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laundry | yan!wolfboy x gn!reader | tw: none i think?? some obsessive-ish behaviour, established relationship, reader is smaller than wolf, i still havent picked a name for him LOL

you had never enjoyed doing laundry, but usually you were at least better at keeping up with it.

but it wasn’t your fault that you hadn’t had time lately - even when you weren’t at work, you still had a 6”8 wolf hanging off your arm at all times. and how could you push him away, with the way he pressed his nose against your neck, smiling so wide you could feel his teeth against your skin.

that was beside the point, though, because you had officially run out of clothes to wear.

luckily you had some time to yourself today; with your wolf still at work (despite his constant complaints about how much time it took up, time that could’ve been spent with you) you had plenty of time to run a load of laundry.

but the damage had been done, you realized, opening your closet after a shower to see that you had nothing clean left. you considered just staying in a towel until the laundry was done, before realizing you only had a few minutes until your boyfriend got home, and as nice as the past few weeks had been you weren’t really at the ‘naked surprise’ level of your relationship left.

instead, your tired mind made the decision to just steal wolf’s clothes. not only did most of his clothes looked extremely comfortable, but you could just throw them in with your next load of laundry - he probably wouldn’t mind, you thought, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a worn t-shirt.

a couple minutes later, a very annoyed wolf stomped through the door of your apartment. he was ready to crash onto the couch when he saw you there, practically drowning in his clothes, idly scrolling through your phone with your legs kicked up onto the couch.

“hm? oh, welcome home.”

wolf didn’t respond, staring down at you with his yellow eyes blown wide. right as you were about to say something, he dived down, knocking the wind out of you as he rested his head on your chest.

after being momentarily stunned by his sudden movement, you slowly brought your hand up to run through his hair, wrapping your other arm around his back.

“rough day?”

he didn’t respond immediately, instead just letting out a content sigh, bringing a hand up under your (his) shirt, tracing hearts on your hip with a calloused finger. you were sure he’d be purring if he could.

“not anymore.”

(you didn’t get anymore laundry done that day.)

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im obsessed with ur wolfboy and bunny person writing <3 its so cute and hits a huge soft spot for me

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yan!wolfboy x gn!bunnyperson!reader | tw: yandere behaviour, reader is referred to as ‘bunny’ and described as small, nsfw at the end

sharing an apartment with someone you barely knew wasn’t exactly your ideal, but you had to pay rent somehow.

it was a two bedroom apartment anyway, so you honestly didn’t see much of wolf for the first few months of you living together. he was a bit of a loner, you gathered, which was fine with you.

until the dishes started piling up.

now, you wouldn’t consider yourself an overly neat person or anything, but wasn’t it common courtesy to clean up after yourself?

at this point, the most you’d ever talked to wolf was ‘good morning’ and ‘how are you?’ every few days. but if you were going to continue living together you had to set some ground rules.

when wolf came out of his room, yawning, dressed casually in a hoodie and sweatpants, he was not expecting an annoyed bunny standing next to the kitchen counter.

you tried to politely ask him to clean up after himself - you cleaned up your own messes, it was only fair - but he only sighed.

“i’ll do it later.”

“when’s later?” you frowned. “these have been here for days!”

“get off my case.” he snarled, revealing sharp canine teeth that he’d used to scare off other wolves. but even despite his intimidation, you didn’t back down.

jabbing a finger into his chest, you glared back at him. “clean up your messes.”

“or what?”

“or i’ll make you.” was the last thing you said before stomping away, slamming your door for good measure.

looking back on it, you’re not sure why you were so mad about it. maybe it was the stress of your day, maybe you were sleep-deprived, maybe it was the condescending way he’d tried to intimidate you. but it didn’t matter.

after that, the dishes were gone, clean and put away. there was less clutter, too; where there had once been jackets and hoodies on the couch, there was folded blankets. even the fridge and pantry seemed more organized.

unbeknownst to you, that small interaction with wolf had awoken something in him. at over 6 feet tall, with sharp teeth and claws and a deep voice, wolf was used to people letting him do whatever he wanted. to have someone - a little bunny, at that - stand up to him was… new.

now, when he saw you, he couldn’t help the way his eyes widened and his ears fell flat against his head. for the first time in his life, the big bad wolf was acting like a lovesick puppy.

not that he minded.

he probably should’ve been annoyed at the way he melted for someone he barely knew, but he couldn’t be, not when he was busy admiring you, busy trying to hear your voice, busy trying to find any excuse to be around you.

but it wasn’t enough.

it’s not like you avoided him, per se, but you’d known him to be a lone wolf; aside from thanking him for cleaning up (over text - you didn’t see the way his eyes lit up, practically drooling over your praise), you didn’t want to disturb his solitude.

and wolf, despite his normal confidence, was too scared to just ask you to spend time together. so he did the next best thing.

luckily for him, you didn’t even notice when the t-shirt at the bottom of your dirty laundry went missing. which meant he had all the time he wanted to rub his face on it, inhaling as much of your scent as he could, wishing he could hold onto the real thing.

eventually, though, that wasn’t enough either. so he started swiping other things - toothbrushes, jackets, maybe a couch pillow you had napped on recently.

if you noticed these things go missing, you never mentioned it to him. and you never went into his room, so he had no worries about his poorly-hidden pile of your items.

after almost a month of sleeping on your jacket and chewing on your toothbrush (you probably wouldn’t want him to return that one anyway, he figured, what with the teeth marks and drool), wolf struck gold.

he’d been sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. why? well, today was the day you did laundry, and if he was lucky he’d be here when you walked past. maybe you’d even say hi to him, he did love hearing your sweet voice, after all.

but you didn’t say hi. in fact, you were in such a rush that you walked straight past him without a glance.

he didn’t have much time to be upset at that, though, when he noticed what you’d dropped in your rush.

wolf knew it was bad to steal your underwear. but… you dropped it, so surely you wouldn’t miss it too much, right? (even if you did, he wasn’t sure he could give it back, not after the euphoria he’d felt being able to smell and feel something that had been so close to you.)

(if you heard the whimpers coming from his room that night, you were merciful enough to not bring them up. wolf didn’t know how he’d react if you asked - he couldn’t exactly tell you he’d had the best high of his life just from fucking himself with his face in your used underwear.)

but even that wasn’t enough for him for long.

unaware of his inner turmoil, you were more than surprised to see wolf walking up to where you sat on the couch, only to rest his head on your thighs. before you could say anything, he whined pathetically (how could he not, when he was so close to the person he liked - no, what he felt was love, he was sure of it).

“please, bunny.” he whispered, looking up at you with big, wet eyes. “just - just let me lay here a little longer?”

…well, looks like it’s up to you now. ♡

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yan!sweetheart (lucy marell) x gn!reader | tw: slight yandere behaviour, mentions of injuries/a car crash

a 20 year old starting college, lucy was quickly known around campus for being extremely well-liked. always willing to lend a hand to help her peers and faculty, the word most used to describe lucy was sweet.

with soft brown hair, big brown eyes, and a penchant for cute yet comfy looking clothes, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that she had a few admirers; most of them were too intimidated by her status as campus princess to ever ask her out, though, and the ones brave enough to shoot their shot were shut down immediately (although the rejection was so polite they could never be too upset about it).

lucy didn’t have many close friends, but she was friendly with everyone, so it was inevitable that some of the more gossipy students ask her about her disinterest in dating. they always got the same answer:

“i’m just waiting for the one, y’know?”

growing up, lucy was rather isolated. after being hit by a car at the young age of seven, lucy’s life was spent in and out of hospitals for a not-insignificant amount of time.

during this period lucy spent much of her time alone. her parents were preoccupied with work; her older brother with school. the only person lucy saw regularly was the nurse her parents hired to watch over her, helping to make sure she could heal properly.

unfortunately for said nurse, lucy wasn’t exactly thrilled about the many months of bedrest. in order to keep her from her rambunctious antics the nurse gave her the best medicine she could think of: romance books.

although lucy wasn’t very interested in adventure or nonfiction, she quickly latched on to romance stories. tales of princes saving princesses, of childhood friends turned more, of girls-next-door’s falling for bad boys; every love story she could find, lucy devoured.

to her nurse and family, this had a positive effect on her! not only did she start to gain an impressive vocabulary, but her one-track-mind kept her from overexerting her already weakened state.

it wasn’t until she grew older that her fascination with romance novels started to show in her interactions with other people.

even once she was well enough to attend school again, lucy mostly kept to herself. she had no interest in making friends, and clearly avoided any potentially romantic interactions.

by the time she got to college lucy had become more extroverted, making many casual friendships, but she still kept everyone at arm’s length. why? because she needed to save room for her love interest, of course!

lucy didn’t know when she’d find love, but she knew better than anyone how much it would change her life. after all, in all of her favorite stories, once the main characters fell in love and lived happily ever after they didn’t have many scenes with the secondary cast.

and so, lucy spent her days diligently studying, watching romcoms, and showing kindness to everyone she encountered (just like a romance heroine)!

until you walked in.

despite her adoration of them, lucy had never quite believed the scenes of love at first sight, the way time stops and everything else dims. but that day she realized how much they underexaggerated.

lucy swears the first time she saw you her heart stopped in her chest.

it was like everything fell into place.

now all she had to do was make sure your love story went off without a hitch ♡

you, on the other hand, had no clue what had just occurred, the life changing effect you’d had on someone you’d never even talked to. after all, you were much too preoccupied with your failing grades.

it wasn’t that you didn’t understand the material. but it had only taken a month at college for you to be completely burnt out, so much so that you misplaced your notes and didn’t end up studying - and it showed in your test scores. you tried to explain to the professor that it was just a slip up, that you’ll try harder from now on, but you could tell they weren’t buying it.

unfortunately, that failure meant that you had no choice but to ace the upcoming class project, worth a large chunk of your grades for the semester. luckily for you the professor took the opportunity to set you up with the class’s best student in hopes their good study habits might rub off on you.

lucy couldn’t have been more excited when she heard that you were working on this project together. a perfect meet-cute! (just ignore how she’d been stalking your social media for almost a week. and how she’d stolen one of your notebooks, just to trace her fingers over your handwriting. how was she supposed to know you wouldn’t be able to study without it?)

but that was okay! it was her borrowing that brought you two together, after all!

and now she had the perfect chance to impress upon you that she’s the only best candidate for your sweetheart! ♡