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Anorexia oneshot sherlock - (Request)

TRIGGER WARNING: please don't read this if you are easily triggered. I am writing this because it was a request from one of my lovely followers. I just want to say that you all are beautiful no matter who you are, what you look like, your gender, age, status, ability... You are all beautiful. Also, I am in no way trying to glamourise disorders like this in any way, they are deadly... ❤️
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Sherlock-
You looked down at the white bathroom scale pitifully through your hazy, distorted vision. As you glanced up at the mirror in front of you, you attempted to brush away the tears brimming at your delegate waterline yet merely proceeded to smear now aqueous mascara across your pink hued, blotchy, slightly concave cheeks. You actually commended yourself on hiding this from Sherlock for so long... You wore baggy clothes every day and it isn't really that hard to hide the fact you weren't eating. He hardly payed attention anyway. You looked down again
"(imaginary weight)... Damn it!" You whispered to yourself as you pulled your XXL hoodie back over your head and slid on your huge leggings. "I should be at least 10 pounds lighter than that by now!" Your voice rattled with irritation and carried with it a scratchy tone as a lump developed in your throat. Sherlock didn't know that you had a scale in the house, you constantly fretted that if he saw it then he might catch on... So you kept it hidden behind all of your clothes in your closet. Once again, you looked back up to the steamy mirror, poking and pulling at the skin on your face as if it was some hideous defect or growth awaiting removal. You then turned your focus down to your stomach... You slid your hands under the thick material and glided them round your waist and just above your hips. In truth, you were bony. The fragility of your body was immense but all you felt was fat... Fat stomach, fat legs, fat arms, fat face... Everything. What infuriated you more was that Sherlock was rail thin. My god, he was blessed, he won the genetics lottery. It angered you so much...
Ambling out of the bathroom tiredly, your vision shook ever so slightly and you lost balance; your body crashed into Sherlock's as you collided in the narrow hallway.
"Sorry (y/n)." He said, brushing himself off "I didn't see you the-" his voice cut off as he grabbed your arm to pull you back upright again. He let go suddenly, baffled, almost knocked speechless as if he had grabbed hold of a hot poker.
"What?" You snapped nervously, stepping away and darting past him through the rest of the hall to the living room where you curled up defensively on Sherlock's leather chair. "Jesus... If he knows..." You muttered under your breath as he followed you in, slowly. He stopped dead in the doorway for a few seconds, an inquisitive glint flickering in his eye, before cautiously stepping inside and sitting down at the kitchen table. You groaned internally at his actions... You knew that he was starting one of his 'experiments', he always sits in the kitchen before 'experiments'...
"Tea?" He asked briskly, jerking upright and spinning on his heel to grasp the kettle. He eyed you slowly, awaiting a response. You quickly calculated in your head...

Tea- 1 calorie
Milk- 22 calories
Sugar- 20 calories
Total: 43 calories

"No thank you" you said with a forced smile. You wrapped your arms across your stomach and brought your knees closer to your chest to conceal yourself from him. He couldn't find out... He'd make you stop... Sherlock immediately placed the kettle back down onto the chemical-stained countertop and wandered over to the fridge; he opened it slowly. As the pale white light beamed across his perfect face, it shot bold, striking shadows across his sharp cheekbones and jawline. You were so envious of that... Your neck was not nearly as defined and your cheeks always felt soft and fluffy complete with an annoying plush pink colour which constantly made you look out of breath.
Sherlock withdrew a jam layered yoghurt and an apple from the fridge before returning to join you.
"Hungry?" He asked raising an eyebrow at you as if he knew the answer already. Of course you were hungry! You hadn't eaten properly in at least three months. You weren't going to tell him that though, obviously...
"No"
"Sure?"
"Yes Sherlock" a tone of impatience beginning to creep over you.
"(Y/n) please...Tell me what's going on" he said with sympathetic eyes as he later his head in his hands. You just stared at the food on the coffee table in front of you. You felt almost afraid if it.
"(Y/n)?" He repeated softly, snapping you out of your daze.
Suddenly, your legs began to quiver and your chest tightened exponentially. White fairy creatures danced across your vision before enshrouding you in a vale of blackness as you leaned forward and fell to the floor.
When you finally began to slow stir awake, Sherlock was cradling you in his arms, head bent low and shaking tears dripping from the bridge of his nose onto your neck. While you were unconscious, Sherlock had removed your jumper and leggings so you were only covered by a thin vest and pair of gym shorts. Upon noticing this, you frantically tried to hide yourself by grabbing a pillow and clutching it close like a safety harness you your pale frame. As you just looked on in silence, all Sherlock could muster was a shaky
"W..why?.. Why did you?.." He couldn't even finish his sentence. He took his warm hand and cupped it around your thin face before leaning down to kiss your forehead delicately as if he were tending to a baby white rabbit. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he continued
"Why did you do this? A..and how did I not notice?! I am so, so sorry! This is all my fault"
Sherlock was quivering quite violently now, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him
"H..how much do you weigh?"
"Too much..." You muttered.
"How much (y/n)?" Sherlock asked again, more sternly, becoming more panicked by the second
"(Imaginary weight)"
"Jesus Christ.... Why (y/n)?.." He sighed with a slight moan in his voice as he dipped his head close too his knees and attempted to take stock of what he had just heard.
You shut your eyes for a brief moment and inhaled deeply before unraveling your tale as Sherlock listened intently through weepy placidness.
"It started a few months back. When I started working for Mycroft... It was clear that Athena was his number one favourite in the office and she was always chosen over me. She always seems so much more composed and focused, so when we came back after two weeks off -to work at home- Mycroft was extremely impressed (dare I say, delighted) when Athena came back clearly ten or fifteen pounds lighter. She said that she had been working out a lot and then she started getting even more superior.... I became the fat one. The joke. The unattractive one. Nothing I did at work impressed him as much as 'gorgeous Athena'! So... I started 'dieting' it started off as a little but when I saw you didn't notice, I cut out food almost entirely..."
You stopped to take a shaky breath.
"Even though people say they see a change in me, I still see myself as the fat one, I look as if I've lost no weight at all..."
Sherlock sat back, allowing you you curl up and slouch against his chest which was slowly rising and falling as his breathing deepened.
"Jesus (y/n)! How can you not see this difference??" He slowly eased you off his lap and stood up, offering you his hand to help you up too. He squeezed your palm comfortingly with his protective grasp and lead you towards the bathroom.
"Look (y/n)... I just want you to look."
He tilted your chin up towards the mirror so you could see yourself. Your head felt heavy and lethargic; you didn't want to see "how can you not see this?" He continued "how did I not see this?! My god! I'm a terrible husband!" He darted his hands up towards his head and worriedly dragged his fingers across his scalp through the mop of curly brownness. He could only state in despair at your body, it was as pale as a sheet and you were clearly underweight. You turned to him, tears returning to the corners of your eyes and let your arms stretch out to embrace him.
"(Y/n) I promise... I will help you through this. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. I swear to god I am going to kill Mycroft next time I see him..."
"No, sherly, don't..." You spluttered, pulling away, a look of desperation on your face.
"I have to do something! He did this!"
"Sherlock please..."
He paused for a long time before finally sighing
"Fine..."
You shone a sympathetic smile towards him which resulted in Sherlock pulling your body back into an embrace. He slid his hand up your back to cradle your neck and smiled as his soft pink lips collided with yours. He was almost afraid to hug you too hard as your body was so frail but he still managed to show his affection quite passionately. Every now and then he had to give you a little reassurance when you flinched at him touching an area you didn't like such as your legs or stomach but every time you did this he merely whispered
"We will get through this... Together... I promise. I love you so much"
"I love you too Sherlock"
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A/n-

I hope this was long enough and not shit 😅 (just so you know, I didn't put an actual weight in there because I didn't want to offend anyone. 'Underweight' has a lot of different numbers so I couldn't single out just one)

Sorry this was late 🤕

Love ya ❤️ xxx