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Lee Pace (Trigger Warning)

Trigger Warning. Don't read if you have a problem with anorexic, cutting, issuses like that. You guys are all extremly beautiful and amazing. If anyone tries to tell you different, you kick them in their fucking ass and punch them in their fucking faces no matter what. I love you guys. Also remember that their is someone who cares, even if it is someone you've never met. <3

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"(y/n)!" You hear your boyfriend yell. "Lee!" You call in a mocking tone. "(y/n), you, ah, you don't think I'm ugly?" Lee asks timidly, coming over and sitting on the couch with you.

You sit up and look at Lee, horrifid. "No! Of course not! Why on Earth would you even think that! Lee! You're one of the best looking guys I've ever seen!" You say, grabbing his hand. "You're not just saying that because you love me right?" He asks, looking at you skeptically. "Lee, do you honsetly think I would ever condiser lying to you?" You give him an eyebrow and he sighs and pulls you into his chest. "You're right, I read some online article. I just wish I could be as naturally pretty as you." He chuckled. "Are you kidding me? I'm not pretty." You laugh. "No, if anyone is beautiful, it's you." You look up and shake your head. "I'm not." You whisper, just loud enough for only you to hear. You two just sit there for awhile, snuggling. "What was that website named?" You wonder out loud. "Hmm?" "Piemaker, what was that website you found that story calling you ugly in?" You say, using the nick name you'd given him. "Ummmm... I think it was... something like 'spillthebash.com'? The user was 'Bieberfever4ever'." Oh. It was that site, like Buzz Feed but mean. You wondered how Lee had ended up on the site. "Oh." You said. "Don't worry about it love, I'm sorry no else read it or follows her." He says. You nod and suggle closer to Lee.

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You found the article and the user. At first you were just upset that she had dissed Lee and compared him to some stupid pop star. Then you saw that she had also written about you too.

'(y/n) (l/n) (lee paces girlfriend) is actually the dumbst girl like ever I like h8 her.'

Was the first line. You stared at it. That was horrible.

'shes just as whiny and stupid as her boyfriend.no. shes worse. i mean, really. shes so annoying. like her face. it makes me angry.'

Second line.

'shes to fat to be w/ a celeb, even if it is an untalented one. and shes so ugly, like really girl, u need to lose the lbs.'

Third line. Ouch. You didn't think you were fat. You didn't think you were supermodel skinny, but you weren't fat. You were just the right size and you already thought that you were ugly but seeing it on screen hurt more than usual.

You shoke your head and scrolled through the writer's page. She had tones of stories bashing people, but for some reason it was just mostly about you. She had comments on her page. They read things like 'I actucally love Lee Pace, but I agree with you. (y/n) isnt pretty enough for anyone, espically a celebrity like Lee.' and 'You go gurl! (y/n) needs someone to hit her in the face with a mallet or somethin.'

Tears rolled down you face. At least a hundered people thought she was ugly, fat, stupid, a low for Lee. Were you really that inperfect? You guessed so.

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You poked at your food. "(y/n)?" You look up. "Yes?" Lee's head was tilted to the side, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?" You nod and look down at your plate of spagetti. "You sure? Are you feeling all right?" You nod. Your throat feels dry. You can't bring yourself to eat it. Your head snappes up when you feel Lee place his hand on your forehead. "Huh, are you tried?" You just nod. That's all you can do is nod. You get up, heading to the bathroom and leaving your dinner and you worried boyfriend behind.

You forced yourself to puke you what little you did eat today. When you finished, you climb into the tub and let yourself cry. You never cried, it was one of the things you pride yourself on. "I'm sorry." You whisper.

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You had started to drag out your blade from high school. You didn't want the pain but you needed it. Like that even made sense. You didn't cut your wrist normally, that would make it to obvious. No, you were clever, you cut on your feet. It hurt to put on shoes but that helped you in whatever God for shaken way it did.
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You had had enough. You mum would cry, your dad to. You siblings and friends would be upset with everything. And Lee, poor Lee, would find someway to blame himself, just like he always did. But they would get over it. Because it had to be done.

In the middle of the night you got up to do the deed. You put on a nice skirt that had been a gift for Lee on Christmas and a ruffled shirt that you never wore but liked quite a bit. Then you got your blade and dragged it along you skin one last time, not just your feet this time but you hands too and your stomach, not like you were made to wear a bikini anyway. You turned on the shower and cried. The shower was the only place you liked to cry, it was private and you could wash evidence of anything off. After a while you had to lay down. You could stand, you'd lost to much blood. The water flowing around you was stained with red. You were starting to lose sight. Light was fading, darkness taking over. Finally, the world would be better off.
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Lee woke up minutes after you. "(y/n)." He groaned, hands reaching out to find you, but you weren't there. He sat up and turned to the clock on the bedside table. 2:04 am. You wouldn't be up for at least 7 more hours. Then he heard the shower going.
He got up and went to the bathroom to discover that the door was open. "(y/n)?" No responds. No towel was set out, no clothes waiting behind the door but.... there was a small knife on the counter. It had blood on it. "(y/n)!" He exclaimed more frantically. Lee ripped open the shower curtain and found you laying on the floor, fully clothed and red flowing from all directions of you.

Thousands of thoughts ran through his head. He shut the shower off and climbed in with you. You had a pulse, thank God, you had just lost blood. Lee pulled you out of the tub and carries you to the bed. He wraps you stomach, hands and feet. "I'm sorry my love."
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You open your eyes, confused at first then you remember the events of last night. Sitting up, wondering how you got there, you notice the bandages on you hands. You lift up your shirt and find more there. There's some on your feet to. You slip out of bed and limp down stairs to find Lee. "Lee!" You call out. Shuffling sounds in the kitchen so you follow them. Your boyfriend turns to you. "(y/n)! Careful, I don't want you to reopen you cuts." You crack a smile and all most laugh as Lee hurries to pick you up bridal style and set you down a chair. "Now, about last night." You stare down at your hands. "I-I'm sorry. I-I, I just," You stutter. Bigger hands cover your small ones. "(y/n), look at me love." You look up at him. "It wasn't your fault princess. But why did you do it?" Lee asks. "bieberfever4ever." You respond. "You read that website, didn't you?" You nod. "What they're saying isn't true, your beautiful and perfect." "No, thousands of people agree with her." "But thousands more disagree. Here look, I follow this Twitter account that's fully dedicated to you and how much they love you. Here's another one all about you and I. (y/n) those accounts have more than 2 thousand followers each. You know why? Because you are perfection." You take Lee's offered phone and scroll through the Twitter's.

"Not only that but to me, you are like the most beautiful star in the sky. You're the sunshine in my life and I love you, love, love, love, love you. And I'm so glad that you're alive. I-I, I don't know what I'd do without you. You're just... you're mine and if you were gone I just. I love you more than anything. Please never hurt yourself, ever. Not just like this but ever. Okay?"

A small smile crosses your face. "There we go!" Lee gives you a full tooth grin. You hop off your island seat, much to Lee's protests, and hug him tightly, tears rolling down your face. Fingers traced up and down your back, then to your hair. You tilt your head back to look in his eyes.
Lee leans forward, so you until your lips are touching. The kiss was long and sweet and full of hope and promises and love. You pull away just long enough to say:
"Okay Piemaker."
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You are beautiful. No matter what they say. And you deserve someone like Lee Pace and he, someone like you. Don't give up love. <3