Crush/Boyfriend Imagines

①. Boyfriends Insecure

This is a little different from other stories.

I️ feel like there are a lot of stories about girlfriends getting insecure but not the boyfriend. So today I'm going to be writing about the boyfriend being insecure. Hope it's not too bad!

TW: mentions of weight and weight insecurity

Type: Sad but ends with fluff

Prompt: Boyfriend gets insecure but luckily y/ns is there to help

Word Count: 708

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"Where the heck is he?" you thought to yourself, frustrated after sending what felt like the hundredth unanswered text.

Your boyfriend, Y/bf, had been acting strangely lately. He was wearing baggy clothes, something he never did, and seemed distant, yet possessive. This wasn't the Y/bf you knew and loved; something was seriously wrong. You tried calling him again, but it went straight to voicemail.

"That's it," you mumbled, determination in your voice, "I'm going over there."

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"Hello, Y/n!" Y/bf's mom greeted, opening the front door with a warm smile.

"Hello, Mrs. [Y/bf's last name]. Is Y/bf here?"

"Oh yes, he's in his room. I'm just heading out, so feel free to go on up," she said, making way for you to pass.

Thanking her, you quickly climbed the stairs and headed straight for Y/bf's room. You knocked softly, waiting anxiously for a response. After a few seconds, you called out to him from behind the closed door.

"Y/bf, it's Y/n. Can I come in?"

There was a moment of silence before the lock clicked, and the door slowly opened. Y/bf stood there, slouching, with pink, puffy eyes.

"Y/bf, what's wrong?" you cooed, opening your arms for a hug.

"Nothing, it's stupid," he shrugged, stepping into your embrace.

"Y/bf, it's not stupid. It's clearly bothering you. Please, tell me," you urged, letting him go.

Sighing, he trudged back into his room and flopped onto the bed, and you followed, sitting on the edge of his bed next to him.

"Can you tell me?" you gently asked.

There was another moment of hesitation before he finally spoke, his voice choked with tears, "Why are you even with me?"

"What do you mean? Why wouldn't I be with you?" you exclaimed, genuinely surprised by his question.

"I'm overweight. I'm not as good-looking as all the other guys out there," he said, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Stand up," you spoke sternly.

Confused, he complied, and you led him to the mirror against the wall.

"Okay, you want to know what I see?" you asked.

He shrugged, nodding slightly.

"I see a gorgeous boy, MY gorgeous boy, with the most breathtaking eyes, the most beautiful smile, and fantastic hair."

Y/bf's face turned a light shade of crimson as you continued, "Not only is his face perfect, but his body is too. Lift your shirt."

"What? No," he firmly denied, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Ugh, don't be such a drama queen. Just do it," you sighed, playfully hitting his shoulder.

He let out a soft but noticeable chuckle before giving in, slowly lifting his shirt.

"Wow. See, you are perfect. Not one flaw at all; you are absolutely perfect."

"And if that's not enough, I see the sweetest, funniest, most amazing person ever," you added, stepping in front of the mirror and looking at yourself.

"Now I see the luckiest girl whose heart only beats for you. A girl whose smile only exists when she's around you."

He didn't speak, tears started streaming down his face yet again, only this time they weren't tears of sadness but tears of joy.

"I love you so much. More than I could even express. You always know what to say. Thank you," he cried, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly.

"Oh, Y/bf, I love you so much."

"I love you more than anything in the world because you are my world."

"Okay, okay, let's not get too cheesy here," you teased, a small laugh escaping Y/bf's lips.

The two of you spent the rest of the day together, cherishing each other's company.