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breadcheekstete · 2 years

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@chubbybubbyjoonie1 this request was the last puzzle piece i needed to finally make a domestic vm¡n wg fic. i'm still sorting out the story but take this as a little appetizer (ôㅈô)

th cheerfully laughs as he pokes jm's tummy. it barely dips for how packed full he is. "you know. you should have changed into something more comfortable if you planned to gorge yourself."

"i didn't have anything else in hand to open the door. and i refuse to open it in underwear like you do."

"just saying." th pulls at the elastic of his sweats and let's go for it to slap his underbelly, jiggling it.

i mean, it's an obvious solution. but now, with his tummy distended further enough to cover his crotch area off sight, he just wants to take his jeans off at all cost.

and it hurts so bad. jm tries to undo the button, grunting as he sucks in but nothing works with how hard his little belly is. so stubborn. "these. fucking. jeans," he complains. he gives up and lets his belly round out with an exhale and then pop!

the button flickers to th's lap, making him laugh when it hits his thick thigh. "if you wanted the last slice, you could have said so," th says, with his cheeks full, getting crumbs on his tshirt and sweats.

"tæhyung, that's not– don't you think we're getting a bit… fat? it's our second box already."

th takes a sip of his coke. "not fat –uURrp, it's happy relationship weight."

jm's stomach gurgles angrily, either from pain or hunger. he no longer knows the difference, so he rubs it over his strained tshirt. "no, tætæ. these are already the third pair of jeans i outgrown."

th turns to him, his concerned eyes eclipsing the mess in the corners of his mouth. "we can stop whenever you want," he says. "i wish you could see yourself like i do."

jm rolls his eyes, hiccuping as he fidgets on his spot on the couch. "tæhyung."

"i mean it. i don't want you to diet every time you gain weight just from eating comfortably. look at us. i'm twice as you and you still love me and i'm happy with you, no matter the weight."

"you really let yourself go,,"

th pats his belly and shakes the side. "what can i say, i never liked to exercise." he burps rumbly on his fist through a mouthful of pizza, chewing still when he says, "you want the last piece, though? i'm still a bit hungry."

jm shakes his head, kneading th's love handles as he helps himself with the last slice of the pizza. "you're becoming such a hog, tæhyu–*hic* –uuuuUUuRP."

jm freezes in embarrassment, he didn't see that one coming and th's face is not helping at all as he licks his lips. "that was a good one, j¡minie."

"don't get turned on by that," he deadpants

th makes a quick job in finishing his food. on a mission to get closer to his boyfriend (with a bit of discomfort from his full gut) to steal a hungry kiss from his lips.

"i can't help it when you look so hot." he rubs circles on the other's tummy, gaining a more silent burp from jm who just gives in the sensation and starts to dozze out. "i think we should take this to the bedroom, don't you think, m¡nnie?"

he hums expectantly. "yeah, but no pajamas tonight."

#bts feederism #chub kink #breadcheekstetefic #burp kink

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kmoneykmoney137 · 4 years

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Invisible String

The pages in my book rustled in the wind as I sat on the bench reading the next chapter for class. The leaves on the ground were a mix of red, yellow, and brown. The sky above matched the color of the cover of the book in my hand, grey. Clouds were forming and I knew by the time I walked out of class the temperature will have dropped.

I pull my jacket tighter around my body and put my book and notes back into my backpack and get up from the bench I was on to start crossing the courtyard to get to my last class of the day. I put my headphones on and hit shuffle and music starts to flood my ears. I check my phone and see that I had a new notification from my roommate Isabella.

"Are we still on for tonight?" reads the text from Isabella. "Of course, I just need to get through this last lecture then I'll go home and get ready" I respond.

I push through the wide doors of the lecture hall with my hip and start heading to my seat. I smile as I see the person in the seat right next to mine. "Hey Ez" I say with a smile as I sit down. "Hello Evelyn" he says while he smiles back.

I met Ezra last year in one of my literature classes and was happy to see a familiar face at the start of the term in this class. Today Ezra has on a green oversized jumper and a white beanie hiding his soft blonde hair. The professor walks in and I quickly put away my phone and pull out my binder and book for the class. I glance at the clock at the front of the lecture hall already yearning for it to be two hours later than it already is.

"Hello class, I hope everyone is well. Today were going to start off by talking about chapter 13 in your book that you were supposed to have read for the day" the Professor states. I pull out a pen and paper and prepare to take notes. About an hour into the lecture I see a hand slide a note onto my notepad.

"Are you going to Rumors tonight? I see written on the note in Ezra's handwriting. A shy smile comes to my lips as I flip the card over and reply. "Only if you're going to be there" and slide the paper back over to him. A smile grows on his face as he reads my response.

Rumors was a bar that was right off campus that a lot of the upper classmen went to on the weekends, and since it was a Friday night, there was no doubt in my mind that the bar was going to be full.

Ezra slides another note onto my notepad that reads "First drink is on me." I smile as I finish reading the words he's written and as I look up, I receive a wink from him before he starts paying attention to the lecture again.

Ezra and I did not talk much before this class although we've known each other from previous classes. We sat next to each other in this class at the start of the term and soon study sessions in the library turned into dinner study sessions at either my apartment or his and those quickly just turned into us hanging out.

Another hour quickly passes, and the clock hands turn to twelve and seven and it's not long before the people in the lecture hall are packing up their bags to head home. I quickly zip up my belongings and wait for Ezra to finish getting his things in order.

"Am I finally going to be able to get you to sing karaoke tonight with me at Rumors or are the second and third drinks going to have to be on me too, to get that to happen?" Ezra jokes. A soft scoff escapes my lips as I roll my eyes and start heading for the door.

"Ez, you of all people should know that I cannot sing to save my life" I say.

"Oh, don't say that, your talents need to be shown to the world, not just me" he jokes back. We push open the door and as expected the temperature has dropped. A shiver goes through my body and I begin to put on the jacket I brought with me.

The wind picks up and a mini tornado of leaves swirl around our feet blending their colors together. A loose curl falls in my face and I quickly tuck it back behind my ear. Ezra begins to talk to me about a book he is reading in one of his other literature classes that I have already read, and I nod when necessary and provide commentary when needed.

Ezra is a literature major here at Boston College. I'm a literature minor but a history major so some of our classes have overlapped. The leaves crunch under our feet and we near the bus stop that takes us back to our apartments. We wait for about five minutes for the next bus to arrive and make small conversation during the time. When it does finally arrive, we board the bus and find a seat towards the back.

I study Ezra's face while he talks, he has a way of being beautiful without even trying.

His soft curls that are tucked away under his beanie are normally out on full display and look like he just rolled out of bed. But in a good way. His hazel eyes look like they can't decide if they want to be green or brown and are fighting for the spotlight. His dimples are on full display as he tells me about a joke that he heard earlier from one of his friends and his lips... if I moved two inches closer to him right now, I could finally know what it feels like to have those lips against mine.

I quickly shake the thought of that away and pay attention to what he is saying. I told myself, like every other girl has probably told themselves, that I would not fall for Ezra, but here we are. I see the stop for my apartment coming up and pull the line to signal the bus to stop.

"Okay I'll see you tonight, I'm going with Matthew and Chris but don't worry I'll find you." Ezra says with a smile. I nod and respond, "Sounds good see you there." While giving him a small wave and hopping off the bus.

I walk about a minute around the block and finally reach the doors of my apartment. I click in the four-digit code and soon hear the lock click and push the door open. I walk into the living room to hear the sounds of Broad City playing from the tv and see Isabella on the coach watching.

When she hears me come in Isabella quickly turns around and gives me a big grin. Isabella is one of the smartest as well as one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.

Isabella is tall and lean with umber brown skin. She has long jet-black hair which she either wears in box braids or straight down. Tonight, she is wearing a white cropped tank top with high wasted jeans and a black blazer with her hair straightened and down.

I set my backpack down on the ground and sit next to her.

"Hey! there's no time for sitting you have to go get ready" Isabella states. I roll my eyes and push myself back up. "We're not going for like another hour" I say. "Yes, I'm fully aware of that but it is chilly out and I want to be one of the first ones at the door, so we won't have to wait" she rebuttals.

I groan and pick up my backpack and head to the other side of the apartment to my room. I open my door and head over to my closet to search for something to wear. I start to skim through my closet and hear footsteps nearing my room. I glance up to see Isabella walk into my room and take a seat on my bed. I continue to browse but then end up picking out a black turtleneck and a brown baby doll dress from my closet.

I set the clothes on my bed and go to my bathroom to get my makeup bag. When I walk back into my room Isabella is scrolling through her phone. "Is Ezra going to be there tonight?" She asks me and glances up. A small blush creeps up my neck as I respond "yes."

Isabella smirks and I shoot her a glare. I've never told Isabella about how I feel about Ezra, but she is the one person who knows me better than I know myself. So, I'm not surprised that she knows. I head back to the bathroom and quickly change into the clothes I picked out.

I walk back out to my room and sit in front of my mirror and start putting on some makeup. Isabella and I catch up and tell each other about how our day went. Isabella is a WGS major and her classes are a lot more interesting than mine, so I love hearing about what she learns. After I finish applying my lipstick I move onto my hair. I get up to put my makeup bag back into the bathroom and on my way back grab a pick to fluff up my curls. I had them tied back all day so they're a little flat.

I push the pick into my hair bringing more life to my curls. I do some last-minute touches and then check the time on my bed side table clock. It's already past eight and it'll take us at least fifteen minutes to take the bus there, we better start going. Isabella, seeing that I'm finished walks out and goes into her room to grab her purse and slip on her shoes. I do the same in mine. We walk out of the apartment together and lock the door behind us.

It's a short walk back to the bus stop and pretty soon we see the bus that will take us a block from the bar pull up. As it comes to a stop in front of us, I can already see how full the bus is through the windows, most likely people also headed to the bar. We get on and stand next to each other in the front of the bus holding onto the handles as it starts to move. I look around and am flooded with unfamiliar faces. Most people on the bus look-like upper-class men while a few look like they are really going to need their Fake ID's to work in order to get in. I turn back around and look out the window at the cars driving by.

"Are you getting drunk tonight?" Isabella asks from beside me. "I'm not too sure yet" I respond. I did want to get drunk tonight, but I also know I have an exam in one of my history courses that I have not started study for at all on Monday. Which means I can either try to study with or without a hangover tomorrow and I would prefer the last option.

The bus soon pulls up to the stop that we need to get off at and we quickly shuffle off. Isabella and I start walking around the block to head to the bar. As we approach, we see a line start to form near the entrance. I check my phone and see that its 8:50, only ten more minutes till the bar opens. We get in line towards the front and I start to look around to see if Ezra is there yet. I don't see him or his friends, so I decide to text him.

I look down at my phone to start texting him when suddenly someone bumps into my shoulder. I stagger and look up and see a boy with brownish blonde hair giggling while a blush creeps up on his neck. "I'm so sorry about that, my friend accidentally pushed me" he says with an Irish accent and a hint of a giggle still in his voice. I glance at his friend who is walking in front of him but all I can see is the back of a head of curly hair. The guy who bumped into me gives me a smile and then turns to catch up to his friend.

"I swear guys never look where they're going." Isabella says in an annoyed voice. "I know it's so annoying" I agree while I nod my head and then look back down at my phone to continue texting Ezra. Just as I am about to hit send, I feel a tap on my shoulder and look up to see Ezra in front of me with a smile on his face.

A smile comes to my face immediately. "I was just about to text you" I tell him. "Yeah sorry we were running a little late, I couldn't find my wallet" Ezra says.

"Hey Ez" Isabella says with a smile and a small wave and I see her eye his two friends. Ezra responds with a hello and then introduces his two friends to Isabella. I've met Matthew and Chris before, one time while studying at Ezra's apartment they came over and we all ended up getting dinner.

I feel my phone buzz and look down to see a text from Isabella. "I need you to help me get Chris PLEASE" it says.

I laugh and give her a wink. We wait another five minutes and then are finally let into the bar. The five of us find a table and then Ezra goes up to get the drinks. "So, Chris, how is your term going so far?" Isabella asks. Chris has light brown hair that almost curls and has puppy dog brown eyes with a smile that takes up most of his face. He seems like the type of guy Isabella would go for so the text she sent earlier was not too unexpected.

He responds and pretty soon the two-start chatting. I start making conversation with Matthew and not long after Ezra returns with the drinks. About an hour in we are all still at the table the only difference being most of us are already three shots or more in. My body is starting to feel warm and I'm suddenly laughing at every joke that is said.

Around us the bar is full of people our age either singing karaoke or at tables like our chatting with their friends. Laughter and music can be heard all throughout the bar. Ezra leans over the table towards me and asks, "Alright are you ready to get up there and sing now?" I roll my eyes and laugh; Ezra knows how terrible of a singer I am. "Only if you go up there and sing with me." I say back with a grin.

"Okay okay I'll do it." He says with a smile, his dimples on full display. Ezra is four drinks in and the rose color that's formed on his cheeks are evidence of what is currently flowing through his body. "Go request a song for us." He says and nods his head over to the DJ table.

I stand up to start walking over to the DJ to put our names down on the list and request a song. I weave through numerous bodies and eventually make it over to the DJ booth. I reach to grab the pen but suddenly there is a hand below mine that grabs it before me. My brows furrow and I look up but my breath leaves my body as two emerald eyes stare back at me.

Hi! This is the first chapter of my Harry fic on Wattpad called Invisible String... if you’d like to read more click here: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Kmoneykmoney137 !!!

Thank’s so much for reading ♥️

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pangtasias-atelier · 4 years

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7 Contracts

Warning: This story contains fetish content, specifically male weight gain.

So I've been playing Ob/ey M/e! recently and I love the cast. Even if the game is pretty standard oto/me fare.

Did not feel like describing 7 characters appearance, especially since this was a sour of the moment thing that I'm not sure if I'll continue so here's an an image of what they look like lol.

Left to Right

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beezlebub, Belphegor.

Wg is kinda just there but not much. This was more of a silly thing

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"So, any plans on fixing this?" Satan grabs his stomach, the fresh layer of pudge slotting itself in between his hands, and shakes it. "Cause last I checked, and last you checked, and last everyone else checked, that human had no ability to take advantage of our pacts," Satan vehemently spits out the last word, teeth clenching. He stares at Lucifer who merely continues to sit at his desk.

Lucifer puts his pen down, the metal utensil clacking against the wood. "I don't know how to fix this, Satan," Lucifer impassively stares back at Satan, his shoulders sagging. Lucifer puts up his hand as Satan goes to speak. "And no, I will not go to Lord Diavolo concerning this matter. Drop the issue," Lucifer the eldest and strongest, Satan bites his cheek.

"Doesn't matter if you go to Diavolo!" A new voice sounding through, Asmodeus cheerfully walks inside. Smiling, his skimpy crop top shows the noticeable bulge of his stomach, his booty shorts rising up on his ass. "The dumb human is too busy with stupid Mammon," Asmodeus puffs out his cheeks. "So I decided to see what other interesting things were happening,"

Lucifer stands up, glaring down at Asmodeus; Satan moves to the side, no longer in the way of a sudden tackle or blast of energy. "Asmodeus, explain. And quickly please,"

"Well, Diavolo made you make a pact with the human in exchange for forgetting about the whole matter of treason," Satan's eyes widen from Asmodeus' words.

"Of course, Lord Diavolo was kind enough to lighten-"

"Diavolo can discern the truth. He knew this was going to happen," Satan holds his head with his hand, staring at the floor.

"Lord Diavolo would never do such a thing!" Lucifer shouts, eyes on Satan now.

"I guess you're right," Asmodeus shrugs. "But!" He puts up a sausage finger. "We'll never know unless we ask Di-"

Satan preemptively turns around, barely flinching when he hears the crunch of the wall.

Lucifer holding Asmodeus' wrists, he pins him to the wall, a sizeable portion dented. "You are expressly forbidden to do such a thing," Asmodeus grins up at Lucifer. "Am I clear, Asmodeus,"

"Clearer than a sunny day!" Lucifer lets go of Asmodeus. "I'm sure we're all fine without any help, none of us are complaining~," Asmodeus winks at them.

"I've been complaining!" Satan denies.

"You only started once the human got bored with you," Asmodeus only slightly weaker than Satan, he dodged out of the punch thrown his way. "That's the way the cookie crumbles, sadly," Asmodeus frowns, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. "Us three don't exactly personify the best trait for what the human is doing to us," Asmodeus sighs as he rests his hand on his cheek, his other hand on his gut.

"Lucifer is pride, so it's no wonder he's still as slim as ever," Asmodeus ignores the spike of energy that surges behind him from Lucifer's glare. "You're wrath; which isn't bad but it's not good. But me! I'm lust! The human should be putty in my hands. It's not fair," Lamenting his cruel fate, Asmodeus melodramatically puts his arm to his forehead. Asmodeus turns from a hand placed on his shoulder

"Asmodeus, get out of my room," Lucifer commands, irritated. "Satan, you as well,"

"He's probably mad cause I pointed out how little time the human has spent with him," Asmodeus 'whispers' to Satan, Asmodeus barely bothering to lower his voice.

"He did form a pact last," Satan retorts back, the two grinning as they scamper out of Lucifer's room.

The door slammed shut behind them, the two look at each other.

"Well, I'm going back to the human!" Asmodeus announces, about to scamper off again before Satan grabs him by the wrist.

"I'm going too," Satan looks the other way, blushing. "And shut up, so what if I was jealous? So is everyone else in this damn house,"

"Glad you could finally admit it," Asmodeus gloats before rushing off.

Satan growls. Childish behavior expected of Asmodeus, he can't really share in his idiotic antics. Letting Asmodeus reach the human first, he follows him.

The human unaware of the two approaching demons, he simply keeps feeding Mammon.

Currently lying down, Mammon rests his head on the human's lap with his eyes closed. Gargantuan gut rising far above him, it spreads out far, his shirt too small to contain it. His pants busted at the seams, bits of his boxers are visible, Mammon's fatty thighs seeping through the tears.

Mammon lazily lifts up an arm, the effort taxing at his size, and pats his stomach. "It's great to see you appreciate how wonderful I am!" Mammon gloats, the occurrence often now. "The handsomest, smartest, intelligentest of us, I, the great Mammon," Leaving his mouth open, he closes it as the human lowers the grape vine.

"Boooring," Popping through the open door, Asmodeus frowns at the sight.

"I was thinking pathetic," Satan adds, snickering. "Stupid Mammon doesn't even know it's most handsome and most intelligent,"

"Hey!" Flailing, Mammon struggles to bring himself up, out of breath. His gut wobbles in the air as he remains stuck on his back like a turtle. "A little help here," He whimpers, lightly sweating.

Satan and Asmodeus ignore Mammon; instead, they keep their attention focused on the human who smiles at Mammon.

"You, you gotta be stronger than that!" The human's hands holding Mammon's he tugs to help him up. Mammon's gut in the way, he gives up. "Too tired, I need more food," He whines.

"Talking about nothing but food is Beezlebub's shtick," Satan rolls his eyes at Mammon's helpless state.

"He is the demon of greed; guess he went from being greedy for money to being greedy for food," Asmodeus giggles, hand brought to his lips. Walking up to Mammon, Asmodeus leans on him, digging his elbows into his stomach. "Good thing you're so dumb and left yourself helpless, cause we're taking the human for ourselves,"

"Get off of me!" Mammon continues flailing. "And like hell you will!"

"We will," Satan smiles, placing a hand on the human.

"It's supposed to be my turn," Waddling through, Leviathan struggles with the doorway, his hips getting themselves stuck. "And if you take away my turn…" Leviathan bares his teeth at them, shaking as he clenches his fists. Breaking himself free, he stands right in front of the door, blocking their means of escape. Obese, his body is pear shaped, his thighs clashing against each other as his bell shaped stomach sags halfway to his knees. In lounge-wear, his sweatpants cling to and accentuate his wide hips; his sweatshirt rests somewhat loosely on his body.

"Now Levi, just cause you're the demon of envy," Asmodeus backs away, hands up. "There's no need to be upset, besides, it was all Satan's idea!" Asmodeus hides behind Mammon.

"Hey! I'm not some inanimate object to do whatever you want!"

"Unless it's the human," Satan quips, smiling as Mammon gets red.

"He should be happy that I even offer to spend time with him, if-"

"Shut up!" Angered from hearing them talk about the human, Leviathan takes a step forward.

Satan pushes the human to Leviathan, hiding behind Mammon as well.

"What are-" Mammon ends up silenced as Satan and Asmodeus roll him over and help him stand up.

"You're stronger than Leviathan, so do something about him!" Asmodeus pushes Mammon, Mammon not even budging.

Leviathan meanwhile happily smiles at the human, his prize obtained. "I hope those brutes didn't dirty you in any way. I'd be no worse than stupid Mammon if they did,"

"That's not possible," Satan and Asmodeus reply, Leviathan agreeing.

"Do you want me to help or not?" Mammon sighing, he rests his hands on his knees. "I think I need to lie down…"

Asmodeus and Satan busy making sure Mammon doesn't quit on them, Leviathan ignores them.

"Let's go, you owe me a handmade bento just like in episode 7 of-" Leviathan bumped into, he glares behind him, tugging the human closer to himself.

"You're all too loud," Belphegor yawns, his doughy arms sagging as he lazily lifts them. Fat, he moobs bounce as he makes his way to Mammon's bed and lies down on it. Simply wearing boxers, modesty unimportant, his nearly nude body jiggles as he makes himself comfortable.

"The human is here, where's the food?" Beezlebub shows up after Belphegor, munching on pizza. Beezlebub's metabolism working against him, he remains chunky, his paunch of a stomach resting snugly in his shirt.

"Great, like we really needed sloth and gluttony here," Asmodeus murmurs to himself, talking about Belphegor and Beezlebub respectively.

"Too many people here…" Leviathan groans, clenching his teeth.

Everyone chiming in with their own complaints, the room ends up in chaos. No one paying attention, none of them notice the human chanting under his breath.

A black puff of smoke appearing catches all six of their attention. Lucifer summoned, he scoffs at seeing all of them.

"Are you all so pathetic that I need to fix your mistakes?" Lucifer grinds his teeth as their whining continues. "If you intend to act like children, then like children I'll treat you," Lucifer shouts, his voice booming throughout the room.

Everyone now quiet, they wait for him to speak.

"Everyone will get one day of the week with the human," He stomps his foot as the volume picks up. "No complaints,"

"And to end you're bickering for today, the human shall accompany me for tonight," Poofing away, Lucifer takes the human with him.

The two now alone, Lucifer lets go of them. "Don't believe that I'll prostrate myself before you like the rest of them," Heading back to his desk, paperwork from Lord Diavolo more important, Lucifer ignores the human as they leave.

Too focused on paperwork, it feels as if the human returns in mere seconds, a platter of decadent sweets in their hand.

Lucifer eyes them as they leave the platter on Lucifer's desk before leaving. Checking them for magic, he finds nothing. Sniffing a muffin, he glances to make sure no one else is in the room. Taking a small bite, he closes his eyes as the sweet chocolate melts in his mouth. Nibbling the rest of it as he continues his work, the platter ends up empty far too soon.

The day already near its end, having to wait a week to try more of the human's food sounds like an ordeal.

#my writing #male weight gain #fat fiction #fat story

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unendeligtid · 5 years

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88/6or 13 please💖

and 20 years later, here it is! i’m so sorry dfgch im so behind on my asks y’all please know that i see every ask that i get sent and i have a bunch planned! thank youuuuu

i’ve already done 6, which you can find here!

content warning for excessive alcohol use. this prompt is based off of this video, which is a Top Tier meme if i do say so myself

13. “Don’t you dare.”

Jonas has seen his best friend in varying degrees of absolutely wasted.

To be fair, Matteo has definitely seen him completely smashed, but Jonas can normally handle his liquor pretty well.

Matteo, on the other hand, becomes an absolute menace when he’s drunk. He basically acts like a ragdoll, throwing all of his weight onto the nearest shoulder that he can find. He doesn’t even get particularly sleepy, either; it’s like he forgets how to use his own body.

Ever since Matteo started dating David, however, it’s been different.

David seems to handle his alcohol pretty well, and so he normally manages to put up with whatever drunken-Matteo shenanigans come his way fairly well. Jonas doesn’t get how the poor guy can do it, whether it be allowing Matteo to slump on him for the entire night until they both fall asleep, or giving Matteo a piggyback ride all the way home.

It’s like they’re a match made in heaven.

Now, however, Jonas sort of wants to shoot them both.

David’s drunk, and not in a pleasantly buzzed and happy kind of way. No, the dude is smashed. He’s stumbling around, laughing loudly whenever Matteo trips, and whining in protest whenever Matteo makes fun of him for tripping. It’s honestly kind of cute, and if it were just Jonas and David, Jonas reckons they’d be fine.

The problem is Matteo.

He’s actually just refused to stand up anymore, claiming that he’s too tired, but refusing to walk home to actually get to his bed. Jonas swears to god, Matteo owes him some weed after the shit that he’s been pulling tonight.

He’s carrying Matteo, his arms hooked under his knees to keep him from falling down. Matteo’s clutching onto Jonas’ neck desperately, all the while trying to drag them down to the pavement.

“I wanna sleep,” Matteo whines, his words so slurred that Jonas barely understands him. In fact, the only reason Jonas understands him in the first place is because Matteo has been telling him this repeatedly for the past five minutes.

“Yeah, I know buddy,” Jonas grunts, stopping for a second to shift around Matteo’s weight in his arms. “I’m trying to get you home.”

“No, I wanna sleep on the fucking curb,” Matteo yells brattily, trying again to lower himself to the ground from Jonas’ arms. “Let me-”

“Don’t you dare!” Jonas argues, feeling his arms shake under the weight of his best friend. “David, please tell your boyfriend that he cannot sleep in the curb.”

“Hm,” David slurs from his spot next to him, looking up from where he’d been intensely focussed on his shoes dragging on the pavement.

“David!” Jonas snaps, and the boy looks up at him with a smile on his face. His gaze trails down to Matteo and softens.

“Look at him,” David cooes, reaching out to clumsily brush his fingers across Matteo’s cheek. “He’s so sweet.”

Sweet isn’t exactly the word that Jonas would use to describe his best friend, but he shakes that thought out of his head. “Digga, I can’t let you two sleep on the curb,” he argues again, trying his best to keep David engaged in the conversation.

“Sleeping sounds nice,” David gasps, as if he’s had a sudden realisation that he is, in fact, capable of falling asleep. “We should sleep, babe.”

“On the curb,” Matteo agrees sleepily, his voice quiet.

“Why are you two like this?” Jonas asks, not expecting an answer. “Okay, you two can have all the sleep in the world once we get to the WG, okay? Matteo’s bed is much more comfortable than the ground.”

“Ohh,” David says, his eyes widening comically in realisation. “I like Matteo’s bed, it smells really nice.”

Jonas snorts and rolls his eyes. In his arms, Matteo has begun to doze off. David looks down at his boyfriend and seems to have the same idea, because he slumps against Jonas’ shoulder.

“Ooh,” David murmurs into his shoulder, his voice muffled. “You’re comfy. No homo, though.”

“Alright, buddy,” Jonas sighs, rolling his eyes fondly. “Let’s get you two home.”

In the end they manage to get home intact, although Jonas reckons his arms will be sore for the next few days. He makes sure that both boys are safe and sound in Matteo’s bed, before turning around to look for a piece of paper on Matteo’s desk.

He manages to find a crumpled up drawing of David’s in the corner. When he opens it, he realises that it’s a drawing of Matteo, sound asleep. It appears to be a dud, though, given how much of a perfectionist David is with his art.

Still, though, it’s incredibly endearing.

He finds another paper, a receipt or something, and scrawls a note on the back with his messy handwriting.

He leaves the note on the bedside table, and looks at the boys once more. Somehow, they’re even more tangled up than before. Matteo’s nose is almost completely smushed into David’s neck, and David’s left arm is bent up in such a weird angle that it’s probably going to be numb when he wakes up.

Jonas chuckles to himself as he leaves Matteo’s room, heading down the stairs, and makes his own way home.

Those boys, he swears to God.

Hey lovebirds,

You owe me so much for getting your drunken asses home last night. You’re both menaces.

Love,

Jonas

#daven #davenzi fic #david schreibner #matteo x david #matteo florenzi #i kinda hate this but here we are lmao

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