@pureaudiodawesomeness submitted:
I picked up what I thought was a stray on the side of the road last night and it turns out he’s a werewolf. “Um. Can I offer you some pancakes?”
He looked up at me like I was the one who had just changed species in front of someone’s eyes.
“I think I’ll just settle for a pair of pants or something, thank you.”
He somehow reminded me of Inuyasha, but I had enough sense not to tell him that. I also had enough sense to mentally kick myself for comparing a guy in literally just an oversized jersey who I had thought was a stray dog whose previous owner happened to be a fan of the Aggies to a half dog demon in an anime I hardly remembered anymore.
“I… actually don’t think I own any pants, sorry. Or at least, none that are baggy enough to fit you.”
“Great.”, he mumbled as I busied myself with the flour.
“I do, however, own plenty of pancake fixings and would be perfectly fine getting you some. You sure you don’t want pancakes?”
He looked up at me and raised his eyebrow.
He didn’t spend two seconds contemplating his reply, “All of them.”
He trailed off, letting his gaze fall to the ground and drag across the the divide between the hardwood floor of the living room and the peeling linoleum of the kitchen.
“Well, if we’re going to have them ready before lunch, you’re going to have to help.”
He looked up with what I genuinely swear were the most adorable puppy dog eyes I have seen in ever.
“You mean… you’ll really make them?”
“Oh, come on, don’t be so negative.”
“No buts! If we really are going to exhaust all pancake possibilities, I’m going to need some help. Get down the rest of the mixing bowls and all of the measuring spoons and cups in that drawer, then grab all the recipe books and man the computer.”
He stared at me for a few seconds, so I felt the need to remind him time was ticking.
His face turned red and he rushed over to the cabinet. I was glad the jersey he was wearing was at least ten sizes too big, or else I’d feel uncomfortable standing next to him. He handed me all the things I needed inhumanly quick. Which… made perfect sense, actually.
“What now?”, he was sitting on the couch cross legged with my laptop. His shaggy hair draped over his still-pinkish face and he couldn’t seem to look me in the eye.
“Look up pancake recipes. I don’t mean just regular pancakes, I have that memorized, I mean insane recipes that look like they might not even be possible to make.”
“I have every ingredient known to man somewhere in this house.”
“Very funny. Now look up the recipes.”
He nodded and started tapping away at the keys while I began combining the ingredients.
“Okay,” he said, “so far we have strawberry, banana, I’m assuming blueberry and chocolate chip are somewhere in those cookbooks, and bacon pancakes.”
“You just couldn’t help yourself.”, I smirked.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”, he jumped. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. I had expected him to go along with it.
“No, really, what is it?”
I swear, if dogs with separation anxiety could talk, this is what they would sound like.
“Please?”, he begged. Seriously, how did he ever hide the fact that he was a werewolf from anyone? But my inner commentary was cut short by the heartbreaking look on his face.
“I mean… it’s sorta because… you’re a werewolf. Get it? Bacon pancakes, dogs, were-”
“I’m not a dog.”, he said flatly. He stared at me intensely with eyes that were the most terrifying thing I had ever seen in my life. Like… well, like a wolf. A really, really pissed off wolf.
“R- right. Sorry. I just thought it would be funny. Besides, you didn’t seem to have a problem with it before.”
“I was a wolf then. I can’t even re-”
“No, I meant a few minutes ago, when I told you to get the baking supplies.”
His face suddenly flushed again.
“Th- that was… okay, so maybe I like being treated like a dog sometimes. But there’s a difference between treated like a dog and mistaken for one. That’s all.”
“Oh, right. Sorry Aggie.”
“What now?”, he quirked his head to the side like a dog learning a new trick. Seriously, when this guy wasn’t bone chillingly terrifying, he was the most adorable thing ever!
“Oh, when I thought… um… when I picked you up, I saw your jersey and started referring to you as Aggie. What’s your… actual… name?”
I felt really stupid for not asking sooner. It seemed like basic logic to know the name of the werewolf you were harboring.
“I’ve lived alone for as long as I can remember. I quite literally own only the clothes on my back.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Where’d you find the jersey?”
“I was about one hundred and… two, three, 144 moons old. People use years, though, don’t they?”
“… Yes, you were about twelve. You seriously went around without clothes until you were twelve?”
“It’s not like I ever talked to anyone, and the only reason I took that long was I started feeling… weird without something to cover me up.”
“It’s… it’s a change all humans go through to… mature. Yeah, let’s go with that.”
“Has it happened to you yet?”
“Of course! How else would I have these!”, I gestured to my chest and immediately regretted the decision. His expression didn’t change, though. In fact, he actually looked down his jersey and looked back at me with a completely bewildered look on his face.
“Is this a werewolf thing?”
“Well, your chest is bigger than mine, so is it just a werewolf thing for mine to be smaller?”
I stood there silently for a second before I started snickering, which turned into a giggle attack, and pretty soon I could hardly breathe. As I was gasping for breath to supply my guffaws with more oxygen, I heard a loud howling sort of sound. I choked back my next few tremors of laughter to look over at… well I guess Aggie was his name now. He wasn’t laughing, I didn’t think, not exactly. He was quite literally howling. Like a wolf.
When he noticed I had stopped, he cut himself short and looked over at me. A blush was creeping across his cheeks and I for once didn’t have a lupine-related simile. His face looked like a deer in the headlights. He quickly darted his hazel eyes away. I hadn’t noticed that before.
“S- sorry. I just- this probably shatters my whole thing about not being a dog, doesn’t it?”
I smiled at him. And walked over. I remembered when he was a wolf he’d liked being scratched behind the ears, so I reached around his head and-
“I- I told you I’m… not a… dog… mm, a little to the left.”
The simple look of euphoria on his face was so… so… suddenly my lips were on his and I can’t really remember exactly what my hands were doing, but he shoved me off a few seconds later. The look in his eyes wasn’t just pissed this time, it was outright vicious.
“WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!!?”
“JUST NOTHING, I’M BEING SERIOUS! WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU DO?!! I-”, the fire in his eyes died down a bit. Just a bit. “I’ve never felt that way before… I- don’t know if I like it.”
He stared off into space for a few seconds before saying,
“Maybe we should try again. So that I have a fair warning and am not in a vulnerable position with you basically taking advantage of the fact that I’m…”
“Sorry. Really, I’m sorry, I just-”
He kissed me again before I could finish my sentence. I’m not exactly sure how long our makeout session was, but by the end of it we were on the floor and didn’t resemble anything respectable. We stared at each-other for a few seconds before Aggie said,
“We should probably get started on those pancakes.”
He made sure his jersey wasn’t too high on his hip and sat up. He amazed and fascinated me more and more each second. I reached back behind his head and brushed my fingers across where I had been scratching. He blushed, but didn’t move my hand.
“Maybe we can just stay here for a while.”, I suggested. He looked at me with those same big puppy eyes.
I smirked, “Yeah, you’re right. Alright, c’mon Aggie, we can make the bacon pancakes first.”
He gave me this irritated look that once again reminded me of Inuyasha as we both stood up.
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