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Me trying to find Robert Robertson x Civilian reader stories/imagines
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“I’ve heard . . . interesting things about werewolf relationships,” the villain said, their gaze roving over X.
“Oh, ah, mm. Okay, so I know what you’re talking about, but I need you to understand, that stuff is not at all backed by actual wolf science. And actually, the researcher who came up with that theory has since worked really hard to discredit it. So you’re not going to be able to, um, do those things with me.”
The villain scrunched their brows. “So you don’t form strong social relationships within your packs?”
“Oh.” X felt their face grow hot. “Oh uh, yeah we do.”
“What did you think I meant?”
“Nothing.”
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A civillian who is sick of everything or the origin of a villain:
"Sometimes I feel like snapping. Usually I get very calm when I think about it. I'll close my eyes and plan out exactly what I'd do. Down to the last detail. The planning, the during and the cleanup. I've accounted for everything. Every possibility. Every slip up. Every outcome.Then I force myself to think of the consequences. They're half arsed most of the time. I'd go to gaol. Someone would probably be sad. I might develop a conscience later. I wouldn't be able to see my cat again. But those are the only things that hold me back. Those half arsed reasons are the reason some people in my life are not dead or eating out of a tube. Including me.
So next time you see me close my eyes and take a deep breath, know that someone just got hurt in some way. It was probably you. And the reason I smile at you afterwards is in gratitude. Thanks to my patience I just saved a life.
Do you still want to push me further?"