#he's not actually anorexic in this fic

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Bachelors (Sdv) x gn!Anorexic Reader

Tw for anorexia, mentions of purging, poor self image, and weight loss. If you struggle with an eating disorder please reach out for help. Things will be okay, and you can get through it.

Another note, this fic (even tho almost all of mine are) is gender neutral. There is this stereotype that only girls can have eating disorders, but this is not true. Anyone can get an eating disorder and everyone deserves comfort.

This is proofread / sensitivity read (Is that the word?)and requested by @vvnbxz (tysm!!!)

Sam

• If you told Sam you had anorexia he wouldn't know what the hell to do.

• Honestly if you opened up to him about anything to do with mental health he wouldn't know what to do.

• And it isn't that he doesn't try, it's just that he doesn't know. (He is just a clueless guy and that's okay/hj)

• But yeah, when you tell him he is just so worried. He noticed as a general statement you didn't eat a lot, but he thought you just had a low appetite.

• So he never thought too much of it, unless it was the days you didn't eat anything.

• On one of those days, he finally asked about it. When you told him you had anorexia, he just looked. So sad.

• "Babe I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't notice. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. But I will be now. What do you need?"

• If you need comfort, he is there the whole time. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear. "You are beautiful babe. How on earth did ever land someone like you?" (He is still a skater boy haha)

• If you need structure and legitimate help, he will be asking and researching. He asks Harvey how to help someone with Anorexia, and Google became his best friend. Though Google was a tad unreliable, you appreciated the effort.

• Overall, he just wants to be there for you, and will do his damned best to make sure you feel better.

Sebastian

• This is going to sound off topic but it's relevant I promise!!

• Sebastian is online a lot, okay? He almost definitely uses discord. At one point he was in a mental health server because he was really struggling and was just trying to find resources to help himself right?

• Well there was a channel in there about eating disorders, and while he didn't personally have one, he kinda just lurked in the server and read about everything.

• So Sebastian has a really large amount of knowledge in almost any mental health topic! And knows where to look for more info, and has heard personal storied. (Yay context is over with now onto the actual thing-)

• When you tell Sebastian you have anorexia, he is probably the calmest put of all of the Bachelors.

• He saw the signs, but recognized that it was still your business, and you were not in a desperate situation where he would have to step in. So he waited for you to tell him, while keeping an eye to make sure things didn't get any worse.

• Back to when you tell him though, he holds your hand and just pulls you into a hug. He offers to make food more often so you don't have to think about it.

• He tries to make sure it's lighter stuff, and doesn't overwhelm you with anything.

• He watches out for signs of it getting worse, and checks in with you often about how you are doing, and if there is anything more he can do to help.

• He understands that anorexia affects your entire life, but he knows that it is your life. He respects your boundaries, basically. He wants you to he in full control of your recovery, with him just helping you along the way.

• He encourages you to go to therapy. He sets you up with an tele-health therapist, and he gives you a bunch of online resources for when he isn't around.

• Overall, Sebastian is really sweet about it, and just tries to be helpful.

Alex

• He would unknowingly make things worse at first.

• When you get together for sure, but especially when you move in together. He definitely counts calories to make sure he is getting enough for whatever sport thing he is doing, and when he tried to encourage you to join it brings back some old habits.

• After a month or so of living together, Alex notices you've been loosing way too much weight. So he asks about it.

• He thought you were doing an extremely unhealthy diet, so when he did ask you about it he was not expecting this to be a long time issue.

• When you tell him that you have anorexia, he immediately apologizes for asking bluntly.

• "No, no. Alex it's fine. I should have told you."

• He takes a pause because he knows he has to be careful now. "..why didn't you?" It was so quiet.

• "I just couldn't Alex!" That came out louder than you meant it.

• "You are so perfect and really damn.. I dont even know you just.. I'm jealous of you. You have everything under control all the time. And I see how much effort you put into keeping it up that I didn't feel like I could stand next to you! I feel gross, food makes me feel gross. And I didn't want to burden you with this. Nothing in my life is going right right now. And this is the one thing I can make go right. But apparently I can't because I'm screwing this up too!"

• You pulled your hands to your face and broke down sobbing.

• Alex pulled you onto a hug. "Shhh, shhh" he strokes your hair. "Your going to be okay? I'm sorry. I didn't realize that I was making you feel like that."

• You shot up. "No don't apologize! You aren't doing anything wrong, I'm the one who needs to get things together!"

• "But I should have been more considerate! I should have seen!"

• Both of you took a second to calm down.

• After a moment, Alex spoke again, "what can I do to help you?"

• And you didn't know. You didn't know anything.

• "Alex I don't know. I didn't even think this was going to come back again I don't even know how I dealt with it the first time."

• He let out a breath. "Okay. I'm not changing what I'm doing, because I know that will just make you feel guilty. But I won't talk about it okay? I'll move the scale outside somewhere else. And I'm going to check in with you every once in a while. Okay?"

• You nodded.

• "I don't know what I can do to help, but I will not be giving you more to overtime about. You are perfect just the way you are. You don't need to change, your body is perfect. Okay?"

• You nodded again. This time it was you pulling him into a hug.

• "Okay. Okay yeah we can do this. Thank you." The last words came so softly that you just hoped Alex heard.

• "Of course, anything for you."

Harvey

• Harvey had seen the signs well before you confirmed his suspicions.

• He noticed you leaving very shortly after dinner dates, how you avoided mirrors when getting ready.

• He had known you for a long time now and he could see that you had lost weight, and not at a normal rate.

• After you moved in together, things became blaringly obvious.

• One morning he woke up to the sound of you throwing up.

• That's when everything became real.

• He walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "My love? Can I come in?"

• "NO!" You coughed, "no, no I'm fine it's okay."

• "Dear we have to talk about this."

• "No we don't, I'm fine. I just wasn't feeling good."

• You went back and forth on this for a while, but eventually he just came in.

• "My love, we just moved in together. I am very serious about this relationship. This means we have to tell each other when things aren't okay. Okay?"

• You thought for a moment. "Harvey, you're a doctor. You are just going to go on a medical spiel if I talk to you. I already know what's wrong. I'm handling it."

• He sighed, "I don't mean to be blunt, but clearly you aren't. All you have is protein shakes in your fridge, you can't live off of those. And I'm assuming you do this every morning? You can't be drinking those and then throwing them up. It defeats the purpose of drinking in the first place."

• "But I have to! I have to do this Harvey. This is the one thing in my life I have control over I have to do this."

• "No, you don't! Dear, I can help you, you just have to let me! You have full control over your life. Let me be here for you"

• You sat there. Just thinking. Harvey had no idea how what he said would land. Would you get upset? Would you lash out? Cry?

• "Okay." You whispered

• He stared at you.

• "I said okay!" You were nearly shouting. "Help me! I know this isn't okay but I need help!"

• Oh thank yoba you listened. "Thank you. Now, please just listen to me. Please." He waited for a nod of recognition before continuing,

• "I'm making all the food from here on out. And I dont care what you say because you are not burdening anyone. You aren't going to look at any labels, I'll scratch them out if you need me too.

• "I'll make a meal chart for each week, and you don't have to eat all of it, but you need to eat something. Eating something is better than nothing, I don't care what it is."

• This was already making you nervous. It was all too much, but if nothing else you had to try for him.

• "Okay.. okay. Okay yeah... thank you."

• He gave you a big hug.

• "I'm here for you with this. You don't have to do this alone."

Shane

• Shane is not perfect by any means, we all know this.

• But one thing I will stand on is that, if y'all are dating, he will stand with you through any mental health crisis no problems.

• He probably wouldn't notice much of the mental signs, but would notice you loosing weight.

• He tried to ask you about it a few times, but you always brushed it off.

• He let it be until you literally fainted from lack of food intake.

• He rushed you to Harvey's and honestly just hoped you would finally open up to him about what was going on.

• Harvey had already known you had an eating disorder because it was in your file, so when you woke up, he strongly encouraged you to talk to Shane about it.

• Shane was chill enough to at least wait until you had gotten home to talk about it.

• ...

• "So what the hell was that?" He asked.

• "Shane, I'm sorr-"

• "No, don't be sorry that's not what I'm asking for. I'm asking what that was." He stared you down.

• "Shane.." You sighed. You had meant to tell him but everything you tried, something got in the way.

• "Shane, I have anorexia. I'm not going to make it into a big thing. I mean, I guess I already did because I literally fainted. But I want you to know that I am working on it."

• "And you didn't tell me, because.? Babe, we all have our issues we are going through. I want to be there for you but I can't be if you don't tell me."

• "It was hard, That's why. I know you don't care, but I care so much as to what others think of me. About what I think of me. I dont like the way I feel. The way I look. I just always compare myself to others and I don't like it. I'm not asking for help and I certainly don't want it but I think I might need it at this point."

• He sighed, and had both of you sit down. "Okay.. okay, thank you for telling me. Now that the hard part is over, here is the harder part. We are getting you into therapy. It might be uncomfortable. But it will help. I know it helps me. And I know I can't do anything personally, but talk to me if anything is going on. I'm here to listen, okay?"

• He doesn't tend to be one for random physicaly affection, but he pulls you into a tight hug.

• He really meant every word, so from then on you became more dependent on him like he was on you.

Elliott

• Elliott. Oh Elliott.

• He knew something was up right when you started going out.

• You never ate much, never drank much. It looked like you felt food and taking care of yourself was a burden.

• So once you got married and moved in together, he knew he had to confront you about it.

• "My love?" He knocked on the door to your room. You were in your pajamas getting ready for bed.

• "Yes?" You smiled softly at him.

• "We need to talk." Your face dropped. Elliott tended to have a way with words but he became far less eloquent under stress. "Not in a we need to talk, my dear. Apologies." He cleared his throat,

• "I've noticed your. Ehm. Unusual? Eating habits?" And your face dropped more.

• "Oh Ellio-"

• "Hold on." He reached for your hand, cupping it between his. "I'm not upset with you. There is no reason to be. But I think I know what is going on, and I just want you to know. I am here for you. Alright, love? You can talk to me, and I can help. Food can become a stressor for the best of us. So you don't have to talk to me now, but just know I'm here for when you need."

• You met his hands with the one left on the bed. "I'm not sure if what your thinking is entirely accurate? But I suppose I should clarify." You took a deep breath, "I have anorexia. I've been managing it, at least what I thought was, pretty well. I didn't think you would notice, but I guess it was something I should tell you. I just.. I just didn't have control over much in my life when I worked for Joja. So food was a thing I could control! I thought it helped. But it didn't."

• You continued, "When I moved here, things genuinely became better! I have full control over my life. How I run the farm. My time, my pace. But I became so dependent on my food patterns for regulation that it was just a habbit I couldn't give up. So now here we are!" You let out a dry laugh.

• Elliott wasn't going to make a big deal out of it, despite his general dramatics.

• He knew that it was hard for you, but from what you said, you were working so hard on your own to help yourself.

• He reassured you that he would be there if you needed it, and tried to make sure you were eating a good amount of food everyday. But life continued on as normal for you two, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

An* so this was a deep one, I personally do not have anorexia but a lot of this still resonated with me for other reasons. Please reach out to either a doctor, family member, or friend if you think you have an eating disorder. They are serious business.

Also. I tried to make it accurate to anorexia but my knowledge isn't all encompassing, so it might have slipped into general eating disorder territory. So if it doesn't line up perfectly, I'm sorry about that- I also tried to not make it stereotypical but there may be a varying amount of success with that. Please lmk!!

Less serious an* I really wrote so much for Harvey I was not expecting to be able to write this much- Harvey's might as well have been it's own little fic from how long it was.

Masterlist

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Hello! How are you doing today? May I please request a fic of H&L where the reader gets scouted by a modeling agency and gets pressured to lose weight, so they become anorexic, they're dating Tsukasa and they faint from hunger on a date with him, then he sees how modeling is taking a toll on their mental health, him begging them to quit? I know it's a serious topic, and I didn't see it on your won't write section, but if it makes you uncomfortable you don't have to write anything. I'll respect your boundaries as a writer and think of something within your will right section. Have a lovely day!

A Beautiful Disaster | Tsukasa

♥ Pairing | Tsukasa x Model Reader ♥ AU? No | ♥ Word Count | 631

♥ Warnings | Eating Disorder, talks about ED, angst and fluff.

♥ A/N | This is a serious topic, and just like how I said I do write addictions, I will write this. If it isn't in my "won't write" then you can request it. Thank you for requesting (I have stalked your page a little because I love finding other H&L writers) and I hope you enjoy this!

M.LIST H&L LIST

It had been 6 months since you'd gotten the modeling gig. 6 long grueling months of work and trying to lose weight. Your way of losing the weight wasn't healthy and you knew it but the progress was working. That was until today.

Tsukasa had invited you to join him, for a date, at your favorite place to eat and relax. Even though he wouldn't say it out loud, he had expressed that he loved your enthusiasm about modeling, he just wanted you to stay safe because he cared. Only you'd done the opposite. You had put your health in risk. Although others were blind to how it was effecting you, one person had noticed it. Tsukasa.

While you had been out with him, he noticed how pale you are.

"Hon?" Tsukasa spoke softly as he looked at you. You were shaking, your lips were cracked and you had bags under your eyes.

You had honestly not even heard him, the sound of your heart beating filled your ears which you didn't even snap out of when he grabbed your hand and turned you towards him. Then everything went black. Your head hurt and you couldn't open your eyes. You heard people gasping and Tsukasa yelling for them to back the hell up. When you could open them, you saw the sun and his eyes. Not the usual look in his eyes that he had given everyone, including you, but a look of concern and anger.

A few minutes later, or at least what seemed as minutes to you was really hours, and you had awoken once again in a hospital. There was 3 others in the room apart from Tsukasa. Each with concern, but him with a look that practically yelled anger.

Fujio was the first to speak, everybody turning to look at him as he did so. "Y/N, do you know what happened?"

"Hm?" You could only make noises, too tired to actually attempt a sentence.

"You passed out." Fujio mumbled.

"From hunger." Jamuo spoke up after him.

Todoroki, who only joined them purely because he was out when you had passed out, decided to say something. "I think it's best if we give Tsukasa and her some time alone to talk. He seems like he has something to say."

With that, the 3 of them walked out. Once they were out of the room, you turned to look at him. But he didn't even look at you. He was holding your phone.

"Tsu..." You shakingly tried.

"We need you to lose weight before the next photoshoot." He kept scrolling.

"Good news, we got a new photoshoot, lose more weight." "We noticed you gained some weight, could you try a new diet to lose that weight?" "N/N (Nick name) congrats on losing all that weight! We've got a photoshoot today."

Finally, his eyes look up from the phone at you. "There was no diet. You were starving yourself."

"I'm sorry Tsu, I really am. I-" You stuttered trying to form any type of words before he got up. Thinking he was going to leave, you tried to move your legs before he grabbed the chair and scooted it towards you.

"Please." He placed his head next to your hand. "You are one of the best things I've had in my life and I don't want to lose you but you need to eat. That or quit the modeling gig."

Your hand was shaking as he took it in his, rubbing his thumb across it. "I know that it will take us a lot of work to get you through it and I'm willing to try. Just please."

You didn't know how to respond, instead you just dragged your other hand across the bed and rubbed his head with it.

"I'll try."

I did it- lowkey this was going to be longer but I'm tired and I do hope you enjoyed this. I'm trying to do so much right now LOL. I hope everyone enjoyed this story and please do remember that if you are going through this, you aren't alone. It's a cliche thing to say but it is true. Anorexia isn't a fun thing to go through and you may think it helps, but in the long run it ruins so much more. Thank you for requesting this.

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My Least And Most Favorite Irondad Spiderson Tropes

Favorite Irondad Spiderson Fanfiction Tropes

Anorexic Peter/Peter with an eating disorder- I read this really cool one, I don’t remember the name or the author, but inside of it, Peter was purging himself and he wouldn’t eat anything with bread for some reason.  Tony finds out because Peter passes out while going on a run.

Abusive partner/Guardian- My absolute two favorites of these fics are “Please Understand” by Jipseebree and “Hindsight,” by elphreak they are masterpieces.  I originally read those like five years ago, and I recently read them again.  I really recommend them if they also like that trope.

Caring for the other person after a bad fight- I don’t really have any recommendations for this one, but I do really like this trope.  It’s always so heartwarming.

Sickfic- I love this one.  Especially when Tony gets called to Peter’s school to pick him up.

Cuddles- Literally what I live for.  It’s so cute, especially if they’re watching movies together.

Intoxicated Peter/Tony- I read one of these where Peter gets intoxicated on a roof and tries to jump off it, but Tony stops him.

Peter being scared and confused in hospital- I don’t know any good ones for this one either, but I’ve read so many of these and they’re so good.  I remember reading one a while back where Peter ends up ripping the IV’s out of himself while trying to run away.

Concussions- There aren’t many of these and I wish there were more.  I love this one, especially when Peter confuses Tony with his Uncle Ben and he has a breakdown.

One of Tony’s suits gets hacked- I read one, I think it was called “Taxi” where Tony’s suit gets hacked and Tony has to watch the suit beat up Peter.

Peter staying at the lakehouse with the Stark family to deal with something traumatic (ex. After Far From Home, After May dies, Bad time settling in college ect.)- I also love these.  I read one where Peter comes to stay with Tony after Far From Home and Tony has to remind Peter every few minutes that he’s not in an illusion or else Peter has a breakdown.

Torture fics- I’m reading this one called “Someday (I’ll make it out of here)” by the-color-pomegranet.  It is literally the best torture fic I’ve read.  It’s like forty something chapters, but I promise it’s worth it.

The Avengers make fun of Peter and Tony gets angry at them- I read one of these where they make fun of Peter for not knowing how to shave and so Peter tries to shave on his own.  He ends up cutting himself and so Tony steps in and shows him how to shave.

Least Favorite Troupes

Baby Peter- I would like them if they all weren’t written similar with Peter doing something that normal Peter does all the time, but Tony is scared about bc he’s a baby, like Peter crawling on the ceiling and Tony trying to get him down in fear of him getting hurt

Field Trip/Peter’s friends meeting Tony- I used to like this trope, but I feel like it’s been a bit overdone.  I also honestly think if Peter actually visited the Tower/Compound with his class or friends, Tony and the other Avengers would just treat Peter like another kid visiting the tower/compound in fear of giving away his identity.

Movie Night with Avengers- I also feel like this trope has also been overdone and they all are similar.  It’s just the Avengers cooing over Peter or telling Tony he’s such a dad and in these fics in particular, Tony always ends up having custom made pajamas for him and Peter that are Spider-Man or Iron Man onesies.

Harley and Peter being siblings- I honestly don’t know why I don’t like this one.  I have a similar opinion on the fics with Nebula or Wanda being his older sisters.  I think it’s just bc I feel like those characters wouldn’t get along with Peter’s bubbly additude.  Harley is usually written as a grudge emo boy, Nebula is really cold, and Wanda is always in a sad depressed mood in the most recent movies.  Like I could see Peter and Morgan getting along bc they have similar bubbly personalities.

Fics that take place during olden times- I don’t really like these ones, like the medieval, old wild west, and just writing them in the past.  I feel like it takes away from their characters.  Especially with Tony since his whole personality is based around him being a genius with futuristic technology.

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MASTERLIST

What’s up guys here is a Masterlist of all my fanfiction stuffs if you want to read Soukuko garbage. I did every single day of whumptober for fanfiction so there are quite a few fics. 

My Ongoing Fics

Five Minutes

This is my bastard child. 

Summary:  Kouyou died three years ago leaving Chuuya as a single parent of Kyoka, Ryunosuke, and Gin. He is trying very hard to fill her shoes but it's a struggle and it is really taking a toll on him. He stops one day to talk to a homeless man on his way to work who he has a weird relationship with. Little did he know, this chat would lead to much more.

Note: It is now complete with 31 chapters to it. 

Tumblr Asks (I am always open for more!)

Don't Want To See You Hurt

Ask:  Do u think u could make chuuya Autistic and make him have a meltdown..? U can make it any storyline u want it doesn’t matter

Summary:  Chuuya and Dazai have a mission. Chuuya is autistic and has a meltdown.

Safe

Ask:  can u make a touch-starved or clingy chuuya soukoku but chuuya refuses to belive that hes clingy

Summary: Dazai doing a study on Chuuya's relationship with physical affection

Note: this is one of my longer one shots, oops

Akutagawa Centric

Akutagawa’s New Mentor

First ever fic I posted because I like the thought of Chuuya trying to take over after Dazai left

Summary:  Akutagawa is a mess and Chuuya tries to fill in the roll as his mentor. Akutagawa is stubborn but so is Chuuya.

Traitor

Just thoughts about if Akutagawa became part of the Detective Agency

Summary: Akutagawa joined the Detective Agency for a little bit(through the power of AU's) but then one day disappears after a mission. The ADA receives an email confirming that Akutagawa deserted them and was giving secret information to the enemy. But nothing is as it seems.

Ice Skating

I like it when we get cute Shin Soukuko fluff!!

Summary:  This is literally just a drabble of Atsushi and Akutagawa ice skating. I love torture as much as I love fluff so ta da

Battle Aftermath

Hurt and comfort my beloved

Summary:  Akutagawa and Atsushi are in a big battle of some variety. The have to stop at an Agency safe and stay there until they can get picked up but both are severely injured. Akutagawa doesn't bother to tell Atsushi about the bullet wounds because he assumes he can handle it.

Chuuya and His Two Idiots

I know what the name implies but it is Akutagawa centric. I wasn’t sure if I should put this under Akutagawa or Soukuko but I picked Akutagawa.

Summary: Chuuya walks in on Dazai training(torturing) Akutagawa and decides things need to change.

Chuuya/Soukuko

Still the Same Person

I had to write a second chapter because I depressed myself with the ending

Summary: After Dazai left Chuuya broke down. Dazai finds out later just how bad of a state Chuuya is in. Chuuya is anorexic. I hope I portrayed this right I'm sorry if I didn't

Home

I just had a thought that Chuuya had a shitty apartment and this fic was born

Summary:  After their reunion, Dazai and Chuuya have a mission. Dazai learns just how bad things have been for Chuuya since he left and trys to change to please Chuuya.

Will I Get a Happily Ever After

Bedtime stories and cuddling are my week spot guys

Summary:  Chuuya has been having nightmares and Dazai helps him out.

The Mission Went Wrong

Mafia Soukuko is so much fun to write.

Summary:  Dazai and Chuuya are in the Port Mafia running the mission when everything goes wrong. The Demon Prodigy can't formulate a plan and Chuuya gets hurt. Then Dazai FEELS THINGS and freaks out

3 Times Dazai "Tried" to Tell the Agency and the One Time he Did (Or just my attempt at a relationship reveal)

I like relationship reveals guys and I want to post more in the future

Summary: Dazai and Chuuya were married right after Dazai left the Agency. There were three clear times they should have realized he was married an one time they actually found out.im a huge sucker for relationship reveals just check my search history

Gotta Make Sure You Don't Glitch Again

This was my first(and hopefully not last) ask fic. Medical whump/trauma my beloved

Summary:  Dazai and Chuuya go out on a mission and Chuuya get's his arm broken. Dazai wants to set it and go the fuck home but Chuuya freaks out and Dazai doesn't know why

Lobster

I was so tired when I wrote this and didn’t proof read so....

Summary: Idk just pure fluff guys. Dazai watches Chuuya go through his evening routine and they spend a nice night together before Chuuya asks a strange question

Stress Cleaning

Me projecting on Chuuya part one. I need to stay busy when I am anxious

Summary: Chuuya had a bad day and comes home and cleans the whole apartment. Dazai comes in to ask Chuuya why he is vacuuming the furniture.

or Chuuya has anxiety

Party at the Agency

Me projecting on Chuuya part 2.

Summary: Dazai comes to Chuuya about attending a party at the Agency where all the Agency members brings their significant other. Chuuya freaks out because he doesn't like being open and vulnerable with people

Whumptober

There are way too many I’m just going to put the links. It’s all Chuuya Hurt/Comfort. Ignore the fact that half way through I got spart and started putting the days that were in one story on the same fic(if that makes sense)

No. 1 A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY

No. 2 NOWHERE TO RUN (Pt 2 Day 6)

No. 3 A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH

No. 4 DEAD ON YOUR FEET

No. 5 EVERY WHUMPEE’S NEEDS

No. 6 PROOF OF LIFE(Read Day 2 first)

No. 7 THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER

No. 8 EVERYTHING HURTS AND I’M DYING (Pt 2 Day 10, Pt 3 Day 17)

No. 9 THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

No. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS(Read Day 8 first)

No. 11 “911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”

No. 12 WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

No. 13 REPLACED TOUCH STARVED

No. 14 DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN/ No. 16 NO WAY OUT/No. 26 NO ONE LEFT BEHIND

No. 15 EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

No. 17 HANGING BY A THREAT(Read Day 8 and Day 10 first)

No. 18 LET’S BREAK THE ICE

No. 19 ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

No. 20 IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY

No. 21 FAMOUS LAST WORDS

No. 22 PICK YOUR POISON

No. 23 AT THE END OF THEIR ROPE

No. 24 FIGHT, FLIGHT OR FREEZE

No. 25 SILENCE IS GOLDEN

No. 27 PUSHED TO THE LIMIT

No. 28 IT'S JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG

No. 29 WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME…/No. 31 A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

No. 30 NOTE TO SELF: DON'T GET KIDNAPPED

[monstermaster13]

Werebelushi:

I call this..my responses to OvercookedBacon and Pukeyboy and in the following order: 1. Okay, you think that two characters who are in a relationship in the other sees the other as a surrogate family members equals incest, you do know that they're not actually related, right? Then again this guy was from Kiwifarms so he should KNOW what actual incest is considering that site is dedicated to Chris Chan who as you know, did the nasty with his mother. Not everything involving romantic pairings has to be sexual you know. 2. What racial subtext? you're overanaylzing elements that aren't there. Oh I get it, apes being compared to African Americans, you do know gorillas have black fur and grey skin, right, not black skin? 3. Nathan only blocks people who are spammers, NFT salesmen, people he used to like but he doesn't like any more/people he used to like but fell out with, people who have blocked him back for the reason of doing it because they heard bad things about him/just don't like him, people who said bad things about his friends, or pornoholics looking for a good time. And he has legit reasons for doing so. 4. In-universe, Mel only goes after villains because they do bad things, simple as that. 5. Not all shapeshifting creatures are werecreatures, in-universe it is considered offensive to call a non-werecreature shapeshifter a werecreature. Like portraying a werecreature as a hive-minded human hating biggot. 6. You act like it's wrong to simp over Dan Aykroyd yet the forum you're a part of totally allowed Crichax aka The Homestuck Fandom's Equivalent to Randy Stair be online on a public forum and allowed him to brag about his fetish for wanting to be Jade Harley? I'm sorry but what do you have against Nathan falling for Dan Aykroyd, huh? 7. Excuse me but I believe Pukeyboy is acting like an SJW. Okay, so let me get this straight, you think it's wrong to have transformation art in your favorites that has women being transformed? Do you think it's body-shaming or sexist? Look, don't kinkshame others just because of what is in their favorites. Is it Nathan's fault the majority of tf art/fiction on here featuring women being tfed? No, it isn't. You don't see me me posting comments like 'oh this author is sexist because they did a transformation of a female executive into a dog because the author thinks all women are bitchy' or 'this morph of an anorexic woman into a grotesque obese troll is body-shaming and not teaching any important message. Women are going to see this and feel bad about it', do you? Of course not. So don't act like it's wrong to have female tfs in favorites. 8. If some penis-headed moron wrote an insulting fic about me for no reason apart from the author has a hatred for me i'd be peeved off too. I mean how dare you steal someone's original characters and vilify them for the purpose of your obvious hate-fic. 9. Did you read the whole thing or did you just didn't understand a word of it and just put tldr:drivel because you were too stupid to read? 10. What is wrong about racial changes? This makes me think Pukeyboy is racist. I have seen nothing bad about them, no racial slurs/stereotypes, no yellowfacing or blackfacing, just racial changes with occassional mind shifts, nothing too horrible. 10. There's a difference between a weight gain one where it's just a normally thin character gaining weight and being a slob it's just they are still themselves vs someone gaining weight as part of a transformation into a larger built form or character. The former isn't much of a change. 11. How would Pukeyboy like if it I analysed his avatar in the same way? His avatar to me represents his inner feelings, it is depicted as a man wearing a cow mask because he himself wishes to be abused and treated like a lulcow, or he actually has a secret cow tf fetish that he hides from everyone on the forum, he feels like he is a worthless piece of meat compared to other members of the forum.

[ghoullguy]

(ED) so i was reading this one yoi fanfic and i have some complaints bc im a bitch like that

so in this fanfic, which im not gonna name bc god forbid the author sees this and shit starts, yuuri quit skating bc of an ed

now, i have an ed. ive had several actually, since i was 11. first it was bed, which led to ana, which i'd gone into recovery for by 16, after losing a shit ton of weight and muscle, which as a figure skater, affected my skating. i relied on muscle to power me through jumps, and once i lost all the weight and my muscle, it made it difficult for me. so, i recovered. then, at 17, i injured my hip and couldnt skate for a while. this completely ruined me. i was convinced that because i had to take off time to heal, i could never compete again. i was too old, and eventually, too fat to ever be anything in the skating world. i relapsed, and the past year and a half has been a constant cycle of starving, then binging and purging. eventually, it became full on bulimia. i had a month or so back in december where i ate normally and felt normally about it, but then it came back, starving instead of purging this time. needless to say, i am experienced with eating disorders and recovery from them.

this fanfiction portrays ana as a fear of food. that is absolute bullshit. talk to any anorexic, and you'll see that people w eds fucking LOVE food. its what drives us, its all we think about. its not the food itself we're "scared" of, its the weight and what that implies about us. for me, having done ballet and skating for my entire childhood, i felt pressure to be thin so i could deserve to be a skater and a danseur. if i wasnt thin, i felt like someone pretending to be those things. that, and i have to push myself to exhaustion to feel like i deserve to eat. it is NOT a fear of food. repeatedly throughout this fic, yuuri is shown being legitimately afraid of food, even crying while eating. that is the most cliche, unrealistic portrayal of eds, and it makes the fic much worse bc of it. its a little infuriating actually, bc it shows that whoever wrote this doesnt understand the experience of actual anorexics. and before you shit talk me, saying everyone has different experiences, i have several friends, both irl and online, who also have eds. none of us have ever acted like that. ever. go on any ed forum, and no one will say thats what having ana is like. its the way the media portrays eds, not the actual reality of having an ed.

then comes the recovery arc, though arc is a kind word for it. basically, phichit and yuuri have a talk, he eats three meals that same day, and the only struggles hes shown having is gaining three pounds. now, when you have an ed, three pounds feels like thirty. i can understand that part. however, yuuri just decides to recover, and never goes back on that decision, never is shown having anxiety abt recovering. he just... starts eating. that is absolutely NOT how recovery is. then, in a later scene, he and viktor are abt to have sex. despite his prior insecurity about gaining three lbs, he shows no hesitation in showing his body to viktor. then, the morning after, he (unprompted) starts talking abt wanting pancakes. do i even have to say that this is unrealistic??? does this author not realize that the first person someone w an ed worries abt after gaining weight is their partner??? especially asking for and talking abt such calorie dense food, anyone w an ed would be worried that their partner would see them as fat, or worse, assume they were faking their ed. so yuuri, who just entered recovery, just being fine w viktor seeing him with new weight, fine w him seeing him eat food that makes you fat is just so so so wrong. it feels like this author watched to the bone once and decided they knew everything abt eds.

so, in conclusion, if ur going to write a fic w eds as a prominent plot point/character feature, make it realistic. or, better yet, DONT FUCKING DO IT IF YOU DONT HAVE AN ED. DONT WRITE ABT AN ED YOU DONT HAVE. bc u will never understand the experience of living with it and through it. if you want to read my own fanfiction abt eds, my ao3 is linked in my bio and the work is for bungou stray dogs, its called None of Your Concern.

last but not least, if u feel the need to argue w me or be mean, the block button is a couple of clicks away. if you dont use it, i will <3

[josiebelladonna]

AGREED. and it’s made even weirder by the fact that we have so many puritanical people running around, too.

bro, one of specialties is erotica and i find it so weird that there’s sex in every ya book now while storytelling and morals and learning anything has taken a back seat. at least judy blume was willing to tell a story even if what she wrote seemed controversial, back in the 80s and now

and yes… it’s. it’s not good. in fact, it’s pretty pathetic in a lot of ways. i mean, if authors are going to keep doing this, can they at least explore more sexualities and genders, not just your standard “boy meets girl, insert penis in vagina” romance?

i’ve had the misfortune of reading a couple of books like that. they have this… i want to say car accident mythos to them where you know it’s fucked up but you can’t help but be morbidly curious about it

”mary sue” is one of those things were the original meaning seems to be completely lost to history because i can never find an accurate or satisfying definition of it

(case in point)

…the fact that exists

yeah, i… i can see that. what do you want to bet they only watched the movies and never even sniffed the inside of the books.

similar car accident mythos. i’ve usually seen “rich/well-to-do author writing about poverty/falling on hard times” and it’s always fucking hilarious.

mmm, she’s okay. my one drawback with her books is they’re very poorly marketed: they work way better as dramas rather than romance. i’ve seen her on goodreads, too, giving praise to shit like fifty shades and after, and my reaction to her is always “what are you even talking about”

not sure about this point here: the first few seasons of family guy, when he was onboard with it, are fantastic.

oh, yes, i’m tired of this, too. it’s like let’s move onto other realms of fantasy and sci-fi, shall we?

same story there

same story there, especially when legit mean girls i’ve had the misfortune of encountering are nothing like that

worse: runway fashion shows have actually picked up on this!

i’m an artist and i got real sick of this really quick, like jesus foot-fucking christ, everything needn’t look like a disney movie. you know we all bitch about art styles looking overly homogenous, can we do this at the granular level?

when i think of “golden skin”, i think of that episode of mythbusters where Adam puts gold paint all over his body 😂

i’ve (admittedly) done this a few times, but i usually use coffee as a metaphor, rather than… say, “chocolate”. clichés should be invitations to get creative.

way too many and it’s horrifying how prevalent it is.

i’m writing a fic right now that turns this sideways: he’s in a bad relationship but he literally can’t get out of it, and the heroine is like his escape.

yeahhhhh… no.

that’s called anorexia and it’s not only hell, but not all of us get down to skin and bones like that

you know what? i’d like to read a story about being a farmer. seems way more interesting and truthful than that.

*sigh* *looks at myself, heavyset recovering anorexic who started going gray at 17, has never been kissed even at 30, and hates internet bullshit like memes and dad jokes*

she has officially ruined everything good

it’s a little weird, too, because fairies are actually one of my fave fantasy tropes

More things I hate about modern literature because today is a bad day and I need to be a dick online to feel better:

How much sex there is in everything

And again I am not a prude, erotica has existed for decades and it's okay but every popular YA or adventure book nowadays is a bad erotica with some low stakes adventure in the background

And somehow they are able to be both bad porn and bad adventure

And also people will promote those books as " yes the plot kinda sucks but there's good sex scenes"

The word Mary sue

The misuse of the word Mary sue

Any attempt to make a "LOTR inspired" book made by a man

Because usually the things that made LOTR good go just over the authors head and we end with basically a vin diesel movie set in the middle ages

This is not just about modern literature but books about or set in horrible moments for a oppressed minority(like holocaust or slavery) written by people who aren't part of said minority

Coleen hoover

She did for feminist literature what Seth MacFarlane did for adult animation

The harry Potter/Percy Jacksonification of children's literature

The magical choose one trope being taken to a magical world did irremediable damage to children's literature

The mean girl trope

Books set in fictional middle ages but the protagonist go to balls in fashion show modern runaway style dresses

You know the tacky Pinterest glittery showing shoulders back and leg

Those official arts of the same exactly white women and the same white guy in slightly different clothes with the same 2016 style eyebrows and the sharp jawline and the nothing expression

Characters being described as "golden skin" so depending if the author needs some representation points they can be interpreted as people of color but if no one says nothing they stay as just tan white

Comparing dark skin color to any food

How many authors try to make at the same time "this is brainless wish fulfilment fantasy about being desired by a hot dominating guy" and " this is a profound take about the horrors of abuse"

Usually by having the second love interest to abuse the protag

In the end the message that stays is any abuse is forgivable if the abuser is hot enough

The "I'm skinny but not hot super model skinny I am ugly skinny my bones show because of malnourishment"

"yet I don't feel any other effect of starvation like being weak and I can carry five times my body weight in whatever animal the author needs me to hunt in the beginning of the book because making me a farmer wouldn't be cool"

"I am ugly" cried the skinny girl with locks of auburn hair porcelain white skin and eyes of emerald green.

The jk Rowling stupid name school (she named the werewolf Wolfy mcwolf in Latin and people though it was smart now we have a girl who fights on a island named island and the archer who marries a fae named fae archer )

And again faes because fuck faes

[spencermyangel]

could we get anorexic/self harming/dilaudid relapse Spencer passing out and/or overdosing (or a fic with each lol) during a case and that's when the team actually start to take it seriously and realise he's a lot worse than they think and it's not about being 'smart enough', that he needs real help xx

CW - Anorexia, drug addiction, overdose, self harm

“Spence, are you okay?” JJ asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. She felt her stomach drop at how bony he felt. Spencer looked at her with dazed eyes, before swaying on his feet and falling down. 

“Spence!” JJ shouted, rushing to his side. Her scream had alerted Hotch, Morgan, and Rossi, who were also in the room. 

“What happened?” Hotch sternly asked as he kneeled down to check to see if Spencer was breathing, sighing with relief when he was. “Call 911!” he instructed Morgan. 

“I don’t know!” JJ answered, her eyes frantic, “I noticed he was shaking a bit and asked if he was okay, then he just passed out.” 

Rossi reached out to hold JJ as tears began to stream down her face. “He’ll be okay, JJ,” He tried to reassure, but JJ only continued to cry as the ambulance arrived and Rossi guided her to a car. 

“Come on, we’ll meet them at the hospital,” Rossi told her.

*

The team anxiously waited for any news on Spencer. When a doctor finally came out and called his name they all rushed over. 

“Dr. Reid will be okay,” the doctor started, which immediately relieved the team, “he seemed to have overdosed on dilaudid, were you aware he was using this drug?” 

The team shifted uncomfortably before Hotch finally spoke, “we were aware he had a problem in the past, but not that he was currently using.” 

The doctor nodded, “he also is malnourished and has self-inflicted injuries on his arms.” 

The team stood in shock, Spencer had been starving himself? And self harming? They couldn’t believe they hadn’t realized. They hadn’t even realized that Spencer was using drugs again.

“Can we see him,” Rossi asked, his voice small in a way the team had never heard. The doctor nodded, and showed them the way. 

JJ went to see Spencer first, the team didn’t want to overwhelm him by all bursting in at once. 

“Spence,” JJ whispered, taking his hand in hers. She tried not to stare at the bandages wrapped around his wrist. Spencer avoided looking at her, shame evident on his face. “I’m so sorry.” She bit her lip to try to stop herself from crying. 

This caused Spencer to look at her, “Why?” he asked, surprised, “it’s not your fault. I did this, it’s my problem to solve.” 

JJ’s heartbroke at the self-loathing in Spencer’s voice, “no, it’s not. We’re your family, it’s our job to make sure you’re okay. To check in on you.” 

“But you didn’t even know.” Spencer blinked back tears. 

“Not this time, but last time when you were using dilaudid, we did,” JJ admitted, “We didn’t help you, even though we knew you were struggling.” 

Spencer wiped away a tear, “It’s okay, I didn’t deserve your help.”

“Yes, you did Spencer!” JJ protested, her voice desperate, “you still do. We thought… that you wouldn’t mess up, that you were smart enough not too. But that doesn’t matter, we should have realized how things like this can affect anyone. And I’m sorry we didn’t.” JJ leaned over and hugged Spencer, him squeezing her back as tears fell down both of their cheeks.

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[cazimagines]

Hey! You are a really good writer and I was wondering if you could write a fic where Bucky finds out the reader is anorexic. Can it be just platonic, like Bucky and the reader are best friends? And Bucky just assures her that he'll help her and it's not her fault, etc., lots of comfort. I've been having a tough time lately and I just want Bucky to tell me it will be okay and that it's not my fault and stuff. Don't feel pressured if you don't want to write it! Have a great day.

Synopsis: See above

Word count: 1k

Author’s note: Hey, thank you for the request! I've been meaning to write about Bucky for a while so thank you for giving me the opportunity to. I know I have a lot on my too write list but I wanted to get this one out as soon as possible so it could help you through the hard time you've been having. I hope you find comfort in this and if you ever need someone to talk to my DM's are always open 😊

Warnings: Mentions of eating disorders, mentions of PTSD, lots of comfort

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The sound of metal rings out as you finally put your fork and knife down on the plate. You had spent the previous five minutes pushing the food around, attempting to muster up some enthusiasm to eat it, but it was so unappetizing. The thought of actually eating it made you sick.

Sighing, you push the plate away, guiltily avoiding the eye contact of Buck, Sam, and Zemo as you got up from your place at the table and walked away.

“I need some fresh air,” you mutter as you quickly rush by them.

It made you feel awful knowing the effort they had put into making food for you, just for you to turn it away. Though Zemo was a baron, food was scarce as all of you were trying to hide out, remain inconspicuous. They had spent hours in the kitchen making it and you couldn’t even eat it. That has to make you a horrible person in their eyes.

You knew you needed the food; you were hardly any help to them if you didn’t have enough energy to stay awake, that you hardly had any muscle built upon you anymore. But it had gotten so out of hand you didn’t know how you could stop. The feeling of hungry had faded from being painful till, when you felt it, it was almost a comforting pain.

Sitting on the patio of the garden out the back you felt a chilling breeze swipe across you, sending goosebumps up your skin as you clutch your arms around your body to bring up some body heat. You let out a shaky breath, watching as it condensed into mist and floated away from you.

Suddenly you felt something wrap around you. A warm jacket is placed over your shoulders. Quickly turning your head, you see Bucky looking forward at the view before you as he sits down beside you. He clasps his hands together, his jaw stiff as he continues to stare forward as you push your arms through the jacket.

“You’ll catch a cold,” he finally mutters

You feel the awkwardness seep in between you two as you silently nod. You pull the jacket close to you as you look forward again, watching the city life before you. It wasn’t much of a view, with built-up concrete buildings all around, worn down streets, and dull lamplights. But the sky made up for it. The night was settling in as the sun went down. From where you and Bucky were, you would see the sun falling beyond the horizon, turning the sky from its beautiful sunset colour to the comfort of darkness.

“I understand you know”

Your eyes flash back to Bucky and are finally greeted with his icy blue ones. His head was turned to you, though he still held his usual stoic expression as he looked at you.

“I understand what you are going through”

You shake your head almost in disbelief, letting out a breath of unsureness. “How so?”

He sighs, looking back out to the sky, finding comfort in the beauty of it. “All of us have our own demons. Our own problems to deal with. It’s been years since I was last...him, and yet still every night I wake up with nightmares about it. My therapist, says it’s PTSD. Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn’t. All I know is that most days I feel exhausted, that I fear even trying to get to sleep because of what awaits me. I still can’t sleep on a bed, you know. Has to be on the floor. A bed feels, it feels too soft.”

He pauses, realising he’s speaking too much about himself. He purses his lips together in bitterness towards himself as he looks back over to you, but instead of finding what he thought would be an expression of irritation instead, he found an expression of kindness, in how your lips pulled up slightly in a reassuring smile, how your eyes sparkled with a knowing in what he said.

“What I’m, what I’m trying to say is that you’re not alone y/n. I’ll always be here for you because… well because you’re my best friend. I know these problems are hard to deal with. They don’t just suddenly get better but maybe together, we could help each other through it.”

As he looks at you, he swallows, awaiting your response anxiously, but no words are needed. You move nearer to him, brushing up against his metallic arm. In realizing what he wants, he lifts it over your shoulder, gently placing it around you as you rest your head on his shoulder.

You say like that for a few minutes in a peaceful silence till you can find the right words to say to Bucky, that he might talk you through your doubts, your self-hatred.

“I feel like it’s all my fault, Bucky. I’m doing this to myself and that I only have myself to blame. I could try more to eat, force myself to eat more, but I always wimp out. And it’s affecting the mission. I hate myself for it”

Bucky’s eyes gaze down at you. His arm that was wrapped around you gripped you tighter as he rubbed comforting movements into your arm.

“It’s not your fault y/n,” he stresses, “You are so strong. Stronger than you realize. You prove it in so many ways, like admitting how you feel about it to me. That takes courage and bravery y/n. Even just eating a little bit of food is showing how strong you are. And with that strength, I know you’ll be able to pull through. You shouldn’t hate yourself for it, please. For me, don’t hate yourself. Because you are one of the kindest and most genuine people I know and for you to hate yourself, what does that make me? If I can learn to like myself, then I know you can learn to love yourself.”

He smiles gently at you as he pulls you even nearer. As your head rests on his shoulder, he rests his head slightly on top of yours. “I’ll help you y/n, every step of the way. I’ll be there for you”

No more is needed to be said. Instead, you two enjoy the comforting friendship between you as you watch the sun slowly sink beyond the horizon of the city and the sky light up in an arrangement of colours before finally flowing into darkness.

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[statticscribbles]

Emotional Anorexic

Summary: A Descendants Ben/whoever; Song-fic Emotional Anorexic by Svavar Knútur

TW: implied eating disorder

Ben’s in love, everyone can tell. It happened so soon after he was officially announced as prince, when the VK’s came over, when the barrier was brought down.

He barely takes his eyes off her, the dress she’s wearing takes his breath away almost as much as a kiss from her. He’s entranced, awed by how she moves, how she looks in the morning, in the evening, how she can make anything she chooses to wear look effortless. How she is his, how she wants him, for him.

The first step she misses on the stairs, he’s there to catch her, she’s embarrassed, nervous how he’s fawning over her, glaring playfully at her shoes and the runner on the stairs for making her trip; she laughs and his smile brightens further.

The first time she stumbles he notices; it’s a flat surface, there’s nothing wrong, he watches her pale, she looks dizzy and he keeps his arm hovering around her, so when she does stumble he’s caught her before anyone else has noticed.

The second time she stumbles is much worse, she’s standing by the field he’s almost finished his tourney game when her face goes gray and she sinks to the ground.

The next time Ben sees her he notices she’s permanently gray tinted, she’s sluggish and he’s horrified at the bones he can see jutting from under her clothes.

Ben’s soft when he touches her, his hands running over the sweater she’s wearing; she’s always cold now, always shivering. Ben looks worriedly at her, fingers running through her hair which has been falling in clumps. He doesn’t look at it just letting it sink to the floor. He can feel bone under the sweater, every inch of her skin molded to bone in a freighting way. He asks the fairy godmother if maybe there is some sort of spell on her, maybe something is wrong; she just shakes her head, replying, the only thing affecting her is herself, the only curse she’d been put under is one from her own mind. Ben tries not to cry when he sees her next.

He doesn’t know who to go to, which is why he ends up talking to Carlos, to Jay, to Gil, to Harry, anyone who will listen, but not her. He knows he can’t mention it to her. He debates talking to his parents, and then to hers but decides it’s best they not know. He can’t burden them with this. He think, maybe this is how she feels, a burden and a waste, and something not truly good, a creature with no true home anymore.

Ben notices when she’s not in class. He hates the sinking feeling in his chest, but she walks in later in the day, all smiles and laughter claiming something that Ben knows is a lie. He watches and it seems like she’s pulled an all-nighter, over what he’s not sure but surely it’s just that. This is the first time he notices, the second time is much much worse.

She’s walking into the library when he locks eyes with her, she smiles, happy to see him and he can’t help but smile back, before he watches her eyes roll into her head as she crumbles to the floor. He’s there in a second brushing hair from her eyes and turning her gently to the side. He can see a note that’s fallen out, he stuffs it into her pocket without a second thought.

He see’s her again, she’s leaning by the statue shivering, she hasn’t seen him, and all he can see is her sunken cheeks and sunken eyes that seem to marble to be real.

Ben sneaks down to the kitchen, he makes cookies, and pie, and anything he can pass off as a first attempt, he doesn’t want her catching on to his plans.

Everything sits untouched by her at lunch, she smiles at everything, asking him how he found making it; was it something he enjoyed; nothing about the actual food, nothing that could lead to her tasting it. Ben doesn’t care about manners when he shoves a cookie at her, urging her to taste it, to try his first attempt. A last ditch effort to get her to yield, she does, smiling and meeting his eyes, genuine in her comment on how delicious it is.

Ben tries not to make too much noise when he catches her vomiting into the bushes only ten minutes later.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay..”

“It’s fine Ben, must be that stomach bug going around…” She laughs nervously, he steps closer and she shakes her head stepping back.

“I don’t want to get you sick, besides I’m sure I just smell like puke.” More nervous laughter that make Ben frown, he steps forward and she doesn’t back away this time, just hovers ready to bolt, not that she’d get far trying to run away, he doubts she’d make it to the fountain with how unsteady she’d been lately.

He doesn’t say anything about the other’s catching her throwing up the other times she’d eaten with them. He just waits, taking another half step forward.

“Please, let me help?” He reaches out a hand and she hesitates clearly debating what to do, Ben simply waits.

“I don’t even think you, with all your princely power.” She chuckles darkly.

“Well maybe if you tell me what’s wrong I can help you? You won’t know until you try.”

“Oh and maybe everyone from the vk’s can help too I mean no one ever gives them credit for anything, but they can sure try their best but the prince always gets the credit because he’s a hero, not anyone else, never anyone else. The prince will know how to fix me cause he cancels out all bad luck right? Right!?” She looks heartbroken as she touches her face to feel tears.

“You can’t help me, you won’t even listen.” She looks up towards him and he swallows, recalling the time he caught her making comments to herself, or voicing concerns he’d brush off about her looks, never really denying them. How he watched her push food around her plate assuming she wasn’t satisfied with her meal.

“Please love, please just let me try?” He’s right in front of her now and he knows he’s giving her no choice but to take his hand.

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It wasn't often that Dash Baxter tried to succeed in his classes. Actually, it basically never happened unless he was snagging answers from the geeks or buying them off the less unfortunate nerds. But by the time Junior year rolls around, he officially had two options. He could either sign up for extracurricular classes he might enjoy but that he wouldn't be able to cheat easily in. Or he would have to sign up for the ones that he would hate and also wouldn't be able to easily cheat in. So naturally, with some persuasion to get Kwan to join him, he went for the first option. As it was, Tetslaff at least appreciated their athletic abilities and would probably let him get off easier because of it. Dash wasn't worried about Kwan- he was one of the smarter guys on the team- but his own grade would likely need the boost.

The thing Dash genuinely did not expect, despite anticipating he'd be alright with the class, was that he actually started to enjoy the content a couple weeks in. Tetslaff took things pretty slow and didn't make them use a textbook or anything. He was surprised at himself when he started getting almost excited about the contents of the nutrition and health class. About a month in, he found himself taking care to balance his meals out more (though they were already pretty balanced since it was football season) as well as looking at what sorts of things other people ate. There weren't patterns between the different cliques, necessarily, but as he and Kwan steadily took note of their classmates, they noticed most people were consistent at least.

It took about two or so months before either of them noticed something was remiss about the misfits table. Kwan recognized it first, admittedly, since neither of them had bothered to look at the small group always tucked into the corner of the room. Manson was a vegetarian- the whole school knew that since she never shut up about it- but still ate things like peanut butter to get proteins in her diet. Valerie got cafeteria food and seemed pretty balanced about it; while she'd had to stop playing sports their Freshman year after the whole ghost dog shit went down, it seemed like she was still keeping fit and healthy. Foley never had anything close to vegetables except for fries but seemed to practically inhale whatever meat-like substance the cafeteria was serving that day.

Before Dash could properly comment on the lack of greens, however, Kwan spoke up and directed his attention towards Fenton.

Fenton had a half-full bottle of Valley Mist that he would sip on regularly. And that was it. Lunch had barely started, so there was no way he'd already finished eating or anything. And he was always late to everything, so the chances that he'd eaten before Dash and Kwan had gotten there was laughable since it was doubtful he was even in the room until minutes ago.

It didn't. Well, it didn't really make any sense as to why Fenton wouldn't be eating. His parents weren't rich or anything, but they would definitely feed their kids. Like sure, they were crazy ghost hunters who didn't seem to ever actually catch any of the ghosts, but Dash had targeted Fenton enough to know that he always had lunch money. (He made sure to leave his victims with enough funds to eat for the day since he was more likely to get detention for it if he didn't.) But for that matter, he hadn't chased down or beat up Fenton in a good week or so and if he ever did lose his lunch money, Manson could more than afford to feed the whole loser crew if needed. When he and Kwan ran out of ideas on why Fenton didn't have lunch, they just figured they would keep an eye out to see if anything changed.

It didn't. The rest of the lunch period ticked by, and Fenton never got up to get food and didn't even take anything from anyone else's plate. He just. Didn't eat.

It wasn't usually Dash's prerogative to care about these sorts of things. But whether it was because of the class he was in or the fact Kwan seemed to care for some reason or even that he might feel kind of shitty if he started wailing on someone who wouldn't have the strength to think of fighting back because of hunger, he couldn't get it off his mind until later in the school day. Eventually, he figured that maybe something was just off that day. Hell, Valley Mist was one of those things most people drank when they had an upset stomach or something, usually. It was probably just that.

But he did start thinking about it again the following morning when he was listening to Tetslaff again. He couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling it was giving him. So when the bell rang and class let out, he told Kwan he was heading straight to lunch and would switch out his books at the end of the period instead.

Dash made it to the cafeteria quickly and easily; he got his food and claimed his usual seat in its prime placement of the room and waited.

While Kwan was still in line and Paulina and Star started their usual lunchtime gossip catch-up beside him, the trio of losers plus Valerie made their way into the cafeteria together and got in line.

Valerie got a tray and food. Foley got a tray and food. Manson got a drink but was carrying her lunch bag. Fenton already had a bottle in his hand- Mountain Fog this time which was decidedly not a drink for upset stomachs- but he once again just. Didn't get any food.

As soon as Kwan made it to the table, Dash got his attention and directed it over to the table in the corner for the day's update. "Something's up with that, right?" It took his friend a moment of looking to figure it out, but it was pretty obvious by the way his eyes widened when he did see it.

"He didn't already eat?"

"Nah, they just got here."

Well. At least he wasn't the only one conflicted about the situation, based on the concern on Kwan's face. Something wasn't right... right? It wasn't normal for someone to go and skip lunch two days in a row.

They waited a few more days, trying not to discuss what they had noticed deeper yet, but things didn't change. Fenton just. Didn't eat at school. Or at least, not that they could figure out. He would just drink a soda and that was it.

By the time Friday rolled around, Dash was almost desperate in a sense. He didn't like it. He didn't like the types of emotions this small detail about someone else was bringing out of him. So, he did what he felt necessary. After almost two weeks, he strolled up to Fenton's locker during the last class break of the day and snagged the back of his shirt. It wasn't hard to turn his frustration with the situation into something resembling his usual bullying stance, pushing down the bizarre level of guilt that tried to surge forward. He jerked Fenton around to face him and stared him down. Not that it was as easy as it used to be to do that. Somewhere along the line, Fenton had gotten to be just a few inches shorter than him despite his own height gained throughout the duration of the last couple years as well.

"What do you want, Dash?" Fenton's reaction seemed normal for him. Annoyed. Almost frustrated. Never scared anymore which was why Dash rarely tried to pick at him anymore. Not unless he wanted an easy target because despite the lack of fear, Fenton never fought back. He'd run his mouth off and run or dodge if given the chance and always got away when he did, but he didn't fight. He even seemed to prefer to take the hits sometimes, stepping in when someone else was about to take a blow.

But shit, he hadn't thought this far ahead. "Wh- uh. I. Uh..." It took him a minute, but Fenton was oddly patient usually. "Money. Yeah, I uh. Don't have enough for this thing this weekend. You've got some I could take off ya, right?" Geez, this was probably his most pathetic attempt at bullying in... ever, probably.

Fenton had the audacity to roll his eyes, but he didn't try making a break for it or anything. Probably because his locker was still open behind him. "Money? Really? It's been like a year since you've stooped that low. Go borrow some from your buddies or something, Dash. Not my fault you've gotta pay your way through class."

He should. Well, he should probably say or do something to that offense. Fenton was running his mouth like usual, but. For a rare instance, Dash just backed up and walked away without another word- ignoring the confused looks that followed him.

It still just didn't make any sense. If it truly was a money thing, Manson would've bought him something by now. Dash didn't consider himself to be particularly smart in most things and people was one of those areas. But dammit, if he was going to pick on one of his favorite targets, he was at least going to make sure he was the only thing causing damage.

Over the weekend, he asked Kwan over to his house and they tried to think of some sort of plan. The easiest was to just. Buy some food for Fenton and give it to him. It probably took a little too long for them to think of that simple plan, but once it came to Kwan, they were both pretty sure of it. So they settled on it and put it out of their brains until Monday afternoon rolled around.

They probably should've thought about it more, though.

"What did you do to it?" Fenton had immediately asked, staring at the well-rounded tray of food Dash had set on the table beside him and nudged it over with a simple "that's for you, Fenton." He'd fully intended to high-tail it back to his own table, but the question made him freeze and consider. That. Well, that was a fair question, really.

"I didn't do anything to it, Fen-toenail. It's just food. Eat it or I'll make you."

Well. Shit. That was pretty obviously not the right answer. Fenton just quirked a challenging eyebrow at him and made no move towards the food. If anything, he was leaning away from it.

Unsure of what else he could really do or try, Dash just grumbled and walked away. No one touched the tray until lunch period ended, and then it was unceremoniously dumped in the trash. Of course Fenton wouldn't trust it. Why should he?

He waited a couple more days before trying again, this time buying the food and setting it on the empty table as quick as he could manage before the losers even made it to the cafeteria.

But that didn't work any better. Instead, they just sat somewhere else- probably assuming their usual spot got taken by someone else.

So at the start of the following week, he had Kwan give it a go at taking a tray over to Fenton. It went no better. While Kwan was on pretty good terms with the four outcasts personally, he was still a football player and Dash's friend. And from there, they were both just. Lost. Nothing they did could make Fenton eat. But they couldn't just let it go. It was a point of pride, now. And Dash would never admit it aloud, but it as genuinely starting to scare him. Fenton hadn't eaten lunch in weeks, and they were the only ones who seemed to notice or care. Even Fenton's friends had laughed with him when Kwan left the table, dejectedly after his refusal.

Finally, after almost two more weeks of this, an opportunity presented itself. Instead of letting them make their own salads (which usually consisted of more cheese and dressing than vegetables), this year the school had switched to buying the side salads pre-packaged and portioned. So it was with a stroke of genius, Dash immediately picked up a second one next to his own with a new rush of determination. There could be no complaints about this food. He couldn't have done anything to it! As soon as he sat down at the table, Kwan right behind him, he kept his eyes out for Fenton.

The other three got there first, as per usual really, so Fenton just walked right over to the table when he finally arrived a good ten minutes late. He didn't even try to fake getting food!

With a quick nudge with his elbow, Dash had Kwan getting up right behind him. With how they were sat, Fenton could see them coming and was already suspicious. But at this point, Dash figured that he didn't actually care. He just. He wanted these feelings of worry and shit he'd been having to go away already. So he set down the sealed, plastic bowl of salad on the table and slid it over towards Fenton.

"Again, Dash? I'm not gonna-"

Thankfully, Kwan had his back. "Look, Fen- Look, Danny. Dash and I sort of noticed. Well, you never really eat anything. And that's really unhealthy and we weren't sure of what else to do besides buying you some lunch instead. So can you just. Eat something today? And maybe... maybe talk to a counselor or something?"

He never spent too much time paying attention to Fenton's expressions aside from the ones that he caused, so Dash didn't have much to compare the range Fenton's face went through before it settled onto being totally blank for a moment. "You. Want me to eat something. You," he turned his gaze and Dash had a deep urge to step away from the surge of anger that seemed to be there, "want me to eat something.. because what? You're worried about me all of a sudden?"

He. Didn't really have an answer. A hopeless glance at Kwan proved that his best friend lacked one, too. It felt like the whole cafeteria was hushed compared to usual. And colder, too. The kind of cold that bit straight to the bone through however many layers you tried to cover yourself up with.

Fenton met eyes with his friends individually until he reached Foley... and then started laughing.

He started laughing. All the usual noise and warmth seemed to rush back all at once as the loser squad collectively lost it.

Dash felt a wave of heat rush up to his face and couldn't help scowl. What the hell did they think was so funny? He opened his mouth to start in on them when Valerie, surprisingly, cut him off.

"Oh, man, that's a good one. Kwan, you're still sweet, y'know that? But don't worry about it. Danny eats just fine. He's got free period before lunch and he drinks a bunch of Fenton Shakes that have more health packed in them than anything this school can serve up. He's fine." As she said the last part, she picked up Fenton's soda bottle and held it up to show it was definitely not soda inside it but a thicker liquid of some sort.

Ignoring the fact that he hadn't been addressed in the first part... huh. That was. Well. To be fair...

There was no way out of this, even in his own head. With his scowl deepening and an irritated grumble for Kwan to go with him, Dash turned on his heel and stalked off towards his table. Weeks. He'd spent weeks worrying about Fenton. How utterly embarrassing.

Even still, though... despite the assurance, he couldn't help the continued pit in his stomach that something was off. But he did feel the tiniest bit better when, after calming down from their continued laughter and talking to Kwan a bit longer, Fenton did open the dumb salad and eat it. At least it was something.

danny phantom au where kwan and dash take a nutrition class as a requirement and are now determined for danny to eat a salad

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Biggest Secret

Request: Yes / No  hii! can you write a draco x reader they are in a relationship since a long time, then she starts like looking pale, more exhausted, looses a lot of weight and nobody knows why draco is really worried (she is not anorexic or smth like that) can you include this things “love i’m really worried, you have lost a lot of weight, you are scaring me darling” and a happy ending pleasee thanksssss 🥰 Anon

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1117

Warnings: TALK OF CANCER! 

Y/N: Your Name 

A/N: I won’t be tagging anyone because I don’t want to trigger anyone dude to the contents of this fic

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During my summer before fourth year I was feeling terribly sick. My parents got worried and took me to the doctor. After a bunch of tests I was diagnosed with Leukemia. When I found out I thought I would never be able to go to Hogwarts again, but thanks to some magic the doctors got it under control enough that I would be able to go back. My parents didn’t want me to return, but they talked to Dumbledor and Madam Pomfrey who agreed to continue my treatments at school. I didn’t want anyone knowing I was sick so I was going to try my best to keep it a secret, including my boyfriend. He would only worry and I didn’t want that. 

The beginning of school was alright, people noticed that I had lost some weight and that I looked a bit tired, but I just brushed it off. Draco was the hardest to brush off, because he didn’t take my excuses. 

“I already told you, my family kept me busy this summer so I didn’t get to sleep much! I’m fine Draco!” I said getting a bit annoyed. 

“Alright love, relax, I’m just worried.” He said and I sighed. 

“Sorry, I’m just tired.” I said. 

“Maybe you should get an early night tonight.” He said and I sighed. 

“Yeah maybe…” I said, but I had a session tonight. So when everyone was asleep I made my way down to Madam Pomfrey. I sat down in the chair she set up for me and she pushed the needle into my arm. 

“Only two hours and then you can go to sleep.” She said with a kind smile. 

“Thank you.” I said. The two of us talked for a bit until she had to leave her office and help a student. 

That was the ruiten for months. Each session slowly drains me and makes me feel worse. Draco and everyone else noticed how I was becoming paler, losing more weight because of my loss of appetite, and more tired by the day. Today was one of the bad days and I was ordered by Madam Pomfrey to stay in bed all day. Draco had noticed me not at breakfast or any of our classes and showed up to my room. 

“Y/N?” He asked as he walked in. 

“Oh Merlin! Love what’s wrong?” He asked, rushing over to me. 

“Nothing, it’s just a cold.” I said brushing it off, even though I felt horrible. 

“Love I’ve been really worried, you’ve lost a lot of weight and you’re scaring me darling” He said grabbing my hand and I sighed. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I couldn’t stop them. 

“I’m sorry.” I cried. Draco pulled me to him and kissed my head. 

“Shhh, just tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.” He said and I shook my head. 

“You can’t help…” I whispered. 

“Y/N, you’re really scaring me, please tell me what’s wrong.” He begged. 

“I’m sick Draco, really sick.” I said and he looked at me with more worry and confusion. 

“What do you mean, love?” He asked. 

“Over the summer I was diagnosed with Leukemia. I was getting treatment all summer and I go to Madam Pomfrey to get them here.” I said and it honestly felt nice that someone other than my parents, teachers, and Madam Pomfry knew. 

“Why did you tell me?” He asked. 

“I didn’t want anyone giving me that look you’re giving me now…” I admitted. 

“There must be a way I can help. I’ll get you the best doctors in the world, as soon as I tell my Father-” 

“Draco.” I said cutting him off and he looked at me. 

“As long as I keep up with the treatment I should be alright.” I said gripping his hand as tight as I can. 

“Then let me come to the treatments with you.” He said and I bit my lip. 

“You’ll have to convince Dumbledor.” I said and he got up. 

“I’ll be right back.” He said and walked out of the room with a purpose. 

Not long after Draco returned with a smile on his face. He laid in bed next to me and kissed my head. 

“I’ll be coming to your next treatment with you.” He said and I smiled a little. 

“I’d actually really like that.” I said with a yawn. 

“Get some rest love, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He said and I let my eyes shut. 

Draco had become extra protective since he found out what was wrong. He took extra care with everything we did and it honestly wasn’t horrible. I thought telling him would make things annoying and he would look at me with worry and pity, but all he gave me were smiles. He made sure to keep a secret like I asked and I was grateful for that. Draco also came to every single treatment like he promised. It was nice getting to spend extra time with him and have someone my own age to talk to. Don’t get me wrong, Madam Pomfry is great, but I would much rather talk to Draco. 

The treatment lasted for a little over a year and during one of our breaks Draco came to the doctors with me for my check up. They ran more tests and we waited for hours. 

“Honestly these doctors are rubbish!” Draco said. 

“Draco, relax, it takes a while.” I said. 

“Not if they were better at their jobs.” He said and I sighed. 

“Draco, we talked about this.” I said and he sighed. He came and sat next to me, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. 

“Sorry for the wait.” The doctor said and my parents smiled at him. 

“Well, what are the results?” Draco asked and I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“Draco! Sorry about him, Doctor.” I said and the doctor just smiled. 

“Don’t worry about it, I can see he’s new to this.” He said and I nodded. 

“But, your tests all came back negative.” He said and I stared at him in shock. 

“D-Dose this mean?” I asked and he nodded. 

“You’re cured.” He said and I bursted into happy tears. Draco gathered me in his arms and held me tightly. 

“Now, you still need to be careful because we don’t know if it’ll show up again, but if you get any symptoms, come back, alright?” The doctor said and I pulled away from Draco. 

“Of course! Thank you so much.” I said and he smiled. 

“Now, go celebrate.” He said and left. 

“You’re alright.” Draco said and I smiled. 

“I’m alright.” I said and kissed him. 

[magic-fluffie-boyes]

Hello! I’m not sure if your asks are open still (please disregard this or disregard this if this would not be healthy for you to write currently!) but your fic with Mammon and Beel’s responses to an MC who has anorexia was really therapeutic to read, and I was wondering if you could do a few more reactions (with any character you feel like)?

It’s been a while since I’ve even looked at my ask box on any account, but I saw the notification for this one, and… I dunno, some cord inside of me was hit just right. It’s more than likely that my own condition has gotten worse and I need the therapeutic comfort too… whatever it is I need to thank you for giving me a chance to allow myself to enjoy doing this again. As for my other nonnie who initially requested Luci and Asmo, (whose ask will be answered after this), thank you too, I’m glad that I can be sort of help and comfort for a condition that isn’t really acknowledged enough.

⚠️TW: Annorexia; Mentions of body image issues; Bad grammar⚠️

Lucifer

⭐️ Lucifer prides himself on knowing much about the human condition, despite not fully understanding it; and he prides himself on knowing his darling exchange student very well… but this...

⭐️ He doesn’t notice it at first, mostly because he doesn’t care to notice at first. Themskipping out on a few meals is a bit annoying, but nothing too concerning to him as they seemed healthy -- happy even.

⭐️ He does acknowledge it is… a bit unnatural… not what they should be doing, but so long as they are healthy there should be no issues.

⭐️ However, it gets to the point where they’re skipping multiple meals in a day, and they look pale and tired all the time. They hardly have the energy to do much anymore, and they’re most definitely falling behind in their classes from how distracted they are.

⭐️ He tried to step in then, but they just told him that they were fine, and began a semi-normal eating routine again… his pride wouldn’t allow him to press any further when there wasn’t much reason to.

⭐️ It wasn’t until Satan walked into his office one day, clearly riled up and very upset with him that he realized the gravity of the situation.

⭐️ Satan explained to him what they were doing was seriously harming their body and health, and that it needed to be dealt with unless he wanted to see his darling human fade away before his very eyes.

⭐️ That is when he decided to step in because he may not know many things about humans -- not that he would admit that -- but if Satan was seeking out his help in such a fashion it must be serious.

⭐️ So he takes them aside and asks them to explain it to him, because how could they neglect such an essential part of their health? Why would they do this to themselves? There had to be a logical explanation...

⭐️ When they do explain, he’s left a bit confused, and a bit upset at himself. He could’ve done something about this from the beginning, or at least stopped it from developing so severely… but of course, he didn’t, and there’s nothing he can do but help them get better now.

⭐️ He starts by reintroducing them to food via having his brothers and himself cook up food that he knows they like, staying at the dinner table with them until they finish their plate entirely.

⭐️ He also begins taking time out of his work to listen to them and better understand their situation, while also quietly assuring them that they are not alone, he is there and he always will be.

⭐️ He takes everything on himself because it’s, in his eyes at least, the best way to deal with such an issue. If he can watch over everything, he can be sure that they are taking great care of themselves.

⭐️ And, of course, he assures them that their body is only a small fraction of what makes them his human. No matter if they were underweight, overweight, anorexic, or not he loves them and he always will.

⭐️ His pride may get in his way sometimes, but when his human is involved he will always find a way to overcome it and care for them as they need.

Asmodeus

🌸 Asmo is more than likely one of the first brothers to notice -- or acknowledge he notices -- just after Mammon and Satan, who notice near immediately.

🌸 However, they seem to at least be eating a bit, and their personality and beauty still shone brightly to all of them, so there really shouldn’t be any reason to worry… right? Right?

🌸 He doesn’t want to bother them if nothing is wrong, because as long as they’re a healthy weight they’re doing fine, so he doesn’t have to worry at all!

🌸 No, the truth of the matter is Asmo is worried, seriously worried about them. Eating too much wasn’t good for the body, but eating too little was even worse in his opinion. The physical effects were so much more damming to them, and it was so scary to watch it happen.

🌸 He notices that they’re a few sizes smaller than they usually would be, their complexion is sickly and pale, and their eye bags and little marks that would normally be unnoticeable seemed to stand out on their skin.

🌸 They weren’t looking good, needless to say, and it made him panic a bit. He didn’t want to see his adorable human rot away from something that could be helped.

🌸 As someone who, in the past, had struggled to find a balanced way to keep up healthy body weight and shape that satisfied his perfectionist mindset, he understood what they were going through better than any of his brothers.

🌸 Which is why he doesn’t let it go further than skipping a few meals before he decided to step in. He doesn’t want them to suffer through this kind of thing any longer than they already have, he just wants them to be happy and feel loved.

🌸 So, of course, he has a spa night. Just the two of them talking and having fun together where no one could bother them, and that’s when he asks them what’s been going on. And he listens intensively to every word they have to say, wanting to understand what they’re going through more than anything.

🌸 After they’re done, Asmo wordlessly brings them into a hug, allowing them to cry or calm down or just think for a moment about what they just admitted before Asmo said anything to them. He just wanted them to know that this feeling was okay and that they shouldn’t be ashamed to feel.

🌸 He spends the rest of the night making them feel loved -- no not like that -- telling them how beautiful they are, how much he loves them, and how much he thinks they deserve from the world.

🌸 After that he wakes them up early so they can devise an eating plan that they think would work well for them because they shouldn’t be starving their body of the essential nutrients that it needs. And they work for a very long time on this plan because they deserve nothing but the best, and Asmo is damn determined to give that to them.

🌸 With him its constant affection and reassurance that they’re doing great, even if they skipped a meal or messed up a bit Asmo is right there to figure out what went wrong and assure them that they can do better next time

🌸 Overall he’s surprisingly gentle and caring with the situation, wanting more than anything to make them know that they’re loved and they can get through this by themselves, if not with a little encouragement from him and his brothers.

Belphegor

🐄 He is absolutely the last of the brothers to notice and the last one to take action, partly because he genuinely didn’t notice a change in behavior and partly because he thinks that someone else will deal with it so he doesn’t have to.

🐄 Of course things don’t go in his favor, none of his brothers know how to deal with this kind of situation, or they all think since they’re his human he should be the one to deal with it… and… yeah fair, but it seemed like a bother.

🐄 Yeah, Belphegor isn’t the most… sensitive to this issue… he’s actually pretty damn rude about it for a long time. He doesn’t get it, “If you need to eat then eat, don’t starve yourself for no reason, you stupid human.”

🐄 He only gets worried when he notices that their physical appearance has changed because if even he is noticing then it’s getting to a point where things need to change and they need to change fast.

🐄 Only problem? Belphie doesn’t really know what to do about it, he’s never really dealt with things like this. He and Beel had never had issues with their appearances or their eating habits -- well Beel was a special case in that regard.

🐄 So, surprise, Belphie takes time away from napping to do some research on this stuff, because while he thinks it’s dumb he does want his stupid little human to take care of themselves, or else he wouldn’t have a stupid little human to love.

🐄 With a bare minimum understanding of the disorder and a genuine want to help, Belphie decided to ask them about what was bothering them so much that they weren’t eating the nice food everyone was making for them.

🐄 Well, to say he was annoyed with their answer would be an understatement, he was angry. How could they think so little of themselves, he wouldn’t be so infatuated with them if he thought so little of them.

🐄 He assures them that their body size shouldn’t matter at all, because that’s not why he likes them in the first place, albeit a bit rudely.

🐄 His approach to it is aggressive but loving and a bit annoyed at the thought of them not taking care of themselves. He just wants them to be happy and healthy that’s all, he just doesn’t know how to express that in normal ways.

🐄 He asks his brothers for help, especially Satan and Beel, since he trusts that they would have a better understanding for such a topic than he ever could.

🐄 Beel helps by setting up a workout and sort of introducing them to foods slowly again, he’s by far more gentle than Belphegor with this kind of stuff and has a much better way of reassuring them.

🐄 As for Satan, he’s just more educated on this and Belphegor goes to him for advice on how to help more. What’s the best types of foods, what kinds of ways can i reassure them? stuff like that.

🐄 Overall the approach is lazy, sloppy, and a bit harsh, but it’s clear that he’s doing his best and just wants them to be happy in the end all.

Thank you. Hope you enjoyed.

[floxalopex]

I didn't want to say it. But since today it's "the day against food waste". Anyways, maybe it's something made up only by my trauma. After all I told you, I'm a mess.

Let's be as quick as possible.

Spop, to me, likes to introduce as many themes as possible, as many sexual orientations as possible, as many body types as possible...but fails to "deal with them".

About body spectrum.

Premise: I have the body type of "if Glimmer and Entrapta had a child". I went through obesity (not overweight, OBESITY, like 110+ kg) during my childhood, maybe as a coping mechanism I don't know, nor I want to remember. I "solved" the problem when I was 13.

I went through anorexia. Sadly Tumblr is disgustingly filled with advices about fasting, skipping meals, detox and other crap.

One more thing: the ignorant society we live in thinks that "anorexia=fragile little girl who takes classical dance lessons and smokes and is a walking skeleton". It's. Not. That. Simple.

If I saw a male adult man losing 50 kg in 2 months I would easily suspect anorexia.

When I realized I had a problem, that I didn't have my period for months, that I was losing hair and eyesight, that my skin was getting ill, that I was fainting everywhere, that I was suffering signs of dehydratation, that my nails were broken due to malnutrition and that I was losing every curve of my body and I searched for help...they didn't believe me. "Yh but you are still a bit stocky, actually you should lose a bit more" "stop complaining, you should try harder" "you skipped every dinner for three months? You didn't eat anything in four days? Pfff, I did worse" "you are too curvy to be anorexic, you are bulimic at best. What, you don't induce yourself vomit? Well... You are still not looking like an anorexic that's all".

People didn't listen, sadly my family was even complimenting me. I felt trapped. At a certain point I even felt they were right.

I was stocky yes, but I now realize it was because I have a strong built thorax and hips, my shoulders are just strong because I did a lot of swimming in the past. It's not fat. It's my body.

Anyways my parents eventually understood I had a real problem when I fainted once in the middle of the road during Summer. So they forced me to eat again. I did. I do.

But, even if 6 years passed, I have still troubles. I need to set alarms to remember to eat. I have to force myself sometimes. It's nearly impossible for me to eat when I'm in front of others. I feel judged. I know it's just in my head, but still.

About Spop: so, it's Glimmer and Spinnerella. You know what I find amazing? When I see curvy women eating. I don't like to promote obesity, but you know what I mean. It's nice to see a person eating, regardeless of the body type, seeing a person have a strong body. I don't know how to describe it, it's just me maybe. I just, mmm would like to be like them again. To enjoy eating.

I would have liked to see Glimmer and Spinnerella eat ...more.

Glimmer gave her food to Adora once, Castaspella asked her if her mother was giving her enough food (that sentence, with the implication of a severe diet put on Glimmer give me goosebumps). But the way she almost never ate on Horde Prime ship. That's so horrible. Throwing food, I hate myself for having done that. I wish to go back sometimes to shake myself. Food is not an enemy, it's a gift. People would kill to have food everyday. I know that now.

For Spinnerella well, Netossa said she was only offered vegetable snacks by her wife during a game night or something.

I have this impression: you are fat? You must only eat healty.

I'm vegetarian (for my own silly reasons), my diet is almost only plant based. I don't like tempeh, expensive unhealty meat surrogates, I genuinly like vegetables and beans. I'm a bit chubbier than when I was anorexic (thankfully) but when it's Saturday night I eat pizza. Or fries. During a "gaming night", so like a funny occasion, you should indulge in more junky food. It's okay to eat it sometimes, it's food anyways (I don't even like the "junk" term put on it).

Fat people are fat for a lot of reasons.

Hormonal problems, sickness, depression, or the heck, maybe because they like to eat. You should never judge them, nor try to correct them. It's their life, their decision, not yours. A fat person isn't "a bit more acceptable" if they only eat healty food. A fat person is a person. And every person has their comfort food.

I don't have a model body, I'm like a short stocky thingy, and I hate when people say "have you ever done a diet in your life?" "You could be stunning if only you lose a bit of weight on your hips". Like you don't know me and you have no idea of what I went through. And again, lose weight? That's an obsolete definition for dieting, I can "lose weight" even by cutting my arm.

I don't know guys, I would have liked Glimmer and Spinnerella to...eat more. Maybe.

Maybe it's just me being selfish and wanting to see a person with a certain body type acting like a "normal" person. And eat. I don't know.

I wish I didn't offend anyone, I just want to know your opinions about it.

Honorable mentions: I wish with all my heart for Hordak to eat more. Yes, I know that there might be another explanation for that, but I felt touched when he didn't eat his soup. I know it was disgusting (my baby Entrapta is a princess, I bet she never cooked before). But still. You know.

Oh and thanks to the Entrapdak fic writers who address this issue. Trust me, it's very important.

Oh by the way, have this drawing by Botticelli called "Allegoria dell'Abbondanza" to celebrate this day.

Remember: be always grateful for your food.

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Under the read more is a fic that takes place in my Found Family AU, a few months after Roman is taken by Logan and Patton. It is a concept that has been in my head for a while, but I have been hesitant (and still am, if I’m being honest) to post. It is a very introspective Fic and as such has no real resolution.

TW: eating disorder 

Roman starred at his reflection in the mirror and held back a sigh. Patton was right. He’d definitely put on a little weight. Okay, so what Patton actually said was that he was looking healthier than when he’d first moved in, but tomato, tomahto. It had been his weight, more specifically the concerning lack thereof, that had caused concern among his teacher and eventually led to his being taken out of that foster home.

Roman ran his hands down his torso and across his midriff watching the way they moved over his body. It wasn’t like there was any real “pudge” to speak of, but still he felt something uncomfy swimming in his chest.

“Maybe just some sit ups to help tone your stomach a little.”

Roman grimaced at the memory of the suggestion one of his foster mom had made to him at the ripe age of twelve. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and followed it with a baggy hoodie, then closed the closet door to hide the mirror.

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He was in front of the mirror again.

Turning this way and that way. There was a morbid satisfaction to hints of the out lines of his rib cage that deep down he knew wasn’t healthy.

It wasn’t that he thought he’d been fat before. In fact the word had never crossed his mind, though he could admit to the possibility of the comments he had received when it became obvious he had lost weight to be a factor.

He hadn’t really  thought about the whole thing that much till it had been pointed out to him. And if he were being honest, he wasn’t even sure when it had happened. What comment made him aware of it. If it was a comment on how thin he was, how he needed to eat more to put some weight, or the actual notion that he had lost weight and then gained some of it back.

He’d just found one day that he didn’t want to gain anymore of the weight back that he’d lost.

It wasn’t that he was “afraid” per se, but he was definitely resistant to the idea. Very strongly resistant, at times, but still. Not afraid. It wasn’t like he was anorexic or anything.  He didn’t think himself “fat” and he wasn’t afraid to gain weight. He just…really didn’t want to.

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Roman stared down in satisfaction at the number staring back up at him from the scale. It wasn’t quite as low as it had been when Patton and Logan had first taken him in, but it was close. Meaning he’d lost some of the weight he’d gained over the last several months.

There was something satisfy about seeing the number even if in the back of his head he knew it wasn’t exactly healthy.

But it wasn’t unhealthy, he reasoned. It was neutral. That was all.

It was fine, he tried to tell himself, trying to brush away the creeping thought that being so preoccupied by the subject probably would be concerning if anyone else knew about it.

Thankfully no one else did.

Roman’s face twisted into a grimace. It was better this way. If anyone knew they’d make him gain the weight again and he didn’t want to do that. He was fine. It wasn’t like he was starving himself or anything so it was fine.

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“Underweight”

Roman felt himself breathing a sigh of relief at the little purple box that marked his current status.

The irony wasn’t lost on him. He’d started by looking up “early signs of eating disorder” and when he was hit and miss on the symptoms he’d decided to search what would qualify as underweight. As it turned out he did. It was an odd feeling to be sure.

It wasn’t like he was terrified to gain weight like WebMD had listed. He just didn’t want to. He didn’t need to. It was fine. It’s not like he was having dizzy spells, or losing his hair, or anything like that, so it was fine. He was fine. Sure, he was underweight according to the CDC, but it was, like, by a pound or two, so it was fine.

He felt a sort of vague, not-quite gnawing sensation in his stomach, but he’d recently had lunch and even had a small snack after, so it was fine. He’d just wait till dinner to eat.

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He was waiting for someone to notice, to say something. He hadn’t wanted to admit it at first, but the more he thought about it the more he realized it was true.

He wanted someone to ask if he was okay.

It was a tricky and confusing thing. From what he had been reading he didn’t really fit the criteria for having an eating disorder, but the idea had still become stuck in his head.

But he wasn’t there. Not really. Being resistant to the idea of gaining weight wasn’t he same as being scared to gain weight.

Still…

Roman found himself wanting to reach out. To ask for help.

But there wasn’t a problem.

Not really.

He’d looked it up several times and he really didn’t seem to meet the criteria for having an eating disorder.

So he didn’t have any reason to ask for help. He wasn’t really sick. It would be selfish of him to ask for help if he wasn’t really sick. He didn’t want to seem like he was grasping for attention or something.

Besides, no one had asked if he was okay so it couldn’t be that bad.  

Sure, there had been a few passing, teasing sort of comments about his thinness. About how maybe he should have an extra breadstick or a second helping of pasta, but no one seemed concerned, so it was fine. He was fine.

He’d been hanging around the edge of that number for a while, so it wasn’t like he was super underweight or anything. He was fine. It was fine.

Still.

It would be nice to talk to someone about it. Anyone.

But he didn’t really have an eating disorder. And he didn’t look like what most people thought of when they thought about people with eating disorders, he wasn't at an extreme one way or the other, so it was fine. He was fine. He just needed to stop thinking about it so much.

Roman snickered bitterly to himself. That was the whole problem, wasn’t it? “Preoccupied with one’s weight”, it was the only reason he’d even began to look into reading on eating disorders and the only symptom he ever really seemed to have. But it was only one real symptom, so it was fine. He was fine.

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Roman let out a small groan and rubbed his temple. There barest trace of a pain building there that typically indicated low blood sugar.

Maybe just a small snack before dinner would be okay. Just enough to stave off the headache.

He eyed the little container of tootsie rolls in his desk drawer. One or two of those should do the trick and it would be faster than anything else.

He popped open the little cylinder and plucked out one of the candies, then quickly discarded the wrapped. He glanced over the nutrition facts as he chewed the candy. Not even really reading it for the sake of taking information. Just looking at it.

The serving size was five rolls, but he didn’t need that many, just one or two would suffice. If anything a small cup of juice would take out the headache with no problem. Probably.

Roman shook his head. It was fine, he was fine, just… overthinking things. He’d eat at dinner. It would be fine. He stared at the cup of water on his desk and sighed.

He really wished he could talk to someone about this.

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