If Jensen could put your phone in a ziploc bag and keep it away from you for as long as possible, he most definitely would. You're so obsessed with the thing—he gets it though, all the things it can do and all the stuff on your feeds. Yeah, you're an Instagram fiend, holy shit. You practically got all your news off there, but also.. all your self doubt.

He knew that you got a little insecure when you scrolled through your home page, seeing all those girls who you thought looked better than you. Just seeing them made you feel.. lesser. Like you'd never be as good looking as them. Jensen thought that was complete and utter bullshit, you're the most gorgeous person he knows.

You think everyone you see is so effortlessly perfect when Jensen knows you're so effortlessly easy to love and so effortlessly beautiful. "You gotta stop doubtin' yourself, sweetheart," he scoffs, eyes fluttering up and down you. Yeah, you're absolutely stunning. He can't stand the fact that you can't see that for yourself.

"Y'see them," he gently eases your phone from your hand, smiling at the way you protest. Jensen looks back over at the screen, eyes darting over the lady posing with her nice things looking pretty. He can't deny that she's pretty, because she very much is, but she's got nothing on you. He knows that's a fact.

He sits down beside you, gesturing for you to scooch up so he can convince you how damn amazing you are. "They're pretty, sure, but they sure as hell aren't you, are they?" Jensen scrolls a little, looking at it. His head tilts to the side a little and his eyes meet yours, a soft smile plays on his lips and a he shifts his weight.

Leaning forward onto his knees, he rests a large palm on your knee and squeezes subtly. "You think they don't try to look good? Nah, baby, they're havin' the same thoughts as you, y'know? They see you and think the exact same."

He knows your worth, so he hopes he can convince you that you're one hundred percent worth it.