Boyfriend Imagines

Dinner

TW: ED indications, talk of not eating/unhealthy food behaviour. <3
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Recently I haven't been eating.

I don't think it's bad- I mean, physically a person can go weeks without food, and it's only been about three days.

And I'm not trying to hurt myself, I just want to lose a bit of weight, and with my low metabolism, that isn't exactly easy.

And it was all going pretty well too.
I had just started to lose a bit of weight, when last Saturday, (y/bf/n) came into my room, where I was sitting in bed with my laptop.

"Hey." He said calmly, walking over to sit next to me.

I pushed my laptop away, making room.

"What's up?" I answered.

"How long have been together now, like three months?" He proceeded-
"I uh- I think you should meet my parents."

(Y/bf/n) is quite old-school when it comes to things like this, making it a pretty big deal.

"But I-"

"Dinner. tomorrow night." He cut me off.

"Dinner." I thought to myself, "that means... food..."

"I- yea- sure." I smiled.

He raised an eyebrow at my stutter, before gently kissing my forehead and walking out of the room.

Next day.
Boring.

Skip to 5:23pm

I had just gotten out of the shower as I was getting ready for the dinner.

I had stayed up all last night thinking about it, and I had a plan.

I was walking back to my room in a towel when I was stopped by two strong hands around my waist.

I was spun around carefully and turned to face (y/bf/n).

"Hey." He said, eyeing me up and down.

"Babe, I need to get dressed. Come on." I said impatiently.

"You look pretty dressed to me." He smirked.

"But seriously, uh.." He said, scratching the back of his neck.
"They canceled. Something about Chrissy's school? I dunno."

A/N- Chrissy would be (y/bf/n)'s younger sister.

"Oh thankgod!" I thought to myself, but
(y/bf/n) looked pretty bummed.

"Hey it's ok," I comforted him, "we can always do it another time."

"Yeah, I guess," he replied, suddenly glaring directly at me -like he was looking into my soul.
"But that doesn't get you out of eating."

I paused.
I don't know how long I was standing there for, but it felt like an eternity of silence.

"I love you (y/n), I don't want you hurting yourself." He finally said, breaking the silence.

"Alright, I g-"

"(Y/n)." He interrupted. "I love you."

"Love you too, baby."

"Let's go make a snack."