He hated to reject you but he knew he had to. His job was far too dangerous and he couldn’t live with himself if something ever happened to you. But you begged him to give you a chance so many times. Of course he gave in.

From the very beginning, he made sure you understood that it wasn’t a labeled relationship, and you were okay with it as long as you got to be with him.

You’d been together for a few months now and you were surprised to see - once he got fully comfortable with you - that he was, in fact, the simp in the ‘relationship’. He was always over at your apartment, staying the night more often than not. He often gushed about how beautiful he found you. You’d always say something about how you thought your weight took away from your looks, and he simply could not comprehend it. Because Oh, how he loved your body. Love is an understatement. Every time he saw you - Whether it be just in passing, a picture, or gazing at you lovingly - he could not get enough of those soft curves. He adored holding you, feeling your plush body against his own. It was heaven. You’d been feeling especially insecure recently, looking at your body in disgust whenever you looked in the mirror.

You were getting ready for bed and you had decided to sleep in just your underwear. But the second you stepped in front of the mirror to brush your teeth, a feeling of regret and dysmorphia washed over you. Jack was laying on your bed when he saw you standing in the bathroom. His eyes widen with excitement and he immediately gets up and walks over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, gently squeezing your stomach, and rests his chin on your shoulder. His eyebrows furrow when he sees your sad expression in the mirror.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” He asks softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw.