5SOS Preferences and Imagines

#31 You're Insecure And He Comforts You

Luke: “Why am I so fat?” You muttered as you stepped off the scale and onto the bathroom rug. You pulled your shirt back over your head and sluggishly walked back over to your bed over to Luke. “Why do you always weigh yourself before bed, babe?” He asked draping his arm over your shoulder. “I don’t get why you’re so insecure of your weight babe…your beautiful,” he said pulling you closer to him. “You have to ignore the things people say about you…I do when they talk about me, but that’s not going to stop them from saying it,” he said shrugging his shoulders quickly. “You’re not fat…so please don’t let those people burn that into your brain. You’re beautiful…I can keep saying that until you get tired of it [Y/N]. You’re my beautiful girlfriend, who I find to be stunning every hour of every day.” You sniffled a little looking over at him while your shrugged your shoulders in response. “Every hour of every day I find myself thinking about you, how lucky I am to have such a beautiful girl to come home to after a stressful long day. Don’t worry about what the other’s think or say about you…just know that I will always think you’re beautiful…always,” he said placing his head on the top of your head.

Calum: After tossing another pair of skinny jeans to the side you let your body slide down the closet wall. Why’d you have to be so curvy? You let your thoughts wander off to all these other pretty girls that you have seen flirt with Luke…they’re all really pretty and thin. They looked great in everything…then there was you, the curvy one. “Are you ready [Y/N]?” Cal asked peeking his head into the closet to see you on the ground. “What’s wrong?” he asked with a raised brow as he leaned over picking up your jeans. “I look stupid.” You said under your breath glancing up at him. “I'm not skinny…not like your fans,” you mumbled looking away from him. He slid down the wall beside you taking your hand in his. “I don’t care about that, babe. You’re amazing…your body is absolutely breath-taking. I love your body the way it is, baby. I love you [Y/N].” He said quietly as his thumb rubbed over the back of your hand. He shrugged his shoulders, “Soon enough you’ll understand that you are perfect to me…soon enough babe.” He said picking up your jeans and placing them in your lap. “Now get dressed…we have to meet the boys for lunch,” he said pressing his lips to your cheek softly.

Michael: You sat at the vanity surrounded by the makeup you put on daily. Michael sauntered into the bathroom half-dressed and stood behind you. He glanced down at the table and let out a deep breath. “You know you don’t need any of this right?” He said placing his hands on your shoulders and you chuckled a bit rolling your eyes. “Mike…being with you I kind of have to be flawless.” You mumbled as you applied the foundation to your face. “But you already are…without all of this crap. I fell in love you without all of this [Y/N]…I mean look at me,” he said smiling down at you through the mirror. “I don’t have perfect skin…see,” he said pointing to a few marks that sat on his forehead. “I'm not perfect,” he said shrugging his shoulders a smile still upon his lips. “I don’t expect you to be…I don’t want you to be babe. I just love you for you [Y/N],” he said exposing his stunning smile. “So can I toss all of this out?” he asked as he lowered his face to yours and you let out a small chuckle. “You can’t throw them out…I just won’t wear as much anymore,” you said quietly letting your gaze drop down to the makeup scattered on the vanity. “Don’t wear any,” he whispered pressing his lips to your ear.

Ashton: You let your fingers go over your scars slowly a frown upon your lips. They were from the past, but the scars were permanent. Ashton walked in placing his drum sticks by the door and flopping down beside you on the couch. His gaze fell upon your arms and he watched your fingers smoothing over your cutting scars and he let out a sigh. He gently brushed your hand away from your arm, replacing it with his. “I find you every day staring at them,” he said quietly as his fingers traced over them. “I know you don’t like them…but you went through a rough patch and this is proof of that…and you overcame it baby,” he said bringing your arm up to his lips. He lightly placed kisses over your scars, his eyes staring intently into yours. “They don’t make you any less beautiful than you are love. They add to your beauty. These scars show me how strong you’ve been over these past months. You haven’t done it again and I love you so much for not going back to it,” he said against your skin. You nodded slowly; tears welled up in your eyes. “Don’t look at these scars as an imperfection, babe. Because they aren’t…”