Why Don't We Preferences

He defends you...

WARNING: HAS TRIGGERS, DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT.

Jonah Marais: 

From yourself. 

You didn't understand how someone could love a person like you.  He didn't understand why you hated yourself even though you were fucking perfect.  You think you hide it well, but he sees the way your eyes linger in mirrors, how you order the lightest meals, how you stay up late wondering why you can't be better.  He sees it all and it breaks him.  "Y/N?" he asked, sitting down next to you.  You shut your phone off a little too fast for his liking.  

"What's up?" you ask, faking a smile.  

"Can I see your phone?" he asks.  Your smile wavers as you slightly shake your head.  He grabbed it nonetheless and effortlessly unlocked it.  His eyes changed from hard to pained in a matter of seconds.  He sighed, pulling you in his lap.  "Cutie Pie, you don't need to lose weight, you aren't overweight, you don't have to put yourself on a diet.  I notice everything, even the tiny things and it hurts me to know you don't think you're pretty.  Please, I love you for you, I don't want you to change any aspect.  Why?  Because that's what makes you special!" he pleaded.  

"I'm sorry," you buried your face in the crook of his neck.  He rubbed your arms up and down with a soft smile playing on his perfect lips.  

"If you ever feel like this again, will you come tell me?" he asked, feeling you nod.  "Come on, it's hot outside and I want ice cream," he picked you up and walked out the door to the car.  Ice cream and Jonah always make everything better, no matter how messed up.  

Daniel Seavey:

From your bullies.  

So you were kind and helpful.  Apparently that was enough to attract some bullies.  Daniel knew, how could he not?  He knew as soon as you came home with bruises on your back from being shoved into lockers the first time.  Which is why he never left your side during school, unless he absolutely had to.  Today he knew something was wrong in his gut, that anxious feeling that doesn't go away easy.  He scanned the halls looking for you, until he saw your three bullies round a corner.  They were big, muscular football stars.  But you were his girlfriend and there was nothing he wouldn't do for you.  Suspicious, he followed them straight to you.  They cornered you against a locker, spitting and tormenting you with hurtful and spiteful words.  Anger boiled in Daniel like nothing else.  "Hey!" he growled, catching their attention.  You sighed a heavy breath of relief, until you saw the anger in his beautiful blue eyes, then you knew they were up shit creek.  

"Fuck off," one of them scoffed.  

"No!" Daniel seethed, fists clenched.  They laughed.  

"What's this lil musician gonna do?" they joshed.  In a split second, he punched one of them.  Blood gushed from his nose as he staggered back.  The other two advanced towards Daniel, but you were quick to kick them in the crotch.  They crumbled to the floor, whining.  

"Don't go near her again!" Daniel snarled, pulling you away.  Once you two were alone, Daniel's anger melted into happiness.  "I love you so much," he smiled, all cheerful despite what happened earlier.  

"I love you too, thank you," you grinned, kissing his cheek.  

Corbyn Besson: 

From attempting suicide.    

Corbyn knew you cut before.  He always did random checks on your wrists to make sure there were no new marks.  "Hello Baby!" he greeted as you walked into the kitchen.  

"Hi," you replied quietly, hoping he wouldn't check your wrists because you might have added a new scar last night.  Corbyn's brow furrowed at your quiet response as he bit into his doughnut.  You walked out of the kitchen and into the living room to watch some Netflix.  Corbyn hastily finished his doughnut and sat down next to you.