#arfid!reader

[spidey-bie]

Hobie x ARFID Reader

Warnings: emetophobia (if you squint), eating disorder

He's the type of person who'll sit with you as you eat even if you're a slow eater

"Didn't you say you had to go to HQ today?"

"Miguel and those other wankers can wait. I have more important things to do here."

People have stopped complaining about you eating slow ever since you've started hanging out with Hobie.

(He probably lectured them about eating quickly is a part of the grind mindset and how capitalism has once again plagued society so much that we can't even eat meals without thinking about how to best optimize our time. In this essay I wil-)

Please don't hoard your food, your personal food disposal is literally right there

He will not let you force food down either refer back to the above point.

Never explicitly states anything about the excessive amount of Pepto Bismol you own. However he does distract you away from it after each meal if it's a habit you're trying to break.

He also finds creative ways to motivate you to eat

"Did you really just put on a puppet show with a sock figure singing about how you can't fight the power on an empty stomach?"

"Yeah."

"Siiiigh ig I gotta go eat now. Like Shobie the sockman said I can't fight against my oppressors if my stomach is giving me away."

Learns how to prepare your safe foods

He's a fairly decent cook. But if he doesn't know how to cook something he'll experiment before giving you the final product.

Also he doesn't say anything if you ask for foods to be finely chopped or cut because of excessive fear of choking.

If there's something he can do that'll make eating easier for you he'll do it no matter how strange it might seem.

He will distract you as you eat if that helps you. Probably goes on and tells a story from his day or something new about one of his interests.

He doesn't get upset or irritated if your safe foods change up

You looked down at the plate of food set down before you. There was nothing wrong with it. It was actually a food you'd grown comfortable eating for the past couple of weeks yet the sight of it now made your stomach turn.

"I can't do it. I'm sorry."

"What you apologizing for? You didn't do anything wrong."

"I know." Your vision began to blur. "But I thought this one would've stuck around for a bit longer."

"Don't worry about it I've got some safe foods in the fridge for you as backup."

He will find ways to sneak foods with the vitamins you need into your food if you ask him to.

He tells you he's proud of you for whatever you eat that day or if you try new foods.

"I'm proud of you for eating."

"Bie I'm only eating a child's portion of food."

"Oi. Don't put yourself down. Something is better than nothing."

(A/N: You just gotta love mourning over the foods that you can't eat anymore 🙂. Anyhow this wasn't as heavy as I thought it'd be. Actually got some heartfelt scenes in here. )

[niphredil-14]

Rise Donnie and ARFID

I saw a post about how hard it is to have a partner with ARFID, and I have always been told “i feel sorry for any guy that wants to take YOU on a date” about ARFID and that is deeply upsetting to me, so here is me projecting and saying that Rise Donnie has ARFID. (I wrote this on my phone in my notes app so if the quality is suckier than usual that’s why)

- Would be super supportive of a partner with ARFID, and would have a separate mini fridge/food basket for all your snacks (especially if you get paranoia about your safe foods being near unsafe foods)

- I hc that while he is capable of eating with a group of people, it is much more comfortable for him to eat alone, or with one other person, with each of them snacking/eating their own thing

- Would want him and his partner to both brush and floss before kissing after eating, he gets paranoid about remnants of food being left in his mouth

- Doesn’t like eating whole meals as much as he likes eating frequent snacks

- He is super territorial over his safe foods. Does not like when other people eat them, and after going hungry a night or two because his brothers (they didn’t realize how serious it was, obvi) ate all of his safe foods and there was only fear foods left, he decided to just hide his stash in his lab with multiple locks (like how he does for his Jupiter Jim comic)

- After his brothers realized how serious his food struggles are, they try to be respectful (semi-respectful. They still eat his food, but try to leave a few safe foods left for him)

- Mf does not trust people to prepare food for him easily, he very reluctantly trusts Mikey with it, but only because he taught Mikey how to make his foods how he likes them.

- I think he would be very specific with how the food was prepared (like stirring 30x clockwise, the placement of foods, etc)

- hates being called picky. Hates the fucking word picky

These are just some of my headcanons, if you have any struggles with food please feel free to add them!! I would love to see more

[toomiieimagiines]

Umumum, did you see the kissing hcs you did for akito and tsukasa? I would like a rui one if that's okay :3

It feels weird to request something like this

𖦹 hii! don’t feel awkward about it, i’ve been waiting for something cute like this for a while! let’s stop torturing rui for a while, and let him kiss reader!! (o^^o) sorry for hiatus, i have a bunch going on rn but i have a ton of writing qued up now! i’m just using a short one first to tease u guys! lololllll! do u guys like the new bullet points btw? i just think they're the cutest thing! also, i was thinkin of opening up some sort of commission to help with my banners! i can write you a however long fic if you just give me some pointers… or make some for me… i can credit you under every time i use them as well! LOLOLZ

♪ no warnings! (see before one shot for those warnings tho! (＞人＜;))

Rui Kamishiro Kissing Hc’s + more!?

☆ For starters, he was TOTALLY freaking out before your first kiss

☆ He just wants to impress you! Is that so wrong?

☆ DEFINITELY the kind of person who accidentally keeps his eyes open… Scary…

☆ He had never kissed anyone, or even dated! He didn’t want you to think he was weird if he messed up!

☆ Held your cheek so nicely too

☆ He’s always so gentle with you… :(

☆ Was a total wall for a while, he was always really tense…

☆ He did of course lighten up after a while, but not without a fight

☆ After he realized you weren’t out to get him, he turned into a FIEND

☆ “Sweetheart, I've been doing so good, y’know? I think I deserve something…”

☆ “I really missed you today…”

☆ Kisses with him always have a bit of reluctance to them, though

☆ His signature move is the tried-and-true shifty eyes, darting his gaze from yours, down to your lips, and back up again. He just wants to make sure you look into it!

☆ After that, it's brow-furrowing, the passion exploding

☆ Spontaneous kisses are VERY possible with him, throwing himself over to you when something particularly works in his favor

☆ He enjoys kisses that come from hugging the best. Feeling you close AND getting your lips on his? Sign him up!

☆ He’s also one to tease you when you kiss

☆ When you guys are comfortable, you really should watch out!

☆ He likes to pull you back when you least expect it, and WHAM!

☆ Doesn’t just love your lips either! He’s OBSESSED with kissing the top of your head!

☆ Again with the teasing, he likes to play Romeo and kiss your hands too

☆ He likes to be kissed on the cheek a lot, especially if you wear makeup and leave a kiss mark!

☆ Parades it around like a trophy

☆ The most offended you’d ever see him is if you wipe his kiss off. NEVER wipe his kiss off. He’d never kiss you again in fear he’s an awful kisser

☆ His kisses never really get spitty. If you want constant teeth clattering or biting, he’s not the one for you…

☆ Only time anything hasty happens is when he’s really upset

☆ He loves you - a ton - so please be nice with him too..

ayyyyy!! who’s proud of lil ol’ me?? here’s a mini mini oneshot! not long at all, but i thought the idea was cute! now that i think abt it, this was more just my musing… has a kissy kiss tho, so yay! it’s REALLY OOC sry… i’m rly not all that proud of this work, but it’s embarrassing how long it’s been since i’ve posted so i decided whatever take wut i give ya!!

TW: small issues with eating (rui has autism and trouble with textures (mild ARFID), you help him by trying to make nutritious food he won’t want to spew. . lmao… his problem has NOTHING to do with body image/weight, he’s just very particular..)

Rui wants to kiss you, you want to kiss Rui, and its causing you trouble.

It's been 4 years since you've been friends, 2 days since you've been dating, and you've been staring at each other for… how long are these stupid periods? Whatever, the short story is; the teacher made a million-dollar mistake (letting you two partner up for a group project), and everybody in your class is suffering because of it.

It's a classic story, you talk like everything’s normal, brush hands, look away, sputter something out, stare at each other, and freeze when you realize the other is staring right back. People - yourselves included - have seen you two be so natural together, so the simple fact of you two being so awkward is… unsettling. Little did they know, you both are going through some of the worst identity crises known to the angst-riddled teenage mind.

Rui is scared. To expand, Rui is scared of how much he wants to kiss you. To expand further, Rui is scared of how much he wants to kiss you, because you look so nervous around each other all the time since the thing, and he knows that asking you would be awkward enough to want to dig himself a grave out of embarrassment.

He wishes you would just wear the pants and ask, as horrible as that sounds. Why should he be the man and make the first move? He’s hardly manly, he wears striped sweaters…

He finds that way of thinking farcical, he knows it’s dumb to wait for you to ask, but he can’t help it. You asked him out (kinda, it was a genuinely… unique experience), and you should be the one to initiate a first kiss. Rui had never kissed anyone before! Can’t you take one for the team? He’s sure you’ve kissed people, how could you have not?

You were thinking the same thing, of course.

I mean, you already had to make him sit through your painfully long-winded and uncoordinated confession, the least he could do is this! He's definitely kissed someone, you decide, you haven't! It isn't fair to expect you to know what to do!

To everyone else, said simply, you both look schizophrenic.

The way you two decide how to split up the work, the way you two talk to each other as if you're perfect strangers, is confusing for both of you.

“O-Oh, uh- I can- y'know- I can do the writing, I don't mind-”

Your hands graze the others while reaching for the cheap school laptop.

“Sorry!-” You both squeak in unison, pulling away as if you had burned each other. Damnit! This is so annoying! You have to speak up.

“Rui we’re- c'mon, you're still my best friend, so why’re we acting like this?-” You try to laugh, covering your face in frustration. “Be normal, we do this all the time.”

Fortunately, he loves you more than his embarrassment, so your words quickly calm him down.

You both are just so dramatic!

Later, the lunch bell saves you from the hell-sent assignment, and you meet at your usual spot for lunch. You pull two lunch boxes out of your bag, and he grows anxious.

He squints at the sun, his hand cupping his face. “It’s been warm out, even for me. Do you think so?”

Really, Rui? You want to say, small talk? Is this to get out of the real food you want to feed him? Yeah, right.

“You’ll be pretty warm when I strangle you.” You remark, handing him his. “Heard you get sweaty when you fight for air, so you better not piss me off.” You point for emphasis, forcing down your smile. He has to keep from smiling too.

“Well, now i’m feeling nauseous,” he looks away, chuckling. “I think I’ll call someone..”

“Yeah, right. Like you’d find someone else to cut you cutely-shaped vegetables.” You nudge him with your shoulder, pointing again to his lunchbox as if to say eat. Eat now, or die later.

“Maybe a toddler's mom,” He pokes his veg to the side, “or a professional lunchbox maker. Something stupid like that.”

“I bought you soda candy if you’re a good boy and finish all your vegetables.”

“Aye aye, cap’n!” He fake saluts, looking at his lunch with a new-found determination.

“You're too easy, I should be a dog trainer.” You sit, watching him inspect the offending food. He knows you're watching him, and you know he knows you're watching him. You do it because it gives him a reason to actually try, letting him know that if he doesn't eat, you won't.

“You really went with a challenge today...” He squints.

“Why’d you think I bought soda candy?”

“Ah.”

A beat, you glare at him.

“Are you just going to look at it?” You prod, he ponders.

“What's my conversation rate?”

“Two bites to one candy.”

“That seems greedy.”

“Candy-flation. Its a real issue nowadays.”

Another beat, you have to pick up the silence again.

“So whats the plan?”

“You can eat, y'know. I'd rather you not starve to death.”

“Feelings mutual, Rui.”

“Touché.”

He picks one thing up, bringing it to his lips, and you do the same. You smile cockily, knowing he gave in.

“It's good, I promise. I only cooked ‘em for a little bit, so they shouldn't be too mushy.” You speak up, a piece of chicken in your cheek. “I even put meat in it, since you complained last time that it was too “vegetable-y”.”

He nods, chewing slowly with apprehension filling his body. As he continues to chew, however, his reluctance melts away slightly. He always doubts you for nothing! Why doesn’t he trust you? This isn’t bad at all.

“Good, huh? Proud of you,” you encourage. “Rui 2, broccoli 0. Hold out your hand.” You instruct, placing a candy on his palm. “Give me some feedback. Is the sauce a Rui yay or nay?”

“Makes broccoli better, so I like it.” He nods, confirming himself. You fist pump, thrilled he enjoyed it. He sighs at the taste of the sweet gummy, “I like this better though, if you could believe it.”

“Rui liking candy? I don't!” You feign surprise, holding a hand to your chest. He pushes you away playfully.

“Whatever,” he pauses, swallowing. “Do I uh- Do I have to finish?”

“If you wanna live, then yeah.” You joke, holding up an unconvincing first. He laughs.

You two forget about your shared desire, if only for a little bit.

It ends when he walks you home.

You guys were completely normal the whole school day! You both don't know where the sudden apprehension is even coming from, and it’s just…

awkward.

Rui clears his throat, pulling on his coat with an unneeded sense of urgency. You don't know why he felt the need to get your attention, you've been sneaking glances at him for the last 15 minutes.

“So, uh-” he starts, looking away. You know he's about to try for small talk, and it's welcome. “Tsukasa got sick, can you believe it?”

Ah, you were wondering why he didn't have anything to do today.

“I feel bad for his parents, I’d hate to have to nurse ‘kasa back to health,” you snicker, and he joins in reluctantly.

“Me too.”

Another round of silence overtakes the two of you, it’s suffocating.

“So I-“

“Would you-“

You both start, then stop just as quickly. The stifling atmosphere of your shared embarrassment leaves you both speechless.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

You two don’t try to start again, not until you two reach your house.

“So…” you start. Everything feels so surreal. If you would've told yourself three days ago you'd be in a relationship with your best friend, you’d have never believed yourself.

“So.” He agrees, nodding. He's feeling as messed up as you are, he hopes you know that… “I can get started on that project tomorrow-”

“C'mon, Rui!-” you exclaim, grabbing his hands. You're sick of the tension - the apprehension - you just wanted to know where he was with it. Did he not want to be in a relationship with you? “I- Can you just tell me if you wanted to stay friends? This is so awkward!”

“It's not that, truly.” He defends, squeezing your hands. He can't believe you'd think that. Can you not see how endeared you are to him? A wave of relief washes over you, though. At least that suspicion wasn't confirmed. “I just- well…” He starts, getting flustered, “I get nervous…” His voice goes quieter, and he pulls you closer.

You swallow hard, your faces closer than before. The urge comes back- the feeling of desire to not only call him your boyfriend (something that already leaves a fuzzy feeling in your stomach), but to do romantic things with him. To touch him, hold him, breathe him in- even simply kiss him. Those things are why you decided to even tell him in the first place, why you were so discontent with your previous friendship.

Rui felt the same way too. He found his heart utterly devoted to the idea of you, and not much else. He saw in himself a restless animal, listening to every word you said like it was poetry.

All of this is to say that you two were at an impasse.

“Rui,” you beg, staring into his eyes, “let's be weird! I want to do things for the first time with you! I want to-”

A hand on your cheek breaks you from your monologue; your heart tightens.

Rui looks down at you, his expression something you can’t completely describe. He stares at you back, then he goes down to your lips, then back at you.

His voice is a whisper when he breaks the silence.

“Is this okay?”

You freeze. Is what okay? Why is he looking at you like that? Your knees turn into jelly as you realize.

Oh, he wants to kiss you.

You nod feverishly, leaning in.

Your collective thoughts quiet when your lips connect, and for once you’re not worried about trivial things like tension. It’s wonderful - still very reluctant, both being terrified of disappointing the other - but still heartskippingly amazing.

His eyebrows furrow as he deepens the kiss, moving off of pure instinct. He’s glad his first kiss is with you - he wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s no teeth, no fire, just small bursts of heat. You two have never been the kind to be rough with each other, after all, and it’s shown in the way you take care of one another.

His knees lock at the feeling of total gentleness from you, basking in the way you feel. It’s a calm reminder to both of you that; yes, you love each other, and no, you’re not just friends anymore.

like all good things, though, it came to an end eventually, as you two unfortunately had to breathe. (That isn’t to mention the fact that the blistering heat - combined with the strenuous activity, and embarrassment of doing this while standing on your very seeable porch - was leading you both to an embarrassing amount of perspiration.)

He looks down at your connected hands then back up at you, his face giddy and lopsided. “I should go home before it gets too dark, huh?”

You laugh too, heart pounding at the feeling of puppy love. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

It’s not a question, it’s a promise. A promise that you WILL be at school and WILL speak to him like normal.

“‘Course,” he confirms.

He walks home just a little quicker that night, anxious to tell Nene all about it.

(the ironic thing, is that as soon as you closed your front door, you texted her too.)

[miley1442111]

i wanted to- b.floyd

a/n: intended for fem or male reader, so imagine what you like:)))))))))

Avoidant/restrictive food intake disorder (ARFID) is a condition that causes you to limit the amount and type of food you eat. ARFID can cause you to lose interest in eating.

summary: your boyfriend cares about you. a lot.

pairing: bob floyd x ARFID reader

warnings: fluff, talk of ARFID

You shuffled around his kitchen, trying to be as silent as humanly possible. You scrawled a note on the whiteboard on his wall, telling him you love him and that you’re sorry you have to slip out, the usual necessity of having to have breakfast- a difficult task when you had ARFID. Though it had gotten better. You had around 30 safe foods, but only one safe breakfast food, porridge with honey. But it had to be made with a certain milk and it had to be your favourite brand of oats. You knew Bob hadn’t been at his apartment in weeks. He’d come home from deployment and you’d gone straight to his hometown to celebrate one of his cousins getting married.

It was 5:09am, and to be honest you were exhausted. You wanted to stay in bed with Bob and not have to drive back to your own apartment (your apartment that was a 30 minute drive away). To be perfectly honest, you wanted to live with Bob. His apartment was home for you- even though you’d only been officially dating for 6 months. You leaned against the counter, closing your tired eyes as you waited for your morning coffee to brew. You felt familiar hands rest on your waist, his chest against your back. You hummed softly as his warm hands explored beneath your shirt, never going too high. He was always the perfect gentleman. A smile spread across your face and he huffed. 

“Come back to bed,” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep and hoarse from not using it. His morning voice made you practically weak in the knees. “Please?” he added meekly.

“I have to eat,” You sighed. “But I wish I could.”

“I bought your breakfast stuff,” he yawned, and you turned around, your chests meeting. His eyes were still closed, his glasses were crooked, and his uncovered chest was radiating heat. You could almost cry at his gesture. None of your past boyfriends had really cared all that much about your condition, one going as far to say ‘get over it’. 

“You didn’t have to do that-”

“I know. Bagman and Rooster said I was whipped when I picked them up on the way home from base. But I wanted to,” his southern drawl was more prominent when he’d been around family, and you’d just spent the past weekend with his siblings, cousins, and parents. “Now come back to bed.”

“Let me pay you back-” You knew your specific products couldn’t have been cheap, they were hard to find, a specific brand of porridge oats and a local honey. 

“No,” He yawned, a lazily smile making its way to his lips. “You made me split the bill on our first date.”

You rolled your eyes, he always brings that up.

“Don’t roll your eyes,” he had finally opened his eyes. “Come back to bed.”

You chuckled into his shoulder, your tiredness taking over. “Don’t know if I can walk all the way back down the hall.”

Now it was his turn to chuckle, then he picked you up as you squealed, and placed you back on his bed. He got in after you and wrapped his arms around you as you curled into his side, your head slotting perfectly between his shoulder blade and neck. He smiled as you snored softly. 

He thought you were perfect. 

How did he ever get so lucky?

[carmenberzattosgf]

thinking of carmy with a reader who has arfid or just a picky eater...

as a picky eater this makes me feel seen. ( also @thecapricunt1616 and I were just talking about this the other day!)

In summary I think Carmen would struggle just a little bit with having a picky eater as a partner. I mean his whole world revolves around food, and usually interesting combinations of food.

He will make it his life mission to get you to like certain foods. He will get butt hurt if you don’t like his food, though. Like he’s a fragile guy what can I say?

It would take some time but he would learn to be okay with how picky you are because ultimately he can’t control it, and neither can you! He will find you some kind of comfort food and make it over and over again if that’s what you want him to do. I’m picturing him having a special dish just for you on the menu for when you come into the Bear.

[nicksbestie]

matt sturniolo masterlist !

KEY

❄️  - fluff/romance

☃️ - angst

💙 - age regression

🔷 - neurodivergent

Oneshots

Anxious ❄️ ☃️

Hiding ❄️ 💙

Recording ❄️ ☃️💙

Don't Touch Me ❄️ ☃️🔷

Migraines ❄️ ☃️

Kittens - (part two) ❄️ 

Nightmares ❄️ ☃️

Blurbs/Headcanons

Touch Starved ❄️ 

Little ❄️ 💙

Adhd!Partner ❄️ 🔷

Autistic!Reader ❄️ 🔷

Sharing a CG 💙

Not Feeling Well ❄️ 💙

Caregiver!Matt ❄️ 💙

Understimulated ❄️ 🔷

Deaf!Reader ❄️ 

Fussy Little 💙

Labor ❄️ 

Wisdom Teeth ❄️ 

Sick!Cg/Little 💙

Bedtime Routine 💙

Velcro Little 💙

Special Interests 🔷

ARFID!Little 💙🔷

High School Little 💙

Series - (ongoing stories are in italics)

Nooks And Crannies - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

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[pjsk-writin]

hello amichen!!!

can I request pjsk boys with a reader who doesn't like veggies/ is a picky eater? (if that's okay then maybe a reader that has arfid?)

thank you!!

hihii !! and ofc, hope u like this !! <3

♡ ARFID - Akito Shinonome, Toya Aoyagi, Tsukasa Tenma and Rui Kamishiro x Reader

Akito:

The only food that Akito is really averse to is carrots, so he slightly understands why you don't like certain foods

He does what he can to help you out though, he knows that having problems with your food isn't the most pleasant thing

He really does enjoy taking care of you, so he gets you the foods you like and makes sure you're eating <3

If you do reach a point of losing weight, he tries to discreetly buy you a bunch of treats that he knows you like

"Here...It's the fifth time I've got you some this week? You should still eat it-"

Toya:

Toya also has issues with textures and such in his food, so he can understand where you're coming from

He definitely tries to learn about what kinds of textures you don't like, and is quick to find that he agrees with you

He would cook for you if he wasn't so bad at it, so instead he keeps track of the places that have your safe foods <3

He'll be quick to notice if you're reaching an unhealthy point, and usually makes sure to

"Did you eat today? Let's go to that restaurant you really like, it'll be on me."

Tsukasa:

Besides peppers, Tsukasa is usually the type of guy who will eat practically anything, so he's never been in your shoes

Having said that, he's very sympathetic towards your disorder, and does what he can to help you!

He absolutely teaches himself how to cook your safe foods, he loves how your face lights up every time <3

If you do get to the point where you're losing weight, he pours his all into cooking, making sure to take extra care of you

"My lovely co-star, here's a feast made to perfection for someone as lovely as you!"

Rui:

While Rui certainly has his only struggles with food he doesn't like (veggies), it's not quite the same as you

So, he understands why you avoid certain foods, but he still gets concerned anyway

He has a little notebook what foods you avoid and what foods you like, and asks you to update it whenever you please <3

He would never force you to eat, of course, but he does try to persuade you if he ever notices concerning changes in your health

"Dearest, I bought you your favorite. Shall we eat together? I know a perfect spot."

[bad268]

Idea!

Idk if I've said this here, but I'm autistic, and I kinda wanna write an autistic reader story. I'm thinking of doing something with ARFID (avoidant/restrictive food intake disorder) and someone helping reader try new foods.

would yall be interested in that?

[jwritestuff]

i am whole when i'm with you

cw: disordered eating is implied, nothing graphic. just general anxiety around food. lots of comfort. also small sh mention, just one piece of dialogue.

summary: you have anxiety, and you go to your brothers for comfort.

an: hiiii this is like.. incredibly personal and probably niche. i have emetophobia and arfid so this is usually how my anxiety shows itself. let me know if you like this! i've been writing self-indulgent stuff lately so.. just wanna be sure you guys are down for this. okay mwah

my stomach hurts. i'm hungry. i don't want to eat. i get up to get help.

i feel dizzy as i go down the stairs. i keep walking until i hear dean's voice. "hey, you okay?"

i don't feel like talking right now. at all. i shake my head and mumble "anxious." i find my way to the couch and sit next to my oldest brother. i curl up into his side. i wish i could stay here forever.

he rubs up and down my arm. "how come?" he knows me well. he knows talking about it helps. 

but, i still don't want to talk. i think he can tell, but i need to communicate what's going on.

"my stomach hurts n' i forgot to eat. now i'm nervous." i take a deep breath to calm my nerves. "i was gonna cut." dean hugs me into his side more.

"i can have sam get your water bottle and a snack. how's that sound?" i hear sam walk across the room. (i truthfully didn't even know he was here; i can't think clearly right now.) i nod. they both know exactly what i need at that moment.

i can feel the tears form in my eyes. it's been almost three years. why do i still flip out over something as small as a stomach ache? i am so fucking tired. i wish i could turn off my brain for a while and stay here with dean.

dean is like, a mind reader, (or he heard me sniffle, not sure which) and he knew i was about to cry.

"'m so tired." my voice is raspy. dean kisses my forehead. "i know baby, i know." he sighs and continues rubbing my arm. "me and sammy got you. we always will." he rests his chin atop my head.

and i'm a crybaby because that makes me cry more. i love them so much.

sam is also very quiet. i didn't hear him come downstairs, but when i took my head out of dean's chest, i see my safe food and my water bottle on the coffee table. dean presses my favorite stuffed animal into my arms. (his name is theodore) i take theodore and put my nose to his head. i love how he smells.

"wanna watch pokemon?" dean says this so quietly, like i'm a sleeping baby.

"yes please."

"we got you baby." sam says. he sits on my other side. i feel so safe.

eventually, i eat my snack and drink some water. i took my night time medicine, and i am 100% prepared to fall asleep right here. anxiety is so tiring.

i don't know if sam is awake, or dean, but i mutter a "thank you." to both of them. i'm not the best at showing my appreciation; they know that. but they also know i love them more than anything.

[spidey-bie]

I saw your hobie x ARFIDreader post and I really wanted to reblog it but idk why my brain wont let me without losing it so I saved it as a draft and I wanted you to know that it's incredible even tho I can't share it like you deserve

Awwww 🥰

That's so sweet of you to reach out to me. Thank you. I'm happy to hear my writing touched so many people.

[niphredil-14]

Homemade Pizza

(Jason Todd X Reader) This is a super self indulgent drabble because I have ARFID and love pizza but can’t eat it due to the sensory issues i have regarding slivers of tomato skin in the sauce.

Food related insecurities were always a struggle in the beginning of a relationship. The number of times they’d heard something along the lines of  ‘Wow! I pity any guy that wants to take you out on a date!’ while growing up, and the number of times it had rung true had really increased their anxiety and self-consciousness regarding the topic. It was a big part of their fear in the moment, commuting to Jason’s apartment while the sun had just begun to set. They knew he loved to cook, and though he had been very understanding when they had explained their eating disorder to him, they worried of when he would get tired of being compassionate, of when he would get tired of their differences, of when he would get tired of the burden of them. The fact that their eating routine was thrown off by the date hadn’t made them any less anxious either, and though they knew that it would’ve been alright for them to turn down the date, they didn’t want to. Jason was a busy man, and they didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity to spend time with him. So lost in their thoughts, time passed quickly, and the subway doors opened. His apartment was only a block or so from the subway, so it took little time to arrive at his doorstep. He answered their knocks almost immediately, swinging the door open and greeting them with a short kiss on the cheek, waving them in. The fear in their veins shot up when the smell of food wafted into their nostrils. Pizza, a food that they liked, but was never worth the suffering to eat. 

“Before you freak out.” He said. “I remembered what you told me about your ED, and how you really liked pepperoni pizza but couldn’t eat it because of the tomato skin, so I made the sauce myself and skinned all the tomatoes first, so that I could make sure there weren’t any skins in the sauce.” They turned to him stunned. Most people were somewhat sympathetic to their struggles, but that was the first time that anybody had actually gone out of their way for them. “But please don’t feel pressured to eat any of it! If we don’t then my family will be more than happy to reheat it later.” They turned their gaze away from him, and instead landed it on the table he had set. It was meant to mimic a vintage Italian restaurant. A red and white checkered tablecloth laid upon the semi-small circular rustic table he had moved to stand in front of his main window, with a candle lit in the center and a plate laid out on either end with napkins and wine glasses and the whole ensemble. The lights throughout his apartment had been dimmed, and soft Italian jazz was playing on a record player at the far end of the room. They could only imagine the look they had on their face, because of the concern written all across his when he called out to them softly. “Baby? Are you okay?” He questioned. “If this is too much, then I’ll put it all away and we can just watch some TV and cuddle instead.” That brought their attention back to him as a soft smile graced their face and they threw themselves into his arms. 

“No, please don’t put this all away. I love it, I was just surprised.” Leaning up and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, they hurried over to the table and took a seat. He followed suit, and the two sat and sipped on their wine as they talked. The peace as temporarily interrupted when the oven timer went off and Jason got up to get the pizza. In the short time that he was gone, the anxiety had started to creep back up on them They trusted him, and his cooking skills, but that didn’t erase the fear that their eating difficulties would act up and, in their mind, ruin the date. Some of the anxiety subsided when he walked in with the pizza; it looked absolutely delicious, their only worry then was that looks could be deceiving. The rest of their fear melted away with the first bite. A surprised yet pleased muffled moan leaving their lips as their eyes fell shut, utterly enjoying the slice. 

“‘s that good?” Jason teased. Covering their mouth with their hand as they chewed, they responded with,

“I’d fuckin’ die for you, Jason, this is amazing!” 

“Not if I die for you, first.” He chuckled, partially glad that they didn’t get the joke yet. The dinner went by without much talking after that, save for a few short sentences. Neither of them minded much, though, the background music was calming and beautiful, the view just as much so. When they had finished eating, Jason refused to accept any help cleaning up, insisting that they were his guest, and that Alfred had taught him better than that. There was much more conversation during the clean-up than there was during dinner, though the mood hardly changed. Still serene and romantic like it was at the beginning of dinner, and it stayed like that even when they moved to the couch, cuddling with the TV on quietly in the background. 

“Jay?” The spoke, quietly so as to not shatter the atmosphere. 

“Yeah, Doll?” 

“Thank you for tonight, I’m not sure I could explain just how much it meant to me.” Their jaw felt funny moving as it rested on his shoulder, but not unpleasant.

“It wasn’t a big deal, I’m glad you liked it.” They scoffed lightly and lifted their head up, looking into his eyes so that he could see their emotions, and everything they felt that went beyond words. 

“Maybe it wasn’t a big deal to you, but it was the world to me. All my life, it’s seemed like however bothersome my eating disorder was to me, it was more of a burden to the people around me. It’s always felt like I’ve been a burden because of it. I can’t tell you how many friendships and relationships it’s ruined. Even when people were nice about it, it was just them doing their best to ignore it.” They spoke, wrapping their arms around his thick neck, lightly playing with the short stubbled buzz at the nape of his neck. “But you not only acknowledged it, you went out of your way to do something kind for me, in a way that I could enjoy.” A smile made its way onto their face as their eyes shone with unspilled tears. “I really like you, but even if we don’t work out in the long-term, which to be honest, I really hope we do, this will always be a gesture and a night that I’ll hold close to my heart. So don’t pretend like you didn’t do anything important, please. Because you did, more than I think you’ll ever really know.” His hands moved to rest on their waist, as he spoke. 

“You’re not a burden, Sweetheart, not to me.” He said, firmly, despite how quiet his words were. Their smile widened as they shifted forward, slanting their lips against his. Their arms tightening around him as his tightened around them.

[jenniferjareauwife]

Jj x fem reader with AFRID its a type of eating disorder type thing.

Completely fine if you don't want to write xx

Sandwich

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: eating disorder

word count: 800

summary: you suffer from arfid and your girlfriend helps you through it

I paced around the conference room with Spence while we tried to come up with the geographical profile. We had managed to narrow it down between ten miles but that was it. We couldn't have police patrol 10 square miles, there aren't enough troops. I could feel the anxiety radiating off of Spence which wasn't making anything better.

"Come on. You two take a break." I heard JJ's voice once the door opened and I knew it was going to be ok. "You've been at it for hours and I haven't seen any of you eat or take a break." She gave me a side eye and I looked at the ground.

Spence left the room, giving JJ and I the space. "So...how are you doing?" I asked her.

"Good. We're getting further in the case. How are you?"

"I'm ok."

"Have you eaten anything yet?"

"Um...no." She knew my struggles with eating and she understood them but she also looked out for me, kept me in a good place. She knew I was struggling right now and wanted to make sure I was staying healthy.

"Well then let's take a break, eat something?"

"JJ..." I let out a sigh and gripped the back of one of the chairs, feeling anxiety bubble in my stomach.

"How long has it been since you ate?"

"Just like...I don't know...3 days-"

"3 days-"

"But I had smoothies!"

"Ok but smoothies have no protein or fat. You need solid food too. Come on honey, let's get to a sandwich or something." I shook my head. "Y/n I'm not asking."

"Can you just give me a minute?" I gripped the chair even tighter.

"Yeah...yeah of course. Can I go get a sandwich or do you want me to stay with you?" I nodded.

"Stay."

"Ok. Do you want a hug?" I shook my head.

"It's just gonna...I'm gonna...what if I like choke or something or what if I get sick-"

"Shh, honey that's not gonna happen." Her voice softened as she reached for my hands. "The odds of all of that happening-"

"But it can still happen." I breathed out. "And I...when I was younger I was eating an onion ring and the onion got stuck in my throat and I almost died."

"Shh, I know. I know." She caressed my hands softly and slowly, trying to keep eye contact with me. "Just take a few deep breaths, calm down."

"I can't- can't I just make a smoothie-"

"My love you haven't had solid food in 3 days and you've lost weight-"

"But I didn't mean to!"

"I know you didn't mean to." She kept her voice soft. "And I'm not mad at you, I just want to be here for you."

"But I-"

"Shh. Just breathe. It's ok." She held my face in her hands and caressed my cheeks. "It's ok. I'm gonna go downstairs and get your sandwich and then I'll stay with you as you eat it, yeah?" I gave a reluctant nod and sat down.

She came back with a BLT, watching me carefully as I tried to get all the bad thoughts out of my head. "It's ok. If you do end up choking I'll be here the whole time." I gave her a small nod and took a small bite of the sandwich. I chewed it slowly, making sure that there was no choking hazard before swallowing it. JJ kept her hand on my back, rubbing it soothingly. "Just like that. Take it one bite at a time."

"One bite at a time?" I laughed softly and looked at her.

"Yes my love. One bite at a time." She moved closer to me, kissing my cheek. I took another small bite, feeling a little bit better. "There you go. See? It's not so hard is it." I shrugged and took another bite, still making sure to chew thoroughly.

"Thank you." I whispered, feeling my stomach thank me so I figured I should thank JJ.

"Of course baby. You know I'm always here for you. Now finish your sandwich, I'm not leaving until you do, ok?" I nodded.

"I'm gonna make you a smoothie when we get back home."

"Mm. Can I have a strawberry banana smoothie?"

"Of course. Those are my favorite too." She laughed and kissed my temple and before I knew it I had finished my sandwich. I took a deep breath, leaning back in my chair.

"You ok?" She reached for my hand instead.

"Yeah...yeah I'm good. Just hope I don't throw up." I joked weakly.

"You won't." She helped me stand up and then wrapped her arms around me. "I've gotta get back to work but call me or text me if you need anything."

"I will."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[godsfavdarling]

TW: mentions of ED? HEY!! I haven’t done a request in a hot minute but could you perchance do a hurt/comfort fic of Spencer x m! Or gn! Reader where reader has issues with food (be it an eating disorder or arfid or something similar) perchance?

Hi! I hope you like it! here's the link!

I just wanted to say that I have my own struggles with food, which may have shaped the way I wrote this story. I know that everyone’s experiences are unique, and we all face different challenges and thought processes.

I hope this resonates with you in some way, though I understand if it’s not exactly what you were looking for.

Sending you lots of love! <3

[tako-cafe]

Idia ED HCs

as the title implies this is covering eating disorders so be cautious if sensitive to this. reader beware type deal, also game spoilers

ok Ive done this before actually but it was vague and I offered zero proof so I’m doing this correctly now. I covered Azul in that old post too and his own post will be coming soon as well. Lets get into Idia now.

To start: how this will be done and his ED I think he has. For card and homescreen lines I’m just going to quote them as I don’t want this bogged down with too many screenshots but I will show as many event and main game ones as I can instead for those.

Now what do I think he has? ARFID but specifically the Lack of Interest variant. For reference this is described by the Eating Recovery Center as showing little or zero interest in food. Which can cause forgetting to eat, low appetite or distracted at eating time, or even extreme “picky eating” which limits what you eat or how much.(note I am also pairing this with a linked dx hc of autism for him link to a short article about this)

Now with this specific HC it more so was picked because he isn’t aiming for a weight goal or focusing on a specific idea (ie clean eating for example) but his foods he will touch are safe + him admitting he forgets to eat. As self admitted in the cooking event.

He seems very sensory on what he picks. In his Student intro sheet he hates raw fish but loves candy. Which is then backed up with his dorm uniform line, “Oh hey, want a gummy worm? …I just love brightly- colored candy.” A Birthday Boy line, “When I was out shopping, Sam said he’d throw in a little extra for my birthday. H-he gave me free candy! What a top-tier guy.” Chef card talking about sensory issues, “Ugh,that slimy feeling when ground meat squelches between your fingers gives me the creeps!”

A line talking about the meat feeling again messing with his sensory issues.

As far as safe foods other than candy while he is picky on fruit he will eat it. In the Applepom event card he mentions buying dried fruit, “TA-DA! Here’s the dried fruit I bought at Kokko Market! I figured it’d be the perfect snack.” In the same event in chapter 2-2 he also states, “I only eat fruit if it’s canned or already sliced and peeled. But peeling this thing myself sounds like a chore…”

There is also his birthday interview about food,

“Thank you. So, what’s your favorite food? ” Idia , “…Snacks. They taste good, and are easy to eat while you’re gaming. Can you name a better combo? If I had to be more specific, I’d go with DIY candy kits, where you make candy sushi and such by mixing water into powder packets. It turns snacktime into a game! It’s easy to get totally absorbed, too. Whee hee hee. There’s something genuinely engaging about being able to change the shape and color yourself. It’s definitely not just for kids, okay?” I love this as a lore he stated because it fits into the idea of finding a way to introduce a food he would try: turn it into a game

Further sensory mentions with him hating raw fish in birthday boy, “Raw fish. It stinks, it’s lukewarm, it’s all slimy and clingy and sticky…”

In the same line from that card he actually talks further about how he feels about eating, “And who’s got time for food you need proper tableware to eat? That’s just a ton of pointless busywork for one lousy meal. Who cares how you get nutrients, as long as you get them? Just eat an energy bar with vitamins and minerals! Bam, EZ.”

This isn’t the only time he talks about wanting an easy way out of eating. In the chef card he described cooking as inefficient and mentions meal replacements. He did however seem open to at least try things if he could build basically a slowcooker that prepped the food along with cooking it.

As one more safe food- ramen seems to be okay. A chef card homescreen line states, “Weird. I was meant to be buying ingredients, but next thing you know I’ve got a new type of instant noodles in my hand. Guess I’ll add it to the collection.”

As a conclusion, I don’t think Idia would see this as a disorder. While his family is stated by him to be concerned including Ortho-

We can see his family has concerns that he knows of but I do not think he sees it as a literal disorder. He is in online gaming circles and really limited diets aren’t uncommon in them so they could also be normalized in his eyes. Along with being so isolated his whole life it isn’t far fetched to think he saw this as normal for a while as is. But I do also think he doesn’t want to be like this. He did, even if just for the credits, join the class and did try his best. He looked upset about Ortho being worried. He is one I don’t think he’ll eat everything under the sun even with the top of the line doctors. But I do think he will eventually work through and with accommodating himself find a few things he can handle and maybe even semi-enjoy.

ending notes: if i missed anything he said lemme know so i can edit/add. hopefully I made sense though thanks for reading my silly thing + reposted from my old account so I can link these HCs together I’m making

[kaliforniahigh]

I'm so extremely proud of you for trying your best each day.

And ik how scary an adult diagnosis is. I remember I didn't get my autism diagnosis til I was 17, and my mom didn't tell me til like the middle of last year, that back then I had also gotten an ADHD diagnosis and she just never bothered to tell me til I asked her if I could get diagnosed.

It fucks you up a LOT.

And I'm really thankful that someone such as you, understands and is so kind as to write this and post it as ik sometimes it preferred to keep it private for one's own really hard days. Since I've had friends tell me they've written pieces similar to this and never posted it.

So thank you, again, for the representation in your writing. It really does make me feel that much better.

💖💖💖💖💖

Thank you so much for your kind words, they mean a lot to me!

I've never seen anyone writing about a reader with ARFID so I decided to take the plunge and just do it. Hopefully it encourages other talented writers to do the same.

The feeling that we're not alone in this is so comforting ❤️

[6lostgirl6]

Haiiii! Can I request Hannigram x gn! Reader that has ARFID(avoidant restrictive food intake disorder)?

Hello! Unfortunately my requests are closed. You can send this again when it opens.