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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, eating disorders, hallucinations, allergic reaction, crying, child abuse, fluff, let me know if i missed anything

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you've been sitting across from steven for almost ten minutes, your food untouched while he kept eye contact with you.

you couldn't even rip off the bandages around your waist, due to it being from khonshu making it almost indestructible.

you were making this harder than it had to be.

it all made you think to about ten minutes ago.

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ten minutes earlier, you sat nervously in your seat at the table while steven made lunch.

they all thought you were all better, and ready to eat again without feeling insecure.

but you weren't, you still had that feeling in the back of your head.

they are just saying these things to make you feel better, not because it's true.

steven came over and set your plate down in front of you, and you glare down at it.

he sat down across from you and noticed the look on your face.

"y/n, you alright?" he asks and you nod slowly.

"i'm not-"

"if you're going to say you're not hungry, save it" he starts, making you look up at him.

"you have to eat"

you sigh and stare back down at it, and you admit that it looks really good, but you just can't bring yourself to pick up the fork.

"y/n" steven says in a more stern voice than before.

"yeah?" you respond, looking back up.

"eat your lunch" he tells you and you hum.

"can i save it for later?" you ask quietly and he shakes his head.

"you're not leaving this table until you finish that" he points to your plate with his own fork.

"yeah? who's gonna stop me?" you begin to get up, but are stopped when mummy like bandages wrap around your waist and the back of the chair, keeping you from leaving it.

"what the hell, khonshu?" you look beside you to see the bird, steven raising his eyebrows at you.

"i'm sorry, spider child, it must be done" he leaves, and you turn to glare back at steven.

"it's a simple task, really" he begins. "at least half of it. please" his tone softens.

you sigh again and shake your head lightly. "why is it such a big deal?"

"because you need-"

"this is going a bit far, isn't it?" you cut steven off, and he scoffs quietly.

"y/n! please!" he exclaims, and you stare at him wide eyed.

"sorry, just- just at least have a little" he switches up the deal, and you look down to your lap.

you sense a switch, so you brace yourself for whatever he's going to say.

he clears his throat and you look up at him, and you see that his hand is out and reached towards you.

"give me your phone" he orders and you scoff at him.