Bad Omens One Shots

Insecurities (Noah Sebastian)

Prompt: "Idk if you do Comissions but I would love to read something about Noahxreader where he finds out she has developed an eating disorder (maybe while he was on tour without her? Or bc she felt ugly compared to poppy? )."

Content Warning: Angst, Fluff. Mentions of reader dealing with an eating disorder, body image issues.

You were struggling with your body image for years. But you didn't realize it was an eating disorder. You'd see people more...prettier than you, and you would strive to look like them. Only for you to feel like shit in the process.

When you met your now boyfriend Noah, you tried to change that, but it was fucking hard. He was currently on tour in Europe, while you stayed in the states.

Unfortunately, you've started to relapse on your eating disorder. This started because once you saw a photo of Poppy, you thought she looked prettier than you. In your eyes, at least.

Since you started doing this, you've grown distant. Noah got worried sick about you, you barely responded to your text messages, and took forever to even reply.

By the time he got back, you were fast asleep. He saw that you were wearing baggy clothes, and this made him even more worried. He knew about you having an eating disorder, so this made him well...concerned. Noah sat on the other side of the bed, and caressed your face with his hand. He missed you dearly.

When you finally wake up, you open your eyes and see your boyfriend looking at you. He smiles at you when he sees that you've woken up. "Hey baby," He says, "I missed you."

"I missed you too." You say, smiling lightly.

He sits up a bit more, then moves you so you're sitting on his lap. "I uh, need to talk to you about something. I'm just worried sick about you."

"Okay...what is it?" You ask, concerned. Noah wraps his arms around your waist, and kisses your cheek.

"I don't mean to sound harsh or anything, but what's going on with you? You're not...yourself." He asks.

"It's nothing special." You reply quickly. He raises an eyebrow, and quickly grows suspicious.

"Baby," He says, "talk to me. Please."

"It's nothing-" You start to say before he interrupts. "Nothing my ass. You're not yourself, you barely even replied to my text messages while I was gone."

Giving up, you sigh. Your eyes start to water when you speak. "It's nothing to do with you, if that's what you're getting at. I just..I feel fucking unattractive, and I'm pretty sure I relapsed on my eating disorder."

Noah squeezes you, and brings one of his hands to your face to wipe your tears. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault." You tell him.

"You're not unattractive though, whoever put that in your head..I'll kick their ass." He says.

"Talk to my brain then, because that's what did it." You mumble.

"Baby, look at me." He says. You look at him, and he looks down at you.

"I love you, no matter what. Okay? If you allow me to, I would like to show you how much I love you." He suggests.

"I'd love that." You say smiling.

"Good girl." He says, before moving you so you're laying on your back.

He spends all night making sure you feel loved, you were his favorite person. Next time, you were definitely joining him on tour.