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summary: reader struggles with an eating disorder and hobie helps them get through it when it's tough.

tw! mentions of eating disorders, throwing up, passing out, 

kinda a long one, hobie is like super out of character and idk how to fix it pls help

request by @creepynix 7117

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i sit at the table, staring down at the plate of food infront of me.  its a small meal, a simple sandwich and chips but for some reason i can't bring myself to eat it.

my stomach grumbles, for the past two days i've been running off of water and an apple.  the chips stare back at me, staring blankly. you know when you walk into a room and see someone that doesn't like you? then suddenly they just stare at you. pure hatred in their eyes.  right now i feel like the plate and food is that someone.

i grab a chip and put it in my mouth, immediately regretting it instantly.  i grab a tissue and spit it out, sighing and looking at the food again.  i then grab the sandwich and put it in my mouth.  it tastes so good and my body is telling me to swallow but my brain is telling me, 'no! don't do it!' i try and listen to my body and swallow half of it.  

then i sit there, food still in my mouth thinking to myself 'why did i do that?'  i manage to swallow the rest of the food and then pick up the sandwich again.  i take another bite and immediately swallow.

seconds later im throwing up onto my kitchen floor.  my body responds and gags right after, needing to throw up again but not having anything else inside to do it.  i step over the puke and slide down to the wall opposite of the table, putting my head back onto the wall.

this is the third time this week that this has happened.  i get up, and grab supplies to clean up my mess.  i toss the food into a container and set it into the fridge, along with the other items i've attempted to eat this week.

i then clean up my vomit and grab an ibuprofen.  due to me not eating enough, i've developed a massive headache that comes and goes.  i grab some water and swallow the pill, praying that it works.  then i head to the living room and situate myself on the couch, waiting for hobie to get home.  i turn on the tv and put on 'sleepy hollow.'

about half an hour later, i hear the familiar boots land on the fire escape and climb through my bedroom window.  i listen to hobie walk around the room for a bit, presumably to look for clothes, then come out of the bedroom.  i turn around and see him walk around in a random band t-shirt and sweats.  

"hey sweetheart! how was your day?" he asks, making his way to the kitchen.  "it was alright," i responded, returning my attention to the movie.

i hear him open the fridge door, then immediately closing it again. "love, what did you eat for dinner?" he asks. oh shit. busted.

i forgot to hide the food behind the pizza we ordered a while back, making it fully visible of my very few bites that i had taken.

"just some cup mac and cheese," i say, praying he doesn't check the trash can.  of course, my luck is terrible and he makes his way over to the trash can and looks inside. 

"really?" he asks, "because there's no cup in here."  i stay silent, trying to think of a reply.  he makes his way over to the couch and grabs the remote to pause the movie.  i look over at him as  he sits down, propping his feet onto the coffee table, motioning for me to come closer.  

he drapes his arm along the top of the couch, leaving me room to sit right beside him.  i rest my head onto his shoulder and he sighs.  i stay quiet.

"when's the last time you actually ate a real meal?" he asks. the question lingers in the air, tension rising instantly as i don't answer for a good 30 seconds.  i don't wanna tell him the truth but i also don't want to lie either.  i decide to tell him the truth, as lying would only make him mad.  

"two days ago.." i mumble. he then turns his whole body to turn to me, concern filling his face. tears fill my eyes and before he can say anything i break down.  i just start sobbing.  speaking through tears, i try to talk but i just can't.

he then pulls me onto his lap, and hugs me.  i cry into the crook of his neck.  "oh y/n," he says, sympathy in his voice.  

eventually i stop crying and he pulls away, "what's botherin' you darlin'?" he asks softly.  "everything," i sniffle, "i've just been so stressed and i can't eat and i haven't been able to eat like a normal person for years, every time i try it just doesn't work and i throw up, i get at most 2 or 3 bites in."  

hobie then hugs me again, "pretty, i didn't know you felt like this. try and tell me whenever it gets bad like this okay?" he says.

"okay," i sniffle back, "can you.." i start.

"anything." he says.

"can you eat with me? i don't know i just want to try eating again."  i say embarrassed.  he smiles at me, "absolutely sweetheart, let me grab some food."  he then gets up and walks over to the fridge.  as he's getting the plates and food, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest.  for years i couldn't eat, but now i feel like i might be able to. 

hobie comes back with two plates, both with a half sandwich on them and some chips.  he sets them down on the couch and sits crisscross.  he then gives me a plate and i pick up the sandwich.  "you ready?" he asks, picking up his own.  "i think so," i respond.  

he grabs my hand, "on the count of three, 1, 2 ,3!" we both bite into our sandwiches, i chew for a bit then swallow, but this time i don't feel the need to throw up.  "you alright?" hobie asks as he finishes his bite. "yeah i'm fine, that actually helped a ton." he smiles at me, eyes lighting up. we do this until we're finished with the meal.

he moves the plates aside and comes closer to me.  by now we're both smiling like idiots.  he then kisses me softly. i can feel his cold piercing on my lips and his rings on my waist.  im so happy i have him.

bro this shit is ass, im so so so sorry.

ill see yall maybe in a day? i got another request, feel free to send more !!