Reddie Oneshots

reddie eating disorder fic part 2

⚠️trigger warning⚠️

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He's standing on the edge of the cliff looking down into the black water. He turns to Beverly. "Are we really going to do this?" He asks and Beverly pulls her sundress over her head.

"Happy summer, Eddie." She smiles before jumping over.

Richie looks over the cliff with him. "She always does that, making us look like such pussies."

"You would've realized by now Richie, that Beverly gets joy out of making us look like pussies."

"Shut up, Ben."

"B-B-Besides Richie, y-y-you h-haven't e-even-n jumped i-in y-y-yet." Richie rolls his eyes and flips Bill off before throwing off his shirt and taking Eddie's hand.

"Jump with me."

Mike steps behind them ruffling Eddie's hair. "You'll juke on him, Rich. You can't treat the baby like that."

"I won't juke baby out! You're not my baby so I juked you out last time." Richie explains and Eddie's heart grows warm. Richie just called me his baby, in a way. Eddie realizes how stupid he must look, frozen standing on the edge of a cliff, holding onto Richie's hand, so he jumps.

Richie falls with him, "EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK?", and they submerge into the cold. His vision is met with darkness and Richie's hand is tighter around him as he feels himself sinking into the water. His head is light and his eyes widen upon realizing he feels like fainting. The cold shocks his body and now, as he stares up at the moon— gleaming down at him through rippling water, he realizes he might have taken this fast a little too far with strenuous exercise every morning and no food to give him any energy.

Then as his lungs fill up with water, he feels stupid. He's only fasted for 96 hours. He's pathetic. His head breaks the surface and he takes a large gulp of breath, noticing Richie's hands on his shoulders.

"Forgot how to swim Ed's?" He laughs it off and Eddie joins in, pretending that he didn't have a long dizzy spell underwater.

The moon is their only source of light as they laugh and play-fight in the cool, slick water. Beverly floats on her back as the others chicken fight, Stan tickling her so that she turns over, swallowing the water and choking on it. "YOU DICK!" She yells after she stops retching on the water.

Eddie smiles as he hangs onto Mike's neck, draped over his back. He lays his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes, slowly falling asleep watching Richie push Beverly off Ben's shoulders. He feels okay. He feels good. And he smiles at the anticipation of what the scale will say tomorrow.

-x-

132.5lbs.

He tries not to scream for joy but he can't help himself seeing the digital numbers flashing at him. It's the lightest he's been since- well he doesn't know. Then the numbers aren't as bright and his smile fades.

He's 132.5lbs.

It's not good enough.

-x-

He decides to just walk today. He's on day 5 of his fast and he sees black spots in his vision. You need to eat soon. He knows this. But he's not going to break his fast with cartons of ice cream, pizza, and cookies, throwing everything he's worked for away. Hunger isn't an excuse anymore.

So he walks 4 and a half miles, stopping when he sways in the middle of the street, then he walks back home, head pounding and heart thumping in his ears. I need to eat. I don't feel good. I deserve to eat.