Wilbur X Reader

TW: eating disorder, body dysmorphia, bad body talk, insecurities, comfort.

this is for me and maybe other readers that have these insecurities. im sorry that this is female reader but i hope you enjoy and please make sure to drink water.

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fat.

ugly.

dumb.

disgusting.

pig.

those are the words that my head is telling me when i look at myself in the mirror. i hate how fat and just awful i look. i wish i could look like those instagram girls, nice and skinny and perfect.

i always feel like my boyfriend wilbur hates me. i mean, look at me. im such a dumb fat pig. well at least thats what my mind is telling me. because of that, i have stopped eating. i barely eat and when wilbur asks if i did, it hurts me inside to lie.

i was scared to do so, but i took off my oversized t-shirt to see myself. i couldn't help but cry.

why would my boyfriend ever like a freak like me?

i fell against the wall and slid to the floor. i felt like a lazy piece of shit. i put my hand on my mouth to muffle my ugly crying.

i heard knocking at the door, but before i could react, wilbur came bursting in.

"hey, HEY! are you okay y/n?" he asked, falling to the floor to hug you.

i leaned into his arms as i cried. i was shirtless with nothing but a bra and shorts on. i didn't want him to see me naked like this, but i couldn't resist the hug.

he gave me pecks on my cheeks. he held me tight, rocking me side to side.

"do you wanna talk about it?" he asked after a little bit.

i nodded, my stomach grumbled in the silence. even if my stomach was hungry, i didn't want to feed it, i would only get more fatter.

"are you hungry love?" he asked.

i shook my head, "not r-right now" i stuttered.

he looked at me disappointingly. i felt offended, like there was people watching me. i cried silently a bit more. i let go of the hug and cover myself with my arms. i stood up.

"pass me my shirt please."

"not unless you tell me whats going on." he said, standing up. i never heard him so seriously before.

i hesitated, "i j-just.." i spoke. no matter how much i wanted to speak, i couldn't.

"i've been.. s-starving myself? and i-" he hugged me tight.

"im so sorry y/n." he apologized.

i didn't get why he did, "why are you-?"

"i couldn't stop you before you went too far." he started tearing up. he looked down at me, placed his hand on your waist and rubbed his thumb on it.

i didn't have to answer any more questions, because it seemed that wilbur knew why i was starving myself.

i started to cry again, "i wish i was perfect." i sobbed, grabbing my stomach and falling into his arms.

he gave me a big kiss on the lips and my stomach.

"honey, you are imperfectly perfect. i love you more then anything in the world. in my eyes, you're such a beautiful girl." he said, stroking your hair.

"lets get out of the bathroom and talk about this in the bedroom, okay?" he said, getting up.

i nodded, wiping my tears. i walked with him, and sat on the bed. he started giving me advice and to never to that again. i broke down again, explaining everything i thought and did.

"oh princess." he sighed, "please dont feel that way. i love you no matter what, and your so perfect."

he leaned in for a kiss, this one was such a sweet one. i started to realize how cute and loyal wilbur was. it made me less sadder, making me smile more.

"here, lets try to eat okay?" he smiled.

"what if i cant?"

"its the thought that counts dear, its better to try. lets go!" he smiled taking my hand.

he took me to the kitchen to sit me down. this was step one to recovery.

"okay, what do you feel like eating?" he asked, kissing my hand.

i didn't have a clue. i just looked at him blankly.

"well, we have chicken nuggets, noodles. any of those?"

i nodded, "i'll try the chicken nuggets."

i held my head in my hands on the counter. this was gonna be a long process and i wasn't really prepared for it. wilbur hugged me from behind and kissed the back of my head.

when the chicken nuggets were ready, all i wanted to do was to sit there. i felt hesitant to eat them. i took one small bite and swallowed.

i cant do this

yes you can!

i cant

yes you can

no

yes

my mind kept going on and on. i was proud of myself, i took one bite and got proud. wilbur was proud too, he held my hand tightly, comfortingly.

"you got it dear, tell me when you dont want anymore okay?" he reassured.

god i love him.

he's an angel.

what did i do to deserve him?

i nodded. i dipped my food in the sauce and ate slowly. i finished two chicken nuggets and i felt a little uncomfortable after those. i turned to wilbur, wilbur looked back.

"are you finished y/n?" he asked, kissing my head.

i felt bad. "im sorry." i frowned, looking back at my plate.

there were two more chicken nuggets there, but i just couldn't get myself to eat them both. it seemed that he felt bad for me for feeling bad.

"its okay y/n! its not your fault. im so proud of you my love." he got up to put my plate to the side.

"we can try again later. i love you so much y/n, do you know that?" he told me, carrying me upstairs again.

"i know. i love you too wil." i responded.

he placed me on my side of the bed and laid next to me. we cuddled, his arms wrapped around me. he tangled his fingers in my hair, i held his hand.

"please never do that again okay? can you promise me?" he asked, holding his pinky up.

"i promise wilbur. thank you so much." our fingers intertwined.

i fell asleep in his arms. he slowly fell into a deep sleep with me. im glad i went to sleep knowing that my boyfriend did in fact love me a lot. i will try my best to do the best that i can each day.

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sorry for the sudden vent post. been feeling a little insecure these past days. my acne is getting worse and people pointing it out in school isn't helping at all. so writing this really made my day slightly better.

thank you so much for reading, and remember that you are loved by ellis

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