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nothing makes me angrier than when people eat less than me like WHO HAS THE ED ME OR YOU
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st4rv3m3 · 23 days
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The worst thing about my mia is that I can't throw up after I binge.
Guess I'm not eating for another 6 days 😭
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Uhh, help?-
TW: purging and blood!)
Uhm, soooo I purged, and my nose immediately started bleeding. Am I okay??
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bunnystalker · 4 months
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healing
leon comforts you after you relapse.
cw; BULIMIA, eating disorder talk and mentions, vomit, afab!reader, unspecified age gap, older!leon, alcoholism mentions and references, recovery, relapsing, binging mentions. please, under any circumstances, do not read if any of this may trigger you.
a/n; this was a request from an anon, and though i told myself i wasn't taking requests, something in me felt compelled to do this one!
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you really did try, but recovery has never been linear. leon has told you that same thing before, too. with his alcoholism, it was the same story. he'd do great for a few days, weeks even, and then it would all crumble at the mere scent of alcohol. all in all, he knows that while recovering, someone is more fragile. sensitive, so to speak. you're no different.
you'd been doing great so far- no binging, no vomiting, and less exercise. you hadn't been so hypervigilant about how you look. your boyfriend, leon, has been a great help. he's always reassured you whenever you had doubts about your appearance, lapses, or whatever comes up, he's there. he knows you've struggled with this for a long time and he doesn't make you feel bad or weird about it, unlike the other people that had come before him.
he's different in the way you need, and you appreciate that.
you knew today would be bad, but you still held out hope. even when you woke up to not one, but a few new zits on your face, and your hair awry and seemingly unmanageable. even when you did your skincare routine and somehow your cleanser got in your eyes, which burned like hell. even when the shower randomly went cold and ruined your morning. everything was out of your control and that had triggered something in you. you'd never been much of a control freak.
except for this. where you are now, retching up your breakfast as quietly as humanly possible so as not to disturb leon. but that's the thing with trained agents. their hearing sharpens, their senses heighten, so it's no surprise that after you're done ridding yourself of your stomach's contents, that he's entering the bathroom. and you're still there, kneeling before the toilet with bile coating the innards of your mouth and esophagus, your face sickly and somewhat grey.
he's concerned, as any good boyfriend would be. he grabs a washcloth without a word and wets it, then kneels down beside you to wipe the bile off your lips. to you, it feels like a waste of effort. to him, he's showing he cares.
"i'm sorry." are the first words to leave your mouth, "i said i was going to get better a-and now i'm not."
"we've had this talk before, baby." he murmurs, setting the washcloth in the sink.
"c'mon, let's get you some water." he pulls you up from the floor with gentle and warm hands, then flushes the toilet's contents.
✧˚ ༘ ⋆。♡˚
in the kitchen, you rinse your mouth out with the cup of water he's provided for you in a desperate attempt to get rid of the bitter yet sour taste lingering on your tongue, and the feeling coating your gums. he rubs your back slowly, his warmth seeping through the thin material of your shirt. you haven't changed out of your pajamas since you woke up, and by the likes of how the day is going, you aren't going to. he presses a kiss to your hair and wraps his arm around your waist, trying to make you feel at least a little better.
he takes the hand you'd been using to force yourself into throwing up and rinses them off, even though there's nothing on them besides dried saliva (and the slightest bit of stomach acid.) you lean against him, a soft sigh leaving you.
"you know, i'm not mad at you." he says, now patting your fingers dry with a kitchen towel.
you look up at him, a little confused.
"you apologized earlier."
"oh."
"yeah. i just want you to know that i'm not mad at you for relapsing. y'know, it happens, and i'd be lying if i said i didn't think about doing it either." his words somehow bring you a small sense of comfort, that familiar warmth in your chest sparking.
"i'm glad you didn't." you mutter, a slight rasp to your voice.
he chuckles dryly, "yeah, so am i. it's hard, i know, but you can do it. someday, you won't even think about it anymore."
you shake your head softly. "it's not the same as drugs, or alcohol. it's rewired my brain."
he nods his understanding.
"well, whatever it is, you're not alone in this. i'll always be here to support you in any way you need me to." he gives your side a small squeeze and you rest your head against his shoulder.
you know, deep down, that he's trying his best to help. at times, namely today, you find that he's succeeded in his mission. he's seen you at your worst as well as your best and he's stayed. the promise ring he gave you a few months prior proves that he's more than likely staying for the rest of your days.
that thought, in and of itself, warms you up a little more.
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imsotir-ed · 2 months
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I’m so tired. To the point where sh seems pointless. I don’t think anyone knows that I think I’m actually broken this time. I have gotten back up one to many times this shit is just to much. It’s like torture and I feel like life has finally just done me in. Everything that’s keeping me here seems to not really feel like a reason anymore. I don’t have the energy to scream anymore, no one is fucking listening. Especially the people who say they are.
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kissiesbunnies · 24 days
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I want to be skinny so I don’t make my pretty friends uncomfortable when we go to the club.
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st1tch-th3se-w0unds · 10 days
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i didn’t make myself v*mit today, first time in over two weeks :))
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valeriebby1 · 25 days
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April 2nd Food log
⭐️ved until 2 pm,
Ate half of the salmon,
Did a pilates workout & the Alexis Ren ab workout video,
And had a protein 80 cal vanilla yogurt with half banana sliced inside, and cinnamon.
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not even doing this to be skinnier i just want to be loved lol
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[TW Eating disorders of multiple kinds, like BED, Bulimia, and ARFID!]
(Also mentions of weight, guilt, food/eating!)
So... you know the bad time trio? Y-Yeah so uhm... like I migh'tve thought of something. Like another way to torment them.
So I might've thought of a real stupid AU, where I gave them each an eating disorder. (All coming from my personal experiences.)
So starting with Horror, he has BED, which stands for Binge Eating Disorder. Something he developed as a result to being in the underground, and starving for so long—He tends to think with a scarcity mindset. He finishes his food even if he's full, and a lot of foods are trigger foods for him to start binging. Also, he tends to hoard.
Killer, is suffering from Bulimia. I haven't quite decided why he does it, so I'm also going to go with trauma response. Like he constantly feels empty, he needed to feel anything else. And, listen—Only takes one time purging to get addicted to it. (<- speaking from experience there, I very much regret September 16th.)
Dust has ARFID, which stands for Avoidant/Restrictive Food Intake Disorder. For him, it's a huge mixture of guilt and delusions that causes him such distress. He'll look down at many certain foods and can't stop thinking of someone he's dusted, can't stop seeing it as something he should not eat. It's textures, smells, tastes, looks—Which. He's dropped a concerning about of weight due to this.
Now, the thing is after the murder time trio figured out they're all terrible at eating. You wanna know what they did?
*Sharp inhale*
They formed a pack, one that was basically to help each other out when needed. If Nightmare or Cross (<- not an ED, but he does have an exercise addiction) ever got suspicious, they'd cover for each other, make up excuses when Dust wouldn't eat or why a whole pack of chips was gone the next morning after just being bought.
As for Nightmare... he is, incredibly suspicious of these three. He feels embarrassment and shame in the air when he asked who ate of last of something and it almost always comes from Horror.
He feels emptiness and frustration that comes shortly after Killer excuses himself from the table, Killer always excuses himself first.
And he feels sadness, fear, and guilt from Dust anytime he picks up a fork, fear.
And he doesn't know how to handle it, or what to do. They all look so... tired, and so exhausted and dinner time is so awkward and he hates not knowing what's wrong.
So the story would focus on Nightmare trying to get to the bottom of it, and once he figures out what's wrong, he'd ne focusing on trying to help them recover.
Now, he's not entirely sure how be would help them recover, but he's getting there.
AU credits!
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