this is shorter than i thought it would be, but oh well !!

warning: there's implies of suicidal thoughts, lots of insecurity and low self-esteem

i also want to say that i really tried my best with this imagine, because i have lots of insecurity especially because of my weight so i felt like this imagine was very close and personal to me, and therefore i'm not the best person to tell you this because i know it's hard to believe, but you are beautiful. doesn't matter how tall you are, or how much you weigh, or where you're from, you're still beautiful and everyone who says or makes you feel otherwise have no right to do so. you are gorgeous !! xx

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Imagine being overweight and insecure, but Klaus always makes you feel beautiful

Being overweight was an eternal struggle, you had learned that a long time ago, but you still hadn't come to terms with it. Even if the weight could be lost, emphasis on the word if, the ghosts of the past would always haunt you, and that was something you knew, yet couldn't accept.

You, quite frankly, hated your body. From the lumpy, huge thighs to your obvious belly, the flawed skin and the terrible shape you struggled to fit in clothes that felt comfortable. When people called you "plus-sized", it sounded so positive, like you had a reason to feel confident and sexy, but the fact that you were indeed overweight, and only the reflection in the mirror, made you feel sick and impossible to love. It was the world nowadays - heavier people were judged and the feeling of being worthless was as easy to make happen as snapping your fingers. The world was fucked up, for sure, and it led many people, including you, to fall into deep insecurity and low self-esteem.

You could barely remember what it was like to be happy and comfortable in your own skin. Maybe as a child, you could look in the mirror and smile, but now, all that you met was a hideous sight you couldn't help but cry at. Working on your weight and changing your ways was so easy to say, but hard to do, and you had many times tried exercising but you always gave up. You were overweight, and you'd probably always be, and that was something you tried to live with, but barely could.

There was one person who always made you laugh and forget about your body, though. You weren't too deeply depressed, and your life had a lot of good in it, but your body and weight could certainly bring you down - only for Klaus Mikaelson to lift you back up. He was your support, your best friend and your lover, even if you failed to understand why he had fallen for you. You considered yourself unlovable, but Klaus disagreed, you were the love of his life, the light in all of his darkness, and he always made sure to keep you happy, but there were times when not even he could reach you.

But, whenever you were insecure and sad, you made sure to reach out to Klaus.

No matter what the situation was, you could send him a text or call him. He had made that very clear when you told him about your insecurities for the first time, and ever since he had been supportive and positive as all hell, and you appreciated it a lot. You needed someone like him in your life, and you were glad that he told you he would always be there for you. Even if he was in the middle of killing a bunch of vampires, he'd find his way to you, just to hug you and remind you that you were beautiful.

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"N-Nik?", you whispered on the phone, your voice cracking and your hands shaking as you sat on the floor, your eyes glaring at the mirror you had broken with your now bleeding hand. It was the typical cliché - a girl gets sick of seeing her ugly body in the mirror and smashes it. That was what you did, you had no control over yourself, not anymore. But the bleeding hand wasn't even your main worry, which was perhaps a bit concerning but all you could pay attention to, was your disgusting body that was all over the place.

"Love, what is it? Y/N?", Klaus spoke from the other side of the call, his voice dripping with concern, the heartache evident, and you felt almost guilty but hatred had taken so much of you, you couldn't bring yourself to feeling anything else. You were upset, miserable, an absolute mess, and you knew you needed Klaus. You needed his arms around you, his lips on your forehead, his soothing words in your ear. It was a cycle he was familiar with, but he would never have enough of praising you. If it was what you needed to hear, he would more than gladly compliment you for hours.

"I don't want to bother you, but could you... Could you please come home?", you cried quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat only for it to drop on your heart. You closed your eyes, and tried to take deep breaths and calm yourself like Klaus always told you, and would no doubt this time too, while you rested your head on the edge of the bed and held the phone tighter against your ear, needing to hear each inhale and exhale Klaus made while listening to your crying.

"Of course, darling. Already on my way. Promise me, you won't do anything to hurt yourself. I will be there soon enough, love", Klaus instructed, causing a pang of guilt to rush in without a warning. Your eyes glanced at your hand, too late, and then at the pieces of glass surrounding you, and you knew that if you just shifted your body in the right way, you'd cause multiple cuts all over your skin, and whilst it was a tempting thought just to hurt the body you felt locked in, you made a promise to Klaus and hung up when he did the same.

You hugged yourself, causing your shirt to stain with blood while you sobbed against the cold sheets. Heartbreak was all over you, and the negativity in you was slowly fading only to become replaced with utmost sadness and disappointment in yourself. You were a lost cause, weren't you? What was left for you to try, when it seemed like you couldn't lose all the weight, and your body was more of a cage than a home? It would be so easy to end the suffering and live happily elsewhere, but it was true that you were too afraid to do so. And, a tiny part of you believed that it would drive Klaus crazy, even if the other kept telling you that you were worthless and that he didn't love you anyway.

After what felt like hours, but was only minutes, Klaus opened the bedroom door quietly, hoping you had already fallen asleep in the middle of your sobs, but a frown arrived to his face when he saw you very awake - but gladly, very alive - and crying against the mattress, surrounded by sharp shards of glass from the mirror you had broken with the hand that was now bleeding against your shirt. Klaus sighed sadly, and took off his jacket before rolling up his sleeves and walking over to you, kneeling beside you and briefly glancing at the cracked mirror twisting his reflection.

"Y/N, dear", Klaus whispered to get your attention, and you snapped out of your sad thoughts. You gave him a grateful look, for even showing up really, and in return he flashed a careful smile while pulling you onto his lap. Before speaking a single word of comfort, he bit on his palm and offered you his blood, which you gulped down reluctantly, but admittedly it felt good to have the cut on your hand disappear. You closed your eyes, and rested your head against his chest, sniffling quietly while his hand went to caress your messy hair.

"I'm sorry--", you began, not sure what else to say, but Klaus cut you off immediately by shaking his head and squeezing your healed hand in his.

"Y/N, don't be. We all have our flaws. And I promise, I will be here, always, to help you through yours. I don't know what it will take to make you see how stunning and amazing you are, but whatever it takes, I'll make it happen. You are perfect, to me", Klaus murmured, pressing soft, sweet kisses all over your skin. You sighed, feeling some kind of relief wash over you but you knew it was temporary. You'd end up feeling the same way eventually, beaten by the world, and then Klaus would pick you right back up. That was how it always went, and inevitably you felt like a liability but you tried your best to not think about it.

"I love you", Klaus added, "I always will, and one way or another, I will make you realize that you are worthy of all the love and happiness there is", and kissed your cheek softly. You nodded slowly and breathed in his scent, feeling like he put your broken pieces back together and mended your heart, just so you could tear it back down one day, but right now, it was okay. Klaus made you feel safe, and loved, and beautiful, and he could have sworn he saw you smile for a second, if not more. He smiled as well, and his large hand cupped yours one more time while his hold on you tightened, closing you in a warm embrace and you could finally breathe again.

You weren't sure if you could ever kick your insecurities out of the window, but at least you had Klaus. He'd always make you happy again, he'd always make you feel loved, he'd always give you a reason to smile. He'd always be there to make things better, even if they crashed down right away, but he would never leave your side - this he promised. And, maybe one day, you'd be victorious and win your mind and the hateful thoughts swimming inside. Maybe one day, you wouldn't be insecure.