Jack Johnson imagines

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Request: Can you do an imagine with Johnson and how he wants to have a bubble bath with you but you're all insecure with your body and stuff and he talks you into it?

"Baby," Jack cooed as he crawled into bed with me, curling his arms around my frame as he laid his chin on my shoulder. "You know what we should do right now?" I instantly rose an eyebrow. He had always been the spontaneous type, and I had to admit, at times I hated that about him. It wasn't a bad quality to have, per se, but sometimes his suggestions put me in situations far out of my comfort zone.

"Do I really wanna know?" I retorted semi-seriously, earning a small laugh from him.

"Let's take a bubble bath." He answered, although from his slightly assertive tone, it sounded more like a directive than a suggestion. I hesitated for a moment, glancing down at my clothed body and just imagining all the horrible things I saw in it. Jack and I haven't been explicitly intimate a whole lot throughout our relationship as it was, but even just cuddling in our underwear was a nightmare to me. Not once has he voiced any negativity about my body, yet the voices in my head said otherwise.

"I already took a shower today." I lied on the spot, failing to meet his gaze. The only thing worse than my self-image might have been my lying. Jack sat up and looked at me with his oceanic eyes scanning over my face. I haven't formally discussed my insecurity with him, but I knew he knew I had some issues with my body. He just wasn't aware of the severity of it.

"Would it make you that uncomfortable, babe?" He questioned softly, as if speaking any louder would harm me in some way. I only shrugged. It wasn't exactly easy to talk about this with him. Granted, I trusted this kid with so much, but I figured he just wouldn't understand even if I tried to explain it to him. Sighing, he took my hands into his then brought them to his lips, laying gentle kisses across my knuckles. "You're absolutely beautiful, Y/N. I mean, I could sit here and name every single thing I love about you and your body, but none of that will mean anything until you believe it too."

"I know." I said quietly. "It's just– I don't know. I feel like you'll see me in a different way when you see the whole me." I thought he would laugh because even I felt stupid saying that out loud, but instead he shook his head and looked me straight in the eye.

"No revelation of your body will ever affect what I think of you. You're my girlfriend, Y/N. When I asked you to be mine, I was asking for you, imperfections and all." Although I've heard plenty of compliments and uplifting statements from previous people, somehow Jack was able to really get to me. The way he spoke with such conviction just made me want to throw away all the hateful thoughts about my body and never think them again. "Now, you don't have to do it, but if you'd take a bubble bath with me, I'll show you that you're beautiful no matter what."

I thought about it for a couple minutes longer before I slowly nodded. "Okay... But there has to be extra bubbles." Maybe enough to cover everything except my head. Thankfully Jack obliged, and he kissed my forehead before walking into the connected bathroom. I took my sweet time preparing a comfy outfit for after the bath, then casually strode in after him. The water was running, and he was already shirtless, and for some reason, I started to freak out again. I leaned back against the sink, watching him and feeling my nerves flowing out just like the water was. When he started pouring the bath soap in and the bubbles began to foam up and fill the rest of the tub, I started getting antsy. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all. But the tub's already filled, and I don't want to waste all that water.

Before I even realized, Jack had finished and was looking at me. "You alright?" He questioned.

"Uh." I looked around uneasily while scratching my arm. "Could you– maybe go outside while I get undressed? And I'll, um, call you back when I'm done." I requested with a tint of shyness in my voice.