Agents of S.H.I.E..L.D Imagines {CLOSED}

The Real You (A Mack Imagine)

Sighing as the hot water hits my tense back muscles, I lean my head underneath the shower head. It's exhausting wearing all that makeup to life my vitiligo and dying my hair a lighter color to hide my black hair that I've always hated.

The hair dye leaves my hair and swirls down the drain. I finally step out of the shower and grab a makeup remover wipe. I wipe away my makeup and look into the mirror to see my vitiligo. I think I've had it easy, considering that I have seen others with much worse cases.

But I still feel like I'm hideous. I've always felt this way, until one day, I was searching through a magazine and found an imagine of a woman that looked really pretty. I wanted to look just like her. So I perfect the make up part and bought bulks of hair dye and blue contacts.

I envy those who are comfortable in their own skin, with or without the vitiligo. Because I know that I would never be on their level. I walk out of the bathroom to dry myself and put on my clothes. I heard a knocking on the door and stared at it with wide eyes. "Um, just a sec-" "Hey, Y/N, there's something I wanted to tell you..." Mack trails off as he opened the door.

"Mack," I whisper. Then second he looked at me, my true self, my skin began to crawl. I turn away from him and say, "Please go away," I heard the door close and his footsteps nearing me.

"So this is the true self that you were talking about," he says. "Mack, please, stay away." "Why? I want to get a good look at how beautiful you are," "Beautiful?" I say with a chuckle. "I'm hideous, Mack."

"Why, don't call yourself that." He touches my forearm and I pull away from him. Then he touches my lower back and slowly made his way to my hips as he stands in front of me. He lifts my chin up and presses a long kiss on my lips.

"I think you look absolutely beautiful. Why don't you think the same?" "Because I.. no one has ever called me beautiful before." He holds my face in his hands and kisses all around my face. "Mack," I whine. He lifts me into his arms and sits on the edge of the bed. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him tenderly.

"I love you with and without the make up." I hum as he kisses my neck and add, "I love you too," he kisses my nose, making me giggle.