Reddie Oneshots

reddie eating disorder fic part 5

⚠️trigger warning ⚠️

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Eddie goes home two days later.

Things don't go well.

Cookies, ice cream, pasta, pasta, and another serving of pasta, cereal, but make that the entire box. Oreos, the entire, stale, overdue pack. He didn't care. He just kept eating, mindlessly, in front of the TV. He ate until there was nothing left until the entire kitchen was void of food. He then spends two hours throwing everything out, everything.

The only thing he leaves in the kitchen is water, and looking at his empty fridge, Eddie feels like he can finally breathe. He lugs the bursting trash bag out to the curb and hauls it into his trashcan.

Hours later, he's hungry again.

-x-

Beverly is known in The Losers Club for smoking like a chimney, there's always a pack of cigarettes in her purse, and the smell of smoke just reminds them all of Beverly. There are so many times Eddie remembers sitting on the steps of Beverly's apartment or the rocks by the Quarry, listening to music and smelling her smoke.

He watches her now, sitting next to him on the curb, waiting for the rest of the Losers to meet them for the 3 o'clock movie, her thin wrists bringing the cigarette to her mouth. She sucks in her cheekbones as she inhales, the bones there threatening to poke through the skin. The freckles along her nose and cheeks accentuated, and Eddie stares like a hungry predator— and in a way he is.

He wants to ask how much she weighs, her diet, how much coffee does she drink? Does she run often? Eddie knows she doesn't, but he wants to know. He wants to have her body.

"Can I-" Eddie feels his breath catch in his throat, as his hands begin to shake. "Could I try one?"

Beverly's eyes widen and she turns to Eddie. "These?" She holds up her cigarette and Eddie notes the tenants on her finger, and how 3 protrude, mimicking a crows foot.

"Yes. I just want to... try."

Beverly eyes him, her blue eyes narrowing. "I wanted to try too." She says. Eddie thinks she isn't going to give him one, and a part of him wishes she wouldn't— to forcibly hold him back from the habit. She sucks on the last of her cigarette, the white diminishing into ashes that she flicks off to the gravel road. She throws down the cigarette, smashing it with her foot.

"Why?" She asks. "You know what's in these things, you told me all the time last year."

Eddie shrugs.

"Cigarettes are gross." "Being fat is grosser."

"You said it numbs you... I just want to be numb." I don't want to feel hungry anymore.

Beverly smiles sadly, placing a cold hand on his knee. "The pain comes back."

Eddie shrugs again. "It's always there, just sometimes we're too occupied to notice it."

Beverly sighs, and kisses his temple, pulling him close to rest his head on her shoulder. She reaches a hand into her bag, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips. "So you're going to suck in as I light the bottom, that way it stays lit. Okay?"

Eddie nods and sucks in, watching Beverly's lighter near the end of the cigarette then she lights it. His throat burns and his eyes water, though from sadness or from the rush of chemicals— he can't tell. Like an instinct, he places the cigarette between his middle and pointer finger, pulling it down and blowing into the warm wind.

"You okay?" Beverly asks, rubbing his back.

Eddie brings the cigarette to his lips again, closing his eyes and moving his body towards Beverly, his lips beginning to tremble. "No."