STURNIOLO TRIPLETS-one shots

ED-Matt Pt.2

Part two of the first ED story. I had a weird amount of motivation ( who even am I?) so this is the second one this day.
TW: talk of Eating disorders and behaviours. Pls don't read if this will trigger you loves <3

Also again no specific calories or weights.

The second the smell of food hit Matt, a sense of fear flooded his body.
Calories.
Macros.
Sugar.
Fat.
Fat settling all over his body, suffocating-
" Yo, Matt!" A voice called from downstairs.
Matt breathed a sigh of relief, a momentary break from the roaring in his mind.
" Breakfast's ready. Get your lazy ass down here."
And just like that, the voices were back.
Matt slowly made his way now to the kitchen, the fear turning into full fledged dread. He would rather cut off his on toes one by one that eat the fucking breakfast.
" Morning, honey." Nick called, pulling toast from the toaster and lathering on butter. He was wearing an apron and Matt couldn't help comparing him to a lunch lady. All he'd need was a hairnet and he'd be set.
" Don't call me that." Matt growled and slumped at the counter.
" Someone's in a bad mood." Chris grinned from the corner where he was 'filling in' the newspaper crossword. In reality he was putting any word that fit.
" Shut up. At least you're not being fattened up like a pig."
" Yeah but you know, I eat like a normal person so-"
" I do too-"
" Ok! Both of you shut the fuck up." Nick interceded, sliding a plate in front of Matt's bowed head. " Chris. You can't judge something you've never been through. And Matt. It's one piece of toast. Calm down with the similes."
" Yeah, sorry Matt. I didn't actually mean that." Chris apologized from the corner of the kitchen.
" Whatever." Matt picked at the toast. A couple crumbs fell off and lay on the plate untouched.
Fat.
I can feel it.
This toast will make me gain weight.
No one will like me if I gain weight.
I can't eat this toast.
Matt could feel Nick and Chris's eyes bearing down on him. Watching every move. Every breath.
Speaking of breath, Matt's seemed to be running away from him, coming out in short gasps.
" Matt-" The voice seemed to cut out under the pound of the other voices in his head. He could see Nick's mouth moving, but no matter how hard he tried to listen all he could hear was-
Fat.
Ugly.
You're so fat.
You're gonna get so fat.
Was Nick saying those words? It sounded like it. Maybe he agrees with them. Probably. No, definitely. They were doing this to torture him.
" Matt?" It was Chris now, the noise cutting through the noise. Maybe it was because Matt could feel the vibrations of the words through his chest.
Wait. Chest?
" Oh my God." Nick gasped, pacing anxiously around the living room.
" Matt?" Chris repeated, shaking his brother slightly from where he was lying on his chest on the couch.
" W-what's going on?" Matt mumbled. " I thought we were in the kitchen..."
" We were." Chris said. " Until you had a whole episode-"
" You weren't answering us!" Nick cut in, hysteria shadowing the words. " I thought you were having a fucking stroke or something."
" Can you please try the toast again, Matt?" Chris asked gently. " Otherwise we might have to tell mom..."
" No!" Matt sat straight up before being eased back to the couch. " You can't tell her. Please. I just-" He gulped loudly. " I just know that the toast is gonna make me...f-fat." He spat it out like a slur.
" What?" The word was spoken at the same time, in the same shocked tone by Nick and Chris.
" Of course it won't make you fat, sweetie. I'm sorry you think that. Toast is good for you and your body needs the nutrients to survive." Nick soothed.
Matt sighed, defeated. " Even if that's true, I hate being the only person eating. It makes me feel bad."
" Ok, well that's easy to fix. I'm down to eat anytime." Nick joked.
" Me too." Chris agreed.
" Do you want to try again?"
Matt thought for a second. It seemed like an impossible question. Finally, he replied.
" I-I guess so."
Slowly, the brothers made their way to the kitchen and bite by bite, breath by breath, Matt ate the toast.
Fat.
No. Strong.
Ugly.
No. Brave.
Alone.
No. He had Nick and Chris eating right there along with him.
When he took the last bite Matt curled around himself, hugging his stomach.
" I feel so gross." He groaned.
" It's ok, Matt. You'll be ok. It'll pass." Nick affirmed, taking his shaking hand into his own.
" Let's go relax, ok?" Chris asked, leading them up to Matt's room. They curled together on his bed, a puzzle completed with its three pieces.
" We love you Matt. We'll love you no matter what. How you look, how you act-"
" Unless you drink a ton of energy drinks at once, then all bets are off." Chris cut in, smirking.
" Whatever, guys. I guess I love you too." Matt rolled his eyes jokingly. " But really- thanks for sticking with me today. I was a total pain in the ass."
His brothers respond by moving closer, alive in each other's company.

Just so yk the complicated-ness of recovering from an ED is very simplified here to actually keep it a one-shot and not a whole ass bible.

Also if anyone has requests lmk!!
Thanks for reading!!