midas x reader oneshots CHPT2

see my struggles (fluff)

oh hayyyy

welcome to the first oneshot of the book dudes

it's a fluff

we're starting gently

but this isn't gentle in a way

in fact it's quite heavy and might be hard to read for some

this is going to be a midasX reader(ed)

if you don't know what an ed is, it's an eating disorder

i realise that is an almost common thing among the youth of today which is so utterly horrible

and as someone who's suffered with ed's, and still is

it can be an extremely sore subject to talk on

so instead i'm going to write and try and comfort all of you maybe suffering with one

and i'm not one to lecture

but you have to promise for me, that you will try

we can do it together, me and you

!! TW: EATING DISORDER !!

!! TW: TRIGGERING MESSAGES ABOUT ED'S (EATING DISORDERS)

please do not read if these things may hurt you

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"L/n?"

You turned, eyes still lidded. You slowly switched the tap off, bringing the glass to your lips.

Midas stood at the doorway, his eyebrows furrowed. He walked in, passing by you as he reached for a plate.

"I need you to catch intel today by the old mill. Up for it?" He asked, leaning down and bringing out a small glass bottle of something. He poured it in a mug, and then stored it away.

Another fucking mission, another five packs of chewing gum..

"Yeah, I'm up.." You sighed, staring away from him. You peered out the window, watching the sky from inside. It was a calm enough day, an easy day for a mission.

"Good. I'll join you. I'll meet you at 12:30" He said, discarding the plate and just bringing his mug. He filled it with sitting coffee and walked back to the doorway.

Just as he went to leave, he stopped.

"Oh, and L/n?"

You turned, placing your glass down.

"Yes Sir?" You replied weakly, already sick to the stomach of this conversation.

"A glass of water isn't going to get you through the day. Eat" He said harshly, before he turned and left.

You know he doesn't mean it too much Y/n. He just doesn't understand.

He's always been fit physically. He wouldn't understand.

Your thoughts weren't as comforting as they sounded.

You placed the glass softly back in the sink, careful not to place it too hard. Your hands were shaking more so then usual, making it harder to do anything.

You quickly left the kitchen, hoping that getting changed for the day would clear your head.

*timeskip** (A/N bro look how spicy the timeskips are)

You peered down your body, looking carefully at each imperfection. It was a physical pain to stare at yourself in the mirror, seeing each part stick out more.