Jeremiah Fisher Imagines ❁

J.F/ insecure

You didn't realise how difficult it would be to be somebody's girlfriend... especially Jeremiah Fishers.

Loving him and appreciating him was the easiest part, the hard part was being able to love yourself so you could fully be yourself around him.

I mean, you were yourself but to a certain extent.

I hated the way my body looked, the way my stomach created rolls when I sat down, my thick thighs overfilling chairs, the stretch marks forming on my belly. It was hideous.

The insecurity of my body meant that Jeremiah and I still haven't been intimate with one another, I'm scared he's going to dislike my body and be disgusted.
Every time we get close to even trying to have sex, I pull back because I'm scared. Scared of what he's going to think... Scared he's going to laugh at my fat chubby body, laugh at how hideous I am. Tell me I look like a whale.

Plus he was Jeremiah Fisher, every girl wanted him, they would eye him out, flirt with him. Even when I'm literally standing next to him... Of course he would turn them down because he was an amazing boyfriend, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt me still.

He had a certain type as well, very athletic girls. All of his exes were thin, clear skinned, photogenic, no flaw about them at all.
And that wasn't me. I couldn't even wear a bikini around Jeremiah.

Currently we were in cousins for summer break, I stared at myself in his bedroom mirror just examining every flaw I had. Slight tears dropping from my eyes.
It hurt to look at myself... I can't even look at myself when I'm brushing my teeth.
Jere was downstairs helping Connie with putting some of the dishes away.

"Finally finished." Jere spoke before entering his room, I turned to look at him.

"You okay babe?" Jere asked, I faked a smile and walked up to hug him. My arms snaking across his abdomen as my head dug into the boys chest. I felt as he leaned his chin on top of my head.

"I'm fine. I was just fixing my hair." I lied.

I didn't know if I wanted to tell Jeremiah about my insecurities, he shouldn't have to bear that weight.
Jeremiah felt something was wrong but didn't want to question his girlfriend, he just wanted to cuddle his girl and love up on her.

"Tomorrow there's a pool party a few houses down, are you keen to go? Belly and Connie are." Jeremiah asked with a soft tone.

In my head I hesitated, but I replied with a "sure."

That night while Jeremiah slept, I was still wide awake, thinking about what I was going to wear to a pool party. I didn't own any bikinis or even a one piece... there was no need to own one because I didn't like showing off my body.
My stomach flipped and I felt sick, just thinking about my ugly body. Thinking about all the pretty girls with toned bodies who are most likely gonna hit on Jeremiah.

My head turned to face the sleeping boy, his mouth slightly open as he slept, his golden curls slightly messy. His arm gripping my waist and holding me securely.
I didn't deserve him, he was out of my league.

A big part of me didn't understand what he saw in me, why did he ask me to be his girlfriend? What was so amazing about me? Truly, I didn't think I was even that funny, boys in the past have called me boring.
Jeremiah was also my very first boyfriend, so that also played a huge part of me being insecure. What if I'm bad at being a girlfriend? He's dated many girls before me and clearly experienced . Because I didn't give up my virginity to him yet I was also scared he was going to get bored and ditch me.

- The next morning-

Jeremiah's point of view

Y/n was at the island counter sitting next to belly eating breakfast, while I cooked up more eggs for the whole house. 

"Want to go shopping for some bikinis today? You know for the pool party today? I can't fit my old ones anymore" Belly asked y/n.

I tried not to eavesdrop.

"Sure belly, I won't shop for a bikini though, I don't think I'll swim later at the party." Y/n whispered but I managed to hear.

I turned around and pouted at her,

"Babe, swim with me. It's a pool party." I replied, belly cheered along to encourage her.

"Yeah it's so hot day! Swim, swim, swim." We both chanted. Y/n's cheeks slightly turned red and I could tell she wasn't in the mood.
Realising she wasn't happy I placed the pan of eggs down and asked if belly could finish cooking them.

Y/n followed me up to my room, concerned I wrapped my arms around her.

"Tell me what's wrong y/n, I can read it all over your face." I asked, she hesitated to even reply.

"Jere, I'm scared to wear a bikini in front of you, in front of anyone. I hate my body." Y/n whispered.

I should've realised, there were moments where she'd stop our make out sessions because I'd try to feel her body more, or she'd purposely wear baggy clothes.

"You're beautiful y/n, whatever you think is a flaw on your body, I assure you I %100 love and find sexy. I'm not even kidding." I replied with a smile.
Y/n didn't seem convinced and it made me sad.

"Baby, I promise you. Your curves, your smile, your personality and humor is what I like most. You're gorgeous mama." I truthfully spoke.

Hugging her tighter than ever.

"I just don't understand why you choose me over other girls, ones who are skinnier and prettier." She explained.

My hands cupped her cheeks and I frowned looking down at her.

"I fell in love with you, no one else, ok? You do something to me that no other girl can do. You make me feel warm, safe and loved. You're the only girl I look it, I literally have tunnel vision when it comes to you." I explained while wiping the tears from her eyes.

"I want you, I only love you, I love your mind and body. Please don't forget that. You're it for me
y/n."

Y/n smiled and tippy toed to kiss me, I smiled during our kiss.

"In an hour, take off all your clothes and I'll show you what I love." I replied cheekily smiling, she made a face and laughed slightly.

"I'm being serious y/n. I'll be naked with you." I replied back.

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