Requested by mh163000: Y/N is an actress who is put on a very strict diet and exercise plan for an upcoming role that she has. Due to this, she's getting skinnier and more unhealthy by the day. Tom is really worried about her, but she just says that she's fine whenever he asks if she's okay. He gets frustrated and ends up talking to her directors about it, leading them to let Y/N stop before she goes further.

I stood on the scales, my eyes glued to the small screen of the device as the numbers cycled through it. I let out a defeated sigh as the numbers 'forty-nine point three' came up. Meaning that I was weighing just under fifty kilograms, and still had to lose another five. I huffed to myself as I stepped off of the scales and stepped onto the treadmill that Tom and I had in our home gym. I clicked the buttons up, the belt moving beneath my feet and forcing me to start running as it moved. Three months ago, I had been cast for the role of my career, playing a new superhero in the MCU. It really was the chance of a lifetime, especially as it meant that I now had a character in the same cinematic universe as my boyfriend of two years, Tom. The problem was that an extremely strict diet and exercise regime were a requirement of my acceptance of the role. And so for the last three months, I had eaten nothing but two protein bars and drank nine glasses of water a day, as well as spent at least three hours a day working out. It had been absolutely gruelling, I felt sluggish and horrible, but I was nearly at the low weight that the directors had told me to reach, and so it was clearly working. At least once the movie was over in a year, I could put the weight back on.

"Darling." I looked to the door of the home gym, a smile curling onto my lips as Tom stood there with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What's up, Tommy?" I panted, my body starting to heat up as I ran on the treadmill.

"Can you get off for one second so that we can have an actual conversation?" He sighed as he walked into the room.

"Sorry, babe, I can't, I'm already running behind on my exercise plan." I shook my head. He rolled his eyes before raising his hand to the dashboard and clicking the buttons to slow the treadmill down.

"Tommy, come on." I groaned as he took my hands and pulled me off of the treadmill. He sighed and looked at me.

"Love, I know that I've asked you this a million times, but I still don't believe that you're being truthful. Are you okay?" He asked, worry and anxiety laced into his gorgeous eyes as he looked at me. No, I feel like shit.

"I've told you before, I'm fine." I scoffed and shook my head, making Tom sigh. I knew that my boyfriend was worried about the amount of weight that I was losing for the movie, but it was the opportunity of a lifetime, and I wasn't going to piss it away for the sake of losing a few pounds. I didn't feel great, but I knew that I could push forward and keep doing it anyway.

"I know that that's what you've told me, but I don't believe it." He shook his head.

"Tommy-."

"No, sweetheart, I'm getting seriously worried about you. You've been getting thinner and thinner for three months now, I've seen you eat less and exercise more by the day. You're killing yourself by doing this." He nodded.

"Tom, you did the same thing with 'Cherry', how is this any different?" I scoffed, making his eyes widen.

"It's very different, Y/N. I lost the weight healthily, I wasn't given some bat-shit crazy diet to follow, or some stupidly intense workout routine. You're starving yourself and then overworking yourself, you can't keep going like this." He choked and shook his head. I sighed and looked at him.

"I'm fine, Tom, I promise. Look, they have me seeing nutritionists every day on set, they'll tell me if I need to stop. I'm. Fine." I insisted with a nod. He scoffed and shook his head, his eyes wavering as a tear left them.

"Right. Sure, you are." He nodded, making me gulp and bite my lip as he turned to leave the home gym. I knew that he was worried about me, and I appreciated that, but I couldn't turn back now. I had to keep going. And that was what I'd do.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom headed towards his and Y/N's home gym, a sigh leaving his lips and his arms crossing over his chest as he once again saw his girlfriend of two years running on the treadmill. Since she had gotten her latest role of the newest superhero to be in the MCU, she'd been on an extremely dangerous diet and fitness regime to get her down to a weight that the directions deemed good enough for the character. He'd watched as his girlfriend lost more and more weight, the boy not being too concerned at the start, but his concern had grown when she'd reached the minimum healthy weight for someone her age and height, but hadn't stopped there. Now, she was virtually nothing more than skin and bone, and he was getting more worried by the day that if she didn't stop soon, she'd start to seriously put her health at risk. And he loved her way too much to see that happen.

"Darling." Tom spoke, finally alerting Y/N to his presence as she looked to the door. A smile curled onto her still beautiful lips.

"What's up, Tommy?" She panted, her insanely thin body starting to sweat as she ran on the treadmill. He clenched his jaw slightly, anger filling him at the fact that she couldn't even stop exercising for five minutes anymore to have a conversation with him. Of course he wasn't angry at her, he was angry at the directors who were making her do this to herself.

"Can you get off for one second so that we can have an actual conversation?" He sighed as he walked into the room.

"Sorry, babe, I can't, I'm already running behind on my exercise plan." She shook her head. He rolled his eyes, his mind really not in the mood to once again fight with Y/N over this as he raised his hand to the dashboard and clicked the buttons to slow the treadmill down.

"Tommy, come on." Y/N groaned as he took her hands and pulled her off of the treadmill. He sighed and looked at her.

"Love, I know that I've asked you this a million times, but I still don't believe that you're being truthful. Are you okay?" He asked, worry and anxiety all that was filling his mind as he looked at her.

"I've told you before, I'm fine." She scoffed and shook her head, making Tom sigh. That was the only bit about the situation that made Tom directly angry at his girlfriend. He knew what it was like to lose weight for a movie, he knew how hard that it could be, even when it was done healthily, so he couldn't imagine how shitty and beaten down Y/N felt in her regime. And yet, she refused to admit to that. Tom had lost track of how many times he'd asked the girl if she was okay, and how many times she'd lied to him and said that she was fine. Her skeletal body and constant lack of energy told him otherwise. He just wished that she'd admit that this wasn't healthy.

"I know that that's what you've told me, but I don't believe it." He shook his head.

"Tommy-."

"No, sweetheart, I'm getting seriously worried about you. You've been getting thinner and thinner for three months now, I've seen you eat less and exercise more by the day. You're killing yourself by doing this." He nodded, tears pricking his eyes as he desperately tried to get through to her. He was reaching the point where he was starting to get scared of losing her if she kept on like this, and so he had to push forward and keep insisting that she did something about it.

"Tom, you did the same thing with 'Cherry', how is this any different?" She scoffed, making his eyes widen.

"It's very different, Y/N. I lost the weight healthily, I wasn't given some bat-shit crazy diet to follow, or some stupidly intense workout routine. You're starving yourself and then overworking yourself, you can't keep going like this." He choked and shook his head. She sighed and looked at him.

"I'm fine, Tom, I promise. Look, they have me seeing nutritionists every day on set, they'll tell me if I need to stop. I'm. Fine." She insisted with a nod. He scoffed and shook his head, his eyes wavering as a tear left them.

"Right. Sure, you are." He nodded, making her gulp as he turned and left the room. As soon as he was out of sight, he choked and shook his head, tears leaving his eyes as he replayed the image of what she now looked like in his head. Of course he'd always love her, but it was absolutely killing him to see her so obviously malnourished and weak. And the fact that the directors were still pushing this onto her was really starting to frustrate him. He clenched his jaw and wiped his eyes dry, his mind deciding that on Monday, he'd go and talk to her directors to try and put a stop to this. That felt like the only route that was left in order to get his girlfriend back to a healthy weight before it was too late.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sighed as I slumped onto the set for the movie, my body feeling utterly exhausted as I walked on. I looked up, my eyes widening and my mouth falling open at what I saw.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled as I started to rush towards the directors. Who looked like they were in a heated argument. With Tom. The directors spotted me, making Tom follow their gaze and turn around to look at me. His eyes widened slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing in a gulp as I rushed towards them.

"Hey, love-."

"What the fuck is going on here?" I scoffed as I looked at him.

"Tom here was just telling us about his perceived pitfalls of your diet and exercise regime. Or should I say, yelling, at us." One of the directors nodded. My eyes widened, my mouth falling open again as I looked at him.

"What the fuck, Tom?! What gives you the right?!" I exclaimed and shook my head.

"Can we have a moment, thanks." Tom nodded, making my eyes widen as he didn't give either director time to answer before gently taking my bicep and pulling me away from them.

"Tom, what the fucking hell, do you want to ruin this for me?" I spat as he pulled me to the side.

"Sweetheart, listen to me-."

"What are you doing, they put me on that diet for a reason, you're fucking this up-."

"And you're killing yourself for a fucking role." He nodded, making me yelp out in shock as he grabbed both of my biceps and made me look at him. I stared at him with wide eyes, making him sigh and loosen his grip on my arms as his eyes wavered.

"Darling, you're killing yourself for a role. I've not seen you eat a real meal in three months, I've not seen you anywhere but in the home gym for several weeks. The routine that they have you in is not a healthy one. You need to stop, and you need to stop before it kills you." He choked and shook his head.

"It won't kill me, Tommy, you're overreacting-."

"Tell me the last time that you ate a piece of fruit. Or the last time that you ate some bread. Fucking hell, tell me any time in the last three months that you actually gave your body even a small bit of sustenance. I bet that you can't." He scoffed. I gulped and looked down, tears pricking my eyes at his words.

"I can't tell you, no. Because I don't remember." I admitted quietly. Tom sighed and looked at me.

"This isn't your fault, sweetheart, I know that, and you should too. I know that you didn't choose to start this bullshit routine. But it needs to stop. And that's exactly what I told your directors. I told them that if they don't want to kill you, you can't keep going on like this. I told them that your size doesn't fucking matter in this role and that it never should have in the first place. I'm sorry that I went over your head, but you just kept saying that you were fine, a-and I didn't know what else to do. This isn't healthy, darling, and I can't lose you to it. I won't lose you to it." He choked. I looked back up at him, making his eyes widen slightly as tears also ran down my face. A quiet choke slipped my lips before I tightly wrapped my arms around his neck. He returned the hug, his face burying itself into my neck and his arms wrapping around my waist as we held each other.

"Thank you. Because you're right, this isn't healthy. I've felt like this for months now, but I was too worried about losing the role to say anything. Thank you for saying something." I cried and shook my head.

"It's okay, love. I'm glad that I ran the risk of you being angry at me because I couldn't continue watching you do this to yourself, and you couldn't continue doing it to yourself. It's okay. You don't have to do it anymore. Either the directors accept you for the healthy size that you are, once you gain back some weight, or they don't get you at all. If they have any sense in them at all, they'll pick the former." He nodded as he soothingly stroked his hand through my hair. I pulled away but only enough to see Tom's face as he looked at me.

"Thank you." I whispered. He gave me a small smile before leaning down and kissing me. I returned it, my eyes fluttering shut and my hand raising to hold his face as we kissed.

"Y/N." We broke the kiss and looked to the side, my heart jumping as the directors walked towards us.

"Yes?" I gulped. They sighed and looked at each other.

"After hearing what Tom had to say, we've discussed it, and, well...you can stop the diet and exercise routine. Your weight is fine how it is now." One nodded.

"It was always fine. But thanks. I guess." I returned the nod, making Tom smirk and pull me closer as the directors walked away again.

"You're right. Your weight was always fine. They're assholes for demanding that you lose so much, but at least you can stop now." He spoke.

"And I've got you to thank for that. So, thank you." I smiled.

"Anything for you, sweetheart, you know that." He returned my smile, making mine widen as I leant up and kissed him again.