Tiger (pt1) Part two out now! Did both pieces in a day! (I need sleep)
ALEJANDRO X READER. FemReader/mentions of insecurities (Stretchmarks)
You were never the type to show off your body. Even if you didn't much mind the form of your arms and legs, there was still something that bothered you in the worst way...
Sitting in the mess hall, you find peace and serendipity doodling in your pocket-sized journal while Soap talks your ear off about the latest mission. "Bloody walkin' and crawlin' through tight spaces, three miles o' mud an' misery. Ye should've seen it, lass. Aye.. Brilliant fuckin' plan whoever fuckin'-...." His voice trailed off as your eyes followed the ink trails of your ball pen on the paper sheet. Focusing on the detail of the little flower you were drawing. You were getting tired, wanting dinner time to end so you could shower and change into clothes, to put on pants that didn't go up your crotch. "Did y'hear me a' aw bonnie?" Soap asked. You partially did... Partially didn't. But you didn't want him to think that talking to you was like talking to a wall. "Yes,' you reply, "Yes I did, Johnny." "Y'better have been. This mission was hell, and if I went through bloody hell just to get bloody intel, then ye goin' through hell listenin' ta me rant abou' it." He snickers. "Oi, look who's comin' lass."
You turn to see behind you. His hazel brown eyes gaze back into yours. They remind you of bottomless pools of the sweetest honey. His beard was freshly trimmed, not shaved, trimmed. Like Soap, it took him a while to get that damn intel, and his facial hair can't exactly trim itself when it overgrows too much for his liking. He walks up to the table where you and Soap were sitting. "Ey, guapa." He greets. "Ey Soap." "Oi, Ale'andro." "Hi..." You greet back. You've always had a thing for Alejandro, though you didn't like to admit it. You call it being "fond of him," while the rest of the team calls it "bullshit." "What are you two talking about?" He asks as he pulls out a chair, spinning it, spreading his legs, placing them on either side of the seat, hugging the chair in between his thighs. You seriously tried not to look... no, you're stronger than this.. But a little glance won't hurt... right?
Dinner is ending, which means your time with Alejandro is as well. You're walking your way to your quarters, thinking, another day without telling him how you feel. But your thoughts are easily interrupted by the sound of a soft whistle. You turn. In Alejanjandro's hands, your little sketchbook. You forgot it back on the table you, he, and soap were sitting at. "Hey, Amor. You forgot your journal en la mesa." He hands it back to you, your fingers brushing slightly against his. You can feel your heart drop to your stomach. Even the slightest touch from him makes your heart flutter.
"Thanks.. I was about to grab clothes and hit the showers."
"Ah, I see." He looks down, shuffling his feet. You ponder his actions. Why did he seem so nervous? Is there something he wants to tell you?
"Nada, Is just that.. There's something I wanted to tell you, but you seem busy right now, so it can wait-"
"You can tell me now." You quickly interrupted, your heart racing a bit as you anticipated what he was going to say next.
"Well, how about I walk you to the showers and we can talk about it over there?" He asks. Ooooh god. That stupid little smirk on his face. He knows, doesn't he? And now he wants to torture you and tease you, pushing you to your limits now that he's aware of your feelings for him. But how could he know? Who told him?.. Well, now you know to NEVER go to Soap when you're interested in someone... But here you are, walking to the showers after grabbing clothes. You hope (as much as you want to) that he doesn't mean to shower with you.. You didn't want him to see the "mostrosity" of marks on your sides, chest, thighs.. The thought of him seeing you exposed made you sick. Imagining the disgusted look on his face once his eyes lie on your stretched skin.
“So… what is it that you were going to tell me?” You ask as you both finally arrive at the showers. It’s like your words go though one ear and out the other. He’s in front of you, and you’re in front of him. So close, you can feel his soft exhale from out his nose. “I can’t deny that I have a thing for you as well, amor.” He cups your cheek, the contrast of his tan skin against your beautiful shade. “We’re good friends, why not be more?” And oh you’d love that, much more than you’d like to admit. But you were already thinking of the future. As odd as it seemed, you were thinking about intimacy, him seeing your body. You feared he’ll leave you for your worst insecurity.
You tried to avoid his gaze. There’s something about your stretch marks that doesn’t sit right with you at fucking all. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Alejandro drops the flirty act once he sees your hesitant expression. A hint of concern etched on his face. “Nothing, there’s just something about me I don’t really want you seeing.” You didn’t mention what it was you didn’t want him seeing. “What is it? You can tell me, amor.” But you didn’t want to tell him.. What would be his reaction if you ever did? Would he run away in fear? Would he cringe in disgust? You couldn’t bear the thought of him knowing. But you’ve been friends with him for a while, you can trust him.. Right?…
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