Matt Sturniolo imagines

⚠️TW ed⚠️

A/N: guys I'm running out of ideas, please send requests 😭😭😭😭

I've struggled with eating disorders in the past, and because of it I try not to look in mirrors when I get changed. It sounds stupid but it really does help. But today, I happened to glance. I tried to look away and ignore it, but I just ended up hyper fixating on it. My thighs touch, I'm riddled with cellulite, my stomach is huge, my arms flap. Thoughts like these were flooding my mind and they wouldn't go away. One was the loudest though, starve. Starve, starve, starve, starve. I shook my head no and went downstairs.
"Hello my love." Matt said to me with a smile. "Hey babe." I replied. He walked over to give me a kiss. In doing so, he put his hands on my waist. That scared me, him feeling my body scares me. I pulled away from the kiss, smiled and, "I think I'm gonna go for a run."
"Really? Y/n Y/l/n, the least athletic person ever going for a run? Why?"
"I dunno, maybe it could be fun."
"Okay," he said questioningly. I went outside and started to run. I ran for 3 hours, I didn't even realize my phone was ringing. When I got home Chris Matt and Nick were sitting in the kitchen looking worried. "Hey guys, what's up?" I said.
Matt got up, "Jesus y/n, thank god you're okay." He went up to give me a hug. "Yea, I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?"
"Y/n you were gone for 3 hours and you didn't pick up any of our calls." Nick said. I looked at my phone to see 20 missed called from Matt. "You scared us half to death, love."
"Oh sorry, I got really into my run."
"Yea clearly," Matt said laughing.
"You must be starving, you wanna get McDonald's?" Chris asked. I was really hungry. But it wasn't worth the calories. "Um, I'll just get a water." I smiled.
"You sure? You were running for a long time." Matt said with concern.
"Yea, I'm really tired so I think I'm gonna hit the hay."
"Okay, I'll be up in a bit." Matt smiled. Nick and Chris said night and I went upstairs.
                                   —time skip—
                               ~two weeks later~
       "Y/n you want some pasta?" Matt asked. He, nick, and Chris gave each other a look. "Um I'm not really hungry, thanks though." I said timidly.
Matt let out a sad sigh. They gave each other another look. "Love, we need to talk to you." Matt said.
"Oh? about what?"
"Y/n, we haven't seen you eat for 2 weeks. You've been going on really long runs multiple times a day running on only water." Nick said I froze. I was speechless. I could feel myself start to get choked up.
"Yea, and you can talk to us. We're all here for you no matter what, you're family." Chris added.
I started to cry. I cried and cried and I couldn't stop. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't.
"Oh y/n..." Matt said. They all came up and hugged me.
"You're okay, we've got ya." Chris said trying to calm me down. I sobbed in their arms for a while. Once I calmed down. They all looked at my like they were waiting for an explanation. I flared my throat. "I- um. A while ago, I was looking at myself in the mirror and, I didn't like what I saw. And for the first time in a while, I felt the urge to lose the weight. I hated how my body looked and once I started, I couldn't stop."
"Y/n, how much do you weigh now?" Nick asked concerned.
"......99 lbs." I said just above a whisper. Matt covered his mouth in disbelief. Chris looked at my teary eyed. Nicks jaw was practically on the floor.
"It's okay my love, we're gonna help you. Whatever you need." Matt said leaning over to hug me. "Thank you."
"Now, I don't want to rush you, we can start small, but how does a small cup of pasta sound?"
I nodded my head hesitantly. They cheered me on with each bite. Recovery won't be easy, but every day will get better. Especially knowing that the love of my life and my best friends in the world are there with me every step of the way.