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[truwellth]

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[chunkules]

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[mortiskiller]

2 Weeks and 60 Pounds

Based on conversations with @ihatemakingusernames. BTW I was so fucking high and this was my post nut fantasy lol

Two mutual gainers agree to stay within 20 pounds of each other, but one starts to fall behind. I wonder how they help them catch up.

[embellyished]

Ya know what. I have literally nothing* to do tomorrow, so fuck it, all day stuffing tomorrow?

[fatguarddog]

Ok gonna post my weird recent fantasy before I disappear again Contains: Intox, male breast expansion, lactation (wine), some weight gain

In this, I work at a fancy bar doing table service for rich clients. There's one guest I always have a good rapport with, an older guy but very charming and handsome, who often invites me to sit with him for drinks as my shift winds down

One day we've been drinking quite a bit when he offers me a job, well paid with accommodation included, similar to my current work but a lot more fun. Listening to his pitch drunk, it's hard to say no and would you believe it? He has all the paperwork on him and can pull strings with my boss to get me started immediately! So of course I sign without reading it through properly and we toast to the occasion. He slips a little something extra into my drink, all purple and swirling and sparkly, promising it'll help expand my horizons into this new future After that my head starts to go fuzzy, but I can feel him fondling at my chest, my low cut shirt showing off my steadily expanding breasts very nicely as I completely drift off

When I wake up, it's in a gorgeously furnished room on a big bed. My head is swimming from the night before, but as I sit up there's a strange weight on my chest. I look down and see the now huge boobs I've suddenly grown all perfectly perky and barely held back by my shirt. The older guy makes himself known and tells me exactly what my new job is:

I'm now a wine boy. One of his wine boys. He has a few of them to please his clients.

Wine boys have big swollen breasts full of deliciously intoxicating wine that they can't help but produce daily. I am to live on his spacious villa alongside him and the other wine boys. Every morning I need to be pumped to drain my basic wine from my heaving breasts. For breakfast and lunch, I will be given rich meals (often fruit-based) to help construct my flavour profile for the evening, in which highly paying guests will come over and I must entertain them by serving drinks and allowing them to take it "straight from the tap"

I should be aware that I will likely put on some weight during my time as a wine boy (of which he has total control over) since many guests like to feed the boys to see if it can change the flavour of the wine. I am told that it doesn't work that quickly, but that I should laugh and agree with them if asked about it

And there's nothing I can do but embrace my new life. I signed a contract after all and the villa is so remote I don't even know where I am. But I have a beautiful place to stay, I am fed delicious foods and as much wine as I can drink. I even begin to find the pumping of my own wine quite pleasurable. Perhaps if I plump up from all the indulgence, my master will invite me back to his own chambers some time. I did hear him say he prefers his wine boys "full bodied" after all

[burning-omen]

Kinktober day 5: Gun Play + Steven Grant

Steven Grant x SHIELD agent!Male!reader

Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 6 | Ao3

Summary: After taking a day off, you finally get to go home to your boyfriend, Steven.

(a/n: I MISSED YESTERDAY AND IT SHATTERED MY SOUL INTO A MILLION PIECES IM SORRY I WAS TIRED AND I FORGOT)

Warning: Guns, mention of reader killing and being shot at, reader is close with Nick Fury kinda, oral, hand job, surprisingly gentle sex, obedient Steven Grant, soft top reader, Steven talks to Marc but that's not really a warning I just wanted yall to know that my bbygrl was mention in this fic

Words: 2k

SHIELD has been sending you all over the world as of recently, you didn't complain, you knew your work was important, and the amount of trust you’d gained from Nick Fury came with a lot of off-the-books missions, mostly investigating SHIELD itself. You'd asked from a break, at least a day or so, to get your gear together after you gun, which has been through many, many mission, jammed on you mid encounter. It was embarrassing, luckily the only other people who saw it happen were either dead or in maximum security prison serving life.

Your boyfriend, Steven, wasn't home when you got there, mostly likely at work, or maybe Marc was out on his a mission. Either way, you waited for him.

In the meantime, you decided to finally take care of your gear, you'd brought all of the supplies from SHEILD headquarters before coming home, setting up at Steven’s desk, and moving the book he had lying on the table and a couple of papers into a neat stack. You started with your boots, scrubbing them, changing the insoles, making sure the outsole wasn't damaged beyond a bit of wear from years of use, then setting them aside.

Moving on to your vest, you picked out the metal fragment from the various bullets that had shattered on impact, replacing the aramid padding that- even though it has yet to show signs of any extreme damage- was starting to wear. The bruise on your stomach was proof of that, the vest stopped the bullet from piercing skin, but didn't lessen the impact as it hit you. You sighed, knowing that Steven was going to fuss over it the second he saw the festering bruise.

You moved on to you knives, still pretty sharp, but not as sharp as they should have been. Using the lanksy puck that you definitely were not supposed to take to sharpen a them. Carefully putting them back in their sheaths and reattatching them to your utility belt, which sat in a duffle bag with both your uniform and you newly repaired vest.

Finally, you moved onto the main event, you gun, which was still jammed, turning the safety on before completely disassembling it, staring at the pieces of your revolver on the table. You didn't worry to much about the the bullets, they'd be gone by your next mission anyway.

You took your time with this one, getting into every nook and cranky, blood, dust, and built up metal from the bullets, just a bunch of little things. Reassembly was purely muscle memory, your gun looked and felt brand new. You took the ammo out and dry-fired the gun, it sounded a hell of a lot better- and the hammer dropped without interruption, jam officially gone, you reloaded the gun and sat it on the desk.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, letting the tension slip from your shoulders with a sigh, practically melting into the seat, finnaly able to relax.

And as if he somehow knew that you were officially off duty, you heard Steven fumble with the lock, seemingly dropping the key, a small swear leaving him, before he unlocked the door. He walked around silently for a while, setting down his bag and heading to the kitchen, muttering to himself, or more likely Marc, as he was asking questions about the morning, what they ate for breakfast and where Marc had left the book Steven had been reading before bed.

It took him maybe five minutes to walk back there. He walked straight past you, not paying any attention and b-lining to the bed, to be fair, it was late and Steven wasn't exactly the most observant. You loved him though, so you let him lay there for a moment before calling his name.

He practuscally jumped out of his skin, getting caught in the mess of blankets for moment. Steven was on you faster that you thought was possible. Damn near tackling you, the chair surprisingly holding both of your weight and Steven situated himself in your lap, his legs drapped across yours.

“You're back! When did you fly in?” he asked, a wide smile on his face.

“About three hours ago, where’ve you been?”

He groaned, flopping down against you, his head on your shoulder.

“Job hunting, again.”

“What happened to the uh, what was it, the library, right? I thought you were having fun over there?”

“I was, but they cut the budget and I was new so they dropped me.”

“Aww,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair, “poor thing.”

He sighed, enjoying the contact after nearly a month apart.

“What about you, I thought you weren't supposed to be back for another two weeks?”

“I wasn't, but..” you grabbed you pistol off the table, you finger on the trigger even though the safety was on and you had no immediate target, “My gun jammed and I asked my boss to give me a day off in order to fix it,”

Stevens's eyes were glued to the gun as you spoke, appreciating every little detail and crevice it held.

You knew about Steven’s affinity for guns, well, you and guns, guns alone did nothing for Steven, but when you held them...

He got quiet, glancing at you only to see you staring back at him with a knowing look on your face.

“Im flying back out tomorrow..”you pointed the gun downward, nudging his legs open with the tip, he complyed without any hesitation. “…i was thinking you and I could-”

“Yes!”

You stared at the man for a moment, almost bewildered before remembering that you've been gone for nearly two months and he's probably been thinking about this since the day you left.

You hummed before saying, “Get on the bed, lay on your back, I want to see you.”

He grinned again, practically running to the bed, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the floor, laying down in the bed, hardly able to keep himself still.

You sat at the desk for a short moment, completely removing the ammo from the gun, double checking it to avoid any incidence, then walked over to Steve, who was practically vibrating in excitement.

Kneeling between his legs, you commemorated the image of him, so happy to be fully and utterly yours, to memory.

You pointed the gun on his chest, digging the tip into his shirt, watching his reaction intently, he ceased all movement, staring down at it, taking in the weight on his chest.

“Breathe, Steven.” you said when you noticed he wasn't.

He let out a long, shuttered breath.

“You know I would never hurt you? Right Steven.”

“Oh course..”

“Good, “ you slid the gun down, feeling where his ribs ended and sturdy muscle began. Stopping just below his belly button.

“Strip, slowly, I want to see you.”

He complied easily. Hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, just like you demanded.

“That's it, good boy..”

Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, then moving down to his pants. Fumbling with the belt, getting it just before you could offer your help, he kicked his jeans down until they pooled on the floor below.

You stared at him, taking in his smooth skin and every sculpted muscle that you had no one but Marc to thank for.

Running the tip of your pistol lower and lower, running it over the growing tent in his underwear, he shuttered, a light gasp passing his slightly parted lips.

Dragging it across his waist, then down his thigh, Steven watched the gun just as intensely as you watched him. You let your finger hover the trigger, he swallowed hard.

You moved suddenly, lifting the gun to his head, right between his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard, he never hid how he felt, not with you, he felt like he didn't have to, or more accurately, he couldn't. You were an agent of SHEILD, you were trained to see through lies.

Moving your hand down ever so slightly, pressing the gun against his lips.

“Open.”

For the forth time tonight, he obeyed. Taking the tip in his mouth, then more, sucking and licking like the gun could feel it.

The effects it had on you were innumerable.

You hummed softly, adjusting your grip. You watched him, he seemingly never got bored, the imagined danger and thrill perpetuating him, eager to please cold steel.

You tugged slightly, and he let it go, lips wet with saliva.

The way he looked at you, his eyes low, cheeks flushed, breathing like he'd just run a hundred miles.

“You're being so good, Steven, so obedient. You must have really missed me..”

He nodded rapidly, “I missed you, I missed you so much-”

You shushed him, “I know, I know. I shouldn't have to leave you here, all on your own, I should be here to protect you at all times..”

He nodded along- you both knew that he didn't need the protection, but fuck it kept you here he’d be your damsel in distress forever.

Rubbing the wet tip down his chest, then right above his cock, tapping the trigger, watching him flinch at every move. He watched so intently, his breath shaky and loud, you were unpredictable, yet he couldn't wait to see what you did next.

Nudging the tip of the gun past the elastic waistband of his underwear, pulling them down.

Steven couldn't stay still, his brain and body running a million miles an hour. Slowly, you sunk down between his legs, your gun pressed right up against the center of his chest. You knew the position would get uncomfortable soon, so you decided to make this as quick as you could.

“Don’t move.” he didn't nod, or talk, just immediately playing along.

Taking your free hand, you guided Steven's hard cock, shiny with pre-cum to your mouth.

He was always sensitive, but your tongue had hardly even pressed the tip of his cock before he was a whimpering, whining mess. Hs adrenaline was spiked, of course he was more susceptible that ever right now. Taking him as deep as you could, feeling him press against the back of your throat. His hands balled into the bedsheets bellow, nearly tearing them in his hands.

Running your tongue on the underside of his cock, then swirling it around the tip, never taking your eyes off of him. His little whines growinh louder and more desperate.

You pulled away when you felt him start bucking into your mouth. Taking a short moment to wipe your mouth of both spit and pre cum.

You lifted slightly, wrapping your hand around his now perfectly lubed cock. Stroking him nice and slow, soft moans falling from his lips.

He whined your name over and over, obedience and his composure, the latter of which was had been already hanging on by a thread before you ever put your mouth or hands on him, waining. He loved nights like these when you were gentle but still so very obviously in control.

“Y/n- y/n, I'm so close, please, Love, please-”

You tightened your grip on the gun, pressing it harder into his chest, he moaned at the feeling.

You never sped up, watching him build up the his orgasm nice and slow, and when his mouth fell open in a long moan and his eyes squeezed so tightly shut you're sure he was seeing stars behind them.

Then- you squeezed the trigger. Nothing came out but Steven gasped hard like he’d been hit. His hips twitched up into your hand, cum pouring out all over your fingers. Even when that stopped, his orgasm still seemed to flow through him, his body drawn tight as he came down.

“Y/n..” he panted, “you're good, so good-”

Dragging the gun down, right into the pool of cum at the base of his stomach, then bringing it up to your mouth, licking it off.

“Come on, Steven, we're not done..”

[blueshistorysims]

September 1st, 1939, Henford-on-Bagley, England

Byron often woke up before Eleora did. She preferred to sleep in and since she rarely ate breakfast, no one bothered to wake her up. She was probably the only duchess in the United Kingdom who did not have a lady’s maid. After living on her own and managing just fine when it came to her fancy jewels and clothes, she didn’t bother hiring one after marrying Byron. The mornings were peaceful, and she was able to self-reflect on the day before she went downstairs and became the Duchess of Feldsbury. 

In the bathtub, she stared at her nude body in the water. She wasn’t old, but her body did not look as it did when she was in her early twenties, a party girl and flapper. She’d gained weight on her sides, and her breasts weren’t as firm after two children. 

Then again, the weight gain wasn’t that surprising, rather only confirming her suspicions. She was over a month late, and the same dizziness she had during Simon-Elliot and Amalia’s first trimesters had returned. Eleora stared at herself in the mirror of her bath and knew she was expecting a child. 

She would call a doctor first before she told Byron. He was so busy and stressed, and she didn’t want to tell him the news until she had medical confirmation. War was imminent, he had told her—he just didn’t know when. 

Today was the children’s last Friday before school started. In an hour or so, she and Byron would take a train to Willow Creek College with Simon-Elliot. She and her son had visited the college in August, but she still wasn’t ready to let go of him. Yes, she knew that every male Walsh boy since when-fucking-ever had attended Willow Creek College, but it was so far south, near Southhampton. At least it was close to London, and Eleora had a feeling Byron would be spending much more time there soon. 

She heard radio chatter coming from the sitting room, and followed its voice, wondering why it was so quiet.

Everyone excluding Byron was in their pajamas, sitting on the couches and staring at the radio. The sight annoyed her. They were leaving for the train station in an hour, why were none of them dressed?

“What’s going on?” She demanded. “We’re leaving for Henford-on-Bagley station in less than an hour. Have all of you forgotten Simon-Elliot starts Willow Creek College on Monday?”

Everyone turned to stare at her, their face completely blank. 

Eleora faltered. “...What’s happened?”

Byron stood up, glancing at the radio. “Germany invaded Poland early this morning. We are at war.”

She stood here in quiet shock.

[2-dsimp]

Hi! Can I get a sfw match up with the spin offs? Here's my info:

🩷Height: 5'0

🩷Age: 18

🩷Gender: Male (Ftm trans and a femboy :D)

🩷My passions: Art and music! ^^

🩷My hobbies: Drawing (both traditionally and digitally), singing, dancing (sometimes, I'm more of a low energy person most of the time), listening to music, playing with the stray cats my family takes care of or just watching them be idiots (affectionate)

🩷My profession: None yet but I plan to do something art related

🩷Other info: I'm very skinny to the point where I can actually feel my ribs through my shirt (I know how unhealthy that is and I've been trying to gain weight qvq), and I'm naturally flat, so I don't have to worry about top surgery or binders :D I have olive skin and I LOVE dressing in cute pastel pink and girly clothes <3 My Mbti is INFP and I am very very introverted, I like to keep my hair growing super long, the longest it has gotten recently is when it almost reached my hip level. I love animals and sweets. I have also been told by my friend that I'm quite naive, which is why I was oblivious to all the drama with my classmates (she was the one who told me about the beef everyone has with each other)

Thank you so much! ^^

(I love your content btw, I check your blog daily like it's newspaper and I'm a dad drinking coffee at the dinner table in the morning XD)

☆☆Yandere Gacha Match-up☆☆

【Recalibrating your results from the Spin-offs to be tailored fit to your Gacha Darling profile!】

Synchronization complete!

Congratulations! The Yandere Gachaman You’ve been matched with…

《Icha the Cultleader》

Icha is your ideal man, if you’re a very introverted person he’ll be your chihuahua companion to ward off anyone trying to invade your space or waste your time. Since he’s an introvert he understands what it’s like to be comfortable with keeping to yourself. Despite many people interpreting it as just being shy. When in reality he doesn’t want to mingle and just wants to be alone with his darling.

If you’re trying to gain weight then look no further. He’s an excellent cook and knows the science behind different food groups. Enough to know what your diet should entail for you to gain enough weight to your satisfaction.

Just be prepared for him to notify you the time to eat breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert. With no exceptions to your tardiness as he’s the type to cook a full course meal. Like a dedicated line chef making sure you’ve eaten your fill.

Given that the Cultleader’s hair is also somewhat on the long side he’ll jump to help you style your hair. Making it apart of his daily routine in dolling you up before you both head outside to go out and spend some quality time with one another.

Additionally he fully supports your passion of the arts. And would be happy to showcase his own sketches and drawings that he’s made of you amongst some well hidden summoning sigils/spell incantations/love spells.

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A/n: o(≧v≦)o thank you!

[bluepotion85]

The Golden Ratio - Chapter 3

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg )

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Tesoro

We see ourselves as special, separated from the world we live in. When the pirates burn a neighboring island, we don't think of it as our problem, not until they come and burn everything here as well. Then we know the truth, we can all experience despair, slavery, or death. 

I have rid myself of the shackles of the world with the one true power, money. Those too weak to change their realities or too stupid to realize these are the rules of the world; are destined to be used by the powerful. 

And the man dangling from my wall right now is no different. While Roronoa, Zoro tries to keep a strong front, he is getting micro-dose with particles of gold that enter his body with every meal. With every day that he stays here, the pirate hunter and swordsman of the straw hats becomes more of my personal plaything. I’ll transform him in every way so everyone can see that he is nothing but mine.

My pheromone fumes in the room are already firing his head, keeping him aroused at every waking moment. Not to mention the golden rod deep within him, it will edge him until his brain is scrambled with the need for release. While they do their job, I’ll get to destroy the body he so tirelessly worked.

“How is my wall trophy doing? Enjoying your alone time?” I said.

“I’ll get that shit-eating grin off your face when I get down off this wall,”

“It's hard to take that threat seriously when you are about to bust a nut,”

He struggles against his restraints, yelling at me for a “proper fight.”

“There have already been enough fights. You haven't gotten any closer to defeating me, pirate hunter. Admit that you can't win against me,”

“I'm the man who will cut through everything, even you,”

“Mmm, maybe your brain is not getting enough food to see the truth. Let's have breakfast then,”

“I’m not hungry,” he replied.

“I wanted to take you out to a popular restaurant, but if you would rather stay in the wall, suits you right,” 

I wave my hand at him, making the golden rod speed up. The vibrations shook him to his core, he then looked at me for a second before answering “Fine, just get this thing off me,”

It was a bit unexpected to see him accept so easily, in any case, he was following the plan.

“Of course,”

I got him off the wall and gave him a set of clean clothes. Once he changed, we went to the garage, where our ride awaited. 

“Why does anyone need so many cars?” he said.

My garage is filled with multiple models of turtle cars.

“It's about the kachow!”

“What?”

I didn't bother explaining my superior taste in cars to him. My limo arrived anyway. We got in and drove through the city.

“And why so many cars if you make someone else drive for you? It's a waste.” he said, pointing at the driver.

Ugh, peasant.

We arrive at The Gold Pearl. The structure is a massive sphere built into the ship. The center of the sphere has a stage where live performers entertain the customers, with tables taking the sides of the structure. The roof is a rendition of Skypiea from the most renowned artist in the new world.

That's only the general admission section of the restaurant, which takes up to two-thirds of the space, leaving the upper third to the VIP section. Inside it, a group of golden droplets hang from the ceiling moving slowly, giving the illusion of waves in the sea. The sides of the sphere in the VIP section are see-through. Add to that the slowly rotating floors, and you have a great panoramic view of the city. Of course, the ungrateful ass didn’t spare a glance.

The waiting time for a table in the VIP area is over a year, or that's the case for everyone else. I made a call and reserved the whole section. Nobody was allowed to interact with Roronoa but me.                                 

“Get seated pirate hunter. The meal is about to begin,” I added.

He reluctantly sat at a table meters away from me. 

“What the matter, afraid I will bite?”

He looked at me with the utmost rage and resentment before standing up, walking to my table, and sitting across from me.

“Hahaha! You are learning after all!”

The waiter arrived handing me the menu. After inspecting it, I say, “Give me the steak with porcini butter and charred onion, and for him, the Sea King treat, white wine as for the two of us.”

“Of course,” said the waitress before leaving.

“What's the Sea King treat?”

“Since we encounter so many Sea Kings through our voyage, we have lots of their meat. It gets distributed across the restaurants at the Gran Tesoro. With each restaurant offering a full run of their best dishes with that meat, they all name it the Sea King treat,”

“I’m not that hungry. It’s too much for me even if I was,”

“There is no such thing as too much here,”

“I won't eat that much,”

“Once you try it, you will see it differently, one taste and you won't be able to put your fork down,”

“If it's like the rest of the food here, I doubt that,”

We wait for a while and the waiiter came with our drinks. She set both glasses on the table and before she could pour the drinks, Roronoa snap the bottle of wine off her hands. 

With his teeth he remove the cork from the bottle and took big gulps of the wine. The waiter looked with wide eyes as he downed the bottle in front of her. I laughed and asked her to bring more alcohol for the both of us. At least now I know of something he is weak to.

Our food arrived after the third bottle of wine went down Roronoa’s throat. The waiter placed plate after plate of meat at our table.

Roronoa looked puzzled at me before he asked, “You can't possibly expect me to eat all this?!” 

“Bon appetit,” I said.

We started to eat and by the end of his first plate, he looked ready to finish. So I moved my hands and manipulated the gold inside him to my will. Expanding the walls in his stomach, his expression changed as he felt the sudden void inside of him.

“Still hungry? Why not take another cut of meat, there is plenty,”

Before he could reply his stomach rumbled loudly. He evaded my eyes as he took another plate of food. He ate it faster than the last one, and again before he was finished I expanded his stomach capacity. He holds his stomach with a tormented look before taking another plate. Yes, pirate hunter, enjoy the meat, fill your guts to your heart's content, because I will make sure you only leave this place stuffed to the brim!

Zoro

What's going on with this food?

It's been an hour since we got here and no matter how many plates of food I eat, I don't seem to feel satisfied. 

The cuts of meat are savory, rich with grease, and saturated with sauce. They are so tender they melt in my mouth like cotton candy. Maybe that's why they don't fill me. They're all taste and have no substance. 

I finished my third plate with a burp, looking at Tesoro who finished his food. He looks pleased from his meal but that miserable grin of his gave me the creeps.

“Why don't you try the duck a l'orange, It's one of my favorites,” he said, extending me the plate.

I'm about to reject it when my insides churn, a belch comes up from deep within me and my stomach rumbles all over again. The smell of the duck mixed with my appetite makes me swallow my pride. I take the dish and get to work on ripping pieces of flesh and bringing them to my mouth. 

Not a day ago I was making an effort not to eat from this psycho, but my stomach roared like a wild tiger for sustenance. Also, if they wanted to poison me with something the damage is done. 

I pick the bottle of wine and down it in a few gulps, at least this is good. Some good booze is just what I needed to withstand this mess. Once the bottle is empty I ask the waiiter for more and I bring close a plate with sea king brochettes.

My attention is drawn in double-fist them, only stopping to breathe. All concerns besides filling my stomach are now out the window. Sushi, salad, meat, everything passes through my lips with a storm of grunts and burps filling the silence of the room. 

I took one last bite of churrasco when I felt the wave of fullness hit me. As if my brain suddenly realized I was stuffed beyond belief. I lowered my eyes and found my stomach tight and distended, strained against my clothes.

“What the-?”

“See, once you have one bite, you can't have enough of them,” he said. 

He stood from his seat and started to walk towards the exit.

“Come on, we wasted enough time here,”

“Give me a minute. I can barely breathe.”

“It's not my fault you made a pig of yourself. Unless you want someone else catching you like this, I suggest you get going,” he replied beside my ear.

Selfish prick, he is the one that orders enough food to feed an army. It's not my fault they were so light, except for that last dish. Trying to stand up I managed to see the rest of my body with more attention, grease, sauce, and pieces of food were scattered over my clothes. Fuck- I did let myself go. At least whatever got into me here won't happen again.

I accepted Tesoro’s invitation to get out of the room and its awful smell. But if that means eating like a pig for over an hour I’ll stay at his office. I'm already messing up my training schedule, I don't want to add fatass to my list of problems.

“What do you say? Do you want to do the same for dinner? I know you loved it.”

“I would rather die.”

The probe made itself known, vibrating deep inside me. It must have stayed there even after Tesoro got me off the wall. But after twenty four hours of it inside me, I must have gotten used to it. Now back to shaking my inside, I try to keep myself together.

“Fine, I will, just make it stop,”

“I don't know what you mean, but I'm sure you made the right choice,”

While we made our way back to the office, I could only nurse my complaining stomach and wonder if the walk to the Limo would offset the meal I just had.

We got into the car and drove back to Tesoro´s main building. When he opens the door, we are met by a pitch-black room,”

I thought we were going to this office. Where are we? 

“Don't lag, you don't want to get lost, do you?” he said.

“I can make my way back without your help.” 

With a sigh, I walk into the room. The door closes behind me, and I catch up to him. He snaps his fingers, and the space is illuminated, revealing a long white corridor. A tiny door on the wall opened with a Lemur coming out of it. His big, colorful eyes focused on Tesoro before he said, “Project Scenario 1.” 

The creature quickly got back into the hole, we waited for a few seconds. Then the white walls of the corridor changed into a rainbow of twirling colors. 

“What is this place?”

“It's a Lounge,"

“That answers nothing.”

The walls of the corridor start to change, now showing a deep cave. The image is so clear I would believe we teleported. I even stretched my arm to where the wall should be to make sure it was still there.

Tesoro continued to walk through the now cave-like corridor, and I followed his steps. 

“There are cast lemurs behind the walls. In the wild, they can project images from their eyes to scare predators. Here, they are great for making this augmented reality experience,” he said.

We continued to walk. The corridor changed into views of Fishman Island, Skypiea, Dressrosa, The Goa Kingdom, Alabasta, and even a land made of sweets.

“A candy land? They are imaginative,” I mumbled.

“Oh, all these places are real. We took the lemurs to memorize the landscapes and use them here,” he replied.

“To the candy land? You can't expect me to believe that.”

“It's Whole Cake Island. What? Would you like to go there even after that meal?” he said mockingly.

“Of course not! It's hard to believe something like that exists, more people would talk about it,”

“It’s the territory of Big Mom, no pirate in their right mind would go there. Don't blame me for your ignorance pirate hunter,”

I was about to try and strangle him when he suddenly stopped walking, and I crashed into his massive back.

“Oi, Why did you stop?”

“We are here. I told you this is a Lounge,"

He moved to the side and revealed a circular room. The walls looked like a night sky filled with stars. Inside, a group of beanbags filled the room. 

Tesoro sat in one of the beanbags at the center of the room, and I followed suit, knowing he wouldn't let me sit anywhere else. 

“Why are we in a Lounge anyway?”

“Just Shut up and enjoy it,” he said, closing his eyes and laying back against the bean bag.

I look into the different projections, trying to relax, but my stuffed stomach keeps groaning in pain. While I clutched it, Tesoro looked at me and said, “The bean bags have a massage setting. There is one mode that could ease your belly,”

“I do not have a belly! I'm just bloated from all that trashy food you pushed on me,”

“If it was so bad, why did you eat it all? I didn't tell you to do it. That was all you,”

“I-”

He cut me up and said, “Do you want the message or not? I wanted to come here and relax, not hearing your gut groan the entire day,”

The idea of the chair starting to massage me like the table brought mixed thoughts. I don't want to give Tesoro more opportunities to mess with me, not to mention If it starts going inside of me like the table I will die. But anything that could help me with the pain is worth trying.

“Fine,” I replied.

The beanbag sprouts two arms from its sides and starts massaging my shoulders. The gold bastard’s beanbag also starts massaging him, and I calm down for a second. The arms move to my chest and neck, the tension from the day leaving me slowly. Finally going to my stomach, they make circles over it, applying pressure now and then. I would burp occasionally, releasing some space, and before long the pain had subsided. 

They continue like this for a while, the feeling soothing alongside the images of the walls. I started to feel drowsy when images of Whole Cake Island started to show again. I could almost swear the smell of the sweets was real.

“Hey, wake up. I didn't bring you here to sleep all day,” said the golden jackass slapping in the face.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

That's when I noticed the smell of all kinds of food filling the atmosphere. The room now looks like a jungle of food, with donuts sprouting from trees and spaghetti waterfalls.

“So, is this place also real?”

“Yes, the Boin Archipelago has a series of islands that flourish food from their plants,”

“I owe an apology to Usopp. I thought this was another one of his lies,”

He looked at me with curiosity, and I added, “A crewmate said he went there, but he is the king of lying, so nobody believed him,”

His laugh thundered around the room “Not that many people go there and come out to tell the tale, he managed to do it and nobody believes him? That's just perfect” he said.

“Enough off time. You had your rest,” he added.

“Wait, can't we stay for longer?” I asked, not wanting to go back to the wall. 

“You are the one who fell asleep. Next time, try to enjoy the few seconds you have off the wall with your eyes open,” he said before walking towards the exit.

After fighting to get up from the cursed beanbag, I caught up to him. The corridor keeps playing images of the Boin islands with their respective scent. I guess the room also produces artificial smells to match the images. 

My stomach roars out of a sudden, and Tesoro looks back at me with a sinister grin.

“Hungry already, Roronoa?” he said.

How am I hungry? When I fell asleep, I was still so full I felt like a stuffed turkey. How long did I sleep?

“You are in luck, food is almost ready, and we can have an early dinner,” he added.

While I think of rejecting the offer, the images of the food and the enticing aroma make my mouth water. 

“Just this one time,” I say reluctantly.

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[hwanchaesong]

Every Summertime

Park Jisung X Reader

genre & warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, wedding au, mentions of insecurities

word count: 886

a/n: i hope you'll like this! for anyone who wants to request, please do follow the rules. thank you so much! 🫶

The sun is shining brightly outside and the crashing waves bring a sense of calm in your rattled nerves. Butterflies everywhere, attracted to the scent of flowers that are beautifully arranged.

Sweat runs down your temple and it was suddenly hard to breathe. You didn't eat much for breakfast but your white gown seems tight on your body.

You shakily brought the mic up that you're holding, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"My father told me once that I should be picky when it comes to men, like how I choose my food."

Your voice echoed with the help of the speakers, laughter erupting from the crowd as you saw your father nod his head in agreement.

"But if I'm going to be honest, choosing to love you was easy like its breathing."

Park Jisung bounced his leg the whole time, biting his fingers out of anxiety.

"Will you stop that?" you swat his hands away and he puffed his cheeks.

"Don't be so nervo-!"

"How could I not?!" he whined, turning to you with a worried look. If you didn't know any better, you'll think that he'd pass out anytime soon. "You missed a class today because I forgot to bring you home early last night! God, if I die today, please leave some pork belly in front of my grave every month."

You laughed at his dramatics, holding his hand, "Don't worry. I had a nice time with you."

The relief on his face at that time was adorable, but horror replaced it within seconds when your father's booming voice resonated in his ears.

You continued your speech, words spewed out naturally and you have already forgotten the long ass essay you had to memorize before the event.

"Every day with you is an adventure. Every time with you is precious. Anywhere with you is memorable."

"It's two pm." Jisung groaned from beside you in the bed, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, "Your family will be so mad that we missed church day."

"Ugh," you tossed and turned around, facing him before pecking his button nose, "I don't really care."

The male nozzles his face in your neck, "You sure about that?"

"Positive." you hugged him back, sleepily running your hands through his silky strands of hair, "Besides, I prefer drinking with you 'til the crack of dawn and trashtalking our co-workers."

"I don't really have much to say," you bit your lower lip, kind of embarrassed to say your next words in front of this many people but you encouraged yourself to do it, "Always remember what I told you before."

The man in front of you looked at you with confusion, silently telling you to go on.

"You have my heart every summer, but to me, every day is summer time with you."

The crowd cooed at your sweetness, making you blush a thousand shades of red.

"Guess, it's my turn. How could I top that?" finally, your groom Jisung, is now speaking. A small giggle escaping your lips from his small joke.

"First, just know that I'll protect you from anything.. even from my own relatives." he gave his sister a side eye who was sitting at the front.

A sheepish expression formed on his sister's face as she mouthed a 'sorry.'

"Now, now. You know she doesn't mean that."

"I know!" you wailed, clinging to him as you sniffled, "But it still hurts."

You met with Jisung's family today, discussing the details of your wedding but his sister made a careless comment about your weight. You were insecure about it and you're trying to manage it but life sucks. You lack sleep everyday because of work and eating is the only way for you to gain energy.

Jisung sighed, patting your back before placing a loving kiss on the crown of your head, "Don't worry, I'll take care of this. I love you."

The next morning, his sister was frantically apologizing to you. Telling you that it was not nice of her to say that and she'll be more thoughtful of what to say next time.

"Second," he stared at your eyes, your heart swelling when you saw his orbs full of adoration that is only reserved for you, "I promise to cherish every moment with you. I will always stay by your side, make you feel loved and accepted."

The waterworks began to brew, you didn't know that your soon-to-be husband can be this bold with his words. You knew him as a shy one, awkward at his best and this side of him is endearing.

"Third, all those late night walks and dancing under the streetlights led us into this. And.." he paused for a second, leaning into you and pressing your forehead together as he held your hands tenderly, "I plan on continuing this adventure with you until we're grey and old."

The claps and cheers from your family and visitors were blocked when he finally kissed you, securing your vows.

You both weren't psychic, but it was so easy to connect with each other like it's been a habit of yours since birth.

Loving Park Jisung is like experiencing summer itself, bright and warm and full of joy and happiness, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[michellethefatpig]

My eating disorder story

Growing up, I was a normal weight child, when I was in first grade (bear in mind that in my country we start school at 7 and have it until we are 15) one classmate told me that I was the second most fat person in the class, then I started to be kinda orthorexic I started to eat cucumbers and healthy in general more, but I was only a small child, so after a while I ate normal again. Everything seemed perfect until I weighted myself at the start of 4th grade, I was 158cm tall and I weighted 40kg, I thought that I was super fat, but I just didn't seem to care about diet, then I started dieteing again when I hit 44kg.I was scared and heartbroken,at summer holidays I restricted and exercised everytime. By that I lost 4kg, I felt perfect. But then we visited my therapist(I hate this bitch, I started going to her when I called my male parent by father and not dad) she said that I got very thin, and told my mother to hide the scale. I started to eat very much, I put on weight again, then I started to starve, I didn't ate breakfast and lunch, and after school I had big binges but I managed to lose 4kg.My binges got bigger and bigger, soon I gained again. My mother discovered about me throwing out the food(I'm sure that my ex bffs told her that) and cutting myself on hipbones. I got in semy recovery I got medicine, then I gained and I was 47kg, but I grew to 162cm.And again everything was good, until I got into a fight with my old bffs year ago. I didn't do nothing at all, I just told that my other friend was right, but they rejected me and my tries to connect. I am autistic, so changes aren't easy for me. I tried to connect again, but they ignored us and my bestfriend who I supported told me that I was stupid and that the other bffs are toxic (we were 4 together) . I started to search, diets and stuff, to lose weight fast. Then I discovered ballerina's diet and by that I discovered also tumblr. As I got deeper into it, I started to count calories and overexercise, But I did it wrong, I thought I ate 500 calories and burnt 1000 but soon I was able to tell that it was kind of opposite. I started to eat 500 calories, then less less and less, I skipped meals whenever I could. I lost a lot of weight, 12kg.I felt very good but still not enough, then I went on camp with my ex bffs, the one got very toxic(even tho she was first blaming and insulting the other ones and I was the one who cheered her up), she was screaming at me, putting my things away to clean, she didn't understood that I needed to chew gum to not bite my lips(this habbit got worse, I can't even notice when I do that). She made fun of it, told me that it smells(it was bubble gum), then she multiple times called me names and I cried to my mother on phone everynight. I reunited with the other bffs but the one decided to bully me with the other one(I helpoed this one with getting a cat, and I spent all summer befor last summer with her). There was the one, she just comforted me 1 time.Once the two even kinda tried to get my phone , yk like they get ur phonr then pull it to their side, it hurt but I tried to be strong and not show my weakness I was very scared of them. And I got kinda sadder and more traumatized. After that, I started tok eat 1500 calories on daily basis, slowly smaller. Then I got to 800 calories. But I didn't knew that I was gaining weight. In winter nurse weighted me, 45 kg, horror, I was scared my binges got worse I was scared. And my friends still made fun of me for everything, my fictional crush(the bff was a kpop stan, had Felix from SKZ EVERYWHERE and I mentioned my 2d crush like 3 times and had a pin with him). She started to draw him in weird way, the others said it was funny, but I td her multiple times to stop insulting me, making fun of me and stuff like that. Then we got in a big fight.1VS3, of course I apologized first, like I always did, even tho it wasn't my fault. I just did. Then I opened my eyes, they were the only friends I had. But they told all of my secrets to my mother. I also won fight with them alone xddddd(but its a diff story)

[basicsofislam]

BASICS OF ISLAM: Fasting :What is the scientific validity of fasting?

The Effect of Fasting upon Human Health

Introduction

Muslims all over the world observe fasting in the ninth month of the lunar calendar. It is forbidden for Muslims to eat and drink from dawn (that is, approximately one and a half hours before sun-rise) until sunset. But from sunset (iftar) until dawn (sahur), they can eat and drink whatever they want.

Fasting becomes obligatory for every healthy male who has reached the age of 15 or who has reached puberty and for every healthy female who has reached the age of 12 or who has reached puberty. As is stated in the following verse of the Qur’an, fasting is not mandatory for those who are ill or traveling:

“…But if any of you is ill, or on a journey, the prescribed number should be made up from days later…” [al-Baqarah 2:184].

Because the lunar calendar is eleven days shorter than the solar calendar year, fasting in the month of Ramadan is observed during different months of the Gregorian year. Therefore, Ramadan begins eleven days earlier each year according to the Gregorian calendar.

The fasting hours in the day change in different regions around the world and during different seasons of the year, and therefore the hardship or ease of the fast constantly changes. Sometimes the fast can last for 12 hours and sometimes for 19 hours. Thus, the number of meals may vary from sunset till dawn during different seasons in different countries.

The effects of fasting upon the human body have long been subjected to scientific research. While some studies argue that fasting has certain negative effects, many others have stated that it does not have any detrimental effects upon the organism, as long as it consists only of a change in the eating hours and the daily intake of calories does not change.

•The Study

In the research conducted at the Dakar Medical School thirteen volunteers, two of whom were pregnant women, were taken as the experimental group. The main objective was to analyze the effect of fasting upon the human organism. Another object of the same experiment was a 27-year-old woman who was not fasting. Through these studies the effects of fasting upon weight, temperature, pulse, blood pressure of the body, the absorption activities of the cells, and the liquid equilibrium of the organism were analyzed. Blood and urine analyses of the participants were also carried out.

•Method

Three of the thirteen participants were women. One of them was 17, another was 27, and the other was 40. The youngest of the male participants was 22 and the oldest was 33. All participants were chosen from middle class and had an intake of 2,500 to 3,000 calories per day. What is more, all of them were healthy people with no known organic or infectious disease.

During the week before Ramadan, the normal values of the participants were recorded in order to compare them later with the values of the observers of fasting during Ramadan. Pre-Ramadan analyses were done before breakfast and during-Ramadan analyses were done after drinking some water, that is, just after breaking the fast with some water (iftar). The analyses were carried out on the first, the tenth, and the last day of Ramadan and once again 30 days after Ramadan.

• Results

1.

Weight Loss or Gain: 

No significant change in the weight of those who were fasting was observed. Except for two volunteers, the decrease in the weight of those fasting was 2.8 kg at most.

The increase in the weight of the pregnant woman was 1.6 kg. Post- Ramadan data show that half of the volunteers regained the weight lost during the month of fasting.

2. Circulatory system: No significant effect of fasting upon pulse or temperature was observed. The hemoglobin rate of the blood was normal. This finding means that the one-month fasting was not a long enough period to cause any degradation in the hemoglobin. In general, no significant change in the blood pressure of the volunteers was evident.

3. Cellular respiration: No significant change in the cellular respiration rate was recorded during Ramadan.

4. The blood sugar balance: The blood sugar rate of the fasters significantly decreased. The decrease rate was 70 mg, which is the lowest rate for the human organism. The rates observed were no higher than 104 mg for any participants.

5. Sugar consumption in the blood: Four of the people fasting, one of whom was a woman, took part in the experiments carried out first before Ramadan and once again on the last day of Ramadan to find out the effect of fasting upon the sugar consumption rate. Analyses demonstrated that there was no significant difference between the glucose rates of fasters and non-fasters. Blood compounds were observed to be stable between the upper and lower normal levels. Moreover, the liver was found to be functioning well.

6. Fluid balance of the body: Most of the people fasting were observed to have a normal fluid balance in their body. Interestingly, some of the people fasting were able to achieve an intake of 2.4 lt. of fluid in twenty-four hours, which is slightly more than what the body requires. Urine discharge (micturation) was normal during the 24-hour period.

General Conclusion: 

The medical experiments summarized above show clearly that fasting has no negative effects upon the body. Although some changes in the blood sugar values were observed, these were not above physiologically normal levels. However, it should be made clear that the abovementioned experiments were carried out on healthy participants. Therefore, the results cannot be extended to those who are sick or handicapped.

•Some Comments

This scientific study conducted at Dakar Medical School has established that fasting is not harmful to the human body. There are many other scientific studies verifying the fact that fasting is even beneficial to the body. Some of its benefits are as follows:

a) The digestive system of the person fasting is able to take a complete rest. The digestive system is an organic mechanism that begins to function with the intake of the first substance that a newborn takes and it continues until the time of death. Therefore, abstaining from food for a few hours is a widely used natural method of providing relief for this system. This method is used before serious operations, as it is recommended for the patient to have an empty stomach before undergoing anesthesia.

b) It is a well-known scientific fact that eating little is more beneficial than eating a lot. That is, so long as the organism attains enough nutrients it is better to eat only at definite hours of the day and to avoid filling the stomach with non-nutritious junk food throughout the day. Actually, fasting brings about this important benefit to the body. The person fasting is advised to eat little, even when breaking the fast.

This is a sunnah, or general practice, of the Prophet, and Allah the Almighty says in the Qur’an:

“Whatever the Messenger gives you accept it willingly and whatever he brings you fulfill it, and whatever he forbids you, refrain from it” [al- Hashr 59:7].

c) It is a well-known fact that over-eating is harmful to the body. Over-eating is among the causes of some common ailments such as heart disease, high blood pressure, and diabetes. Therefore, it is an important curative method to relieve the stomach of one with unhealthy eating habits for one-twelfth of his life. Scientific studies have verified that the ailments mentioned above tend to be less common in regions where fasting is observed as an obligatory practice than in other regions in the world.

[honeesblog]

The difficulty of proper academic comportment, dress, and relationships

As a female academic I am held to a very different standard to male academics in regards to physical appearance and this has only become more true as I've gone from undergrad to graduate student. At this point, I have to essentially dress for a job interview all the time, which luckily is quite natural for me as I've always preferred business casual clothes but moreover makeup and a splash of perfume and jewelry have also become staples. This is further complicated by the fact I don't have a full length mirror in my room, so dressing has become more difficult. Furthermore, as my goal is to become a professor, I need to think of my appearance and comportment in a very pragmatic way so as to further my chances. 

    I recently read an Economist article titled ' The Economics of Thinness' and it very poignantly made the case that being thinner, especially for women, raises employment outcomes and pay. I have always been on the larger side, never obese or even seeming as big as I really am. I swam competitively and I still lift weights and play several sports and at 5ft 8, my weight is quite well distributed. Most people would guess I weight 160-170lbs just on the edge of a healthy BMI but I in fact am 200lbs, well within the overweight BMI category. Since starting my PhD I've lost some weight and gained quite a bit of muscle from thrice weekly lifting sessions to deal with the stress alongside skipping breakfasts and sometimes lunches due to being busy but either way I'm larger than is economically ideal. Since I've lost weight I've noticed a social shift as well. Another great article is by Alana Massey titled 'You're Right, I Didn't Eat That' where she discusses the social benefits of thinness and her own need to maintain her thinness. She examines her own behaviour as half pragmatism and half pathology, making clear that it is not effortless, as I think so many of us assume when we see other women with prominent clavicles and flat stomachs. I feel I'm also in the same semi-pathological state occasionally, I need to go to the gym or get 10 000 steps but I don't need breakfast other than a coffee and splash of milk. Again, I'm not that thin yet but I'm working my way towards it, not because I hate my body or have self esteem issues (although I'd be lying if I said that those don't also factor in) but because I love what I do and I want to do it for a living. If I need to never eat breakfast again for my field I'd do it in a heartbeat. It doesn't help that I'm quite a competitive person and have been trying to get back into swimming again as I have free access to my university pool... Another issue is clothes, makeup, and jewelry. I've been updating all of these things as I want to seem sophisticated and intelligent as well as attractive. This Christmas I'm treating myself to some very nice jewelry and lipsticks, which are extremely expensive, and I keep a collection of perfume samples. Eventually I should buy a full size perfume of my choosing as I actually wear perfume most days now but it is all so very expensive!!! Same thing with clothes, I either need to take clothes in or buy new clothes as I've lost weight but its quite expensive for a student!

Dating is another aspect of my life which is important but frustrating. I would like to be married and have a child before my mid 30s. I have a long time sure but due to my commitment to my career and studies I've never been in a committed relationship. Even now that I'm actively looking to date, I get overwhelmed by my nerves and emotions and basically decide that dating is not worth the hassle due to fear. Academia also complicates the idea of having a partner as I will go all over the world for my job and whoever I'm with should support that and be willing to help and while a lot of women will do that for their men, the same can't be said for most men. 

Anyways, in all of these things I think I'm headed down the right roads I just need to keep to the course and commit myself to them. I'm planning on starting swimming 4-5 times a week once I get off break so hopefully that will work out. 

Thanks for reading x. 

Hon.E

[otomefoxystar]

Finiding the Light - Chapter 11

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Mitsuhide X OC ( Evelyn)

TW: Self doubt

It had been almost three weeks since she started sewing, but she had finally finished. They were sitting in the gardens having lunch, and Mitsuhide watched as Evelyn ate the fruit in front of her. He was glad she was trying so hard. "Do you Want to put those clothes you made to use and train?” She raised an eyebrow, “What kind of training are we talking about here?” He drank a sip of water and put the cup back on the table as he swallowed. “Just the basics for now, self-defense, so if you are ever in a position like that again, you can get out of it. Then we’ll progress to weapons. I’ve even had Ieyasu agree to teach you how to use a bow.” She laughed, “I can’t imagine Ieyasu teaching me that he gets frustrated with the medicinal stuff.”  Mitsuhide’s lip drew up in a smirk. “He cares about you and your safety, too. I’m sure you can handle him.” She put her chopsticks down and popped a strawberry in her mouth. The flavor filled her mouth “It’s too bad you can’t taste these strawberries are delicious.” Mitsuhide smiled. “I’m just happy that you’re enjoying them.” 

After they finished, Mitsuhide had her change; she came out wearing pants and a lightweight Kimono. There was no Obi, so she didn’t need to worry about feeling constricted. Mitsuhide had his arms crossed and nodded his head in acceptance. “We’re going outside.” They walked side by side to go outside. Once they were on the expanse of the outdoors, he faced her. “You’re going to have to be able to free yourself if an attacker holds you from behind, and from the front, you need to know the weak spots and remember if you’re attacker is male there, it’s always good to hit them in the more sensitive areas.”  For the next couple hours, he showed her how to escape if she were captured, where to hit them to take them down so she would have time to flee. 

Training had become a new part of their daily routine, and he trained her hard, ensuring she got the moves down correctly. When she finally was proficient enough in self-defense, he moved on to weapons, starting with a sword and occasionally training with the gun. However, the sword required more training, so he primarily focused on that. Training made her hungry, so she ate more; she didn’t ignore her hunger anymore. She was embracing it.

After her bath she joined Mitsuhide for dinner. He looked at her and smiled. “What?” She asked with a curious tone in her voice. “You seem better, you’re eating, and you’ve not only gained weight but muscle. You don’t seem so miserable. She took a bite, then swallowed. “The training is a good distraction from the pain, better than not eating.” He nodded. “It’s a healthy distraction.” She gave him a rare but small smile. “Was that a smile I just saw?” She shook her head. “You’re imagining things, Mitsuhide.” He shook his head and laughed. “No, it was definitely a smile. I’m glad you’re feeling better, Evelyn.” They ate with light conversation.

Ieyasu had come before she woke up. “Does she always sleep late?” Ieyasu asked Mitsuhide, “On most days, yes, but she’s been getting up earlier than she used to. Before, she wouldn’t get up before lunch. It’s better now.” Ieyasu raised a brow. “She’s getting better, Ieyasu. It might not seem like it, but she is.” He frowned. “I believe you. I just worry about her, but I’m glad you’re training her. It was a good idea.” Fully dressed, she walked out to the dining area. “Lady Evelyn, I have your breakfast. You can sit down; I’ll bring it out.” Mitsuhide got up and motioned for Ieyasu to exit his study. “Let’s go see her shall we?” When Evelyn saw them, her food was being brought out. “Good morning, sleepy head,” Ieyasu said, then he looked her over. “You look well. Much healthier than the last time I saw you.” Mitsuhide sat down across from her on the pillow that was seated there. “She’s been working hard.”  Ieyasu sat next to her. “I can tell.” A compliment from Ieyasu was rare so she would take it, but she wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. 

“Thank you Ieyasu.” After she finished her meal Ieyasu showed her how to use a bow and even brought one for her to use along with arrows. It gave Mitsuhide some much needed time to read some letters he’s been putting off. After hours of training with the bow, Ieyasu got the arrows from where they had fallen. She handed the bow back over to him. “No, that’s for you. I want you to keep it.” She looked at him surprised “You do?” He nodded and smiled. “Just take it and practice; you’ll get better in no time. Now that you know the basics, it’ll only get easier. Let’s go inside.” She followed him inside and put the bow and the arrows next to her sewing supplies in the corner of the room that had somehow become the corner where she put her things.

When they found Mitsuhide in his study, he had a grim look on his face. “Mitsuhide?” She questioned if he was alright; he looked her over and stood up. “Nobunaga wants us to return to see him.” She turned white and could hear the blood pumping in her ears. Ieyasu squeezed her hand, “It’s just a meeting, but Evelyn, you’re better. Maybe it’s time to come home.” Mitsuhide walked towards her and put his hand on her shoulder. “Let’s just see what Nobunaga says, then we’ll figure out the rest. You can stay as long as you want I already told you this.” He said as he narrowed his eyes at Ieyasu. “She’s got to learn to stand on her own without you, or is it you holding onto her.” Ieyasu snapped. “Forget it.” He hugged Evelyn with one arm. When he released her, he looked at her pale face. “I’ll see you soon.” and he turned to leave. Evelyn followed him and watched him pack up his bow and mount his horse. “Get some rest, you did well today.” He trotted off towards Azuchi 

Mitsuhide slowly walked up to her side. “It’s going to be alright.” She looked over to him. “Will it? I’m scared of you leaving me. What if you have to? What will I do then?” He turned to face her and grabbed her hands. “You’re stronger than you think.” 

“I’m scared, Mitsuhide.” He lifted her chin with his finger, and she looked at him. “Promise me one thing.” She looked at him, curious about what he was going to say. “What?” He looked at her with that look he got when he was serious about something. “Don’t reverse all the work you’ve done. Don’t hurt yourself.” She furrowed her brow. “I won’t.” He smiled and stroked her cheek. “Good, we would all be devastated. Me especially I’ve grown quite fond of you. You’ve become an important person in my life.” She threw herself against him, hugging him tight. He hugged her back just as tight. “You’re important to me too, Mitsuhide.” 

After dinner, Evelyn settled into the bath, letting the water ease her sore muscles. Training was hard on the muscles. Forget about running and workout videos. All you need to do is wield a sword or bow, and you’re golden. She washed her long hair and exited the bath, getting dressed in her night clothes. Mitsuhide was at his desk and watched as she got tucked into the futon. He had several candles lit and decided to turn in himself; after he changed, he looked down at her, seeing that she was well on her way to falling asleep. He blew out the candles and settled in the futon next to her.

When Evelyn woke up, Mitsuhide was still in bed. She had a particularly hard night, and although she tried to deal with the wakefulness and cry quietly on her own, Mitsuhide woke up anyway and was there for her just like always. He was probably tired from consoling her. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, trying to wake up, and he blinked his eyes open. “Mitsuhide, did I wake you?” He chuckled. “No, I was already waking up.” In her wakefulness, she noticed their legs tangled together and blushed. She brought her legs away. “Why are you getting flustered? I always wake up to us like that; I’m sure it happens when we’re both asleep. It’s not like you haven’t been wrapped up in my body before.” She hit the side of his shoulder. “Stop it! Why must you tease me?” Mitsuhide chuckled lowly. “Because you’re fun to tease, little mouse. You get so worked up.”  She rolled her eyes, “Ugh, you’re insufferable.” 

Mitsuhuide got out of bed and looked down at her. “We’ve got to see Nobunaga; a little haste would be appreciated. “  She stood up and looked in the mirror, studying herself while Mitsuhide dressed. She looked worn out, with dark circles under her eyes. Her face was thinner than it used to be, and she didn’t like how it looked; her collarbones were defined and protruding. Why hadn’t she noticed how sickly she looked before? Tears formed, but she picked up the hairbrush and brushed through the knots. As Mitsuhide excited the dressing screen, he looked at her and saw the tears, noticing her turmoil. “Why the tears, little mouse?” She set the brush down once she was satisfied. “I don’t look like myself.”

She hadn’t realized how bad it had gotten; how could Mitsuhide and Ieyasu, even Sasuke, not be worried?! She ignored it, and she chose not to see it. “  You look better than you did a month ago.” She looked at him with a flabbergasted expression as if what he said was so unbelievable. However, he considered that to her, it must be because the look she was giving him was telling him how disgusted she was with herself as if she had committed the worst crime imaginable. “How could I look worse than this?” He grabbed her shoulder, making her turn to look at him. He wiped her tears away. “Evelyn,  it shows how far you’ve come. Perhaps you had to heal a bit before you saw the truth.” He paused. “Now that you are seeing more clearly, what will you do about it?” 

Determination flashed behind her eyes, and her face hardened as she stood up straighter. “I’m going to get over this, I am going to keep getting better and healthier.” More tears rolled down her cheeks. “I want to be okay, Mitsuhide. I want to be me again.” He wiped her tears away yet again. “You are forever changed, my dear, but-“She shook her head and cried harder. He lifted her chin so that she was looking into his golden eyes. “But this is a new you, a stronger you. Just because you won’t be the same again does not mean you are weak and broken. You most certainly are not; you are a strong woman. I hope you know that.” She let a small smile grace her face. “Thank you for believing in me.” He looked at her tenderly. “I’ve always believed in you.” She wiped the rest of her tears away, and he looked at her. “Let’s go see what Nobunaga needs us for.” He said as he held out his hand for her to take and so they left his manor and made their way to the meeting hall where everyone waited.

[levi-supreme]

Hi, I'm the FTM anon and I wanted to clarify that FTM is female-to-male, which I realize would count as lgbtq material now that I think about it. So I want to tweak my ask: How would Levi be with a neutral or male s/o who makes a resolution to get shape and wants Levi to be their workout partner?

Anon!!! Hii!!! I am SO SORRY I took so long to reply this ask q_q maybe you aren't even active on tumblr anymore or something but ANYWAY!!! Thank you for sending me this ask too, I had so much fun answering it!!

Honestly I love to gym and work out LOL so this was was right up my alley XD and I hope you're ready for some verbal diarrhoea and lots of gym/work out stuff haha.

Warnings: SFW. Mentions of body image, weight, and food/diet. Reader has a sedentary lifestyle. Answering this below the cut since it might not be for everyone!!

Levi knows that working out and exercising isn't something you're familiar with, so he starts your training regime slow. To slowly get you started, Levi first asks you to go out for walks with him. It was hard at first, but it felt good to be walking under the morning sun, taking in fresh air and looking at all the scenery around you. It was initially a torture to wake up early in the morning, but Levi's company made the sleep sacrifice worthwhile. Furthermore, Levi and you end off the walk with a hearty breakfast as well to get the day started.

Levi also asks you to join him during his runs. Levi tells you to start with a slow jog first because he doesn't want to force you to run when he knows you probably can't. He will slow down his pace and jog next to you, encouraging you to keep jogging for as long as you can until you're exhausted. He would keep his runs short, and he will only gradually increase the duration once he sees that you're able to keep up.

When it comes to working out in the gym and building muscle, Levi is also extremely patient with you too. He teaches you everything he knows from the basics; such as the proper squat form, how to hold the barbell correctly, or how to use the lats pulldown machine. Levi makes sure to explain everything to you in detail so that you reduce the chances of injury, and you're working on the correct muscle group too.

Levi bought you a fitness tracker so that you can keep track of your physical activity. It also allows you to keep track of your workouts, and you can also track your progress and improvement as well. Levi also makes sure to spot you while you're using the gym equipment so that you have the correct form, and he also wants to make sure that he can correct any small mistakes he sees.

Through the weeks and months, you can see your vast improvement: you can run longer durations without feeling fatigue too soon, and you can also lift heavier weights as well. You can also see changes in your body: your arms look more defined, and your legs look more toned. Your love handles are gone, and your clothes fit better as well. Best of all was how greater you felt. Your mood feels better, your mind feels clearer, and you also felt livelier. Sweating it out and exercising soon became a part of yours and Levi's lifestyle.

Levi was also pleased to see your improvement, both physically and mentally. He was worried for your health because you didn't move around much, but he was glad you decided to change this unhealthy sedentary lifestyle. Levi also reminds you to not push yourself too hard, and you do not overwork yourself.

Levi also teaches you the importance of having a balanced diet, instead of calorie counting or starving yourself to lose weight. He makes sure you take enough nutrients such as your carbs, protein, and fibre, but he also allows you to have your 'cheat days' too. Levi emphasises to you many times that as long as you keep to a balanced diet, you do not need to fear gaining weight at all.

You were thankful that Levi was such a supportive partner and a great workout buddy, and his motivation and encouragement always pushes you to do your best. Now, you are the one who drags Levi out for morning or evening runs instead of the other way round.