☆why don't we imagines☆

thank you [j.p]

jake paul

warning: this has self harm
if you are sensitive to that, maybe you shouldn't read this.

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you scroll through the comments of your latest instagram post.

it's a picture of you and your boyfriend, jake.

you are standing close together, arms wrapped around each other, kissing.

a few tears fall down your face as you look at them.

jerikaforlife44 you don't deserve him 😒

shippingjessa he can do so much better than you

user1 ugh, why is he dating her 😷😷

user56 you're ugly af

user39 can't believe he's actually dating you smh

user9 back off, bitch, he's mine

you then go to jake's latest post.

it's a picture of you and him at the beach, holding hands.

you look at the comments, and see more hate.

user76 leave her, jake, she's not good enough for you

user64 why do you like her? i just don't get it

user23 she's fucking ugly. why is my question, who's with me?
-300 likes on this comment

you lock your phone, setting it down.

you walk into jake'a bathroom, grabbing my razor.

you slowly start to cut my wrists, creating many different cuts.

blood starts pouring out of your wrists, as you cry.

it hurts like hell, but you don't stop.

you continue running the razor over your skin, making cuts.

you hear your phone continuously go off, and assume more hate comments.

you keep cutting.

once you feel like you've done enough, you put the razor away, and slide down to the floor.

blood is still coming out of the cuts, but you don't care.

you leave it be.

you put my head in your hands, and cry more.

you hear the door to jake's room open, then close.

"y/n?" jake asks.

you don't respond, and silently cry.

jake walks into the bathroom, and sees you on the ground.

"y/n. baby, what's wrong?" jake asks, kneeling down next to you.

you look up at him with your tear stained face.

he spots your wrists, and a couple tears slide down his face.

"baby, what are you doing?"

he uses his thumb to wipe away some of your tears.

you just cry some more.

"y/n, look at me. why are you doing this?"

"all your fans hate me. they hate that i'm dating you. they call me ugly, say i'm not good enough and that you should leave me," you sob.

"look at me," jake says.

you slowly lift your head up, and look him in the eyes.

he stared back into yours, and you see tears falling down his face.

"i don't care what they say. to me, you are perfect. you are the most amazing person i could ever dream of having as my girlfriend. and if they can't see that i love you, then you know what? fuck them. i love you, y/n. i hate to see you doing this to yourself. please stop doing this," jake cries.

"i can't stop, jake."

"please. for me, i'll help you. i will do whatever it takes. i just can't stand to see you harm yourself.  will do absolutely anything."

"really?"

"really. and you know what else i'm going to do? i'm going to say something to all those people who are hurting you."

"i can't believe you'll do this for me," you cry.

"i will do anything for you. anything. i love you."

"i love you too, jake."

jake sits down on the floor, and pulls you into his lap to face him.

he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest.

you cry into his chest, as he holds you, rocking us back and forth slightly.

you feel him pull out his phone.

you look down at what he's doing.

he opens up instagram, and goes to post another picture.

he posts another picture of the two of you, laying in bed with each other, his arms wrapped around you, and you snuggled up against him.

he starts writing a caption: "i can't believe some of you. this girl right here, this girl in the picture, is my girlfriend. and i love her. i love her so much, to the point where she's the one i want to spend the rest of my life with, no matter what happens. what ever happens in the future, i will still love her. but a lot of you are hating on her, and i can't stand that. so i'm here to address that. 
stop. stop hating on y/n. she doesn't deserve any of this at all. she's harming herself because of what you are all saying. you are causing her pain. and i need you to stop now. i don't want to see her like this, and it hurts me to see her hurting herself. it hurts a lot. i'm deeply upset by you all. 
so, i'm asking you to stop commenting hate comments on her posts and on mine. i just can't express how sad i am."

he finishes, and posts it.

he locks his phone, and sets it down.

"thank you," you whisper.

"you're welcome," jake replies, he brings your lips to his.

he pulls away eventually, then kisses you on the forehead before hugging you tightly again.

"i love you, jake."

"i love you too."

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[hey, i don't really
know what to say,
but i hope you all like!]