YELENA ONESHOTS (AOT!)

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This one-shot mentions starvation and throwing up.
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Tears rolled down your warm cheeks as you continued to gag. Your jaw started to ache the more you tried to vomit. It didn't matter how many times you tried nothing would come out. You groaned, desperately trying. You wanted this food out now.
You hated this.

You pig, imagine how she feels like. Dating someone like you.

Sobs were the only thing filling the bathroom, some gags and loud groans were heard too. "Just try Y/n, it's not that hard." You quietly whispered to yourself. You rubbed your now redden eyes as sobs escaped your lips. You held the cold edges of the toilet seat, kneeling on the ground and your head hung low, weak arms were shaking and strings of saliva hung from your lips. "Do it, pussy. Do it for her." You sobbed.

Imagine how ashamed she must feel. Someone so attractive and perfect, dating you.

You opened your mouth and shoved in your fingers, immediately gagging. It had been 15 minutes and you still weren't able to get rid of your last meal. You gasped, feeling your facial muscle tighten. You closed your eyes and leaned against the wall, which wasn't that far away from the toilet. The pain that you had caused was a living hell, tears formed on the corner of yours eyes as you felt your whole face start to tighten even more. You stood up and flushed the toilet, glancing how water mixed with saliva flushed down it.

How weak.

You couldn't deny it, you were jealous of Yelena. You hated how perfect her body was. You clenched your jaw to see if it reduced any of the pain, to your surprise it did. You rubbed your cheek and sniffled, embarrassed at yourself. How could she want you?

That's right, how could she want you.

You felt so bad for her. Tall, slim and beautiful, dating something like...you. You looked yourself in the mirror, stretching your wet cheeks. You had bags under your eyes, you looked pale. Your cheekbones were starting to show. You sighed as you felt your lips, they felt like sandpaper, extremely chapped and paler than you though.

You took off your clothes, admiring what you considered disgusting. You arched your back and sucked in your stomach, noticing how now your rib cage was pretty noticeable. You ran your hands down your stomach, feeling each individual rib.

You had never thought positively of yourself. You hated looking in the mirror, then and now.

Your hands traveled down your hip, feeling your sides. Disgusting, you thought. You hated how you looked, every single part of your body. You had recently lost twenty-five pounds, yet weren't satisfied. You cringed when you looked at your thighs, "I want a thigh gap." You mumbled.

You dressed up and went downstairs. Yelena was washing the dishes, popping those small and random bubbles that appeared out of nowhere. She rapidly noticed your presence, "Hey so," she said "I was wondering if you wanted to do something." She rinsed the last couple of plates and turn off the faucet, grabbing a small towel that was hanging from a small towel racket and drying her hands.

She turned around and gave you a weak smile, rolling down the sleeves of her shirt. Yelena in fact, knew what you were going through, and it pained her seeing you like this. She went over you and pecked your lips, she knew what you were doing, your excuses wouldn't hide anything. You signed, "Nothing happened" you explained "like always."

She smiled in relief, she would always worry you would throw away the food you'd eat, but luckily your cramped face muscles would stop you from doing it. "Listen, Y/n, I know it's hard and I want you to understand you're perfect just the way you are," she said, grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, small blush decorating her cheeks, "I don't know why you're doing this. You're just harming yourself."

She was right. Very right.

The both of you sat on the couch, turning off the TV and turning around so you would be facing each other. Tears pricked from your eyes, you hugged Yelena, face burying into her chest. You hated doing this, so much, but you couldn't stop.

You would starve yourself for days, eating gelatines that only contained ten calories, or shoving water down your throat, only eating soda crackers with baked beans if you were truly hungry.

Eating itself was a hard task for you, it's been weeks and you still couldn't swallow a meatball. "I'm sorry, Yelena, I'm so fucking sorry!" you cried. You were aware of the damage you were doing to your body, and how much your girlfriend was hurting.

You had never heard or seen Yelena cry, until today. Yelena covered her face, she didn't want you to see her crying. "Please, Y/n, eat." She pleaded. You clenched your jaw and swallowed hard, you needed to stop. You needed to eat.

Do it for her.

You nodded, "I can try." Yelena squeezed your arms and sighed. "Thank you, Y/n"
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