Nico di Angelo One-shots

Nico With An Eating Disorder, V3

Nico X Any Reader

"Eat?" You asked him in a pleading manner.

He shook his head, looking down. You sighed again, asking him for the last time. "Please?"

He glanced up at the breakfast laid out for him; scrambled eggs, three pieces of bacon, a piece of buttered toast, and orange juice. He shook his head again.

You sighed, standing and taking the plate to the kitchen counter. You put another plate atop it in case Nico were to change his mind. You walked back out to find him waiting, boredom kicking at him.

"You wanna watch a movie?" you ask, having nothing else to do. He nodded. You took his hand and brought him to your sofa, and played the movie that was already in.

He curled up next to you, laying his head on your shoulder. You heard his stomach growl, though he intently ignored it. You heard it again, louder.

"Hungry, Nico?" you whisper during the love scene, romantic music playing.

He shook his head sternly, "Nope."

"Are you sure?" you bothered, poking his cheek.

He nodded, taking your hand, "Yup."

You sighed. Will nothing get him to eat? Maybe if you tried eating something, he'd want to.

"I'm gonna grab a snack, okay?"

But Nico wasn't stupid. "I know you're just trying to get me to eat. You can stop, Y/N. If I eat anything I'll just throw it back up. Stop worrying, too. It's just because I forgot my medicine."

You sighed, "I know, but I hate you not eating."

"Don't worry," he snuggled closer. "It's not like I won't eat something tomorrow."

Still, you don't give up throughout the day--no matter how frustrated it made Nico.

"Are you making dinner?" he asks.

You nod, "Yeah."

He nods in return, "'Kay."

"And you're eating."

"No, I'm not. For the hundredth time."

"Well, you don't have a choice, Nico."

"Excuse me?"

"I'll force it down your throat if I have to."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

He knew it was true.

Once dinner was finished--ham and noodles--you placed two plates on the table. "Nico." you call.

He comes into view, but scowls immediately. "Not. Hungry." he growls.

"Not. A. Choice." you retort.

He reluctantly sits next to you. You pick up his fork and place it in his fingers, but he doesn't do anything with it.

You chew a piece of meat, "You know, if you do end up throwing it up, that only leaves room for more."

"Whatever, Y/N." he scolds.

You sigh, "Just eat it. Please? I'll even pay you."

"No."

"Yes."

"Make me."

"You really need me to go there."

"Well I'm not eating this myself."

He looked you dead in the eyes. You angrily sighed, and took his fork. He watched you cut a piece of his steak, and lift it up to his mouth.

"Open your mouth." you demand, annoyed.

Nico doesn't even flinch.

He sigh, closing you eyes for a few seconds. You scoot closer in your chair and open his mouth for him, and place the piece of meat in. He chews, but doesn't swallow until you glare.

"Not that hard, right?"

"Swallowing was."

He stood and left the table, not taking care of his dishes. You suddenly lose your appetite, and take both to the sink, where you leave them there to do tomorrow morning.

By the time you made it to Nico's bedroom, Nico was already in bed, but not asleep or changed.

"You know," you sit at the foot of his bed, "You know I love you. Right?"

He nods.

"And you know I don't want anything happening to you?"

Another nod.

"Okay, well. Don't forget your medicine tonight. Or tomorrow morning."

He nods one last time.

You sigh, laying next to him, where you faced his back. You placed your hand on his arm and stroked it with your fingers and thumb.

"Y/N," Nico stated softly. "I hate it when people worry about me."

"I know."

"But, it doesn't mean I don't want you to care for me."

You waited a minute. "I know."

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I probably should be."

"No. Look, I'm tired. I'm just going to get some sleep."

You didn't say anything. Nico closed his eyes, leaning into you. You sighed, contempt with playing with his hair. His breathing slowed evenly as he drifted off to what would soon turn into a nightmare.

You kissed his head, but didn't say anything. Just having each other said everything.