Eddie x Reader : To cure a bad day
Warnings: Emotional/stress eating.
You've had the worst day. One of those hair pulling, teeth gnashing, tear weeping, silent screaming, oh my god that whole thing gave me reflux, let me crawl into a pit and sleep days.
But your home now, it's dark and it's quiet. You're sat on the floor, back propped up against the open fridge. A bottle of your favorite beverage at your side and various snack item remains scattered about.
In your lap sits a whole half of the cheesecake you'd had left over from your date at the dinner a few days ago. You know you shouldn't but it'd be so good with that "eat shit and die, world" mood you're in.
You hear Eddie return home, his keys clattering against the coffee table. The soft thuds of his shoes being kicked off.
He looks around with his brows knitted together, he's expected to see you in the living room, where you usually met up with each other when he got off work.
Eddie pouts for a moment, he'd had a rough day and wanted to steal you into his arms. Squeeze you and bury his face in your neck while he complained about all the bad things should just become you instead, so there would be no more bad things in existence.
But you, were missing.
Looking around, Eddie notices the soft light coming from a darkness in the kitchen. A half smile comes to his face. "Even better" his feet scuffled across the carpet in a hurry.
Eddie opens the silverware drawers and plucks out two forks before plopping down across from you.
In one hand, he offers you a fork, while the other is already reaching for the last strawberry left atop the cake.
Eddie shakes his head to move stray hairs away from his face, "So who or what do we strongly dislike today?" he asks.
You peer up at him in wonder as he just offers you a smile.
"I have a list." he admits.
You tell him what you face today, and he slowly lowers his strawberry. Looking down at it briefly, Eddie scoots across the kitchen floor until he is at your side.
He drops his jaw a little to open his mouth, "say aaaaah!" he sings. Eddie is swerving his fork around like a plane.
"Crshh! Ah, yes, we have a code red emergency," He says as if talking through a radio transmission. "We can't have the sweetest person in the world going sad and sour. Gonna send aid with a strawberry to the soul. Over."
You manage to stifle your giggle to open your mouth and let him feet you the fruit.
Eddie grins, pleased with himself, as he waits for you to chew and swallow.
"All clear, need to do a sweetness conformation." He says, leaning in.
His lips coax a bit of the weight from your shoulders, and his palm on your cheek invites you to lean into him. Eddie's tongue searches for the last remaining strawberry juices, leaving your chilled mouth with a soft warmth.
"Mmm," Eddie hums, the vibration tickling your lips as he pulls away. "Like fresh sugar cane." he murmured, "I'd say that mission was an success."
Eddie, proud of himself and satisfied, starts to dig into the Cheesecake and you follow suit. He takes your hand into his, and holds on while you two continue to share your day with each other.
The bitter feels turning into laughter and drained smiles. The two of you polish off the cheesecake, a good many more leftovers.
Eddie kicks the fridge closed, and you pick up the trash. The dishes can wait until the morning, and just this once you'll each skip your nightly routine.
For now is a time for making a bed in the living room floor. Piled high with couch cushions, bed pillows, stuffies and every last blanket you own. Tonight is the night for snuggling before for TV screen, full and content. Let it watch you tonight.
You and Eddie nod off slowly while he holds you close in a gentle squeeze, and hides his face in your neck. He murmurs half awake that all things should be you, good things and bad, so that they'd all be so much better.
And before sleep takes him, he whispers a cheesecake scented, "I love you, night."
Ok, maybe today wasn't completely the worst day.
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Treading a Rocky Road
This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF244 Critical Ice Cream] as well as a March prompt from @buckybarnesevents Build a Bucky Bingo - Bad Coping Mechanisms
Fandom: MCU/Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Tony Stark
Rating: Teen
Tags: Tower fic, ice cream as a coping mechanism, flirting & innuendo, pining, pre-slash
Summary: Bucky gets swept up in Tony’s emotional eating episode .. but he doesn’t mind a bit.
Bucky was minding his own business, leafing through a reader’s guide to Lord of the Rings when Tony swept into the common area of the Tower. “Come with me. Now.”
He grabbed Bucky’s hand, barely giving him time to scramble up from the comfortable armchair he’d been sitting in before dragging him into the kitchen.
“What’s going on, pal?” Bucky spluttered out as Tony sat a large insulated bag down on the island.
“I have had a terrible day and now feel a critical need for ice cream,” Tony replied as he got a couple bowls out of the cupboard. “They only had my favorite flavor in the quart size,” he opened the bag and pulled out a fancy-looking container, “ and if left to my own devices, I will eat this whole damn thing and make myself sick,” Tony thrust a spoon at Bucky, “so I need you to split it with me.”
“Uh, okay.” Bucky wasn’t really hungry, but there was no way he was going to turn down something sweet. Or a chance to spend time with his crush. “What kind is it?”
“Rocky Road.”
“Never heard of it.”
Tony’s face lit up as he pried the top off. “Oh sunshine, You are in for a treat!” he exclaimed with an almost fanatical grin. “Unless you’re allergic to walnuts or almonds?”
“Nope.” Bucky hoped he wasn’t blushing too much at Tony’s casual endearment. He held out his bowl as Tony loaded it up with what looked – and smelled - like chocolate ice cream with chunks in it. “What’re the white bits?”
“Marshmallow.” Tony served himself an equal amount and - still using the large serving spoon - took a big bite of the ice cream. He let out an obscene sounding moan that sent pleasant shivers down Bucky’s spine.
“That good, huh?” Bucky murmured, taking a bite of his own. The ice cream was amazingly rich and smooth, coating his tongue with dark chocolatey bliss. The marshmallows added an unexpected, but welcome chewy texture to the experience, contrasting nicely with the crunch of the nuts. Bucky couldn’t hold in his own hum of pleasure and Tony’s eyes lit up in delight.
“I know, right? It’s better than sex.” Tony winked. “Well, almost.”
“Afraid it’s been too long for me to make a valid comparison.” Bucky found himself saying, adding in a wink of his own.
Tony raised an eyebrow. “That is both a surprise and a shame, my handsome friend.” He scooped up another spoon of ice cream and gave it a slow, seductive lick. “Let me know if you’re interested in refreshing your memory any time soon.”
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A lot of people will focus on what they want right now, instead of on what they want most. Right now, you might want pizza, but if what you want most is to walk through Venice pain-free, instead of being in pain all the time, you've got to focus on Venice and see the pizza as the enemy that will keep you from Venice. We have to change the way we look at foods that hurt us. If something is making you sicker, it's not a treat. It is a toxin. When you can change your mindset and focus on that big "why" of what you want most in this world, rather than what you want in this moment to get high or deal with an emotional issue you're having, that's when you live on a greater level.
I just did some big coaching in my group with someone who posted that she ate off-plan. She ate buttered toast because she had a fight with her husband, and she needed comfort. And I said, 'That was not comfort.' Comfort helps you heal the wound. If you were comforted, like with therapy, time with friends, exercise, the wound contracts and you start getting better. But, when you eat buttered toast, you are making yourself sicker. If you had wine or did cocaine, it's the same thing. You're hiding from the feeling temporarily. But when that rush, that high, goes away, underneath it is the same wound that was there before. But now it's even bigger because you have to add your guilt and shame on top of it for having eaten something that you had said you weren't going to eat.
So, again, you want to on that big why of what you're creating for yourself and you want to discover real comfort. I call it self-care, real comfort that actually makes you feel emotionally nourished.
- Dr. Brooke Goldner in How to Reverse Autoimmune Disease, or Almost Any Chronic Disease with Supermarket Foods
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I'm ready to recover from my eating disorder [24.01.2024]
I decided to recober from my eating disorder. I mean, it's not like I didn't want to recover before, but I always expected/ hoped it to kind of go away by itself. but it doesn't. when I put a lot of effort and energy into it, then I eat kind of healthy and normal but I feel very exhausted from it. the second I let go, I go back to disordered eating immediately. and disordered eating HURTS.
I can't take this cycle of pain and exhaustion of my eating anymore. I downloaded a food diary app that has a focus on mindful eating. I want to focus on this now, to miake my recovery important, to not assume it's gonna "work out somehow"
I know I can eat healthily. I know it because I eat healthily when I'm with other people or when I'm going out and in a good mood. I know I can eat when I'm hungry and stop when I'm full and not eat away my feelings. I know I can listen to my body and eat what it is craving for.
I also know I can eat disordered very easily. pretty much as soon as I am alone or in a slightly bad mood, I know I can overeat and not even pay attention to it. I know I can eat too much, so much that it is physically painful and know I am hurting myself and keep going. I know I can obsess over nutrition to not have to adress problems in my life.
I know that this is hurting me. I don't know how much, but I know it is responsible for a part of my suffering. this cycle makes me sad and unhappy with myself and tired and sluggish and unmotivated and desperate and hopeless. I am convinced I would have an amazing life if I lived in a world without internet and sugar.
I want this life. I want to live without worrying about what I'm eating and watching and feel like I can't trust myself and do things which I know are hurting me. I want to just live and experience and be
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Overeating during the semester
I have found myself constantly craving pastries and other non-healthy food to the point when I can't actually concentrate neither on my homework nor my writing and any other hobbies.
It 's started recently, but I'm really afraid of it becoming regular cause the next week will be a hard one.
I just want to read and write my frickking books in peace. Stress-eating is shit, getting-fast-dophamine eating is even shittier.
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