#tw body insecurity

[niphredil-14]

TW: MENTIONS OF BODY (MAINLY STOMACH) RELATED INSECURITIES

Imagine being insecure because you don’t feel pretty, you’re too chubby and your stomach isn’t flat enough for you to feel pretty in the sense that the skinny girls are, but you’re too small to feel pretty in the way that the fat girls are, just stuck in the middle- mediocre and medium ugly.

Imagine having that insecurity, but not being able to fully hate your body for it because when Donnie’s been cooped up in his lab not eating, sleeping, or drinking, the only thing that can convince him to leave his lab is the prospect of cuddling with you and being allowed to use your tummy as a pillow. He loves it so much that it steals him away from his unhealthy habits, and even if it can’t make you love yourself, maybe it helps you to have a bit more compassion for yourself and your body

#tw body image #tw body dysmorphia #tw body insecurity #tmnt #RotTMNT #tmnt x reader #RotTMNT x reader #tmnt donatello #tmnt Donnie #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader

[thornsnvultures]

eddie munson x plus size!fem!reader, 18+

a little drabble loosely based on this text post cause I was having a feeling-bad-about-my-body day and I know eddie would be having absolutely none of that ♡

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Thick, ringed fingers holding you, pressing into where your tummy dips and fold and rolls. Your legs are spread wide, Eddie's thighs holding yours open, leaving you exposed, bared completely to the mirror in front of you. It's hard to look at first, your head turning into the soft curls at his neck, hiding from your reflection.

"Uh-uh. Look, baby. Look'it how she opens up for me."

It took a long time, learning how not to hate yourself. Learning that everything you hated about you was the opinion of someone who didn't love you, didn't care. It took a long time to look in the mirror and be okay, to accept. Not always celebrating, or loving, but sometimes admiring, appreciating. Understanding that your body didn't hold the entirety of your worth.

And Eddie did enough loving for the both of you anyway.

For a while you stayed away from skinny boys like him, afraid they'd do more damage to all that hard work. But Eddie... there was something different about him. You knew it right away. He wasn't ashamed to be seen with you, wasn't asking you to stay the night only to pretend like he didn't know who you were in front of his friends. He worshipped you, fully worshipped you properly. That can't keep his hands off you, needs you by his side 24/7, thinks you've hung the moon kind of worship.

It was intense at first. You thought he'd get tired of you, move on in a week or two have his fun until something better came along. But it's been months, years of him loving you like no one else has before and, no matter your own reservations about your body, you believe him when he tells you, when he shows you just how much.

His thick fingers delve into your core, a reward for finally looking back at your reflection. The sopping wet center of you wets his winding fingers, the sound obscene as he makes tight circles around your clit.

"The prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

You want to tease, to ask just how many he's seen to make that claim, but you can't form words with the way he's jackhammering his thick fingers in and out of your cunt.

"That's it, princess. Making such a mess for me."

Eddie presses kisses to your temple, down your soft jawline. You stare with rapt attention, jaw practically hanging to the floor and eyes glazed, hazy but laser focused on the ring of your creamy juices around Eddie's knuckles.

His fingers curl into the roof of your cunt, pushing, searching for your release like he needs it more than you do. He's begging in your ear for you to give it to him.

"Show me, princess. Shhhh, I got you," his other hand moves to your clit to work the aching nub when you whine, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. "Give it to me. Want you to see yourself cum. You're so pretty when you cum on my cock."

Your thighs tense and shake at the mention of his cock and you're bombarded with images of him bending you over in front of this mirror, his fat cock stuffed in your cunt to the base and before you can catch your breath you're screaming, clenching down on his fingers and wailing like a cat in heat. Your eyes never leave your sweaty, heaving body in the mirror. Full breats shuddering, shaking as you gasp for air. Your tummy clenching against Eddie's arm pressed to your middle, holding you tight.

"That's it. Fuck, that's it, baby."

Eddie drags his fingers from your pussy, pulsing and grasping for his fingers, begging them not to leave.

He catches your gaze in the mirror, watching you watching him with his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

"Did so good for me, princess. So good, so beautiful."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #tw body insecurity #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson imagines #my fics #tbh i hate writing negative body shit but i needed to get this out of me

[yearningsaphic]

Does anyone else look in the mirror long enough and examine your features to the point where you start to get physically nauseous? Just me? Ok

#body dysmorphia #body dysmorphic disorder #body image #body image issues #tw body image #tw body dysmorphia #tw body issues #tw body talk #face dysmorphia #tw body insecurity #tw body mention

[iaxsl]

Modern au where Sanji and Luffy fall in love while Sanji is engaged. Similar to the events of WCI, Sanji is in a forced business marriage. A merger of Germa Tech. and LinLin Industries. Sanji has no feelings of hatred, he accepts since that is what he’s supposed to do, and who knows, maybe he will fall in love with whomever he’s engaged to. At least then, he’ll be able to leave his family. He signs up at a gym after snide remarks from his family about his weight and meets Luffy as he struggles with one of the machines. Luffy is pure sunshine, and Sanji envies that; he seems so free. Luffy is a personal trainer part-time and a semi-pro boxer. As they spend more time together, Sanji starts to realize that he’s falling more and more in love with Luffy (for added drama, he maybe doesn’t tell Luffy that he’s engaged). Luffy falls first; he tells Sanji as such after Sanji cooks for him for the first time (maybe as a thank you, but also as an excuse to spend more time together). Sanji is hesitant, though he feels the same way, but Luffy doesn’t give up. Somehow, Sanji’s family realizes what’s happening, and they find Luffy. They threaten him and attempt to silence him, Luffy fights back and wins (obviously). He goes to talk to Sanji, and Sanji finally tells Luffy everything. Luffy gets upset, not at Sanji, but at his family and wishes he beat up the goons they sent even harder. Luffy and Sanji meet up with the smartest person Luffy knows (Nami), and together, they come up with a solution. Something something, Sanji finally confronts his family and gets together with Luffy.

#picturing Reiju as having left the family years prior and regrets not taking Sanji with her. so maybe there's a scene where they reconnect #anyways pls tell me something like this exists somewhere #or if someone that writes wants to take this then please go for it!! and also let me know so I can read it #tbh could be any sanji ship but I just really love sanlu #sanlu #black leg sanji #monkey d luffy #sanji #luffy #one piece #oh also -> #tw weight #tw body insecurity #the vinsmokes suck

[normalfrances]

Sudden and overwhelming body dysmorphia ft. Other feelings™️ from our friend Spot

#the spot #the spot across the spiderverse #angst #the spot fanart #tw body insecurity #i’m in a mood #spider man: across the spider verse #I promise to make him happy later #johnathan ohnn

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Of all the things his partners could have chosen to fawn over, it had to be one of Billy’s biggest insecurities.

It had to be his stomach.

He’s learned to relax a little. To eat full meals and let himself have snacks without feeling guilty for consuming them. It’s still hard, but he’s trying to fight that little voice in the back of his head with common sense.

If he’s hungry, he should eat. A packet of crackers between meals isn’t going to kill him.

Steve said once that if he’s eating as much as he’s supposed to and he gains a little weight, that it was weight he was supposed to gain.

Now, he’s not chubby by any means, but he’s… getting there. The cut of his jawline isn’t as pronounced and his abs are gone. His ass has never looked better, he supposes, but that doesn’t seem to faze either of it partners.

Because they’re into weird shit, apparently.

That much could always be assumed of Eddie, but Steve? Steve was the surprise.

He’s the one who’s always checking to see whether or not Billy has eaten, always touching and kissing and never using the word stomach because apparently tummy sounds better to him.

It’s all very endearing. Makes Billy feel a little less shitty about himself.

Until Steve says some choice words during sex.

He has Billy pinned to the mattress, rolling his hips steadily, and spreading Billy’s legs as wide as they’ll get.

Eddie’s off somewhere, probably watching He-Man in the next room with his stiffy tucked into the waistband of his boxers because he can hear everything. Waiting patiently until he’s ready to come claim his sloppy seconds.

The blond’s skin is flushed from head to toe, and his breaths have been reduced to little pants and sighs that leave him in time with Steve’s thrusts.

He’s anticipating Eddie coming in any minute. Shuffling in beside Steve and filling Billy up even more — they’ve done it before, and he hasn’t been able to get it out of his head ever since.

Just thinking about watching his partners make out hot and heavy while they rail him has an ache settling into his core. Like he needs it.

Steve snaps his hips harder, eyes focused down at Billy through his lashes.

It’s perfect. Billy’s eyes well with tears, and just as his back begins to come away from the bed, Steve reaches out. Splays a hand against Billy’s stomach and presses, and his eyes may as well roll back into his skull.

“Taking such good care of yourself,” he sighs.

And Billy, nearly at his peak, furrows his brows. Confused. His body is still overcome with tremors not a second later. He groans and arches his back, painfully aware of how Steve’s hand stays put.

Steve buries himself deep after another few thrusts and comes hard. Has to stabilize himself with his hands on the mattress at Billy’s sides while he comes down from the high. For a moment, they breathe the same breath. Bask in the heat radiating from one another.

Then, Steve leans down. Kisses just below Billy’s ribs, and smooths his thumb back and forth over his skin right under his navel where he’s softest.

Now, he’s not really one for I love you’s but Billy’s pretty sure he’s damn close to saying it right now.

“Dirty talk took a weird turn,” he breathes.

Allows his body to relax against the mattress once again as he sweeps a hand through his sweat-slick hair. Steve hums amusedly against his skin, and Billy can feel the outline of his smile.

“Sorry,” Steve says. “Couldn’t help myself.”

He continues to lavish Billy’s stomach with attention. Wordless praise stamped into his flesh in the form of gentle, loving kisses and rubs.

It feels especially nice in the afterglow.

Maybe Billy’s into weird shit too.

Maybe this shit was never that weird in the first place.

“Aw, is Billy getting some tummy lovin’?” Eddie lilts.

He appears suddenly, jumping on the bed and causing the blond’s muscles to tense up from the surprise of it.

“Mhmm,” Steve hums.

A warm, damp washcloth smooths over his abdomen, courtesy of Eddie. He wipes up the evidence of Billy’s pleasure and leans down to press his lips to his forehead after.

“Good.” Eddie tosses the cloth aside, landing softly in the nest of dirty laundry that he’s conveniently left on the floor, and smooths his hands down Billy’s ribs from above. “Soft tummies need extra love.”

Billy’s face heats up. Especially when he feels Steve’s cock give a kick where it’s still buried inside him.

“You guys are so weird,” he huffs.

“We just love you, sweetheart,” Steve coos. Interlocks his fingers with Eddie’s over Billy’s sides. “And we love your tum—“

“If you say that word one more time, I’m gonna lose it.”

Steve snickers. Begins kissing around Billy’s navel softly, and it’s glaringly obvious that he’s starting to fill out again. Billy can fucking feel it.

Above him, Eddie sits up. Slides off the mattress gingerly and begins unfastening his belt as he rounds the bed.

“He’s right, you know,” he lilts.

Takes hold of one of Billy’s legs, just below his knee, and spreads him wider. The stretch has a groan leaving the blond’s lips.

Steve stands up straight, chewing his lip eagerly as he watches Eddie pull his cock out.

The two make eye contact briefly. Then they’re tilting into a kiss. The sight has Billy feeling a warm pool of electricity in his belly, especially when Eddie peaks at him out of the corner of his eye.

Like he can’t go a few seconds without looking at him.

A thumb gently swipes back and forth over Billy’s thigh, where he’s still being held, and he can’t help that his skin suddenly feels like it’s blistering with heat.

Maybe it’s not so bad that they picked a strange part of him to fawn over. It can’t be if it gets him in situations like this.

He just has to get used to his tummy being appreciated first.

#harringroveson #stedilly #metalsandwich #billy x steve x eddie #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #lemons #I guess #tw body insecurity #tw weight #body worship #chubby billy hargrove #verging on kink territory? I’m still too shy to post most of my chubby billy stuff #it’s very light #his bfs just like that he’s happy and healthy #ficlet #my writing #not edited

[anxious-witch]

Analysis of Jan and Nace photos number two, because I am insane and I kept rearranging the pictures to get a coherent story.

For the record, this isn't only subjective at this point, I am legit clowning, but I am having feels and idc.

Light and dark, or as @c28hunter pointed out, ying and yang. (Perhaps a theme? Since Kris and Bojan were water and fire, Nace and Jan are light and dark?)

I'd go with this being them before each other.

Doesn't necessarily have to be before they met, although that's certainly one way to look at it. But this is them before they truly connected.

Nace is in the harsh light, he feels too exposed, like all his imperfections are on display. He is all too aware of it, gripping his shirt tightly and crossing his arms over his chest. In that way, only his arms and tattoos are on display, his chest staying hidden.

When he is alone, in the light, he is tortured by his thoughts, and he tries to particularly hide his face with his hands in picture two. In picture three, he has clearly been gagged, his face twisted up from all the ways he tried to make himself fit into something he is not. Into something acceptable in the eyes of others.

Jan, on the other hand, is cloud in darkness. Dark background and the light that illuminates his features is softer, leaving more gray.

He stays in the shadows, and covers up his face with his hand and hair. We are not prvy to all of him. And yet, the first picture is giving a sense of resignation. He looks tired. He is looking at us, he knows he is being observed, even in part and he wants nothing to with it.

In the second picture, he looks more distrustful, his eyes away from the camera and covered by his hair. Almost as if he is giving someone off the frame a side eye. Maybe showing his own distrust, even to those that aren't looking to dig things up about him?

The two I put as next are these. On the left, we have Jan and Nace in the sane shot, but not quite a unit yet. But we already see a change here. They are both now clouded more in the shadow, Nace even more so than Jan, as if Jan is giving him the protection of his shadow here.

Nace looks intently into the camera, but he doesn't look tortured or afraid in the same way he did when he was alone, under the light. He still hides his body, this time with a coat, we don't even see his neck, only his face.

Jan on the other hand, lost that resignation we saw in the first part. He still looks mistrustful, but now he has something to lose. He keeps a close eye on us, while still he remains partially hidden.

On the picture on the right, we get a glimpse of the true intimacy between them. They stare at each others' eyes. There is a palpable softness, even as their noses are blurred with the soft gray. As many ppl pointed out, it almost looks like they are in the shower, partially covered by fog from the hot water, or behind a glass door.

The care they have for one another is the focus, not their reaction to the viewer. They don't know they are being seen.

In comparison to the left one above, this picture has harsher lines. They are being more exposed and Jan is stepping closer to Nace, once again, showing that underlying protectivness. But Nace isn't scared, he is showing off his face fully and giving us an intense stare. He isn't alone in the light anymore, and Jan makes him brave.

Another intimate moment of them laughing. Jan's face further softens and he looks almost silly. Nace's eyes are half closed in laughter. It's giving us a glimpse of how they are safe and happy when there is no one watching. There is more light, but compared to the photo on the left, the light isn't harsh.

Then we get to this. The first time I saw this picture, I immediately thought "this is on the verge of being sexual". But on the closer inspection, this picture conveys sm more than that.

It's a callback to Nace's individual photos, where he was gagged and twisted up. After he and Jan met, he got more comfortable speaking up, forgetting about the viewer. Even here, he isn't looking at us, but rather at Jan because we matter less now. What matters is Jan.

But Jan is still very aware that we are watching. He covers Nace's mouth, but if we look at his hand, it's almost gentle. It's a warning of someone who cares. It's as if he is saying "don't speak before you are ready".

And at last, we get to these. Inverted from the start, we get Jan's cover of darkness first. I am still unsure if Nace is present in the shot at the edge of the picture or not, but either way, I still think this picture can be ready as another way of Jan protecting Nace from our view.

He is taking the toll of our gaze on himself and staring back defiantly. "I have something to lose now, and I will not let you touch it any more than I allow." Gone is the resignation, and instead there is a fierce protector born out of it. The dark that used to resign him is now a way to keep someone he loves safe(in whichever way that love may manifest).

Then we have Nace. Nace who is once again in the light, but it's far from the harsh one he was in before. And Nace doesn’t hide from it and neither does he preform.

He has bits of himself he wants to show on display and he is comfortable with being seen. He feels safe.

To be loved is to be changed. And they both changed, finding balance within each other. I don't know if this was how the pictures were meant to be sorted, but I certainly had fun analyzing them this way.

If anyone has anything to add or maybe wants to switch something around, I'd love to know your thoughts! Sorry for emotional ramblings on a random Tuesday, lmao

#joker out #rio rambles #jance #jan peteh #nace jordan #tw body dysphoria #tw body insecurity #rio's analysis

[traumatizeddfox]

#traumacore #actuallytraumatized #vent art #actuallymentallyill #actuallyabused #angercore #ventcore #ok to reblog #actuallybpd #quiet bpd #tw body image #tw body insecurity #body dysmorphia

[loopspoop]

Chapter 13, give it up for Chapter 13! Finally got some of the gang being cute together! Zenigata is questioning a lot of his placement with the gang and Lupin is an insufferable flirt!

TW: body image issues

“Yes…no, sir, I haven’t physically seen them but I know- no- yes, I understand, but I know them. They’re holed up and it’s in the best interest of your country that I stake the area out until I have intel that they’ve moved on to another country….I understand sir, I won’t let you down. You have my word, Mr. Alarie. Yes, sir, goodbye.” Zenigata sighed, hanging up his mobile phone as he rubbed his face.

“And who exactly was that?” Fujiko raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she leaned in the doorway to the kitchen.

Zenigata jumped, nearly dropping his phone as he turned and looked at her with wide eyes. “F-Fujiko-! Don’t sneak up on me like that..”

“Who were you talking to, inspector?” Fujiko walked in, frowning a bit. “Selling us out? The boys wouldn’t be too happy about that.” She looked at him sternly. “And I wouldn’t be either.”

Zenigata bit his lip, shaking his head quickly. “It isn’t like that-!”

“Then what is it like?” Fujiko grabbed his tie, pulling him down to her level. “Because we don’t mess around when it comes to sellouts, Zenigata. Especially right now.”

“Now, hold on!” Zenigata frowned nervously, holding his hands up. “I just had to check in with the French sector of ICPO since I’m only here to catch you guys. I’m not selling you out, I just had to check in.”

“And what exactly did you tell them?” Fujiko frowned, searching his face for any trace of dishonesty.

“I just told them that I was staking out a building on the other side of the country that you had all holed up in. And that I couldn’t leave until I caught you or until I had word that you had all moved on somewhere else.” Zenigata frowned, sighing softly. “I understand you’re not entirely trusting of me, and that’s fair, but I’m not selling you guys out. Not with Lupin in the condition he’s in. The last thing I want is anyone trying anything so soon after what happened.”

Fujiko studied his expression, sighing softly after a moment before she let go of his tie. She could play rough if she had to..but she really didn’t want to do something like that after Zenigata had been so helpful lately. She wasn’t someone who trusted easily, but Zenigata hadn’t double crossed them yet. He seemed trustworthy for the time being.

“Okay.” Fujiko nodded a bit. “I trust that. But next time, you tell us. Sneaking around will end up with Jigen putting a hole in that nice coat of yours.”

Zenigata smiled sheepishly, nodding as he rubbed his nape. “I’ll keep that in mind..”

“Good boy.” Fujiko smiled, kissing his cheek before she turned back toward the living room. “Lupin-?”

Zenigata blushed a bit, peeking over her shoulder as he looked into the living room. Lupin sat on the couch, comforter from the upstairs bed wrapped around him in his entirety, including most of his head except his mouth and nose. He looked a bit silly like that, especially since the house was pretty warm. What was he doing, exactly?

“What’re you doing, sweetie?” Fujiko walked over, frowning as she sat beside him.

“Oh, y’know..” Lupin shrugged a bit. “Just relaxing.”

“You’ve got to be hot in that, though?“ Zenigata frowned, reaching for the blanket as he leaned over the back of the couch.

“No-!” Lupin flinched away, curling in on himself further. “I’m okay..just…it’s okay, leave it.”

Fujiko frowned, looking back at Zenigata quietly. The inspector frowned, moving back slightly as he looked at Fujiko. Okay..so something was definitely up. He didn’t seem like he was physically hurting, though. Fujiko sighed, standing as she looked back at Lupin. She would sort this out.

“Okay, I’m going upstairs for a bit. Zenigata’s gonna stay here with you. I’ll be right back.” Fujiko said gently, walking upstairs.

She walked into the bedroom, frowning at the mess strewn around the room and the gunman and samurai in the middle of the closet looking through everything. They had basically emptied the entire closet onto the ground. She was not going to rewash all of these clothes just because they couldn’t clean up after themselves. She cleared her throat, causing the two of them to jump, Goemon smacking his head on a shelf.

“What the hell, Fujiko?! Warn a guy, will ya?” Jigen huffed, crossing his arms as he looked out at her.

“That would be favorable..” Goemon mumbled, rubbing his head.

“What’s wrong with Lupin?” Fujiko frowned, walking in. “And what did you do to this room? I’m not cleaning this up.”

“We aren’t expectin’ you to.” Jigen sighed, kicking a pile of clothes to the side.

“Lupin seems like he’s feeling…insecure…with his current appearance.” Goemon frowned. “We were trying to find him something comfortable to wear instead of the comforter.”

“That’s what’s going on?“ Fujiko frowned, looking around at all the clothes on the floor.

“Yes.” Goemon nodded. “All we’re finding are summer clothes, though.”

“Nope! I just found the solution to our problems.” Jigen smiled, pulling an ICPO hoodie out of the closet. “I forgot Pops was livin’ in here for two weeks.”

“That…actually might work.” Fujiko smiled a bit. “I didn’t know they gave out stuff like that.”

“Neither did I. It looks pretty comfortable…” Jigen looked the hoodie over, nodding a bit.

“Good. Let’s give it to Lupin and find him some comfortable pants.” Goemon nodded, smiling softly.

“I have some lazy pants stashed away. They should be fine.” Fujiko nodded. “I’ll go grab them and then we can get him situated.”

Jigen nodded. “Alright.” He stood, shaking the hoodie out to clear away any crumbs or spiders. “Then we’ll address any issues he’s havin’.”

Goemon nodded. “Let’s go about it gently.” They would need to be careful about it.

~~~~~

“So, why the comforter?” Zenigata tilted his head, sitting beside the thief carefully.

“Huh?” Lupin glanced toward him, pulling the comforter tighter around himself.

“It’s warm in here, warmer outside. I know you’ve fought off your infections so you aren’t feverish or cold. So, why?” Zenigata frowned a bit. “Something else is bugging you?”

Lupin frowned, sighing softly. “Don’t worry about it, Pops. You wouldn’t get it.” He rested his head on his knees quietly.

“Yeah? Try me.” Zenigata frowned, raising an eyebrow as he watched him.

Lupin frowned, sitting quietly for a moment before he looked away. “I guess I’m just not too used to you guys seeing me this way…pretty silly, right..?“

“No, not at all.” Zenigata frowned, watching him gently. “That’s not a silly thing to feel at all.”

“Yeah, but-“

“Let me finish.” Zenigata said pointedly, crossing his arms. “You’re allowed to feel however you’re feeling about all of this. It’s not something you chose or got to control and that sucks. It wasn’t fair.”

“You’re telling me..” Lupin mumbled, frowning more as he glanced at the inspector.

“But.” Zenigata put a hand on his shoulder carefully. “That doesn’t make you any less of who you were before. That doesn’t mean it won’t feel shitty sometimes, but we don’t see you any different than how you were before. You’re still the bane of my existence, whether you’re 100% yourself or you’re missing every limb on your body.” He teased a little. “It’s not silly, alright. Feel however you want about it, that’s okay.”

Lupin bit his lip, laughing quietly. “Thanks, old man. You’re pretty good at being a class A sap.” He looked out of the blanket slightly, winking at him.

“Yeah, yeah..” Zenigata blushed a bit, rolling his eyes. “I mean it, though. Don’t worry so much about how we see you. I know the others think you hung the moon or something like that.”

Lupin laughed softly. “Jeez…” he shook his head. “And what about you, Pops? Did I hang the moon for you too?” He asked softly.

Zenigata hesitated, rubbing his nape. “Ah..I mean…”

“Ha, I did, didn’t I?” Lupin raised an eyebrow, looking at him smugly.

“I didn’t say that..!” Zenigata blushed more, looking away as he crossed his arms. “You’re a menace..”

“I hung the moon for you~” Lupin smiled, leaning against his shoulder.

“Oh, my god..” Zenigata groaned, looking away as he bit his lip. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“Oh, quit playing. You know you love it.” Lupin laughed softly, resting his head against his shoulder gently.

~~~~~

“Hey, Lupin, guess what we found upstairs!” Jigen called, coming down the stairs with Fujiko and Goemon trailing behind him.

“Money?” Lupin glanced over, tilting his head.

“You wish.” Fujiko smiled softly. “It’s better than money, this time at least.”

“What is it?” Lupin watched them curiously. If it wasn’t money then there wasn’t much else he had hidden upstairs.

“Pops left his hoodie in the closet upstairs and Fujiko had some sweatpants stashed in another closet. So, you can ditch the comforter.” Jigen smirked, tossing the clothes to him.

“Wow! This is mine now-“ Lupin grabbed the hoodie, quickly wiggling into it. “These too.” He slipped the sweatpants on before pulling the hood up.

“I forgot I left that up there..” Zenigata mumbled, watching Lupin quietly. The hoodie basically enveloped him..

“Hey, we share the pants, Lupin! At least until I buy more.” Fujiko pouted a bit, crossing her arms.

“Fair enough.” Lupin nodded, smiling softly. “Damn, these are great.”

“Glad to see you like them.” Goemon smiled softly, watching from the bottom of the stairs.

“We’ll see about gettin’ more when we go back into town.” Jigen nodded, leaning over the back of the couch. “Just…don’t think you need to hide yourself from us or somethin’, okay?”

Lupin hesitated, smiling weakly. “Of course…I’ll try to be more upfront about stuff, okay?” He felt bad making them all worried and weird…it was bad for the dynamic.

“You better.” Fujiko nodded, crossing her arms. “You know you’re very important to us.”

“See?” Zenigata looked at Lupin pointedly, smirking.

“Oh, be quiet. I didn’t hang the moon.” Lupin rolled his eyes.

��Damn, has Pops been pitchin’ woo at ya?” Jigen laughed, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

“Oh, my god, be quiet all of you.” Zenigata huffed, getting up as he walked into the kitchen.

The group watched in amusement. They all felt the same, though. Lupin practically had hung the moon for each of them in his own way. And even if he wasn’t entirely on board with a lot of the healing process, they wanted to hang the moon for him too. They wanted to do whatever they could to impact his life in a positive way, especially after so much had do so in a negative way. Hopefully, he would be more upfront going forward.

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“And this is good for my skin?” Zenigata frowned, poking at the face mask he was wearing.

“Yes, and don’t poke at it!” Fujiko scolded, working on Jigen’s nails. “It’s supposed to make you look younger.”

“Are you calling me old?” Zenigata pouted, giving her a look.

“You are the oldest out of all of us.” Jigen shrugged a bit. “Not that we’re much younger.”

“Think of it as a compliment. She doesn’t let us use her masks that often.” Lupin smiled, braiding Goemon’s hair carefully.

“You know I could just start making them from scratch, right?” Goemon raised an eyebrow, glancing back at Lupin.

“Wait, you can-?” Fujiko looked at him, nearly messing up Jigen’s nails. “I’ve been wasting money on store bough expensive ones this entire time and you can make them for free-?!”

Goemon frowned a bit, crossing his arms. “Not for free, they take time and resources.”

“I’m not hearing any good reason as to why you didn’t make me any from scratch..” Fujiko mumbled, pouting.

Jigen laughed, rolling his eyes. “You just gotta ask him nicely.”

Goemon smiled softly. “I’ll make you some.”

“Thank you..” Fujiko smiled softly, glancing back at him.

“Do you do this often?” Zenigata tilted his head, watching them quietly.

“Eh, not super often.” Jigen shrugged. “But it’s nice enough when we have down time.”

Goemon nodded, feeling his braid when Lupin had finished with his hair and moved on to mess with Jigen’s. “It’s good for group bonding.”

“Sounds gay.” Jigen smirked, sticking his tongue out.

“You’re literally dating me.” Lupin snorted, rolling his eyes as he worked on getting Jigen’s hair in a ponytail.

“Exactly.” Jigen smiled, glancing back at him playfully.

“You’re both insufferable.” Fujiko finished painting Jigen’s nails, moving over to do Zenigata’s.

“Don’t worry, Fujiko, I’m gay for you too.” Lupin smiled softly. “Nobody gets left out in this group.”

“How does that-? You know what, never mind.” Zenigata shook his head. “I don’t know how you all managed to rope me into this.”

“Because you love us.” Lupin smiled softly, running his fingers through Jigen’s hair gently.

“I never said anything of the sort!” Zenigata frowned, glancing away. What the hell…

“Mhm. You didn’t need to.” Lupin looked at him, raising an eyebrow as he smiled softly. “You love us~”

“Oh, go to hell.” Zenigata mumbled, huffing. It would be a cold day in hell before he admitted to anything like that…

#goemon ishikawa xiii #lupin iii #lupin the 3rd #goemon #lupin the third #fujiko mine #jigen daisuke #zenigata #jigen lupin the third #jigen #lupin polycule #Lupin polygang #luzeni post yall #luzeni #jiglup #they’re all dating #ot5 #tw body image #tw body insecurity #Midnight Jacket AU #Cyborg!Lupin

[wishingintotheunknown]

I just keep thinking

If I lost the weight they would love me again

If I lost the weight they would be proud of me again

If I lost the weight I could feel semi attractive again

If I lost the weight people would listen to me again

If I lost the weight I could be that girl again

If I lost the weight it would erase the past 3 years

If I lost the weight I could still rewrite my future

If I lost the weight everything would be different

If I lost the weight…I’d still have a chance

#anamia #aneroxic #aneroxix #disordered eating #eating disoder #pro only for myself #notpro #depressiv #anerxic #it's not as simple as just eating #tw body insecurity #ed ana #ana and mia #anerexic #fat ana #ed not sheeran #not pr0 just for me #ed not sherran #ed no sheeran #n0t pr0 #i need to lose so much weight #i want to be weightless #i wanna relapse so bad #restrictive ed #eating problems #disordered eating thoughts #tw ed stuff #ed relapse #ed disorder #disordered eating mention

[thornsnvultures]

eddie munson x plus size!reader

a little drabble about going on a road trip with eddie, steve & robin based on this ask i got yesterday

cw: past body image issues, implied past eating disorder

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"Please don't eat that," Steve blanches at the hot dog in your hands. "Those things are terrible for you."

"Don't judge my choice of food. This road trip just started and I didn't have breakfast," you huff and roll your eyes.

"I'm just looking out for you," Steve holds his hands up, backing out of your way so you can grab napkins and a few ketchup packets.

"I'll be fine, Steven. I've had worse things in my mouth."

Steve snorts out a laugh and crosses his arms. "Yeah, you've been with Munson for, what, a year now?"

"Rude," Eddie gasps, dramatically raising the heart shaped sunglasses he's wearing to the top of his head. He's loaded up with chips in one arm and a liter of soda in the other.

"Hey, babe. Any of that for me?"

"You can have whatever you like, sweetheart," Eddie says with a wink. He pushes around Steve to press a kiss to your cheek, making his way to the register.

"I'm just saying," Steve presses, following you following Eddie, "you don't know what kinda mystery meat is in that thing. Or how long it was on that roller for."

"Well good news for you, Steve," you smile at him, handing the dog to the cashier to get rung up. "You don't have to eat it."

Steve throws up his arms and walks out. He heads to where Robin's waiting for the three of you in the van, already done filling the tank.

"Don't let him bother you, baby," Eddie wraps his arm around you as you walk out together. His big bag of snacks and drinks are slung over his shoulder. Steve didn't bother you, and you tell Eddie as much.

"He's just looking out for me. He can't help it."

The sun is really beating down today, you can't wait to get back on the road with the windows down.

"I don't like him shaming you for what you eat," he whispers, the usual lightness in his voice replaced with concern. You feel Eddie bristle like a cat puffing his fur out. The posturing is cute but unnecessary.

"I'm fine, Eddie. And I appreciate you wanting to defend my honor, good sir," you smile and kiss his cheek and his hackles lower.

Eddie bows as he opens the van door for you and you laugh. He helps you climb in and kisses your hand before he lets you go.

"Get a move on, nerds!" Robin calls from the backseat. Eddie hands you the snacks and jogs around to the other side of the van.

You might've let Steve's comment bother you before, let his worry settle in your mind like an insult to your weight, your appetite. But you know better, you know Steve's worried about your health and keeling over from a tainted dog. He's not your mother, worrying over calories. He's your friend and a damn good one.

You pull out your hot dog and eat, finally, after a morning of packing and stressing that you'd forget something. Eddie smiles at you from the driver's seat, cranking up the tunes. Steve and Robin argue in the back but the open windows muffle them slightly and you settle. You're with friends, you're going to have a good summer, and you're not going to let anything stop you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #tw body insecurity #tw past abuse #tw past eating disorder #road trip fic #my fics

[mielgf]

friends!! i have not worn a bathing suit that shows my stomach since i was 5 years old and today i bought one and rather than sit in the mirror picking my body apart, my first thought was that i looked cute :) this was such a huge victory for me and i am so proud of myself for it. it’s big girl summer!! i’ve declared it!! big thighs and stomachs and arms deserve to be seen!!

#tw body image #tw body insecurity #my mom had some things to say and some looks to give when she saw it #and it temporarily made me want to burn the bathing suit and cry but i did not!! i went and looked in the mirror again and said nope!! #i refuse to feel bad!! my first instinct was to feel neutral or dare i say even good so i’m trusting that reaction!! #talk time

[eddiessidegirl]

being brave and trying to beat my insecurities by posting the dress that sent me spiralling and began the body issues again

#tw body insecurity #eddiessidegirl #plus size fashion #mirror selfie #selfie #legitimately cried myself to sleep after trying this on #the side view is what did me in

[gooberscollage]

I wanted to archive this eBay listing I found, of two teenagers named Shannon and Betty using this notebook to pass notes circa 1986-1987

Image Credit to designsbytiti on eBay

#1980s #80s #eighties #notebook #journal #diary #vintage #friends #retro #notes #eBay #cw cursing #cw body talk #cw body dysphoria #tw body insecurity #tw body dysphoria

[silver-heller]

What is something you absolutely love to talk about regarding Silver (or Mordecai! Or both!!) that you don't get to talk about very often at all?

Ooo good question! There are a lot of things I don't get to talk about concerning Silver because they're just not very plot important, so I'll talk about those here.

For instance, Silver puts on a tough guy act, but Silver actually loves being dotted on. Not in an obvious, shining armor sort of way, but with the little things, such as heart felt compliments or finishing a task for him to help ease some of his stress.

He's also secretly quite cuddly, along with fidgety, not usually just laying still in Mordecai's arms, but also playing with Mordecai's ears, clinging to him, or petting his face/chest.

Body wise, Silver's insecure about having a more pronounced bottom half, but Mordecai loves the extra fluff.

Then there are Silver's neurodivergent tendencies, such as baby talk, organizing things via color (warm to cold or cold to warm depending on the season), not always being the best at understanding tone, and enjoying organizing the things in front of him.

#silver😺 #tw body insecurity

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Steve’s favorite time of day has always been sunset, when the sky turns various shades of purple and the horizon burns orange, and the heat from the sun starts to leave everything that it’s soaked into throughout the day. Makes the air just a bit muggy on his skin.

He kicks his feet softly, the water encompassing them up to his ankles as he leans back on his hands and looks up at the sky. Listens to the quiet splash as Billy swims to the surface a few feet away.

Even when his hair is soaked, it still hangs in those perfect ringlets.

“Done swimming, pretty boy?” he asks.

Steve looks down at the water. Spreads a smile as Billy swims over to the edge of the pool and sets his hands on the concrete at either side of Steve’s hips.

“Why, you wanna play mermaids with me?”

“Psh. If we did, I’d win.”

“How do you win at mermaids?”

The blond pushes himself away from the edge. Holds his breath and dives under, does a quick summersault, and resurfaces with a grin.

“Water’s my element.” He makes a fist just below the surface and squirts a stream into the air. “I’d like to see you try and beat that.”

“You do realize you’re talking to the guy who was on the swim team for four years and a certified lifeguard for three, right?”

“Yeah, but have you ever swam in the ocean before? I have you beat.”

Steve is silent. Snorts when Billy wiggles his eyebrows and proceeds to kick a wave at him. There are quickly fists wrapping around his ankles and dragging him back into the pool.

It’s anything but gentle – he knows that his skin is already going to be chapped from the chlorine and that his lower back definitely suffered from a scrape just now, to make matters worse, but he’s too busy trying to shove Billy’s head under to care. They’re both laughing. Splashing around with no one around but the forest to see them.

Steve eventually taps out like he always does. Gasps when he’s greeted by air again and just smiles because the blond’s hold on him is suddenly gentle. Large hands settle on his waist, suspend him easily and keep him close.

He dangles his arms around Billy’s neck and wraps his legs around him, just catching his breath as Billy wades through the water.

“See? I always win at mermaids,” he lilts.

“Okay, okay. You got me back in. Now what?”

“Hmm… night swimming?”

Steve chuckles. Cards his fingers into Billy’s hair, cold, wet strands wrapping around his fingers as he does.

“We’ve been swimming all day.”

“C’mon.” Billy lowers them both until just their heads are above the water. “Swimming’s a good workout. Helps shave the pounds off.”

Steve’s smile falters.

He shouldn’t be surprised – he’s been fighting this uphill battle all summer, after all.

“How about I order us a pizza and we crash on the couch?” Steve counters.

“Ugh, you’re gonna be the death of my waistline, y’know that?”

But then they’re wading to the edge. Billy presses a kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth before he releases him, watching as the brunet climbs up the latter.

“Actually, I’m gonna be the reason you have the best pizza in town.”

Billy tsks.

Once Steve is out and wrapped in a towel, he snags another one off of the lawn chair and turns around just in time to see Billy drag himself out of the pool. His shorts hug his thighs, and his skin glistens in the setting sun like this lighting was practically made for him.

Sure, his frame isn’t as lean as it was in high school, but Steve’s face still burns red at the sight of him. He almost doesn’t let go of the towel when Billy grabs it.

“When are your folks coming home again?”

“In a few days,” Steve says. “Why?”

“Just wondering if I can stick around for the night. Y’know, without raising suspicion.”

Steve laughs at that. Wraps his towel around his waist and sits on the lawn chair, reclining and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Like my mom hasn’t caught you cuddled up in my bed before.”

“That was back in high school– it’s different now. Less excusable or whatever.”

“What can they do, kick me out? I don’t even live here anymore.”

“They can decide to never pay you to watch their house again, for one,” Billy starts. He drapes his towel over his head and scrunches the moisture out of his hair, leaving it on once he’s finished. “You need the money, dude. I’m not sorry for not wanting to get caught with your dick in my hand.”

“I don’t think that’s the expression.”

Billy points a finger at him and he bites his lip to contain his smile.

“Shut it.”

“Yes sir.”

Steve hums. Watches as Billy takes a seat on the edge of the lawn chair, right at his side.

His posture is slumped. It allows his abdomen to morph into rolls, which Steve admires with kind eyes for a moment. He had only ever dated thin girls back in high school, though, he would have gone out with any pretty girl were she to ask. But they rarely asked.

At one point during his sophomore year, just before he got with Nancy, he had eyes for a certain redhead in calculus. She always wore her hair in braids, one at each side, and she dressed… different. Most of the heavier-set girls stuck to high-waisted pants religeously. Long dressed that covered their knees. That sort of thing.

Abby Wortherd didn’t.

She was an eye-catcher. Had the prettiest smile framed by rosy lips, a face full of freckles, and a fashion sense that could kill. Like, seriously. Steve would have gotten to his knees if she asked him to. But she never did, so he wound up with Wheeler instead, and then she wound up with Byers.

Abby moved to Alaska. Steve was alone for the remainder of high school.

For the most part, anyway.

Still, looking at Billy right now reminds him of how he felt when he looked at her – she had rolls when she sat down, and Steve still ogled at her just the same. Would get his breath caught in his throat when she’d pass by him in the hallways and feel the mean burn of jealousy at the back of his throat when she would climb into Ricky M's car after school.

But this is different.

This isn’t high school. Billy isn’t a girl with soft features and a gentle laugh. His shoulders are broad and every muscle is cut to shape from years of labor, sitting alongside the considerable amount of cushion that he’s picked up over the course of their relationship. He’s completely new territory altogether.

Not to mention that his laugh is probably the most ridiculous thing that Steve has ever heard. Half the time he snorts and the other half he cackles, just rude sounds in general that always have heads turning when Steve jokes with him in public.

“Y’know,” Steve begins, earning Billy’s attention. “I don’t think I’ve been telling you enough how pretty you are.”

Billy huffs at that, but then he shoots Steve a cautious glance.

“If you think I’m pretty, you’re delusional.”

“Guess I’m delusional, then, ‘cause I think you’re gorgeous.”

A faint flush spreads up Billy’s neck as he turns more to face Steve, dropping the towel so it hangs around his neck. Then his brows furrow.

“You’re full of it, Harrington.”

The words come out like he’s issuing a challenge. Steve shifts in his seat. Lets his eyes scan the blond from head-to-toe, and spreads a small smile. Watches as Billy braces himself for whatever comes next.

Challenge accepted.

“Your voice is pretty, for starters. It’s silky and deep, and I could listen to you talk for hours on end about practically anything,” Steve lilts. “The hair, obviously. Your mean sense of humor and your laugh – not the little giggle, the loud laugh, where you toss your head back and howl like a lunatic. I adore all of that stuff about you.” Just when Billy begins to visibly soften, Steve tilts his head to the side. Extends a hand and sets it against Billy’s stomach, which he reflexively sucks in. “And this. I love this.”

He can see in his eyes that he wants to swat his hand away. To call bullshit and stalk out to his car and leave, right here and now. But Billy stays. Doesn’t move from where he sits or make any effort to remove Steve’s hand.

“I don’t,” he mumbles.

“How do you feel about it, then?”

Billy shrugs. Averts his eyes and rubs the back of his neck in thought.

“I think it’s an eyesore. That, I dunno, it’s unnattractive and gross.”

“Why?”

“I dunno.”

“Well, how does this feel?”

Steve rubs softly side to side. Feels his lover’s muscles relax ever so slightly.

“... I don’t know.”

This is the first time all summer that Steve has been able to do this. To be granted the privilege of touching Billy like this. He chews his lip as he sits up, sets his head on Billy’s shoulder and wraps his arms around his waist, both hands now on his stomach.

“I’m not being biased when I say this, Bill,” he coos. “You’re not unnattractive. You aren’t gross for having a tummy. It’s totally normal.”

“You don’t get it, okay? I’ve seen your baby pictures, you’ve been thin your whole life, you don’t– you don’t get it.”

“Maybe I don’t, but I’ve been biting my tongue all fucking summer and I’m dying on this hill whether you like it or not. You don’t need to pick up some crappy diet that all the moms in town are doing, you don’t need to find ways to shave the pounds off, what you need to do is relax and enjoy life.”

Billy is quiet. Eyes focussed down at the wet concrete.

So Steve continues, “Order a burger with all the fixings when we go out, get milkshakes with Max at the diner, just– let yourself enjoy stuff. There’s no point to being thin when the price to get there is total misery on all accounts.”

The porch light turns on. Illuminates the patio with a faint orange glow in the sudden absence of the sun.

For a long moment, the only notable sounds are crickets chirping somewhere close to the treeline. Steve remains close. Keeps his palms smoothing in gentle circles as he listens to his lover breathe softly.

“Why people call you dumb is beyond me,” Billy admits.

His voice is hushed as he speaks.

“Am I getting through, finally?”

“Yeah, Stevie, you are.”

“Good.” Steve presses a kiss to his shoulder and wraps him in a hug. Makes note of how he’s no longer flexing his abdomen. “You ready for the best pizza that Hawkins has to offer?”

“Mhm.”

Steve gives him a hearty squeeze before he gets up. Rounds the chair and holds his hand out for Billy to take, the two of them walking hand-in-hand towards the back door.

Smiles plastered on both of their faces.

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(@iwigyouknot) <3

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #original background character #harringrove #billy x steve #tw insecurity #tw weight #tw body insecurity #st hcs #ficlet #my writing #chubby billy hargrove #bi steve harrington #they're in love #steve loves his chumby bf