Hi!! Another request I'm so sorry 😭😭 I love the way you write, so, if you can, I've got another idea for the drabble I would love to read. Xavier centered, if it's not hard.
(TW ED, CW bipolar)
Usually, I don't eat a lot when it's depressive episodes because I don't have appetite, maybe, once in a few days, so when I'm "leaving" that depressive phase, my friends make me eat, but recently I understood that I am kinda scared of eating? I try to distract myself just so I won't eat more than I did in depressive phase. I would love to see how Xavie would act in this situation, sorry if its too detailed!!
Hello again!
Thank you so much for the second request! I apologize that it took so long to get done, please enjoy!
Hope you have a great day! ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ🖤ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ
You were sitting at the kitchen counter, staring at the plate Xavier had put in front of you. Fruit. Toast. Eggs. It was simple, kind of him to prepare for you, but your stomach twisted at the sight. You hadn’t eaten much in days, honestly it had been barely enough to keep you alive, and now, with the depression lifting, clarity coming back to you, the idea of eating normally felt…terrifying.
Xavier slid into the chair beside you, his hand brushing yours gently. “Starlight,” he said softly. “You don’t have to eat it all. Just…Just try a bite. That’s enough.”
You shook your head, fingers hands twisting your napkin anxiously. “I…I don’t know. I’m scared,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “What if I, what if I eat too much? What if I...”
“You won’t,” he interrupted, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Your body needs fuel. You need it. I'm right here with you, you're not alone, we can do this together.”
You let out a shaky breath, trying to focus on him but the anxiety kept creeping up on you. Slowly, you picked up the fork, your hands trembling. Xavier’s eyes never left yours, you didn't understand how he could possibly be so patient with you.
“Look at me,” he said, voice soft but firm. “One bite. That’s all. I’m not asking for more than you can handle.”
You nodded, forcing the fork to your mouth. It was a small bite, you could barely taste it. Xavier smiled gently, squeezing your hand. “That’s it,” he said. “See? You did it. That’s enough for now.”
You exhaled, relief washing over you. He leaned closer, resting his forehead against yours. “We’ll take it slow. One bite at a time. No rush, no pressure.”
You swallowed, the fear still there but a little less now. “Okay,” you whispered. “One bite at a time.”
Xavier kissed the top of your head, and you slowly picked up the fork, stabbing another piece of fruit. Maybe, with Xavier by your side, you could do this.