#tw // weightloss

[piggycyberwarrior]

Summary: After Task Force 141 got a hint that you gave important information to their enemy- the boys do not hesitate to chain you up and give you a taste of hell. You on the other hand are innocent but they do not believe you

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Platonic Task Force 141! x Fem!Reader (Simon Ghost Riley x Reader) a/n: pretty proud of that ngl.. enjoy guys love you!

Warnings: uhm this whole fic is basically a warning. Torture; Blood; Mental Health; Angst angst angst not proof read

genre: ANGST

+ 1,6k words

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

You thought you were going insane.

Maybe you already were, but it was no suprise- seeing the circumstances you were in. Arms stretched uncomfortably backwards and up- chains rubbing your wrists painfully raw. The stress position Soap put you in wasn't easy peasy lemonsqueezy.

Tears brimming in your eyes at the thought. You felt fucking betrayed. You were fucking betrayed, for gods sake! by your own team- the people you cried with- the people that you loved more than yourself- the people you called your family. That one man you took a bullet for.

Fuck all that bullshit.

Those were the same people that didn't believe you when things got rocky. When some pricks pointed their fingers at you- they immediately treated you as an enemy. The same people that chained you up. The same man that made you fucking blind on one eye

Everything was a lie, apparently.

The cell you were in was shady- you didn't expect something different- i mean you just served the military for many years and did everything for your country- of course you didn't deserve something more decent.

In the end you didn't care. Just waited.

When Gaz interrogated you- you kept your mouth shut. What should you do? Lie? Fuck no, you had so much self respect left, even in this dehumanizing situation.

of course your facade broke often times- you were only human after all. And it hurt- you were in this situation before- tortured by your enemies knowing that you would probably outlive them anyway as your team would rip them apart in a few days.

But now- being here- seeing how your 'friends'- your family- spat at you with nothing more than hate made you feel even more miserable- knowing, that no one will safe you this time.

You cried- having panick attacks deep into countless nights-being triggered by any small sound that wasn't coming from you or that rat in the corner of the room. Yelling at them- telling them that you didn't do shit. They didn't believe you.

Spiraling deep in your thoughts- shoulders sore and numb hands from the stress position- still tasting a faint trace of your own blood-

the sensory of the dried up blood on your cheek was uncomfortable at the beginning- cracking everytime you opened your mouth- but it quickly got kicked to the bottom of your worries as Price's wodden bat flew into your face yesterday- tooth flying onto the ground as you spat the crimson liquid at his feet- earning another strike from your Captain.

Your Saliva turning pink with the blood, sticking to your chin- slowly dripping down- having no free hand to wipe it off.

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You were here for about 1 and a half weeks now- how'd you know that? because you could hear the guards mutter something behind that steal door.

You shivered, suffering from hypothermia, a consequence of being almost naked in this shithole. Simon himself stripped you down- ignoring your pleas and protests.

Simon.

The man you did everything for, took a bullet for, cared for and slept with. He was the love of your life- or so you thought.

You were never scared of Simon. Since the first day you met him- you were kinda drawn to that giant of a man. Always spawning in his near with hearts in your eyes- Soap always made fun of you- but he found it cute neverthless, he could see that Simon didn't hate you.

You stitched him up- knew his fears (being a therapists daughter was quite a help for having deep convos), you knew of his past- even if it took you years to finally break his many iron walls down

You saw his face- kissed his scars and showered him with your time and love- giving him your all- even your body.

You weren't in a relationship- but everybody knew that Simon 'Ghost' Riley liked you. Even if you didn't tell anybody from the Force.

In the end it seemed not be enough, as the same man nearly strangled you to death down here. At first you were desperate, scared- but you stopped pleading a long time ago.

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heavy footsteps shook you out of your trance- spiraling thoughts stopping for a mere second as you looked into his stone cold eyes.

Balaklava on his scarred face- making you inhale sharply- heart throbbing at his sight. The black paint around his eyes made them pierce through the dark even more.

The same paint you applied more than once onto his unique face. he looked beautiful in your eyes. Even after everything that happened.

You're in here since a few nights.- Clothes starting to hang loosely around your body- having not eaten in days.

"Simon-" you croaked out- voice not cooperating as it should- making you tear up. When did everything turned out to be like that? This nightmare? You flinched a bit- chains clinking softly at your slight movement when he came towards you- still not speaking.

He stared. Stared at your weak frame. The dark hole you were chained into- being in a constant state of fear- Anxiety pulling and clawing at your nerves.

You gritted your teeth- looking to the side with a defeated huff. Tears prickling in your eyes once more- threatening to fall as he watched you like you were a kicked stray dog. Maybe you were in their eyes.

"I-" you croaked out once more "I didn't do it, Simon, i swear" you whispered into the dimmly lit room- Still not looking at him. "I swear to god Simon, I didn't.." you weeped in silence as he just looked "Fuck why should I betray you!!" you screamed in frustration at his figure- tears falling as he only left- leaving you in complete darkness- letting you cry to yourself till you eventually passed out.

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Not even two day passed before he bursted through the iron door again- the loud sound ripping you out of your unconsciousness before he angrily grabbed you by your collar- hate flickering in those eyes that once held nothing but adoration for you.

"You fuckin' liar" he seethed through gritted teeth- behind that mask. Pushing you into the wall behind you- your head knocking against the brick wall with such a force that made you wince.

You could feel his anger. And you felt the danger that radiated from the man you gave your heart to.

His hands coming up to press against your jugular with a firm grip- picking you up a few inches into the air- chains clinking again. "Y'think you hav' it in you to lie into my fuckin' face" he growled while pressing down harder- you could feel yourself getting more lightheaded- gasping for air- choking for oxygen.

"Plea' Simon" you begged inbetween small gasps- scared what he will do to you. Hands tied together, wiggling in his painful hold like a suffocating fish- legs kicking to get him away from you- it worked- you gasped, trying to get in as much air as you could while your built up saliva ran down your chin-

he let you go for a second before his fist collided with your face. Hard- knocking the air out of your lungs once more "Jus' tell us the truth" he huffed, before hitting again- at first it hurt and then it burned. Your nose cracked under his fists-

Making you see stars and breath heavily before he took the knife out you gifted him for his birthday. Both your names engraved in it-

"'t will be easier for you" he said before popping the knife out of its sheath. "No, Simon" you cried out- whilst seeing the blade. "You don't have to do this" you gasped as he came dangerously close.

"No,no,no!!" you protested as he teared down your clothing, leaving you in a bra and your underwear. Feeling helpless as he teared down your clothes- ignoring your protest. The coldness of the room let goosebumps arise on your skin almost immediately.

He was quiet. That wasn't a good sign. You waited- staring at him, pulling at your chains as he looked at the blade. Fist tightening as he saw the little heart that was engraved into the hilt. Betrayal flushed his senses as he pushed the knife into your upper leg- making you scream in return.

Twisting the knife- hearing your agony but not stopping- he quickly hit you into your left eye socket with the hilt of the knife to shut you up. he didn't want to hear your screams.

Even if he didn't wanted to admit it- he was also teared apart- but his need to let his anger out was stronger - all the time he spent with a fucking liar- gave you his fucked up heart. All for you to be a fucking snake- a traitor.

He had to do his job- protect his family.

Another jab to the eye- hearing your muffled cries echo across the room- making you see red- the burning sensation was an ugly one. You couldn't see on that eye anymore.

"I fuckin' wish I could just kill you" he seethed before leaving you there in the dark- all beat up and bloody- head throbbing and surely a broken nose- making it hard to breath.

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You waited since then. Waiting for death to come. Waiting for Ghost to end it- but of course he never came back since then. Your wounds were starting to inflame- everything hurt and burned. Your eye swelling almost shut.

They all tortured you. Johnny, Kyle, John and Simon.

But they forgot something important. You were known for being patient. A fucking patient and stubborn woman. You waited. Yes you sometimes protested, and kicked and screamed and insulted them- but you neverthless waited for the day.

The day they finally see that they wronged an innocent. The day you would hurt them. Seek revenge.

Fucking. Revenge.

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[puddlestheduck1]

I’m willing to bet he was malnourished after the whole incident, so here’s gone slightly skinny with his ribs slightly showing

[shanakin-skywalker]

Not what I usually post but I’ve lost 100lbs since November ’23 and I’m really proud of myself for all the hard work I put in to better my health 🤍

[planetsallalign]

The brain doesn’t catch up fast when it comes to weight loss. When I look at myself I don’t feel there’s a difference. I know there is since I’ve needed new clothes, there’s loose skin and parts of me have just disappeared. Unfortunately my brain does not catch up with that. But I just saw myself mowing the lawn on the backyard camera and that is when I finally saw those 60lbs gone. At first I was like who is that in my backyard!? When I saw myself walking around out there, only to realize, it is me.

[bitchesgetriches]

Why were you triggered by that question that mentioned weight loss?

I wrote all about my struggles to NOT CARE about my body size and shape here:

How Saving Money Is Like Losing Weight... And How It’s Really Not 

But also... it's a major struggle for a lot of people. The last thing I want is for BGR to become a place where people feel shamed for their bodies. We're a body-inclusive space.

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[theseance444]

❛  i wish i could take away all your pain.  ❜

@magicalmystery-muses from Willow pls

On the ass end of a five day bender, Number Four could barely hold himself upright. Thankfully, his sister had come to find him--crumpled in an alleyway, looking like death, but still breathing. The bags under his eyes, the gaunt cheeks, the way his bones stuck out--they told what sort of life he was living, these days. One in which he would choose substances over sleep, food, and shelter.

Currently, Klaus found himself slumped in a booth at Griddy's. A classic "sober up" spot for him, historically. Diego, Willow, even Allison had taken him here before, giving him a talk about getting clean, before he inevitably went back to his ways. But Willow's words slowly seeped into the mush that currently made up his brain. Not harsh, not angry, but sad. Klaus would've rather her be angry.

"Nah, like three Percocets'll do the trick," he slurred, clumsily stirring sugar into his coffee. "Then I'll be outta your hair..." Though life had been rough since leaving the academy, Klaus had missed his siblings dearly. Especially shy little Willow.

[the-fictive-haven]

So, we've just calculated our change in weight for the first time since starting a new medication some months ago.

On top of all the other invaluable benefits, we've lost 6.7% of our body weight.

That is fucking insane y'all.

(/vpos because we're overweight. This is more about health than body image or anything of the like)

[jiminy-crickets]

Emily Kaplan for ESPN

Yes uh huh, adorable puppy scratching to be let out of the cone of shame, but also… THIS IS SO FUCKED UP, a WEEK after surgery???? Fun fact (not fun at all) they had to tell him that he wasn’t allowed to practice any big shots so he didn't accidentally clench his jaw unknowingly.

he was chugging back liquid food and supplements so he wouldn't lose weight, thats fucked up, i know i KNOW his low weight mixed with his small stature is something that people point out and they think he should bulk up more (i think there's a quote of him saying the same thing), i don't care, his jaw was broken and instead of focusing on healing his was worried about his fucking weight!!! thats fucked up!!! he was begging them to let him play like chara did, only chara is a maniac and it was the finals, and connor was (also a manic) playing for a bottom tier team in the regular season!!! CONNOR STOP!!! PLEASE PUT YOUR HEALTH FIRST!!!

he was begging to see the doctors in hope that they would clear him to play sooner...... because hes a FREAK

"after six agonizing weeks" were they agonizing because you were in pain.... or were they agonizing because they wouldn't let you play hockey...... HMMMMMM????? oh the second one? *HITS HIM WITH A NEWSPAPER* bad dog!!!! bad connor!!!! please fucking take care of your body, you only get ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[mike-the-switch]

Whilst this is a positive for me and something I'm happy with my progress towards, I appreciate this can be a really sensitive topic for some, so please consider the below.

TW - weight, weight loss, ED

I used to be really active and in pretty good shape, but in the last couple of years I really haven't been 😅

But I've managed to lose 17 lbs since the start of July (just over a stone - 7.7kg) after checking this morning. Forcing myself to go to the gym almost every day. Luckily I've had some amazing friends to work with and who have supported me and helped me get back to it.

I'm starting to feel a little more like the old me again, and honestly seeing that number this morning made me cry a little 😅

It's not the end and I still have a long way to go, but this honestly means so much right now.

[ef-1]

Hi I saw that you talked in the past about this, but can someone explain to me why are people so focused on Daniels weight? Because I never saw this topic about any other driver. Like at this point you could make a thread of people talking about it, Demon H*ll being the latest.

I literally could not tell you why. I mean this earnestly. Outside f1 horrid history of pushing drivers into eating disorders, the fixation on Daniel specifically is baffling. If I really had to press myself for an answer I can only hazard that this long-standing cruel, persistent scrutiny of Daniel's weight is due to his skeletal structure which he's already addressed a million times before. Daniel has wide set hips. He's had trouble fitting into the cockpit in the past, due to the structure of his hips, as early as Toro Rosso and as recently as McLaren. It generated a big fiasco in 2013 where these fucking sickos even asked Newey and the RB engineers about it. They made a 23 year old address the media to assure them that he can't starve his hips away despite trying

And the other sickening one

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That's literally my only guess. That these callous horrible fucking people obsessing over his weight because in their eyes his wide hips = unfit/ free reign to talk about his weight.

It's even more sickening because they said that about him LAST YEAR. WHILE HE WAS RACING. TO HIS FACE. WHILE HE ADMITTED TO NOT BE ABLE TO KEEP HIS WEIGHT AT A HEALTHY LEVEL OR GAIN ANY WEIGHT. Since then Christian Horner has mentioned Daniel's dramatic weight loss on three different fuckjng occasions

and these sick senile fucks like Damon Hill still won't stop.

[choasmouse]

✨Want monster can thighs✨

💀Whilst having sausages for thighs 💀

[lewmagoo]

really excited because i have lost a bit of weight and it feels like my hard work these past few weeks is beginning to pay off!

[w3bgrl]

stayville twt — the hate train era

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 a look at what a regular stay twitter homepage looked like from august to november 2018.

warning* hate comments, referenced invasion of privacy, body image/weight loss, negative plastic surgery views, swearing (is this when you use dead dove: do not eat?)

[bitchesgetriches]

Any advice on how to find a good plastic surgeon/lazer tech? I'm on a weight loss journey and it's going pretty good but I know a lot of people have extra skin after they hit their goals. Since I'm not there yet I'm not sure what I'd want or need to feel comfortable and confident in my own skin. I kinda want to have any idea of how to vet a person in the cosmetic medical field since it's my only body and such a huge cost.

Hi sweetie! So I almost deleted this one without reading too closely because, uuuuhhhhhh weight loss stuff is super triggering for me rn!!! But it sounds like what you really are asking for is someone who will help you match your outside appearance to your inside confidence.

And believe it or not, the best place to start looking for a reputable plastic surgeon is with your primary care physician or your health insurance website. They will be able to recommend someone safe and reasonable in the area. You might also join some reddit threads or other online groups for people in your area going through the same thing and crowdsource a recommendation.

And other than that, I won't be commenting on weight loss/dieting. I talking about my personal journey here:

How Saving Money Is Like Losing Weight... And How It’s Really Not 

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[yrfemmehusband]

When you lose weight because of your illness and people start telling you how good you look when it wasn't even something you wanted and is now actively harming you