Supernatural Imagines

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Can you do an imagine where the Y/N isn't like the usual super pretty girls Sam usually likes. She's tall and curvy. But she thinks she's fat because society has made her believe that. She was a overweight kid and was bullied. But maybe Sam loves her anyways? I hope he would. Please?

Anonymous

Hi. I think Sam would love her anyway as well. And I’m so sorry for the wait. I hope it was worth it.

Warnings: Reader is self-conscious about her weight, there is a flashback to bullying about the reader’s weight.

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You looked around the diner at all the young, pretty waitresses. Girls with gorgeous hair, the perfect figure and who could pull off just about any look. They were the kind of girls that Sam always seemed to go for. Girls completely unlike you, with your immense height that dwarfed half the guys you met, and your curves. Well, that was the polite way of putting it. Even as a kid, you’d been bullied for being overweight.

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“Hey, Y/N!” a voice called out. You turned to find a group of popular kids a few tables away staring at you. They were the girls everyone wanted to be, and the guys everyone wanted to be with. Most of them had smirks on their faces, and a few were even whispering to each other, casting glances in your direction every few moments. You looked down at your plate, dreading how this exchange would go.

“What is it?” you called back.

Drew, the captain of the football team, stood up and began sauntering towards your table. As he passed his team mates, a few reached up to offer him high fives, whilst most of the girls giggled at him as he walked by. “My friends and I,” he began, glancing back at his table with a smirk, “were just talking to the lunch ladies, and much to our disappointment, we were told that all the doughnuts had gone.”

You crossed your arms across your body, looking down to avoid eye contact with him. “Why are you telling me this?” you asked quietly, knowing that some snide remark was sure to come.

“Well, we were told that if we wanted doughnuts, there were plenty over here at your table. Apparently you’re a regular with the lunch ladies. You’re even known to some as the ‘Doughnut Girl.’” His friends burst out laughing, cheering him on. Some even began to pound the table and chant ‘Doughnut Girl,’ causing several groups of students across the cafeteria to join in.

You bit your lip, pushing back from your table and fleeing from the cafeteria, leaving your uneaten lunch behind. “Why the rush?” Drew shouted out to you above the noise of the other students. “Was there a special at McDonald’s or something?” You picked up the pace at these words, wanting to escape the cafeteria before the tears started to stream down your face.

Finally, you locked yourself in one of the cubicles in the bathroom, the sound of ‘Doughnut Girl’ ringing in your ears.

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“Y/N? Y/N!” you jumped in your seat, looking up to see Sam staring at you from across the table. You blinked a couple of times, trying to clear the memories from your mind.

“Um, sorry, I zoned out for a bit. What were you saying?”

“I was asking which size fries you wanted,” Sam said. You turned your gaze downward, suddenly ashamed to be ordering something so fatty. Sam was one of the sweetest guys you’d ever met and although he’d never say anything, you knew that he had to be thinking the same thing your classmates had all thought. You were fat.

“Actually, I don’t think I want the fries anymore,” you told him, avoiding eye contact. You glanced down at the menu, picking the first thing that caught your eye. “I think I’ll have a garden salad instead.”

Sam cocked an eyebrow, glancing at you questioningly. “Are you sure?” When you nodded in response, he called over a waitress and placed your order. When she went off to the kitchen, Sam turned his attention back to you. “What’s wrong?”

“Why would you think something was wrong?”

“For starters, when you zoned out before, you looked pretty upset,” he answered. “And then you decided not to order the fries, even though yesterday you claimed that they were the best fries you had ever had.” Sam was looking at you intently, studying your features. “You know you can tell me if something’s up.”

“Nothing’s up. I just thought that I should probably start watching my weight,” you told him, tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.

“What?” Sam exclaimed, looking genuinely surprised. “Why would you need to watch your weight? You’re in great shape!”

You glared at him. “Maybe diner dinners and take outs every night work for you, but not everyone can be so lucky,” you said witheringly. Sam gazed back at you in confusion, understanding slowly creeping over his features.

“You think you’re fat,” he announced. You didn’t answer, which he took as confirmation. “Y/N, why would you think that? You’re beautiful. And you have a great body! I mean, you seriously rock those curves -”

You scoffed, cutting him off. “Curvy is pretty much a synonym for fat.” You looked up to find Sam shaking his head in disbelief. He reached across the table and clasped your hands between his own.

“Y/N, I want you to listen to me right now. You are not fat,” he stated firmly. “You know what you are? Tall, curvy and beautiful. How could you possibly think otherwise?”

“Everyone I went to school with used to tell me I was fat,” you murmured, swallowing the lump in your throat. Sam looked outraged, and you continued on before he could make a comment. “They called me ‘Doughnut Girl.’ And then you always seem to go after all the skinny, model-type girls.”

Sam frowned at you, trying to read the meaning of your words. “What have I got to do with any of this?”

You smiled weakly. “I thought you were smart, Sammy.”

Realisation dawned upon him, and his fingers tightened their grip on your hands. “Y/N, do you like me?” You nodded slowly, afraid of his reaction. Your worst fears were confirmed when he started laughing. You were about to snap at him, but he started speaking again. “God, I thought my feelings were only one way!”

“Wh-what?” you asked shakily, stunned by his response.

“I’ve liked you for ages,” he explained. “You’re so smart, and funny, and kind and sexy. I never thought you could ever be interested in me.” A grin broke out across your face, and your heart picked up its pace. A waitress walked by, and you signalled to her to get her attention.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“Um, yeah,” you answered, sending a quick glance in Sam’s direction. “Do you think we could have a side of fries?”

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Thanks for reading! And you guys are all beautiful, so don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Also, I’m sorry if anyone called Drew is reading this. I’m sure you’re a lovely person.

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