#prepare for furry content

[hurglewurm]

general warning to everyone that i'm making concept art of my gay rat ocs because. i do what i want

#prepare for furry content #not rn i'm slow but. soon #hurgle says things #they're not rats on 4 legs they're anthropomorphized. they are furries #they wear clothes and they have jobs #and i'm trying to figure out how to make two characters with snouts like. #kiss on the mouth. perhaps with tongue. #i am 25 years old doing a grad degree i don't care anymore. gay furry art

[latanyalove]

When You're Injured Pt Three

So sorry for posting this late! Thank you for all of the support in the previous part, which is here! There might be another part coming soon! WC: 3,513.

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"Hey Captain! Is that-"

"Get the surgery room ready!"

"Right!"

The captain's crew member sprinted down the hall, feet pounding against the floor. The sound of their running echoed through the hallways, loud enough to be heard from a mile away.

You weren't going to die. Not on his watch.

He ran as fast as he could, holding you tight in his arms. He could feel your heart racing, and he knew he had to move quickly. He ran faster, his heart pounding in his chest as he raced down the hall. He cursed under his breath, knowing he had to get you to the surgery room as soon as possible.

He ran faster, pushing himself to the limit as he rounded the corner and burst into the surgery room.

He gently placed you on the bed, ensuring that you were comfortable and secure. He then quickly got himself ready for the surgery, putting on a mask and gloves and preparing the necessary instruments. He took a deep breath, focusing on the task ahead.

He had to act fast and make sure that you would make it out alive. He was determined to do whatever it took to save you.

As soon as Law laid you down, other crew members came running into the room, eyes wide with shock. They had seen the green spots that had spread across your body and knew it was serious.

They quickly began to assist the captain, gathering the necessary materials for the surgery and setting up the instruments.

You were going to live. Whether you wanted to or not.

You slowly opened your eyes, a wave of pain washing over you. You slowly opened your eyes to see that you were in your room. The sun was streaming in through the window, and you could hear the faint sound of birds chirping outside.

When you realized you were in your own bed, a wave of relief washed over you.

Why were you here? You don't remember how you got here. You just remember being in the forest with Ikkaku but then the both of you separated and then-

Oh.

You remembered what happened. Your Master had found you somehow and was straggling you to death until-

"Law," You said out loud, remembering the rest of the events that had happened.

"Gosh! How could I have been such an idiot!" You muttered into your hands, ignoring the pain you received for using your limbs.

"Law?" Your lips trembled as your gaze wandered unconsciously across his chest.

"Yes Y/N? I'm right here, just keep talking."

"If I die, I just want you to know that I've liked you for a while now."

In the middle of his steps, he froze in place.

"What?"

"I thought I was being too obvious but it seems that even the Surgeon of Death can't even catch on to things like that." You chuckled to yourself yet there was no amusement on your face.

As you glanced up at him, hoping to see if it was a smile or a grin, you were surprised to see that it wasn't either, but rather one of horror.

You knew it. He never did like you.

"Leave me here. More reinforcements are going to come now and they're stronger than ever. I'll keep them back so you can escape-"

"Stop talking."

"But-"

In an instant, a glance had you stop what you were going to say, instead you paid attention to your breathing and not the reaction that he showed to your confession.

Of course he didn't like you! It was obvious that he thought of you as a friend or just a crew member like the others.

A harsh shrill noise which came from the door made you jump which also made you groan in pain at the sudden movement.

Quick footsteps were heard coming closer to you and you braced for an attack.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" A furry hand was gently placed on your shoulder and you opened your eyes to see a worried looking bear in front of you.

"Bepo?" You asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ah! I should get Law now that you've woken up!" Bepo said to himself as he got up from kneeling down beside you.

"No!" You yelled, grabbing his hand tightly, "Please don't get him,"

The bear looked sympathetic before nodding quickly and sitting down on a chair beside you.

"Law looked terrified when he rushed back to us with you. I'd never seen him that terrified before. He made you his first priority and did the surgery mainly by himself for ten hours,"

"Ten hours," You repeated in awe and Bepo nodded quickly, rubbing your hand with his.

"Yeah, he didn't even tell us what had happened to you, he just locked himself inside his office,"

"How long has that been?"

"3 days,"

"3 days!" You screamed in shock, unable to process what Bepo had said. "I was in a coma for 3 days?"

"Has he eaten anything at all?"

"We don't think so though we've heard his stomach growling before so we just assumed not,"

Why are you working so hard Law? Was there an emergency in which it needed your at most attention that you couldn't even eat?

You thought deeper. Is it because of you? Were you the reason for blocking everyone out?

"Please can you talk to him?" Bepo asked pleadingly, "I hate seeing him like that and you usually help in this,"

"I'll," You stopped, "I'll try Bepo,"

A smile suddenly appeared on the bear's face, showing warmness and relief.

"Thank you, now it's time for your medicine," Bepo said, holding the bottle and the spoon in his paws.

You reluctantly took the medicine even though it tasted like sea water and mold cheese. Instead you thought of what Law used to say about it, "If you take this then you can stay in the office with me,"

At the time, all you cared about was the office. The large room, full of work papers and most importantly, the books which infected the office. Every month ten books at most are added to the large collection that most of the time they are just placed on the sofa.

Being new to the crew and having to set out soon, you only had found comfort in books, especially Psychology books. You were fascinated by the behavior and the minds of humans.

Law obviously saw how much you loved the books, more of them appearing in his bookshelf without him saying a word.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

You were brought back to reality by Bepo's concerned voice. You looked at him and nodded slowly, pushing the thoughts aside. "Yes, I'm fine," you said, forcing a small smile as a sign of assurance.

"Okay, well don't push yourself for a while," Bepo warns before leaving you alone by yourself again.

Even if you were to talk to him, what would you say? Were you the cause of his workaholic ways? Did your confession scare him that much?

You groaned again into your hands, frustrated and confused. How did it come to this? You had no answers and the more you thought, the more questions you had. You had to talk to Law and find out what was going on, but you were scared.

What if he didn't want to talk to you? What if your words had pushed him further away? These thoughts were overwhelming and you felt powerless. . . .

You woke up not even realising you had fallen asleep, your thoughts still lingering in your head. It must have been the deep thinking that made you tired and caused you to drift off.

You sat up, feeling a bit more rested, but still confused and scared about what the outcome of talking to Law would be. You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to find the courage to confront him.

Looking out the window, the darkness of the night was illuminated by the stars and the bright moonlight. The crashing waves of the sea glistened in the moonlight as the submarine gently rocked back and forth. The sound of the waves was calming and peaceful, and the smell of salty sea air filled the air.

Everyone must be asleep by now, you thought. It was the perfect time to go see Law.

You would find yourself walking towards his office, always on guard for some crew members, who would instantly send you back to your bedroom.

There was a light under his office, which told you everything you needed to know.

Law was asleep so deep that he couldn't be bothered to switch off the lights. He probably had some work paper stuck to the side of his face and his hat was definitely off for sure.

You didn't know why you knew all of that. Maybe it's because you've observed everything about him, for research obviously!

Slowly, you opened the door small enough for you to fit into the room and as soon as you laid eyes on him, all of your suspensions were correct.

Law had been peacefully sleeping on a messy pile of paperwork, his spotted hat on the floor which left his jet-black hair out for anyone to see.

Law, you thought sadly, why can't you rest in your bed? Was there something keeping you awake that you had to stay here for? Was it you?

You removed all those thoughts and got back to reality, advancing forward to start cleaning the office.

The papers were picked, the books were back and the last thing was the hat.

Glancing from the hat to Law, you sighed before walking over to stand in front of the 'terrifying Surgeon of Death', who didn't seem to notice your presence at all for these twenty minutes you've been near him.

Strange, you noted, usually he would be up in seconds if anyone was at least one meter close to him.

As you were going to place his hat on and leave, a hand grabbed onto your wrist as if to stop your actions. It took you seconds to realise that it belonged to Law and he was awake.

Great, now you have to talk to him.

"You're not getting Y/N back," He stated in an angry tone, his eyes unable to stay on your face.

Great, now he's hallucinating that you are someone else. But who?

"Law," You said sternly, "It's me, Y/N,"

Law's expression changed immediately from anger to relief as he realised it was you and not the person he thought it was.

His grip loosened on your wrist and he looked up into your eyes with a newfound understanding. He sighed and let go of your wrist, his expression softening as he smiled weakly.

"Oh Y/N," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "You're alive, I'm glad it's you."

You didn't even notice how he had let go of your hand and was slowly glazing your side as it found its way to your hip, his grip becoming firmer as if he was scared you would disappear if he let go.

You didn't know what to do, so you stayed still, looking into his eyes.

He seemed to be searching for something in yours, so you just stayed still, not wanting to break the moment.

"Who did you think it was?" You asked, placing the hat on its owner's head.

He looked away, and then back at you, as if he hadn't been expecting the question. "I don't know," he said. "I just thought of someone else."

"Like my Master?" You joked, placing a hand on his arm.

Suddenly, Law's expression became serious and his grip tightened on your hip. He looked away, and then back at you. "No," he said firmly. "This is not something to joke about."

"Law-"

"You don't have to fake it while you're with me," He said in a soft tone.

"That goes for you too."

"What?"

"I heard that you hadn't eaten in three days." You started, moving closer to him without realizing. "Was the reason me? Am I the problem?"

Law looked at you with a bewilderment expression as you rant out the thoughts that have been tormenting your mind for hours.

"Did my confession scare you that much?"

Tears began to well up in your eyes as you said the words. You were scared that he didn't want you anymore and that your confession had pushed him away.

You felt embarrassed and ashamed, wishing you could take back the words you had said. Law looked at you with a kind and understanding expression, and he placed a hand gently on your cheek.

"Y/N," he said softly. "It wasn't your confession that scared me."

"Then what?"

There was a long pause. A slight blush formed on his cheeks. "Losing you scared me,"

You took a moment to look at him; regret, worry and relief were written all over his face. He seemed to be struggling with his own emotions, unsure of what to say or do. You could see the fear in his eyes, the same fear that you had felt moments ago. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

Then the puzzles came together.

You took his face into your hand, shocking him as he looked into your eyes for an explanation. You felt the warmth of his skin as you cupped his face, and saw the surprise in his eyes. You gazed at him tenderly, with an understanding that he didn't expect.

"I'm not going to end up like him Law," You whispered.

Law's eyes widened in surprise as he realized the meaning of your words.

"How do you know?" He whispered.

"Luffy told me after the feast we had with them."

He made a mental note to have a little chat with the Straw Hat.

"I'm going to stay by your side until you don't want me to," You reassured, gently pushing a strand away from his eyes.

He didn't have any words left to say; no one other than him had passed through his wall of protection and got him this vulnerable.

He didn't know what to do or say. He had never felt such a strong connection with someone before, and it made him feel exposed and vulnerable. He had built up walls around himself, ones that no one else had ever been able to penetrate until now.

He felt like he could open up to you, like he could tell you anything. He was stunned by the fact that you had seen through his walls and seen the parts of him he had kept hidden away.

He knew that he could trust you, and it made him scared and excited all at the same time.

You felt a sudden wave of dizziness and your vision blurred for a moment. You tried to focus on Law's face and the ground beneath your feet, but the ground seemed to be shifting and moving.

Your leg started to wobble and you felt yourself losing balance.

You felt your legs giving way beneath you, and you thought for sure that you were going to hit the floor. But before you could, you felt Law's strong arms wrap around you in an instant, catching you and holding you up.

When your mind finally caught up with the situation, you realised that you were sitting on Law's lap. He had swept you up into his arms and was now holding you close. You felt a warmth in your cheeks as you looked into his eyes, feeling embarrassed and exposed.

You felt his strong arms around you, and you could feel his heart beating rapidly. You felt a sudden wave of emotion come over you and you closed your eyes, resting your head against his chest.

"I think I love you too,"

"You think?" You teased, looking up to see the flustered man.

He seemed to be malfunctioning as he felt a sudden wave of emotions come over him. His heart was beating rapidly and he felt exposed and vulnerable. His mind was running wild, and he felt like he had no control over his own body. He had never felt such a strong connection with someone before, and it was overwhelming him.

He was struggling to process the situation, and he didn't know how to respond.

"I'm just joking Law-"

You started to speak, but your words were lost in the moment as soon as you felt Law's lips on yours. Your heart raced and you felt the warmth of his body against yours. You were lost in the moment, your mind in a daze as you felt his lips gently move against your own.

All of a sudden, the world around you seemed to stop, and the only thing that mattered was the two of you in that moment. You felt like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, and the only thing keeping you from tumbling down was Law's strong arms around you.

You felt a sudden wave of emotion come over you and you closed your eyes, savoring the moment.

Reluctantly, you moved back to take a breath and to look at Law. His eyes were intense, searching your face as if he was trying to figure out what you were thinking. His mouth was slightly open, and his breathing was heavy.

He seemed to be in a state of shock, as if he was in disbelief of what had just happened. You felt a sudden wave of embarrassment wash over you, and you quickly looked away, not wanting Law to see your blush.

"I wanted to show you how I felt about you." He muttered, eyeing your lips.

"Or you just wanted to kiss me," You replied with a small grin.

Suddenly, Law's face changed from flustered to a warm grin. He seemed to have regained his composure and he looked at you with a sparkle in his eye.

"Maybe I did but don't you think you're off the hook for not telling me that you had an injury,"

"How did you-?"

"The green spots came from the injury but it had time and bacteria to mutate and get worse than it should have."

"I thought it wasn't that bad?" You tried to reason.

"Well for ignoring your injuries, I think you need to be punished."

His face softened, and his eyes twinkled with mischief.

You could feel his grip on you tighten, and you felt your face flush as you looked away. His gaze lingered on you for what felt like an eternity, and you felt your heart beat faster at the thought of what he might do next.

"L- Law, the crew members are asleep-"

"Then make sure you don't wake them up," He smirked.

You quickly tried to argue with him, but it was in vain.

"Rooms Shambles,"

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[xo-kyeong]

Here puppy 🐾

Pairings: Izuku, Todoroki, Bakugou x Reader (Individual Characters)

Scenario: Imagine the reader owning a cute little pup, just innocently cooing at the ball of fur, but unbeknownst to you, someone else from across the dorm can’t get their mind off of you.

WARNINGS: Suggestive Content, (mentions of masturbation in bakugou’s) Reader and the characters are over the age of 18 (most likely in college) Cursing/Foul Language. If I missed anything please let me know! ^^

Izuku Midoriya

“Aww, you’re so cute!” You coo at your little brown puppy, eyes sparkling with excitement as you sit in the common area playing with her. She barks as you keep talking to her, her tail wagging in joy.

"Argh!! (Y/n) your pupper is so cute!"  Uraraka exclaimed, hearts nearly forming in her eyes as the pup smiled and barked at her.

"Isn’t she? I even taught her a few tricks back at home!" You confidently say this while facing the dog, preparing to showcase her tricks. The girls are sitting with you in the common area, anticipating the tricks you’ll pull up your sleeve.

“All right girl, jump!” You say, and your dog immediately obeys. “Wah!! You’re so good for me!” You say a bit too loud that the boys on the other side of the dorm could hear.

When Izuku heard that phrase come out of your mouth, he was instantly red.

“Yo, Midoriya, you okay?” Kirishima snaps him out of his thoughts, his eyes immediately facing the group of boys that he’s with.

“Y-yeah! I’m fine” He mellows down, only to hear more of your squeals of praise towards your pet.

Though he has to remember that those praises aren’t really directed at him… or are they?

Katsuki Bakugou

“Katsuki! Look at him! Isn’t he the cutest? Agh, I’m so glad my parents got to drop him by at our dorms!” Your puppy barks as you lift him up to be met with puppy kisses.

“Baby! Quit slobbering all over me!” You laugh, and Bakugou (who is right next to you) can’t help but roll his eyes at the little mut. He’s the one you’re supposed to be paying attention to, not that furry monster.

You get a pet toy from behind your back and wave it in-front of your pet. Bakugou watches as you playfully challenge the dog.

“You want it so bad? Hm? You want it?” You say, and in Katsuki’s mind, you said it as if you were talking to him.

His thoughts can’t help but go back to when he was fisting himself to the thought of you. God, he does want you bad, like so bad.

“I’ll be right back, Katsuki. Play with him for a bit for me, please?” You plead, and as if Bakugou has any other choice.

“Thanks, Bakugou!” He waves you off, and looks at the small pup in-front of him. Its eyes still following the toy that was in his hands.

“I’m so whipped for your owner, huh boy?” He throws the toy only for the pup to fetch it and bring it back to him.

Todoroki Shouto

“Here boy!” You call out to your baby pup, Todoroki walked inside your dorm room as you were playing with your cute pet.

“Oh, Todoroki! Isn’t he a cutie?” Your pet approaches you and lies on its back, exposing its tummy area for you to scratch.

“Aww, isn’t that my good little boy” you coo at your barking pup, catching Todoroki off guard with that one phrase.

He’s immediately turning the other way, face absolutely red whilst you’re still playing and cooing at your pup.

You pupper takes notice of his actions and approaches Todoroki’s lap. “Oh my god! Shouto! He likes you!” Your voice beams in a high pitched note, ultimately showing how excited you are with how well your pup gets along with Todoroki.

“You know, we’d make great fur-parents” you say, your head resting on Todoroki’s shoulder while he pets the dog sleeping on his lap.

“Yeah, we sure would” he smiles softly at you, admiring uour relaxed state.

#bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #izuku x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader

[five-and-dimes]

Mountain Sound

Hob and Dream are a rare werewolf/vampire couple. Some people take offense to that. Luckily, some people are idiots.

AO3

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Hob would be more embarrassed by his capture if he wasn’t so used to his own clumsiness. 

There’s also the worry-induced rage taking up most of his emotional space, so there’s not a lot of room for embarrassment. 

“If you let me go, I might consider showing some mercy,” he growled lowly.

What had started as a peaceful evening with his husband had turned into a coordinated attack against the both of them. Dream had been relaxed for once in his life, his pale, bony body draped over Hob’s lap, one hand idly playing with the thick hair on Hob’s arms, occasionally reaching up to the bit of hair peeking over the neckline of Hob’s shirt. In return Hob rubbed one of his thumbs in soothing circles against the sharp jut of Dream’s hip, smiling when Dream lovingly pressed his own fingers against Hob’s softer, more abundant body.

They had been so blissfully content that neither of them were prepared when the door to their small home had been shattered. They lived deep, deep in the forest, occasionally traveling to the closest town, which was close enough for a vampire and werewolf to get to comfortably, mostly for Hob to socialize and keep up with news of the surrounding kingdoms, but distant and inconvenient for any humans to get to them in return. As such, they had, apparently, made the mistake of letting their guard down.

Because as they both leapt up, what they were faced with was not human hunters, but rather a pack of werewolves. Using the element of surprise fully to their advantage, Hob barely had a chance to react before he was grabbed and dragged outside by three pairs of clawed, furry hands. 

If that had been all, they probably would have been okay. But Hob and Dream were not exactly known for their good luck. Dream had immediately followed outside, snarling, and as soon as he was past the threshold of their home, the vampires had pounced. 

It didn’t make sense, the two groups seemingly working together. Hob and Dream had been infamous for their coupling, whispers and rumors among humans and supernatural alike about the werewolf and the vampire who ran away together. It was why they kept to themselves, traveling far from their homelands and settling in this remote mountain forest. 

Hob had opened his mouth to scream- in shock, in fear, in pure burning rage- but before he could make a sound, he was dragged in front of a young woman, a long trench coat and belt filled with an assortment of artifacts and supernatural protections. She crushed something in her hand, and suddenly Hob’s eyes grew heavy and his body slumped.

The last thing he saw before succumbing to unconsciousness was Dream collapsing from a similar spell.

Which brought him to this moment. Standing in the center of a large cage in the middle of a vast cavern, surrounded by close to a dozen werewolves. 

“I don’t think you’re in a position to be making threats,” the leader smirked. They are tall, imposing, standing with obvious authority. Short, curly blonde hair frames a sharp face that betrays nothing but absolute control. Hob would think nothing of them, assume they were just a random werewolf who saw a target and went for it, if it weren’t for their apparel. The leather outfit is dark and iridescent like an oil slick, and strapped across their back, dried and hardened and the same colors as their armor, was a single black wing. Even as isolated as they were, it was impossible not to hear the tales of the werewolf who ripped the very wings off a mighty dragon, turning one into their armor and the other into a shield, worn as a blatant symbol of power. 

Everyone knew the tale of Lucifer.

“Those bars are pure silver,” they continued, “courtesy of our hired associate here,” They gestured to the woman who had knocked Hob out, who he now recognized as human.

Hob blinked at the words, glancing at the cage around him slowly. 

(A little ways away, Johanna Constanine watches with equal curiosity.)

He kept his face carefully blank as he asked, “What do you want, Lucifer? You don’t seem the type to work with vampires.”

“I do find it distasteful,” they drawled, “but it is a necessary means if the end is to rid the world of something far more grotesque.”

“What are you talking about?” Hob furrowed his brow.

“They’re talking about you and that bloodsucker!” another woman snarled, stepping up from behind Lucifer. 

Lucifer raised a hand. “Stand down, Mazikeen. Perhaps he can be reasoned with.”

(Johanna looks between the restless pack of werewolves and the man in the cage, frowning in confusion.)

The rage had taken a back seat to Hob’s pure confusion. “I repeat- what the Hell are you talking about?”

“Everyone knows about you and that corpse you keep in your bed,” Lucifer sneered. “How you abandoned your pack in order to lay with your natural enemy. Disgusting and unnatural,” They stepped forward, looking down their nose and circling Hob’s cage like the predator they are. “It is tempting to kill you just to rid the world of your deviancy. Even now you reek of vampire, your own scent just a whisper.” They curled their lips in blatant disgust. “But,” they smoothed their expression deliberately, “I’ve decided to give you the chance to see the error of your ways.”

Hob followed them with his gaze, lips pursed together when they stopped in front of him.

“Join us,” they declared. “Be part of a pack once more, run beneath the moon with your true family.” 

Lucifer is clearly trying to look welcoming and generous. But there is no hiding the hunger in their eyes, the way their claws extend as they spread their arms in invitation, snow white fur growing on their hands and the sides of their face.

Hob stays silent, clenching his jaw.

At his silence, Lucifer’s face drops into a scowl. “Your so-called lover is being offered a similar deal,” they spit out. “Do you truly believe he will not betray you? Sell you out like the soulless husk he is? How often does he drain you in the night?” They screech, stepping closer in their rage and disgust. “He is an abomination. An empty shell that should have been sent to Hell ages ago. You are a fool, a disgrace to all werewolves for letting him taint you!”

By the end they are yelling, snarling, their face sharpening and limbs lengthening as their rage and revulsion pulsed through them.

There is a beat of silence. And then, Hob simply can’t keep his jaw clenched any longer.

And he bursts out laughing.

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Meanwhile….

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Dream awoke in a dark, frigid room. Deep gray stones surrounded him, a few wall torches flickering throughout the room. There is one large window behind him, covered by a thick black sheet, preventing even the slightest outside light from entering. Despite its barrenness, Dream knows this is not just any room. He is clearly in a castle dungeon.

His suspicion is confirmed when he looks up and sees the group of vampires surrounding him. Most are in dark, flowing robes, but there is a man in the back, striking for his pure white suit amongst the shadows, arms crossed and leaning against the wall looking amused, but not trying to call attention to himself. The vampire in front, however, is clearly trying to make an impression. He is dressed in his finest, tailored suit, ruffled silk shirt, and a red velvet single-shoulder cape to ensure that no one mistakes him for anything other than the leader. He grips an ornate cane in his hand, and he looks down at Dream with contempt.

It’s the cane that lets him know he has been taken by Roderick Burgess and his coven.

“I see the spell has worn off,” he drawls. “So good to finally meet you.”

Dream goes to stand but stops suddenly when he realizes he is naked. He crouches, and his head whips up to glare at the head vampire.

“Ah, yes,” he waves a hand dismissively, “afraid we had to burn your clothing. They reeked of that monstrosity.” He sneers. “I can still smell it on you now. To lay with a dog so long it buries your own scent.” He shook his head as his lips curled. “Disgusting.”

Narrowing his eyes, Dream’s muscles coiled as he prepared to leap, but he freezes when Burgess laughs coldly.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He flicks his cane to gesture to the circle around Dream. He sees he is in the center of a ring of flowers, long green stems with orbs of tiny lavender-colored flowers at the end, a few roots and bulbs ripped up among them. Beyond the first circle is a mote dug into the floor, the water flowing sluggishly and unnaturally.

Dream tilted his head in confusion.

“Garlic flowers,” Burgess grins maliciously, “and a moat of holy water. My familiar isn’t completely useless,” he mutters, glancing at a figure behind him, his hood down so he can’t hide the way he ducks his head in shame. The man in white snorted with cruel laughter.

Everyone knew of Roderick’s youngest son, whom he refused to turn into a vampire until he could “prove himself”. 

Not many people pitied vampires. Most people pitied Alex Burgess.

Dream is not most people.

“You’re not going anywhere unless we allow it,” Burgess continues.

In front of him, Dream remains silent, crouched and waiting with a blank face.

“What’s the matter? Wolf got your tongue?” Burgess sneers. “To lay with a beast, a mere animal. I should turn you to dust just to teach everyone else a lesson,” he hisses.

He steps forward. “But I know you could be great. There is power in you, I can feel it! You belong with your own kind, to be a part of a coven as is intended. No vampire should sink as low as you have,” he looks down his nose, pure judgment in his eyes, “but perhaps you can be saved. By us.” He spreads his arms out wide as he grinned maliciously. “Here, in the darkness.”

Dream is silent still, and it does not take long to break Roderick’s patience.

He lowered his arms, scowling. “You have nothing to say? No gratitude for my offer?” He stalked forward, getting as close to the circle as he dared and slamming his cane against the ground, “Speak to me!”

The man in white steps forward lazily, eyes roaming over Dream, “Maybe he can’t. Maybe all he can do is howl now,” he taunted.

“You are a disgrace! A waste of our gift of life after death!” Burgess ignored the other vampire, raging at the silent figure. “Do you think he will do the same for you? Do you think that stupid animal won’t betray you for his own kind? Just to roll in the dirt with the other dogs? You are a fool, and I should leave you here with the window open so you burn with the sunrise!”

His words echo in the chamber, his face twisted in righteous fury, panting and with hands shaking so hard at his side that his cane rattles against the stone floor.

And then Dream smiles.

~~~~

Lucifer looks torn between confusion and indignity as Hob laughs himself hoarse in front of them. Hob wipes nonexistent tears from his face, mostly doing the motion to piss Lucifer off even more.

Johanna takes a step back.

“Oh, dear,” Hob says cheerfully, “I’ve heard this speech before, but never received it myself. How charming. To know that even the great Lucifer, morningstar, dragon slayer, is prone to the dangers of gossip.”

He steps forward casually, closer to the walls of the cage.

And then Hob wraps both hands around the silver bars, and nothing happens.

~~~~

Still smiling, still looking straight into Burgess’ eyes, Dream reaches out and takes a flower into the palm of his hand.

~~~

Johanna bolts out the door as the cave suddenly fills with terrified and confused growls, the pack behind Lucifer retreating as far as they can away from Hob. Even Mazikeen takes a step back. Lucifer is not so much still as they are frozen in place by shock.

“You see, the thing about rumors is…” Hob leans forward, pressing his face against the bars as if sharing a secret. And when a smile stretches across his face, Lucifer sees his teeth lengthen.

Not all his teeth, though. 

Just two.

“…sometimes the details get mixed up.”

~~~~

The cloaked vampires gasp in shock, and the man in white looks far less cocky as Dream crushed the flower in his hand.

His clawed hand.

Burgess stares in wide eyed horror as Dream stands slowly, pitch black fur sprouts along his spine, his forearms, his legs. His face turns sharp and angular, bones cracking and reshaping even as he steps forward to walk through the moat.

~~~~

Before any of the pack could break through their shock, Hob pulled at the bars in his hands, easily ripping them off and tossing them to the side as he stepped through the gap.

Then he lunges.

~~~~

Dream steps out of the more in his full werewolf form. Long and still bony, his muscles strong but slim and compact, his messy fur the deepest black. He is not a wolf of brute strength, as they are known for. Dream is made for speed.

So Burgess doesn’t have time to react before Dream is sinking his teeth in his neck.

~~~~

Hob has never understood why no one else, vampire or werewolf, seems to see the poetry in their being able to hurt one another. Humans need tricks and magic to do anything to them, but vampires and werewolves only need their own teeth. 

Dream has never hurt Hob, and Hob has never hurt Dream. It’s trust, and respect, and love.

They’ve both been far more hurt by their own kind.

~~~~

It is no trouble for Dream to bite through the bone of Burgess’ neck. It only takes one more bite to have his head rolling on the floor. 

Dream kicks it into the mote of holy water, and it sizzles behind him as he turns his attention to the rest of the coven.

~~~~

It is only Mazikeen’s devotion that saves Lucifer.

She tackles Hob mid-lunge, throwing him off course but not knocking him down. They both scramble, Mazikeen half transformed and Hob holding her at arms length to keep her gnashing teeth away. He cannot get his own teeth into her without risking her getting a hold on him as well, and the rest of the pack won’t be just standing in shock for long.

It is a quick maneuver to get behind her, one hand twisting her arm behind her back while the other clutches a fistful of the fur at the back of her neck. Then he shoved her forward to press her face against the bars of the silver cage they had made for him.

Mazikeen does not howl, she screams as Hob holds her against the silver, one side of her face burning and smoking.

Hob hears movement behind him and releases Mazikeen as he leaps out of the way, narrowly avoiding an attack from Lucifer. The rest of the coven seems hesitant to join the fray so close to the mass of silver.

Lucifer is strong- they earned their titles fairly, and Hob thinks on a different day the outcome may not have been so favorable. But the fact is, all these werewolves came here prepared to kill another werewolf. They are not prepared for a vampire. And them being caught off guard gives Hob the same upper hand it gave them earlier.

When Hob pins Lucifer to the floor by their neck, face inches away from the floor of the silver cage, Hob snarls. Whatever amusement he may have had at the beginning has been lost to the rage of an old wound reopened.

“You’re all the same,” he hissed, letting venom drip down his fangs to drip threateningly onto Lucifer’s armor. “You’re all the same, and you don’t even realize it. Always spewing the same prejudice and hatred based on absolutely nothing. Your pack is exactly the same as my old coven.”

Here he leans down, tightening his grip as he lowers his voice. “I want you to remember that. Remember that you acted just like a vampire. Remember that no matter how highly you think of yourself, you are just like them.”

He stands then, rising smoothly to his feet as Lucifer coughs to get their breath back. Turning, he moves to leave. He has no interest in a slaughter right now. He just wants to find Dream.

The rest of the pack give him space, staring in awe and horror, too taken aback to do anything more than watch him walk away.

“One day…”

Lucifer’s voice makes him pause. He looks over his shoulder to see they have moved Mazikeen to lay her head in their lap, hand carefully cupping the unburned side of her face.

“One day,” they promise coldly, “we will destroy you.”

Hob just smirked and nodded.

“Until that day, Lightbringer.”

And with that, he disappeared from the cave, sprinting through the forest to find his lover.

~~~~

The coven panics at the sight of their dead leader, the one who turned them. And now they find themselves locked in a room with a werewolf, with weapons nearby that will hurt them but not Dream.

The man in white curses, but pulls himself together to sprint for the window. He tears the sheet down, revealing a still dark night sky, and then punches through the glass.

Dream is right behind him, faster than most werewolves but still slower than a vampire, but catching up as the glass is broken. The man in white sneers, frustrated, and immediately bursts into a swarm of bats.

Most werewolves fear a vampire’s swarm. Too many teeth to keep track of.

But Dream is not most werewolves, and as the swarm begins to pour out of the window, he leaps into the mass of screeching wings and brings his jaws down around whatever he can reach.

There are only two bats in his mouth, but all of them are screaming, pain making the swarm clumsier as they fly out into the night, uncoordinated and staggering.

(When the vampire known only as The Corinthian reforms himself later, it will be without his eyes. He will cry tears of blood and the closest town will wake to the sounds of him screaming in the dead of a night he can no longer see.)

The rest of the coven, when Dream comes for them, follow their comrade’s lead and scatter into bats, keeping high and flying desperately through the open window. Dream snarls, whipping his head around to the only figure remaining.

“P-please,” Alex Burgess stutters, “I didn’t want to help him. I would have let you out if I could!”

Dream stalked forward. “Coward,” he backed Alex into a corner, “What would you have done to me, if you were promised the power your father held?”

“I-… you don’t understand,” he swallowed.

“Perhaps,” Dream rumbled, “but if I cannot understand why you would do the things you have. I will take comfort in it. I will take comfort in not being like you.”

He turned to leave, and Alex crumpled to the ground, knowing intrinsically that he had not been worth the trouble of being turned by his father and now he wasn’t worth being turned by this werewolf. He wasn’t even worth the trouble to kill.

Alex will have nightmares of this night for the rest of his life. Dream doesn’t care.

He gallops through the forest to find Hob.

~~~~

Hob and Dream were both already alone when they met.

When Hob let himself be turned, all he thought about was Eleanor. Of being able to live forever by her side, the mark of her teeth forever on his neck because she chose him, fell in love with him as much as he with her, enough to give him immortality. 

He didn’t consider her family- her coven- and their disapproval.

Perhaps it would have been easier if they had disapproved of his relationship with Eleanor, if it had been born of protectiveness of some kind. But no. They just didn’t like Hob.

Didn’t like his thick, hair covered body that did not fit in their antique porcelain aesthetic. Didn’t like how easily he laughed, how casually he dressed, how much he enjoyed his undead life, how his only complaint was missing the sunshine.

To be fair, Hob didn’t like them much either. He hated their dank, cold castle and their insistence on constant formality. He dreamed of building a cabin near a lake, where he and Eleanor could be free to live as they wanted, without constantly having to keep their posture perfect.

Then Eleanor died, killed by hunters on one of her nightly trips into the town to search for orphans. 

(“I wouldn’t turn them until they were an adult,” she promised Hob, her eyes wide and pleading for him to understand, “I won’t turn them at all if they don’t want to be! But… but a child of our own, to raise…” She took Hob’s hand and leaned her forehead against his, her words infinitely quiet with no chance of being overheard, “Not a coven. A family.”)

Without her, there was no reason for him to stay.

Hob learned very quickly that Eleanor’s family was not unique in their views. Every vampire he came across curled their lips at his rugged appearance, his extroverted nature, everything about his personality and looks seemed to offend them personally.

“Whoever turned you was cruel to do so while you look like this,” one vampire had told him, oblivious to their own cruelty. “You could shave the hair at least. It won’t grow back.”

Narrowing his eyes, Hob had excused himself quickly from the interaction. They were just strangers who met on the road, he had no obligation to stay and be talked down to and insulted like that.

Eleanor had liked the way he looked.

Hob liked the way he looked.

(In the privacy of his own mind, he was grateful for his lack of reflection.)

Then he ran into Dream. Literally.

Neither were paying attention, just sprinting through the woods trying to outrun their own demons, they didn't notice each other’s presence until they were crashing together, tumbling across the forest floor and felling several trees in the process.

When they untangled and got their bearings, they both spent a long moment simply staring. 

Hob thought he’d run into another vampire at first, because the stranger looked like every vampire’s ideal he’d had pressed on him for centuries now. Slim and as pale as snow, pitch black hair artfully wild, wearing black head to toe, including a long black coat that he held wrapped around himself. His clothes were a little beat up and worn, but it didn’t make him look any less poised and elegant, and his eyes were a stunning icy blue as they stared back at Hob. He was gorgeous, and if this was what a vampire was supposed to look like, Hob understood he had no hope of ever measuring up. 

Then he inhaled.

And he realized that the stranger was not a vampire.

Dream had been wandering for a long time before he met Hob. He’d been alone even longer.

Even coming from a large, familial pack, Dream had always been isolated. He was the runt and they all knew it. Even his youngest sister, still a pup, was growing stronger than Dream ever had. Not brawny and strong like a werewolf was supposed to be, he was skinny, frail, weak, as much of his family liked to remind him. He wasn’t loud or rowdy, had no desire to wrestle and play fight with his siblings. He preferred to extend his claws and carve pictures and stories into the dirt of stones. Sometimes his older sister would indulge him and sit while he told her elaborate tales to go with his engravings. But inevitably she would be pulled away. 

It was one night, when the pack was cuddled together in their den and Desire kicked him out of the pile again (literally, kicking at his ribs and back until he retreated from his family’s warmth) claiming as always that Dream was too bony and cold to sleep beside, that he decided to leave.

He spent much of the night just watching them. He curled up against the wall and took in the sight of his pack piled together, safe and warm and not missing him at all. It did not matter that Dream was cold. It did not matter that he was lonely, and hurt, and unloved. None of it mattered.

So it certainly wouldn’t matter if he left.

He ran as far and as fast and as long as he could. From night, through the morning and the high peak of the sun, only collapsing in a heap of sweat soaked fur once the sun had fallen once more. 

At first, he traveled often in his full werewolf form, both for speed and as a precaution as he moved along the edges of the territories of different packs. Each time, a wolf would come to meet him, to ensure he was just passing by, and each time he was met with disdain.

“Are you sure you’re not a wererat?” a bulking werewolf had laughed at him, “You look like you belong down in the sewers.”

Dream began taking longer paths to avoid other werewolves. He began to only shift at night, and then only when he was forced to on the full moon. It did not matter that it slowed his travel. It did not matter that he felt vulnerable, and exposed, and that some nights his heart ached to curl up as a wolf and tuck his nose beneath his tail and pretend he was warm. It didn’t matter that he felt equally hideous in his human form.

None of it mattered.

So he was running on two legs when he collided with Hob.

They were staring at each other, and the man in front of him must have been the most gorgeous werewolf he’d ever seen. Even unshifted he was covered in a glorious pelt of body hair that Dream wanted desperately to run his fingers through. He was broad, heavyset, clearly strong but with a layer of padding that made him look soft and welcoming, especially coupled with wide brown eyes. He was everything a werewolf was supposed to be and everything that Dream would never, ever be.

Then he inhaled.

And he realized that the stranger was not a werewolf.

“Uh, hi,” Hob spoke first, his voice breathless with something like wonder. “Um, shit, sorry for bowling you over like that, here,” he scrambled to his feet and held a hand out, “I’m Hob.”

At first, all Dream could do was move his gaze from his hand to his face and back again. Then, hesitantly, he reached out and allowed the stranger to help him to his feet.

(Dream had always been shunned for the coldness of his body. But holding this undead hand now, there was none of the jarring heat, none of the pulling away and complaining about his temperature.) 

(Hob did not mind, because Hob was cold too.)

(They both kept their hands together for a little longer than needed.)

“I. Am Dream.” 

“Dream,” Hob smiled, “It’s nice to meet you.”

There was a moment when they finally dropped their hands that they each remembered that werewolves and vampires were meant to be enemies.

Both of them looked at each other, and quietly acknowledged to themselves that they had been hurt far worse by their own kind than the other’s.

They ended up talking through the night. Carefully casual at first, before slowly opening up their wounds to each other, to see the ways they matched. When sunrise approached and Hob needed to find shelter, Dream shyly invited him back to the cave he had been staying in.

“Where are you going?” Hob asked softly, facing Dream where they were laying next to each other on a pile of deer pelts.

“Away,” Dream whispered, on his back and staring at the ceiling with a painfully blank gaze. “Far away. Away from everyone and everything. Where no one will have to look at me again.”

Hob swallowed thickly. It’s been less than one day, and his heart shatters in fear of losing this man. The first person who understands him. Who sees him. Hob thinks he is seeing his reflection for the first time in centuries.

So he summoned his courage and placed his hand over Dream’s, “Maybe I’ll come with you.” Dream turned to look at him, wary and disbelieving, and Hob smiled. “I like looking at you.”

In the morning, they picked a direction and started running. And they did it again the next day, and the next. Dream was skittish, and Hob was loud. Dream narrowed his eyes in suspicion whenever Hob showed him an ounce of kindness, and Hob laughed and waved away any of Dream’s attempts to show him kindness in return. Neither of them knew what they were doing.

“Who would want an eternity of this?” 

Dream said it softly, mostly to himself, but Hob couldn’t not hear it. Couldn’t not hear the weight of the exhaustion in his voice. They were sitting side by side in front of the fire Dream had built, the cave sheltering them from the worst of the heavy rainfall. The weather might have saved them, though. No matter how heated their individual run-ins with others of their kind might have been before, it was nothing compared to being seen together. Something about it seemed to make werewolves and vampires alike fly into some sort of confused, offended rage. 

But they always got away, and today the cover of rain washed away their tracks and scents, and in the morning they would take the harder mountain trail to avoid any more incidents. They sat in front of the fire, and as they always did after a chase, Dream sat in silence, lost in his own head, while Hob desperately distracted himself by rambling stories from his life, before, during, and after Eleanor.

This was the first time Dream had ever interrupted him. 

And Hob… didn’t have an answer. He supposed he could say ‘me’ but they both knew that wasn’t what Dream was looking for right now. It isn’t what Dream is looking for every day that he wakes up and starts running. Werewolves can live for close to a millennia, and Dream was barely older than Hob. He was so young. He has so much time.

They both do.

So Hob did the same thing he did on the day they met. He reached out, and he took Dream’s hand.

“You could find out?”

Dream turned to look at him, not with suspicion, or distrust, but a disbelief that came from awe. And Hob thought maybe this was enough. Even if they never stopped running, at least they’d run together.

The seasons passed. Once a month Dream disappeared in the night, as close to begging as he could get for Hob not to look for him, promising he’d be back in the morning. Hob hated it, hated thinking of him out there all alone, with a howl that sounded like crying. But when he came back, worn down and shaky, he allowed Hob to hold him. After some time, he allowed him to kiss him, too.

“I want to see,” Hob whispered against his mouth. They had found a place. A clearing at the base of a mountain, far from cities and towns, no known vampires or werewolf territories, and Hob and Dream have been chopping wood all day.

They are going to build a home together.

Everything they’ve shared, all the past wounds pulled apart for the other to see, but here Dream hesitated. “I do not… look like other werewolves,” he whispered.

“Neither of us look how we’re ‘supposed to’,” Hob reminded him, “And we don’t care, remember?”

But Dream shook his head, glancing up at Hob through his eyelashes that did nothing to conceal his fear. “I am ugly,” he admitted, ashamed.

Hob kissed him and kissed him and kissed him, pulling him into his arms, “I don’t care. It’s you, and I love you. I want to love all of you.”

They waited until the next sundown, leaving their shelter and standing before each other. Hob held Dream’s hands as long as he could, until Dream pulled away, taking a few steps back as he allowed himself to shift. Hob watched his lover transform under the night sky, limbs contorting and elongating, black fur covering him, long in some places and shorter in others, wild like a hyena, eyes with a white shine to them, clawed fingers digging into the ground as he crouched down onto all fours.

When Dream raised his head, he still looked scared, his tail curling under his legs as he braced himself for whatever Hob’s reaction could possibly be. So Hob approached slowly, and hoped his face shone with at least half the love he felt right now. Kneeling in front of him, Hob raised both hands carefully and cupped Dream’s muzzle in his palms, letting his fingers run through the soft fur at the sides of his face.

“My Dream,” he breathed out, leaning forward to kiss between his eyes, “You’re beautiful.”

Dream’s lips curled, not quite a snarl. A disagreement.

“You are,” Hob insisted, kissing all over his face now, reaching down to take those long claws into his hands and press kisses to the sharp, furred knuckles, “You’re stunning. You’re perfect,” Hob rested their foreheads together, “I love every part of you.”

He pushed Dream gently onto his back on the grass and his form shifted under Hob’s hands. His more human face showed blatant terror, disbelief, defiance, his form constantly shifting between different ratios of wolf and man, as though he would eventually find the form that Hob did not love. Hob kissed every shuddering stretch of skin, every cracking bone, pet over him steadily even when his skin went from smooth to furred and back again. He took Dream in hand and kissed his neck and rut against him desperately and finally, finally, Dream settled. A bit wolf, a bit human, but all Dream, and he reached for Hob just as desperately, both of them pressing together as though they could become one. They were both wanted, and loved, and it was more than enough.

And it is more than enough now, years and years later, when the rumors have spread and the home they built has been attacked, and Hob and Dream burst through the forest and crash into each other's arms with as much force as they day they met, rolling through the dirt and holding each other close as they tumble. 

“Dream, Dream, are you alright, are you hurt?”

He is still in his full wolf form, so he shakes his head where it is pressed against Hob’s shoulder. He lifts his eyes just enough to send a look that Hob understands effortlessly, “I’m fine, I’m fine, Love,” he reassures, feeling himself melt into the ground in relief that they are both safe and together again. 

Eventually, Hob stands, and he offers Dream a hand. Dream takes it, and rises unsteadily to his feet, leaning against Hob for balance. His voice is gravelly as he speaks without shifting, “No… clothes…”

Hob feels a flare of fury, but tucks it away for later. Instead, he shrugs out of his outer shirt, which is just long enough on Dream for him to feel at least a little less vulnerable. He feels even better when, as soon as he is in his human form, Hob sweeps him into a bridal carry, grinning and kissing him one last time before speeding back to their home, making it back just before sunrise. It is bittersweet to see the place they built with the door kicked down and the living room in disarray from the scuffle, but it’s still their home. At least for tonight.

“Perhaps it’s time we moved deeper into the mountains. Maybe settle at a higher elevation,” Hob suggests that night, when they are barricaded in their room, Dream wrapped in a robe and buried beneath their blankets as Hob holds him close.

Dream frowned, pulling back just enough to look up at him, “But you like being close to the town.”

Hob shrugged, winding his arms over Dream’s shoulders. “Maybe, but I like you much more,” he grinned when Dream blushed, “And it’s not like it’d be too much trouble for me to travel down every now and then. I’ll just take longer visits farther apart. I’ll go on days when you need some solitude.”

Dream blinked at him slowly, and Hob found it so sweet and so heartbreaking how, even after all these years, Dream still had to hold back tears when Hob was kind to him.

“You truly are perfect,” he whispered, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Hob’s, “and I love you so.”

“I think you’re the perfect one,” Hob smiled, “and I love you too.”

Tomorrow they will begin their move, and build a new home more prepared for the people who won’t accept them. And they’ll do it together.

And that’s more than enough.

#the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fic #my writing #werewolf/vampire au #planning on drawing some of these guys soon :3

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It's MerMay my dudes.

And this is my confession, that I just love merfolk (but my almost furry-ass loves pretty much everything half human, half animal/creature, lol). So obviously I had to prepare something. I would love to do more, but we will see.

I also have to stop this criminal lack of Summer content.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #summer smith #mermay #mermay 2023 #mermaid #merman

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Authors Note: Reminisce on the day our favourite golden retreiver entered Harry and Y/N's lives and the journey it took to get him. Thank you very much Japanrry and Bell the Shiba Inn for the Harry with dog content we've received this week it truly couldn't have come at a better time.

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the middle of june 2020

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Harry let out a soft chuckle, reaching over to pull a couple of tissues from the box they had to keep on the coffee table, passing them over to Y/N who was cuddled up against Harry’s side as tear tracks ran down her face. 

“Baby, it’s fine,” Harry’s hand rubbed soothingly up and down Y/N’s arm, “why y’crying? Look the dogs happy, he’s wagging his tail and the little old man’s happy he’s got a new mate,” Harry tried his best to point out that they were actually watching quite a sweet story unfold on the television. 

“I know,” she wails as a sob wracked through her body.

“What is going on in your brain?” Harry laughs as he pries the scrunched-up tissue from the grip in her fist, sitting her upright on the couch and began to wipe away at her tears before pinching the tissue over her nose and allowing her to blow into it before wiping it away and dropping the tissue to the side. 

“It’s just lovely isn’t it,” Y/N said through the remaining sniffles of her tears, “he lost his wife and was looking for a little pal and the dog’s owner died and now they ha-have ea-” she hiccups as a new stream of tears begins to cascade down her cheeks, “now they have each other,” she casts as her eyes up to the television to see Bill, the elderly widowed man, head home with his new dog who had grey whiskers littering his snout and face not dissimilar from his new owner, ready to see out their final years together. 

“You’re so cute,” Harry cooed with an amused smile while turning the volume of the tv down as the blaringly loud ad break sounded out through their living room. 

“Don’t make fun of me,” Y/N whines, palming the remaining tears away from staining her cheeks before burying herself back under Harry’s arm, her own reaching across his middle to tether herself to him. 

“M’not, m’not, I promise,” he hummed, his thumb smoothing soft circles on her arm. “S’a nice idea, innit?” Harry said quietly, a few moments later. 

“Wha’s that?” she asked slowly, tired from all the crying. 

“Having a dog,” he murmured. 

“Yeah?” Y/N tilted her head up to look at him, her nose brushing his jawline. 

“Mhmm, a little furry mate to cuddle up with at night sounds right up my street,” he looks down at her, nose brushing against her forehead before pressing a soft kiss to her temple. 

She sighs in contentment and leans into the brush of his lips, “what? Am I not cutting it anymore? I’ve not shaved my legs in a bit, I can be furry if that’s what you’re after,” she teased as Harry huffed out a laugh. 

“Shut up,” he chuckled, “y’know what I mean, m’heart.”

“Mm, I do, it does sound a nice idea,” she hummed, eyes beginning to flutter with tiredness. 

*** 

Three months had passed when the thought fluttered into Y/N’s head again. It had come and gone every so often, but this morning she woke up with the idea at the forefront of her mind. She padded down the stairs to find Harry in the kitchen, preparing their breakfast. 

“Morning m’heart,” Harry spoke, handing her the coffee had had prepared for her the second he heard her shuffling around upstairs. 

“Mmm, morning, thank you gorgeous,” she took a grateful sip before stretching up on her toes and pressing a kiss to his lips in greeting. 

“Sleep good?” he asked as he began plating up her eggs for breakfast. 

“Mhm, how was y’run?” she spoke through a yawn that slipped out. 

“Was good, seen a golden retriever take a dive into the biggest puddle you’ve ever seen, the owner looked so fed up and was moaning his head off to the dog,” Harry laughed as he handed her over her plate before taking his own and setting up shop beside her as they had breakfast together. 

Y/N thought it was funny he should mention dogs this morning and chose to bring her idea up now. 

“D’you remember that thing y’said to me a few months ago?” she asked. 

Harry nearly choked on his food as he laughed, he swallowed down before asking, “reckon y’could narrow that down for me, love? That’s a bit vague even for me to guess.” 

“We were watching telly, an’ I had been crying…” she divulged. 

“The dog programme?” Harry quirked his eyebrow as he took a mouthful of his own coffee. 

“Mhm, and you mentioned something about it being a nice idea, having a little dog,” she gnawed on her lip. 

“I did,” Harry said with a knowing smile, wanting to coax her into saying what she was thinking rather than him assuming. 

“And… I guess, I was just wondering f’you were serious about that?” 

“About what?” he put his fork down, spinning in his seat to face her, thumb pulling at her bottom lip to release it from the bite her teeth had on it. 

“’Bout having a dog,” she spoke quietly.

“Yeah, I was serious,” he confirmed with a smile. 

“I guess I was jus’ wondering if that’s something you would be thinking about having now, I guess… with me?” she finally asked. 

“Miss Y/S/N, are you asking me to own a dog with you?” Harry asked in faux shock, a teasing lilt evident in his tone.

“Get fucked,” she whined at his teasing. 

“Shh, of course I want that with you, jus’ didn’t realise you were thinking about that,” Harry speculated. 

“Jus’ a little bit, it planted a seed when y’mentioned it and it keeps popping back up every so often, then you said about that dog on your run and I could just see you out running with our own dog,” she spilled. 

“Sounds like a dream, doesn’t it?” Harry smiled. 

“Yeah,” she sighed, content it had went over well. 

“Why don’t we start having a look around, look up breeders and all that, see what we’re after?” he suggested. 

“Uh well… I was thinking, why don’t we go visit a rescue place, know like the one out the other programme off the telly that always makes me cry?” 

“Battersea?” 

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Y/N nodded. 

“Sounds perfect, sweets, why don’t we take a drive down at the start of next week? See what they say to it?” 

“Really?” Y/N asked, struggling to hide the excitement from her voice. 

“Yeah, think we’d make brilliant dog parents, we would definitely let our dog play in the puddles without moaning like the guy I saw this morning,” Harry said confidently. 

“Yeah? Tell me that again when we’ve got a dog taking mud baths every other day for a laugh and you need to wash them up afterwards.” 

*** 

21st of September 2020

Y/N couldn’t sit still in her seat as Harry drove them to south London. She would settle for a few minutes then a shit-eating grin would split across her face, her knee would bounce in a nervous excitement and the occasional wiggle of her hips as she tried to settle herself down, which Harry kept catching out the corner of his eye with an amused smile gracing his features. 

“Jus’ remember we’re not for sure leaving with a dog today, I know you’re excited, I am too, but let’s just be realistic, we might not find our fit today, more importantly, the right dog might not find us,” Harry reached over to squeeze her bouncing knee as they began to drive over the Chelsea bridge, officially entering Battersea. 

“No, I know, m’just so excited to see all the dogs and you’re right, they need to be the ones to pick us,” Y/N said nodding her head, glad they were on the same page of letting the dog that was meant to be theirs come to them on its own. 

Harry pulled the car in to park, switched the engine off and turned to face his love, “we ready to do this?” he unfastened his seatbelt. 

“This is a big step for us, isn’t it?” Y/N mirrored him, taking off her seatbelt. 

“How do you mean?” 

“Well getting a pet, s’quite big, isn’t it?” Y/N explained as if it was obvious. 

“Y/N/N, we already own a house together, have done for nearly 8 months, I’m pretty sure we’re alright,” Harry joked, reaching over and tucking her loose hair back. 

“Yeah, but a living, breathing being is a bit more than bricks and mortar is it not?” she leant into his touch before nudging his hand away with her head and taking his hand in her own. 

“Well, the plants are doing alright,” Harry laughed, smoothing his thumb over her knuckles. “Is this a conversation we should’ve had before coming here? Are y’worried about us having to co-parent our future pet?” he asked. 

“No, m’not worried… I don’t know,” she resigned with a sigh. 

“’Cause y’know that’s not going to happen, I told you I was all in with you in our first year together,” Harry smiled fondly. 

“Y’told me within the first few months,” she pointed out with a giggle. 

“Exactly, we’ve got three years locked in the vault, a dog isn’t going to upend this, if anything I reckon, he’s going to solidify our future together even more,” Harry leant forward and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of her lips. 

“You said he. Y’think we’re going to get a boy dog?” she breathed out. 

“Mhm, got a feeling. Now c’mon, I feel like I can hear him calling out to me through all the barking,” Harry opened the driver’s door allowing the sound of all the barking from inside the rescue centre to flood into the car. 

***

“Look H, this one is called Binx,” she pouted as a greyhound’s nose appeared through the gaps in the fence as Harry appeared beside her after talking to a few of the volunteers. 

“She’s cute,” Harry said as he read over the information posted outside the dog’s area, “it says she doesn’t like a lot of people around her, m’not sure that’s a good fit for us, there’s constantly people in and out our house and we wouldn’t be able to take her with us a lot of the time,” Harry explained, sounding sad they would have to move on from the little beauty who was staring up at them. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Y/N said sadly. “Bye cutie,” she waved her hand at the wide-eyed greyhound who relaxed back down in her bed once her visitors moved on. 

“So, the volunteer, said they have someone they think we’d like to meet,” Harry grasped her hand and lead her back to the blue painted desk at the front of the rescue centre, portraits of all their current dogs that are looking for homes hung on the wall behind the woman with the thick-rimmed glasses who was smiling brightly sat behind the desk. 

‘Hiya love, welcome to Battersea,” the lady spoke, with a thick accent that Y/N guessed was from the West Country. 

“Hi nice t’meet you, I’m Y/N,” she greeted the woman. 

“I’m Bonnie, love, I was just chatting with y’fella here and I’ve got someone I think could be a fit for you guys, if you would like to meet him?” Y/N’s eyes gleamed in excitement as Harry jabbed her playfully in the side at the word ‘him’, his guess potentially coming true.

“Most definitely, we’d like to meet anyone that you think could be a fit for us,” Harry answered for them. 

“Right then,” Bonnie stood with a groan, “right this way, let me just grab a handful of these first, he’s very food driven,” Bonnie laughed as she shoved some dog treats from the jar on the desk into her pocket, and lead the couple through a painted blue door to the side of the desk. 

As soon as they entered the room, they heard a high-pitched squeak rather than a bark. A squeak that was trying to be a bark but wasn’t quite there yet. Bonnie stood to the side to reveal a fenced pen, where a rambunctious little pup was running in circles letting out his squeaky bark to greet his new visitors. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Y/N breathed out under her breath, hand squeezing Harry’s tight as the approached the pen. 

“So, this little baby, he’s not got a name yet we’ve just been calling him ‘boy’ is a fourteen-week golden retriever,” Bonnie told them as she quietened the puppy down with a few treats from her pocket. 

“He’s so little,” Y/N cooed as she knelt down next to the pen as Harry sat cross-legged next to her, watching the dog explore his little pen. 

“Was he born here, then?” Harry looked towards Bonnie, asking for more of the dog’s story. 

“Uh no, this lad and his brothers and sisters have got a bit of a sad story actually, they were found on the 16thof June, in a bin bag dumped down by the river. We got them dropped off here and we worked out they were probably only a day old,” Bonnie said as she scratched the happy dog behind the ears. 

“That’s awful,” Y/N gasped. 

“Yeah, not the best start in life but they were all hand-reared by our volunteers, this little one by me, and believe me if I could take him permanently, I absolutely would,” Bonnie smiled at the golden retriever whose tail was wagging hard enough it was creating a draught. 

“So, the rest of the litter?” Harry queried. 

“Already found their forever’s, my little pal here was the smallest of the bunch, struggled to keep him with us right at the beginning but he’s here now waiting for his own turn to find forever,” Bonnie said as both Harry and Y/N pouted at the bright little light of a soul contained in the golden retriever sat in front of them as he nudged the volunteer’s hand for another treat. “Why don’t I open his pen up, we’ll let him out, let him have a good old sniff around the room and we’ll see if he takes to you guys, if he seems comfortable enough, I’ll slip out the room and let you have a little one to one with him,” Bonnie explained, handing over the remaining treats she had stuffed into her pockets into Harry and Y/N’s hands, “sound good?” 

“Absolutely,” Harry agreed quickly. 

“Yes please, I’d love t’meet him proper,” Y/N confirmed. 

“Cracking,” and Bonnie bent down and lifted the small gate containing the dog into the pen and opened it wide for him to come out. His tiny head whipped round to see what Bonnie was up to, ears flopping at the movement as he began to run as fast as his legs could carry him out the gate. 

The couple giggled as they watched him run laps around the room, stopping to sniff at every corner and crevice he came across. As soon as the puppy heard the couple on the floor giggling, he skidded to a halt and turned in place to look at them, tilting his head, his ears swishing with the movement. He approached the pair sitting on the floor, tripping over his paws that he was still growing into as he approached Y/N first circling around where she was knelt down. 

“Hi baby boy,” she uttered, reaching her closed fist out to him, the treats contained inside, as his wet, black nose bumped against her hand, giving it a tentative lick, “I think I’ve got something you’re going to like hidden in there,” she began to withdraw her hand causing the golden dog to whine pitifully and follow her hand, reaching up towards her by placing his front paws up on her knees. Harry sat and watched the glow of happiness radiate from his girlfriend. She was generally a happy person but seeing her feed the dog his treats from her outstretched palm, Harry felt like he was witnessing something click into place inside of her. Like the little dog was the missing puzzle piece of her, of them. “You’re just the sweetest little sunshine aren’t you,” she giggled as the dog licked her palm free landing back on all four paws before he turned his attention to Harry’s cross-legged frame, tilting his head at the man. 

“Hiya mate,” Harry murmured, holding his hand out letting the pup smell him first before leaving the safety blanket of Y/N. The couple were so engrossed in the puppy they didn’t even spot Bonnie, smiling knowingly, silently slip out of the room, closing the door behind her.  Harry hand fed him a few treats, the dog shuffling forward so he was sat in front of him. Harry let his free hand come up and give the dog a few little scratches behind the ear as he watched Bonnie do earlier which made his little tail sweep the floor in happiness. Once he had finished his treats, the dog seemed perfectly happy in Harry’s company, so much so that he climbed straight in between Harry’s crossed legs and rest his head on Harry’s thigh, staring up at the happy couple. 

“I think he likes you, H,” Y/N whispered, letting her hand smooth down the dogs back, her nails scratching lightly as Harry’s thumb smoothed up over his nose and forehead as the dog blinked heavily, his young body clearly tuckered out from all the excitement. 

“Yeah, you think so?” Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away from his new best mate. 

“Considering he climbed straight into your lap, I’m thinking yeah,” Y/N laughed as she let her head fall onto Harry’s shoulder. 

“He seems pretty smitten with you too,” Harry pointed out, and sure enough, the dog, through his heavy eyes, was staring straight up at her. 

They sat quietly in the peace, Harry’s lap warm with the weight of his tired little body, Y/N’s arm growing achy from its constant stroking down his back but she didn’t dare stop. 

Bonnie shuffled back into the room, “well, my lovelies, how are we getting on?” as Y/N and Harry’s gazes snapped up to look at her, before both smiling softly and back down to their sleepy boy. 

*** 

Harry had never been more grateful for the traffic that kept them driving well below the speed limit between south and north London. Their new four-legged baby was passed out in Y/N’s arms in the passenger seat as the slow rumble of the engine and Y/N’s constant pats and soothing words keep him asleep on the big scary car journey back to his new forever home. 

“We’re going to need to think of a name,” Harry said softly as he chanced a look down at him as they stopped at a red light.

“Hm, any suggestions?” she asked. 

“None at all, what did you call him at the rescue?” Harry switched gears as they finally made it through the traffic lights. 

“Hm, sunshine I think, I can’t see us shouting Sunshine across the park,” she mused. 

“Sunny? Or could be spelt S-O-N-N-Y?” Harry suggested.

“Fuck no, my auntie had a yappy little thing called Sonny when we were growing up and he was a little arsehole of a dog,” Y/N snorted. 

“Sonnys off the list then, what else is like sunshine… sunflower, nope can’t have it look like m’dog’s named after my own song,” Harry proposed before cutting himself off just as quickly as Y/N giggled.

“Hm, Sunflower, s’like my favourite painting,” Y/N mentioned as an aside.

“The Van Gogh one, right?” Harry clarified. 

“Mhmm.” 

“Vincent Van Gogh…” Harry said. “…Vincent… that’s cute,” Harry gave her a quick look. 

“That is cute, reckon he looks like a Vincent too,” she peered down at their new baby. 

“Loadsa nicknames from that too, Vince, Vinnie, Vin,” he listed. 

“Vincent Styles, his proper Sunday name” Y/N nodded. 

“My surname? Don’t want to double barrel it with yours?” Harry checked. 

“Well m’hoping one day we’ll all have matching surnames,” she said shyly. 

“Reckon that could be arranged, right Vincent?” he asked the dog who has stirred from his sleep. 

*** 

“Okay, wait right there, wait, wait, wait,” Harry said quickly as he parked them up at home as he got out the car and ran round the front of it, throwing open the passenger door to Vince letting out a squeaky sort of bark at the sight of his new Dad. Harry reached in and took Vinnie straight from Y/N’s arms to carry the dog into his new home.

“Oi, you little fucker, don’t steal our dog from me,” Y/N laughed as she got out the car following Harry up their front door as he tried to fight the keys into the lock while keeping Vince close to his chest. 

“He got loads of Mumma cuddles on the way home, s’my turn, right m’boy? Daddy gets a go now?” Harry spoke to the dog as he got a loving lick against his cheek as he passed Y/N the keys to let them in the house when he gave up trying to unlock the door. Before Y/N could slide the keys into the lock she took her phone and took a quick picture of Harry with his thumb up cradling a curious Vincent against his chest. His first picture with their boy. 

Y/N rolled her eyes as she opened their front door, “welcome home Vincent,” she sang as Harry carried him inside. 

“Welcome to your forever, Vincent,” Harry spoke as he set the dog down in the hallway where he immediately started sniffing and exploring, seemingly comforted by being surrounded by the scent of his new parents. 

***

21st of September 2022

“Vince!” Y/N shouted across the park as Harry let out a loud whistle with his fingers between his lips. The dog turned to face them with a guilty looking expression on his face, his paw hovering over the biggest, muddiest puddle he was able to find in the park. “Don’t even think about it Mister,” Y/N warned calling after the dog, his paw inching closer to the murky water. 

“Vincent, get your furry little arse back here, come see what Mum’s got for you,” Harry shouted this time, hoping to entice him away with the promise of a treat, and he did look tempted. Especially when Y/N rattled the treat bag but the promise of a big muddy puddle was just something too hard for him to fight. 

“He’s going to jump in,” Y/N said with a sigh. 

“He won’t, he won’t,” Harry tried to speak it into existence. 

“He will,” and with one large splash their golden retriever turned into a brown, muddy retriever. 

“For fuck’s sake,” they both groaned in unison as they watched Vincent roll onto his back to get himself thoroughly coated in the muddy water. 

“I thought he was supposed to be food driven,” Harry whined as Vincent removed himself from his mud bath and gave an almighty shake.

“Oh, he is, with everything else, that died a death for mud baths after the first muddy puddle,” Y/N giggled, already knowing they’re going to have to deep clean their bathroom after Vince’s bath time later. 

“You’re happy as a pig in shit, aren’t you?” Harry asked the dog as he trotted up to them, tail wagging happily, “yeah, you look like a pig in shit as well, mate.” 

“Two years today, we’ve had you Vin, and you’re still driving me and Dad to the brink aren’t you,” Y/N cooed, giving him a treat anyway, he deserved it today. 

“Wouldn’t change you for the world, m’boy,” Harry reached down to give him a scratch behind his ears, after all this time it was still his favourite scratch and pat to receive. Harry immediately regretting doing so as his hand came back caked in dirt. 

“Happy gotcha day, Vincent,” Y/N cheered as the continued their walk as Vincent barked in response. This time a full, booming bark full of personality, so much different than the little squeaks he gave them two years ago. 

***

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Yandere Obey Me Brothers HCs except the idiot who wrote them is an actual idiot.

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Yandere Obey Me brothers headcanons 

Gender neutral MC || TW: violence, mention of furries, guys I swear Belphegor is literally a meme lord and you can’t convince me otherwise, stalking, slight spoilers, mind breaking, conditioning || I do not condone kidnapping, stalking, or any of the things mentioned in these HCs. This is a *WORK OF FICTION* || Please like and interact, I’m lonely… || requests are always open <3

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Lucifer

He would realize he had overly protective tendencies when someone severely injures you. (Belphegor?!)

He’s extremely intelligent and crafty, one of the  worst characters to have obsessed with you.

He would share you with Diavolo, but nobody else. (Unless Diavolo wants to share you with Barbatos.Big three on top! Literally…)

Things would probably be the same unless you’re in love with another or discover Lucifer’s infatuation with you. Be prepared to find yourself locked up someplace nobody else can find if Lucifer decides it’s the only way to effectively protect you. (Holy shit Belphegor reference two?!)

He says he considers you an equal, but you know he thinks he’s better than you. You’re just a weak human that needs protection.

Would purposely not heal you after punishments, but would never leave permanent scars on you.

Would not try to break you, condition you to certain things, or permanently disfigure you. He prefers his human in ‘mint condition’.

Will occasionally gaslight you into thinking it’s your fault for his obsession.

Biggest downside is that he doesn’t get memes and doesn’t like them.

Mammon 

Would realize he wanted you for himself if he saw you becoming romantically interested in another.

MC… he loved you even if he claimed he didn’t. Why would you do this to him?

He’s hurt, but realizes eventually he has to stop sulking and take control of the situation.

He makes it painfully obvious that he’s been sneaking into your room at night, the greedy bastard can’t resist taking some of your belongings for himself!

He secretly hopes you notice.

He’ll find more and more reasons to keep you close to him, he would definitely let you off the hook for being disobedient unlike Lucifer and some of the others.

Chill most of the time, I bet his crows would really like you too. :)

The type of guy to take pictures of you while you sleep. 

Leviathan 

Would realize he needed you the first time you defended him.

Everyone says he’d be a perverted freak.  I personally think they’re wrong.

He’s the type to try and lock himself away until these strange feelings for you go away…

And if they don’t…

Leviathan will turn to romance manga and anime to try and see what it is he should do.

Honestly, I think he’d have more respect for you than the others. He thinks everything about you is impressive.

If he realizes he’s acting like a yandere he’ll probably shut himself in his room again.

He’s so scared that you’ll find out he’s a ‘freak’ that he goes back to watching/reading romance manga/anime to try and copy the actions a normal protagonist would take.

If he gives up on trying to be normal and turns to darker content… well…

That’s when things could possibly become freaky.

Satan 

He realizes that you belong to him when you tell him you think he’s more than his sin.

Probably goes to Asmodeus for advice at first. 

He’s been grooming you for quite a long time, earning your trust like a stray cat.

He wants to give you the perfect, domestic life.

He tries to make you fall in love naturally but seeing you around other people (especially Lucifer) makes his blood boil.

Another case of wanting things to stay the same.

He has an incredible amount of patience, both from years after years of attempting to repress his unexplainable amount of rage, and from the sweet delusion that one day you’ll love him too.

Unlike his dad, he’s okay with conditioning. He will do it slowly- like training an animal.

There’s a good chance that, like Leviathan, he’ll stay away from you. Not because he’s worried about what you think of him, no. It’s because he knows these urges will eventually get the better of him and that when they do terrible things will happen to you.

Asmodeus 

It’s complicated- you know he’s constantly partying and sleeping with other demons, yet when you do it he feels upset.

That’s sooo not fair to you, darling-! He’ll try not to let his jelousy get out of hand. He wants you to have fun too!

He starts to feel like you enjoy yourself more when you’re around others, he doesn’t like that.

He’s the glorious Asmodeus. You need to know that nobody will ever compare to him!

He’d take breaks from social media to start doing research on what you like.

His content and look will start changing based on whatever you’re into. 

Asmodeus doesn’t feel perfect anymore, not until you can see him as perfect in your eyes. 

Let’s be honest, the closer he becomes to your ideal man/whatever you prefer the harder it’s going to be to not fall for him. 

You’re going to fall for him.

Beelzebub

Sorry gang, I really struggled trying to think about yandere Beel. He just… I just don’t know that much about him and he really doesn’t seem like the type? If someone wants it, I’ll come up with something. I have a few ideas.

Belphegor

You’re going to lose a limb or two. Or three- or just everything!

He’ll slowly fall for you, there won’t really be a pivotal moment that will make it click for him. Maybe he’d fall for you sooner if Beelzebub thinks you’re neat.

A small plus with Belphegor is sometimes he’ll overlook something you do he doesn’t like because he’s too tired to do something about it.

Will literally chug a fucking monster energy to do whatever without falling asleep if you really piss him off.

Actually kind of considerate, knows he sleeps a lot so he usually has a show on to entertain you. Once he woke up and apparently My Little Pony was playing and he said something about gay furry propaganda and went on a rant about why it makes him mad when people call him a furry for having a cow-print pillowcase.

Unlike Lucifer he fucking loves memes. Will snort if you show him a good one…

if you still have hands or access to a device.

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Dog sitting | Sam Hubbard

summary — In which you are initially just the dog sitter for Sam's dog, until it suddenly seems to become something more

paring — sam hubbard x reader

words — 2655

You go through your thoughts again to make sure you really have everything you need while you take a look in your bag.

Your wallet, toiletry bag, charging cable, a change of clothes and a little make-up are there, as are your cell phone and dog biscuits.

Your car keys are in your hand, so you've thought of everything. Before you zipper up the bag, you check the contents one last time to make sure everything is there.

You would only be leaving home for one night, so forgetting something wasn't too dramatic, but better safe than sorry.

"Let's go" you mumble to yourself as you leave your home and pull the door shut behind you.

The sun shines down from the sky and gently tickles your nose with its rays, making you sneeze.

It had been quite cloudy for the last few days, so the sun is high in the sky for the first time in several days, making sure that half the neighborhood is out on the street or in their gardens.

Waving to your neighbors, you walk over to your car, where you stow your bag and then get in and push your sunglasses up your nose before driving off.

The roads were pretty busy in this beautiful weather, so you make the fifteen-minute drive today in twenty-five minutes.

However, a glance at the clock on the dashboard tells you that you're still well on time.

A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you skillfully steer your car up the bright driveway and come to a stop next to the dark SUV.

A few seconds later, you walk up the narrow gravel path to the front door, where you press the doorbell button, followed by a bark and the silhouette of the dark dog appearing in front of the door.

It doesn't take long for the door to open and the dark fluffy dog slips between Sam's legs and comes running towards you.

You quickly take one of the dog biscuits out of your bag and then get down on your knees to greet the fluffy dog.

"Hello Leo, look what I've brought you" you greet him with a smile and hold out the dog biscuit to Sam's dog, which is eaten within a few seconds.

Preparing the cookies had taken up a little of your time, so you smile at the speed with which Leo ate the cookie.

"So, did you like the homemade cookie?" you ask Leo, who snuggles up to you and you start stroking his ear.

In response, Leo licks your face once before sticking his nose in your pocket and looking for more cookies in your bag.

"Leo, out!" Sam admonishes his dog and gently pulls him away from you and your bag by his collar. Sam gives Leo a command to go back into the house and shortly afterwards the furry friend disappears back inside.

"Do I get the same warm welcome?" Sam asks you with a grin as you stand back on your feet.

"I'm afraid I didn't bake any cookies for you. Sorry, Hubbard, but I only have one favorite in your house," you joke as Sam pulls you into his warm arms and you smell his aftershave, which smells much more intense than usual today.

"Ouch, that hits me hard," he replies jokingly as he lets go of you and closes the door behind you after you step inside.

There is already a travel bag and a small rucksack in the hallway.

Sam will be heading out in a few hours with a few colleagues from his The Sam Hubbard Fondation and staying away for a night, so you've taken over the dog-sitting part.

For about a year now, you've been looking after Leo regularly when Sam has away games or other important appointments so that Leo isn't alone.

"Maybe you'll get cookies next time," you reply with a gentle smile and follow Sam over to the kitchen.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asks as he opens the fridge and takes a look inside.

"Do you happen to have any iced tea?" You put your bag down on the counter and then look over at Sam, finding it incredibly difficult not to stare at his muscular back, which is even more visible thanks to the tight-fitting T-shirt.

"Peach iced tea? Sure, I got it specially. As well as a few snacks to make dog-sitting somehow bearable for you" he replies with a grin and then hands you a can of cold iced tea.

"Very generous of you, Hubbard" grinning, you open the can and take a big sip. Only now do you realize how thirsty you actually are.

"Always," he comments with a grin, before also taking a big gulp from his water bottle and then bracing his muscular arms on the counter opposite you.

Just don't stare, y/n , you admonish yourself and direct your gaze to the can in your hand, on which you begin to read the label.

"So..." Sam begins after a few seconds of silence, causing you to lift your gaze and look into his eyes. "Leo was out about half an hour ago, so you don't have to go out again until this evening. He's also just eaten, so you won't have to give him any more until about..."

Before Sam can even begin to continue the sentence, you put your hand on his forearm to make him stop.

"Sam," your voice sounds softly in the room. "You don't have to tell me all that again. I know how to feed Leo, how often he has to go out and what I have to watch out for. This isn't the first time I've looked after him."

"Sorry," Sam mumbles more to himself as he starts to take another sip and you quickly remove your hand from his arm as you realize what you just did.

You and Sam have known each other for a while, because back then Sam was looking for a dog sitter and noticed your ad.

From the first time you met, the chemistry was right not only between you and Leo, but also between you and Sam.

In the beginning, you were only with Sam when you were looking after Leo, but now Sam and you also spent time together from time to time, which Leo was particularly happy about, because the little four-legged friend loved you more than anything.

"When will you be back tomorrow?" you start to turn the conversation to another topic, as you notice that the atmosphere between you is a little tense at the moment due to your brief contact.

"Around three pm. You don't have to stay with Leo that long if you have plans. You're welcome to bring him back here after lunch and give me the key again another time."

"No, it's all good. I've got nothing planned for tomorrow. Besides, I like spending time with Leo." And with you, Sam, you continue your thought quietly.

Because you actually had a little crush on Sam, but who could blame you with the handsome Bengals star?

"Okay, great. I have to get going. If there's anything, just give me a call, okay? " Sam puts his bottle of water back in the fridge before he walks over to Leo's basket and starts to scratch him behind the ears and says goodbye to him.

The way he treats Leo so lovingly makes your tummy tingle and your heart warm.

There is almost nothing more attractive than men who are so sweet with animals.

"I will," you promise him as you follow Sam into the hallway, where he puts on his rucksack and then reaches for his travel bag.

" See you tomorrow, y/n. And don't let the puppy eyes wrap you around their fingers too much. "

Sam pulls you into another hug, whereupon you wrap your arms lightly around him and feel Sam hug you tightly for a few seconds and you can usually feel him burying his nose in your hair.

"I can't promise anything," you say, giggling as you release your embrace again. "Have fun, Sammy. Drive carefully and come back safely."

"I'll write to you when I get there. See you tomorrow." Sam raises his hand in farewell before leaving the house and pulling the door shut behind him.

You stand there for a few seconds, literally staring at the door, until you hear the engine of his car start and the car leaves the driveway shortly afterwards.

"And what are we two pretty ones going to do while your master is away? " you ask Leo as you flop down on the sofa and put your feet up.

Leo literally jumps up from his basket and a few seconds later finds himself lying half on top of you on the sofa.

"I guess that means cuddling, huh?" you ask with a grin and bury your hand in the dog's fluffy fur, which you start to cuddle.

Leo's head lies on your stomach and his dark eyes look up at you sadly.

"You miss Sam already, don't you? " you ask and get a quiet whimper in reply. "Shall I tell you something? I already miss him too. I wish he was here now too."

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you continue to cuddle Leo.

Hopefully Sam will come back soon so you can spend time with him again.

— —

Although Leo missed Sam a lot at first, you quickly managed to distract him from his grief.

After a long scratching session, you played a bit of ball and frisbee together in the garden until it was time for the evening walk and then you both had dinner.

You then fell asleep together watching an episode of Criminal Minds and spent the night on the sofa instead of in Sam's guest room.

Sam didn't really like it when Leo was in bed with you, because his dog had his own rules and wasn't allowed in the guest room. But no matter how often you took Leo out of the guest room, the little four-legged friend would always sit in front of the door howling, so you let him in every time.

But you were spared this by sleeping on the couch.

"Look Leo, we've just finished our lunchtime round and it won't be long before Sam arrives" you stroke Leo gently through his fur before leashing him and making your way back to Sam's house with him.

For the last forty-five minutes, you and Leo have been running through the forest, playing fetch and catch.

Now not only was Leo dirty, but so were you. Your shirt and pants were covered in various splashes of dirt and dog paws, so you had to go straight home and shower as soon as Sam got home.

But it was worth it, because the walk and playing fetch and catch were so much fun for you that your mood had doubled.

And perhaps Sam's arrival also played a part in this.

As Leo and you walk up the driveway, exhausted, you can see Sam's car parked next to yours from a distance.

Confused, you glance at your watch and are shocked to see that it's already half past three.

Damn, you'd actually forgotten the time. Hopefully Sam wouldn't get angry.

You quicken your steps and then enter the hallway with Leo, where you first clean his feet properly and then brush the dirt from his fur before letting him inside the house.

Shortly afterwards, you hear Sam's voice.

"Hello, buddy! Oh yes, I've missed you so much too! Have you had a nice walk and worked off your energy?" as Sam speaks, you keep hearing a soft laugh, which warms your heart again.

Leo is probably giving out his favorite dog kisses again.

As Sam's footsteps approach, you're in the middle of cleaning your shoes somehow. But it would probably be smarter to let the mud dry first so that you can get it off better.

"Oh, wow. I guess I can answer the question myself as to whether that was a successful walk," Sam says with a grin as he begins to look you over.

"It really was," you beam in his direction, wiping some dried mud from your face. "Only I guess I really need a shower and should get home now..."

"You can shower here and put some of my clothes on," Sam babbles almost in a panic, afraid that you might disappear at any second.

"If that's okay?" you ask, almost shyly. The thought of wearing Sam's clothes triggers a tingling sensation in your stomach that you probably won't be able to get rid of any time soon.

"Of course. Go ahead and take a shower. The towels are under the sink, but you know that. I'll put something for you to wear outside the door and make us some tea in the meantime."

Without waiting for your answer, Sam disappears upstairs and leaves you behind.

A good fifteen minutes later you come into the living room, freshly showered and wearing Sam's clothes (which you had been standing in the bathroom for a few minutes smelling with your nose).

Sam is sitting on the sofa and his eyes widen when he spots you in your clothes. A quiet 'wow' leaves his lips, which makes you wonder whether you might have imagined it, as quiet as it was.

Embarrassed, you sit down next to Sam on the sofa and then reach for the cup of tea, from which you carefully take a sip.

"How was your trip?" you ask as you notice that Sam is just staring at you, which makes you feel quite nervous.

Sam begins to tell you happily about his trip and as you listen to his words, you keep sipping your tea.

"And how was it here? Did everything go well?" Sam asks you afterwards.

"Everything was great. Leo was easy to look after as always and we had a lot of fun. Or did Leo?" you ask and look over to the basket where Leo is lying with a chewy bone, which he is chewing on with relish.

"I'm glad." Sam scoots a little closer to you, causing your heart to start beating faster and you nervously turn the cup in your hand back and forth.

"Are you okay?" you ask nervously.

"You still have some dirt on your face" he lets you know, whereupon you start to wipe your face in panic.

"No, wait, I'll help you." Sam stretches out his finger and gently wipes your cheek. His face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath lightly on your cheek.

Sam's proximity makes you so nervous that a slight shiver runs down your spine and makes you swallow.

"There, gone," he lets you know as he leans back a little, then takes the cup from you and places it on the table.

But instead of Sam leaning back again and widening the distance between you, he narrows it again.

"Sam...what...what are you doing?" you ask nervously as the tips of your noses brush lightly.

"I want to kiss you so much, y/n. I've had this thought since yesterday and I just can't get it out of my head," he begins honestly, brushing your nose again before looking you in the eye.

"Can I kiss you?" he almost breathes against your lips, causing the butterflies in your stomach to wake up and start doing somersaults. But Sam suddenly seems pretty nervous too.

"Yes," you breathe back and Sam bridges the last few centimetres between you until his warm lips are on yours and he kisses you.

You've both been waiting for this moment for so long and now it's finally coming true.

The dog sitting couldn't have ended any more beautifully.

#sam hubbard #sam hubbard x reader #sam hubbard imagine #nfl imagines #nfl fic #nfl #nfl imagine #cincinnati bengals

[rileyslibrary]

Living With Ghosts: 6. Hurt

He seemed more accustomed to surviving than living—as if the military had adopted and raised him to be the man he is today.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,155

Notes:

Warnings: Mentions of blood and physical injury (gunshot wound)

Pure angst

That’s a sable. :)

Entire work on AO3

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“Mating season is upon us; do not feed the sable—I repeat: Do NOT feed the sable. Over.”

That was Laswell’s last message to all the safe houses across Italy a couple of weeks ago.

“Sable” was Makarov’s code name—an odd choice for a criminal of his calibre since sables are cute and furry. Although you were unaware of his manscaping habits to argue the “furry” aspect, you knew that Makarov was anything but “cute.”

Mating season is upon us. Makarov was on the loose and closer than ever. Operators were sleeping with one eye open if they ever got the chance to do so. The job should be over soon.

Do not feed the sable. That meant one thing: under no circumstances should you blow your cover. Instead, you must keep a low profile and follow a consistent routine until further notice.

That’s what you’ve been doing for the past two weeks. You kept imitating a farmer harvesting lemons while monitoring unusual traffic in secrecy. Meanwhile, Ghost was helping you in the morning and leaving at nightfall to “take care of things.”

Everything seems to be going well so far—A little too well, perhaps. 

Call it a “gut feeling,” an “intuition,” or a “sense of impending doom.” Whatever it was, it felt eerie and lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

As weird as it sounds, Makarov wasn’t your primary concern, as he’ll soon get what he deserves. “The life of a war criminal is as profitable as it is short,” you recall Ghost muttering while cleaning his gun.

It was him who you were most worried about—his physical and mental well-being appeared to be in distress lately.

Every morning, you would catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye while he was helping you. New rips would appear on his clothes overnight, some mended, others beyond repair. “I walked through some shrubs” was his most common excuse. Shrubs don’t cause such damage; knives, on the other hand, are perfectly capable of doing so. 

His left shoulder hardly moved while helping you out, so he relied solely on his right one. He also walked with a limp, which worsened every time he carried heavy crates up to the house. 

He was doing everything he could to take care of himself, but there’s only so much a man can take. Soon, his wounds would be too deep to heal.

You assumed he had a difficult upbringing. You’d never dare ask about his personal life, family, or friends if he had any—but it seemed that he raised himself.

He was overly precise with how he placed each piece of garment on the clothesline. He often left you wondering how he turned chores such as washing dishes into a tactical mission. Even wearing his boots and tucking his trousers inside them seemed too…strategic. 

No parent would teach their son to be so meticulous with these mundane tasks. No child would have the discipline to follow such rigid and strict rules. He seemed more accustomed to surviving than living—as if the military had adopted and raised him to be the man he is today.

Then again, you could see the light in him. It was dim and barely noticeable, but it’d fall through the cracks sometimes. Whenever he’d make you laugh, for example, a speck of light would appear, softening his tough exterior. He seemed more human with each suppressed chuckle he let out as you danced around in victory for nailing a new recipe.

Shit, the recipe—where were you? Ah, yes! The salt. 

It’s impressive how cooking can stimulate such extraordinary levels of introspection. 

Look at you: preparing dinner and analysing an operator’s emotional trauma while a war criminal is on the loose.

The back door swings open—he’s back; the knives and bullets rattling on his tactical vest give him away. Yet they sound different; they reveal a sense of urgency.

You turn to greet him, but he dashes for the stairs.

You catch a glimpse of something on the floor.

Droplets of thick, black liquid shine against the floor, leaving a trail that leads to the stairs.

You take a closer look—it’s not black. It’s crimson. 

He is bleeding.

You sprint to the staircase, climbing two or even three steps simultaneously. Your hands are gripping the rails, pulling yourself up as if that would make you go faster.

He’s running for his room, clutching his left shoulder.

You grab a strap from the back of his vest, but he yanks your hand off and pushes you away, causing you to fall to the ground.

You get up just as he enters his room, but he shuts the door and locks you out.

“How bad is it?” You ask with your hands on the door, trying to reach him through the thick wooden panel.

No answer.

“Let me see—I can help.” You command.

Still no answer.

“FUCK! Answer me, God damn it, yell at me, show me you’re alive!”

Nothing.

There are faint sounds of objects falling to the floor, boxes opening with force, and furniture being pushed around. You sit on the ground with your back against the door.

You bring your legs close to your chest and hug them, your forehead resting on your knees. 

This can’t be happening. It’s a fever dream that’ll soon be over. Simon cannot be in danger; How can he? He is invincible. He just walked through some shrubs, that’s all.

You try to concentrate on sounds, noises, grunts—anything to indicate that he’s working on it.

Focus, try to focus.

He’s fiddling with something—he’s unscrewing a bottle, its contents spilling on the floor. It must be alcohol—he is treating a gunshot wound.

“Are you shot?”

“Shut up for a bloody second, will you?”

He can talk—that’s a good thing. Right?

“What happ-”

“Ya fuck-I said to be quiet.”

You can hear quick, short gasps of air—his breathing becomes more audible with each inhale. He’s about to pry the bullet out.

You close your ears and shut your eyes, trying to block the screams. It’s pointless.

He sounds like an animal being hanged upside down to be slaughtered, screaming in agony.

You can’t help him, but you have to bear it. Bear his screams, his swearing, his pain.

Feeling helpless and useless yourself, you resort to praying. “An atheist until the plane starts falling,” they say. God must be having a laugh looking down at you right now.

The cries stop. You sit up straight, listening closely for any signs of life.

There’s a clink—it’s the bullet hitting the floor.

His breathing gradually returns to normal, his movements getting more controlled and graceful than earlier. He must be patching up his wound now.

“I’m still here.” You mutter.

“Thanks,” he replies.

He’s not okay yet, but he will be. He better be.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“You need to pack your things; our cover is blown.”

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#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon riley #cod ghost

[alphabetatoes]

a.n.: imagining taking ino to a cat cafe has me 🫶✨🥺🦋 also future hcs where ino teaches you how to skate ???

c.w.: literally just pure fluff, reader (like me) has a mild cat allergy

you’d take him to a cat cafe as a surprise for his birthday. bless his heart, but your very sweet boyfriend is just like his mentor. he's far more concerned with the wellbeing of others than himself, so this was a much needed and deserved surprise.

you know how much he loves caring for the street cats outside yalls apartment, to the point that he’s named the majority of them (mr. pants and salem are his favorites)

when you pulled up to the cafe, ino was worried you wouldn't be able to enjoy yourself. your allergies started to act up if you hung around cats a lil too long, but this was fortunately nothing a bit of medicine couldn't fix. and you’d already taken an antihistamine in preparation, cat dander be damned!

once you found a cozy spot in a quaint lil alcove, a ragdoll kitten hops up and makes itself at home in Ino's lap. he’s done for when the kitty nuzzles against his stomach and purrs in content <3

any time he sees two cats cuddled up together, ino would point to them and say “that’s literally us.”

he’d put his beanie on that same lil ragdoll and lift it up to show you. “babe, she looks just like her father!” n the kitty lets out a lil "mew :3" in agreement.

the absolute look of proudness in his eyes makes you melt. “glad you’re enjoying your gift, sweet boy.” and when you lean in to cuddle him, he places a soft kiss to your crown.

needless to say, you walked out of that cafe with a new furry roommate and a very happy boyfriend 🐾🖤

#i literally love him #jjk #takuma ino x reader #takuma ino fluff #takuma ino #jjk x reader

[bangtanintotheroom]

🎃 SKZ as Halloween Couple Costumes 🎃

• Pairing: OT8 x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship

• Rating: PG-15

• Words: 3.5k

• Summary: In which you and your boyfriend choose and experience the fun and chaos of your couple costume.

• Warnings/themes: drinking, swearing, partying, kissing, cuddling, jealousy, mentions of sucking (hehe), implied sexual content, a single threat of bodily harm, all the guys are dorks and whipped, Chan being delulu for OC, Minho is a terror, Changbin being a sweet furry, Hyunjin looking like sin itself, Han getting no respect from the young’ns, Felix is a mess (in the best way), Seungmin taking his role too seriously, Jeongin is always prepared

• Notes: Happy Halloween y’all! 🎃🦇🖤 I really wasn’t planning on writing anything for the holiday, but this idea came to me last week and the more I wrote, the more I had to see it through. It’s my mini break from some of the other more serious fics I’ve been working on again, so enjoy! ✨

• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae2 @crisle19 @codeinebelle @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp

Chan - Gomez and Morticia Addams

You suggest these and your boyfriend is immediately on board because of the all-black outfits

That, and the fact that he gets to have any excuse to lay his lips on you (not like you never allow it)

You help him draw his mustache on, but it takes a few tries due to him giggling like a schoolgirl

“I think my Freddie one was better.” “Quiet, Chris.”

Talk about in-character

THIS MAN WILL NOT STOP KISSING YOU

On your lips even though you keep scolding him for almost smearing your red lipstick, on your neck, up and down your arm

But Chan doesn’t care, even when your friend group clowns him for the act

He just keeps on kissing like there’s no tomorrow

The real kicker comes in later that night when you hear a familiar song come on over Jeongin’s speakers

Your eyes were quick to land on your boyfriend, his expression painting him as the culprit for the music choice

All it took was a tilt of your painted mouth to invite him to walk over before holding a hand out

“Shall we?”

With nearly frightening precision, the two of you recreate the tango from Addams Family Values (minus the backflips and knife-throwing)

The applause and cheers that surround you as you both embrace is deafening, but it’s nothing compared to the way Chan looks down at you with sheer infatuation

It’s only amplified by the words he whispers as he leans in towards your face

“Cara mia.”

This time, you welcome the passionate kiss he places on your lips, arms wrapped tight around his neck with nothing but devotion

Minho - Chucky and Tiffany

“I know what we can dress up as.”

The second Minho came up and said that, you knew you were in for either a good time or a bad time

As soon as he showed you the pic on his phone, you threw your head back and laughed, wiping tears afterwards

“Why am I not surprised? Sure.”

The days leading up to Halloween involve shopping and your boyfriend practicing his ‘serial killer face’ in the bathroom mirror

Your makeup was darker than usual and the eyebrows were a bitch to draw on, but they were nothing compared to Minho’s scars

“Couldn’t you have bought the tattoos instead?” “They’re wack, yours are way better.”

Somewhere behind that compliment is him just giving you more work to do for the sake of it. So you just mumble your appreciation while pretending to be oblivious to the eyes fixated on your pronounced cleavage

After heading outside, you think you did the makeup too well

On the way over to the haunted house, a few trick-or-treaters recoil in fear and parents usher their children out of your paths

Minho is quick to point this out

“See, jagi? You think some wash-off tattoos would make that happen?”

Leave it to this man to inflate your ego with no hesitation. Now you walk down the sidewalks with your chin held high, on an equal level with your lover

The haunted house was decent, even though you almost decked an actor or two in the face, and hanging out with your mutual circle was even better. Before you know it, everyone is splitting up to head back to their humble abodes

Except for you and Minho

It was clear that you two weren’t ready to call it a night by the way you peered at each other

“Wanna go for a walk?” “Sure.”

Not a walk in the park, but a walk through a cemetery; you and Minho were never the most sane people

A stroll through the nearby graveyard was oddly peaceful with a taste of eeriness lying underneath, the path lit by scattered streetlamps and the moonlight

“You really do look gorgeous, jagi.”

The brief silence was broken by your lover’s low but earnest voice, peeking up to see him watching you with soft eyes

The scars and stitches on Minho’s face did little to ruin the adoration radiating through

“Don’t tell me you have a thing for dolls.” “If the doll looks like you, then I sure do.”

You had to stop the walk to stifle your laugh, not wanting to rudely disturb the dead

But once you finished, your teeth flashed at your boyfriend before you held his hand tighter

“I might have the same problem as you, then.”

The expression that came over him was something that was definitely inappropriate for your current setting, but it didn’t stop him from stepping close and leaning in towards your lips

That is, until you heard a noise in the distance that made you squeak and cling onto him

“What was that?!”

Minho played it off like he wasn’t bothered, but you could feel his heart beating a little faster through your pressed chests

“Maybe we should head home so you don’t pass out from fear.”

With your urgency, you followed close as he practically dragged you out of the graveyard, smirking behind his back at the way he kept looking around at every little noise

Who knew a ‘serial killer’ was afraid of ghosts?

Changbin - Beauty and the Beast

Oh, the way he reacted to the costumes you chose was just precious

As soon as you laid the golden gown out on your bed, Changbin was quick to hop up in joy

“You mean—?!” “Yup!”

The both of you grew up on Beauty and the Beast, but the love for the film was rekindled when you chose to watch it on one of your first dates with together

Watching each other gush over favorite parts and singing along to all the songs cemented the Disney movie as something special in your relationship

Which is why your lover wastes no time in getting his part of the outfit together

You encourage him not to go all out in a fursuit, but to at least get something reminiscent to what Beast would wear

So when he shows up on your doorstep to pick you up, you’re practically bursting at the seams

Horns on his head and a blue tailcoat outfit with ruffles sticking out from his built chest. And…

“Did you put fangs in?” “Mmh-mmh!”

He welcomes the kisses you plant on him until one of his fangs comes loose

“Yah, chill!”

After a quick fix, the two of you walk hand in hand to the fairgrounds, taking care not to let the dirt sully your outfits

You’re holding your skirts up most of the time, but Changbin is quick to take over whenever he could see your arms getting tired

He even took it upon himself to lift and carry you over a giant spot of mud

“Princesses need to stay prim and proper!”

The both of you are one of the last to leave, getting carried away with dancing and taking pictures in every possible area

Despite the way your eyes are drooping, you kindly decline your boyfriend’s offer to carry you home, noticing how he looked ready to sleep as well

After washing up and changing into comfier clothes, you lay in bed with Changbin’s head on your chest, catching up on the mystery novel you had started recently

“Jagi?”

You peek down from the pages to see his drowsy eyes gazing up at you

“Read to me?”

There was no part of you that could say no to that face

You continued, reading out loud in a soft voice while Changbin hummed in interest at the subject matter

But at some point, you both doze off, the plot twist waiting to be revealed the next day

The beast and his princess needed some rest

Hyunjin - Vampire and Victim

There was little room for discussion on what Hyunjin was going to be for Halloween

His entire being screamed that he was the perfect template for a vampire, and you? You were going to be his willing victim

Even though he gave you sass (when does he never?), Hyunjin was quick to jump on board when you suggested Edward and Bella as an alternative

“Absolutely not. I am not washing glitter out of my hair for days.” “Great! I hung your cloak in your closet.”

For someone who was fussing at first, he spent forever in the bathroom getting ready while you sat on his bed in your gauzy dress

“Hyunjin, how long does it take to put some eyeshadow on?” “I have to have the perfect depth and shape! Just five more minutes, angel.”

Five turns into twenty and by the time you hear him step out, your mouth is open and ready to fire off, but the barbs are shot down when you lay your eyes on your boyfriend

“How do I look?”

Like a character straight from an Anne Rice novel; dark hair cascading around his face, burgundy tinted around his eyes and a light trail of blood dripping down his plump lips. He’s absolute perfection

But all that comes out of your mouth is a jumbled noise

One that makes Hyunjin laugh boldly, effectively breaking the spell

“What was that?!” “Sh-shut up! Please tell me you’re done so I can call the Lyft.”

Thankfully, he is, and now you can both make your way down to the city

The streets are crowded, despite its wide berth, forcing you two to hold onto each other tight

Especially when some eyes lingered in your direction for a little too long

You felt Hyunjin’s arms tighten when a lumberjack blatantly looks you up and down

“Stay close to me.”

You’re quick to show your disapproval when an undead nurse shoots your lover a coy smile

“I should be saying that to you.”

The further the night goes on, the more on edge you are

You were used to people checking out your boyfriend, but tonight was a new record

Hyunjin seemed to be as miffed as you were, his replies becoming more and more terse and his stare growing sharper

After a group of cheerleaders yelled at him that he looked hot as fuck, you stopped in your tracks

“I want to go.”

Your low request had his head turning, frowning at how bothered your expression became; a far cry from the light-hearted one you started with

“Y/N?” “Can we just go home and watch some movies? There’s too many people here.”

Crowds were never a problem for you. Hyunjin was quick to discern what troubled you, holding your hand tighter before dragging you off to the side

Despite you asking what he was doing, he continued until he was able to pin you against one of the buildings

“Hyunjin?”

He remained silent, a faint fire in his dark eyes as he leaned down to latch his mouth onto your neck

For what felt like an eternity, his lips and teeth lavished onto your skin, taking care to avoid the puncture marks you drew

You didn’t mind the sudden attack, but the two of you were in plain sight!

You even made eye contact with a few passersby, reactions ranging from flustered to encouraging. Although, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, fingers running up and down the back of his silk shirt

By the time Hyunjin released your neck, you were panting softly, taking in the now satisfied look on his handsome face

“Sorry, darling, but I had to let everyone know you’re mine.”

Oh. That explains everything, especially the light throbbing on a specific spot on your skin

“I’m gonna have to cover this up for work tomorrow.” “Mm.”

He didn’t seem too concerned, but honestly, you weren’t either. Especially now that you had a new problem to fix

“I still think we should go home.”

Judging by your tone, Hyunjin could tell that you were distressed in a different way now, lips quirking with knowing

“Why? Do you want me to suck your blood?” “You can suck something else instead.”

Jisung - Howl and Sophie

From the moment you and Jisung began dating, he had been secretly planning what your first couple costume would be

As soon as you asked him if he wanted to dress up with you, he beamed, full cheeks expanding

Without hesitation, he suggested Howl and Sophie

You were down with the idea, your boyfriend having made you watch the movie about seven times now, causing it to crawl into your top ten list

Although, your enthusiasm lessened when he asked you to do the old woman version

“Jisung, be for real.” “I am! How are people going to understand the costume if you don’t?!”

You can only take so much more of his obnoxious whining (he said people would think he was just some sort of vampire and you threw on your grandmother's curtains!) before you snap and give in

The kisses he plants all over your face mitigate your annoyance a little. Only a little

At least there aren’t too many people who see you in your attire on Halloween night; the two of you remained inside and handed out candy to trick-or-treaters

The reactions ranged from familiarity to straight-up confusion

You almost bust a gut when a tween insisted that Jisung was dressed up as Jareth

“I’m not the Goblin King!” “You sure about that?”

Your cackles escaped as soon as he slammed the door in their face, grumbling about how that kid didn’t know shit

As soon as the last bag was given out, the porch lights were turned off and the two of you released simultaneous sighs

“Movie time?” “Yup.”

Your social batteries recharged as you and Jisung curled up on the couch, reacting strongly to the jumpscares on the screen and hiding behind the blanket whenever the gore got to be too much

After the second movie ended, he stood up and stretched, declaring the need for a bathroom break

You felt like watching one more film before calling it a night, putting it upon yourself to choose this time

When Jisung returned, his ears perked up at a recognizable tune coming from the TV

The grin you shot over the back of the couch erased whatever sleepiness he was feeling

“One more?”

He gave an even brighter smile, quickly retaking his previous spot

“One more.”

Felix - Pokémon Trainers

Something simple yet noticeable; that was the theme you and Felix were going for

And this was how you both ended up as Pokemon trainers

It felt nice to wear something that didn’t prevent you from using the bathroom or put you at risk of flashing someone

Plus, your boyfriend just looked too adorable with his cap on

The party at his best friend’s house is fun and loose, everyone dressed in all sorts of costumes as they played drinking games and danced to the blaring music

Felix throws his Pokeballs around all night, but manages to keep track of them, slipping them back into his fanny pack with ease

That is, until the liquor starts entering his system and he runs up to you in a panic

“I LOST MY BALLS!”

He screams that in the middle of Changbin’s packed living room, attracting all types of attention

You shoot everyone a nervous smile before dragging your whining partner out by the hand

“Let’s go find your balls, ‘Lix.”

The two of you manage to catch them all before deciding to get some fresh air

Sitting outside in the cool air on a patch of the backyard with your boyfriend is peaceful, his flush lessening as you both relaxed into the grass

But then you felt something thump into your leg, looking down to see a Pokeball laying next to you

“Felix…did you just throw that at me?” “Yeah.”

You frowned and prepared to scold him, but knowing his thought process at times, there had to be a reason

“Why?”

With the most heart-tugging expression on his face, he explained, “Because I choose you. And I always will.”

Maybe it’s the shots from before, but your entire body heated up at his words, your cheeks receiving the worst of it

“Dork.” “Your dork.”

You didn’t deny it, shooting Felix a smile that expressed your mutual affection for him instead. He returned the emotion before leaning in for a kiss

That is, until you stopped him

“Not in front of Pikachu.”

Felix looked down at the plushie sitting between the two of you, choosing to turn it so its back is to you before leaning in again

“He’ll be alright.”

Seungmin - Baseball Furies

Your boyfriend was a low-key kind of guy, which you always liked about him

So you were surprised when he suggested to dress up and go to Hyunjin’s big Halloween bash

But you were less surprised at who he wanted to go as

Now the two of you walked into his friend’s house, dressed in crisp baseball uniforms with your faces covered in paint

This was definitely an obscure choice, but you didn’t fight it; at least he dressed up as something

At first, you admire Seungmin’s ability to stay true to his character, nodding in greetings or using his eyes to speak

But as the night goes on, his silence works on your nerves

“Baby, do you want some punch?” “…”

“Is my paint cracking?” “…”

“Did you see Chan around?” “…”

By the time Hyunjin made it to the two of you to say hi, your patience was paper-thin

“Seungmin, aren’t you going to say hi?”

More silence that led to you leaning in to growl, “I’m gonna shove this bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle if you don’t speak.”

Nothing. Just a blank stare that had you groaning in frustration while Hyunjin giggled

“So dedicated!”

You give up on getting your boyfriend to talk eventually, making your rounds to catch up with familiar faces

But by the time you get back to Seungmin, he has an odd look on his face

“Seungmin? What’s wrong?”

His stare is stony, looking across the crowded room at something

When you follow his gaze, it takes your entire willpower not to say ‘are you fucking kidding me?’

For there was a party-goer dressed in a well-known leather vest, shooting the same piercing look back at your boyfriend

“Seungmin. Really?”

Really, judging by the way he refused to break the staring match

Fed up, you snatched the bat from his hand, giving his ass a light swat

“Ow! Hey!” Finally, some words

Scowling, you point the end of the lumber into his face, glad to see the caution replace the stoicism from before

"Grow up or you won't get past first base tonight.”

A puppy-like pout formed as he sunk under your gaze

“Yes ma’am.”

Jeongin - Luffy and Zoro

Ever since the live-action movie came out, all you and your boyfriend could talk about was One Piece, One Piece, One Piece

It was only natural that for Halloween, you both dressed up as your characters of choice

You were not surprised he picked Luffy, but he couldn’t mask his own when you told him that you were doing Zoro

“What? I think I can rock the hell out of green hair.”

Not the type to enjoy giant crowds, the two of you headed over to his best friend Seungmin’s for a little get-together for the night

Your outfits were a hit with the crew

“Wow, you guys went all out!” “My knees are cold.” “I’m already getting a headache from this wig.”

The time with your friends went by swiftly, including Jeongin being a menace to Chan over his Dracula costume and you showing off your limited sword trick knowledge (until you almost knocked over a stack of Seungmin’s books)

Before you knew it, it was time to head back

Parting ways, you and your boyfriend returned to your place to undress and wind down for the night

Until Jeongin said something that caught your attention

“I forgot I had these in my pockets!”

You turned, jaw dropping to see him pulling an absurd amount of gold coins out of his shorts

“Jeongin! Were you planning to make it hail or something?”

The way his fox-like eyes squinted was enough of an answer, making you laugh in disbelief as you finished removing your socks

“Maybe I can still put them to good use?”

You knew this man was up to no good, but you still dared to look up again, raising a painted brow

“How so?”

Jeongin stepped closer to you, head cocked as he smirked while juggling the fake doubloon between his long fingers

“Show me more of your sword tricks?”

You gave your boyfriend an expression of feigned haughtiness, straightening up to cross your legs and lean back on your arms

“I don’t know if you could afford it. I’ve got a pretty high bounty.”

Jeongin was quick to dive in his pockets and pull out handfuls of the coins, a couple clattering onto your bedroom floor

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

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Tea With Kitty (A continuation of this fic).

Original story

Ao3 version

The sun was shining, the bees were buzzing, the flowers were flowering, pitchforks and torches were on sale, and "witches" were being brutally burned at the stake.

It was just another mundane morning in the town of Gravesfield.

Inside the Wittebane household, a sleepy Caleb yawned into his right hand as he trudged tiredly to the kitchen.

It was quite evident from the bags under his eyes that he didn't obtain enough sleep last night.

Rather than rest, the blonde began to endlessly stress about the letter while in bed.

He knew the negative talks of his brother were false and far from true, but… what if they had some truth to them?

Even worse, what if they came to be true someday?

Caleb wanted to believe that Philip would always remain kind and sweet forever, but… what if he didn't?

Would it be all his fault?

The thought bothered him to no end.

He had to get it off his mind.

Perhaps preparing something to eat might do just that.

Stretching his arms, Caleb enters the kitchen and quickly freezes.

That dead thing from yesterday was still on the kitchen table, its dead eyes staring directly at him as they practically penetrated his soul.

A staring contest commenced between the two as Caleb remained frozen, his brown eyes locked on the furry creature.

All of the dead animals that Philip brought home with him from the woods freaked the elder out, but this one?

It took the cake for being the most bone-chilling.

Caleb couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about the animal was... not good.

He felt like it possessed an evil, unholy aura.

He needed to depose of it quickly before–

"KITTY!" Philip excitedly rushed past Caleb and over to the table, where he grabbed Kitty and quickly wrapped his pet into a hug.

He loved Kitty with all his heart, and the precious bond they held could never be broken.

They stuck to each other like glue.

The cuteness coming from his baby brother caused Caleb to let out a sigh.

'Too late,' he thought to himself.

...

Later, the living room clock stuck four as afternoon tea began.

Philip and Caleb were both at the table as Kitty sat in the lap of the smaller Wittebane.

As his little feet bounced idly, Philip couldn't suppress his smile.

His first ever friend was having his first ever tea with him.

The moment excited Philip greatly.

In the center of the table was a wooden teapot along with a small tray that contained a small crumpet and a small English muffin.

Both breads were coated with homemade butter.

Placing the crumpet on Philip's plate, Caleb proceeds to put the English muffin on his own plate.

When Philip picks up his tea cup, he starts eagerly shaking it sideways.

He wanted tea, and lots of it.

The brunette hoped to have his cup filled to the brim.

Caleb sees this and chuckles, taking the teapot handle.

"Hold it still, Pip," he instructs with a sunny smile as Philip does so, and Caleb begins to pour.

Content with the amount of tea in his cup, Philip blows on it for a bit and takes a small sip.

"…," spoke Kitty.

"Huh?"

Setting his cup down, Philip picks up Kitty and holds him up to his ear.

He had communicated something, but Philip didn't quite hear it.

"What was that, Kitty?" he asked.

"…," repeated Kitty once more.

Philip shifts his gaze to his older brother, who is getting ready to pour himself a cup of tea.

"Caleb, wait!"

The elder pauses and looks to Philip, setting the teapot down.

"Kitty says that he wants to pour you a cup of tea!" Philip informs in a happy tone, pointing to his pet.

"Isn't that nice of him?"

Looking at Kitty, Caleb saw his unwelcome gaze on him.

He then looks back at Philip and shines him a nervous smile.

"V-Very nice," Caleb agrees with a stutter. "Kitty is such a caring... creature."

Clearing his throat to alleviate his anxiety, he continues.

"But Pip, I think I'm capable of pouring my own cup."

Upon hearing this, Philip forms a pouty frown on his face.

"Aww, come on, Caleb," he whines. "Let Kitty pour you a cup just this once."

Holding a hand near the corner of his mouth, Philip whispers, "You’re making him feel bad."

"But Philip–"

The brunette proceeds to pull out his biggest set of puppy dog eyes, his big blue orbs sparkling with adorableness in hopes of gaining some sympathy from his brother.

Caleb breathes out a defeated sigh. "Okay, fine," he groans in agreement, giving into the minor manipulation.

Philip smiles brightly at his brother's okay as he brings Kitty over to the teapot.

He then lays his body on the handle.

"…," whispered Kitty.

"It's okay, take your time, Kitty. There's no rush," Philip would kindly reassure in a tender tone.

But, ultimately, Kitty falls flat on the table and accidentally tips the pot of tea down, sending the scorching liquid from the spout spilling onto Caleb's lap.

Ouch.

Judging from the contorted expression on Caleb's face, the tea hits the one spot every guy his age wants to shield from trauma.

Philip could clearly see the painful state his sibling was in as he winced.

"Uh-oh…," whispered Philip.

He gives his brother's sleeve a small tug. "Caleb, are you alright?" he asked in a small voice.

A wheezy chuckle came from the blonde as he spoke.

"Me? I'm fine! No, really, I am. I just… need to... go change."

Caleb rises from his seat.

"Excuse me, Philip."

Watching his brother stagger off, Philip looks to Kitty.

"…," states Kitty.

Philip nods his head in agreement with the statement.

"Yeah, I don't think he's okay either..."

(Author's note: A small headcanon I'd like to share is that Kitty, when "he" was alive, was actually a female opossum, but Philip doesn't know that and just refers to "him" as "he". Just thought I'd share that little fun fact.)

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Virtual mondays

It was a crisp Monday morning, and the sunlight streamed through the windows of Rachel Zegler and Y/N's cozy apartment. Rachel, known for her talent in acting and singing, was quietly moving around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for herself and her girlfriend Y/N. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sizzling sound of eggs filled the air.

Meanwhile, Y/N, a diligent student majoring in marketing and communication, was nestled on the living room table with her laptop open for her online class. She sipped from her favorite black tea infused with apple and cinnamon, a comforting ritual to start her day. A plate of warm toast with melted cheese was neatly arranged beside her, ready to be devoured during the break.

Rachel couldn't help but smile as she watched Y/N engrossed in her virtual class. She admired Y/N's dedication and passion for her studies, and it made her heart swell with pride. Rachel joined her on the living room couch, wrapping her arms around Y/N from behind, planting a sweet kiss on her cheek.

"Good morning, beautiful," Rachel whispered, her warm breath tickling Y/N's ear.

Y/N turned to face her with a soft smile, momentarily distracted from the lecture on her screen. "Morning, love. Breakfast smells amazing."

"I wanted to make sure my hardworking student starts the day right," Rachel said, placing a gentle kiss on Y/N's forehead.

As Y/N continued her class, Rachel settled beside her, offering silent support. The couple cherished these quiet moments, finding solace in each other's company. Y/N's attention remained focused on her studies, occasionally stealing glances at Rachel, who was flipping through a script for an upcoming project.

The morning unfolded seamlessly, with Y/N's online class progressing smoothly. The cozy apartment provided a perfect backdrop for their daily routine. Rachel, always the caring partner, refilled Y/N's tea and made sure she had everything she needed to stay comfortable.

Y/N stretched and turned to Rachel with a grateful smile. "Thanks for the lovely breakfast and keeping me company, babe."

"Anytime, my love. Rachel quickly tiptoed to the kitchen for another steaming cup of coffee and wondered if she hadn’t distracted her girlfriend by being with her on the couch but when she stood at the doorframe looking at Y/N she felt good.

As Y/N delved into her classwork, Rachel decided to provide her silent support by grabbing her latest book and a steaming cup of coffee. She settled in behind Y/N, leaning against the backrest of the couch. Lenny, their furry companion, seized the opportunity to join the cozy scene, snuggling up into Rachel's side.

Y/N was engrossed in her online class, carefully listening to the lecture while diligently working on her tasks. The rhythmic typing of her fingers on the keyboard echoed in the room, creating a soothing backdrop to the ambient sounds of the apartment.

Rachel, with her book in hand, occasionally stole glances at Y/N's focused expression. Her heart swelled with admiration for Y/N's dedication and intelligence. Lenny seemed to sense the serene atmosphere, contentedly nuzzling against Rachel, adding an extra layer of warmth to the room.

As Y/N absorbed the knowledge from the virtual class, Rachel flipped through the pages of her book, occasionally sipping her coffee. The quiet hum of the apartment became a symphony of productivity and companionship.

Feeling the weight of Rachel's presence, Y/N turned and met her gaze with a grateful smile. Rachel responded with a reassuring nod and a tender expression. Together, they created a space where learning and love coexisted harmoniously.

When the much-needed break finally arrived, Y/N stretched her limbs and let out a contented sigh. The weight of the class temporarily lifted, and she turned to Rachel with a grateful smile.

"Ten minutes of freedom," Y/N declared, setting her laptop aside.

Rachel closed her book, and Lenny reluctantly shifted from his cozy position on her lap. The trio decided to make the most of the short break. Y/N took a deep breath and joined Rachel on the couch, leaning against her with a sense of ease.

"Need anything during your break, love?" Rachel asked, running her fingers through Y/N's hair.

"Just you and maybe a refill of that amazing tea," Y/N replied, flashing a playful grin.

Rachel chuckled and headed to the kitchen, returning with a fresh cup of tea for Y/N and another steaming coffee for herself. They shared a brief exchange of laughter and affectionate glances, savoring the stolen moments between Y/N's classes.

Sensing the energy shift, Lenny wagged his tail and eagerly joined the couple on the couch. Y/N took a sip of her tea, reveling in the rich flavor, while Rachel wrapped her arm around her, creating a cocoon of warmth.

As the ten minutes flew by, Y/N felt recharged and ready to tackle the remainder of her class. She gave Rachel a lingering kiss before returning to her virtual classroom.

"Alright, back to the grind," Y/N said with determination, though the smile on her face hinted at the joy of having Rachel by her side.

Rachel winked, and Lenny gave a playful bark as if to cheer Y/N on.

As Y/N focused on her task, immersed in the document on her laptop, she occasionally marked key points, ensuring she absorbed the information thoroughly. Rachel, seated nearby, began to feel the rumble of hunger in her stomach. It was a gentle reminder that it was time to whip up a snack for both of them.

Not wanting to disrupt Y/N's concentration, Rachel gently placed a hand on her shoulder and mouthed, "I'll be in the kitchen making a snack, alright?"

Y/N nodded appreciatively, her eyes still fixed on the screen. Rachel rose from the couch and tiptoed to the kitchen, careful not to disturb the quiet ambiance of the room.

In the kitchen, Rachel rummaged through the cabinets, gathering ingredients for a quick and satisfying snack. She decided on a classic favorite - avocado toast with a sprinkle of chili flakes and a drizzle of olive oil. The aroma of the toasting bread and the creamy avocado filled the air, creating an irresistible scent that wafted into the living room.

Meanwhile, Y/N diligently continued her task, occasionally glancing over her laptop screen to catch glimpses of Rachel in the kitchen. The anticipation of a delicious snack added a touch of excitement to the otherwise focused atmosphere.

After a few minutes, Rachel returned to the living room, carrying a tray with two plates of avocado toast and two glasses of refreshing iced tea. She set the tray on the coffee table, and Y/N looked up from her laptop, a grateful smile spreading across her face.

"Snack time!" Rachel announced cheerfully. Y/N couldn't help but admire Rachel's thoughtfulness.

As Rachel set down the tray of avocado toast and iced tea, she cheerfully announced, "Snack time!" However, in the midst of her excitement, Y/N forgot to mute herself on the online class, and Rachel's voice resonated through the virtual space, catching the attention of her classmates.

A chorus of playful laughter and comments erupted through the speakers, making Y/N blush in embarrassment. The teasing comments from her classmates came pouring in, each one more exaggerated than the last.

"Wow, Y/N, does Rachel always make you snacks during class?" one classmate chimed in.

Another one jokingly said, "I thought Hollywood stars had personal chefs. Must be nice to have Rachel Zegler cooking for you!"

Y/N, trying to play along, responded with a nervous laugh, "Yeah, you caught me. Rachel's my personal chef now. It's in her contract."

The banter continued as Rachel joined in on the fun, her voice audible in the background. "I'm here for all your snack needs, just place an order!" she joked, embracing the unexpected spotlight.

The class erupted into laughter, and the teasing took on a lighthearted tone. Y/N's professor, sensing the camaraderie, chimed in, "Well, it seems like we have a celebrity chef in our midst. Y/N, does Rachel's cooking live up to the Hollywood standards?"

Y/N, still blushing but enjoying the playful banter, replied, "Absolutely! Rachel's avocado toast deserves an Oscar!"

The comments and laughter continued for a few more minutes, creating a jovial atmosphere in the virtual classroom. Eventually, the class refocused on the academic content, but the unexpected interruption had added a touch of humor and camaraderie to the online session.

As Rachel settled back behind Y/N on the couch with her book in hand, the playful banter from the online class had subsided, and a more focused atmosphere returned. Y/N, still engrossed in her classwork, continued to read through the documents on her laptop, occasionally making notes and marking important points.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, her hand found its way to Rachel's thigh as a natural gesture of comfort. The contact wasn't intentional, but it had an unintended effect on Rachel, who couldn't help but smile at the subtle touch. The warmth of Y/N's hand on her thigh created a sense of connection, adding an extra layer of intimacy to their shared space.

Just as the two were settling into the peaceful rhythm, the docent interrupted the quiet with an announcement, "Alright, class, it's time for a quick task. Please turn on your cameras."

Y/N's head shot up, her focus momentarily broken. She looked at Rachel with a mix of surprise and concern. Rachel, understanding the situation, gently squeezed Y/N's hand on her thigh, offering a reassuring smile.

Y/N sighed and reluctantly turned on her camera, revealing the cozy living room background. The docent's face appeared on the screen, and the class collectively shifted their attention.

"Great to see everyone! Now, for our task today, we'll do a quick round of introductions. Share a fun fact about yourself that nobody in the class knows. Let's keep it light and interesting!"

The virtual grid of faces filled the screen, each student taking their turn to introduce themselves and share a tidbit. When it was Y/N's turn, she took a deep breath and said, "Hi, everyone! I'm Y/N, and, uh, here's a fun fact... I once had a celebrity chef make me avocado toast during an online class." She shot a playful glance at Rachel.

The class erupted into laughter, and the docent chuckled, saying, "Well, that's certainly a unique fun fact! Now, let's move on to the next person."

As the introductions continued, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Rachel, who was enjoying the lighthearted atmosphere. Rachel, for her part, gave Y/N an encouraging smile, appreciating her sense of humor in navigating the unexpected attention.

Once the introductions concluded, the docent thanked the class and resumed the regular session. Y/N turned off her camera, and the living room returned to its quiet state.

"That was unexpected," Y/N remarked, feeling a mix of amusement and relief.

Rachel chuckled, "Well, I guess our little snack time escapade made quite an impression. Avocado toast strikes again!"

Y/N grinned, realizing that even in the midst of unexpected interruptions and playful teasing, their shared moments brought a sense of joy and connection to their otherwise routine day.

As Y/N continued with the class, engaged in explaining her thoughts on the topic at hand, the docent posed a question that required her response. Y/N, ever diligent, responded with articulate detail, her voice projecting through the virtual classroom.

Rachel, who had been attentively reading her book, caught a humorous remark slipped into Y/N's explanation. A subtle snicker escaped Rachel's lips, and she tried to stifle her laughter with a hand over her mouth, not wanting to distract Y/N during her moment in the spotlight.

Y/N, in the midst of her explanation, noticed the soft sound of Rachel's amusement and turned to her with a raised eyebrow, curious about the source of her girlfriend's amusement. A mischievous glint appeared in Rachel's eyes as she mouthed, "You're so cute when you're passionate about this."

The unexpected comment sent a wave of warmth and amusement through Y/N, who couldn't help but blush. Trying to maintain her composure, she continued answering the question, occasionally exchanging playful glances with Rachel.

The docent, unaware of the interaction, nodded appreciatively at Y/N's response. "Great insight, Y/N. Now, does anyone have any questions or additional points to add?"

As the class discussion continued, Y/N and Rachel managed to keep their composure, maintaining the professionalism of the virtual setting. However, the shared glances and subtle gestures added a layer of intimacy to the online class, creating a unique and special connection between the two.

When the class concluded, Y/N turned off her mic and gave Rachel a playful nudge. "What was that snicker about?"

Rachel grinned, "Just admiring my brilliant and passionate girlfriend. You make even the most mundane topics sound fascinating."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, but the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her fondness for Rachel's compliments.The docent asked his students to turn on the camera again.

As soon as her camera turned on, she couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort as she felt Rachels arms wrapping around her, but little did she know, Rachel had something else in mind. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Rachel slowly started to run her fingers down Y/n's back, causing her to shiver.

'Rachel, not now,' Y/n whispered, trying to focus on the lesson at hand.

But Rachel wasn't one to back down from a challenge. She continued her teasing, trailing her fingers down Y/n's sides, making her squirm in her seat. Y/n couldn't believe her girlfriend's audacity, she was in the middle of class and Rachel was trying to turn her on.

As Y/n was trying to answer a question that the docent had asked, Rachel's hands found their way to Y/n's pants. She started to tease and rub Y/n's clit, causing her to bite her lip to suppress a moan. Y/n's cheeks turned a bright shade of red, she couldn't believe Rachel was doing this right now.

'Rachel, stop it!' Y/n hissed, trying to maintain her composure.

But Rachel was relentless, she wanted to see how far she could push Y/n. Her fingers found their way inside Y/n's panties, stroking her wet folds and making her gasp. Y/n was now struggling to concentrate on the lesson, her mind clouded with pleasure and frustration.

'Y/n, are you okay? You seem a bit distracted,' the docent's voice interrupted Y/n's thoughts.

Y/n's eyes widened in panic, she couldn't let the camera see what was happening. She quickly tried to push Rachel's hand away, but Rachel was determined to make her girlfriend lose control. She started to finger Y/n, slowly at first but then picking up the pace as she felt Y/n getting closer to the edge.

Y/n bit her lip harder, trying to stifle a moan as Rachel's fingers worked their magic. She was now struggling to even form coherent sentences, let alone answer the docent's question. Y/n couldn't believe she was getting turned on in the middle of an online class, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through her body.

Just as Y/n was about to reach her peak, Y/N turned off the camera and muted herself. Rachel pulled her hand away and gave Y/n a sly smile, knowing she had succeeded in her mission. Y/n could only glare at her girlfriend, feeling both frustrated and aroused.

'Rachel, that was so not cool. I was trying to focus and you just had to distract me,' Y/n scolded, trying to fix her disheveled appearance.

'Come on, baby. You have to admit, it was pretty hot,' Rachel said, winking at Y/n.

As the virtual class continued, Rachel couldn't resist the playful temptation to pull Y/N closer. Seated behind her on the couch, Rachel gently tugged Y/N towards her, wrapping her arms around her waist in an unexpected embrace. The subtle yet intimate gesture caught Y/N off guard, and for a moment, the virtual classroom fell silent.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, and she shot a quick glance at Rachel, who wore a mischievous grin. The docent, unaware of the private moment, continued with the class discussion, but Y/N's focus had shifted entirely.

"Um, sorry, I got distracted," Y/N stammered, readjusting her position and trying to regain composure.

Rachel chuckled softly, her warm breath tickling Y/N's ear. "I couldn't resist. You just looked so cute."

The cheeky comment sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. The unexpected mixture of embarrassment and arousal made her cheeks flush. "Rachel, seriously? We're in the middle of a class."

"I know, I know," Rachel whispered, her lips dangerously close to Y/N's ear. "But you're irresistible, and I couldn't resist teasing you a little."

Y/N, torn between annoyance and excitement, whispered back, "You're impossible."

The virtual class continued, and Y/N struggled to concentrate as Rachel's playful touches continued. The warmth of Rachel's body against hers sent a wave of desire through Y/N, making it increasingly challenging to focus on the academic discussion.

Finally, the docent announced a break, and Y/N hastily turned off her camera, shooting a reproachful look at Rachel. "What was that all about?"

Rachel, still grinning, replied, "I just wanted to spice up your virtual class experience."

"Well, you certainly succeeded," Y/N retorted, trying to hide the fact that she found the unexpected turn of events both frustrating and undeniably arousing.

Feeling a mix of frustration and desire after the playful distractions during the virtual class, Y/N decided to take a moment to collect herself. She pushed her back from the couch and almost stormed towards the kitchen table, needing a change of scenery to regain focus.

As she reached the table, Y/N took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering effects of Rachel's teasing. She glanced around the familiar surroundings of their apartment, the cozy ambiance that had witnessed countless moments of laughter, love, and occasional mischief.

Rachel, sensing Y/N's frustration, followed her to the kitchen table. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I'm just trying to focus on my class, and you're making it... difficult."

Rachel smirked, understanding the dual meaning in Y/N's words. "I may have gotten carried away. My apologies, love."

Y/N shot her a half-amused, half-exasperated look. "You think?"

Rachel approached Y/N and wrapped her arms around her, trying to offer comfort. "Let's finish the class without any more distractions, okay?"

Y/N leaned into Rachel's embrace, appreciating the warmth and support. "Fine, but behave."

"I promise," Rachel replied, planting a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead.

As they returned to the living room and Y/N resumed her seat, the virtual class continued. This time, Rachel made a conscious effort to keep things focused and distraction-free. Y/N appreciated the effort, and the rest of the class proceeded without any unexpected surprises.

Once the class concluded, Y/N closed her laptop and turned to Rachel with a half-smile. "I love you, but you drive me crazy sometimes."

Rachel grinned, "I know, it's my special talent. But you love me for it, right?"

Y/N chuckled, "Yeah, I do."

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