#id make cake for us if we could... and we could eat it together..

[vhstown]

ain't no love; pt. 2

"ain't no love in the heart of town"

— miles g morales x gn!reader series

SUMMARY: Miles Morales is just a kid without a father; the Prowler is just a "rotten" vigilante. Both of them start coming into your life — one in the middle of the semester, and the other by total accident.

SERIES MASTERLIST 📼 ← PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 →

chapter summary: [MILES POV] Miles thinks there's something sinister going on at Visions. But first, he has to ask you out — to a job fair.

content/warnings: mentions of food/hunger, implied kidnapping, use of drugs (not by miles or reader) and there are some word meanings at the end!

word count: 4.7k

a/n: never thought id make it this far. 2/4 yo! thank you @qiupachups for proofreading 🙏 my g fr

“Take your headphones out.”

“~Ain’t no love… in the hear–”

Miles slipped his earbud out before putting his hand into his pocket again; it’d go back in once he left the counsellor’s office anyhow. First, he had to deal with the woman in front of him — Ms. Weber, the woman he’d been avoiding all week.

“Why didn’t you come to see me yesterday?” The woman peered at him through her red-framed glasses. Her disapproving gaze was one Miles was yet to get used to.

“Had to uh, see a teacher.” Her gaze became more disbelieving than disapproving. It was true, though, his calc teacher wasn’t the only faculty member he seemed to be annoying today.

“Right, and they didn’t tell you to take out your headphones?” The woman leaned over on her desk much like Mr. Wellston had, except it actually had the intended effect, like he was talking to his mother; Miles fumbled a bit with the earbud in his pocket. “We need to discuss your extracurriculars.”

“Do I need extracurriculars? I mean, I kinda already got some.”

“Such as?”

“An extra calc class. And Spanish catch-up. And English—”

“Something that isn’t to do with your academics, Miles — hence extra-curricular. College applications are right around the corner.”

“I’m doin’ fine right now,” he shrugged. Weber didn’t look very impressed.

“If you wanna go out of state, "fine" isn’t enough. You’re not the only kid applying.”

“Not like I said that.” He leaned back, making his chair creak loudly.

Talking to Ms. Weber felt like a chore. Sure, she had his best interest at heart, but she’d never know the half of it. His cooperativeness was running thin as the ache in his muscles worsened — if only Aaron didn’t make him get so serious all of a sudden. Miles couldn't listen to everyone, he guessed.

The woman leaned forward, tilting her head, maybe for emphasis. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too, Miles.”

Leaning back wasn’t helping with the soreness, or Ms. Weber. “Not if there was no cake to begin with.”

She let out a breath, a more civil version of the loud sigh building up in Miles’ lungs. “How about this? You try your hand at some volunteering.”

“Volunteering?” He was already sure that he wouldn’t bother. He did plenty volunteering already — if illegal vigilantism counted.

“There’s a careers fair for freshmen soon. It’d look good on your application if you helped to organise.”

“Aren’t teachers supposed to do that?”

“I’m right in front of you.” Her tone was drier than his.

“You’re just a counsellor though—” Miles’ lips pressed together, Ms. Weber’s eyes narrowing at him. He didn’t want the same fate that guy had calling his mom “just a nurse”, but it came out before he could stop himself.

“The week after winter break,” she continued. Being a counsellor was less stressful than a nurse, it seemed.

Winter break was after this week — that was when he’d finally stop training for a little while. The week after was the job fair, and…

“So it’s just me that’s doin’ it?”

The counsellor contemplated for a moment, her own lips pursing. “You could ask someone to do it with you. One of your friends, maybe.”

Like he had one of those.

“Huh? What’d you say? Someone’s waiting? You got friends?”

“Miles, c’mon.”

Maybe he did.

“Yeah, fine — I’ll do it,” he muttered. Weber’s expression relaxed, as much as it could with that gruff air still about her.

“Okay, good. Just bring your friend here after school.” Miles simply nodded — now with another thing to think about. “You can go back to lunch.”

He got out of the chair, his hand already on the door handle before Weber spoke again.

“Well done on coming in, by the way.” Miles turned back for a moment, mumbling something like a thanks. He tried not to feel weird about the odd sincerity of her words as he walked through the hallways.

“~Ain’t no love, and in the heart of the city…”

Miles had a lot to think about in general, but only about 20 minutes to think about what he was going to say to you. He also thought about what he was going to eat later — maybe his mom made something. He hoped his uncle didn’t finish the stew. At least his stomach didn’t grumble… Miles tried not to smile, even if nobody was watching.

Though he wanted to talk to you outside of class, he never really had any excuse. The only reason he’d talked to you at all was because that Rafa asshole decided bothering Mrs. Hernandéz wasn’t enough. Miles wasn’t stupid, but Rafael had drawn a massive red target on his own back. It was a miracle that you decided to say something, for Miles and Rafael.

A little height difference wouldn’t make his ankles any harder to break. He half-shook away the thought. No need to get expelled when he had to be here for long enough to confirm his suspicions.

“He went missing, and now he’s teaching calculus at Visions?”

“Yup.”

“That’s my high school.”

“…Jeff did us a service with these files, huh man?”

And so Miles had gone to Mr. Wellston’s classroom with you. It only left him with more questions.

Wellston almost seemed askance when you two walked in together — he didn’t even mention Miles’ earbud. The man was reluctant to let Miles take the extra class with you, for some reason, but Miles could play dumb when he needed to. Something about the whole arrangement was off to him — like it had set off a sixth sense Miles didn’t have.

Really and truly, you were just some kid from his class that happened to be caught up in all of this. If he had a reason, he’d tell you to not go to that stupid class in the first place. He was probably a better tutor anyway — Wellston didn’t seem like the teacher type anyway.

But he was just some kid from your class too — Miles Morales. Gonzalo Morales, though he doubted you knew, or cared. Probably the only person who knew his middle name was his mom; she was always talking about it, his name — to be proud. He had his mother’s last name for a reason, one he never knew about until Aaron told him: keeping him away from crime — his dad’s side. If only she knew what he was up to now.

If only his dad knew what he was up to now.

Miles Gonzalo Morales — whoever that was, was sweating a little at the moment. That was walking quickly, not because he had to figure out what to say in the next 10 seconds. Talking to you? No big deal. He’d done it before… once.

Miles had talked to you once. This past week, all he’d learnt about you was your first name and the fact that you sucked at using your calculator.

Hunched over a textbook with a crumpled up juice box in your hand, Miles spotted you sitting by yourself in the corner of the cafeteria. It’d be an easy conversation: he could bring up the textbook and talk to you alone. The pang of embarrassment that shot through him said otherwise. You looked like you did in Spanish, quiet, focused, a little stressed — like the sketch of you that was crumpled up in his blazer pocket. In the sketch, you were facing away. Right now, your eyes were on him. Mier— (Shi—)

“Can you move?” Miles hastily stepped away, realising he was blocking the line. He tried not to catch the girl’s annoyed stare, and the many others, holding back his grimace and heading for your table.

He sat opposite you; the seat was cold, and he wished he’d brought his jacket. What if it looked like he was shaking, or something? This was stupid. It wasn’t that cold. Just ask, dumbass.

“Hey uh, pana.” Your eyes were on his again, and he tried to smile. “You studyin’?”.

“Trying to.” Gaze trailing back to the textbook, you closed it with a sigh he could only imagine with his music playing in-between the cafeteria noise.

The cover read “AP CALCULUS BC: 1st Edition” — he knew there were at least ten revisions. Maybe you liked collecting old textbooks like he did old comics — that’d be stupid.

“Still don’t know how you got six.” He took out his earphone, before realising what you meant.

“Litres per hour,” he corrected, immediately feeling like punching himself for it. “Could explain it… if you want.” The cold plastic cafeteria bench dug into his palm as his grip on it tightened. Miles Morales — Brooklyn’s only vigilante, and now an AP Calc tutor

“Uh, sure.” You took out a pencil, which clattered far too loudly on the table. He watched you grit your teeth at the sound before giving him an expectant, somewhat unsure look. Miles took the pencil in his hand and started scribbling in the back page of the textbook, with you watching intently.

It was slightly warm, and wrote nicely — would probably draw nicely too. Not important. Just solve the damn thing.

“Why does this equal to the derivative, though?” you interrupted, pointing at the garble of letters and numbers. He had to hold back a sigh, like he wasn’t the one to offer you help. If there’s one thing he didn’t get from his mom, that was his patience — no wonder she was a nurse and he wasn’t a tutor.

“Cause if you take g of x as like, let’s say v or sumn’…” he murmured, brows knitting together as he scribbled out a couple more lines on the side. Rewriting the equation, he glanced at you occasionally, hoping you were getting it.

“Wait, wait, so…”

A flash of realisation came over your face before you abruptly took the pencil from his hand, making his jaw clench as your hand brushed his. You continued the line of working, explaining it to yourself while Miles gave quiet “yeah”s and nods.

“Then all of that should equal six.” The pencil dropped with a quiet thud, rolling onto the inside of the textbook. “Litres per hour,” you added quickly, giving him a meek smile.

“…Yeah. You got it.” Miles could only hold your gaze for a moment, until the eagerness in your eyes had dissipated, and the two of you were left staring at each other. The bend of his knees practically hooked around the seat as he reeled back, realising he’d been leaning over a little too close.

Miles cleared his throat, pushing the textbook back towards you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up; maybe you were a little proud of yourself. All you needed was a little guidance — and he was able to make you understand. He smiled — mentally, of course. Miles Morales — best AP Calc tutor in Brookly—

“Did you need something?”

“Uh, yeah actually, uh…”

Uhhhhhh…

“Uh…?” you repeated.

Miles held his breath; maybe some survival instinct would force him to spit it out. How was he supposed to say this?

“You free? In a couple weeks?”

“…Huh?” Your eyes widened. The cafeteria seemed to go silent.

Definitely not like that.

“Uh, like, for a… volunteer thing,” he corrected, hastily. The way he grit his teeth made his voice sound funny. Nice going, Morales. “I’m doing it. Just thought I’d ask.”

“Oh, um…” Your eyes narrowed in thought, as Miles recovered from un-asking you out. “Maybe? What’s it for?”

“Some job fair — for freshmen.” Your expression turned uncertain. Miles bit the inside of his lip so hard he thought he might split it

“Um…” The way your eyes narrowed was making doubt pool in his stomach. “You know what? Yeah, sure.”

“Really?” Yes, you idiot. “I mean, uh cool.”

“Cool…”

The cleaners were starting to wipe away at the tables. No wonder it seemed so silent — most people had left. “So what do I have to do?” you

“You gotta go to the counsellor’s office after school. We’re gonna uh, help organise and stuff.” He swallowed dry. As much as he didn’t want to be the kid that was always in the counsellor’s office, it wasn’t like he could avoid it. You didn’t ever mention it, but it’s not like anyone did outright.

“Okay,” you nodded simply, letting out a sigh and throwing the ancient textbook into your bag. Miles stood up after you, flexing his sore, bench-marked hand.

“Are you sure you wanna go to that calc class?” you asked, making him look up.

It wasn’t like he had much of a choice — but you didn’t know that. “If you go to that fair.”

You smiled again, probably at the situation — maybe at him.

“Deal. See you Friday.” You waved, and Miles let out a sigh as you walked away.

Being a vigilante was way easier than talking to people.

“~When you were mine, oh I was feeling so good…”

The rest of the day dragged on with the soft kick of bass and the hum of a guitar in his ear. The only thing Miles could think about was the fact that he had to meet you after school. The fact that you said yes surprised him. You were classmates, acquaintances at most — maybe you could actually live up to the “pana” thing.

“~Cause your love lit up, the whole neighbourhood…”

“Miles — question eight?” Miles lifted his head from the desk, staring at the question sheet for a moment.

“Uh… forty two thousand,” he guessed, eyes narrowing at Ms. Calleros in a mix of doubt and hope.

“Forty two thousand what?”

“Six… Litres per hour.”

“Lit— Joules,” he stuttered out.

“…Yeah. You got it.”

Damn it.

RIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIING! Miles was thinking about you too much, and thinking about AP Physics too little.

“Remember your homework due next week!” his teacher called out as everyone scrambled to pack up and leave.

Miles let himself sigh; it was one of many he wanted to let out today. He drew his hand away from the ear with his earbud in. At the same time, he locked eyes with his teacher. Mierda. (Shit.)

She gestured for him to come to her desk with a not-so entertained look on her face. Nothing new, he supposed.

“You know you can’t have your headphones in during class,” she started, glancing at his palm with the earbud in it.

It was faintly murmuring. Miles just awkwardly pressed the pause button.

“I know.”

“There seems to be a lot you know and don’t put into practice, Miles.” It was like every teacher was out to get him. Guess he wasn’t being as sneaky about the music as he thought.

“Sorry,” he offered, half-heartedly. Might as well get this over with.

“What were you listening to?” she asked, eyebrow lightly raised. “Apart from my lesson.”

“Uh… don’t know the name.”

“Are you sure? Because it’s been playing all class.” And since lunch — he hadn’t bothered to turn it off. He didn’t know it was that loud, though.

“I gotta to go to the counsellor’s office…” Miles said in a way that sounded more like a question. He pointed to the door like it would help.

“And I have to go to a meeting, but here I am.” She readjusted her glasses, looking at him curiously — maybe more knowingly.

“Is something wrong? You’ve been pretty quiet today.”

“Nah. Just tired today,” he shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. There was an unconvincing beat of silence, before she unfolded her arms.

“…Well, I hope you feel more energetic soon.” Miles just nodded, making his way to the door.

Gracias a Dios… (Thank God.) She was leaving him alone.

“Oh, and good job on the quiz — one of the highest in this class.” Miles bit back the fleeting warmth in his cheeks, digging his hands further into his pockets.

“Thanks.”

Sometimes it was hard to remember that he wasn’t the Prowler all the time. Right know, he was just a kid: a kid who listened to his uncle’s favourite tracks and lived in a box with his mom in the city he called home — a city that was falling apart day by day.

“Miles!” That kid. That’s who he was — Miles Morales. And you were just you, jogging right behind him.

Stealing a glance of your expression — and hopefully nothing more — he kept ahead of you as the two of you walked to the counsellors office. Neither of you had anything to say, but Miles had so much to think about. You agreed to do the fair with him; maybe he shouldn’t have asked — he wasn’t here to make friends, after all. But you were here now, and he didn’t hesitate when he knocked on the door to the counsellors office.

“Come in!”

There was a screech of chairs as you two sat opposite the guidance counsellor, who was tapping away at her keyboard as usual. Miles’ eyes met yours for a brief second, and when you gave him a smile, he spent so long debating on whether or not to return it with his own that Ms. Weber had already placed a stack of freshly-printed papers on her desk.

“Firstly, you’re going to have to post these around school.” Miles looked at the obnoxiously modern and colourful posters, with “FRESHMAN CAREERS FAIR” in a dull font that was meant to look modern. He could probably make a better version himself, but he’d rather not spend any more time on the fair than he had to.

“I have a question,” you interrupted, straining to try and be polite. “Is this something I can put on my college application?”

“I’d assume so, since your friend is doing it for his,” Ms. Weber replied, glancing unassumingly at Miles through her red-framed glasses.

Like I wasn’t forced to. But you weren’t forced to. You chose to do this — for your… college application. Right.

“Okay, got it.” You nodded, letting Weber continue.

“Secondly, there’s a list of start-ups that will be here on the day. You should familiarise yourselves with them — you could find a useful connection.” Weber put a white piece of paper with some writing on top of the stack of posters.

“The ones that are highlighted are places we haven’t contacted yet.” There were only a few different businesses marked in yellow, one of which had “OSCORP” written next to it.

“Oscorp?” You seemed to notice too. Miles could only narrow his eyes.

“Their junior apprenticeship program starts soon” Weber explained, looking at Miles for a moment. “Maybe you should apply — especially you, Morales.”

Like Miles would ever work for Oscorp. They were the reason that his mom’s hospital was so underfunded. Unfortunately for him, he was supposed to pay them a visit anyway, regardless of how much he wanted to get into that tech school out of state.

“The fair’s going to be the Tuesday after winter break. Don’t forget.” She was looking more at Miles than you.

“Got it… Thank you, Ms…?” you trailed off, giving her a hopeful look.

She tapped sharply at the nameplate propped up on her desk. “Weber.”

“Ms. Weber,” you mirrored, nodding again and offering an awkward smile. “Thank you — we’ll try our best.

The two of you stepped out of the office, glancing at each other for a moment too long as you made it a couple of metres from the door.

“So uh…” you started. “Could I get your number?” …Huh?!

“Uh, I mean, like, so we can stay in contact,” you backtracked, trying not to grimace. “I mean, in case we need to talk over winter break.” He almost mirrored your grimace before nodding.

“Yeah, here.” Miles handed you his phone, careful to avoid brushing your hand this time before taking yours. He typed in his number, and then “Miles M.”

When he got his phone back, all you’d put in was your number. Without thinking, he typed in four letters: Pana. He slipped his phone in his pocket before he could question himself.

An extra class on Friday — with his pana. Miles could only rub his temples at the thought.

This whole school thing had gone farther than he’d hoped.

“As you exit, please be careful of the gap between the platform and the—”

Miles held back a grunt as people shoved past to leave the train carriage, eyes searching for you as he was practically being bounced around. If it wasn’t for Mr. Wellston’s useless rambling, he wouldn’t be going home on a Friday during rush hour, let alone on the last day before winter break.

“Stand clear of the closing doors, please.”

The top of your backpack peeked out and just as quickly disappeared as someone in office wear, and an enormous jacket, ploughed through right before the doors closed; he could hear your stumble.

“Cabrón… (Asshole…)” Miles muttered under his breath.

Truthfully, he’d passed his stop ages ago, but he wasn’t about to let you go home alone this late. He hadn’t even been this far down the line before, but he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. Every night since you two went to the counsellor’s office, he’d been up, slinking through Brooklyn in his Prowler suit. People like you wouldn’t know, of course, but both Miles and his Uncle were picking up on things. With those dusty old police reports, the slew of missing people didn’t seem like much of a coincidence — and Miles didn’t think this “class” was one either.

In fact, Wellston himself didn’t seem like someone who was right to teach AP Calc. He certainly didn’t seem like the teacher type, and apart from that first class Miles had attended, all he really gave at this point were packs to do. And in that extra class of his, it was the exact same thing — except for that fact that he seemed to do everything to keep the two of you there.

“Are you sure you get it?” — “How did you get that number?” — “Where’s your calculator, Morales?”. Miles got you two out of there as fast as possible. At one point, he’d even written answers on your worksheet while Wellston wasn’t paying attention.

It was a hunch at most, but he’d always take his dad’s advice in stride, no matter how often he used to say it.

“Trust your gut, Miles.”

He wasn’t being over-protective, he was being cautious—

“What’s your problem, man?” Miles’ core tensed — like he’d done when training. He looked over to see you, and a total stranger.

“You got a place to be, huh? Can’t look where you’re goin’?”

Miles squeezed through a blockade of people to see you just standing there, unable to reply as a man blew up at you for seemingly no reason. The man’s words were getting progressively worse, his voice louder and his face so close to yours it made Miles cringe. The man’s eyes seemed to bulge out, but he wasn’t looking at you — or anything, really. He was clearly on drugs.

Miles was meant to get groceries for his mom. He kissed his teeth at the memory. Damn Wellston — and this guy.

The carriage was pretty much empty, being at the last few stops. Of course nobody cared when it came to stuff like this. Miles watched the veins in the man’s neck tighten, and his teeth were gritted together so hard it hurt to look at. He stopped his fist from clenching — he’d rather not start a fight with a junkie.

“Oy.” He put his hand on your shoulder, avoiding the man’s eyes. “Let’s get off here.”

“Wh—”

“Stand clear of the closing doors, please.” You two were out in about a second before the doors shut between you and the man, now violently knocking against the glass.

Holding onto your jacket, Miles kept you from falling as the train zipped past, the junkie long gone. He let out a sigh, eyes squeezing shut. This train station was stupidly bright.

“What was that for?” you asked, brows knitting together. “We could’ve just, I dunno, walked to a different carriage.”

“You serious?”

“The next train’s in…” Both of your eyes went to the screen, and you frowned. “20 minutes, Miles.”

“Well you would’ve had exactly zero minutes if that guy tried something.”

“Okay, that’s too far. There were other people—”

“They wouldn’t have done shit.” His annoyance only grew, and he couldn’t hold back when you were looking at him like that. “Where do you live? Cause it’s not Brooklyn — nobody gives a damn here.”

People were starting to look at you. “Are you gonna let go of my arm or what?”

Miles’ hand fell from your shoulder. He bit the inside of his cheek, his own heartbeat only muffled by the sound of the train approaching on the other platform.

“Do you really live that far?”

“Yes?” You said, almost incredulously. “Like, two stations away from here.”

“Then we’re walking.”

Your head snapped back to look at him. “Seriously?”

“You want me to leave you here?”

It came out more like a threat than a question. The realisation made Miles’ eye twitch, but that only served to make him look more pissed.

“Go on,” you replied, your expression lacking any conviction.

“Cabezón…” he muttered to himself, before turning to walk to the exit.

“What was that?”

Miles kept walking, and the sound of your footsteps a couple seconds later made him breath a sigh of relief. Maybe he was being paranoid, but he was almost certain someone was watching you back there.

When you both got to the gates, he waited before pulling you through the emergency exit with him. Despite your protest, you followed him through it, blending into the crowd of people leaving and entering the station. Metro cards were a waste of money anyway.

It was a long, silent and somewhat unsettling walk. Miles had been through every corner of Brooklyn, and right here was about where he’d start looking behind his back, even as the Prowler. For some reason, you just had to live a light year away from school and in one of the worst neighbourhoods in this damned concrete jungle.

Despite the regret building in his stomach from how he’d talked to you, he was forcing more rational concerns into his head: the turns you were taking, the people they passed, how close he should stay to you. All of it was habitual at this point, but he couldn’t risk being caught off-guard, especially when every adult man you passed was starting to look a bit too much like Wellston. If you were closer, maybe he could’ve kept an arm around you, or something. Good thing his mom wasn’t here to beat his ass for thinking like an idiot.

Trying not to imagine his mom’s voice, Miles kept just a few inches behind you, right until you reached the front door.

“…Thanks.” He couldn’t read your expression — when was the last time he overthought something?

“Don’t worry about it.”

There was another beat of silence, interrupted only by the “beep!” of your electronic key fob at the door.

“See you.” Your voice echoed through the hall, followed by footsteps as the door slowly shut in front of him. “Be safe.”

Like he needed to be told that. “…You too.”

Miles lingered by the door, looking at you for a moment longer before he forced himself to turn away. Almost immediately after, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket — Uncle Aaron.

42nd street

Special delivery for your ma

A supply interception — his mom’s hospital was probably short by now. Miles squeezed his eyes shut, blinking away the exhaustion before replying.

omw Delivered

His day hadn’t ended yet — not by a long shot. The Prowler was always on the clock.

pana = casual term used to refer to friends, means "buddy" or "pal" (used in puerto rico, venezuela etc)

cabezón = means "stubborn" or "big-headed"

from here on out it's just straight up drafting cause i wrote part 1 and 2 ages ago but i don't have anything for part 3 and 4 so !!!!

upload schedule if you didn't know is gonna be: this series one week and then a random one shot the next week (so hopefully ill post part 3 in around 2 weeks? im DROWNING in school work atm so don't hope too hard...) anyways have a good one ^^

reblogs appreciated as always <3 go back to the series masterlist here or go to my atsv masterlist here!

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making my SIL leave my wedding?

I got married a few weeks ago to my husband, whom id been dating for nearly 8 and a half years beforehand.

I never got along with my fiance's sister, shes always been the spoiled brat type. Like, she gets away with literally everything and gets nearly everything handed down to her. It doesn't help we all went to school together and she was primarily one of my bullies, but her behavior up to now has lead all of this to happen, and on my wedding day no less. His sister is 32.

I'm gonna preface this by saying: Navy Blue was my gown color, the bridesmaids, what SIL was, were supposed to wear white. She had agreed to it as well. The other color was Gold; and the entire wedding was nautically themed. I also asked the bridesmaids, including SIL, to not wear anything extremely revealing (as SIL tends to wear very revealing clothes that literally sometimes have private areas of herself show out, she's not a curvy girl, so it's not the clothes hugging her too tightly, which even if that were the case that would somehow be infinitely better than her wearing what she does and the way she does currently).

The day before the wedding, SIL informs me that she bought a very pretty dress for the wedding. I tell her that that's great and if she wouldn't mind sending me a picture, which she does. The dress was white in the photos, and she was in the dressing room it appeared like when the photos were taken. I told her the dress looked beautiful, because I really did think it did look pretty, and she typed me a message about how excited she was for the wedding the next day.

The next day comes around and the wedding is about to get started. SIL was about an hour to 2 hours late on arrival, so we initially started the service without her. We waited as long as we could.

Around the time when the pastor asks "does anyone object the groom or bride" or whatever, she comes bursting in (oddly at the most convenient time) in a RED and BLACK dress, that literally hugged her so tight her boobs looked like they were gonna pop from her chest at any second. At any shift of the chest, a nip slip would have been certain. The whole damn service looks to see my SIL, standing in the damn door, crying about how 'we started without her' and how 'it took her forever to find the perfect dress.'

Regardless, we continue the wedding because I don't want my special day ruined, and I decided to put the fact she didn't even have the right color on and the fact she arrived nearly two hours late to the whole thing behind me.

That was until she touched my fucking cake.

We hadn't even done the cake cutting yet, and I see my SIL helping herself to TWO slices of the cake my husband and I have not been able to cut yet, as we were waiting to cut it later in the evening back at our hotel for our own private time to celebrate our marriage, but no. She was helping herself.

I decided to march up to her, I pulled my husband along the side with me as well. He was equally upset that she was eating the cake that was supposed to be for us; we had a timed eat event that was themed after the hobbit meals and dinner was the last meal. (None of the meals were so big and fattening that it would be unhealthy I promise lol). I look at her and ask her what shes doing, to which she just looks at me and says

"I didn't wanna wait anymore. I got bored."

At that point, I did pull her hair and push her around a bit before my husband's friend pulled me away and my husband ushered her out the door. My husband doesn't think AITA, but his family says I should have handled it differently even if she did several things she was told NOT to do, she did it anyway, and immediately attempted to shift it to being bored.

AITA here? Was I unjustifiably upset?

Note: Everything down to a T was mentioned and explained several times before the wedding. The colors, what would be happening with the meal after the service, what would be on the menu per say, and so much more. She literally and intentionally does this ALL the time, whether it's a formal or casual event.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[theenpcbracket]

The TTRPG NPC Tournament Round 2: Eris vs. Kevin

Images are in the order of the poll! Image ID included, click to see the full image please!

More about each NPC below the cut!

Character 1

Name: Eris Party: Rigsby Raiders Relationship to party: BBEG, general nightmare

What makes them the best NPC: Eris was one of the BBEGs for an ancient mythos-centered game. Her inspiration comes from both the real Grecian goddess of chaos and strife and the Eris in the movie Sinbad because it chemically altered our DM as a child.

She's chaos embodied. She once disguised herself and gave a PC drugs so powerful he met Bacchus on a different plane. She and her angel goon assassinated another PC with a weapon that left literally no trace of him behind (DM had player consent). Once, the party was so stressed they declared they were taking a day off and Eris was so impressed by their chutzpa that she just. Let them. She kidnapped two PCs to kill them and decided that it could double as a chance for Sleepover Talk, which included her playing relationship counsellor and increasingly weird games of FMK.

Her ultimate goal was to end the world and reunite with her other half: Heh, the Egyptian god of infinity. They'd built the universe together, chaos and infinity. An... argument resulted in Heh hiding from her for thousands of years, but she still was obsessed with him. Returning the universe to nothingness meant they'd be all that was left and he couldn't avoid her. Heh was ultimately the one to take her down as he, joining her in a genuinely loving embrace, threw them both into the pits of Tartarus while the party foiled the rest of her plan.

Quote:

“What do you do when the only person who’s real to you leaves? You try to get them back.” -Promethus, explaining why Eris is doing what she's doing

“Elysia, can I borrow your finger? I want to make a birthday cake for Imhotep and I need a candle.” -Eris, during her impromptu sleepover

To learn more about Eris, check out the extra propaganda in her tag here!

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Character 2

Name: Kevin Party: GATEGATE Relationship to party: Familiar, general menace

What makes them the best NPC: We used speak with animals on him one time and it was so funny we just decided he could talk the whole time. Canonically he's a familiar because he got arrested in the Feywild and this is his community service. He's not only useless but actively antagonistic to the party. He eats exclusively raw meat hand-rolled in birdseed and hates everyone. His sheer glee at seeing the rest of us miserable was powerful enough to protect us from the effects of the Shadowfell. His two attacks are (a) shitting on people and (b) necklace of fireballs. He is my horrible son and I love him very much. He gets consulted on every decision and his response is always some variation of (horrible screechy voice) "you're all stupid and I hope you die I'm going back to sleep".

To learn more about Kevin, check out the extra propaganda in his tag here!

#round 2 #eris #kevin #polls #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dnd #dnd oc #dnd npc #ttrpg #pathfinder #powered by the apocalypse #dnd stuff #dnd character #character tournament #oc tournament #homebrew #d&d 5e

[fictionkinfessions]

hey mpc pls post feb 3rd thanq!!

happy birthday suguru !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hahahaha. id do anything to pull an all nighter in your room, our limbs tangled together as we played games until midnight. when the alarm rang on my flip phone, shoko and i would run to get the cake we snuck out and bought (the ones we tried to make all failed, haha, but dont worry ! shoko made sure i didnt buy those disgustingly sweet cakes!!). we’d sing you a song, i think, and make you close your eyes for a wish before letting you blow out the candles. youd cut each of us a slice, and i would devour the leftovers. in the morning, if i can wake up that early, we’d take you for soba, then wander in the city!! i like the way they turn to look at us when we march in a row…

i only really celebrated two of your birthdays with you. but, really, every year on this date, for the 10 years after and then some, i’d eat some soba, and buy a cake. sometimes i shared with shoko. if i could see you now, i think id bring you to a theme park. i want to hear your crisp laughter on the rollercoasters. hng.. stay safe, suguru. and happy birthday. have a wonderful day. know that im thinking of you!

yours, satoru. #🌌🌊

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #🌌🌊 #satorukin #sugurukin #jjkkin #food cw #happy birthday! #mod party cat

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

Q and A (Maeve and Robb)

@wolfanddragon98

How would Maeve and Robb answer these questions respectively?

1. Who is more organised?

Maeve: I have to say that we are both organized. We don’t really like disorganization. 

Robb: Yes, we’re organized. *Lowers voice* Except Maeve with her books.

Maeve: I can hear you and I’ve told you I have a system.

2. Who is more romantic?

Maeve: My romantic gestures can’t compare to his. 

Robb: I try my best because she certainly deserves it. That reminds me, *pulls out a winter rose from behind him* For you, my love.

Maeve: *Blushes as she accepts the rose.*

3. Who is funnier?

Maeve: I wouldn’t say that I’m-

Robb: You are. 

Maeve: How am I funnier?

Robb: Because you’re you.

Maeve: Meaning?

Robb: You’re adorable.

Maeve: So I'm funnier because I’m adorable?

Robb: Yes. That’s just how it is.

4. Who made the first move?

Maeve: Ah, to think back to those early days of our um, relationship. I sure was too shy to initiate anything. 

Robb: You weren't the only one. I was too. But thankfully things worked out just fine. 

5. Who said ‘I love you’ first?

Maeve: I wanted to say it first but I let my nerves take over. But I quickly said it after he did. 

Robb: Yes I remember the blush on your face. And how we-

Maeve: I don’t think they need to know about that part, my love.

6. Who shows their affection more?

Maeve: I’d say we evenly distribute it. One things for certain, we’re not so shy about how affectionate we are with each other anymore. 

Robb: *Grins* No we are not. 

7. Who is more stubborn?

Maeve: I’m not stubborn. *Looks at Robb* Am I?

Robb: Well....

Maeve: See. Not stubborn. 

Robb: *Blinks and then stares at the interviewer* 

8. What were your first impressions of one another?

Maeve: That his eyes were really blue. 

Robb: I thought she was as beautiful as the portrait in the locket I was given.

Maeve: And you still have that locket don’t you?

Robb: Till the day I die, my love. 

9. Something unexpected that you learned about your significant other?

Maeve: Thunderstorms make him cranky because they wake him up earlier than usual. 

Robb: I learned she’s an early riser. Mainly because she likes read to the horses. 

10. Describe your significant other in one word.

Maeve: Honorable. 

Robb: Compassionate

11. What’s one physical feature of your significant other that you absolutely love?

Maeve: His eyes. 

Robb: Her eyes. 

Maeve: My eyes? But your eyes are blue. 

Robb: And? I love your green eyes. It’s like I’m staring at nature itself. 

Maeve: *Blushes but manages to look at the interviewer* See...told you he’s the better romantic. 

12. The moment you knew that they were truly ‘the one’?

Maeve: As storybook as it may sound, I think a part me of knew he was the one once we met. But what confirmed it was when I started to see his more vulnerable side. 

Robb: Same, I mean it was like I was struck in the heart when I first laid eyes on her. However seeing her being motherly to my siblings when they needed the comfort was when I knew she was the one. 

13. What can your significant other eat everyday?

Maeve: Everyday? I know how much he’s come to love honeyed chicken. 

Robb: Yes and I have you to thank for that. She loves anything honeyed. Honeyed chicken, honeyed duck, and don’t even get me started on lemon cakes. 

14. Favorite color of your significant other?

Maeve: As he’s told me before his favorite color is the same green as my eyes. 

Robb: And as she’s told me her favorite color is the same blue as my eyes. Although the color mauve is a close second. 

15. Who has a bigger appetite?

Maeve: I could eat right now. Does that answer your question? 

Robb: *Kisses cheek* I’ll ask to have some food prepared for us after this.

16. Where are you most likely to find your significant other?

Maeve: I can usually find him in the courtyard. 

Robb: And I can either find her at the stables or the library.  

17. Ideal way to spend time together?

Maeve: I’m always up for spending some time practicing archery or riding our horses. 

Robb: That to me also sounds ideal. Although us alone in our chambers would also be ideal.

Maeve: *Blushes* Gods...Robb!”

Robb: Let’s save that for later, my love.

Maeve: *Quiets down and blushes even harder*

18. Who has better hair?

Maeve: The answers obviously is Robb. I mean the color alone...

Robb: I like your brown hair.

Maeve: You don't find the color boring?

Robb: I could never find anything about you boring.

Maeve: *Kisses him on the cheek*

19. Who is messier?

Maeve: I think we’re both far from being messy. 

Robb: Yes but once again I have to say you’re not so organized. At least when it comes to your books. 

Maeve: You exaggerate. 

Robb: The amount of books in our chambers could form a labyrinth like the one in Highgarden.

Maeve: .... 

20. Who is more family-oriented?

Maeve: Robb

Robb: Maeve

*Arya runs by them at the exact time they answer*

They’re both very motherly!

#blood and thorns #sorry for the long wait! #I actually forgot this was in my drafts :o #maeve tyrell #robb stark #oc questions #the answer came out more amusing than expected #I was watching gilmore girls and lorelai and luke's relationship served as inspiration

[vegivag]

My childhood home

-Mia Crov 10/21/22

its october 21st 2022

its raining

and im crying

i remember when i would go outside and watch the rain drops make circles in the pool as they crashed against the surface

sun tanning on the deck

picking raspberries off the bush

wandering through the shop

it smells like home in there

the smell of damp wood and car oil

the green bean trellis my dad kept by the compost bins

my pet salamander is buried under the carrot beds

the baseball post id swing at for hours even though i knew id never play sports like my siblings

the pomegranate tree i magically planted

sitting under the grape vines singing

sitting in the apricot tree eating apricots

swinging from the cherry tree

but never eating cherries cause dad never sprayed for bugs and i wasnt gonna eat worms

the tree behind the shed being my spot

to sit and watch the sunset fade into stars

the glass table that sits out on the patio

i think ive had just about every birthday cake on that table

i remember when dad painted the steps blue grey

and when he chopped down thw dogwood tree

thw front yard

watching dad pry uo dandelions frim the groynd

walking on the sliver of cement that borders the grass pretending i was a gymnast on a balance beam

just like my sister

around the house in the front are the flowers me and dad planted

they’re from a fundraiser i did in the 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade

the driveway on the right

under the deck

i remember when my sister made me back into it

that was my first time ever driving

one year me and my brother blew up a watermelon using fireworks down there

that same year during the winter me and dad built a snow kingdom

the bed of red rocks in the front were tunnels

and the driveway to the right was a house made of snow

the snow didnt melt till april the next year

dad used to pick me up from the bus stop in hus truck

nelly a striped red and white ford f150 from the 90s

that truck was home when i didnt want to be in the house

“go grab a dime from the truck”

mom screamed at me during a yard sale

i ran and tripped over my own flip flop and scraped my whole leg

dad carried me to the bathtub where i sat crying as cool water washed away the blood

one time my brother picked me up in the truck

and we went to 7-eleven

the slurpee i got was probably bigger than my head

the downstairs

very creepy

but not when my siblings were with me

my brother watching his beta fish fight on the coffee table

my sister playing sims infront of that big old box tv

my other sister spinning around on the phone in that chair she stole from a church

we all wanted that chair

but my brother eventually got it

i remember when dad snuck me away to go get my first haircut

we went to the greatclips across from the grocery store

i had shoulder length hair and bangs

mom wasnt happy

but i was

it was my first year of middle school

and my last year with my parents still together

this was still when i was in my childhood bedroom

the walls a pale almost sickly

purple

the stains on the carpet from the previous 12 years

i could hear everything in this house

the walls were thick

but not thick enough

parents argue

way too loud

crying behind my door

gripping the carpet as hard as i could

i never made a sound when i cried

i never wanted them to hear

sliding down the bathroom wall choking back sobs

bloodstains on my carpet

and razor blades hidden up in my closet

6th grade didnt end so nicely

7th grade

went by much faster

i learned mom and dad were getting a divorce

my older siblings probably had a bet on how long it took before it happened

7th grade i shaved the underside of my hair

mom wasnt happy

7th grade my brother moved out and my oldest sister moved in

and then everything shut down

covid hit

and i was going back and forth between my parents houses

well

my childhood home and my dada studio apartment

i never stayed more than 5 hours there mom wouldn’t allow it

i finshed 7th grade over a laptop screen

sunmer was no better

dad got a house and i packed up one box of stuff and took it over

my new room was already set up

i had a tv

and not a box tv

a real one

a thin flatscreen tv

dad never slept in his room

he slept in the office

on the floor with a throw pillow and a thin blanket to keep him warm

i dont think dad will ever break this habit

growing up

i watched my dad sleep in the living room under the tv

watching mash, jeopardy, and random crime shows

some nights i slept on the couch instead of my bed to warch rhe crine shows i wasn’t allowed to watch

mom didnt like them

dads junk drawer in the kitchen is still the same

i refuse to let anyone tamper with it

dad and i moved from the house back into an apartment

two bedroom this time

its nice there but i miss having a yard

reality never really set in until i saw thw forsale sign in the front yard

ive lived here for 15 years

and though these hallways carry my most traumatic memories they bring me a sense of comfort

im saying goodbye to this house in the ways that i need too

i have to

#poetry #childhood #moving #mommy issues #slayyyyy #aestethic #vent post

[tumortunes]

NED

so today marks the end of all of the horrible no good very bad days!

my end of treatment scans were as perfect as they could possibly be. nodules are gone, other unidentifiable stuff are staying the same size, there is No Evidence of Disease.

it still hasn't really hit me yet. mom burst into tears when we heard that i was NED. that the treatment worked. that things are looking good. the grandparents are so happy. nathan got choked up.

i dont really feel anything.

it was like this with all of the checkpoints/milestones that happened throughout this entire adventure. craniotomy 1, craniotomy 2, finishing radiation, finishing chemo, and all of these positive scans. my reaction was always like, meh.

i thought i would be happy once i reached this point. the official NED. everyone wants to hear that. that's the dream. right?

maybe it'll just take some time for it to fully sink in. that's kinda how i react when i take in new news. like when the first tumor board happened and i was told that my tumor was malignant and id likely need radiation and chemo. the way i react to jarring news like that is to not really have a reaction. even when i saw my big ass tumor on my first MRI scan, i was pretty calm. lol up until i had a seizure.

but i think that might have been a coping mechanism i adopted so that i could keep moving forward while everything was on fire. I think i can very effectively swallow my emotions and react calmly. find out the next step. so that's what i would do. it helped me stay focused and just keep blindly trudging forward.

i think it's only effective up to a certain point. and it's likely a survival response.

but I dont need to be in survival mode anymore.

that's the whole point of being NED. i should be happy because i can relax. i don't need to be as paranoid of the other shoe dropping. this is exactly what i wanted and i still dont feel anything.

but i think it'll take a while for me to unlearn those behaviors. they were effective when i needed to just keep on keeping on but now i think they're hindering my ability to really connect with myself and my emotional/mental status. i should probs schedule that therapy appointment with mariko.

part of me is wondering if my reaction is so lackluster bc im upset. this is how things should have been anyway. i should not have had to do this anyway. i should be entering my 2nd year of pa school instead of starting all over again. my brain shouldn't have had a tumor and i shouldn't have had to go thru this whole experience? trauma? journey? at all.

i see other people celebrating their NED status and popping confetti, champagne, screaming, eating cake. i just dont really feel like doing any of that stuff.

mom and nathan separately asked me if i wanted to do anything to celebrate today. like any special food or something. i didn't really want anything but we got boba. idk. maybe it'll feel more real once nathan and i are living at oak creek and can celebrate together.

nathan said that he also is having a hard time emotionally connecting with the news. he said that it might not hit him until we start doing things that we used to love doing together but had to put on hold. like eating out at a restaurant or hosing a dinner party or something like that.

maybe im still pouting and mourning the way things were. im not sure. i feel like that could be a contributor to my overall flat reaction.

i do enjoy sharing the news with others. they're so happy and it's fun to see their reaction even tho i dont feel that way myself. i've noticed that it does make me feel like the event is a little more real once ive told people about it. usually i like to tell meng and lisa first :)

so maybe once i start sharing the news i'll feel it now mr krabs?

im even listening to my tumor tunes playlist and i havent even cried yet. tears of joy or relief or resentment. nothing.

i got kinda close when i was talking with nathan on the phone earlier before i called meng and lisa. i was trying to figure out my lack of emotion from the NED news with him and i got a little choked up. but the underlying emotion wasn't bc of happiness. i think it might've been frustration that any of this had to happen. and relief that the weight of treatment and being strong by carrying on has been lifted. and probably a combo of lots of other emotions that i havent even figured out yet.

[ivvykun]

happy birthday madoka-chan.. hope you have a lovely day.. 💜 -(Your) Homura ú3ù

!!!!!!!!!! thank u homura-chan….!!!!!!

#Anonymous #id make cake for us if we could... and we could eat it together.. #letters for a god.txt

[the-great-chimera]

Baby brother mc! Prt 2

[ tags: mc is a minor./ M! Mc ( little brother!)/ satan being a spiteful jealous bitch/ asmo protectsyou from creeps/ asmo literally commits murder/ asmo embarrassing mc/beel loves you unconditionally/ jealousy issues/ mc being a little shit.]

Mc is 14-17 years old. A teen lmao

SATAN-

- hol up.

- the literal definition of sibling rivalry.

- satan is, for lack of a better word, jealous. I know weird right??? Levi can practically feel the envy oozing off of him. Yet the thing is is that if you ask him what's wrong he wont answer you.

- he is canonically the youngest of the 7, he use to be one of the two baby's of the house. Lucifer will never admit it but he let satan get away with half the shit he does bc he is a young demon and its normal behavior for young demons to try to maim their sire's/ the head alpha of the family.

- you showed up and suddenly now the dynamic is shifting and he HATES IT.

- its not like you do it on purpose, you try to play with him, and share your hobbies with him. Hes just really mean.

- he's like a mean older sibling at first. He ignores you when you talk to him, breaks your things, try's to ruin your spells.

- the fact that you follow Lucifer and mammon around on their heel like their the second coming. A little puppy following their master. "Why do you try so hard to make them like you ??"

- his bullying unfortunately influences you, your so pissed. Filled with as much rage as an angsty teenage boy can be. Much to everyone's dismay..

- hates being upstaged by you.

He will cook a 7 course dinner and get a few compliments: you make a really messy and ugly cake and everyone will be DYING to try it.

He can perform intricate spells and magic techniques and get an A+ : you finally manage to conjure a few sparks of magic and everyone is congratulating you,and hyping you up.

Knows languages like the back of his hand,rarely messes up but when he does he's called an idiot : you mess up a few words in demonspeak and everyone thinks its cute.

He will paint a straight up masterpiece: you make a small picture of all of them and now it's on the fridge, and now Lucifer has a small smile on his face whenever he sees it.

- " I refuse to be upstaged by a mortal child!" " yeah whatever you say blondie- "* continues to eats chips*

ASMODEUS-

- you are both attention seekers and you both leech off each other.

- asmo thinks you are just the cutest thing in the whole 9 circles!! Let him pinch your cheeks! Brush your hair? Wanna get your ears pierced kiddo?? We could get matching sets? Wouldn't that be cute??

- loves your little mannerisms, you remind him so much of widdle baby lilith. "It's so refreshing to have a baby in the house!" He smiles," assy I'm 15-" " sssshhhhhh baby boy :> ❤"

- you guys go out together often for some bonding time❤ he keeps a careful eye on you 100% of the time.

- We often forget that asmo is a DEMON, a powerful one at that. He will not even hesitate to kill a bitch.

- 100% "WHO HURT MY BABY!?! "energy.

- once you were out together at some store. He went to go look at something a little farther away from you and some creepy ass demon came up and was tryina' hit.

- the AURA that materialized behind you as the great and powerful asmodeus Karen sprinted past you. He grabbed that demons face with his claws.

- he turned to you sweetly " mc, baby boy plug your ears and turn around for me? M'kay?❤" you do as he says. It sounds like a jaguar and a komodo dragon fighting while simultaneously being thrown into a wood chipper.

- when he taps you shoulder he is covered in demon blood." Aw assy your pretty outfit is ruined 😰" you say as you tug at his blood stained jacket. " daaaww it's okay luv ❤ I have. A friend that lives nearby. I'll just borrow an outfit from her and we can get on with our day ❤"

- he knows how teenage boys work. He knows that he need to tone his charm down SIGNIFICANTLY around you. Absolutely no flirting with the child,asmodeus knows better. The entire idea of that lowkey makes his stomach turn.ew.

- he will however give you the best relationship and * cough cough* "personal" advice that he has! "Darling your are a growing boy...its time we talk abt the hell-birds and the murder bees-" " OH MY DIAVOLO ASMODEUS NO!!"

- if you are asexual, that's absolutely fine." its still important for you to know these things for your own personal health" is what he says. Asmo loves you from the bottom of his 4 hearts ❤❤❤ he only wants what's best for you. A happy and healthy little demon.

- let him pick your matching outfit's when you go out plz??

- his devilgram is always blowing up with comments and likes on pictures of you two. You are the 2nd most handsome being in the devildom 😘 aside from assy himself.

BEELZEBUB-

- beel just kinda looks down at you and is like: "Explain your smallness-" " uh I literally just started existing like less than 14 years ago?" * nods* " mmm yeah, that explains it."

- best big brother energy

- he let's you try to tackle/wrestle with him, he thinks it's cute. Hes a big guy so it's like a mouse trying to move a boulder. Lol

- beel just lifts his arm and you are hanging from your legs upside down like a monkey" >:D !!!" "Plz dont fall little bro."

- if anyone at school even looks in your direction in the wrong way .HE.WILL.EAT.THEM. or at the very least give them the most threatening glare known to demon kind.

- will just hold food to your mouth. Feed the child >:( " little demons need food to grow strong horns and bones,mc" " I'm not a demon,but I'll take your offerings of French fries as compensation ..."

- best hugs. hands down.

- just kinda.picks you up like. all the time. He'll walk out of the room and then come back in shortly:

" sorry I forgot this-" *picks you up* " oh" you say. Your just a little kitten he likes to pick up and hold

- new little brother :) ❤ he is extremely protective of you. You look just like little lilith.

- you ,beel ,and belphie will often cuddle together. Beel in the middle with belphie and you on Either sides of him like a living heater.

- makes sure you eat everyday. Gotta keep up your strength, little bro.

- you wanna lift weights with him? Oh okay! We'll start you on square one and he'll be here to help you out when his schedule allows it.

You'll be a strong boy one day he knows it for sure.

- very proud of you, it makes him happy to see you discover things for the first time. Occasionally you'll find a cool small object and he'll hold it for you. Hes been dubbed " the official treasure holder " he keeps his treasures in a box on his bedroom bookshelf.

- will hold your hand in large crowds. Your much smaller then most of the devildom citizens, he'd be so worried if he lost you. If it's too crowded your can ask him if you can get on his shoulders. Prepare to see everything.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me x male reader #obey me x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel x mc #om! beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub #shall we date beelzebub #asmodeus avatar of lust #obey me asmo #om! asmodeus #asmodeus #asmodeus x mc #obey me asmodeus #shall we date asmodeus #om satan #om! satan #obey me satan #satan #satan obey me #swd satan

[fluffyprettykitty]

Surprise

Pairing: Bruce Banner x gender neutral reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 750 words

Outline: Throwing a surprise birthday party for your boyfriend with the help of his "co-workers."

Warnings: Swearing. Alchohol + food mention! Not beta'ed.

Author’s Note: This is my entry for @sidepartskinnyjeans writing challenge, happy bday, and enjoy this silly little thing! I used the prompts: surprise party, and “Surprise!” Set post avengers 2012, everybody lives together in the avenger's tower trope!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics ​//​ banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・Bruce Banner Masterlist

"Surprise!"

A loud cheer could be heard across the room, as you made your entrance in the Avengers tower, walking arm in arm with your boyfriend Bruce Banner.

"What?"

He takes a look around the living room to find the whole team gathered around looking at him with bright smiles on their faces. Poor thing was confused, he thought the birthday celebrations had ended the morning with the abundant breakfast they all had together. Little did he know you had much more planned.

"How did you know?"

Bruce asks surprised, his eyes moving from the insane amount of balloons that were hanging everywhere to the huge buffet of food on the tables. And to the bottles of liquor and barrels of beer that were stacked by the wall.

"Evidently it's on your ID."

Clint says and comes closer to the two of you, hanging candy necklaces on your necks. Placing them like warrior laurels. Bruce laughs and scoffs his head pulling you closer to him and shakes his head the minute Clint walks away.

"You knew about this?"

You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows.

"Who else would have decorated the whole tower as pretty as I did?"

You pointed out since now ten minutes ago he was making note of how nice everything was decorated.

"Thought that was Tony."

"Nope, all sweet old me."

Bruce grins and steps forward to pull you into a soft kiss while Natasha is throwing confetti over you.

"No time for lovebird shenanigans! We need the main show!"

Thor's thunderous voice follows suit.

"Cake!"

He is barging in through the room holding a very large chocolate cake. Looking big enough to feed an entire army. And probably wouldn't be enough. And yet coming in behind is Steve holding a second identical cake with a smile on his face.

"Second cake coming through!"

Steve shouts echoing the other man’s voice, walking behind Thor, then both blonde men setting the cakes down, next to each other. Together the cakes portraited all of Bruce’s face in cake form. Truly delicious.

"You look good enough to eat, baby!"

Everyone's laughing, Natasha, scoffing as she is examining the cakes.

"No candles?"

"Ah, shit!"

Steve curses and walks off before running back into the kitchen. "How many candles?"

"How about a hundred?"

Clint chuckles shrugging his shoulders as he is prepping the camera.

"I am not that old."

Bruce protests with a puzzled look on his face.

"How about two hundred?"

Tony winks at him and takes a sip from his champagne glass.

"Just put one in each cake and it should be enough."

Natasha says nodding her head, no need for any further fuzz.

"Got the whole party organized and zero candles."

Clint shakes his head at you with a playful look.

"I can't find any candles!"

Steve sounds desperate while walking back inside the room his arms in the air.

"Is alright, no need to panic, I'll just blow on thin air."

"No, we need candles. Let me go to the local store, play with the balloons or something till I return."

You continue trying to take leave for the door.

"Is not necessary..."

Bruce protests holding your arm.

"No, it has to be perfect."

You proclaim and set to leave, Steve shouts after you that he is coming with you and joins you.

Thankfully, the trip to the store is extremely successful and ten minutes later, you are walking back with not one, not two but a hundred candles.

"Had to."

You say when walking back inside with the package of candles shaking them in the air.

“Of course!”

Bruce knew better than protesting was no good for you. You’d always do whatever you wanted in the end.

Together, everybody chiming in, you place the candles. Playfighting with one another as everybody is trying to place each candle over the other. Then you are lighting them all one by one until the whole surface of the two cakes was covered in light and flame.

"Time for the song!"

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Bruce, happy birthday to you!"

The group sang in unison and then Bruce tried his hardest to blow out all of the candles. Takes him a little while but to the sound of joyous laughter, he succeeds.

“Time for presents!”

“No time for cake!”

“Time to party!”

What a perfect little moment in time.

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[fatfantacies]

Weve eaten ourseleves up to 615-630 pounds and now were attempting to get together. Sometimes i attempt to lift my gut onto your ass ass so you can attempt to do your thing. Both of our bodies wobble at the slightest movement. Our rolls are pressed up against each other. I love that most of your weight goes to your belly and thighs. The bed starts to sag under out combined weight. I wonder how its going to handle us both getting even bigger.

We struggle to sit on the sofa together because were so wide. We must have the strongest couch on earth because we’re rather hefty humans. I know were both looking forward to this being the social norm and most people would never be 400 pounds. As I watch your pig tails bounce against your tennis ball sized cheeks and your chins wobbling as you chew, I think back to when I first met you. I watch in wonder watching you absentmindedly bringing the fork to your mouth again and again. Youve eaten almost the entire two layer chocolate cake. Your plump limps are covered in chocolate and I want to kiss them so badly, but first I want to indulge myself, looking back on watching you grow to this size.

Your mother wad disgusted when she met me. I was already 300 pounds when you introduced us. You were a slim 165 pounds. Your mother couldnt stop commenting on size, making snide comments when I would come over for dinner. You starting to express and interest in gaining weight and being fed, so I started to introduce you to my world. You took to it right away, digging in to every dish you could get your hands on and with an office job for 45 hours a week and fast food for at least 2 meals a day was producing quick results. You loved the freedom to eat. I wasnt gaining, wanting to focus more on her gain.

It didnt take long for her to reach 200 pounds. She said she loved it and wanted to get bigger. “I wanna gain 50 pounds in three months.” “I can help with that i just bought us a few sheet cakes, a few pounds of pasta and 15 bags of pre fried chicken. She jiggles my upper belly roll. Looks like a little bigger. “Tell you what, well both weigh ourselves in six months to see how much weve gained. Im not going actively gain mind you.” I watched as she stepped on the scale spun around to 275 pounds. “Oh my god! I felt like id totally ballooned but i had no idea! I cant wait until i get to 300 pounds! Ill be too heavy for this scale then and will have to borrow your big boy one! I dont think that ill be outgrowing that one anytime soon. I love my soft curves and i have every intention of making them even softer!”

“What about you tubby? Looks like you’ve gained a few pounds yourself!” “What gives it away?” “The fact that you can barely button those shorts?” I chuckle and step onto my scale. “Whats the number say? Im having trouble reading it.” “380 pounds. I think youd be quite a catch at 400.” “Youre a terrible influence on me! You just want me to be a big fat pig!” “While I would find you adorable at that size, lately ive been thinking of myself gaining to that size and wondering how it feels. Who knows, i might decide to get even fatter. For now im loving eating and expanding with you. My world is full of flavour and freedom now.” The idea of seeing her at 400 pounds just set me on fire. I dont want to even think how huge Ill be when shes 400 pounds. “Do you want to take this into the bedroom? Maybe feed each other some chocolates and fondle each others growing rolls?”

Shed discovered ice cream and cake mix shakes and it was then i knew that my girlfriend was going to end up bigger than a beached whale. She would chug one of the shakes twice a day. She was going through clothes rapidly, so we got her stretchy clothes she could grow into. By the time September rolled around, 6 months have gone by and both of us had really packed on the pounds, but her more than I. She really stared to widen in the hips and the thighs, her belly filling up more of her lap when she sat.

One day your mother came to visit. She couldnt believe how fat you had gotten. “Oh my God what have you done to my daughter! Shes double the size she was when she met you! I expected him to continue to make a pig out of himself but I was hoping you would drop him before his bad habits rubbed off on you and you started swelling up as big as a house!” “Do you have any idea how much you weigh?” She shrugs her chunky shoulders. “Were going to find out right now and were going to get you on a diet plan before you end up the size of a parade float!” I watch, trying to hide my arousal and my girl steps on the scale. “325 pounds! My God what is he doing to you?” “I’m happy, mom.” “I think youre confusing huge and happy!”

“You know what, mom? I hope the next ten pounds I gain goes right to my face. Ive always liked that overfilled balloon look, that way it looks like my cheeks are constantly bursting with food even when Im asleep.” I watch as her mother storms out of the house screaming that it isnt over. You turn to face me. I wonder how much fatter im going to be when she comes to visit again?

She squeezes my round moob. “I love how fat these are getting. Maybe when you gain more weight youll catch up with me!” She takes my hand and rubs it against her stomach. “She hasnt seen huge yet. What do you say we go do a bulk shopping snack trip? But before that…why dont you see what youre tipping thr scales at. My hips and stomach wobble like jello as I get up on the scale. “You have such a cute waddle starting! I hope it gets cuter as you gain more! I hope we can have matching waddles!” “Well have to wobble and waddle behind each other, we’ll be too wide to do it next to each other! The dial settles at 425 pounds. “Were gonna need a more heavy duty scale if we wanna keep eating like we do.”

By our third anniversary i was well over 500 pounds and she was well over 400. Some days i would look in the mirror ans see how massive i was getting but it didnt bother me. I chose to stuff an extra cheeseburger in my mouth and tell myself that a mans gotta eat. I probably should have been concerned that I was having trouble waddling around the office, but that didnt stop me from taking an extra large slice of ice cream cake at my co workers birthday party.

We were invited to a wedding ans needed to spend some time shopping around for outfits, especially since I was rapidly becoming supersized. My co worker assured me that they would have two chairs that would be able to support both me and my girl. I assured him that we could also eat before the wedding so he wouldnt go broke attempting to fill us both up.

“You look adorably enormous in your suit.” She rubbed my stuffed belly with her chubby hand. “God I need to undo the buttons on my jacket before my stomach decided to do it for me. i didnt realise how fast I was porking up; i should have realised with all the delivery food weve been eating lately. “I love how fat that necklace makes your neck look. “Youre not wearing a bra!” “The girls got too big for the cups. And anyway the band was cutting too much into my sides.” “I cant wait until your roll of back fat stretches the next band to its limits until it bursts open unable to contain all of your sexiness.” “You really know how to pamper a piggy.”

For my birthday and to celebrate her reaching 500 pounds, she found a 5x catholic school girls outfit to indulge a fantasy of mine. I watched as she waddled through the doorway, I realised she should have probably gone a size up as the waistband failed to contain her. Her fat laden calfs were squeezed into white stockings. The white blouse she had on, shed obviously outgrown as it failed to cover her expansive breasts and belly. And she did her hair in the pigtails! She knows how I love how it makes her face look even rounder than it is. My morbidly obese woman, who at this rate couldnt do anything to stop herself from swelling fatter. “What do you think?”

We ran into her mother when we were our for dinner on our fourth anniversary. It took her a few minutes to realise who we were because we were both over 200 pounds heavier than the last time she saw us. She looked in horror as she really took in the size of us for the first time in quite a while. We both needed two chairs to sit. We filled up the sides of the table we occupied. Her mother saw the piles of dishes on the edge of the table. “No wonder that you two are the size of planets. I never thought that my daughter would grow so enormous that she needs her own zip code. I suppose you two arent coming to her younger brothers graduation? Worried that it would be too much waddling for you? I suppose we could get a few ushers each to roll you two around.”

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[aestheticsuwu]

🎉 Suprise ! 🎉

Robby Keene x Doug Rickenberger

Decided to make a birthday for Doug because why not . And excuse to make Robby wear this outfit !

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Robby watched his friends play volleyball while Demetri struggles on the warm sand of the beach .

Robby layed back against Doug's chest with a book in his hands , his toes buried in the soft sand, and a soft cold drink beside him .

His day was going great .

He was also struck with a reminder that Doug's birthday was soon , he turned around to make plans but the boy just shrugged it off like it wasn't important . Robby would've let it go but he was stubborn .

He tried convincing Doug to celebrate his day but the boy just didn't budge .

"It's really not that important, I'd rather just stay home and spend time with you." Doug said, resting his chin on Robby's shoulder.

"Then how come you insisted that i had to celebrate mine?", Robby asked but Doug just stood up from his place behind him and offered his hand to get up .

"'Cause baby, You deserve the world but the world doesn't deserve you. Now let's go for a swim."  Doug smirked, loving Robby's cute smile. He chased the boy into the water where they took turns in splashing the waves around them . .

.....

Robby decided to throw a suprise party because why not . Doug made Robby feel safe and always making him feel like he was in cloud nine whenever the two were together.

Robby just wanted to give back some of his grattitude to the person he loves .

Doug didn't like certain suprises but he had to just deal with it , he'd just make it up to him .

There was just one problem. Robby never planned a birthday before in his life. He needed help from his friends .

He waited outside where Doug's best friend Mikey works at for a good few minutes waiting for the boy to take a quick break and Robby honestly was ready to leave until  the boy stepped out still confuse at his presence .

" Hey man, You looking for Doug?" Mikey asked confused, used to only seeing the quiet brunette .

"Actually Im looking for you . Doug's birthday is coming up and im planning him a suprise party and was wondering if you wanted to help ."

"Hell yeah anything for my dude . I wil text you when my shift is over and we can start planning this rager ." Mikey happily accepted  to help  . He smiled and gave a Robby a handshake and went back to work .

Leaving Robby confused for a second .

"How does he have my number?" Robby muttered before leaving to meet up with Demetri to ask for Hawk's assistance.

....

Different flavors cakes and themed cakes looked delicious in the display counter and honesty Robby could bet he could finish an entire cake . That was his dream as a kid to eat an entire one by himself .

Demetri was beside him looking at the magazine of theme cakes . Mikey couldn't  come with them , busy with Hawk getting beer and inviting people over . So that left him with Demetri , Sam and the other getting decorations in gold because Moon had managed to convince him to do a golden birthday .

It was actually great. Demetri was not easily pleased and he knew his fair share of good cake so he left him in charge to criticize which was the best cake .

At the end they settled for a chocolate flavour filled with buttercream cake and managed to get a discount that Demetri demanded .

" I can't believe they believed you were a young food critique and not once saw through your bullshit." Robby chuckled . Patting down his slightly bloated tummy that was filled with a good decent amount of cake .

" You got a sneek peak of what this brain can do, you still got time to ditch Doug ." Demetri joked , and burst into laughter when Robby pushed him and grabbed the bag of goodies to safety out of his hands.

.......

TEXT

Mikey : Everything on my end is done . Hawk's fake ID still does miracles and Doug does not have one clue about the party.

Hawk: Dude , you know it . Liquor is fully stacked nd safely hidden in my room . Gotta make this party awsome 4 our friend . Can't wait .

Demetri : look at my guy . being all excited.

Hawk : Dem, i got a rep nd ur not helping .

Miguel : We bought the decorations . We made sure everything was gold !

Robby : Thats great ! So we got everything done .

Please make sure everything stays in order .

Hawk : Calm your ass down nothing bad is going to happen .

Life heard Hawk and decided to give them a uno reverse card .

....

"Everything alright , babe ?"

"Everythings great. Im hungry lets go get McDonald's or something ." Quickly turning off his phone , Robby looked at Doug for an answer .

" Yeah, sure let me get my wallet and a jacket ." said Doug standing up and quickly going to his room .

Robby following closely behind wanting a hoodie for himself , he waited patiently for Doug to put his shoes on after taking a comfy red sweater from the closet .

" My parents aren't going to be here this Saturday and I want to spend the day with you , maybe you could ask your dad permission to sleepover ." Doug stood up from his crouch to look at Robby who seemed to avoid his eyes .

" You really wanna spend your birthday like that ?, Just with me ?", He tried to make it sound boring but in the inside he felt giddy knowing Doug prefered spending his time with him only .

Doug placed his hands gently beside Robby's face , a smile growing from just looking at him . Quickly giving him a quick peck before replying, " I do , Nothing sounds better than spending my time with my baby ."

 

Food could wait. Robby had to show his boyfriend the feeling was mutual by jumping his bones in this exact moment .

........

Waking up to August 18 was a total disaster from the start . He got a call from Moon saying her parents were having a gathering so they couldn't  use her house for the party .

He had to ask Mr. L permission to use Miyagi's place , which he agreed if only they promise not to break anything and reminded him their curfew was at 12 .

He was about to reluctantly agree but his Dad came to his rescue .

" C'mon Bambi , let the kids have fun while i show you a good time in the meanwhile " Johnny tried to whispered but failed miserably, making Daniel blush .

And well that was enough to scar Robby, but now they could party till 2 , might as well make the most of it .

He was so busy making sure everything turned out alright , that he didnt bother to check his phone after sending Doug a quick birthday text , now was filled with missed calls and missages from the birthday boy .

Everything was back on track , finishing his part of decorations that are representing Doug's golden birthday .To the balloons to the cut out letters saying Happy Birthday.

Then suddenly he gets drenched with beer from the keg that both Hawk and Mikey were struggling with .

He wanted to scream but he contained himself and simply glared at the two boys that just looked anywhere but him to contain their laughter .

He went in to change his clothes quickly to finish setting up everything when the worst part happened , the godamn cake completly ruining his mood .

He was walking out with his clean outfit for the party when he runs into Miguel making him crash into the cake that he took away from Hawk to avoid an accident .

This time he did scream making everyone halt in their posistions .

He tried to flick of the icing but it just seemed to smear through his black button-up shirt .

" The party still on , right ? I asked mitch to be my date so i kinda don't want to cancel ." Mitch asked like if Robby wasn't covered in cake and one second away from strangling him .

" Here ." Sam hands Robby a towel to help clean the mess but it was just a lost cause .

" I just wanted to do something nice for Doug and here i am wearing this stupid cake ." Robby felt more frustrated by looking at cake that was just a sad mess on the floor .

" If its any consolation Doug would probably be happy to eat it off of you ." Hawk joked trying to break the sad vibes .

Robby threw a chunk of cake from the floor to make him shut up that Hawk miserably failed to dodge.

" We still got time to fix this . Miguel and Hawk can clean the mess on the floor , I will call Moon if she can help us make a cake and Demetri will help you clean up ." Sam said and keys in her hands  .

.....

" I look stupid . Dont you have something smaller ?." He tried to fix the shirt on him but it just made it seem worse . It was obvious that Demetri's clothes didn't fit . The shirt sleeves were too tight and the length of the torso was to long .

" That is the smallest i can find in my closet . Maybe we should ask Eli , he's almost your size , wheres your phone ? "

" Inside my bag ." 

" Shit, you have a shit ton of missed calls from the birthday boy , you might want to call back ." Demetri tossed him his phone quickly .

Robby was reading Doug's texts when Demetri made a suprised noise  making him turn around.

He was holding Robby's gift for Doug. Demetri face was priceless as held onto the fabric like it was the most bizzare thing he ever seen. It was a gold shiny bra with a mini skirt that Robby honestly thought it was funny thing to wear and that his boyfriend would enjoy  .

Ignoring his friend questiong eyes , He calls Doug back .

"Bubba! Im sorry i didnt see your calls , i lost track of time . "

" Its fine . Are you coming over like we planned or ..." Doug sounded unsure over the speaker.

" Actually, Can you come pick me up in an hour. im at the dojo . please   ."

It gave him enough time to set the last finishing touches of the party , Sam and Moon had finish the cake that was now safely in the fridge, and the decorations were also done and no hint of cake on the floor .

" Sure , I love you . Bye " Dougs voice seemed less tired.

"Love you too ." Robby never got tired of hearing his boyfriend say those 3 words.

He hanged up and snatched the bra from Demetri hands who started to play with it .

"Maybe you should wear that instead! " Demetri sarcastically said . Already having the skirt in his hold when Robby rudely had tooken the top part from him.

Robby didn't think it was a bad idea at all and it wouldn't be the first time Doug had seen him in a skirt.

...

Miyagi-Do dojo was always had this peaceful quietness but today Doug felt today it was for a different reason .

He just let it slide as he walked towards the entrance and waited for his boyfriend , just wanted to hang out with Robby . He had missed him all day , He was dissapointed when the short brunette had been busy but he knew he would forget about it once he had Robby in his arms .

Taking out his phone to send a quick text to Robby to let him know he was here . When Robby didn't reply he decided to go inside .

Walking to the backyard he was not expecting a heart attack from his friends .

 " Suprise !" Everybody shouted making him jump . The place looked awesome with a huge banner saying Happy Birthday, Ballons that were gold and black just like the rest of the decorations .

And a table of booze which he will fill his cup with later on.

Everybody rushed to give him a hug to congratulate him .He gave a proud look to Mikey who was with Mitch tonight look super cozy together .

Tory and Hawk promised to give him his 18 punches later ,Making him keep in mind to avoid them .

Suddenly Robby stood in front of him leaving Doug speechless .

" Happy Birthday , Bubba ! , Hope you like it ." Robby looked like the most beautiful and hot guy he'd ever seen with his abs on display, Doug knew he would pop a boner if he stared longer at the soft exposed skin also the fact that Robby managed to fill out the bra kind made his blood rushing downward didn't help at all.

" I love it , believe me ." Doug actually considered to ditch the party and take Robby home to devour him like a hungry man but he also didn't want his pretty boy work to go to waste .

" Not the outfit Dougie, the party." Robby chuckled amused seeing his boyfriend enjoying the outfit way to much .

" I do, baby . You didn't have to, thank you so much Robby for everything . I love you ." Doug said sincere. Pulling him closer to wrap his arms around Robbys waist and leaning down to close the gap between them to kiss him .

The feeling of Robby's soft lips against his will always be the best feeling .

They kissed for a good minute .... well more like 5 minutes until all their friends started to whistle and catcall them . Reluctantly they pulled away , Robby was about to go change when Sam had found some clothes he kept at the house .

" I'll be right back ." A hand stopped Robby, Doug had sheepish smile when he asked him about the skimpy outfit .

"Your keeping the outfit, Right?"

Amused by the question , Robby chuckles giving Doug a teasing smile "Trust me , we're going to have fun with this, after all, your the birthday boy ."

....

SIDENOTE: I gave Doug a birthday because he deserves it .I will also keep making moodboards with Robby wearing a skirt because he looks to good , it would be a waste not to. Side lawrusso because why not .

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[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 14]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; shower sex!!!, filming sex videos, dirty talk, intoxication, thigh riding 😗🤤, this chapter is basically pwp LOOOL this ones def a shorter chapter cuz i ended up working on some other things that are comin’ up soon 😳😏!! I’ll post a notice about that tomorrow hehe~💕 Also… I think I’ve decided when and where I’m going to end Cherry Bomb😭😭 I know that comes as a bit of a shock but I’ve been drafting the future chapters in between posting the last few recent chapters and basically everything’s already set up…(more on that next week) 💕 But I wanna say thank you as always for your continued interest and support on CB!! It means so much to me🥺💕!! Anytime I see a cherry I'm just like 👀👀 I must have that!! But also, I’m excited for future series as well!! 💕✨ For now, enjoy ch 14 and have a great rest of your weekend!! 💕🍒 

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Seungcheol tells you he’s going to be a little late in picking you up from work,  Wednesday afternoon.

You had easily agreed and told him to take his time as you sat in a booth chatting with Jun while you waited.

“Wow, I just... I can’t believe you’re really stopping Saturday streams… I mean, kinda makes sense though, now that I think about it.”

You hum in response, pouting up at Jun who cleans up the booth in front of you. You had put up the notice on your homepage earlier in the day that you would be stopping Saturday cam shows and that instead, you would be uploading pre-recorded content on Saturdays in its place. “Yeah, I’m used to the filming schedule but Seungcheol’s right, y’know? We can’t film on the side and still keep my normal camming schedule. We’d be too tired.”

“‘We’, huh? It really switched from just you to you and Seungcheol-hyung.” Jun laughs a little as your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah… It’s not… bad, is it?”

Jun pauses, almost dropping the plate he was holding when he turns to face you properly. “Nah… well… I don’t think so? I don’t really mind and your channel seems to have only grown since so it doesn’t seem like a bad thing. If anything you’ve gained a bigger following since. I don’t doubt that hyung’s brought in some viewers on his own too.”

You nod quietly, simmering in your own thoughts. 

At first, you thought Seungcheol would only show up in your cam shows every now and then, aside from filming the pre-recorded videos. But he’d easily become part of every single one since the two of you had met, even with his hesitation at first. Living together had only made it easier and even Seungcheol found himself looking forward to filming with you and trying new things.

“Hey, your phone is ringing. Aren’t you gonna pick up?”

You check the caller ID to see that it’s Seungcheol, quickly picking up the call.

“Hello?”

“I’m outside, baby, let’s go~!”

He’s giddy once you get inside his car and he’s still giddy when you get home; confusion on your features when he starts grabbing the grocery bags from the trunk of the car.

“You ran the groceries? You should’ve told me, I would’ve gone with you!” You grab a few of the bags yourself, helping Seungcheol as he fiddles with the car keys to lock it.

“It’s okay, I just grabbed some wine for us and some things I forgot we needed. But I thought we should celebrate a little!”

“Celebrate? For what, ‘Cheollie?”

He grins, keeping silent until the two of you reach the door to the apartment. “‘Cheol~ C’mon tell me!” Unlocking the apartment door, he lets you in first before he closes the door behind himself.

“I just thought we could relax n’ drink a ‘lil, y’know? You started working yesterday and your channel has been doing so well so I thought we should celebrate! I know it’s been a wild couple of weeks so I think you deserve it!”

You smile back at him, laughing under your breath as you start to help him put the groceries away.

“You’re so silly, but, okay!”  

One glass of wine quickly turns into two and then into three as you and Seungcheol down more than half the bottle of expensive wine he’d picked up from the store.

“Oh my god, Seungcheol, stoooop. I’m ticklish!” You giggle drunkenly, leaning into Seungcheol’s side as his free hand slides underneath your shirt to tease your skin. He keeps his other hand wrapped tight around a glass of wine, careful to not spill it on the sofa as you squirm next to him.

“Exactly the point, baby.” He mutters against your hair, equally as drunk as you. The alcohol was already making him feel hot and somewhat sensitive to your small breathy noises. “Hey, I wanna try somethin’ if you’re up for it.” You pull away from him slightly, tilting your head up to meet his hazy eyes.

“Okay, whaddya wanna try?”

Seungcheol smirks as he pats his lap and you quickly catch onto what he wants. You ease off the sofa from his side and onto his lap before his hand is on your waist and guiding you until you’re situated on his thigh instead.

“Think you can cum just using my thigh?” He slurs out; drunken eyes blinking hard to focus on you.

“Think? I know I can~ I’ve had to get off with less so this’ll be a piece of cake!”

You get yourself a little more comfortable on his thigh, mentally patting yourself on the shoulder for deciding to change into one of Seungcheol’s shirts and a pair of panties before the two of you had eased onto the sofa with the wine.

Seungcheol rests against the cushions as he watches you, simultaneously bringing the glass of wine to his mouth as he takes a generous sip. “Lemme see you, baby. Make yourself cum on my thigh.”

Nodding, you lick your parched lips as your eyes flutter shut. You focus on the feeling of his denim clad thigh underneath you; grinding against him and moaning as the rough fabric only adds to the pleasure that quickly starts to build. “Oh, S-Seungcheol…”

“That’s right, baby. Make yourself feel good for me.”

It doesn’t take very long before your panties are soaking and the addition of the alcohol coursing through your body only makes you feel infinitely warmer and much more sensitive.

“You’re already soaking through my jeans, baby. Does it feel that good?” Smirking, Seungcheol tenses up his thigh just as you throw your head back; too lost in your own pleasure to properly hear him. He bounces his leg once in an attempt to get your attention, but he finds it futile as you only grind against him harder.

“Fuck, Seu--Seungcheol!” You whine, still only focused on yourself and your pleasure as he laughs; still sounding distant to your ears.

“You really are gonna cum, huh? I mean, you’re already soaking through your  panties like it’s nothing. Shit, you’d look so pretty just grinding against a fuckin’ pillow right now, begging me to let you cum while I just watched you...”

Seungcheol licks his lips, foggy eyes trained on the wet patch of fabric on his jeans as you start to grind against him quicker. He brings the glass of wine to his lips, finishing off the rest of it before precariously setting the glass down a little further away from the two of you on the sofa.

His hands grip your waist, slowing you down only slightly as he tenses the muscles in his thigh again.

“Please, please, please…” Mumbling, your head rolls forward and your foggy eyes blink open to meet Seungcheol’s equally intoxicated stare.

“Cum. Get my thigh fuckin’ soaked and then I’ll fuck your cute ‘lil pussy just how you want.”

Your panties stick to you like a second skin and only add on to the friction that has you quicking tumbling over the edge of an orgasm. You let out a shaky breath, thighs clamped tight around Seungcheol’s own as your body slumps forward into his warm chest; pleasure washing over you in an instant as you cum.

“Don’t get tired on me now, baby.” Whispering against your hair, he smiles watching your thighs tremble and he eats up the way you whine and whimper against his chest as the waves of your orgasm continue to wash over your body.

“Can you still stand?”

You drunkenly stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror; admiring the post orgasmic bliss that’s apparent all over your features as you stand in front of it completely naked.

“Come over here, baby.” Seungcheol coos, already just as naked as you are as he waits in front of the shower door. “The camera’s already recording and the water is hot.”

“Okay~”

You walk over to him; inner thighs still coated in your wetness as you lick your lips. It was Seungcheol’s idea to film in the shower, saying that the steam from the hot water would keep him from being seen completely as long as he fucked you from behind with your frontside pressed against the glass.

He lets you step in first before he follows suit, shutting the door behind himself. “We’ll let the shower steam up a ‘lil more, huh?” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you on the lips.

Seungcheol tastes just like the wine from earlier as you melt underneath his touch and his hands thread through your hair, kissing you and walking you backwards until your back meets the wet glass.

“Fuck, baby, I should’ve eaten you out earlier. I wanna fuckin’ taste how sweet you are on my tongue.” His words are muffled against your own lips as you mewl in return before teasingly biting his bottom lip.

“You can eat me out for breakfast~” You entice, voice still slightly slurred from the alcohol as Seungcheol pulls away.

“Don’t tempt me ‘cause you know I will.”

He spins you around; letting you press your palms against the fogged up glass as you jut your ass out towards him. Through the foggy glass, only your frontside can be seen by the camera that Seungcheol had haphazardly set onto the opposite counter.

“Still so fuckin’ wet too. You were so pretty cumming on my thigh earlier, baby.” He reaches a hand between your legs, fingertips ghosting through your wet folds as you groan.

“P-please just fuck me! I--I already came o-once and my p-pussy felt so, ah, empty without y-your cock…”

Laughing under his breath, Seungcheol makes sure to not lean forward too much as he places his hands firmly on your waist to readjust your body before wrapping a hand around his cock. “Shit you’re so cute when you beg.”

You wiggle your hips at him; hazy eyes focused on water droplets on the glass. “Please, I, mmh, need y-you...”

Seungcheol positions the head of his cock at your entrance, teasing you by only sliding the head in as you whine. “Nooo, I n-need more than t-that…” 

He smirks at your backside, taking pity on you as he slowly starts to sink his cock into your pussy. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby...” His brows furrow in concentration just as the grip on your waist tightens and Seungcheol finds himself already starting a quicker pace the second he bottoms out. 

“Oh, g-god, yes! Fuck, you feel s-so good!” Whining, you work your hips back as you meet Seungcheol's thrusts; walls already clamping down hard onto him. “Your c-cock is so, ah, b-big and fuckin’ fills m-my pussy so, ngh, good!” 

You rest the side of your head and your chest against the cool glass as Seungcheol’s thrusts keep you pressed firm against it. “That's right, baby. Only my cock fills you up this perfectly, huh?” He smirks, angling his thrusts to tap your g-spot as you moan loudly. 

“Yes, fuh--fuck, only your cock gets, ngh, me t-this wet!” 

Choked sobs leave your lips as Seungcheol focuses on his and your pleasure and he can already feel his cock throbbing, his own body just as sensitive as yours from all the alcohol the two of you had earlier. 

“I’m gonna cum in your pretty ‘lil cunt and then once we get cleaned up, I’ll fuck you in our bed too. Make you sleep with my cum inside your pretty body and then eat you out in the morning until you’re cumming on my tongue.” 

You clench around Seungcheol’s cock at his words, nodding gently as you let out a soft cry. “P-please, I want it...” 

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as he doubles his pace and slowly sneaks a hand around until his fingertips are on your clit. He starts pinching and rubbing circles on the swollen nub as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“You wanna cum, don’t you? Your pussy is fuckin’ sucking me in deeper, I can barely move, baby~” 

“A-ah, yes, please, pl--please cum with me... I wanna feel, mmh, you c-cumming inside me when I cum t-too...” You voice is soft and breathy; head feeling muddled as the pleasure almost becomes too much for your sensitive body. 

Seungcheol finds himself quickly losing his rhythm as well, groans spilling from his lips. “Cum with me, baby. I want you to feel, ngh, good with m-me.” 

His fingertips on your clit press down harder, hoping to throw you over the edge of another orgasm just as Seungcheol feels himself about to cum too. 

“Fuck!” 

There’s a growl on Seungcheol’s lips as his orgasm begins to crest and in the midst of his high, he can feel the way your walls flutter around his cock as you cum with him. Your small whimpers and cries bounce off the glass and you can feel your legs shaking as Seungcheol works you both through your orgasm.

“Ngh, I can f-feel how m-much you came inside of m-me...” 

Seungcheol gives it a second as the two of you catch your breath; his hands massaging your skin as your body threatens to give way. He slides his cock from inside of you as you moan at the emptiness and Seungcheol is quick to wrap an arm around you waist before you collapse onto the shower floor. 

“Tired?” You can only nod gently as you rest against Seungcheol’s shoulder.  “Guess no round two in bed, huh? I can feel you shaking against me, baby.” 

The two of you share a tired laugh before Seungcheol pulls you under the hot stream of water; fully ready to get you cleaned up and tucked under the sheets as quickly as he can.

“No, but--but I still fully expect to be eaten out for breakfast.”

“Deal.”

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Stray Kids Reaction: S/o Falls Back Into Old Habits

A/n: so this is a more serious request! if any of my readers feel like they need to talk to someone (whether about this or not) my messages are always open to anyone and everyone. Also this did get a little personal for me, (Jisung’s is based on my personal experience)

Requested by: Anonymous 

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING)Mentions of eating disorders, cursing

Tag List: @distrikt9 @mini-meanhoe @poeticallyspaghetti @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @yangomangos​

Bangchan:

You had a history of not making the healthiest choices when it came to weight loss. It was a secret you kept to yourself. A secret you thought you wouldn’t have to deal with again. But, life sometimes throws stuff at you, and you can't help but fall back into old habits.

You knew Chan adored you. That didn’t mean hate comments got any easier to read. It was almost impossible to avoid them. Chan was always in the public eye, so it wasn’t long before your relationship was outed. At first, it was fine. Most of the Stray Kids fans accepted you; they wanted Chan happy. 

Eventually, after all the commotion died down, anti-fans started to surface. They had found old pictures of you from high school and posted them with cruel comments. It was difficult with Chan away from home so much. You felt like you were alone, with no one to help guide you away from the dark places the comments were leading you towards. 

The old pictures resurfacing reminded you of how you used to look when you were younger. It was easy to see the change in your body weight. You had started working through lunch. It was a simple excuse. It wasn’t a lie that your workload had doubled over the past week, though Chan was upset you skipped a meal, he understood. 

But your old mentality started to creep back in. The next meal to go was breakfast. Chan was usually gone before you got up so he didn’t notice. What he did notice was you slowly losing your appetite at dinner. At first, he thought you were just a little sick. He made sure to stock up on medicine next time he picked up groceries. However, in your mind, you still weren’t losing the weight you wanted fast enough. Knowing Chan would freak if you stopped eating dinner you decided to hide a bottle of diet pills behind a couple shoeboxes at the top of your closet. 

“Hey, Y/n? You wanna order a pizza?” Chan called from your bedroom. A pizza sounded divine. The sound of your stomach rumbling made you feel guilty. There was no way you would ruin this streak just for a pizza. 

“Umm...you can! I ate a little earlier.” You called back. There was a moment of silence. You figured he was just picking up some dirty laundry or something.

“Baby, when did you eat? You didn’t have lunch with me and-” 

Chan’s voice stopped all of a sudden. “I didn’t what?” You asked flipping through your phone. You frowned yet again coming across some hate comments. Sighing you tossed your phone onto the other side of the couch. “Babe?” You called still not hearing back from your boyfriend. Looking up you found Chan standing in the hallway holding a familiar white bottle in his hands. 

“What the hell is this?” 

Chan was angry. He was more than angry. He was pissed. He looked hurt when he tossed the bottle to you. “They are just diet pills, Chan.” His teeth dragged across his lip and his hands came to rest on his hips. 

“No. Only half the bottle is left! Y/n this is dangerous. I know you’ve been skipping meals!” You flinched as Chan raised his voice. He noticed and came over to you. His hands wrapped around yours, shaking a little bit. “Y/n....I’m scared for you....I’ve been scared for you. You won’t talk to me. I know about the hate and the meals, but this? Baby. You’ve gotta talk to me.” 

You looked at your boyfriend crouched in front of you, holding back tears. “Chan...it was just hard not to go back to bad habits. I’m so sorry.” Tears fell from his eyes hearing you speak. He dropped his head into your lap, still holding your hands tightly. He looked up, eyes puffy and red. His lips pressed against the back of my hand.

“I’m with you, yeah? I love you. I’m not going to let you do this alone.” 

Minho:

Being a model was one of the best jobs you had ever had. It wasn’t as easy as everyone thought. You had great expectations put on you. At any given moment your agency could call you and say that you needed to drop fifteen pounds and chop off half your hair and you would have to do it to keep your contract.

Minho was used to your crazy weight-loss diets and coming home to you running on the treadmill with six coats on. He trusted you to be safe with whatever you were doing. He always checked in on you, even when he was away on tour. 

Little texts making sure you were alright. Facetimes before he went to sleep. But, it was better having Mino home with you. Thankfully he would be home for the next six months. 

The blare of your ringtone woke you up from a deep sleep. Minho was still sound asleep next to you and two of the cats were snuggled up at the foot of the bed. Seeing the agency as the caller id, you picked it up. They gave you the requirements for the job as well as the deadline. “Next week!” You exclaimed trying to keep Minho from waking up.

After a few more exchanged words you hung up the phone and lay in bed. “Twenty pounds?” You whispered to yourself. There was absolutely no way you could do this in time without not being healthy. But, the pay day was huge. There was no way you could pass up this gig if you wanted to make rent this month. The only problem would be Minho. He would totally scream at you if he found out you weren’t being healthy losing the weight.

Hell, the weight they wanted you to be wasn’t exactly healthy either. Your boyfriend stirred next to you, wrapping an arm around your middle. The next week you did everything possible to lose the weight. You skipped meals and you practically lived at the gym. 

“Babe, have you eaten yet?” Minho said over the phone. He spoke to you on speakerphone as you ran with a hoodie on the treadmill in your apartment. You were three days away from your deadline with still five pounds left to lose. 

“Yeah,” You said out of breath. Lie. “I ate a big salad a couple hours ago.” Another lie. You hadn’t eaten anything in the last seventy-four hours. He sighed over the phone. “What’s wrong, Minho?”

“Y/n we ran out of lettuce like two days ago, babe.” 

Letting out a nervous laugh, you turned off the treadmill. “Minho.... I-uh...I ordered one-” You heard the line click. He hung up. “Oh fuck.” You said head in your hands. You shed the jacket and raced to your closet. You grabbed one of Minho’s big sweaters and threw it over your head. About ten minutes later the front door opened, Minho storming in throwing his stuff on the counter. “Hey! Did management let you off early-”

Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the apartment. The next thing you knew you were walking up the stairs of your agency. The two of you blew past your boss’s secretary. “What the fuck, man!?” Minho screamed bursting into my boss’s office. “Do realize you are driving my girlfriend slowly off a cliff? She could kill herself just trying to meet your expectations! LITERALLY.” 

Your boss was completely shocked. He was at a loss for words. “This is not on Y/n. This is on you for making her feel like she ever had to feel like she had to use such drastic measure simply to please your patriarchal sexist ass.” You felt like crying seeing Minho defend you. It was true. It was your choice to skip meals, but mostly out of fear of the termination of your contract.

“Sir-”

“No. I don’t think you know who I am. One word from me to the press could ruin you in this industry for the rest of your life.” Your boss stayed silent. Clearly fearing for his reputation. “Now, you are going to let Y/n end her contract, with full compensation, on the grounds of employee abuse.” Minho narrowed his eyes, completely furious. “Got it?”

He nodded and Minho took your hand in his and led you out of the office. “Thank you, Min.” You whispered, kissing his shoulder. 

“You’ve got to tell me, babe. I’m not gonna stand by while you are forcing yourself through this.”

Changbin:

Changbin wasn’t the most observant man on the planet. But, it was very hard to slip anything past him when it came to you. His job was demanding and took up far more of his time than either of you would like,  but the man was clingy even from a distance. 

You just dropped him off at the airport not four hours ago and he was already facetiming you. With Changbin gone, your apartment felt empty. The days seemed to blur together. Days flooded into nights and nights blended into early mornings. You were sad and missed him a lot. So you did the best thing you could think of to distract yourself was throw yourself into your work.

The tour was nowhere near its end and you were bringing more and more work home. You got into the bad habit of skipping meals and you barely ate anything for dinner, choosing instead to work. Most nights you fell asleep at your desk, having not eaten anything all day. 

Changbin would call at all hours of the night, so caught up in tour life he had forgotten that it was three am where you were. You didn’t mind, however, the calls always ended with you missing him even more. If things were really bad you would go down to the bakery and eat an entire cake by yourself only to refuse food for the rest of the week.

“I’m so lonely here without you,” You said to the glow of your laptop screen. Changbin’s face filled the screen. He was barefaced and had a hoodie covering his messy hair. Seeing your boyfriend even just through a facetime call was a godsend. “It’s been really hard keeping it together. When are you coming home?” 

He sighed. Clearly, he wasn’t handling the distance well either. “Four days.” Your head dropped into your hands. Four days. You could handle four more days. The question was could your body handle four more days? “Sweetie, you don’t look too good. Are you sure you are taking care of yourself?” Changbin looked seriously worried.

The internal struggle of whether to tell him or not was evident. 

“Y/n, you can tell me anything. I’m worried about you.”

Your fingers raked through your hair. Changbin let out an anxious sigh. He knew silence from you was a bad sign. “I haven’t exactly been eating well lately.” His face grew somber. 

“How not exactly?”

“Like....at all.”

“Y/n!” Changbin exclaimed. You were sure that he had woken up whatever boy he was sharing a room with. He broke seeing the shame on your face. How he had not noticed sooner was shameful to him. Your face was starting to sink in and dark circles lay under your eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“I didn’t want to bring up past problems I had and worry you with them. They are mine to deal with.” 

Changbin shook his head. “I want to share your problems, sweetie. Your problems are mine and I’m glad to take them.” He paused simply looking at you with care. “Do you want me to come home? I’ll be on the first flight out?”

“I can’t make you do that. The boys and STAY need you.”

“You need me more right now.”

Hyunjin:

Your mother was lapping you. She was getting married twice. You weren’t even married once! It didn’t help at all that your mother was one of the most judgemental living on the planet. All her friends were a close second. She had been hounding you for years to get a boyfriend. She was always nagging on you to settle down and give her grandchildren.

Hyunjin coming into your life was the best thing that had ever happened to you. He made you feel fully yourself and even helped you out of some really bad habits that your mother had gotten you into. Hyunjin slowly helped you rebuild your self-esteem and you loved him more every day for it. 

“Y/n, last time I saw you it looked like you had been putting on quite a bit of weight. I’ve already sent you the dress I want you wearing and you need to fit in it by the wedding. Am I clear?” The shrill voice of your mother filled the room. Why did you put her on speakerphone again? You looked at the lilac colored dress you were holding in the mirror. “Y/n?”

“Yes, mother. I understand.” There was no way you were fitting into this. She sent it to you this morning and the wedding was nine days away. It wasn’t surprising she pulled something like this. She always had impossible standards to hold you too. Having enough of your mother, you hung up the phone. 

With a sigh, you grabbed the dress and tried to put it on. It was by far the most unflattering garment you had ever worn. You couldn’t close the zipper and it emphasized all the wrong places on your body. You could barely breathe in the tight fabric. Wiping stressed tears from your face, you shedded the frock. The choice of never giving down your mother's complaints or simply wearing a different dress were pounding against your skull.

If only Hyunjin wasn’t still on a dating ban. Then you could tell your mother how happy you were with him and she would stop hounding about your weight and appearance. But, that wasn’t the case. Only eight more months. Eight more months and you could shout about Hyunjin from the rooftops without a care. Until then, you had to lose a lot of weight as soon as possible. 

As much as it hurt you to go behind Hyunjin’s back, you returned to your old habits, skipping most of your meals. It was easy to hide at first. Hyunjin would come home late from practice, so he didn’t find it unusual for you to have ‘eaten’ before him.

However, what wasn’t normal, was you getting dizzy spells. But you were so close to fitting in that dress you couldn't stop. Hyunjin was lounging on the couch, flipping through random channels. The edge of your vision started to blur out, making you clutch the counter for balance. Taking some deep breaths you focused on centering yourself. “Baby, you okay?” Hyunjin said, his voice laced with concern. He was already making his way over to you, hand finding the small of your back.

You pushed away from the counter to respond to your boyfriend, but your knees buckled under you. Hyunjin caught you, pulling you into his chest. “Oh shit- Y/n, baby. Look at me. How many fingers am I holding up?” Hyunjin held up three long fingers that looked more like five or six. You groaned, leaning into him. 

Hyunjin, slightly panicking, pulled you over to the couch and laid you down. You watched him pick up his phone ready to dial emergency services. “Jinnie! No! Don’t. Really, I’m fine. It was just a dizzy spell.” He narrowed his eyes at you. 

“You haven't had a dizzy spell since-” His words caught in his throat and he turned to you in shock. “Y/n...when was the last time you ate.” Your hands covered your face, rubbing your temples. 

“I had a ramen cup. Don’t worry.”

Hyunjin involuntarily rolled his eyes letting out a frustrated huff. “I didn’t say what. I said ‘when’. ‘When’, Y/n!” He sighed seeing you struggle to think back on the past few days.

“I think....like two and a half days ago?” Hyunjin sighed, picking up his phone again. He walked into another room and returned about ten minutes later. You watched him walk to the kitchen and grab a Gatorade from the fridge. He placed it in front of you just as the doorbell rang. He ran a hand through his blonde hair as he took a huge bag from a man at the door. 

“Eat. Drink.” He said placing the bag of takeout in front of you. He unwrapped the food and twisted the cap off the drink, placing it in your hand and lap. He had a worried look on his face as he watched you begin to eat. “I called your mom.” 

You immediately started choking on the food, giving Hyunjin yet another panic attack. “You WHAT?”

“I told her about us. I know the wedding and all her expectation is what is causing you stress. I told her to add me to the guest list and that you’re showing up in whatever you want to wear and that she better not say one word about it or else she’ll hear some choice words from me.”

Your eyes softened and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He nuzzled his face in your hair letting out a staggered sigh. “Anytime you feel like that, you’ve got to come tell me. I hurt when you hurt. I hurt even more when you try to keep me from helping you.”

Jisung:

Your stomach growled. In the past three days, you had eaten nothing but a couple crackers and a few pieces of cheese. College had been really rough on you lately. Classes were tough and you had resorted to stress eating while Jisung was away and working. It was even worse when he went off on tour. 

Without him around your self-esteem was at an all time low. In your mind, it was only a matter of time before Jisung came back with a girl who was much prettier, much skinnier, and just....better...than you. It wasn’t easy to tell Jisung this. You had never really been great at talking about your feelings.

The sound of your cell phone buzzed against the kitchen counter. It was almost midnight so only one person could be texting you. Your hands swiped through the notifications until you could read the message. Jisung.

Hey bb! <3 Gonna be home late. So sorry :( don't wait up for me

You sighed and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. Your boyfriend was right, as much as you hated to admit it. There was no point in waiting up for him. The edge of your vision started to blur out so you shook your head and blinked a few times. “A hot shower would probably do me some good.” You said to the empty apartment. 

Tossing your clothes in the hamper, you walked in your underwear into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Suddenly you felt dizzy, heat flooding the small room, fogging up the mirror. Your head started to spin. The orientation of the room seemed to flip upside down. You grabbed at anything knowing you were going to fall any second. The shower curtain came down with you, your head banging against the shower wall and then against the bathtub. 

Black clouded your vision as hot water pelted down on you from the showerhead.

Jisung turned the lock of your shared apartment at about two in the morning. The first thing he noticed was the lights in the kitchen and bedroom were still on. He tossed his bag on the counter and set his phone down beside it. “Baby? You still up?” He called into the apartment. “Y/n?” He asked hearing the shower running. 

He gently wrapped his knuckles on the door. After a few minutes of not hearing a reply, he started to get a little worried. “Y/n? Babe.” Slowly he pushed open the door and peeked his head into the bathroom. His eyes widened seeing you passed out shower curtain falling on top of you. “OH SHIT!” 

Jisung burst into the bathroom and threw the shower curtain away from your unconscious body. He shut off the water and cradled your head away from the shower wall. As gently as he could he picked you up and set you on the bed the both of you shared. “Fuck. My phone. Where’s my phone?” Jisung scrambled, running out of the bedroom. He was frantic. 

“911. What is your emergency?” The calm voice of the operator spoke to him.

“My girlfriend. She uh--....fuck. She fell in the shower. I don’t know. I just came home. I think she hit her head.” Jisung ran a stressed hand through his hair, his feet carrying him back to the bedroom. He nodded at the operator's instructions and kept them on the phone as he grabbed one of his shirts from your closet to cover you up. 

The paramedics arrived and loaded you up in an ambulance. Your heavy eyes opened slowly and you looked around the back of the emergency vehicle. It hurt to turn your head, which was still making you feel dizzy. Jisung sat beside you, holding your hand tightly, head down, and tears falling down his cheeks. “Jisung...” You croaked out. 

His head shot up and he didn’t even bother trying to hide his tears. “Baby! Oh, thank god! Y/n you scared me half to death! What the hell happened?” He held your hand tightly, kissing along your knuckles.

“I’m so sorry, Ji....I only meant to skip a couple meals. I thought...I thought I had it under control.” You continued to ramble trying to make sure the words were coming out the way you wanted. Jisung looked heartbroken next to you.

“Y/n....you can’t...fuck...I love you so much. You’ve gotta tell me this stuff, okay?” He said choking up. You had never seen him so upset, so broken. “I can’t lose you. You’re perfect to me always.” You nodded, tears falling down your own cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry-...I’m so sorry. I should have told you...”

Felix:

After being a trainee since you were fourteen, you had picked up an unhealthy mindset about your body image. The weekly weigh-ins your company put you through always had you watching your weight down to the ounce. There had been several incidents regarding your health and some unhealthy weight choices, thankfully they hadn’t been leaked to the press and your company covered it up. Felix had been your friend since you debuted and you had been dating for almost a year and a half. The two of you kept it a secret since both of you were still under a dating ban. Felix was always there for you when you needed him. Even if that meant him coming to find you in a broom closet because you were having a rough time and needed a hug.

Comeback season was always a rough time for the both of you. His group was busy, your group was busy. There was hardly any time to see each other. Promotions were even worse, especially for you. You felt like you had to constantly watch what you were eating since there were cameras all around you. You limited you food intake to one small meal a day, choosing to drink lots of weight loss shakes and water instead. Your secret diet plan had been working for years. You hadn’t had an incident since debut. 

Your stomach growled as you looked in the mirror. “Y/n, did you eat?” Your leader asked brushing extra blush across her cheeks. You shook your head, knowing your voice would waver if you tried to lie. 

“I’ll get something after the performance.” 

The sound of other performances were playing on the music shows backstage TV. The skirt you were wearing was squeezing your stomach the fabric unbearably tight. “Girls, you’re up next! Stray Kids is after you. Backstage in two.” A stagehand said popping into the room then quickly exited. The members of your group started filing out of the room, heading backstage. 

Stray Kids were waiting backstage already. You waved at Felix in the dark as you all came to stand next to them. You felt yourself get hot all of sudden and the room was beginning to tilt. The heels you were wearing made it a little more difficult for you to catch your balance. 

You felt a hand on your back, steadying you. Felix appeared behind you, a concerned expression on his handsome face. “You okay, darling?” You nodded and brushed a bead of sweat from your forehead. 

“Yeah. Just got a little dizzy for a second.”

Felix still looked concerned but gave you a quick kiss on the cheek after making sure no one was looking. “I’ll see you after your performance, darling.” He whispered in your ear before sending you onstage. Your group got in position and started performing your new song. Your head was spinning and you felt like you were going to pass out under the white hot stage lights. 

The lyrics to your part of the song came out breathy as you danced in the center. It was evident you weren’t giving your one hundred percent, but you smiled through the pain you were feeling. You let your face fall as you transitioned to the back. If you could just hold on until the song was over.

In the middle of the dance break, your body couldn’t take it anymore. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you crumpled onto the floor, your body had been running on zero fuel for too long and gave out. The gasps of the audience stopped the performance and your group members froze in place. You felt someone run next to you and turn you over. You dazed eyes looked up to see Felix, fear plastered all over his face. 

“We need to get her to the hospital.” Your leader said ushering the two of you off stage. Felix carried you in his arms until you were resting on the hospital bed, still in your stage clothes. Felix and your leader sat in the room with you while the doctors ran several tests. They hooked an IV up to your arm and waited for the doctor to return. 

“So, who are you again?” The doctor asked pointing to Felix and your leader. She introduced herself, but before she could say anything else Felix interrupted her.

“I’m Felix, Y/n’s boyfriend. What going on, doctor?” She turned to you with wide eyes pointing at Felix. You motioned to her and an unspoken promise was made that you would talk about it later. She gave you a stern motherly look before turning back to what the doctor was saying. 

“Well. She is severely malnourished. Her blood sugar and iron are dangerously low.” Felix put his head in his hands, clearly upset. “I’m seeing in her records this has occurred before?” Felix nodded reached for your hand. “Well, I want her to stay here until the IV is drained and someone should make sure she is eating and resting well.” The doctor wrote out a copy of meds and instructions for both Felix and your leader. 

You watched Felix listen intensely on everything the doctor said about your health, taking notes of his own. Eventually, the doctor and your leader left the room. “Darling...I should have figured it out when you said you were dizzy. I’m so sorry. I should have- Fuck, I saw the sign and I didn’t do anything.” He rested his head in his hands clearly upset. You pulled him over to you and wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank you, for being here for me. That’s all I need.” You kissed the top of his head and buried your face in his neck.

Seungmin:

You could tell Seungmin anything. You had been best friends before you started dating and were basically inseparable. There was only one thing Seungmin didn’t know about you, your history with not so healthy weight loss methods. In highschool like most students, your self esteem was a soul sucking bottomless pit. 

Every insecurity was brought to light by your cruel peers. Feeling broken you sought comfort looking magazines filled with beautiful women. Beautiful skinny women. Your desire to be like them grew stronger as you grew older. At first, you only skipped meals when extra work needed to be done. To you, there was no bad consequence at the time. Not only would you lose a little weight but you would get more accomplished. 

Then skipping meals became a regular thing. You would usually get dinner with Seungmin most nights but still ate light. Seungmin paid no mind to it, assuming you were eating healthy during the day.

After a few months, he noticed you were extremely thin to an unhealthy degree. Seungmin was hesitant to ask you about it at first. You were an adult and could take care of yourself. He also didn’t want to come off as clingy and intrusive, but he was really worried about you to the point where he would lose sleep wondering if you had actually eaten that day and lied to him over a phone call. 

Soon, he had enough. “Y/n, be honest with me.” He exclaimed one day while he was over at your apartment. You stopped mid-sip of water and turned to your boyfriend. “You’re skipping meals aren’t you?” 

Silence filled the apartment. Every sound seemed to have been amplified. The dripping water of the bathroom faucet, the clock in the kitchen, the fabric of Seungmin’s sweater brushing against the couch. He watched you with determined eyes. 

“Are you mad at me?” You asked hesitantly. He let out a heavy sigh taking your hands in his. He looked hurt.

Your boyfriend looked back up at you. He seemed to be studying every detail of your face. The bags under your eyes. The way your cheeks had begun to sink in. “I’m not mad.” He whispered. Seungmin took his time choosing his next words with care. “I’m worried, Y/n. Look at you. You are clearly not healthy. This has gotten out of hand.” 

You felt exposed. Raw. Vulnerable. You felt small. Seungmin was right. What you were doing wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t safe, but you couldn’t just stop. It had gotten to the point that you barely had an appetite during normal meal times. 

“Min...I can’t just stop. I’m really messed up aren’t I?”

Seungmin pulled you into his chest, resting his head on yours. “No more than anyone else.” He whispered. It felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders knowing that Seungmin knew your secret. You didn’t feel alone anymore. “We can get you the help you need. All I want is for you to be healthy and happy.” 

There were a million things you wanted to say to him, but actions seemed to work better. You nodded against his chest, letting your arms fall from around his neck to rest gently over his heart. “I should have told you sooner.” You said softly, listening to his heartbeat. 

His fingers softly ran through your hair. “What matters is you told me. I’m not going to let you go through this alone anymore. I’m always here for you, Y/n.” 

Jeongin:

You had recently got a new roommate. A roommate who looked like she walked straight out of a Victoria’s Secret magazine. It didn’t help that she often walked around in her body hugging workout gear. You felt pudgy next to her. She was of course the nicest person on the planet which didn’t make your jealousy decrease any more than it should. In reality, it only grew more.

You wanted what she had. At first, you just started with a diet and exercise. Jeongin was happy to work out with you in the gym. He loved going on night runs with you near the Han river. But, you just weren’t getting the results you wanted. You still looked like a blobfish next to your roommate and were seeing no near progress anytime soon.

The first thing that Jeongin noticed was you stopped letting him come around to your apartment. In your mind the less he saw your roommate the less likely he was to compare you too. Not that he would, but there was always this doubt in the back of your mind. 

The second was your dramatic change in demeanor. A cloud of depression seemed to hang over you wherever you went. You were tired and not acting like yourself. Lastly, he noticed you getting thinner and thinner. 

You had cut out so many things from your diet that you were basically only eating a few crackers and slices of cheese a couple times a day. You stopped going out to dinner with Jeongin, choosing to go out when you knew you wouldn’t be eating. 

He had no idea how to approach you, but he was worried sick. So, he went to the one person he knew he could trust with anything. Chan. He sat done with Chan and told him about everything he was thinking and feeling. After getting advice from his hyung he felt much better about asking you what was going on.

The two of you were on one of your Han river night runs. The pace you were running at was slower than usual. Jeongin made sure to go your speed, picking up on little things he noticed. “Y/n, are you sure you are alright?” He asked, stopping. 

You nodded hands resting on your knee. Your chest was tight and your stomach hurt. It felt like hot volcanic air was pressing down on you like an anvil. “I’m fine. I just need a break.” He nodded and crouched down next to you. Not many people were out since it was later in the evening, but Jeongin still kept an eye out for pedestrians who might come by.

“Angel, you don’t look good at all.” He said rubbing your back. “Come sit for a minute.” Not letting you say anything against the notion he dragged you over to a bench and handed you his water bottle. You flinched tasting what was in it. Definitely not water.

“What is this?” 

“Don’t worry. It’s got plenty of electrolytes in it. Just drink, angel. You need it.”

Jeongin rubbed your back as you drank from the bottle. “How did you know I needed that?” You questioned still out of breath. You attempted to hand him back the water bottle but he put it back in your hands.

“I know you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”

You sighed head in your hands. “How long have you known?” 

He shrugged playing with a bracelet on his wrist. “Maybe a week,” He had known for that long and he hadn’t said anything? Why? He gave you a tight-lipped smile as if reading your thoughts. “I was hoping you would tell me. But, you come first before anything.” He laced his fingers with yours. “Why are you skipping meals, angel?”

You sighed, looking out at the water, feeling much better now. “I was jealous of my roommate. She just is so fit and gorgeous. I feel so inferior next to her.” You hand carded through your messy hair as you looked up at your boyfriend. “Maybe I was...the teensiest bit worried that she might turn your head because of how slender she was.”

“Angel, you are perfect to me. I never want you to change.” He said pressing a kiss to your temple. 

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weed garden

now I know this joke is dead but I ended up over writing this so some of it got cut this is my first real fic vie published i hope you like it if not feel free to make fun of me  It was ruby's idea she was stressed about well everything and she knew yang and Blake had a lot of it, it was legal in atlas after all she only took a little they probably wouldn't even notice she had it for a week just to make sure they didn't

They were sitting alone after training oscar was sweaty and looked tired she leaned over "So Oscar uh what do you think of smoking"  He raised an eyebrow "well my aunt smoked cigarettes  and a bit of weed during the winter" he said putting long memory on his hip "Uh why the winter," she asked meeting his raised brow "Well there's not as much work to do in the winter so you can slack off a lot more" he responded "Well uh what about you have you ever smoked" she tried not to seem too obvious but she started to nervously fidget with her hands “Uh well my aunt let me smoke a cigarette once when I was 12, but I think that was to make me hate them she bought the most bitter horrible tasting ones she could," he said a faint look of annoyance at his aunt going across his face She giggled and said "from what you tell me that sounds very like her but like uh would you smoke weed like now I mean" He rubbed the back of his neck his eyes darted to her "well uh maybe with someone I trust" She bit her lip and said "well do you trust me" His ears got a little red "well of course I trust you, id smoke with you if you asked" 

"Well I'm asking Weiss is going to one of those art show thingies blake and yang are going to uh do whatever it is they do so I'll have the  room all to myself so I  thought that maybe we could do it together smoking I mean" her cheeks grew red to match his ears He nodded his head just slightly "I uh sure do you want me to bring cookies my aunt would always ask me to bake for her after she smoked" She smiles wide "yeees please the Peanut butter chocolate chip ones or the strawberry ones there the best" His face started to get flushed too "I uh I can make you both I’m assuming you're supplying the, uh you know weed" "Well yeah but that's gonna take a while won’t it, you don't have to make both," she said trying to hide the fact that she wanted both of them "No no I'll make them ironwood gave me access to the cafeteria kitchen so it won't take very long at all" he fiddled with his hands "and besides I know you like my baking and I like doing it for you" She smiled "he likes baking for me," she thought while trying not to giggle "well then I won't stop you I'll bring those pretzels you like" He smiled a little "I won't tell anyone were doing this" he stood up and said "I’ll see you tomorrow I got to get baking I might make some other things" 

She nodded her head and they split up when she got back to her room she was practically bouncing with excitement yang was sitting on her bed "why aren't you tired you and Oscar were training all day" her face flushed a little "Well I’m just kinda excited  I’m gonna have the room all to myself" she says trying not to be super obvious "I saw you and oscar talking after you trained did you invite him over," blake says hidden in her bunk “damn you blake” she thought  Yang beams excitedly "is it a date!" "What no I just invited him over to eat junk food and play video games" she waved her hands around frantically not helping her case 

 Yang deadpans "you asked him to come to your dorm room alone he might be oscar but he's still a teenage boy ruby he’s gonna think it’s a date" Ruby crossed her arms and grumbled "Look if you don't like him that's ok but it's obvious to everyone how much he likes you so if you don’t like him don't lead him on make sure he understands how you feel" Blake chimed in peeking out from her bunk 

"I uh I think I like him but I don't know if I want things to change yet and I'm not even sure if he likes  me " she sits down on her bed 

Yang hops down from her bed and sits next to ruby throwing an arm around her shoulder "that's perfectly ok if you feel that way but oscar likes you the way he stares at you the way he talks about you it's obvious" she smiles at ruby's red cheeks and tries to finish  her speech with "but if you do decide you like him to make sure to practice safe-uhg" ruby ends it with a punch to the gut "Yaaang shut up even if i do like him I'm not talking about that" she squeaks and reals back for another punch yang puts her hands up in surrender "Alright Oscar would probably have a heart attack anyway I’m just saying" yang kisses ruby on the forehead like she always did "you should try to talk to him about it ok" Ruby grumbles a simple "I’ll try" 

Oscar is having a similar time 

Nora hugs him tightly "ooo my baby's going on a date" oscar blushes as ren pulls Nora off of him "It’s not a date she just invited me over to play video games and stuff" he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly Jaune sitting at the small table "Oscar you know she's into you and isn't it weird that she waited till everyone would be gone to invite you over" Oscars face flushed an even deeper red than it had been before and he frowns  "well I don't think she is I’m sure she has lots of better  people to choose from" Ren put his hand on Oscar’s shoulder "Oscar please do not doubt yourself you’re great" 

"Yeah you’re a total catch Oscar your smart cute strong brave you have freckles and your cool with the headmaster of atlas" Nora chimed in counting his positive traits on her fingers "Thanks" is the only response Oscar can think of his embarrassment only growing "Now you need to pick out what your gonna wear and what your gonna say," Nora says standing quickly "Nora he doesn't need us to meddle with it if you need to advise Oscar you just have to ask I would recommend wearing something casual," ren said "Alright I will" 

They both went to bed thinking about their little 'date' in the morning oscar started baking and when he has a lot on his mind he tends to overdo it so he ended up making both batches of cookies a mini strawberry cake a dish of brownies and french toast casserole for breakfast 

After wby left ruby spent the morning gathering snacks and making the room as comfy as possible as well as gathering Oscars and her favorite games she remembered yang saying that her first time smoking sucked so she wanted to make sure she and Oscars  first time was fun 

Oscar had gone back to the dorm with all the food packed carefully to get ready Ren was the only one in the room he was sitting on Nora’s bed reading “oscar before you go I need to talk to you please sit” ren sounded serious and not in his normal way so he sat across from him “now Jaune and I didn’t bring this up earlier but we decided it was important to talk to you about because your 15 and we both know what it was like being that age and we know you like ruby a lot” he talked like how oscar imagined his father would “Uh yeah so what is this about” oscar had a vague idea in his head of what it was “I’m going to give you the talk I know your aunt gave you one but I think it’s a good idea for another man to talk to you as well,” ren said closing his book and leaning forward So then began  5 minutes of surprisingly not awkward conversation ren was very easy to talk to ren finished the conversation with handing oscar a condom “now I know you probably won’t use this but I want you to be safe ok and please don’t do anything you don’t think you’re ready for” Oscars’ face was pretty red after that but he put the condom in his back  pocket and thanked ren before taking everything he needed to Ruby's room She opened the door right as he was about to knock “oscar I was just about to come to get you” She said trying to act casual “Oh uh am I late,” he asked he would look at his watch but his hands were very full she takes the containers from his arms and sets them with ease on the little table next to the window

“Nope I was just getting impatient,” she says spinning back around to face him she was in her pajamas he thought she looked really cute he was just wearing his old pants and a comfy sweater he had bought in argus “Well do you want to uh you know smoke” he tried to not sound awkward but the boy can only do so much “Yeah sure let me get it” she was excited to finally be able to relax with him she lifted her mattress and pulled out the joint it was in a plastic bag with the lighter she had picked up in atlas she sits down on her bed which she had piled blankets and pillows on she beckons him to sit with her and he does leave space between them 

“Alright so I guess I’ll go first,” she says lighting the joint then inhaling and immediately coughing 

Oscar leans closer “are you ok” the actual worry in his voice makes rubies heart squeeze a little but she tries to play it cool “yeah yeah it’s just rough do you want to try,” she says holding it out to him he gently takes is and holds it up to his lips slowly inhaling then coughing himself covering his mouth and holding it back out to her “your right that’s rough” 

Ruby laughs “I told you” they pass it back and forth for a little bit they had both begun to feel it then oscar giggles 

“What’s so funny,” she says nudging him with her shoulders he giggles again and says “your name is ruby carmine  rose all your names are words for red” ruby laughs “ha your right wait what’s your middle name is it funny” oscar leans back onto a pillow “no its magus it means uh sorcerer oh I don’t like that I just put that together” oscar starts to laugh and in between laughs says  “ha that makes way too much sense man maybe destiny exist it was my great grandfather’s name, oh god” Oscars laugh becomes Weezy and ruby leans on him “well I think its a cool name” oscar stops laughing and says “well I guess it is its fitting at least right” he inhales again and passes it back to ruby it’s over halfway burned out she's been asking it in an old red solo cup “you know what about we bust out those snacks I don’t know about you but I’m really hungry” she sits up oscar does right after he stands and gets the cookies before she does he hands her the tupperware box of the strawberry chocolate chip she smiles and giggles “thanks cookie” she says bursting into laughter after 

Oscar cocks his head to the side “cookie?” rubies laughter grows more intense “it’s my nickname for you in my head it’s so dumb it’s because your sweet and your freckles look like chocolate chips” oscar started to laugh as well “that’s adorable ruby” he says as her face gets red they both sit back down this time oscar leaning on ruby and then their silent ruby thought maybe oscar had fallen asleep “You know ruby you are like the coolest person I’ve ever met like your the youngest person to get to beacon a silver-eyed warrior and your the leader of your team that’s  all amazing,” he said still leaned against her she smiled and her face got hot 

“Well I think you’re cool to oscar,” she said munching on a strawberry chocolate chip cookie 

 He looks up with the biggest smile she’s ever seen him wear “thanks that means a lot” he bites his lip “do you wanna play some video games” he said with a mischievous grin 

“Yes I was looking forward to kicking your ass,” she said as they pull their scrolls out and start playing Grimm beat down Vl a game ruby rocked at and oscar had never managed to beat her at when they started to play and oscar was doing way too well he was doing combos and not just button mashing he was blocking and dodging ruby was getting frustrated she leaned forward preparing to up her game and up her game she did but it wasn’t enough oscar took the first round than the second even ending it with a fatality 

Ruby groaned in frustration taking another drag of the joint then passing it to oscar “how did you get so good is it the weed do you have weed powers”

Oscar laughed and said “I don’t know I just feel super relaxed and your moving slower” She crosses her arms with a fake pout “were gonna say weed powers hm what do you wanna do now I am tired but a nap seems like a waste" There's a sparkle in Oscars eye "a nap sounds awesome" Well uh wanna take a nap I thought you were  asleep earlier" he lays his head back down on her shoulder "You know usually id be nervous about being so close to you but this is nice you smell like metal" "Hm really? I thought I’d smell like weed or I don't know rose petals," she says "Well you do smell like weed but mostly metal When you use your semblance you do smell like roses but when you work with crescent rose a bunch you smell like metal oh wow that probably sounded creepy" She shakes her head "no its kinda sweet you smell like weed and cookies my favorite smell" 

"Thanks, I guess," oscar says then goes silent his breathing slows down after a while she looks at him and he looks like he’s asleep she needs to grab another cookie so she carefully lays him down and grabs another cookie trying to quietly eat it revealing in its deliciousness after finishing it she lays down beside him resting her head on his chest "he's really warm," she thinks and then drifts off to the most peaceful sleep she's had in a long time

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sorry if this was formatted badly or its just bad i liked making it tho 

#rwby #rosegarden #weegarden #ruby rose #oscar pine #oscar is a simp #he can cook good ok #ruby is also a simp #everyone ships it yang and nora are the captains #big brother ren #this was so much fun

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Day 1- Baking

Watching Janus make a beeline for the fridge, pull it open and, after a moment of contemplation, reach straight past the leftovers carefully placed at eye level for a bottle of wine, Patton couldn’t help blurting- “What do you eat?”

Janus unscrewed the bottle smoothly, tilting a glass and pouring himself a drink without so much as looking up at Patton.

“Mice.”

Patton squeaked in horror before he noticed the other sides’ smirk, quickly remembering who he was talking to, and huffed. “I just meant- you never eat with us. Or take the leftovers I leave out.”

“Those are for me?” Janus’ eyebrows rose at Patton's nod, and he murmured a quiet “huh”, expression unreadable.

“Just- you don’t just drink that, do you?” Patton asked quickly, nodding at the bottle, and Janus barked out a surprised laugh.

“Yes. I preach self care by day then binge-drink all night, every night, without even a morsel of food to soak it up.”

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Patton liked to make an effort to look after his kiddos, from placing post-its with a smiley face and reminder to have a FANtastic day (because he was their biggest fan!), to making sure they all ate at least one meal every day. It might not technically have been needed to ‘sustain’ them, as Logan never hesitated to remind him, but he thought a nice warm batch of cookies sustained the soul, so there.

And he liked the chewing motion.

Janus had never attended their famILY dinners, even after he was accepted, which Patton had to admit stung a little. He’d invited him every day at first, trying all sorts of dishes to entice the reptilian side, but nothing had worked. Patton couldn’t exactly use his normal approach, bring up a spare plate and knock gently on his door to make sure everything was alright. He wasn't really sure where they stood, but Janus definitely wasn’t one of his kiddos, and he was determined to respect his privacy.

Still, he was worried. And watching Janus make a beeline for the fridge, pull it open and, after a moment of contemplation, reach straight past the leftovers carefully placed at eye level for a bottle of wine, he couldn’t help blurting, “What do you eat?”

Janus unscrewed the bottle smoothly, tilting a glass and pouring himself a drink without so much as looking up at Patton.

“Mice.”

Patton squeaked in horror before he noticed the other sides’ smirk, quickly remembering who he was talking to, and huffed. “I just meant- you never eat with us. Or take the leftovers I leave out.”

“Those are for me?” Janus’ eyebrows rose at Patton's nod, and he murmured a quiet “huh”, expression unreadable.

“Just- you don’t just drink that, do you?” Patton asked quickly, nodding at the bottle, and Janus barked out a surprised laugh.

“Yes. I preach self care by day then binge-drink all night, every night, without even a morsel of food to soak it up.”

“I didn’t mean that!” Patton defended quickly, frowning. Gosh, how to words. “I’m just… Worried.”

“Worried?” Janus echoed in disbelief, and Patton felt a pang in his chest he’d ever doubt that, knowing it was his fault.

“Of course I am! You haven’t eaten anything, and I don’t care what Logan says, that’s gotta feel bad!”

Janus blinked, looking taken aback at the outburst. “Who says I haven’t been eating?”

“I just assumed- oh, oops. Guess I made an ass out of you and me… Mostly me.” Patton felt some of the tension leave his shoulders as Janus choked mid-sip, and he looked up in surprise.

“Nothing, nothing. I just was definitely expecting you to swear like that.” He explained, after taking a moment to compose himself.

“Nuh-uh! It means donkey.” Patton chided, crossing his arms playfully. “Honestly.”

Janus rolled his eyes good-naturedly, taking another sip of wine. “How silly of me to assume any other meaning.”

Patton almost frowned at the emphasis before he realised, and started to giggle.

“That was a pun!”

“No it wasn’t.” Janus replied instantly, leaning back against the counter with a much more subtle smile.

“I-” Janus’ confidence faltered for a second and Patton’s laughter faded to silence, watching the other sides’ expression return to a familiar, carefully constructed mask of apathy. “It wasn’t at all rude of me to not offer you a glass, too. Would you like..?”

“Oh! I really shouldn’t.” Patton replied instinctively, and when faced with Janus’ imploring eyebrow raise, tacked on, “I have to make dinner.”

“Surely you aren’t such a lightweight you can’t have one glass?” Janus teased, and Patton pouted defensively. “There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to drink, and not being used to it isn’t a bad thi… Oh, whatever.” He grabbed a glass.

-

They had more than one glass. Janus had shifted back from leaning on a cabinet to perching on it, looking unfairly elegant even as his words became deliberate and slow, expression rarely unguarded. Patton- who at some point had slid down against the counter much less gracefully, and was sitting on the floor- took the opportunity to study him. He knew they were all meant to have the same face, but there was something about him- other than the scales- that felt… Invigorating. That persuaded him to drink almost half a bottle of wine when he was meant to be making-

“Dinner!” He yelled, standing up so quickly he stumbled forwards, head spinning. Janus was uncoordinated as he reached for him and missed on the first grab, but he managed to put a hand on each of Patton's shoulders to steady him.

“Yesssss,” He drew out the ‘s’ in a snakelike hiss that made Patton giggle, “You can absolutely be trusted with knives and hot pans, right now.”

“... Oh.” Janus had a point. Patton frowned, eyebrows furrowing in thought before his whole face lit up again. “Cakes don’t need knives or pans!”

“Yes they do.” Janus replied in confusion, and it took a second to realise he was still lying before Patton was giggling again, shaking his head.

“So we can make a cake.”

“Oh, great ide- wait, ‘we’?”

“Yep! You look like you’d be good with the weighing scales.” He booped the snake-covered cheek to emphasise his very funny and original pun. To his delight, red blossomed across the human half of the face, and he gave another scale a boop.

“... Are you done?” Janus’ voice came out strangled, and Pattons attention was redirected to his lips as they moved. Even gentler, he brushed a thumb against them and heard Janus’ breath hitch.

Just like that he realised what he was doing- and where he was doing it, a leg on either side of him. Patton pulled back quickly, trying to back up when he felt Janus’ grip on his shoulders tighten and he stilled. He looked up slowly to search the other sides’ expression for shock, betrayal, hurt- but all he could see was that smirk, and the apology died on his lips as Janus leaned in to kiss him. He smelt the wine on his breath before he tasted it, and Patton felt intoxicated in a whole different way. Before he knew it, Janus’ arms had moved from his shoulders to his neck, legs wrapping around his waist to pull them together. Patton, equally enthusiastic, gently threaded a hand in Janus’ hair. The whimper he got in response made him a little lightheaded.

“Ja-anieeee, aren’t you hungry- oh. Ooh!” A delighted cackle behind them had Janus pulling back and sliding to the floor, face bright red.

“Remus.”

“Hungry…” Patton repeated under his breath, confused and a little disappointed before he blinked. “Cake!”

“Looks like you were getting plenty.” Remus taunted, and Patton squinted as he tried to figure it out. Apparently he wasn’t meant to, though, as Janus hissed out “Ssssstop.”

“Oh, fine. Seems like you were more thirsty than hungry, though~”

“Oh god.” Janus covered his face with his hands, and that one Patton got. He felt his face heating up too.

“Taking it you have a meal for you right here, then?” Remus drawled in a tone Patton wished he didn’t understand, although as the actual words set in he glanced between them. “Meal?”

“I mean-”

“Not that.” Patton quickly cut Remus off, face feeling like it was on fire. “You eat together?”

“More like eat out togethe-” A glare from Janus silenced Remus mid-sentence and he whined. “Alright, eat.”

“It’s not like he’s my best friend or we have years of routine, or anything.” Janus supplied, suddenly defensive.

“Oh.” That didn’t seem to be the right answer, and he scrambled as Janus’ glare turned on him. “I mean- that’s okay! Can… Can I join you?”

Janus and Remus exchanged a look. Janus quirked an eyebrow, Remus blinked. Janus raised it further and Remus stuck his tongue out.

Janus sighed. “No rat poison.”

“A little rat poison-”

“No.”

Remus pouted. “Fine.”

Patton's kiddos would be okay with leftovers for one night, but for now- however scared of rat poison he was- there was another family unit he wanted to get to know.

#moceitappreciationweek #moceitweek2021 #moceit #patton morality sanders #janus deceit sanders #alcohol / #drunken kiss #it gets Kinda heated but dw it doesnt go anywhere sajhadshjda #remus sanders #but only at the end #innuendos #...on account of the remus #mads' writing #listen i knOW its only day 2 and im already behind but. i'll have another one done later. ok?? #.........i need to plan things more lmao the 'baking' connection is a stretch