Supernatural Imagines

Fat/Crowley

I looked at my body in the mirror. I was only in my bra and underwear and I could see every flaw I had. I tugged at the fat on my stomach, feeling it squish as I poked it.

"Go away." I whispered.

Then I ran my hands across my thighs, feeling how big they were.

"Shrink!" I almost shouted.

Then I wrapped my hand around my throat, hiding my double chin.

"Be normal." I mumbled.

Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes. Why did I have to be so fat? This fat body doesn't deserve love. Look at me, I'm so stupid to ever think Crowley could love my body.

"Love?" I looked through the mirror and saw Crowley behind me, the door shutting behind me.

"Don't look at me." I mumbled, reaching over to grab my robe, wrapping it around me tightly,

Crowley walked slowly up behind me, a look of disbelief on his face. When he reached me, he began to untie my robe, letting it fall from my shoulders. Tears filled my eyes again, and my whole body began to shake.

"You. Are. So. Beautiful." Crowley pressed kisses to my shoulder and neck in between each word.

I shook my head, not able to speak.

"I don't know why you think of yourself like this. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I've been alive for 300 years." He informed me.

"Crowley..."

"Don't you dare argue with me. You are beautiful, love." Love swelled in my heart as I turned and wrapped my arms around him.

"You are perfect."