Cameron Monaghan imagines

insecure- ian gallagher

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ur pov

looking in the mirror you hold your stomach in your fingers, squeezing and pulling it away from your body, sucking in your stomach turning all angles. With a sigh, you look at the shape of your thick pale thighs that don't stand apart from how you would like them. Your calves are not small which you hate. Instead, they're big and wide which makes your ankles look awkward.

Your eyes travel to your face as you glare at it. Tears forming in the corner of your eyes. Your rounded face isn't dainty and your chubby cheeks stuck out. Your nose becomes larger when you 'smile'. Cupping your cheeks you pull them back and up turning your head to see the different angles of your face.

"Babe?" Your boyfriend, Ian calls from outside the bathroom door as he knocks. Opening it he sees you standing in front of the mirror wearing only your underwear along with your sports bra and his unbuttoned flannel with tear-stained cheeks.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong?" He asks with concern the sadness dripping off his face as he comes towards you, sitting you on the bathtub and kneeling in front of you. He places his hands on your thighs which have pale lines which you want to hide from him.

"Nothing, Ian. I'm fine." You shake your head again, crossing your arms across your stomach which hangs over your knickers. Ian shakes his head with you as his thumb wipes your cheeks and under your eyes.

"You can tell me, you know. I'm always here, babe." He whispers staring into your eyes as he moves his hands onto your crossed arms.

"I'm just-" you whimper and he presses his forehead against your cheek kissing your jaw. "I'm just so fucking-" you whimper again.

"Beautiful." He shocks you. You lean away from him looking closely at him.

"What the fuck? No, I'm not. I'm just so fat and ugly. I'm not good enough for anyone. I don't deserve you and I don't even know why you want to be with me because there are so many pretty girls and guys who will have a more attractive face for you to look at and a skinnier body for you to hold when you sleep. I'm just shit and I'm sorry." You choke on your tears as you cover your face in shame.

"Hey, y/n. Y/n look at me." Ian holds your hands away from your face as your head hangs looking down at your lap. "Look at me." He lifts your chin with his gentle hand.

He cups your hands in his as his thumb moves in circles in the back of your hand.

"You're beautiful, you're so fucking beautiful. I don't understand how you can't see that." He gulps and looks down. "I don't want you to- shit" His voice cracks as he shakes his head. " I don't want you to feel this way. I love you and you're all I care about, I just want you to be happy. I don't care if I'm not. I don't want anyone else but you. Don't worry about what anyone else thinks about you, because you always will be beautiful to me you're enough. You're enough." He whispers.

"I love you." Your fingers caress his wet cheeks and you kiss the top of his head.

"I love you too, I love you so fucking much you have no idea" he replies lifting your head to kiss your tear-salted lips.