𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Persistent Snack Supplier| Request

AN: In this request Reader is skinny and is a little insecure about her weight and looks. Leon worries too, wondering if she's ill or has an eating disorder. He tries to confront Reader and keeps offering her food in an act of love which leads to a minor disagreement, but the pair talk it out and understand each others feelings. 

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I stretch my arms above my head, immediately I'm greeted by Leon's sleepy smile and his arm that reaches towards me, pulling me closer so that he can press a kiss to my forehead. "Morning beautiful." He deeply says, voice deep from sleep. I smile, how could I not waking up next to him, and murmur something in response. Leon's eyes flutter shut once more, dozing off again as I wriggle from under his weighted hold and perch on the side of the bed, rubbing my eyes before I get up and begin to undress and put on my clothes for the day. I feel eyes watching me, so clutching my outfit to my chest I turn to find Leon watching me. His arm's tucked behind his head, the sheets rumpled and barely covering his lower half as he smiles at me with admiration. I blush, swallowing deeply as I resume to dress, albeit quicker than before. 

"Stop watching me, you creep." I throw over my shoulder, adding a laugh for good measure. I'm met with Leon's chuckle as he moves and stands up, mirroring me he grabs some fresh clothes and begins to get dressed.

"Why? I've seen it all before, and every inch is perfect," Leon murmurs, quickly leaning over to kiss my shoulder as he wrestles with some jeans, "though I do wonder..." He leads off, shaking his head as if to stop himself from talking. I turn to face him, worry creeping into my thoughts as I frown and cross my arms, waiting for him to speak. He debates it, lips hesitating, then after he's done getting dressed he continues. "You know I love you and think you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen, but you're so skinny...sometimes I wonder if you're eating enough." Leon holds his hands up in a surrender as my eyes widen in offence, "I don't mean it like that! I just...I want you to be healthy and happy, if you're on some kind of diet to stay skinny or have been feeling pressured to look a certain way, just know that you don't need to listen to it. I'd rather watch you devour everything you think is yummy compared to going hungry because of whatever reason." 

I nod, it's something I've heard before from my friends when once asked me if I have an eating disorder. I've never felt comfortable in my own body, but being with Leon has definetly boosted my self-esteem. His constant reassurance and compliments always uplift me and make me feel more okay with my lack of curves and thinner frame. However, I don't like the scrutiny when people ask about me from a place of concern, it makes me feel like it's my fault I'm this way. I take a breath as Leon worriedly awaits my response. "I know I'm thinner than a lot of people, but it's just the way I am, I've always been this way. I promise you've got nothing to worry about, my eating is fine and I'm not unwell either, it's just...me." I shrug, walking over to him and cupping his jaw. "Thank you for caring though." 

Leon nods, kissing me gently before pulling away to go make us some coffee. I thought his worry would be over since I assured him I'm fine, but it turns out we opened a door that can't be closed easily. Throughout the day Leon tried to get me to eat, as if trying to assure himself that there really is nothing to worry about. At first it's sweet and kind, but soon enough his persistence becomes exasperating. As we drive to run errands Leon offers me sweets and trail mix from the glove compartment, asking if I'm hungry. When we shop Leon tries to buy more food than we need, insisting that I might get 'snackish'. At that point my patience is thinning. His eyes don't leave mine as he slips a chocolate bar into the basket, a cheeky smile finally grates on my nerves. 

Later in the evening once we're home Leon insists on cooking dinner, he ends up making a meal that could feed double of us. I eat as much as I can under Leon's watchful eyes, then finally halfway through the second serving I give in, slumping back as I let out a long sigh. Leon smiles, tugging my plate towards him and polishing off what I couldn't eat so we don't waste it. Even after the point blank proof that I don't struggle with eating Leon brings us a cheesecake he made, topped with strawberries and chocolate. Admittedly I could be hungry enough to eat it, I grab a spoon and dig in, slowly forcing the delicious dessert down. 

"See?" I say with a little irritation, "You can stop babying me now, I can eat, and I love food." I add. Leon pauses with his fork to his mouth, face falling as if being caught out on an act I knew he was playing all along. He sighs, nodding sadly and it cracks my heart. I reach out, placing my hand over his as I smile to ease his pain. "I'm sorry, I know you're just trying to take care of me, but I really am fine, if you want to blame something point the finger at genetics." 

Leon's lips quirk up as he shakes his head and finished the mouthful. "I'm not blaming anything, I told you that you're perfect, I just hate the idea of eating disorders and feeling like you're not good enough. Nobody should ever feel that way, especially not the love of my life." He says. I pull back to go back to the cheesecake, glad that Leon understands I finally relax and let myself enjoy the food like usual, though I've been and still am insecure sometimes about the way I look, nothing should stop me from enjoying the pleasures of my only life.