#relationship weight

[thicker2gether]

Hear me out:

- I get you pregnant

- You gain a bunch of weight throughout the pregnancy

- I gain a bunch of sympathy weight

- You can’t lose the baby weight afterwards

- We become chubby parents

- we do it all over again

[femboyrumbles]

guys

im like…actually getting fat, as in I’m actively getting heavier

like I have make a conscious effort to suck in my gut when I button my jeans

I’ve never had to do that before

I’ve never had tangible physical evidence of happiness show on my body

I’ve never been comfortable enough to even think about eating enough to put on weight but now I’m eating and actually enjoying it

also a big shout out to my boyfriend bc I’ve never had anyone i was with appreciate my body, they always had something to criticize, but not him

I’m okay with getting a little plump because it shows that I’m comfortable and that I’m willing to accept change

[psychictheater]

Relationship Weight (Punkflower)

(Hobie starts to gain some relationship weight. Not just because of Miles. But because of Miles and his mother.)

(No Powers AU)

(Hobie is 21, Miles is 19-20)

(Was gonna be part of the Moving Out series but my old account was terminated by Tumblr)

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Hobie stared at the now too small skinny jeans that wouldn’t move past his upper thighs.

“Miles ?”

“Yeah ?”

“You did the laundry last time, yeah ?”

“It was my turn, so yes.”

“I think you shrunk my jeans, love.”

Miles looked up from his phone to see that Hobie was indeed struggling with his skinny jeans. They seemed to be too small for him.

“I don’t think it’s the laundry, babe.” Miles replied.

“That’s the only explanation.” Hobie rolled his eyes.

“It is not.” Miles challenged. “Because if it is, how come the only clothes that have seemed to mysteriously ‘shrink’ are yours when mine are perfectly fine ?”

Hobie had to admit, Miles did have a point. He sighed.

“Then why are my jeans so small ? What else could it be ?”

Miles stared at Hobie.

“Hobie, the jeans aren’t the problem, I just don’t think that you can fit them anymore.”

Hobie stared back.

“Fuck you mean ? I’ve had these jeans since I was sixteen, there’s no way that they just suddenly don’t fit anymore.”

Miles sighed and decided to be blunt.

“You’ve gained weight.” He said, standing up and walking over to Hobie, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Hobie rolled his eyes and let out a ‘Psh’

“That’s impossible, I’ve been the same size since I was seventeen, ain’t no way.” Hobie said.

“And you didn’t have consistent meals until I moved in.” Miles challenged. “Think about it, you used to eat once, maybe twice a day and they weren’t even meals, sometimes you’d just eat an apple and go on about your day but now I cook you breakfast, I make you lunch, I make you dinner and every Sunday we eat at big dinner at my parents house and end up taking home leftovers.” He said “Not to mention the times Mom ‘coincidentally’ makes too much food and brings it over or when she comes over to cook to ‘give us a break’ you’re eating more than you’re used to and you haven’t even noticed.”

Hobie thought about it and what Miles said was true. When he was younger and living on the streets, he survived off of dumpster scraps and some leftovers some people were willing to give up to him. Then when he managed to get a place with Karl, they were both too busy to cook and too broke to afford take out so they mostly just ate peanut butter sandwiches or a bag of crisps.

And then Karl moved out to live with his boyfriend and Miles moved in and everything changed. Suddenly, the fridge was always full and he had actual meals to come home to and was eating more frequently if not constantly. And his body was changing because of it.

“I don’t like this.” Hobie said, crossing his arms. He didn’t like sudden changes in his body, the body he’s been used to for so many years and he didn’t have time or money to put aside for a new pair of jeans.

“You look great.” Miles assured, wrapping his arms around Hobie’s shoulders. “It’s not that big of a deal and it’s about time that you stopped being so stick thin all the time, it wasn’t healthy that you could slip into the same pair of jeans you’ve had since you were a teenager.” he smiled at Hobie “You look healthy babe”

“I get what you’re saying but these jeans have been with me for a long time, I can’t just get rid of em.” Hobie said with a bit of a whine

“We can try to stretch them out if you want or repurpose them, turn them into a jacket or a vest or something.” Miles said, knowing how Hobie never wanted to throw away things when he felt like there could still be a use for them. “That way you can embrace the change and still keep them around, just as something else, you’re not the only one who’s gained a little relationship weight, I have too, it’s a sign of happiness.”

“I guess you’re right.” Hobie said with a chuckle, placing a kiss on Miles’ forehead. “You’re so smart lovey.”

“Yeah I know.” Miles said, leaning into Hobie. Hobie wrapped his arms around Miles and held him close. They remained like that in silence until both their stomachs growled.

“Hey… we still have any of that cake your mom dropped off ?” Hobie asked.

“We should.” Miles said, looking up at Hobie. “You thinking what I’m thinking ?”

“Why don’t you go grab us some while I finish changing into some pants that fit ?” Hobie asked, smirking.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Miles said, letting go of Hobie and running off to the kitchen.

Hobie sighed with a smile of admiration. Maybe gaining a bit of relationship weight wasn’t so bad as long as it was happening with Miles.