Metallica Imagines

Live Your Life Insecure-Robert Trujillo

To be honest, I had no idea what song I should make reference here for the title do I used lyrics from "Good God" by Korn. Pretty sure had nothing to deal with the topic but I wasn't gonna put some Melanie Martinez kind of shit here. Anyways, "And Away We Go!" -Peter Pan

You and Rob were getting ready to go out on a date, since it's been a while since you had one with each other, not including on anniversaries or birthdays. You two barely got to go out anymore and now today was a perfect chance to. You were changing into your clothes in the bathroom while he was changing in your room, kinda of trying to surprise each other with your outfit choice. You barely did anything though. You just kept staring at yourself in the mirror.

Something is off about me, you thought to yourself.
You moved your head side to side. Nothing was wrong. You examined your arms. Still nothing. You looks at your stomach and legs. You thought that was it. There was something wrong with them. You thought they were ugly and fat. You begin to second guess of you still wanted to go out. You didn't want to show the public the way you looked. You need up just huddled into a corner and started to cry.

Robs POV
I just finished getting dressed and I got to say. I look nice. My hair was a bit organized for once and in a ponytail. Wearing one of the suits I wore to a photo shoot with Kirk. Well, just not the coat of it. Or done fancy ass shoes. I wanted to look presentable but be comfortable at the same time. I hope Y/N isn't going to overdress. I want to be comfortable as well. Sure it'd not like we've been on a date for while but it's not like it's a special occasion to be all dressy.

I looked at the time on my watch. 5:00. We should be heading out soon. I went by our bathroom door. I heard sniffling. "Cariño? (gender neutral for "darling") Are you okay?"
That's when I heard a pause.
"Yeah. I'm alright Rob."
I knew they wasn't the truth. "Can I come in for a second?"
"Umm, ok."
I opened the door, revealing my love on the floor, looking gloomy. "What's the matter?" I tried asking.
"Nothing."
I shook my head. "Then why is there tear stains on your face?" There was no immediate response.
"I-I feel ugly Rob," they responded.
"Ugly? Where?"
"Everywhere! Especially my fat stupid stomach."

I took by the hand and lifted them up. "Come here Y/N. Let me show you something." We both stood in front of the mirror. "Look at yourself Y/N, you are amazing. Every inch of you if perfect."
"You're saying that cause you have to."
"What?! Noooo! I'm serious. That hied for everyone. Everyone's body is different Y/N. It makes us, us, besides personality. It's a way people see each other. We shouldn't be ashamed of it."
They didn't say anything, as if they weren't convinced.
"Well look at me for example. I literally have a dad bod. Do I care? Hell no! I embrace it!" I said, lifting my hands in the air, which made them laugh. I smiled at them.
"There's that smile. Come on now. Let's get you finished getting dressed so we can go eat."

This is literally a conversation based on my a my girlfriend tbh. Anyways, sorry if it's short. Actually, I don't really care.