Can I get an imagine of Jesse McCree finding out about his crush getting VERY depressed because she doesn't look skinny and pretty or have big boobs like most of the girls he likes (she likes him back but thinks he hates her) she chubby and always hides under baggy clothes and never showers with anyone else and goes to great lengths not to wear girly clothes?
You thought you were alone in the training room. It was late at night, surely no one would be there to watch your struggle. As you ran you could feel your body jiggle, you self consciousness growing.
The baggy clothes you were wearing were sure to hide it, but you still felt embarrassed. As you neared the one mile mark, you finally broke down, stopping the treadmill and placing your head on the edge to cry.
“Are you okay? Did you get a cramp?” McCree asked out of nowhere.
You nearly fell over at the sound of his voice. It was so late at night, what was he doing there. When you looked up at him, you saw that he was looking at you with such a tender expression. He really was scared that you’d hurt yourself somehow.
“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” You murmured, whipping the tears from your face.
“Are you sure? How about I stay here in case it happens again? I don’t want you to get hurt while you’re all alone,” he offered.
“No I’m fine,” You said, a bit more hurriedly than you had intended.
His eyebrows creased, he looked at you confused.
“Something about that reply doesn’t make me feel too confident. How about you tell me what’s wrong?” He joked, leaning against the treadmill to listen.
“You wouldn’t understand,” you tried.
You couldn’t say no to those big brown eyes, despite every fiber of your being telling you to run.
“To tell you the truth, I was feeling a little self conscious.”
“Why? You’re beautiful,” he whispered whistfully.
His words made you blush and feel a surge of confidence all at once, and your feelings came spilling out.
“I-I see you around all this gorgeous women with tiny waists and huge boobs, but I’m just a chubby mess. I mean, why would you ever want me when you could have them?”
You hadn’t meant to say that last little bit. He still didn’t know about your feelings, and you weren’t ready for him to know. His eyes widened and you were sure he was going to gag, but then he gently placed his hand on yours.
“Y/N, I don’t care about that stuff. I love you for you, not your body. Besides, you’ve got a pretty fine lookin’ one already,” he winked.
You were completely in shock, you couldn’t even speak, all you could do was look at him. Suddenly, he placed a kiss on your cheek, pulling away slowly.
“Come on, let’s go back to my room where we can talk things out.” He offered.
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