessly, more harried than usual and not giving him the tender greeting heâs selfishly become accustomed toâbarely even giving him a second to look at you. But he steps inside, watching on in concern as you do up every single lockâthe one on the knob, the deadbolt, even the chain. Is this really all because of his little comment last night about anyone being able to get in? He certainly hopes not. He didnât mean to terrify you.Â
When you finally turn, he takes stock of your appearance. Big hoodie, pajama pants patterned in little hearts. Hair pulled back hastily. Your skin is sort of dull where you normally glow. But youâre beautiful, like always. It always aches just a little bit to look at you. Spencerâs always been like that. Going breathless at a particularly good piece of art or pretty girl. Like yourself. Mostly you.Â
You quickly turn to hurry back into the kitchen. âI was trying to make dinner, Iââ
âHold on,â he interrupts, stopping you with a hand on your stomach that is so non-demanding itâs really mostly a suggestion. He tries to clear his head, though you make it hard. âYou didnât talk to me all day. Not that you have to, but⌠I was worried.â
You glance at the floor and mumble, âI lost my phone,â with so much embarrassment he believes youâre telling the truth. âDid you, umâdid you text me?â
Insecurity. Spencer knows well what it looks like on you. He softens. You werenât ignoring himâbut youâd been left in a vulnerable state without any ability to contact him or anyone. That couldnât have been comfortable.Â
âOf course I did.â He pauses to observe you. Still anxious. Still prepared to run at any second. Something, and heâs not sure what, did a number on you today. Maybe itâs sheer exhaustion, maybe it was the anxiety of not having your phone. But he has to figure out what it is so he can undo it. âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â
He watches your breathing pauseâwatches your eyes gloss over with tears and a frown contort your features. Oh, god. Heâs done something terribly wrong. Itâs been thirty seconds and heâs done something wrong.Â
âCan we sit down? I donât feel very good.â
âYeah. Yeah, we can. Whatever you need.â
You cast a baleful look at him and now he has to wonder what that means. Spencer sets his bag on a pulled out dining chair and follows you to the couch where you settle on opposite sidesâyouâre curled up in the far corner, hugging a pillow to your chest with your legs folded in front of you. Spencerâs heart is beating fast. He doesnât know whatâs going on with you and he canât figure it out just by looking and you donât seem eager to tell him.Â
Heâs exhausted all his typical ways of collecting information, and now heâs at a loss.Â
Eventually, the anxiety comes bubbling up.Â
âPlease talk to me,â he pleads. And you do. Almost instantly, like he stepped on some sort of landmine.Â
âI know itâs my own fault for not having my phone on me and not being able to see your texts, but it really sucks that I had to find out from my creepy neighbor that you snuck out in the middle of the night without saying goodbye.â
The whiplash is so strong itâs almost a broken neck. Spencer reels, frowning deeply as he tries to process your impromptu speech, the sudden confrontation. What creepy neighbor?
âIâŚÂ didnât. I went to grab my stuff from the car around one, but I came right back. I left at 7:30. You donât remember me saying goodbye?â
Your brow furrows, and your eyes dart over the design on the rug like youâre watching memories go by. He sees it in your eyes when you recall some hazy image of him holding your face, kissing your cheek more times than was necessary and whispering sweet things against your lips before he had to go. You shrink into the couch, clearly struggling under the combined weight of relief and embarrassment.Â
âI forgot. I thought⌠he saidâŚâ
A moment passes and itâs clear youâve abandoned the sentence. Spencer is concerned about this shadowy male figure who put malicious untruths into your head. He slides his hand under yours and twines your fingers together. Finally, finally you meet his gaze.Â
âSomeone made you believe I left without saying goodbye.â
And he almost wishes you werenât looking at him as more tears pool before falling down your cheeks. You nod, and donât make a sound.Â
âNo, honey. I didnât do that. Iâm sorry thatâs what youâve been thinking all day.â
âI was worried that you⌠or that I wasnâtâŚâ
His chest aches. Youâd woken up alone, no recollection of his goodbye, and without the comfort of even a text.Â
âYou didnât see my note?â
The way you look at him then is heartbreaking. Eyes wide and wet and sad, lip trembling.Â
âYou left a note?â
Murphyâs Law. Anything that can go wrong, will.Â
It mustâve fallen off the bedside table, or maybe he just hadnât positioned it obviously enough.Â
A lost phone, a missed note, and not even a memory of his departure. While none of these things are verifiably Spencerâs fault, he feels so, so guilty.Â
âI did,â Spencer says gently, scooting closer and pulling you into him, head pressed to his shoulder as you try not to cry, and he rubs your back slowly.Â
Your sulky words are muffled by his shirt. âI didnât see it. What did it say?â
âA lot of very nice things about you,â he whispers. Spencer thought maybe he could get away with giving you all the sincere compliments you canât accept face to face through a note you could read while he wasnât around. That way you couldnât refute them or stop him. It was a good plan.Â
He feels the sigh of relief leaving your body against his neck.Â
âI didnât know.â
âI know. Iâm sorry. Thatâs not⌠I shouldâve just stayed. This is my fault.â
You keep your cheek pressed to his shoulder as you speak.Â
âItâs not. You have a job. A really important job. You canât just call out whenever I want you around.â
Logically he knows youâre right, but he doesnât always think logically around you.Â
âI couldâve made it work. I couldâve come in late, or the team couldâve called me if there was a case, which there wasnâtââ
âSpencer, itâs okay. Itâs not your fault. Donât worry about it.â
He pulls back slightly, frowning at your tone. You do look relieved, much less plagued than youâd been when he arrived minutes ago, but something heavy still weighs you down. The burden of it darkens your eyes and dulls your expression. When he cups your cheek, you glance up at him, and then away once more.Â
He speaks softly. âIs that all you wanted to tell me?âÂ
Again he earns a moment of your eye contact, but itâs fleeting. He watches the words spin around your head as you try to figure out what to do with themâand then choose to remain silent.Â
There is in fact something youâre keeping from him.Â
Spencer hates to use work tactics on you, but he doesnât speak either, hoping that youâll feel compelled to fill the silence with the truth. Knowing how youâre not entirely comfortable with quiet.Â
And you try, lips parting and the sound delayed as you wrestle with something you clearly donât know how to talk about.Â
âI⌠my neighbor,â you say, frowning like you donât quite know why youâre speaking. âThe one who told me he saw you leaving in the middle of the night. He alsoâhe saidâŚâ
Spencer brushes hair away from your cheek with a thumb, stroking the high point in gentle passes as your words taper off. Now that heâs thinking about it, he did encounter a man in a dumpy robe standing in the courtyard and smoking a cigarette when he left you tangled in sheets and dozing contentedly to get his bag from the car. In fact, they rode back up to your floor in the elevator in mostly awkward silence. Spencer was sure his outfit told a storyâshirt untucked and hastily buttoned only partway, no belt, shoes barely tied, duffel slung over his shoulderâhe wasnât really expecting to run into anyone at such an hour, to be honest, but he hadnât particularly cared what this man thought of him, so it didnât cross his mind again.
Now he remembers.Â
Long night, huh? I remember those days.Â
It was an inappropriate comment, but given his job heâs used to ignoring those. Mostly his mind had been preoccupied with the idea of returning to you, who gave him such a warm and sleepy welcome when he climbed carefully back into your arms several minutes later that it was like heâd never known anyone else at all.Â
Now he resents that he hadnât said anything, he hates the idea that you spoke to this man and he said something to upset you and Spencer wasnât there. Usually he tries not a judge a book by its cover (metaphorically, of course) but heâs been around enough bad men to know when heâs looking at one. Last night he hadnât even been cognizant enough to realize they got off on the same floor.Â
âWhat did he say, angel?â Spencer whispers, incapable of being anything but soft with you at the moment. Even though he senses something a lot like a tide of preemptive anger rising in his chest, painted over with layers of anxiety and guilt. He shouldâve found a way to stay with you this morning.Â
You sniffle and let your head fall again, forehead resting against his collar. Instinctively his hand slides to the back of your neck and even at the awkward angle he finds a way to press his lips to yours hair. âCan we talk about it later? I donât feel good.â
If itâs making you this uncomfortable, Spencer really wants to know what passed between you and this neighbor. In fact, heâd be willing to bet a lot of your strange behavior this evening stems from something that occurred which you donât feel comfortable telling him yet. But he manages to bite back anymore questions. He doesnât want to make you feel interrogated.Â
âYeah, you mentioned that,â he says eventually, kindly, hand tracing down the length of your back and up again. âWhy donât you feel good?â
He doesnât miss the way you reach up to discreetly wipe your cheek. But he wonât make you talk about anything you donât want to talk about until youâre ready, and it seems like youâre already having a rough day. Which is not what he wanted. This is so far from what he wanted for you. Heâs cursing himself for how he handled this whole situation.Â
âUm, I just⌠I donât know. I feel⌠bad. Iâm sorry Iâm being so weird.â
âYouâre not being weird, honey. You had a hard day. Youâre having a normal reaction to an abnormal set of circumstances.â
You sit up, sniffing and wiping your tears like you can just make the whole thing go away.Â
âNo, I am. I am. Itâs all okay now, right? So I donât know why I feel like this. I donât know whatâs wrong with me.â
He watches helplessly. âNothing is wrong with you. Weâve⌠itâs been a big couple of days. Mostly good, but I think youâre probably really tired. Emotionally and physically.âÂ
You bury your face in your hands and nod silently. He still feels like heâs shooting in the dark, but youâre not entirely comforted yet, and itâs killing him.Â
âWhatever youâre feeling is okay. If this is⌠about last night, or this morning, or something entirely differentâregardless of what itâs about, youâre not going to be⌠in trouble with me if youâre having complicated feelings. And you can talk to me. But it doesnât have to be right now. We donât have to figure it out all at once, okay?â
You press the heels of your palms into your eyes, and for a moment, his words sink into silence. When you do raise your head, nodding, the evidence of your discomfort is all over your faceâreddened eyes, cheeks polished with wiped tears. But you take a deep breath and try to project whatever it is you think he wants to see.Â
The back of your hand is soft under his thumb as he sweeps it, as if he could draw forth more information that way. People speak when theyâre ready.
âIs there anything I can do?â He tries, all ramped brow and soft spoken.Â
Youâre looking at where heâs tracing swirls on your hand as you swallow and blink the last of your tears away.Â
âUm⌠you can say no, butâdo you think it would be okay for you to maybe stay again tonight?â
Spencer sucks in a breath, painfully aware that heâs about to let you down.Â
âI⌠I havenât been home in a week. Iâve been wearing this suit for two days straight and I donât think I would want to share a bed with me again until I shower.â He watches you wilt and lifts a hand to stroke your hair. âBut I do want to spend time with you⌠do you maybe want to come stay with me instead? No pressureââ
âOkay. Yes. Is that okay?â
Spencerâs brow knits. You seem even more enthused about the idea of going to his apartment, like now that the opportunity has presented itself you canât wait to get out. Maybe you have some sort of black mold problem.Â
âOf course. Do you wanna grab a few things and then we can go?â
âUmâI also havenât showered today. Do you mind waiting?â
âSure. Or you could use mine. With supervision, this time.â
Spencer is attempting to make a joke about your unplanned (and unmoderated) stay at his apartment last week after he leftâbut looking at your face now heâs wondering if he touched a nerve.Â
âLike⌠one at a time? OrâŚâ
He thought maybe youâd be more comfortable around him after last nightâand itâs not like he hadnât seen you naked before then, either.
âDo you wanna do it one at a time?â He asks gently.Â
Thereâs this sparkly sort of longing in your eyes that heâs seen before, but you tamp it down like always. Youâre so cautious. About everything. Even the things youâre curious about. Itâs sweet and a little sad.Â
âIâve never⌠showered with anyone.â
The corner of Spencerâs mouth twitches as he pushes hair over your shoulder. âI know. You donât have to. We could save like 100 gallons of water depending on how long your showers typically last, butââ
âSpencerââ
âSorry, sorryâI didnâtâI didnât mean it like that. Iâm not trying to pressure you. You absolutely can take your own shower. You can go first so you get the hot water.â
âNo,â you laugh, and itâs like a sparkling cloud of gold has settled around you, fractals bouncing off the shine of your cheeks and eyesâthe sound of your laughter, the look of it, is such beautiful relief he canât believe how good it feels, but it fades from you quickly. âIt sounds⌠I think I want to, I just⌠I donât wanna, likeâŚÂ do⌠anything.â
For a split second your veiled language mystifies him and then he realizes what youâre trying to say without saying. Something has changed since yesterday, when you brazenly referred to it as fucking, and today, when you canât even say sex. Heâs gotten as far as it being something your creepy neighbor said. Maybe. He needs to know what.Â
But thatâs not the topic at hand.Â
âWe donât have to. I didnât mean to imply that we would do anything like that. I donât expect anything from you.â
You swallow.Â
âOkay. I wasnât sure.â
About what?
He says your name. No response.Â
âCan you look at me, please?â
It takes you a moment, and your head raises like you might need some oil in your hinges, but eventually you manage. Spencer hopes the way heâs rubbing your leg is comforting.Â
âYou know Iâm never, ever going to make you do anything you donât want to do, right?â
To his horror, your answer isnât an immediate and resounding yes. Instead you look back down and cover his hand with your own, fiddling nervously with his fingers.Â
Eventually, you reply, âYeah⌠I know. I just thought⌠Iâm not sure. Maybe itâs supposed to be different now.â
âIt doesnât have to be. Nothing has to be different. Weâre still doing everything on your schedule, okay? And as for the next few days, at leastâI think it might be a good idea to take sex off the table altogether.â
Your eyes narrow and you hesitate. âWhy?â
âBecause I donât want you worrying about it. And I donât think it would feel good for you right now. I think there are things we need to talk about, but⌠weâve probably tried enough for a while, hm?â
You give him a shy nod and hum your agreement. For a moment he lets his hand linger on your leg and then pulls it back.Â
âOkay. Do you want my help packing a bag, or should I wait out here?â
âYou can wait. It should only take a minute.â You pause, halfway up to look pensive. âUm, Spencerâdo you think it would be okay if maybe I⌠if I stayed tonight and tomorrow? I justâI wanna get out of here, for a bit.â
He frowns but doesnât hesitate. âOf course. Can I ask why?â
âItâs justâŚÂ suffocating sometimes,â you call as you turn and hurry down the hallway to the bedroom. âFeels like my neighbors are on top of me, like theyâre⌠breathing down my neck, half the time.â
Sure, bigger apartments existâbut itâs not like youâre in a studio. And youâve never mentioned feeling that way before. That bad feeling is starting to come backâlike youâre not telling him something he needs to know. But is it worse to let you deal with it yourself until youâre ready to talk or to force it from you?
A few minutes later you return, a duffel of your own over your shoulder and full to bursting.Â
âSo Iâm an idiot. My phone was literally in the pocket of my jeans on the floor.â You drop the bag as you bend down by the door to pull on your favorite slippers. âOhâI think I forgot my charger, can you grab it? Itâs by my bed.â
Spencer of course obliges, and is secretly pleased to be in your room again, in the light this time, so he can see better. Itâs sweet. The pictures on the walls, the plants and the knickknacks and the sticky notes scrawled with messy reminders on every surface and the sweater hanging over the back of a chairâthe one youâd been wearing at the cafe all those months agoâit all feels so you. He wonders why the two of you donât spend more time here.Â
He lets himself linger for only a minute before remembering his task, but as he reaches down to unplug your charger, whatever dopey smile heâd been wearing evaporates. The sheets have been stripped from your bed, and he can see whyâthereâs a striking stain of dried blood, and several surrounding dots, soaked into the mattress. Not much, but enough to make him feel horrendously guilty. He cringes, imagining what it mustâve been like to wake up all alone to nothing but your own blood. Poor girl. Of course heâd noticed some, last night when he was doing his best at cleaning you up, but it had been dark, and he was exhausted, and he hadnât done enough.Â
âWhereâd your sheets go, baby?â He asks once back by the front door with his own bag on his shoulder, setting a gentle hand on your lower back and holding out your charger for you. You jump slightly, and he makes circles on your back, wishing there was something he could do to settle you.Â
âOh! Theyâthey got ruined. I threw them out. Itâs fine. I have others.â
So you didnât have enough energy this morning to walk a few feet to your shower, but stripping your bed, getting dressed, and walking down to the trash chute at the end of the hall had been top of your priority list.Â
You swallow as he undoes the locks and holds the door open for you, and pretend like youâre not doing surveillance to either side as you stand in the hallway, locking your door again like you canât get out of here fast enough.Â
Spencer casts a sidelong glance at you and wonders if youâre intentionally avoiding eye contact. He tries not to think like a profiler. He tries not to assign meaning to your actions, but he canât help it. He canât not notice.Â
He canât not worry.Â
And he canât not wonder what youâre not telling him.Â
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part nine
#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid fic#spencer reid smut#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid angst#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fic#criminal minds smut#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds fanfic
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â âđđ â â đđđđđđđđ. boothill spending a nice, sunny day on the ranch with his family !
tags. pre-cyborg!boothill x wife!female reader. fluff, one tiny hint of angst. sfw. daughter is adopted. based on boothillâs lore. reader gets called âmama/mommaâ. i shed a tear writing this
âaye, yer getting good, kiddo.â boothill grins as he humors his daughter. heâs sitting on a patch of grass underneath an old tree, with his little girl sitting on his lap. his stetson hat lays low on his head, a piece of straw grass between his teeth.
days like these are the reason why he cherishes life. peaceful days where his wife and kid are the only ones surrounding him. home is where he belongs; with his daughter playing the tiny guitar he made her from scratch.
wellâmore like sheâs beating it up.
âdada! dada!â she squeals as she harshly pats the strings, creating an unsatisfactory sound that would make anyone in the vicinity cringe. though, to boothill the sound is a sign of life. of his beloved child being carefree and happy.
the cowboy runs his fingers through the girlâs locks, admiring the little bundle of joy thatâs been bestowed upon him. ever since he took her in, lifeâs been nothing but joyful. âadorable, ainât ya?â boothill mumbles to no one in particular.
a warm breeze lifts his bangs ever so slightly, revealing those unique eyes of his. theyâre filled with nothing but admiration for his daughter. perhaps also a hint of bittersweet warmth.
sheâs growing up so fast.
âhoney, dinnerâs ready!â your voice makes both boothill and the child look up. boothillâs signature smirk only widens the moment you come out of the main house, wiping your hands off with your apron. you look stunning underneath the orange-ish sky. youâre also a reminder of how good boothill has it.
boothill nods and squeezes his daughterâs cheeks, gaining a small giggle at the touch. the calluses on his hands are a contrast to her smooth skin. the chubbiness in her cheeks is absolutely adorable to the white and black-haired man.
âoh, ya hear that? yâr momma made us some food,â boothill pokes the girlâs sides, which makes her laugh again. his favorite sound. she abandons her guitar and stands up, her legs still somewhat wobbly. she had only recently learnt how to walk on her own after all.
âmama!â the kid repeats, reaching her tiny hands out to your figure in the distance. you smile at the sight and crouch down, spreading your arms as you encourage her to walk towards you.
you nod and let out a small chuckle, âhi, baby! câmonâ come to mama!â
your daughter gasps and tries to find her balance before she sets another step. boothill watches her with a fond smile, his hands ready to catch her if she were to fall. though, there doesnât seem to be any need for those precautions.
she waddles over to you in no time. her little gasps and pants as she tries to run melt the cowboyâs heart. he gets up and walks behind the tiny girl, a sudden mischievous grin on his face.
âheh,â boothill chuckles before acting like heâs going to run after her and catch her if she doesnât run away from him, âbetter run before i catch ya!â
the child takes the light-hearted threat seriously and squeals at the sight of her father figure ârunningâ after her. her legs take her towards you as fast as they can, working overtime to reach the other side of the ranch, âwaaaaaah!â
you laugh at the sight of your husband chasing after the little girl. heâs good with childrenâto your utter surprise. before boothill came home with the abandoned baby, you didnât know if heâd have the skills to care for children. he is blunt, straightforward and rough in some ways.
however, your worries were soon to be proven wrong. itâs like boothillâs destined to be a girl dad. thatâs how well he can get along with your adoptive daughter. it was difficult for him at first, but with some trial and error, heâs turned into a great father figure.
âgotâcha!â boothill exclaims as he scoops the small child up in his arms the second she got close to you. he tickles her sides and she squirmsâgiggling like sheâs never done before.
ânooooo!â she tries to protest between laughs, but it seems to be an impossible task. her little legs kick wildly in boothillâs embrace, but he doesnât let up. he puts her over his shoulder and wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.
âthe food smells good, babe,â boothill whispers and kisses the top of your head. the smell of your delicious cooking makes his mouth water. he pinches your cheek and flashes you that charming grin of his not a second later, âbet it tastes fuckinâ amazing too.â
âlanguage, honey,â you roll your eyes playfully and slap boothillâs bicep as a reminder. he simply shrugs and laughs menacingly.
you walk back with him into the house, one hand of his resting on your waist, whilst the other secures your (still squealing) daughter on his shoulder.
the sun setting gives the sky beautiful colors. orange, purple, yellow and a bit of red. it adds to the beauty of this momentâa family of three living happily ever after on their ranchâwith nothing or no one to ruin their lives.
or so they thought.
#sttoru writes.#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#boothill x reader#hsr x you#hsr x y/n#boothill x you#boothill x y/n#hsr fluff#hsr imagines#sorry guys i had to make it angsty somehow
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So Warm and Fluffy
Synopsis: Harbinger men (minus Pucinella) with an S/O who wears their Fatui coat.
Characters: Pierro, Capitone, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe
Tags; Suggestive on Childe
A/N: Gawd, I need more lore on all the harbingers. I need MORE. I also lowkey didn't know what to write for Panatalone, which sucks cause I absolutely love this man.
The party was a bore, you couldnât help but let out a bored sigh. Pierro seemed to immediately notice this and placed a gentle hand on the bottom of your back.
âIs everything okay my dear?â Pierro whispered into your ear, you leaned against his shoulder and sighed.
âThis place is a bore and thereâs nothing fun.â Pierro hummed in agreement as he stared distantly towards the crowd. There was a small crowd of aristocrats huddled around you two hoping to earn a favor from the Tsaritsa. You just sighed again before looking at the giant door that beckoned you toward them.
âDear, Iâm going to walk around a bit. Is that okay?â You asked, tilting your head towards him. Pierro closed his eyes and gave a soft nod.
âMake sure you bring a scout.â Pierro sighed as he turned back to a conversation an aristocrat was trying to make. You smiled to yourself before beckoning a nearby scout to follow you. You were very lucky that the party was hosted in one of the many Fatuiâs castles, even more lucky that this just so happens to be Pierroâs. You and the scout silently walked down the empty hall, your shoes echoed around before stopping by a familiar door. You smiled as you fished in your pockets, pulling out a small key. You gently placed the key inside the keyhole before turning it. With a soft click the door opened revealing a huge office. You knew this office quite well as this was Pierroâs main office. You walked towards the giant desk smiling as you picked up a small picture of you and Pierro. You gently placed the picture back down before walking around the office. Staring out the window you sighed happily staring down the garden that Pierro planted for you. You were so lost in thought, staring at the snowflakes that slowly drifted down, that you didnât feel the soft click of the door open. You smiled to yourself thinking about the nice stroll you and Pierro took earlier in the morning. You suddenly felt warm, when you felt a soft coat gently placed on your shoulder.Â
âYouâll get cold if you stay still like that.â Pierro murmured against your ear, planting a soft kiss against your cheek. His mask slightly biting your skin. You giggled as you turned to face Pierro.Â
âWell if I do get cold youâll somehow keep me warm right?â You smiled as you placed your hand right where his heart lay. Pierro deeply chuckled as he cupped your hand as you planted a soft kiss on your wrist.
âOf course, my dear.âÂ
Capitano grunted as he attacked the dummies with his giant claymore. You stared unapologetically at Capitanoâs abs, muscle, anything your eyes looked around. You sighed dreamily as Capitano's muscles moved and contracted with each swing. You two were in the lobby of Goth Grand Hotel which Lord Regrator generously booked⌠forever. Capitano swung his claymore, slicing the dummies in half. Capitano huffed and puffed as he circled his shoulders. Loosening the tension in his shoulder. You clapped at Capitanoâs display,
âYou look so good Darling.â You smiled as you slouched against the plush lobby couch. Capitano gave out a hearty laugh before walking over to get a drink from his cup.Â
âThank you my love.â He laughed as he lifted his helmet slightly for him to wipe his sweat. You hummed as you looked around the lobby of the Goth Grand Hotel. It was quite fancy, true to Mondstadt architecture the arcs curved beautifully with etched designs watching over you two. The soft light emitting from the crystal chandelier shone upon you. Your eyes drift before you spot Capitanoâs Harbinger coat. He didnât wear it as Mondstadtâs weather didnât deemed it cold enough for him to wear it. You traced your hand over the details of the Harbingers coat. Whoever designed it clearly had a good sense of fashion. You smiled as you pulled the heavy coat towards you. Capitanoâs smell filled your senses as you took in a deep breath, allowing his scent to fill your lungs. You couldnât help but sigh as you got comfortable on the lobby couch. You watched Capitano continue his training, his sleeveless turtleneck hug his muscles so well. Capitano swung his claymore making eye contact with you who was snug underneath his harbinger coat.
âComfortable?â Capitano asked, hoisting his claymore over his shoulder. You nodded as you pulled the black fur close to your face.
âYour jacket is very comfortable.â You smiled as you adjusted your position, Capitano laughed as he turned back to his dummies.
âWell then I'll ask Pantalone about getting you a custom one." You can hear Capitano smile as he slashed at the nearest dummy. You couldn't help but laugh,
"That would be nice wouldn't it?"
You shivered inside Dottoreâs lab. Your lover is a mad man so of course he loves to have his lab ac on in an already really cold nation. You are already wearing thick layers but the cold keeps biting your skin.Â
âCan we please turn the heater on?â You asked, but it seemed the question fell on deaf ears. As none of the segments seemed to hear you, they were too busy arguing with something that you couldnât understand. You frowned slightly as the cold got to you. You got up and started to pace around the lab trying to warm yourself up. It was slightly working if it wasnât for the fact that every other step you were taking you were bumping into one of the many segments. You always apologize and move out of the way. You did a couple more laps before you were stopped by Omega who just gave a small smile.
âDarling dearest, I believe youâre getting in the way. How about staying in Primeâs office till he returns?â He asked, not even waiting for your answer before guiding you towards Dottoreâs office. You tried to protest but it seemed that protest didnât reach Omega who just opened the office door and gently pushed you in.
âIâll ask Delta to bring you something to eat, just stay put okay?â Omega gave you a smile before closing the door with a soft click. You sighed in frustration as you waltz around Dottoreâs office. It looked off putting for some people, but you thought it was just his weird hobby. The assortment of body parts in jars, taxidermy animals, different types of ruin guards splattered around. It was a mess but a weird organized mess. You walked around his desk sitting down on his plush chair. Still freezing cold, you looked around the office spotting a small closet in the corner. Smiling, you got up and walked towards the door. Maybe Dottore at least will have a lab coat or something for you to wear. Opening the wooden doors, they gave a soft groan as you peered inside. The closet was mainly empty except for one item, his Fatui harbinger coat. You smiled to yourself as you ran your hand through the fabric. It was so soft under your hand, the soft metal clanked against each other as you cupped the teal crystal. You admired the crystal in your hands as it sparkled in the light. You gently took the coat off the hanger and put it on. The warmth instantly engulfs you, along with his scent. You smiled to yourself as you walked back towards his desk chair. You plopped down back on the plush chair, wiggling a bit, getting yourself comfortable on the plush chair. Finally comfortable in the severe cold lab you nuzzled your head against the black fur. The thick winter coat made you instantly feel warm. As you enjoy the deserved warmth you feel your eyes becoming droopy. Sleep lures you in as you close your eyes, the warmth, dottoreâs cologne, and the comfort of being close to the segments. It seemed that you lost the battle as sleep took over slouching against the desk chair.
Dottore walked into the lab to the buzzing sounds and movements. He rolled his shoulder as he put on his white lab jacket. Before he could get to his experiment table he was stopped by Delta who handed him a report.
âHere is that report you wanted,â Delta nodded as Dottore took it out of his hands. He flipped through the pages pleased by the results.
âGood, get back to work.â Dottore threw the report back to Deltaâs arms, who just nodded. But before he was able to get back to work Delta told him about your state and how cold you were. Dottore rolled his eyes as he knew you would be cold and asked what they did about it. Delta mentioned that you paced around a bit before being put into his office. Dottore was curious about what you had gotten up to in his office. Dismissing Delta, Dottore headed to his office giving soft raps against his own office door. He thought this was silly but he rather you not throw something at him then be startled for a bit. When he didnât hear a response he opened the door, only to be greeted by you snuggled up in his fatui harbinger coat sleeping on his office chair. Dottore smirked as he walked over to you, watching your sleeping form. Oh how naive you are to let your guard down, if you were anyone else he would have stuck so many different types of needles into you. Draw some blood samples, screw it, why not inject you with a mind altering drug? But lucky for you, you were his darling dearest, and he could never hurt you. He smiled to himself before tilting his mask up just enough for him to plant a kiss on top of your head without it poking your head. With a very rare and out of character soft smile Dottore turned back and headed to work. At least he doesnât have to hear you complain about the cold.
You and Pantalone walked down Snezhnayaâs greenhouse, a greenhouse that was owned by the Fatui for the public to see ecosystems from different regions. Hand in hand you walked down as you listened to a guide explain each plant from different regions. You smile as you listen to the guide, you would glance back at Pantalone who would always smile at you but you knew for a fact that he was bored out of his mind. He got particularly bored during the Liyue region, you didnât care, you were just happy to see so much green. Snezhnaya is always cold and has deep shades of blue, so seeing this much green always makes you feel better. You two concluded your tour and were ready to head out, but as soon as you stepped outside the bitter wind blew against your face. You shivered against your already thick jacket, it seemed that the Snezhnaya weather had dipped way below freezing. You breathe into your hands to keep yourself warm, but alas it didnât work. You stared out on the snow covered streets. Pantalone said that a vehicle should be coming soon but you couldnât see crap. You felt yourself being pulled gently back inside the greenhouse before having a thick outer layer gently placed on your shoulder. You looked behind to see Pantalone smiling at you, he was wearing his purple inner jacket which seemed to do little to hide Pantaloneâs shiver.Â
âPantalone, youâre shivering here.â You tried to protest by removing his Fatui coat off your shoulder but you were stopped as Pantalone placed it back on your shoulders.
âIâll be fine my lily, your comfort is my utmost priority.â Pantalone smiled as he then turned to one of the workers ``kindlyâ asking them to bring a heater. Kindly is putting it nicely, more like he was demanding it with a nice tone. You giggled a bit before settling down on a nearby seat. Pantalone turned back to you giving you a rare soft smile that he only gives when you two were completely alone.Â
âYou look ravenous in my coat dear, I should have the tailor make one to your size.â He smiled as he adjusted the collar.Â
âThat would be nice,â you smiled as you saw a light shine through the greenhouse's door.
You were rummaging through Childeâs closet, as Teucer wrote a letter missing Childe. So in return you thought it would be really cute to send one of Childeâs dress shirts over, hoping it would keep the young lad at bay. As you rummage through you feel something soft and fluffy brush against your hand. You paused for sec, Childe doesnât own anything fluffy. Heâs normally wearing something semi-fancy or an outfit fit for a warrior. Letting your thoughts get you, you pulled the fluffy object out of the closet. You gave a soft smile as you pulled his formal overcoat out. You brushed against the fabric, you normally only get to see him wearing this during special events. And when those special events happen you normally canât see him because youâre so far away from the stage to see the harbingers so close. But when you do get a glimpse you understand the girls in Snezhnaya who fawn over the harbingers. Childe looks so handsome in the coat, and looks very warm.Â
An idea popped into your head as you walked out of the walk-in closet. You pranced towards the giant mirror that sat in your shared bedroom. Gently putting the outer coat on you were overwhelmed by Childeâs cologne. You smiled as you hugged the coat closer to you. Looking at yourself in the mirror you were engulfed by his coat. The metal charms softly clanked against each other as you gave yourself a little twirl. Smiling to yourself you cuddled yourself into the black fur. It was so soft and warm and reminded you so much of Childe. As you were lost in your thoughts you suddenly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. You yelped in surprise before you heard a familiar chuckle.Â
âYou look so cute Zolotse.â You hear Childe mumble against the fur.
âAjax! Youâre home early.â You looked at him in surprise. He smiled as he stared loving at you.
âYeah, I was able to finish work early and was just too excited to come home.â He laughed a bit before burying his head back into the fur coat. You leaned into Childeâs lean body as you two stayed in that position for a moment.Â
âMaybe Iâll ask Pantalone to make a custom jacket for you.â Childe smiled as he picked you up in ease and twirled you around. You two laughed before Childe dropped you two on your soft bed. He was on top of you while you were sprawled against the bed. The Coat slightly hanging on you.
âHa, you look so cute wearing my clothes. I wonderâŚâ Childe gave a devious smile before you playfully hit his shoulder.
âTake me to dinner first Mr.Fatui Harbinger.â You two laughed as Childe fell on top of you engulfing you in a hug.Â
#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#dottore x reader#pantalone x reader#capitano x reader#childe x reader#pierro x reader#fatui harbingers x reader#fatui harbingers
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Thunderstorm
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Sumary: Cute moment with Batmom!reader and Damian who is afraid of thunderstorm.
Batmom!reader x Damain, Fem!reader (Use of she/her pronounce)
Note: I don't know Batman lore like i know mcu lore. Everything i know is from the cartoon's i watched as a kid and the fanfic's and webtoon i read. So if somthings are out of charachter, i'm sorry. Also the other boy's live at home i don't care if it isn't canon. Art/picture is from Pintrest, credits go to whoever made it.
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Damian always acted like he was an adult, because in his eyes he thought he was, even when Y/N knew the boy was far from being an adult. She always tried to give him small moments that normal kids his age had in an attempt to make up for the things Talia had done in the past. This included letting him come to her if he needed, no matter the time or place.
It was just a normal Friday night in the Wayne household. Y/N was cuddled up to Bruceâs side on the couch. Jason and Dick to her right both bickering about which guy the girl on tv would end up with. Tim was curled up in his blanket on the chair, tiredly typing away on his laptop and Damian was trying to stay close to Bruceâs side but didnât want to make it obvious that he wanted to cuddle. The rain outside made for a cozy feel for the whole moment, it made Y/N happy. The kids and Bruce are safe at home with her and not out on patrol or fighting crime.Â
Y/N sighed as the tv show Jason and Dick were watching was finally over. So she took the remote and quickly turned the channels to look at the weather forecast. âOwh, boy looks like we are going to have a thunderstorm tonight. Good thing I don't have to worry about you all being out.â Y/N said before switching channels again. The fact that it was going to storm didnât really bother Bruce or the boyâs. Except for Damian, he was stressed internally, but he didnât want his brothers to know. They would probably laugh if they knew he was scared of a thunderstorm. Y/N looked over at Damian. âEverything okay, Dami?â She asked, the troubled look on Damianâs face made her worry. âY-yes, I'm fine. Nothing to worry about, just tired.â Damian rambled back at Y/N.Â
âI bet little Dami is just scared of the thunderstorm.â Jason commented as he leaned back against the couch, a small smirk spread across his face. "No! I am not scared!â Damian yepped back at Jason, he pouted a bit after. Bruce held back a small laugh at Damianâs pouty face which earned him a jab in the side form Y/N. âDonât tease your brother like that, Jay bird and Dami, it's okay if you're scared of thunderstormsâ Y/N said hoping to resolve the small situation. Jason grumbled a bit before getting off the couch. "Fine! I'm off to bed.â He wanted to quickly disappear, but Y/N didnât let him. âNight night, Jay birdâ She said with a smile. Jason groaned and quickly hugged her. âNight momâ He whispered to Y/N.
âI think I might go to bed too,â Tim said after Jason left the living room. He closed his laptop and wiggled out of his blanket. He made his way over to Y/N and Bruce, Y/N already opening her arms for Tim. âNight night, Pumpkinâ Y/N said to Tim when he was safely in her arms. âGoodnight, momma. Night, dad. Love youâ Tim answered, staying in Y/Nâs arms for a little while. âWe love you too, Pumpkinâ Y/N said in between kisses she placed on Timâs head. Bruce wrapped his arm around Tim too, but only for a moment. âNow off to bed, Pumpkin, donât want you to fall asleep here againâ Y/N said which made Tim reluctantly pull away. Soon After Dick said his goodnights too and left the living room with Tim.Â
âYou should go to bed soon too, Dami, and if the storm scares you itâs okay to come to us. Weâll protect you from the stormâ Y/N said in an attempt to sooth Damianâs worry about the upcoming thunderstorm. She reached over Bruce and gently ran a hand over Damianâs head. âIâll be fine, no need to worryâ Damian answered a bit distant. He didnât want Y/N (or Bruce) to worry about him. âJust know weâre there when you do need usâ Bruce said to Damian in a stern but reassuring way. Domain just nodded his head and pulled off the couch. âIâll be fine, nightâ
It did upset Y/N just a bit that Damian didnât get his usual good night hug, but she knew he would be by her side the moment the thunder storm started. Bruce pulled Y/N on top of him and kissed her cheek. âHeâll be back, loveâÂ
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The thunderstorm started around 1:30 AM, just when Y/N found a comfy position next to Bruce. The thunder wasnât as bad in the beginning, but got worse after 20 minutes. After one particular loud thunder Y/N awoke to the weight shifting on the bed. She opened her eyes and was met with a very scared Damian. âUmi? C-can i stay with you and⌠and dad?â Damian stuttered through his tears. "Always, babyâ Y/N answered. She pulled away from Bruceâs side and turned over so Damian could cuddle against her. âI see you brought mister Mooâ Y/N pointed at the plush cow in Damianâs arms. âMaybeâŚâ He whispered, busying himself with finding the best way to lay next to Y/N. Wanting to be as close to her as he could. He slowly closed his eyes but flinched when another thunder strike was heard.Â
âShhh, itâs okay Dami, you're safe in bed with us. No need to be scared, Thor is just a bit extra made at Loki tonight.â Y/N whispered to Damian. a reassuring hand was placed on Damianâs back. Damian shifted his head to look up at Y/N. âWhat?â Y/N laughed a bit. âYou heard me. Thor is mad at Loki, thatâs why the thunder is so loud tonight. Loki probably stabbed him again or tricked him by being a cute snake.â Y/N explained as Damian listened. He knew that what Y/N said was just based on stories and myths, but he liked it. Made the thunderstorm less scary. âReally? Why would Loki do that?â He asked. âWell, Loki really likes attention and sometimes he thinks he doesnât get enough of it, so he asks for attention. But he does it in the only way he knows how, by being a little shit head and stabbing Thor or tricking the others.â Y/N explained. Bruce groaned a bit as he heard Y/N talk. He turned over and saw Damian hiding against her.Â
âOr Thor just stubbed his toe.â Bruce added while propping his arm underneath his head. âYes, that is possible tooâ Y/N answered with a small nod of her head. Damian laughed a bit and yawned. âI like that one better, big oof stubbing his toe.â
âYeah, see now the thunder isnât so bad is it?â Y/N asked as she yawned as well. Damian only nodded his head in answer. The storm outside was still going on, but Thor just stubbed his toe so that made the thunder more understandable. It was a story, but the story helped Damian feel less scared.Â
Y/N smiled as she watched Damian fall asleep against her. She turned her head to look at Bruce. âOut like a light,â She said. Bruce smiled and tried to lay back down next to Y/N. âYeah, but heâs taking all of the comfy spots on the bedâ Y/N rolled her eyes and held out her hand for Bruce to hold. âTomorrow night you can sleep against me again.â Y/N reassured Bruce while he held onto her hand. âFine, but I expect extra cuddles then!â
âAlright, love youâ Y/N promised before drifting off to sleep. Bruce smiled at the two. He placed gentle kisses on both their heads before falling asleep as well.
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