Band imagines (request closed)

Tony Perry

Trigger warning: mentions eating disorder

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You were sitting on the couch in your house you shared with your boyfriend of 10 months, Tony. You were both watching Star Wars and sharing a bowl of popcorn. You grab a handful and toss it in your mouth. Tony looks at you, snapping a picture with his phone.

"Me and Y/N, stuffing our faces. #cometothedarksidewehavepopcorn."

Your phone beeps with a notification from Twitter. You unlock it and look at the screen, smiling at his post

Almost instantly, comments come flooding in. Some saying how cute you looked and how much they loved seeing you and Tony being goofy together. Yet, others were not so sweet and supportive, calling you ugly and fat. One even said to put down the popcorn and stuff your finger down your throat instead.

These harsh words flooded through your mind, echoing the same harsh words you used to hear from your dad and the kids at school. To avoid Tony seeing your tense face and tear filled eyes, you run to the bathroom, locking the door and peering into the mirror.

Tony doesn't know about your past problems with both Anorexia and Bulimia and you want to keep it that way. After all, you have been healthy for five straight years and haven't even had thoughts about relapsing, until now that is.

"Well, just once won't hurt, right. He won't even notice". You whispered to yourself ...while slumping toward the toilet and shoving your finger in your throat, just like your haters wanted. You finished and brushed your teeth, covering you past action carefully, before returning back to the couch and the movie. Tony held the bowl of buttery temptation in front of you, you lightly shook your head, saying that you were full. Thankfully he didn't suspect anything and finished the food by himself

One week later

Despite your intentions of a one time deal, the online hate continued, causing a full on relapse. You have barely eaten anything, just enough to hold Tony's suspensions. Or so you thought. He had noticed you eating little to nothing for a whole week. He was worried about you and decided to make you your favorite meal.

You felt bad, pushing your food around with your fork, he worked so hard on this dinner, and you couldn't get yourself to eat it. You finally caved, shoving the delicious food into your mouth, it felt so good to have food in your stomach again. After just a few more bites, you were getting angry with yourself for caving. You shot up from your chair, startling Tony, and dashed to the bathroom, quickly choking on your finger, relieving your stomach of its contents. Tony worriedly followed you. Upon seeing you, he grabbed you, spinning you around. You noticed his eyes full of tears and you too broke down crying.

after calming you down, Tony convinced you to explain your actions. You rambled out the story of you past and recent encounters with hate and your eating disorders.He listened and comforted you throughout your rant. And when you finished, he began a rant of his own about how gorgeous, sweet, talented and perfect you are to him.

And you decided that his opinion is all you cared about.