Jacksepticeye Imagines

Self Love

Word Count: 570

(WARNING: mention of bulimia)

You were getting ready to go on a date with your boyfriend of three years. You pulled on a red dress overlayed with back lace, a black ribbon tied around your waist. It was the first time you wore a dress in a good while. You stopped at your bedroom mirror and studied yourself. You absolutely loved the way the dress looked on you when you bought it last week, but something about it didn't seem right today. The more you stared, the more you hated how it looked on you.

You turned sideways and sucked in your gut. It seemed to look a bit better, but you didn't want to be stiff all night. A pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's time to go," Jack questioned, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Oh, uh, I'm ready. I guess," you said, looking at Jack's reflection.

"Look at us," he smiled, standing up taller as he held you against him. 

"Yeah. . ." you examined yourself, hating the image and looking away.

"What's wrong, baby?" You could feel Jack's arms leave you, then he moved in front of you.

"I. . . I don't know. I just, I don't-" you felt too embarrassed to tell Jack about how self-conscious you were. You sighed, knowing Jack wouldn't let it go. "I just don't like the way I look," you forced the words out of your mouth like last night's dinner.

Jack scrunched his face up in confusion. He was about to ask you why, but remembered your self-depreciating jokes about your weight, and he realized you weren't joking. He stepped behind you again, putting his hands on your waist and turning you to face the mirror again. You looked at the reflection of Jack's eyes, and Jack stared back into yours. He raised his eyebrows, with that dumb grin on his face.

"You look great in that dress, (Y/N). You look great all of the time," he said, putting extra emphasis on great. "I don't know why you think you look bad. But I can assure you that you always look beautiful. And you're smart, and funny, and adorable." He kissed your cheek, and then turned you around to face him. His face was serious now.

"Tell me I look great," he instructed. You cocked your head with a smile on your face, taken aback by his request but amused nonetheless.

"Jack, you look great," you said seriously. You weren't lying, he did look very handsome, as always.

Jack smiled and said, "Now tell me you look great."

You tried out the words, cringing as you said, "I look great?"

"No! Say it seriously. You look great!" Jack furrowed his eyebrows, filled with determination. He made you look at your reflection and repeat the words until you started to believe them, even if only a little bit, between giggles and teasing.

When you went to the bathroom to clean up your get-ready supplies before you went out on the date, you came back to see a sticky note on the mirror, stuck right in the middle. It read, "You look amazing! You can't convince me otherwise. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met, inside and out!"

You smiled at Jack as you met back with him in the living room, feeling lucky to have such a great boyfriend.

(A/N) Okay, whoohoo! First part! I think I did okay, but let me know what you think!