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Nov 7
This is a repost of my earlier post (if anyone’s confused).
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You dropped your spoon back into your empty bowl of ice cream, suddenly hating yourself for devouring it as quickly as you had. As you sat there alone, in the dimly lit kitchen of the...

This is a repost of my earlier post (if anyone’s confused).

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You dropped your spoon back into your empty bowl of ice cream, suddenly hating yourself for devouring it as quickly as you had. As you sat there alone, in the dimly lit kitchen of the bunker in the middle of the night, all you could think about was the scales ticking over, adding yet another kilo to what was already considered more weight than acceptable.

“Y/N? What are you doing up?” You jumped at the sound of Dean’s voice, turning to see him entering the room in his grey robe, his hair tousled and his eyes drooping with exhaustion.

“I, uh, couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled, looking down and hoping he wouldn’t notice the bowl in front of you, empty save for a few melted dregs of ice cream.

“Me neither,” he answered, treading towards the freezer. As he opened the door and looked in the top drawer, you saw a frown cross his features. “Huh,” he said. “I thought we still had a tub of ice cream left in here. Guess Sammy will have to pick some up when he’s in town tomorrow.” Immediately, a sense of guilt washed over you, filling you right to the pit of your stomach. Hastily, you got up from the table, attempting to leave the room before anymore could be said. But in doing so, you managed to knock your empty bowl with your hand, sending the spoon clattering to the ground.

“Woah, hey, easy there,” Dean said, bending down to pick it up for you. As he righted himself, he noticed the bowl on the table, and you saw the realisation dawn on him.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, tears springing to your eyes. “I didn’t mean to eat it all. I’m just so sorry.” As you went on, the words became harder to get out, competing with the sobs that were starting to form in your throat.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on, Y/N?” Dean asked, concern evident in his features as he guided you into a chair. “What’s all this about? Why the tears?”

“Because I ate it all,” you explained, unable to meet his eyes. “God, I’m such a pig,” you added in an undertone.

“Hey, you are not a pig,” Dean responded, crouching down to look into your eyes. “And who cares if you ate all the ice cream? I was going to if you didn’t. It’s no big deal.” You scoffed, angrily brushing away the stray tears that had spilled over the lower lids of your eyes.

“Yeah, for you maybe,” you retorted, eyeing his figure enviously. “You can eat anything you want and it doesn’t matter. You don’t have this,” you told him, grabbing at your stomach with your hands. “You don’t have to worry about buying clothes and them not coming in your size, or the looks of people in a diner when you decide to order a burger or the look of the cashier when you add chocolate to your groceries. You don’t have to worry about any of that because you aren’t FAT.” By the end of this, the sobs had become more pronounced, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to choke out any more. You didn’t want to either, knowing how pathetic you sounded.

“Screw them,” Dean answered, and you could hear the anger underlying his words. Surprised, you looked up, and saw him gazing at you with his jaw locked, a muscle twitching further back. His eyes held yours and behind the anger, you saw pain too. “Why should any of their opinions matter?” he demanded, continuing to hold your gaze. “If anyone is looking at you and thinking bad thoughts, then they’re clearly all idiots because you are freaking gorgeous, Y/N.”

“Wh-what?” you replied, shocked at the turn this conversation had taken. “N-no, I’m no-“

“Dammit, Y/N,” Dean interjected, shooting up from his crouch in frustration. “Why do you degrade yourself like this?” Seeing you recoil, he softened his tone, attempting to put you back at ease. “I just meant that you’re beautiful, just the way you are. And who gives a damn if you’re packing a bit of extra weight? You make the best goddamn pie I’ve ever tasted and I’ve never met a hunter who’s as good a shot as you, or who cares as much about the people they’re trying to protect. You make everyone else around you feel important, like they matter. That’s what made me fall in love with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “That’s what made you…what?” Dean froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard by what he’d let slip, but regained his composure quickly enough.

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated, once more crouching down to meet your level. “And it hurts me to hear you talk that way about yourself, to know that you even think that way about yourself. Because I think you’re beautiful, inside and out. And I just wish that one day, you could learn to see yourself the way I see you.”

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I had a few requests for a Part 2 to an imagine I wrote yesterday, so I wrote one, trying to fit in all the things you guys suggested for it. I’m really glad you guys liked the first one so much!

LINK TO PART ONE: http://imagines-supernatural.tumblr.com/post/84220821934/can-you-do-imagine-the-reader-finding-out-deans-been

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“Thanks,” you muttered, slamming the door of the pick up truck shut. The driver was the fifth person to give you a lift back to the bunker, each person only able to take you a short distance before their lives carried them in another direction. But now you were almost home, and as you hitched your duffel bag up onto your shoulder, you began the long walk which would take you to the door of the bunker.

As you trudged along, the occasional autumn leaf crunching underfoot, you thought about Dean. You knew that he was the kind of guy to have a lot of one night stands, but you thought that all that had been before you. You thought that what you had was different, and he had led you to believe that he felt the same way. But maybe you had just misread the signs, searching so hard for something that you willed it into existence.

You let yourself into the bunker, your feet thumping down the stairs. “Hey,” Sam called out, coming into view. “Where’s Dean?” The colour drained from your face and you shook your head slowly, locking your eyes onto Sam as if he was the only thing holding you above water. He noticed your mood, the way you held yourself, and his expression turned fiercely protective. “What did he do?”

“I didn’t quite catch her name,” you answered bitterly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“That asshole!” he exclaimed. He strode towards you, holding you up as you collapsed into him. Your body shook and he didn’t comment on your tears, although it was impossible for him not to notice. He simply held you tighter, slowly rocking you back and forth. “Did you want to talk about it?” Your head was tucked up against his chest, and his words were muffled. Shaking your head, you burrowed deeper into the flannel of his shirt.

The two of you stood there like that for several minutes, Sam anchoring you and providing a solid foundation to hold you up. But the peace you had found was interrupted by a loud bang as the door was flung open. You spun around, bracing yourself for an attack, but slumped again as you realised what had caused the ruckus. Dean.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, your voice almost drowned out by the sounds of his feet clattering down the steps. He began to make his way towards you but you shrank back, tucking yourself into the arm Sam wrapped around you. Dean stopped, his expression pained at the obvious mistrust you had in him.

“Please. Just hear me out,” he begged as Sam’s gripped tightened on you. He started to tell Dean to get out, but you cut him off.

“Do you think you could give us a minute?” you asked quietly. At his look of protest, you held your ground, giving him a look that conveyed your determination to speak with Dean. You had to tell him it was over, that there was no going back from this. And you knew that this particular conversation was one Sam couldn’t be present for. As he walked off, you turned back to Dean. “How did you get here so fast?”

“I left almost as soon as you stormed out.” You frowned up at him in confusion, unsure as to why he’d do such a thing.

“Why? You seemed pretty busy to me,” you said bitterly, a dark look crossing your face at the memory.

“Y/N, I was never gonna let you go without putting up a fight,” he said earnestly, his eyes pleading with you to understand him, to forgive him.

“You didn’t let me go. You pushed me away,” you told him, shutting your eyes for a moment to will back the tears that were building up.

“I know,” he agreed. “I made a mistake. And I’m so, so sorry. I’ll never forgive myself.” You lifted your eyelids, fixing him with a cutting look.

“A mistake happens once. By the sound of things, this has happened a few times.”

“Look, I’m sorry! Just give me another chance and I swear I’ll never do anything like it again,” he promised. You gazed at him dubiously, the hurt pulling at your heart, sharper and more painful then the fangs of any werewolf could ever be. He saw your doubt, and he gave it another shot, seeming to sense exactly what you needed to hear from him in order to be sure of where his loyalties lay. “Do you remember that day in the diner?” he asked, taking a step closer to you. “It was a Wednesday, just after the lunch rush was over. Sammy and I came in and you were working. And when you came over, you wrote down our order in a pink pen. I thought it was a bit weird, and you explained that you were always putting your pens down places and forgetting where they were.” He paused for a minute, searching your face for a reaction, some sign that his words were working. “I told you that of all the angels I’d met, I’d never seen one as heavenly as you. I bet you didn’t realise just how serious I was being.” You smiled in spite of yourself, thinking of the layer of truth in the words he’d first said to you so long ago.

Dean saw the crack in your hard demeanour and reached forward, carefully grasping your hands in his. When you didn’t push him away, he continued on, growing encouraged by your weakening resistance. “And we arranged to meet up that night, but I was so nervous, I almost missed it trying to pick out the right flowers for you. I don’t normally do that kind of thing, but I felt that you were something different, something special.” You glanced up in surprise, your jaw hanging slightly agape. In all the stress and fear of that night, with all the patching up and explanations that had gone on, you’d never realised that he’d bought you flowers. They must have stayed in the backseat of the Impala, left to wilt.

“You bought me flowers?” you asked in a hushed voice. He nodded.

“Yeah, I did. But I never got to give them to you,” he responded. “I was lucky enough to find you alive.” His voice cracked, and he glanced down to compose himself before continuing. “When I saw you on the ground with that monster hovering over you, I knew that I had to protect you, that I wanted to protect for years to come. And I know…I know I haven’t done such a good job of it lately, that I was the one you needed to be protected from, but I would do anything for a second chance with you. Because I love you, and I don’t think I’m ever going to want to protect anyone else as much as I want to protect you.”

You blinked back more tears. But this time, they came from a different place, one of happiness rather than sorrow. “You’d do anything?”

“Anything,” he confirmed. You thought for a moment, wanting so badly to have Dean back, but not knowing if you should grant him forgiveness.

“Alright. I…okay,” you conceded after much consideration. “We aren’t going to be back where we were. In fact, we aren’t even going to be dating straight away,” you told him. “But I want you back so badly, so if you can prove to me that I can trust you, I’ll do it. I’ll trust you again.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes filling with life at what you had just offered him. And even though this was only the start of his attempt to redeem himself, you could see his resolve, and you knew that this time, he wasn’t going to let you slip away again.

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Hey can you do a readerxcharlie please? It has to involve a movie night and the boys too please :3 thank you <3

Hi. I’m so sorry for the delay! But I hope this is what you were after.

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You settled down into the soft leather of the couch, the screensaver of the DVD player bouncing around the screen while you waited for everyone to get ready. Sam and Cas had already taken their places on the other seats in the room and Dean was just heading in, his hair damp from the shower he’d just taken.

You heard the pinging countdown of the microwave and as Charlie opened it, the smell of popcorn wafted towards you.

“Hurry up! I want to start the movie!” you called out to her. As she walked in and sat down, you grinned at her, grabbing a few pieces of popcorn and stuffing them into your mouth.

“Hey!” She slapped your hand away, sending the bowl down on the table where it was out of your reach. “Stop eating all the popcorn! The movie hasn’t even started yet.”

“But it’s traditional to eat it all before the movie starts!” you protested.

“I’m pretty sure that only works when you’re actually in a movie theatre,” Sam pointed out. He was leaning back into the cushions, his legs stretched out along the ground in front of him and his arms folded behind his head.

“Hush, Sam! I’m right. I’m always right.”

“You just go on thinking that,” Charlie teased. You playfully hit her arm before leaning in towards her, capturing her lips with your own. As you ran your hands through her red hair, she placed her hands on your hips, pulling you closer.

“Alright, alright. Tone it down, lovebirds!” Dean teased. “Just remember that I’ve got to watch TV on that couch!”

You shot him a mock glare, trying to contain your smile. But you and Charlie pulled apart none the less, with her moving to rest her head against your shoulder. “I don’t understand,” Cas announced, indifferent to what had been happening around him. You glanced up at the angel to find him seated upright on a chair, a confused frown on his face. In his hands was the DVD case, and he appeared to be reading the blurb. “Why would anyone want to watch a film about children killing one another?”

“There’s more to it than that, Cas,” you explained. “The Hunger Games is a very powerful and well-written story. It’s got a lot of social and political messages, too.”

“It still seems like a horrible tale to me,” he answered dubiously.

“Just give it a shot,” Sam encouraged.

“Who knows?” Charlie began. “You might like it so much that you’ll come and see Mockingjay Part 1 with us at the movies!”

“There are more of them?”

“Yep!” you answered. “The Hunger Games and Catching Fire are the only ones out at the moment, which we’ll be watching tonight. But late this year Mockingjay Part 1 comes out, followed by Mockingjay Part 2 next year!”

“Do you think you guys could stop all this crapping on?” Dean complained. “I want to start watching the movie!” He was sprawled across the lounge, his facial expression showing his agitation at the delay.

“Let’s start then,” Charlie stated, pointing the remote at the TV and pressing the play button.

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Could you do one where dean asks the reader to be his girlfriend and she hesitates to say yes and she explains that its not a good idea because she's insecure and anorexic and he cheers her up and promises itll get better? I love your writing and I could use some cheering up. Super fluffly please?(:

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Hi. I’m so, so sorry this wasn’t done sooner. I really hope it cheers you up. And if you need anything, message me.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: hints at anorexia, reader talks about their insecurities.

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You were curled up on your bed in the bunker, watching reruns of your favourite TV show. You had the blankets tucked up around you and the remote clutched in your hand. Someone knocked on the door and you pressed the mute button. “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Dean’s voice answered. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” you replied. He opened the door and stepped into your room, pulling the door closed behind him.

“Nice,” he said, nodding in approval at the band posters you had pinned up on the walls.

“Thanks. What’s up?”

Dean coughed nervously, coming over to sit at the end of your bed, being careful to avoid your feet. “I don’t really know how to say this,” he told you, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. His eyes darted around the room and you smiled up at him encouragingly, patiently waiting for him to say what was on his mind. “Y/N, we’ve known each other for a while now. And…I really like you. And I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me?” he asked carefully, each word coming out slowly.

You froze, staring at Dean like a deer in the headlights. “Oh, um, Dean…I’m flattered. Really, I am. It’s just…”

“Oh,” he said in disappointment, looking down and swallowing. “It’s okay, I understand. I just…never mind.” He started to get up, but you reached out to grab his arm.

“I don’t think you do understand,” you told him. “Dean, I really like you. I’d love to go out with you. But…”

“What is it?” he asked, concern spreading across his features. He say back down on the bed, his eyes focused intently upon you.

“Dean, I have a lot of insecurities. I mean,” you lowered your voice, “I can barely eat without hating myself. How am I supposed to be in a serious relationship with all those problems in my life? So many girls come up to you in bars and pretty much everywhere else, all looking to get your number. How am I supposed to compete with that?” You looked down, trying to hide the tears that had sprung to your eyes. “How am I supposed to handle that kind of pressure?”

“Y/N, look at me.” Dean’s hand reached out, gently cupping your chin and turning your face towards him. “None of those girls is any match for you. Trust me. You blow them all out of the water with your awesomeness.” You smiled at him weakly, sniffing back the tears. “And the other stuff you mentioned? We can get through that. Together. I promise I will never leave you on your own in this. Things are gonna get better.”

“Do you really think so?” you whispered, your voice cracking. Dean’s hands came to rest on your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had leaked from your eyes.

“I know so,” he confirmed. You wiped your sleeve across your nose, glancing him at him, at the determined look in his eyes.

“Then…maybe I’ll take you up on that date,” you told him, a soft smile spreading across your face. Dean grinned back at you, his eyes lighting up in joy.

“Awesome.”

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Can you do an imagine where the reader has telekinesis, but doesn't want Dean and Sam to find out until the reader has to use the telekinesis to save them from demons?

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Hi! I’m sorry for the wait. I’m not quite happy with the fight scene in this, but I hope the imagine is what you were after.

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You sat on your bed, concentrating on the glass that sat on the kitchen table on the other side of the motel room. Slowly, it began to rise up into the air and float towards you.

The glass was about halfway across the room when you heard footsteps outside the door. You jumped, and your loss of concentration caused the glass to slam to the floor, shattering into tiny pieces.

“What are you doing in here?” Dean asked, entering the motel room.

“And why is there broken glass on the floor?” Sam added with a frown, coming in after him.

“I was just going to get a glass of water but I dropped it,” you lied. If you told them the truth, they’d think you were a freak with demonic powers, and you couldn’t stand it if they thought of you like that.

“Well do you think maybe next time you could clean it up instead of leaving it on the floor?” Dean asked. “I don’t want to have to get stitches because I stepped on glass.”

“Right. Of course. I was just about to do that,” you replied, jumping to your feet.

As you were collecting the shards into a paper towel, the boys outlined the case for you.

“So get this,” Sam began. “The other day, a teenage girl was attacked by an old woman. And by old, I mean 90 or something. So she was in no condition to be doing anything of the sort. Plus, this woman always goes to church, bakes cookies for the kids in her neighbourhood, that kind of thing. Your typical sweet old woman.”

“So we’re looking at a demon?” You stood up, putting the broken glass into the bin.

“Looks like it,” Dean answered. “You in?”

“Like you have to ask,” you scoffed.

“Good, because we’ve tracked her down and we’re ready to go when you are,” Sam informed you.

“Alright,” you nodded. “Just let me get changed and I’ll be all set.”

45 minutes later, you pulled up in front of an old barn.

“Why is an old woman living in a barn on the outskirts of town?” you asked.

“We did a bit of research and it turns out she grew up here,” Dean told you.

“I did the research, Dean. Not we.”

“Whatever, Sammy. Anyway, Y/N, it looks like the demon’s been using this as their base.”

“Alright then. Well, no use sitting around talking about it. Let’s go and take down the son of a bitch.”

If there was one thing you had learned from the Winchesters, it’s that you’ve always got to be on the ball, because things can turn sour almost instantly. And that was exactly what happened when you stepped into the barn.

Once your eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting, you saw that the old woman was in the middle of the barn. Surrounded by four other demons.

Three of them rushed at you, taking you by surprise. You grappled with your one, managing to knock them unconscious with only minimal injuries on your part. Looking up, you saw that Sam and Dean had had similar results.

But then one of the remaining demons stepped up and backhanded Dean across the room. He crashed into the wall and the demon knife went spinning off into the adjacent corner.

“Dean!” you screamed.

Sam made a grab for the knife, but the demon reached out and grabbed him, knocking him to the floor and laying punches on every area he could access.

An arm snaked around you from behind, spinning you around to pin you against the wall, where hands encircled your neck. You found yourself facing the old woman, whose face had started to go fuzzy around the edges. You could feel yourself blacking out but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get her hands off of your neck.

Your lungs were burning, your mouth gasping for air. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the knife glinting in a brief flash of sunlight. It was too far away for you to get to. Unless you resorted to more unconventional methods.

Focussing all your energy, you fixed your eyes on the handle, willing it into your hands. After the longest moment, you saw it begin to twitch. Once, twice, before sliding across the floor and then up into your open palm.

You gripped the handle tight and plunged the blade into the demon’s back. Her mouth opened wide, her face lighting up with orange flashes before her whole body collapsed to the floor.

“Get off me!” Sam yelled. You raced over to where Sam was struggling on the floor and took out the demon that was on top of him, before proceeding to stab the other demons lying unconscious on the floor.

“Are you alright?” you asked, going back over to him and offering your hand to help him up.

“Yeah,” Sam said slowly, looking at you in confusion. He opened his mouth to say something else, but a moan from the corner cut him off.

“Son of a bitch.” The two of you rushed to Dean’s side, checking to see if he was okay.

“Are you right to stand?” you asked.

“Give me a minute,” he replied. “But while we’re all sitting here, would you mind telling us how you managed to gank those demons, Y/N?”

“Yeah, last I checked, you were being strangled by one of them, and the knife was on the other side of the room. How did you kill her?” Sam questioned.

“I - um, you know, I guess - I guess I just got lucky,” you stammered.

“Getting lucky is finding $20 on the ground,” Dean informed you. “What happened to you was a freaking miracle. So again, how did you do it?”

“I don’t want to go into that…”

“Dammit, Y/N, just tell us!”

“No!” you shouted. Behind you, the barn door slammed shut.

“What the hell?” Sam murmured. Both boys turned to you, wondering why you’d flinched so hard at the loud bang.

“I didn’t mean to,” you whispered.

“Mean to do what?” Sam asked gently.

“This,” you answered, letting the door swing open again. “Sometimes it happens when I get angry.”

“Wait, that was you with the door?” Dean asked in disbelief.

You nodded your head slowly. “That’s how I got the knife. Telekinesis.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam wondered.

“I didn’t want you guys to think I was a freak,” you whispered.

“Y/N, we’d never think that about you,” Sam assured you.

“Damn right, we wouldn’t. Especially not when you just saved our lives with your abilities,” Dean added.

“Really?”

“Really,” Sam confirmed, giving you a smile which you readily returned. “And from now on? You don’t need to keep secrets from us. We’re family.”

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I’m sorry, but the irony of that last bit Sam said! Anyway, thanks for reading!

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sam imagine where the reader has an eating disorder and he finds out, he's angry and starts yelling at first but when he calms down it's fluffy? then maybe a time lapse to when she's recovered? (if you're comfortable with that)

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Hi! Thanks for your request. Personally, I’ve never dealt with an eating disorder so I’m not entirely sure that I got that part of it right, but I did try my best! I hope you like it.

TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER, MILD VERBAL ABUSE OF THE READER.

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, ran your fingers along your bare ribcage. It wasn’t enough. It was never, ever enough. No matter how many times you purged or starved yourself, it was never enough.

You knew what people thought when they looked at you. You could see the judgement in their eyes. Fat. You were fat and nothing was going to change it.

You hated your body, hated the way it looked. Mirrors were your greatest enemy. But tonight, as you were getting changed, you couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of your reflection.

Your stomach bulged, your arms were flabby and your thighs were like tree stumps. Fat. That’s all you were.

Suddenly, the door banged open, causing you to jump and spin around, only to find Sam standing in the doorway.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise you were in- What the hell?” he exclaimed, his eyes focusing on your exposed torso.

“Get out, Sam!” you yelled at him, grabbing a blanket from the bed to cover yourself.

“No! I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell is going on, Y/N!”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied.

“What I mean,” Sam responded, taking a step towards you, “Is that you look like something we might dig up to salt and burn.”

“Sam-” you began, only to be cut off.

“Damn it, Y/N! What’s wrong with you? Dean and I bust our arses trying to protect you! We risk our lives for you. And clearly, that is a total waste of time, considering that your problem is not monsters, but yourself!” he yelled at you.

You didn’t know how to respond. You stood in the centre of the room, taking in shallow breaths and fighting the tears you knew were going to spill at any moment.

Noticing this, Sam crossed the room to stand beside you.

“Oh God, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he said, trying to wrap his arms around you.

“Don’t touch me!” you choked out, shoving his arms aside.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean that. I just can’t stand seeing you like this. You’re so beautiful and I just can’t stand the thought of you destroying yourself because you can’t see that.”

You looked up at him and saw guilt and pain on his face.

“You’re lying,” you whispered. “I’m not beautiful. I’m ugly and I’m fat. I’m like a freaking elephant!”

“No, you’re not,” Sam said softly. He reached out and steered you gently in front of the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” he told you. “Take a good look at yourself and tell me that there is not one thing beautiful about you.”

“There’s not one thing beautiful about me,” you stated, glancing at your reflection.

“Look harder.”

You did. You kept looking, even if just to appease Sam.

“Fine,” you finally said. “My eyes. I like my eyes, okay? Now are we done here?”

“Not yet,” Sam told you, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you. “There’s something that I think you need to hear first.”

“What?” you sighed.

“You’re right about one thing. Your eyes are beautiful. They’re one of my favourite things about you. And I’d hate to see those eyes stop shining because you think that nothing else about you is beautiful,” he answered, reaching up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“I’m still fat, though,” you replied.

“You’re not, Y/N. In fact, you’re the opposite. This isn’t healthy. Starving yourself or purging or whatever it is that you do is not the answer. You need to stop this,” Sam said.

“I’m scared, Sam,” you whispered.

“I know you are,” he replied. “But I’m gonna help you through this. You won’t have to do this alone,” he continued, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “I promise.”

*Six Months Later*

“Here you go,” Sam said, handing you a burger he’d picked up on the way back to the motel.

“Thanks,” you responded, grinning up at him.

The past few months had been rough for you, but once you’d seen that your eating habits were unhealthy, you’d started making changes. It wasn’t easy, and even now, there were still days where you would only pick at your food. But each time this happened, Sam walked you over to the nearest mirror and had you say three things you liked about your body.

Gradually, it worked. You were back to a much healthier weight and even though you hadn’t fully recovered yet, Sam was always there to help you through. You weren’t in this alone, just as he had promised.

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Thank you for reading! And for anyone reading this who feels the way that the reader in the story does, you’re beautiful. And there are people out there to help you. My ask box is always open if you need it.

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