(I feel supid because I have read the whole list 3 times to decide on the 1. One)But anyway..Happy 2 year blog anniversary❤❤❤❤❤❤Hope you continou doing as great as you curently are❤Now,as I said,could I get Either Samatoki or Ichiro(whichever one you feel like) with 1.?S/o is insecure about her stretch marks to be exact(Fem or Nonbinary,you pick).You dont have to do this if you dont want to!Happy anniversaryyyy❤❤
1. “You look stunning tonight”
I chose Samatoki because I’m planning on doing an Ichiro one next! Thank you for the support! This was a really cute prompt; I think we should all love and accept our bodies no matter what! Stretch marks are totally normal and wonderfully unique! I’m sure the hypmic guys would love all bodies unconditionally too! Enjoy!
Headcanon: Samatoki likes to run his fingers along your stretch marks because he likes the way they feel under his fingers. He also uses them as markers to pinpoint all of the different spots on your body that he knows are sensitive~
Word Count: 1,001
Genre: Fluff; female!reader
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You gazed at yourself in the mirror and frowned, running your hands along your stomach and staring down at your thighs. Thin and thick lines ran across your skin, some deeper than others, but all looked out of place to you. You pinched your skin and tugged it taught, imagining what it would be like to have your skin smoothed out.
You were pulled from your thoughts as the door opened and Samatoki walked into the bedroom. He glanced over at you and then quickly looked away when he saw you standing in front of the full length mirror in nothing but your bra and underwear.
“Oh, sorry, are you changing?” Samatoki asked, hurriedly. “I can leave if you want,” he added, turning towards the bathroom. You let out a small chuckle and shook your head.
“It’s fine, Toki,” you said, a sad smile on your face. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, after all.”
You turned back to the mirror, looking down at your body when you noticed Samatoki walking over to you. He lazily wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and met your gaze inside the mirror.
“I like the view,” he purred, smirking slightly as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You look stunning tonight.”
Your smile faded a bit and your eyes dropped down to the stretch marks you had been staring at moments before.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to say things like that,” you laughed dryly. You tried to mask the sadness in your voice but even Samatoki, who was not the best at picking up on your emotions, could instantly tell that something was bothering you. His eyebrows furrowed but he didn’t let go of his hold on you as he scoffed.
“What the hell do you mean? Of course, I do, I’m your boyfriend after all. It’s my job to make sure you know how beautiful you are,” he stated, aggressively complimenting you.
You didn’t know how to respond and you didn’t want to stare at your skin any longer so you pulled yourself away from his arms and away from the mirror, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge. Samatoki’s eyes followed you closely, intense and filled with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
You didn’t want to meet his gaze and opted to stare down at your thighs that pushed together, seemingly mocking you with their markings.
“Something’s bothering you,” Samatoki stated as he followed you and sat down beside you on the bed. You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling extremely exposed.
“No, I-I’m fine, it’s just…” you trailed off, wondering how to express your feelings. Samatoki waited for you to finish and when you didn’t, he turned towards you closer.
“Just what?” he asked, trying to remain calm. You played with your fingers as you finally gave a sigh.
“How can you think my body is beautiful?” you asked, your voice cracking a bit as you brought your gaze up to his eyes. “I have all these horrible stretch marks everywhere and they’re so gross and I hate. How do they not bother you?” you exclaimed in a pained voice.
Your throat was dry and you immediately stopped talking, knowing that if you continued the tears would soon follow. Samatoki sat beside you with wide eyes at your sudden proclamation.
“What are you talking about?” he suddenly asked, his voice quieter than you had expected. He looked down at your stomach with confusion and then at your thighs. “These marks are just part of your body, right?”
You stared at him blankly, not knowing how to respond to his words as you weakly nodded.
“Well, your body is perfect to me so don’t talk about yourself like that, got it?” he stated, his tone snappy but his eyes filled with sincerity. “The marks you have make your body unique. Anyone who tells you they’re ugly or bad can fuck right off! Your body is fine just the way it is with all of the stretch marks and everything.” he added, slightly more passionately.
You had been staring at him with an ache in your heart, but you felt your fears begin to melt at his words. He thought you were beautiful. No, more than that, he thought you were perfect. His words brought on the tears that had been threatening before and at the sight of your reaction Samatoki immediately paled.
“H-hey, what’s with that face? Why are you crying?” he asked, suddenly wondering if he had said something wrong.
Even Samatoki could admit that he wasn’t the best with his words, being more of a man of action, but now he was flustered at the thought that he might have made you feel even worse. He stared at you with desperate concern as he tried to think of how to best comfort you.
You let out a small, choked laugh, a single tear falling onto your cheek as you watched your boyfriend panic before you.
“It’s okay, I’m okay, I’m just touched,” you said, wiping your cheek. “Thank you, Toki,” you added, scooting closer to wrap your arms around your boyfriend in a grateful hug. “You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say all that,” you said, hiding your head in his chest.
You could feel Samatoki physically relax at your words as he wrapped an arm around you holding you close to him. He breathed a small sigh of relief and tilted his head back a bit.
“You shouldn’t hold back your feelings like that, stupid,” he grumbled, gently patting the top of your head. “If you’re feeling bad about something just tell me next time so I can kick the ass of all of your bad thoughts,” he added with a grunt.
You chuckled a little and shook your head, glancing up at him and smiling.
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“I’ll kick the ass of anything that says you’re not perfect!”















