He makes you feel insecure (Luke)
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Summary: “You’re gonna get fat if you continue spending your time in front of the TV like that. Wait, what is that, already seeing your tummy grow a little, are we?” His tone was teasing, but his words hit you like a train. You stared at him as he let out a short laugh before leaving the room, leaving you to continue playing your Xbox game.
Word count: 705 words
Warnings/triggers: insecure about weight.
a/n: these will be posted four days in a row. im on vacation so eh
You leaned back in the couch, your thumb running over the X button on the Xbox control, before quickly moving it over to the B button to block the upcoming hit, a smirk on your face as you killed the fuck out of the enemy in front of you.
“There again?” Luke sighed, “god, don’t you have anything better to do?”
“Actually not”, you mumbled, pausing the game to look up with him with a smile, but when you saw his face your smile fainted.
He looked serious, eyes hard as he looked at you. “Uh-“, you mumbled.
“You’re gonna get fat if you continue spending your time in front of the TV like that. Wait, what is that, already seeing your tummy grow a little, are we?” His tone was teasing, but his words hit you like a train. You stared at him as he let out a short laugh before leaving the room, leaving you to continue playing your Xbox game.
You didn’t. You quickly exited it, getting out of the couch like it was on fire, cursing yourself. He was right. Shit, he was actually right, you were starting to gain weight and you were fully aware of it, you just didn’t think it mattered- well. Obviously you were wrong.
You didn’t even look in the direction of the TV for the rest of the week. It was hard, you were so close of beating your new favorite game but you forced yourself not to.
Luckily for you, the closest gym wasn’t too far away, so that was where you spent your days. Hours and hours, and then cutting down on your food, making sure you were almost always up and moving, even if it was just in your room, and you started standing in the shower instead of sitting (which yes, is a nice way to shower).
Luke started to notice things after a few days, he gave you these suspicious glares, but he never commented it. He was barely home either, out recording then new album with the band, and when he was home, you pretended like his words still weren’t on repeat in your head.
He had probably forgotten about it.
Or that was, until one night, when you got home late after a two hour pass on the gym, your arms feeling tired and your legs barely holding you up and all you wanted was to sleep.
“Y/n?” he asked as you came through the door, “where have you been?”
“Gym”, you mumbled, not looking up at him.
“You’ve been there all week, what’s going on with you?”
“Nothing”, you stared down at the ground.
“And you barely eat and I haven’t seen you playing- oh.”
Something inside of him seemed to snap and suddenly his eyes grew bigger. “Shit”, he got out, “it is because of what I said? Y/n, look, I-“
You swallowed thickly. “I just wanna be good enough to deserve you.”
He stared at you, eyes widening. “No, no, listen, it’s the other way around. Shit, I fucked up, I didn’t mean it like that. Fuck, I thought I was being funny, you look perfect just the way you are, I don’t care if you put on weight or anything, it won’t make me love you less. That was a dickhead thing to say, I just wanted you to spend more time with me and- I didn’t mean it like that, I swear, please forgive me.”
He was pleading on front of you, eyes staring to tear up and you clenched you jaw.
“I’m hungry”, you mumbled and he nodded immediately.
“I’ll order two pizzas. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen, you’re perfect just the way you are and if you want to spend time playing, you should do it, please, do it. Don’t stop because of me, if you stop I’m never going to forgive myself. Shit, I probably won’t anyways-“
“You’re not fat, and even if you were I’d still love you as much, fuck, I love you, I really do-“
“Luke, it’s alright.” You smiled faintly.
He breathed out heavily, pulling you in to his arms. “Pizza and a movie?”
You nodded against his chest.