Oswald x Reader

(TW// Eating Disorders/ accidental self starvation)

//AN// 

I have not had an eating disorder, however I really tried to make this accurate when writing. Let me know how to improve this pleasee.!! It isn't meant in any sort of disrespect at all.

-Ghost

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It had been a week, one week of not eating anything. The first two days I had simply forgotten to eat, too caught up in my work and studies to realize my stomach was empty. Then, around lunchtime on the third day my stomach felt terrible. I had already missed my lunch break, and I know I can't eat while on the job, or my boss will scold me, so I just suck it up and continue with my day. When I get home I hang my coat up, and look into the kitchen, but decide I'm too tired to force myself to eat, Oswald wouldn't be home till nine, so I could get away with it. The next three days were the exact same as the last, though I kept waking up late and had no time to make myself breakfast. Oswald left early these days as the club needed his attention a lot more than usual. I simply went on with my day, a week had passed already and I hadn't eaten a single thing. I hid that fact from Oswald and my co-workers, passing it off as I had stopped to grab a bite to eat at a fast food place on the way home.

I have a headache. I'm so tired, when can I go home? My thoughts clouded my mind, causing me to lose focus. In just a single week, I'm starting to notice a difference in my thoughts, and my appearance, and I hope I'm the only one to see it. My eyes are tired, and I have horrible dark circles now. My arms feel weaker and my whole body aches. Fridays are days where I stay late, finishing up last minute paperwork, so I would usually end up getting home around the same time as Oswald. Of course I want to get home before him, but I have a few documents I need to finish so I really can't.

It's getting closer and closer to nine. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! I try my best to finish my work, and grab my jacket, glancing at the clock, 8:50. Shit. Oswald would be home any minute now, and he's going to want to stay up and go to dinner. I would love to spend time with him, but I'm too tired now.

I scramble out of my work, and scurry to my car, unlocking it, and driving off as fast as possible. Parking my car outside, I see Oswald's car. "Oh, shit. Oh no. What if he knows. I don't want him to worry." I shake my head in an attempt to clear the negative thoughts from my head, but my anxieties keep fogging my brain. I get up and out of the car, acting as normal as possible, and enter my home.

I smile when I see Oswald sitting on the couch, staring into the fireplace, seemingly deep in thought. I hang my coat up quietly, before sneaking off to the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Oswald turns his head, raising a brow at me. He gets up, and limps over to me, eyeing me suspiciously.

Nerves wrack my brain and I try to come up with an excuse. "I-I was just going to get some sleep, I had a long day at work." I smile as innocently as possible.

His wary eyes tell me he knows I'm lying. "How long has it been?" He simply asks, his head tilting slightly.

My smile drops, "W-what?" Is all I can say. My arms instinctively wrap around my body, a tell tale sign that I haven't eaten, and he sighs, his eyes closed,

"You haven't been eating, I can tell. How long has it been since you last ate something?"

I shake my head, "A week..." I mutter, in a desperate attempt for him to not hear me. His eyes open in alarm, and he steps towards me, "A week? You haven't eaten a single thing all week?" He gasps quietly, utterly heartbroken.

He takes another step towards me, and pulls me into his chest, "Dove please, please, come to the kitchen. I'll make you one of my mother's recipes. You don't need to eat it all, but please have at least a little bit. I don't want you starving yourself. I love you, you know this, right?" He spoke softly, tenderly leading me into the kitchen, where he carefully picked me up, and sat me down on the counter. He turned away for a moment to quickly prepare one of his mother's more simple dishes. After he put the food in the oven, he walked over to me, placing his hands on my waist, giving me a smile. "I know you have long days, and you forget to eat sometimes, but please, please, don't starve yourself. You don't deserve that pain, you're an amazing person, and I love you. I know that sometimes it can be hard, but I'm going to help you, I want to help you." He snakes his arms up my back, embracing me once more, "I love you so much (Y/N). Now, I think dinner is just about ready. Remember, I won't force you to eat all of it, just enough to get some food in your stomach. Alright?" He holds his hand out for me, and I take it, hopping down from the counter. He leads me over to the table, then takes the food from the oven, preparing it on two plates, and brings it out to the table. "It smells delicious, thank you, my love."

His smile only widens, "I'm glad you like it."