Omgg!! I love how you wrote the x chubby!reader!! It's genuinely like you took every thought I had and wrote it down, I LOVE IT SMMM!!!
I have another request (that you don't have to do ofc!!) if you don't mind?
I think a fic with your favs (you can chose!) x reader that has a lot of facial/body scars (more specifically, half their face and waist) and tries best to hide it?
Ofc you don't have to write it (as you literally just wrote two new AMAZING fics)!! Have an amazing day! ^^
Ty!!! I think they’d be so sweet about it 🥺 And dw about asking too much, I’m purposely procrastinating my research projects… writing is rescuing me from app/web dev lmao. I went with my faves who I think would handle this the best! i wasn't sure what kind of scars you're referencing (injuries/birth marks/etc) so i tried to keep it as broad as possible ^^
Rating: SFW
Characters: Luke, Amir, Hector, Keyes
Crossposted to AO3 @ SchrodingersJigsaw
Amir is the first to notice--he is your mirror, after all. He's seen every intimate detail of your body, and has borne witness to every attempt at covering your facial scars with makeup. You're free to do as you like, of course, but it does wound him when you look at your scars like they're something you need to be ashamed of.
You're doing your makeup one day, frowning at the web of scars on your face as you do your best to cover them. You're shirtless for the moment, as god help if you get your amazing red shirt dirty, and your eyes wander stubbornly to the scar tissue on your midriff. Your thoughts are wildly distracting, so much so you don't even notice Amir's presence until his arms are around your waist.
"Azizam," he hums from behind you, chin resting on your shoulder. He laughs softly when you jerk in surprise, but holds you steady. "I do wish you wouldn't look at yourself like that. Tell me, what bothers you?"
You hesitate, fidgeting with the makeup brush in your hands. "Isn't it obvious?" You gesture at your scars, looking the picture of melancholy. "They're ugly."
Amir gasps, like you'd just committed some great act of sacrilege. "No! There is nothing ugly about you." His tone is so sure, you're almost inclined to believe him. His hand curls under your jaw, gently guiding you to look at yourself. "I may not know how you acquired these scars, but they are a sign of strength, eshgham. They do not mar your pretty features, they are simply part of who you are. You must believe me."
His words settle in, draping across your skin like a heavy weight, before seeping down to your bones, spreading warmth across your frame. Your voice wobbles softly when you speak, wet eyes meeting his own. "You really mean that?"
"Mhm. And I will say it every day, if I must."
Hector notices shortly after Amir. Well, he doesn't know right off the bat that your issues lie with your scars. He notices that you wear bulky clothing, specifically to cover your midriff, even when it's incredibly hot--and he dutifully keeps the house temperature low, even if the other objects complain. He's seen your scars, especially the ones on your face, but it doesn't even cross his mind that they are what you're trying to hide. He thinks they're just part of you, and a rather unique and beautiful part of you, he must admit.
So, when he asks about your odd clothing choices in the dead of summer, he's floored to find out that's the problem. It's ironic, given that he is no stranger to insecurity and shame, but you are so beautiful! How could you possibly not see that?
"My love, do you really feel so bad about them?"
You nod, feeling almost crushed under the weight of his concern. "They're... well, they don't remind me of good things. I don't like looking at them, so I can't imagine anyone else does."
In response to the self-flagellating note to your voice, Hector lets out a a confused hum, his hands cupping your face. You go a little doe-eyed as his thumbs swipe comfortingly over your scars, his own gaze darting across your face.
"I like looking at them," he murmurs, a little pout on his lips that you're tempted to kiss off. "I like looking at you, and they're just part of you. I promise, my love, nothing could make you anything but the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Your eyes sting a little, a heavy wave of emotion crashing through you. You've never had anyone react so positively to your appearance since you'd gotten the scars, and it's part of your self-imposed isolation. So, to hear this man tell you how beautiful you are...
"I love you, Hector. You know that, right?" Your voice shakes a little, but he's pleased with the way you smile and lean into him. He leans in, pressing gentle kisses over your scars before sealing it with one equally soft to your lips.
"I love you too, darling. More than you know."
Luke is... well, he's not known for subtlety, so while Amir and Hector may be a little more suave about bringing it up, Luke just dives straight into the deep end.
"Why are you covering your battle scars, Ranger?"
When you noticed Luke following you around the house out of boredom, you certainly hadn't expected that to come out of his mouth while you were getting ready for the day.
"...What?"
"Your battle scars!" He reaches out, presumably to touch a scar on your face, only to frown when you flinch away. "What's wrong?"
You take a deep breath, white-knuckling the counter top. "Nothing, just- They're not battle scars, Luke. And I don't like them."
His head tilts, looking adorably confused in the way only your himbo of a microwave can pull off. "You don't like them? They look so good on you, though, Ranger! You look like a badass." His cheeks tint red, his grin widening. "I've always liked looking at them."
The sunny, no-doubt-sincere chime to his words have you smiling despite yourself. It's hard to be moody when Luke is around at the best of times, but especially when he's singing your praises.
"Really?"
"Of course! I like looking at all of you- I mean, not in a weird way, it's just- y'know- you look so damn cool all the time-"
You let him trip over himself, before finally taking mercy on him and shutting him up with a quick kiss. It seems to hard-reset him, his rambling coming to an end as coherency returns.
"I, uh, I can't tell you what to do, Ranger, but I wish you wouldn't cover them."
"The others..."
"The others can shut their crucking mouths," he grumbles with no small amount of venom. "Anyone says anything, you tell me, yeah?"
While not thrilled with the idea of Luke fighting anyone in the house who so much as looks at you sideways, it's hard not to cave to any and all requests of his when he's looking at you like you personally hung the stars and the moon.
You set your concealer and brush aside, feeling a little better about the day ahead than most.
Keyes is no stranger to vanity. The idea of so much as a speck of dirt in her gears, or a scratch on her polish makes her eye twitch, and she might not survive it if anything of these things really happened. Of course, that's just her.
You, though? Well, she thinks you're gorgeous--scars and all. She's written many an ode to your beauty, woven stories of a scarred valkyrie, spent hours at her keyboard with nothing but thoughts of your stunning visage. Granted, you've seen hardly a quarter of her yearning, but it hits her far harder than she'd expected when you first awakened her.
Naturally, she can't believe that you hate your scars. How could you hate something she loves so much?
"My love, sit with me. I would like to tell you something." She pats the spot beside her on the bench, finally finding the words for her thoughts on the matter after watching you flinch away from your reflection in her finish for the umpteenth time.
You sit beside her, cheeks warming when she takes your hand, fingers tangling with your own.
"Did you know every piano is unique? We are all made the same, but we acquire unique markers across our life. A scuff or two here and there from being moved, a unique sound from an slight warp internally, worn finish on our composer's favorite keys." Her free hand smooths over the piano's top, drawing your attention to a small gouge in the wood. "These markers make us unique--recognizable, traceable through time. Do you see what I'm saying?"
Your chest tightens just a little, and you have to look away from the weight of her gaze. "This isn't about pianos, is it?"
"No, my love, it is not. But the same principle still stands." She squeezes your hand, coaxing you into returning her gaze. Her hand on top of the piano moves to gently cup your cheek, like you're something fragile that she couldn't bear to hurt. "Do not look at yourself so disparagingly, my valkyrie. You are so special, so unique--far more than any piano. If only you would see it."
The force of it hits you all at once, tears rising up in your eyes. Keyes shushes you softly, pulling you closer to her. She kisses a path from your temple to your lips, light as a breeze but with an importance you struggle to grasp the weight of. "Do not cry, love. Only listen to my words, and believe that I mean them."
Hellooo! Are you still taking requests? If not, you can ignore this ^^
Ok so hear me out- DE (your favs if you want) x Selkie/hybrid reader
And if its a hybrid that has fur, feathers, scales- anything -they would love to have the dateables accessorize them or something
Everything is pretty much up to you for this idea if you'd like to do it! Not forcing ofc :3
(I would prefer it to be sfw, but I want you to have fun with it!)
I am I am! I've been vv busy with grad school ;-; I know nothing about selkies, so I stuck with hybrids lol
Rating: SFW
Characters: Luke, Amir, Keyes
Luke - Komodo Dragon Hybrid
He thinks you are so. fucking. cool
You're used to catching flak for not being a hybrid of something cute and cuddly, but he's your #1 hype man
Always going on about how your claws, fangs, and scales/thick skin are useful in the barrens
A Komodo Dragon hybrid would be big and strong since they are the largest lizards--he'd never admit it, but he lowkey likes that you can pick him up like he weighs nothing
Likes basking in the sun with you!!
Will put 'war paint' on your scales if you'll let him
He's a little scared of you, but don't worry! He likes it :)
Amir - Asiatic Cheetah Hybrid
You'll be the prettiest kitty in all of the land
Seriously, he'll spend hours tending to your fur, finding the purr-fect products, etc
His favorite sound quickly becomes you purring. He also learns quickly what each bark, stutter, and chirp means
Likes to trace your spots and the rings of your tail when he's bored
He loves just watching you move, just for aesthetics alone; you're graceful, quick, and tend to move like water. It's not uncommon for you to look over and he's watching you do completely benign things, while looking awe-struck
He appreciates that you can be dangerous, but he knows you'd never hurt him (though, he has tried to sic you on Johnny...)
Keyes - Nightingale Hybrid
You're her musically gifted partner!
Without fail she catches you singing along to her piano every time she plays
Asks you often to help her work out tunes by singing them for her
You two play off each other very well, usually without even needing to discuss how a song goes
The two of you put on little shows for some of the other dateables quite often (Volt keeps trying to get you to perform at the Breaker Box!)
She likes tending to your feathers when she's stressed, since it gives her something to do with her hands
