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purpleberiii · 3 months

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What do you think will happen if Nightingale's wife reverted back to a child, let's say for about a week? But then the sinners want to steal Nightingale's wife to the point that Nightingale will walk in her office to see her wife surrounded with Zoya, Bai Yi, Langley, Shalom, Rahu, Eleven, Eirene, Chameleon, Chealsea and Hamel

All are planning something but luckily your wife was there to save you

-💜anon

Omg this is an amazing idea 😫

"Little Ms. Captain"

☆Prompt: Eureka made a potion and wanted the arrest captain to try it out. After seeing the effects of the potion, she knew she made a mistake somewhere.

☆Warnings: Wholesome fluff, includes, Nightingale, Bai Yi, Zoya, Langley, Eleven, Rahu, Chelsea, Eirene, Chameleon.

Since you it was your job to take care of the sinners, Eureka called you and several other sinners into her lab, asking each of them to be her test subject. None of them agreed, so you stepped up and agreed, not knowing that she accidentally mixed wrong chemicals inside the potion. You took a sip and didn't feel anything strange so you gave her a thumbs up.

At the end of the day, Nightingale and you were cuddling together in your shared bed and after a few touches and teasing, you made love to your wife, lasting for atleast four hours before falling asleep with a weird gut feeling.

The sun rays blared through the curtains of your shared room, Nightingale woke up, the sheets covering her red and bitten chest. She looked around and her heart stopped in her chest when she saw a child sprawled out on the bed, snoring away naked. "What in the hell?!" Hearing her loud voice, the child woke up, startled upon seeing the panicked expression on Nightingale's face. "Y/n? Is that you?"

"Yes it's me what-ahh!" You see how tiny your hands looked and realised that Nightingale looked bigger than usual. Did she grow? Or did you shrink? You pulled off the covers and saw tiny feet and toes. "Oh my fuck I'm a child! It must be the potion Eureka mixed for me!" Nightingale's was still in shock before she reached over and hugged you close to her body, squealing at her downright adorable you looked.

"H-hey! Hey stop it!" She didn't stop as she kept cuddling and kissing you. You sighed as you knew you weren't getting away anytime soon.

When you and her arrived, Nightingale had you wrapped up in her coat, your tiny frame clinging to her body. When chief asked where you were, she opened her coat and you popped out. "You're so little... and cute!!" Chief pulled you out of Nightingale's coat and squished you as Nightingale watched with a smile on her face.

Even though you were a child, you had no choice but to return to your station and when your arrest team saw you, they all squealed upon seeing a little Captain. Despite that cute facade, you had a strict and commanding tone, and no one could take you seriously that day. "I'm so sorry caption but you're just too cute!"

"Yeah boss, I can't take you seriously at all!"

You sighed at all the comments and let them off that day. Word got around quickly that the arrest captain turned into a child by one of the sinners and the other ones had crazy ideas.

In the afternoon, you were seated in Nightingale's office when the door creaked open and several sinners walked in with a mischievous smile on their faces. Even the leader of the Nineth agency was there. "What are you guys doing here?!" Your face was red due to embarrassment of them catching you.

"We came to pay our beloved Captain a respect," Langley replied with a smirk. The sinners started surrounding your chair, and Zoya kicked the table away to surround you from the front.

"Your cheeks are... chubby..." Hamel breathed out, mesmerised by your cute yet pretty face.

"Oh you sure can be my sugar baby," Chelsea out emphasis on 'baby'.

"For such a mean Captain, you are cute as a child," Shalom chuckled.

You gulped as you were surrounded by hot women. Before Chameleon could lift you, Nightingale's voice blared through the room. "Please step away from her!" She marched through the room and pushed through the Sinners and picked you up, with you immediately clinging to her.

"No touching!" They all 'awwed' at your squeaky voice before Langley told them all to return to their cells.

"Have fun in that form, little Ms. Captain," she smiled before walking away. You and Nightingale looked at each other before you whined and pouted, while she just chuckled.

"Well I guess I won't be letting you go any time soon then."

Let's just say, you paid Eureka a nice visit once you returned to normal.

#path to nowhere nightingale #path to nowhere langley #path to nowhere zoya #path to nowhere bai yi #path to nowhere eirene #path to nowhere x reader #nightingale #bai yi #path to nowhere #ptn #💜 anon

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seabirdtxt · 1 year

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man idk why but i just kinda want to make creator! reader's backstory SAD like they were tortured (?) just to keep the rest of humanity/teyvat safe.. like i am a SUCKER for sad/traumatic backstories!! just a little brainrot i need to get out!!

i'll keep this short and sweet i told myself. lmao. i forgot i'm a sucker for easy angst

Blood of God

Notes: Sagau cult au, cut-based injuries, blood sacrifice. bunch of fun stuff. Reader is the Creator, golden blood, etc. read at your own discretion

WC. 976

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When you first descended into Teyvat, You were initially met with praise and celebration. Countless festivals were held in Your name. Your beloved characters, Your acolytes, were the first ones in line to beg for Your blessings.

That's when everything started to go downhill.

With the realization that Your physical presence in the world meant no more divine guidance, Your acolytes grew desperate for Your blessings. Blessings that You, as a mortal human being, could not grant. Not to the same degree that You used to, when You played the game and bestowed buffs and upgrades aplenty to all Your teams, and generously ascended even those You didn’t have plans for.

But now, even as You stand before them in flesh and blood, Your godlike abilities have been reduced to mere party tricks. You spoke to the animals, and twisted the breeze. You made flames dance with a single gesture, and grew pretty flowers in your footsteps. None of this helped the acolytes, though.

Interest in Your well-being, in You, dwindled. Your acolytes wished You well, the rare few even questioning Your divinity, and sent You on your merry way.

Abandoned and unarmed in a world full of hostile creatures, You took up jobs with the Adventurers Guild. First, it was fetching and delivering goods for the city citizens. Then, it was carrying messages across the countryside from town to town. Lastly, it was picking off monster camps that strayed too close to civilization.

This is where a few of your acolytes found You, injured and bleeding brass-coloured ichor into the dirt and swinging wildly with Your adventurer’s sword.

Deity or not, Your acolytes were not ones to stand idle while another was put in harm’s way. Into the fray they jumped, and fought by Your side despite their reservations about You.

In the heat of the battle, the acolytes noticed something strange. Those sprayed with Your blood were given increased strength and capability for a short while, until the stain dried and wore off.

Encouraged, they investigated further. Using some of Your blood as war paints extended the duration of the blessing by nearly double, coating their weapons with it would increase the effectiveness of their strikes, and a brave few discovered that ingesting it would boost them all-around for the entirety of the day.

Harken, and rejoice! For irrefutable proof of the Creator’s benevolent presence has been revealed! And You, desperate for their love and acceptance, gave it to them without question.

A beautiful, elaborate temple was built in Your honour, with ceremonial blades scattered throughout the decor and deep channels filled with ever-flowing ambrosia running across the floor. As Your holy blood continued to be spilled, the hue of it began to run a shimmering gold.

Those who sought Your blessings need only visit you in Your temple, bringing offerings of kill trophies and unearthed relics. Then, they would partake of Your divinity by their choice of method, dipping their reverent hands in the rivers of ichor that pulse across the temple grounds.

You haven’t stopped bleeding in months.

It was bearable at first, when the first time the channels were filled You were pleased to discover that they would not run dry for some time. When the acolytes came for lessings, you would only need to refill the trenches every few days.

You asked if they could bring You softer offerings, of sweet foods and thoughtful bouquets. Such shows of softness were dismissed with a laugh. What need did you have for plants, when the strength you gave them could afford you even the rarest and most difficult trophies to obtain?

But the Abyss came. Celestia’s wrathful gaze descended. Your acolytes were fighting a war on two fronts.

They came on their hands and knees, emptying your stores quicker than you could refill them. Eventually, you took to sitting in the golden throne with your preferred blade, sluggishly carving yourself open to ensure the continued survival of your beloved acolytes.

It wasn’t enough.

Please, they begged. Give us the strength You once were able to grant. Show us the stars in your eyes and in your blood once more, that we might fight and win in Your name.

Filled with fear, and hurt, and love, you gave them everything you had left.

Their lips and teeth stained with brilliant auric gore, they took to the fields once again. The Abyss fell before them, the cursed beasts of the land fell into disarray and fled into the winds. Celestia conceded victory.

The acolytes cheered and danced in the aftermath of their slaughter. Eager to show their renewed devotion, they returned home to You.

But Your temple had crumbled, and the deep wells that once held Your pulse have turned to dust. Your blessing was but glittering sand in their mouths as they sort through the rubble to find any traces of You.

There was no way to know who broke first. Your acolytes realized too late the price for Your continued generosity, and squandered Your love on chasing strength and war.

Your temple was rebuilt with petals replacing every blade. The grooves filled with the soil that was steeped with the blood of the fallen, and flowers of all shades of vibrant, terribly human red grew there.

Dendrobium and Mourning flowers. Even the azure Sea ganoderma bloomed in rare patches where water pooled deeper.

Had they loved You as a human and not as a seemingly bottomless resource, would You have stayed? The thought of such a question shamed them. You asked for their love and they’d given You their blades. You asked for sweets and they’d brought you the bones of their enemies.

And yet, You wanted to stay. Even as they literally bled You dry, You had only ever wanted their happiness, no matter the cost.

And heavy was the cost.

#genshin sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin isekai #genshin self aware au #sagau cult au #sagau bloodletting au #genshin x reader #sagau x reader #seabird.inbox #seabird.txt #💜 anon

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lovelyjj · 1 month

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Heyyy, I’ve come to ask for your words again, can we do a JJ finding out you write poetry about him?? I write poetry and was wonderin, thanks in advance!!!

💜 anon

Poetry

jj maybank x reader

wc: 937

a/n: one of the poems I found on pinterest creds to the original here is the link

It was no secret that you and JJ were close. The two of you were the perfect pair. You were always together. What started off as a friendship quickly turned into a romantic relationship.

You and JJ practically lived together. You had a couple drawers in his room at John Bs. You were always over there spending time with JJ. You liked your little routine. You went to work at a coffee shop a couple mornings a week.

Then you went to the château to meet up with JJ. You would do everything together. You’d go on rides on his dirt bike, swimming in the marsh, going out on the boat, drinking in the hot tub, the list was endless.

This particular evening you were in the hot tub with the pogues. You were drinking and laughing and enjoying each others company. It was times like these you found yourself grateful for having such great friends.

JJ pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder. He wasn’t really listening to the conversation at all. He was distracted with your body pressed against his.

“So how are things with you and Pope,” you asked Kiara who was right next to you.

“It’s good it’s just kinda weird since we’ve been friends for so long and now that we’re together it’s like how do we do this. But i like him a lot,” Kiara whispered.

“That’s good,” you responded.

“You and JJ seem as great as ever.” Kiara commented.

You nestled into JJ’s touch, “Yeah we are.”

“I’m happy for you” Kiara replied.

You talked with your friends while enjoying the warm water. When you were finished in the hot tub you went inside the château.

—————

The next morning you left the château early to go to work. JJ was bummed because he loved waking up with you. Eventually a couple hours later JJ woke up.

JJ decided to get up and get ready for the day. He was looking for a certain shirt that you happen to wear to bed and go home in. He was looking everywhere. He even looked in your drawers.

He sorted through your clothes in the drawer. He lifted up your clothes and that’s when he found a notebook. Now JJ wasn’t one to go through and look at your private things but he wondered what a notebook hidden under clothes would have in it.

JJ opened it to the first page and what he saw shocked him. It was a poem.

he is like sunshine

filling me up with joy

he is my sunshine boy

Then he flipped to the next page, another poem.

I think i found the love of my life

i think i might one day be his wife

when he kisses me I feel alive

when he holds me is when I think we thrive

He flipped the the next page after that.

blonde locks blue eyes

tan skin pink lips

he looks like a dream

Another page.

I’ve tasted your lips,

your skin

and never realized

I was deprived.

Your kiss, your touch

that awakens my soul,

making me want more.

I didn’t know

I would crave you so much.

I never realized

I was even homesick,

until

I found you.

The notebook was filled with poetry about him. He was filled with warmth. He couldn’t believe you wrote love poems about him. JJ thought that was one of the nicest and sweetest thing anybody has ever done for him.

JJ thought you were a skilled writer. Your poetry was perfect. He almost cried he was so moved by your beautiful writing. JJ made a mental note to bring this up to you when he sees you next.

——————

A few days later you were on your way to the château. You missed JJ even though it’s only been a few days. The plan was to just hang out and watch movies nothing special.

John B was in the kitchen when you walked in.

“Hey John B,” you greeted.

“Hey Y/N, JJ is in his room,” he stated.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

You made your way to JJ’s room excited to see the man of your dreams. You knocked on his door and he said to come in.

“Hi Jayj,” you exclaimed.

“Hi sweetheart,” JJ got up from his bed and gave you a hug.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and when you pulled away from the hug you gave him a kiss on the mouth.

“Mhhmmm, missed you mama,” JJ hummed after the kiss.

“I missed you too,” you replied.

“I wanted to ask you something,” JJ requested.

“Yeah sure shoot.”

“Um I found this journal, and and it’s filled with poems. I just i never knew you were a poet.” JJ explained.

“You were never supposed to see those,” your hand hit your head.

“I’m glad I did, I can’t believe you wrote those things about me.”

“Well you’re my muse my inspiration, you’re the air that I breathe,” you expressed.

“Oh my love, I love you so much. I hope you know that. I’m flattered. You should be a writer.”

“I love you too. And hey maybe I will but I’m shy and scared to put my work out there.”

“You never know.”

“You’re right who knows,” you threw your hands up.

Then you launched yourself at JJ and tackled him to the bed and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“You make writing poetry so easy because every time I look in your eyes I see a world of possibilities.”

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fairytail-incorrectquotes · 4 months

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I missed you faeboss! Could I get a fraxus/Thunder Legion quote for old times sake? 💜💜💜

Freed: Cana has been saying we’re a couple.

Laxus: I wish.

Freed: Huh?

Laxus: Uh— I said “that bitch”.

#WE ARE SO BACK #💜 anon #fraxus #freed justine #laxus dreyar #fairy tail #incorrect fairy tail quotes #fairy tail incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect quote #anime #manga #ask

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kaionyx · 9 days

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Haii, how opposed are you to using shock collars on disobediant puppygirls?

(Also I recently found your blog and I'm losing my mind, we need more transmasc doms. Can I be 💜?)

Opposed? If anything it’ll become a locked collar with nipple clamps chained to it so each time they jump they’ll feel that tug against their sensitive buds as an extra reminder to behave. Maybe once they’re sore enough my rules will finally stick in their dumb mutt brain, not that they would really have a choice.

#ftm ns/fw #t4t ns/fw #💜 anon #nsft asks

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2-dsimp · 9 days

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The Boss would be insufferable to be around, always sighing and mourning over not getting his latest dosage of pure perfection on his phone screen. If he wasn’t already lazy before you’d mistake him for being the embodiment sin of Sloth.

“It’s been 1 day, 6 hours, 24 minutes, and T-minus 30 seconds since they last posted anything...”

Danny droned, as he stared longingly at past pictures and video clips of his darling. His slender fingers trailing across the digital contours of your figure with a needy trembling pout of his chapped lips.

“that’s the same amount of time my life started to fail in having any meaning”

He finished with a stray crocodile tear collecting ruefully within his nonexistent tear ducts. That dried up from pulling all nighters obsessing over your page and any anime fandoms that could take his mind off you (to which none of them did).

All of the remaining hitman members merely eyed their leader in either exasperation, amusement, or just plain old disappointment for being such a sad waste of space.

It got so bad to the point where he’d just be found around random spots in the hideout glued to the floor like a dead corpse.

His phone clutched within a death grip as he was surrounded by picture posts that he printed out from your social media. Almost as if he was preforming a self sacrificial ritual to evoke your page to give him an update on what you were doing.

To be blunt Danny would just be a sad sap without you, leaving his team to pick up the slack and set out individually to bring you back. If only to shut up their Boss from whining depressive monologues about how he was useless without his darling to fanboy over. And get his ass to start working like an actual decent human being.

#Danny the boss #yandere imagines #yandere male x reader #yandere x you #yandere drabble #yandere male #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere hitman #yandere boss #💜 anon #yes he would be the type to have a weeb shrine of you #but he’d absolutely be getting cold feet on abducting you #it’s not the kidnapping part that puts him off it’s the part where you’re awake leaving him to try a bring you up to speed with why you’re #currently stranded in an unfamiliar setting that you’re mot accustomed to #The thought of you just staring at him in pure silence makes him sweat bullets and gets him nervous to the point where he’d rather stick hi #head under the ground like an ostrich since he doesn’t have the ability to deal with being bombarded with numerous questions and demands

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devildom-moss · 1 year

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Could you write some headcannons of how the brothers would react to MC having absolutely none of their sin in them? I've seen headcannons of if MC being full of their sin, but not the latter.

So i was hoping if you could write something about that, thank you.

Sincerely, 💜

Thank you for the request~ This was kind of fun to think about and I hope you'll enjoy the headcanons. And I'm going to refer to you as "💜anon" in the tags, okay?

MC without the brother’s sins (the reactions are only them reacting to your lack of their personal sin)

(suggestive for Asmo)

Lucifer

It didn’t take long for Lucifer to notice your lack of his sin. The more he took a liking to you, the more desperate he became to crush your humility. It’s frustrating for him. He can’t bring himself to understand why you don’t feel the same pride in yourself that he feels for you. The most painful moment for him was when you failed to brag to Solomon about forming a pact with him; no one had ever made a pact with Lucifer – let alone with all seven of the brothers. He was so proud of you, and it was such an accomplishment, but you deflected the compliments, claiming that you had the help of the other brothers along the way.

“I couldn’t have formed a pact with you without the help of your brothers,” you had admitted to Lucifer once. It broke his heart.

Why can’t you understand that so many of the good things that have happened to him (and the Devildom as a whole) are all because of you? Haven’t you earned a bit of pride? Sometimes, although he hides it well, your lack of his sin makes Lucifer feel guilty. If you of all people can’t be prideful, what right does he have?

Mammon

Your lack of greed confounds Mammon. What isn’t to love about gold and luxury goods? There are so many material things to desire – how could you not want it all?

It took Mammon a while to realize that you had so little of his sin in you. He’s used to his brothers not taking an interest in his money making schemes, but you’re on a different level. You never actively seek out more money or power than you need. Even though he doesn’t understand how or why you’re like that, he accepts it without judgment. The only time it bothers him is when he gets the urge to spoil you with gifts that you don’t need or particularly desire. It’s part of how he shows love, and the fact that you can’t appreciate him sharing his wealth as much you might if you contained just a bit of greed can be hard for him, but as long as he can find some way to express his affection without having to actually say it, it doesn’t matter too much.

Leviathan

Your lack of envy compounds Leviathan’s envy. How could you be so content with yourself? He understands it in a way; you’re so amazing to him. As much as he admires you and doesn’t want you to feel jealousy as deeply as he does, he also wants what you have, and the fact that he can’t get rid of his sin breaks him. It feels so unfair. On occasion, Levi wishes he could bring out your envy somehow – which only makes him feel guilty.

Being around an MC without envy can send Levi into a spiral. You can make him so insecure and guilty that he gets down on himself even more. At the same time, your lack of sin also makes him want you more – as if your lack of jealousy could ease his. After all, if someone like you, who is so good and content, can enjoy being around him, maybe he isn’t so bad. Maybe if he can keep you by his side, he’ll have one less thing to covet.

Satan

Satan feels hurt and misunderstood by your lack of his sin. Even when you feel anger, it doesn’t shift into wrath. How could you be so forgiving? Don’t you ever feel the need for vengeance? The rage that rests in Satan, just waiting to erupt and harm whoever gets in his path, starts to feel irrational and invalid – as if Satan has no right to his innate sin. He didn’t used to feel ashamed of his outburst or acts of vengeance before you. Regardless of how much wrath you have, Satan wants to do better and control his wrath for you, but an MC completely void of his sin furthers that desire.

On the other hand, Satan worries that your lack of wrath might mean that someone can hurt you and get away with it. As such, he quietly dedicates himself to having enough wrath for the both of you. If anyone harms you, he’ll take it into his own hands. He may not want to unleash his wrath around you, but he’s pleased to unleash it for you.

Asmodeus

It hurt Asmo when he realized you weren’t expressing any lust towards him; he took it personally, but when he realized you didn’t feel lust for anyone else, it made him feel better. He still wants to be close to you, and on occasion, he’ll try to seduce you just to see whether you still don’t feel any lust towards him. If you ask him to stop, he will, though. He doesn’t feel any resentment towards you, and he doesn’t feel particularly bad about himself over your lack of his sin. He understands that you’re just different.

The one thing that he does feel guilty about is how much he fantasizes about corrupting you. Even though he understands that will probably never happen, he keeps that wicked thought deep in his chest and just tries to show you love in the ways you accept from him. As much as he tries to control himself, he occasionally touches himself to the thought of you, moaning your name some nights. He would be mortified if you found out – horrified that you would cease to love him if you knew.

Beelzebub

Beel’s gluttony primarily manifests through his obsession with and adoration for food. It’s so central to him, so it makes him sad that you don’t enjoy food the same way he does. He wants to share food with you and allow you to overindulge with him, but the fact that you never indulge in excess disappoints him. However, he’s used to his unsatisfiable hunger being misunderstood by everyone – including his family. Beel isn’t hurt by your inability to be a glutton with him. He still offers you food, hoping deep down that he can tempt you into overindulgence in the way most familiar to him. Sometimes, especially when he has had a rough day, refusing food from him causes the smallest pout to find his lips.

After food, the only other vice Beel would prioritize to a point of gluttony is his love for you. You make him feel so good – better than a good meal on an empty stomach – and when he craves you, he wants to take and take and take. The thought that you may not crave him and need him as deeply as he wants you can hurt him. He knows that part of the depth of his desire is a symptom of his sin, but he can’t understand how something as beautiful as loving you in excess could be sinful.

Belphegor

Belphie worries about you, wondering if your lack of sloth also means you don’t rest when you should. A healthy relationship with rest is difficult for him to fathom – and who could blame him when his siblings aren’t the best at maintaining a good sleep schedule (they’re all guilty of staying up too late, waking up in the middle of the night, or not resting when they’re tired). Furthermore, he doesn’t understand how you could consistently find motivation and stave off the melancholy that plagues him. However, he takes joy in trying to tempt you to indulge in his sin a bit – to just do nothing and have no desire to do anything and just lay in bed, lazing around with him.

More than anything, though, he’s really happy you don’t have much – if any – of his sin in you. The constant exhaustion and the occasional deep pits of immobilizing emptiness are things he would rather you never experience. He’s especially fond of the moments where your lack of sloth means he can fall asleep in your arms or on your lap while you work or read – the moments where you enable him to rest well. He’s also overjoyed when your ability to get up in the morning means you’re the one waking him up for school or whatever plans he has that day. Seeing your face as soon as his eyes open from a good night’s sleep is worth so much more than you two understanding his sin in the same way.

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therhythmafterthesummer · 10 months

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Hi, I'm not that new to your blog, I was here when you started to write wereroomies but at some point I left (I left tumblr bec I had no space in my phone lmao) seeing the series some this far made me happy, read all of them in like two days. Can't wait to read the rest! Checking the q&a, i saw something about pregnant Pretty of Channie and i LOVE it! Also thought about a possible scenario: Imagine Chris has a dream about Pretty being pregnant and it turns him on so much that he can't help himself about waking Pretty up in the middle of the night, then also talking about having pups all week - till Pretty is convinced actually lmao - he also d1es to see Pretty pregnant with their pups and talks about how beautiful Pretty would look etc and my thoughts are escalating a lot from this point a lot lmao so I'll just stop it here 😂😂

Also can i be 💜 please i want to interact more with you 😊😊

you can absolutely be 💜 anon !! and let me tell you, i couldn't just NOT write something about this, i just had to. thank you for sending such a lovely Thought™

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~1k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · smut | established relationship | descriptors of the reader such as: being chubby · pet names · praising · pregnancy · breeding kink · maiesiophilia · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method used, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control]

minors do not interact.

The cool breeze on Chris’ skin was pleasant. The smell of flowers seemed to reach every secluded area within himself, easing any and every worry he could possibly have. It wasn’t just the smell of the open field in front of him, though. It was also the scent of the person between his legs. Your scent.

The bark of the tree on his back wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable. He could honestly hardly care about it, especially when you were sitting right there, with your back against his chest. All he could think about was you. You, and your scent, and the sound of your voice while you talked to him, and the feel of your baby bump in his hands.

Chris had been doing that a lot these days, he realised. Touching the ever-growing bump, feeling his pups moving in your belly, it was something that filled him with immeasurable joy. If they got too active, or if they kicked too hard–hard enough for you to be extra uncomfortable–he’d scold them a bit, and they’d simply listen. Even in the womb, they listened.

He really couldn’t believe his luck. He’d wanted to start a family with you for so long… After so many years waiting for you to come back to him, hearing the results of his everlasting love for you growing in your belly made him feel just so, so incredibly full. Full of love, of you, and the pups you’d soon give birth to.

Oh, how he wished you weren’t wearing a gown so he could place his hands directly on your bump… He knew you liked to feel his hands on it–admittedly, you liked to feel his hands anywhere on your body, or so you had told him several times before–but he had to settle for simply caressing it over the soft, luxurious fabric.

Chris could hear and feel his little pups moving with excitement at the sound of your voice. He couldn’t blame them. Listening to you speak always felt like a blessing. You were just so smart, and, whenever you were speaking with your loved ones, your words always radiated comfort. He just knew his pups could feel that big heart of yours etched into every single word you said, just like he could feel it.

Every day, he was reminded that you were his perfect mate. Even with your imperfections, in the grand scheme of things, you were just perfect for him in every way. Perfect to love him, perfect to be loved by him, perfect to carry his pups, perfect to rule right by his side…

“…don’t you think so, my King?”

Chris had told you this several times throughout your relationship, that he wanted you to address him by name when you were on your own. He could remember that perfectly. But, right now, there was a bit of a teasing tone in your voice, it was one of those things he adored about you. How you’d never stopped seeing him as Chris, how you could always have fun together…

He was about to say something to you… But what was it? Why was it suddenly dark? Everything was a bit fuzzy, was he lying down? It felt like he was…

When Chris opened his eyes, what he found was the drapes over the windows of his room.

He blinked a few times, then brought a hand to rub sleep from his eye while he tried to regain his full consciousness. He stretched his limbs a bit, and turned around to lay on his other side right after.

Ah, there you were… His prettiest…

Chris could hear your heartbeat, your steady breathing, all signs that you were sleeping soundly. Everything seemed to be normal… Yet, for a second, he panicked.

He couldn’t hear the pups.

Chris scooted closer to you, moulding his body to yours and placing a hand on your belly. It was soft, squishy, familiar… It was your tummy that he loved and adored… but certainly not a baby bump.

Of course there was no baby bump…

You weren’t pregnant.

You both weren’t even trying to get pregnant.

Chris couldn’t help but pout as soon as he realised. It had all been a dream. A lovely dream, but a dream nonetheless.

A dream probably crafted by his biological need to reproduce, as well as his own desire to reproduce. He’d always known he wanted to have children–more specifically, he wanted to have children with you–but it wasn’t the right time. It’d been something you two had discussed before… You weren’t ready, and the last thing Chris wanted was for you to try to have children you didn’t want.

If you didn’t want them, then he didn’t, either. Well, scratch that, he did want them, but not at your expense. You were far too important to him for that to even be a problem.

The image of you his subconscious had created was so tempting, though… All round, full of him… You were glowing, and even if the memory was fading he couldn’t simply stop thinking about it.

Chris nuzzled your shoulder, holding your belly a bit tighter. Even if you were wearing a t-shirt, he still pressed kisses on the area, then up to your nape, and back to the shoulder…

It was crazy how real that dream felt. He could vaguely recall the scent of his pups mingling with yours still, he could practically feel his pups moving in your belly, and just the overall feel of the bump in his hands.

It was honestly almost embarrassing how hard he was getting at the mere memory of that pregnant you in his dream…

He might’ve gotten more distracted than he anticipated, enough to not measure any of his movements, enough that those movements disturbed your sleep.

You took a deep breath, bringing a hand to lay on his and further pressing yourself back against him.

“Baby… Why’re you awake?” Your words slurred with sleep, and Chris honestly felt a bit bad.

Emphasis on a bit. It was difficult to feel anything other than aroused when he was this hard, when you were so close…

“Had a dream…” Chris mumbled, and he resumed his trail of kisses right after.

You were quiet for a moment. Had you not been caressing the back of his hand still, he would’ve thought you’d fallen back asleep. “A nightmare?”

“No”, Chris replied simply, moving as close to you as he possibly could.

“Mmm…” You pressed your bum against his crotch even further, and let out a very sleepy-sounding chuckle. “Must’ve been a hell of a good dream… for you to be… poking me in the ass right now…”

“‘Twas”, he couldn’t really bring himself to articulate properly. Part of him was still sleepy, while another part of him was too horny to think straight, especially when your own scent started to tint with arousal. “You were pregnant. Full of my pups…”

“Was I?” You reached back with your hand, right between your bodies, touching blindly until your palm made contact with his length.

“Mm… You were”, Chris closed his eyes at the feel of your fingers wrapping around him. At least as much as they could in this awkward position…

“And what was happening?” You angled your hips, trying–and failing–to get his length inside your warmth.

Chris reached for his cock, and you brought your hand to your bum to help him get better access.

“We were just… talking”, as soon as his tip dragged between your folds, his words just slurred further. He lined himself with your entrance, and stuffed you full as soon as he could. The tiniest of gasps escaped your mouth when he was buried to the hilt, the sound was honestly like music to his ears. “Can’t remember ‘bout what… You looked so beautiful, though…”

You hummed, squeezing him so tight, for a second he thought he was going to burst right then and there.

Chris brought one of his arms under your neck, and the other around your waist to hold you close. “Dressed in this pretty gown… Swollen with our puppies… ”

Slowly, carefully, almost lazily, Chris started a rhythm. In and out, in and out… The feel of your heat around him was so, so addictive, and the quiet sounds that started to come out of your mouth were clouding his reason.

“Mmm… Want to… knock you up, pretty…” He mumbled, grabbing one of your breasts and pinching your nipple through the fabric of your tee.

You whined, digging your fingernails into his forearm as you started to meet his thrusts, matching his slow pace. “Yeah? You’d give me your puppies?”

“Fuck… Yeah. All my pups for my pretty girl…” Chris didn’t even have his eyes open anymore, he doubted you did.

“Mmm… One day, baby… One day you’ll knock me up… Get me all round and full. Just how you want…”

“One day…” Chris repeated, removing his hand from your breast for it to find its way between your legs. “One day, pretty… My prettiest”.

He really hoped that was true… One day, you’d be ready. Maybe it wouldn’t be tomorrow, or next week, or not even this year, but one day, you’d be ready.

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💜- just the thought of big muscular men holding their tiny baby. Big, scary men with battle scars littering their bodies just absolutely awestruck by their little baby, their cute chubby cheeks and funny legs, and how they giggle, and their big innocent eyes. These huge strong men making their baby look so so tiny while in their arms. And how these muscular men tell their wife to go back to bed when the baby starts crying in the middle of the night, and hugging their baby till the morning.

hiccups how dare u we’ll go with bakugou since i miss him so much :( so bakugou as a dad!

bakugou never thought he’d settle down, much less have a baby. he wasn’t sure he’d be any good at being a parent— growing up and being told you’re too rough or too callous, too loud or too obnoxious never did him any favours in that department, and so katsuki bakugou had a lot of reservations upon finding out that he was going to father the baby of his childhood sweetheart, that you were giving him love’s greatest gift— his very own kid.

the doubts were never about you, of course. you loved him in every way possible and showed katsuki that he deserved more than what people thought of him. you showed him that he could be tender, vulnerable and soft— you appreciated those sides of him too. so yes, none of his fears about fatherhood were in regards to you— but mostly himself. throughout your pregnancy, katsuki had whispered little insecurities and worries to your baby bump and little growing ball of life (at the time, barely weeks old and had not yet developed ears), you’d catch him with his nose deep into pregnancy books and ‘how to raise a child for dummies’ manuals. katsuki would never admit it, this big burly man who’s faced villains ten times as menacing as the next— he would never say it to your face, but he was scared to be a father.

to fuck up his kid.

you knew that he was afraid— it was written behind those gorgeous brownish flecks in the red of his eyes, you could tell when his heart sin he’d and breath shortened whenever you saw your little one over the monitor during an appointment. but you also knew, with how attentive and mindful he had been throughout your pregnancy (massages to swollen ankles, dashing out to the last open convenience store at 3am to appease your peanut butter and pickles cravings, holding your hand and brushing your teeth when after morning sickness— the whole lot.), that he would be an incredible father.

everything you thought about katsuki being a father to your baby girl comes true and all his worries melt away the moment he holds her— the very second her tiny chubby finger wraps around his, calloused and dangerous one. she looks a whole lot like you, only taking slight features from her father but oh does she have his eyes, bright and bold and red just like his— that catch the light like katsuki‘s do, that mirror his own with the same curiosity and adoration when they look at each other.

there is no safer place in the world than katsuki bakugou’s arms for your daughter— even if they’re scarred and burly, even if they make her look like a tiny bundle of orange and black blankies (curtesy of your husband’s friends and the dynamight agency)— she’s safe and loved in his arms, tucked into his chest because she prefers bakugou over you in terms of warmth (when you’re not feeding her of course). katsuki grows comfortable with the idea of being responsible for such a small human being, kissing the soles of her baby soft feet, letting his nose rub against her chubby little tummy and his lips drag through her soft tufts of peach fuzz hair.

oh he loves her, katsuki does, he adores his daughter more than anything in the world— he’s infatuated even. there’s not a thing he wouldn’t do for her too— he’s the first to change her diaper when she gets fussy and is the same to tickle her until she smiles (bakugou quickly became obsessed once his baby girl learned how to do that). he’ll stop you when the baby monitor goes off and you’re fumbling around in the dark to get to your sweet baby when it’s late at night. you only sink back into the sheets because bakugou beats you to the nursery every time and you blame his years of hero training,

it’s all worth it though, because every time you get to fall back asleep to the sound of katsuki singing your baby girl a lullaby.

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bellysoupset · 7 months

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Can we please get some sick Leo with caretaker Wendy? I'm dying to know how each of them would react in a situation like that and how it would affect them in the long run considering Leo's dislike of her.

They could be out, encountering each other accidentally and Leo having no choice but accept her help or something. I'm just really curious to see how it would play out.

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Hi 💜!! I'm sorry this took so long! Have a long fic as payback. Another anon also asked for "Jonah has to leave and Wendy comes to take care of Leo", so here you go!

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Leo's stomach was a mess.

He had woken up nauseous and spent good twenty minutes sitting in the bathroom, expecting something to come up, but nothing did. Now he was sitting by the kitchen counter, head in hands as he watched JD happily munch on her food bowl.

"Morning, love," Jon's voice was deep and scratchy from sleep as he stumbled out of the bedroom and pressed a kiss to Leo's temple, zombie walking straight to the coffee machine.

Leo let out a groan, leaning forward and resting his cheek on his arms, watching his boyfriend move around. Jonah was still half asleep, so he wasn't paying any mind to the fact Leo was two shades paler than normal and clammy too.

He moved on autopilot around the kitchen, filling up his favorite large mug with coffee and crouching down to pet JD as he drunk it. After the third or fourth gulp, though, he finally seemed awake enough to look at Leo.

Jon frowned, "what's wrong?"

Leo shrugged, "upset stomach, that's all," he said, although he really wanted to be babied. He felt terrible, "I think I'm going back to bed."

"Do you feel nauseous or is it just aching?" Jon frowned, getting up from his position and walking to the medicine cabinet, "Leo?"

"Nauseous," he said, holding his belly. It was bloated and the smallest amount of pressure caused it to gurgle loudly, "crampy too."

"Did you try eating anything?" Jon asked, grabbing three different medications. He stepped closer, cupping Leo's face and then let out a relieved sigh, "you're not feverish."

"I really don't wanna eat anything, Jon," Leo grimaced, "my belly is really sour."

"You barely ate at dinner yesterday," Jonah frowned, his hand still cupping Leo's cheek, "were you already feeling sick?" there was an edge in his voice. He hated not being in full control of the situation.

Leo shook his head, "no, I just wasn't hungry."

"Well the nausea is probably hunger, baby," Jonah sighed, "at leat eat one of my vertigo cookies, please?"

Leo groaned, but accepted the cookie and nibbled on it, while JD moved closer and climbed up his pajama pants so she could curl up on his lap.

They sat there for the longest time, Leo struggling to swallow down the dry cracker and Jonah rubbing his back, caught up in his own thoughts. A gurgle from Leo's stomach interrupted the peaceful silence and Jon frowned.

"Leo...?"

"I'm going back to bed," the blonde decided, swallowing as his mouth watered, the nausea making him slow as he patted JD's head and plopped her back down on the ground.

Jonah took a second to follow and when he did, he brought with him a bucket from their laundry, the pepto bottle and Leo's gym water bottle, "take one gulp of this," he instructed, throwing Leo the plastic pink bottle, setting down the bucket on the floor, next to his head and climbing on the bed too.

Leo obeyed, gulping down the sweet medicine before washing the taste off with a grimace, swishing the water around to make sure he had gotten everything. He turned on the bed, curling up and pressing his face to Jonah's chest.

Jon wrapped an arm around him, turning on the TV and lowering the volume, "try to nap."

Leo nodded, although he doubted he could nap with the way his stomach was churning. His skin was covered in goosebumps and he shuddered as another wave of nausea caused the stomach acid to splash on his throat.

Jon continued to rub his back, distracted by the documentary. After a few minutes of trying to nap, Leo rolled off of him, staring at the ceiling.

"It's not happening," he declared, when Jonah raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Are you gonna be sick?"

"I don't think so," Leo groaned, digging his fingers on his stomach, rubbing firm circles on, managing to make it gurgle and slosh, but nothing else, "it just feels really gross..."

"I have the antiemetics I take for vertigo," Jonah offered, "it might help with the nausea."

"Those are heavy drugs, babe," Leo shook his head, "I don't know if I should take them, I already take my regular meds."

Jonah frowned, he didn't think there would be any issues, but Leo was right. His medication was regulated and Jon wasn't a psychiatrist, he had no idea how it would interfere with Leo's antidepressants.

"I hate seeing you like this, baby," Jonah sighed, turning on the bed to get a better look at his boyfriend. He wasn't sure he believed Leo saying he wouldn't be sick, considering he was so pale he was transparent.

He sat there, quietly petting Leo's hair and waiting to see if he'd bolt from the bed. Leo gulped down nervously, eyes slipping closed with a grimace, but slowly the frown went slack as he started to drift off. Jonah didn't even consider stop petting his hair, in case this made Leo wake up.

Jon was caught up noticing the light freckles Leo had acquired in Italy, when his phone went off and startled them both. He scrambled to grab it, while Leo sat up in a rush, only to immediately regret it as nausea hit him like a truck.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," Jonah exclaimed, struggling to mute the call, while Leo let out a moan and folded in half, arms wrapped around his stomach.

"Who is it...?"

Hospital was written across the screen and Jon cringed, "I'm sorry, I really gotta pick up..."

"It's fine," Leo mumbled, moving on the bed so he was sitting on the edge of it, shaky hands going for the water bottle, while his head hung.

Jonah's chest squeezed as he stepped out of the room to pick up his phone. He had been on call for a possible surgery he should assist and clearly nothing could ever have a good timing.

True to his prediction, the patient's condition had worsened and the responsible doctor had scheduled the surgery for that evening, giving Jonah one hour before he had to leave.

He sighed heavily, hating this turn of events and walked back inside the bedroom, "Leo, I have b- Leo?" Jonah frowned when he met an empty bed.

He crossed the room towards their suite and hesitated as he was about to knock on the door, before thinking Fuck it, and turning the knob already, "Leo..." Jonah swallowed down the stubborn sympathy nausea as he found, predictably, his boyfriend sitting before the toilet, hunched over it.

"What did the hospital want?" Leo groaned, rubbing his stomach with one hand, the other one supporting his head, elbow resting on the porcelain.

"I... I have to leave," Jonah bit his lip, worried, "I'm scheduled for a surgery in one hour."

"How glamorous," Leo snorted, without humor, and turned his head to look at him. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat and clearly feeling like death, "babe, you can go. I'm fine, it's just a stomachache."

"Nothing is ever just anything with you," Jon scowled, crossing his arms and glaring at Leo. He hated not being able to stay and take care of him, but mostly he hated the prospect of Leo being alone, "I'm calling someone to stay with you."

"A nanny," Leo deadpanned, raising an eyebrow, "I don't need a nanny, I'm twenty five."

Jonah ignored him, scrolling through his contacts. Lucas was an option yes, but even Jon felt bad calling the guy when he was in the middle of his honeymoon period. Vince was working, as he did all Saturday mornings, so that only left one option...

"Don't hate me, but I'm gonna call Wendy," He said and Leo's head snapped.

"Absolutely n-" he never finished the phrase, because just then his stomach decided it was done with him and vomit exploded out of his mouth, taking them both by surprise. It covered the arm Leo had planted on the toilet and a little bit splashed on the ground, but most of it made it to the bowl. Leo's shoulders jerked as he leaned in and continued to heave.

Jonah's stomach churned and he tasted his coffee, but he was getting very good at handling his sympathy nausea when it came to Leo. Worry overruled anything.

He grabbed a towel, throwing it on top of the sick covering Leo's arm and crouched down to rub his back, turning his face so he was looking the other way, "okay, get it up, at least you'll feel better..."

Maybe even better enough that Jon wouldn't have to call Wendy...?

However it was almost twenty minutes later when Leo managed to pull back enough from the bowl to breathe. He was drenched in sweat now and let out a little pitiful whine, leaning back against the bathroom wall.

"I'm so sorry, Leo, but there's no way I can leave you alone like this," Jonah said, flushing the toilet and starting to feel antsy. He couldn't leave, but he was already starting to run late.

"I survived stomach bugs on my own before," Leo groaned, his voice scratchy, "besides I'm just gonna go back to bed."

"Leo-"

"Please," Leo sighed, seeming very close to tears, "I feel horrible, I just wanna go back to sleep."

Jonah looked like he wanted to argue, but instead he nodded stiffily, "alright, baby, let's get you back in bed."

Leo's shoulders dropped with relief and he allowed Jonah to pull him up, gagging all over again when he attempted to brush his teeth and was forced to settle for mouthwash. He promptly curled up under the blankets, turning on his side so he'd have easy access to the bucket in case needed and closed his eyes.

"Good luck today," Leo mumbled and Jon let out a scoff, planting a kiss on the top of his head.

"I should be back in three hours, please, promise me you'll call someone if you get any worse or if the puking doesn't stop soon."

"Uh-hum," Leo hummed, not paying him any mind and Jonah hesitated leaving, before his phone alarm went off and he knew he had to run if he intended to disinfect before getting to the hospital.

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Wendy was crouched down on the floor of an antiques store that was nearby Vince's museum when her phone started ringing.

It wasn't even midday yet, so it definitely wasn't Vince, who only got out at 3 PM. She frowned, glancing at the screen and then pressing the phone to her ear with a smile.

"Hey, I was just thinking about you," Wendy babbled, "I found the cutest pair of cufflinks-"

"Wendy," Jonah interrupted her, "I'm on my way to the hospital, for a surgery, but Leo is home and he's in a bad shape. If I don't ring you back in three hours, could you swing by to check on him? Matthew already knows to let you up and you have my spare key."

He said it all in one breath and Wendy raised her eyebrows, "uh... Yeah, of course, honey. Whatever do you mean by bad shape?"

"Stomach bug," Jonah answered and Wendy let out a relieved breath she wasn't aware she was holding, "he didn't have a fever when I left, but Leo can go from zero to hundred really quick..."

"it's alright," she nodded, knowing she'd be calling just the same if their situations were reversed. Vince's fevers too were always high and dangerous, "I'll give it a couple hours and stop by to check on hi-"

"Don't tell him I sent you."

She let out a snort, rolling her eyes, "okay. What's the surgery you're going in for?"

"Coronary artery bypass."

"With Dr. Stewart?"

"Yeah."

"Oh honey, you're not coming home tonight. That man takes hours," Wendy said in an annoyed manner, "either way, have fun and don't worry about blondie, I got him."

"Thanks, Dee."

"Don't mention it," Wendy hung up, rising from her crouched down position with a groan and grabbing the cufflinks, to pay for.

True to her prediction, three hours passed and she didn't hear a thing from Jonah. She even called the front desk to make sure he was still in surgery and not back home and had forgotten to tell her.

Resigning to her fate, Wendy grabbed whatever she figured could be useful and drove to Jonah and Leo's place.

Matthew only smiled at her, not bothering calling up to announce her and Wendy let herself in the apartment.

JD immediately ran to her and Wendy let out a smile, crouching down, "hi sweetie," she whispered, petting the kitten and planting a kiss on her head, "where's daddy, uh? Wanna show me?"

As if understanding her, JD meowed, rubbing herself against Wendy's legs before turning around and wandering further in the apartment.

Wendy followed, bracing for the worse, only to be met with quite the mundane scene. Leo was half sitting up on the bed, watching TV, an empty bucket lying where was Jon's spot of the mattress.

"Jonah is such a mother hen," Leo scoffed upon seeing her, "hi Wendy."

"Hi," she leaned on the doorway, "you're not dying?"

He rolled his eyes, opening a small smile when JD climbed the bed and snuggled up on his side, "it's just a bug, I'm fine."

"Fever?"

"None last I checked," Leo shrugged and Wendy squinted at him.

"And when was that?"

He had the decency of blushing. She let out a huff, entering the room and circling the bed, going through her purse to grab her own thermometer and sticking it in his mouth when he opened it to complain.

"I'mfie" he mumbled and Wendy rolled her eyes, cupping his cheeks. In truth, he was not overly warm, just sticky with sweat.

They waited for the thermometer to beep and then Leo glared at her, holding up the device that read a perfectly normal temperature, "told you," he scoffed.

Wendy shrugged, "have you been keeping down water?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Any diarrhea?"

Leo's cheeks turned beet red, his glare more intense, "no, not that it's any of your busine-"

"Guess I'm going home then," Wendy got up from the bed, only to catch a glimpse of something on his face. She paused, putting the thermometer back in her purse, "no?"

Leo shrugged, "you already came over, might as well stay..."

She did her best not to smile in a smug manner or sound amused as she said, "alright, let me just ditch the shoes... Do you want something to eat?"

"I'd rather not get food poisoning on top of a stomach bug, thanks," Leo wrinkled his nose in a disdainful manner and Wendy rolled her eyes.

"Starve then," she said, not meaning it and walking out of the room in order to rid herself of her shoes and coat. Ignoring his previous answer, she searched the kitchen for the ingredients to make soup and then spent good ten minutes scrolling through google to find a recipe.

"You know," Leo mumbled, walking slowly into the kitchen, probably curious if she had left or not. He had brougth the blanket with him, wrapped around his shoulders like a cape and looked like death warmed over. JD was jumping at his foot, playfully trying to grab the tip of the blanket, "you don't need a recipe for soup, just boil some vegetables. It's really not that hard."

"Do you wanna make it yourself?" Wendy scoffed and Leo grumbled something uninteligible under his breath, before sitting down on the couch, observing her every move.

"Why'd you come here?" he asked after a minute and Wendy let out a frustrated huff.

"Because Jonah-"

"No, not here," Leo rolled his eyes, rubbing his chest in an uneasy manner, "I meant to town. To Maine. Why didn't you stay in NY?"

Wen frowned. Leo had never shown any interest on her life, this was out of the blue.

"Uhm..." She started peeling some carrots before throwing them in the pan full of water, "I needed a fresh start... Penn was great, but there were too many... Memories, I guess. Too close to home too."

"It's two hours away," Leo pointed out and Wendy shrugged.

"And Maine is seven and I'm happier this way," she finished throwing all the vegetables in the pot and put a lid on it, crossing her arms, "why are you asking?"

"I feel disgusting, just humor me, would ya?" Leo said, moving on the couch so he could better cuddle JD when she climbed it and curled up on his stomach, "talk with me."

Wendy sighed and walked to the living room area, sitting on the armchair across from him, "okay... What do you wanna know?"

"What are your parents names?" Leo smiled as JD headbutted his chin, purring like crazy, "are they assholes?"

"Lydia and Sheldon," Wendy rolled her eyes, picking at her nails, "they're jerks, they're not assholes."

He let out a little snort at the sentence, before grimacing and softly pressing on his stomach, pushing up a little sick burp, "and? We're having a conversation here."

"You're not collaborating enough for us to call it a conversation, it's more of an interrogatory. Why did you move here? I can hear the accent."

"They offered me a full ride," Leo shrugged, "they even paid my damn bus tickets."

Wendy raised her eyebrows, studying him, "so you didn't choose here?"

"I applied to a lot of places. As far away from home as I could and then I got the best deal," he closed his eyes, clearly looking uncomfortable but not by whatever he was sharing.

Wendy had a million questions she wanted to ask, but she settled for, "do you need the bucket?"

"No," Leo shook his head, throwing an arm around his stomach, "nothing left...UuUrogh-" a louder belch interrupted him, causing JD to meow in an indignant manner since her head was pressed to his collarbone, and he let out a relieved sigh, whole face ablaze, "to bring up."

Wendy squinted, not sure if she believed him or not and feeling amused by how embarrassed he clearly was. Leo muffled another tiny burp on his fist, then looked at her, "did you have a crush on Jon?"

She spluttered for air, before throwing her head back and laughing "oh is this why you hate me!?" Wendy cackled, earning a glare.

"No-"

"It totally is," Wendy's shoulders shook with giggles, "you think I'm pulling a Jolene on your man."

"I don't think that," Leo scoffed, his face even redder than before and moved his position again, clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed enough he couldn't stay put. It finally pissed off JD enough she moved away from him, curling up on the opposite end of the couch, "Wendy, shut up-"

"I never crushed on him, you're so ridiculous," Wendy giggled and Leo groaned, sitting up straight, facing the ground with his arms wrapped around his stomach.

"You're so fucking annoying."

"At least I wasn't convinced my gay boyfriend was going to run off with some girl-"

"It's not that," Leo sighed, swallowing convulsively, "it's not like that. You got here before we were together and I had never-"

Wendy frowned, her giggle fit fizzing out as she noticed two things: Leo looked dangerously close to throwing up again and he looked genuinely upset. He was being serious.

"C'mere," she got up, reaching for his arm and Leo easily allowed her to pull him to his feet, swaying dangerously so Wen wrapped an arm around his waist.

He slapped a hand over his mouth, voice coming out all muffled, "I have never seen Jon act like that with anyone."

"Like that?" Wendy pushed the guest bathroom door open with her hip, flipping on the lights and Leo curled up on the ground. He sat down, leaning over it to spit the thick saliva pooling on his mouth and then planted an elbow on the porcelain, a hand combing his hair back and staying there, supporting his head.

"So sweet- I didn't even know - When you got here, I thought he was dating you and I hated it," Leo said quietly, staring at the water and spitting again when the bitterness filled his mouth. He vaguely could feel Wendy fussing, her hand coming to rub between his shoulder blades.

She let out a huff, "you're so ridiculous being jealous of Jon, as if you're not everything he talks about all day, every day," Wendy said, thumb rolling on his nape in little soothing circles.

Leo let out a groan, not in response to her words, but when his stomach churned harder and he leaned even more forward, now bringing up a little bit of colored spit, "fuck..." he moved the hand that was bracing him against the wall and planted it on his stomach, "how can I still have anything to bring up?"

Wendy let out a sympathetic noise and rubbed his back, "you're almost through the bug," she said, which he figured wasn't wrong since he had stopped puking for the evening, but at the current moment felt like the biggest lie ever. He rocked on his heels, coughing up a thin stream of puke when his belly let out a loud gurgle.

Nothing felt settled and he pressed against his sick tummy, fingers digging in on the hurt organ as he gagged again.

"Leo, you're empty, honey," Wendy said quietly, touching his shoulder. Leo shook his head.

"I don't feel empty..."

"You are. You need to eat something," she straightened him up, "take a deep breath."

Leo sat back down, spine straight and hugged his stomach with both arms as she got him a glass of water and flushed the toilet. His mouth tasted terrible and his tummy was rolling around, despite the hollow sensation.

He wanted Jon, but saying that out loud sounded like asking to be teased, so he kept quiet. He glanced up when Wendy crouched back down again, holding the glass before his lips, "small sips," she instructed.

The water soothed his throat and he braced for it to land like a brick on his belly, but it actually felt slightly better. Leo let out a sigh, taking another sip, "thanks."

Wendy smiled, looking terribly soft for a second and Leo felt an urge to snap at her, if only to get rid of that fond little smile in the corner of her lip, "you're welcome."

He leaned back against the wall, "I'm glad you came."

"I- I'm glad I came t-" Wendy started to say, looking surprised and touched, so Leo interrupted.

"But you definitely can't cook, I can smell the soup burning from here."

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