pastas and your insecurities
tw: i think depictions/descriptions of stretch marks may trigger some people! and mentions of scars, but no specification
Brian, cellulite and stretchmarks:
- he is a gentle himbo soul. He calls your stretch marks your lovemarks and lightning bolts.
- he loves the bumps and grooves on the back of your comfy thighs. thighs he's constantly found himself resting his head in when his head rumbled and ached from a migraine.
- you're a gift to him and the world.
- and he wants you to feel like you're perfect. because you are, to him.
- during cuddle time, he rests his head on your tummy, snuggled between your thighs.
- he'll lift your shirt and kiss the marks that travel up your tummy, and smile at you as his kisses tickle your soft skin
- "have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"
- he asks that so innocently and with so much sincerity. it can melt the hardest of asses.
- he is your personal hype man! If you wear something you usually wouldn't, he'd stop to stare for a while at first
- then breaks out in a giant happy grin, and pulls you into him.
- grabs your hand, and spins you around.
- all that shit. so he can get a good look at you
- kisses the crown of your head gently
- "how did I ever get so lucky?"
- his initial reaction is to laugh off your insecurities
- he's used to joking around what he hated about himself and knows he doesn't want anyone delving in, and finds it more comforting for them to laugh it off with him
- but the laughter dies down and the smiling bastard is frowning at you now
- he knows what it's like to hate your scars. He's picked and tried to scrape off his own burnt flesh, and made them worse in the bed.
- "what the fuck are you on about? c'mere"
- he aggressively loves you. He doesn't want you to feel like how he feels about himself.
- he'll kiss any patch of scarred skin he has permission to and can get to. even if it's an awkward place, his thin lips are pressing his love to them.
- "beautiful. gorgeous. handsome. I could never get enough of you"
- he mutters compliments to you and holds you, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. he breathes in your smell and let's it out in a soft sigh
- "never talk bullshit about yourself again, you got it?"
- he won't take any of your negativity from then on out
- in his eyes: he's the only one who can tease you
Tim, stretch marks and thighs:
- he's a big dude himself. and in the best, most pleasant way.
- he has muscle + fat. a good mix that has made him the best cuddle buddy
- you've told him yourself. So why do you put yourself down for what you love about him?
- he loves how cats can curl so happily on your sun soaked lap in middle of summer
- he loves your beautiful marks, and finds them to be so unique and beautiful on you
- the deep grooves he can't keep his hands away from when you're cuddled (skin to skin, or with very little clothes)
- he looks you in the eyes and gently tells you how you make him feel
- "you make me the happiest I've been in... a long time."
- Masky loves your form too. He loves how it looks in tims shirts or a tight fitting outfit.
- masky rests his heavy head in your lap in the most annoying way.
- I'm talking about forcing himself in your personal space, just for some sugar
- and he's content laying there for /hours/
- and you bet your ass you're not moving an INCH unless you threaten to piss on the couch/bed
- he compliments you in a blunt way
- and when you feel especially down, you'll find extra shiny rocks in your pockets
- she could listen to your voice for hours
- or the rest of eternity
- and she damn well should
- when she's stressed and unable to nap, she'll beg you to tell her how your day has been. and in the most detailed way imaginable. tell her which direction the blender spun when it churned up your fruity smoothie
- and pretty soon her eyes are fluttering shut and sleep is welcoming her like an old friend
- "oh dearie, want to talk about it?"
- she sets everything aside for you. she wants you to spill your feeling guts out so she can make sense of it all. it doesn't make sense. your voice soothes her and makes her feel so happy. it's tender and gentle on her canals.
- she holds your hands and makes you look her in the eyes. she tells you how she sometimes can't sleep without you talking to her. she's fallen asleep countless times by your side because of your voice alone
- and she swears you are an angel from above with an voice as soothing and musical as yours.
- when she misses any of your calls, she'll pray that you left her a voicemail
- and instead of texting, she'll call to hear your voice. even if it's a simple topic that can be solved better through messages
- you're like the most perfectly sculpted statue to him. or a portrait made with the best paints and spent the most amount of time on
- he's breathless by your beauty constantly
- and he's a flustered blubbering mess. unable to find his words or compose himself when you so much as smile at him
- god knows how he managed to land a date with you. or a committed relationship.
- he begs to paint you and that's when the topic comes up
- he sits there and listens patiently, frowning more and more as you spill your squishy heart out to him
- he's silent for a moment
- "but I think you're beautiful."
- he isn't sure how to say it. but to him, god spent the most time on you
- you stun him anytime you enter a room
- and he takes extra care of you. he makes sure to compliment you more and more, hoping his words and the love he manages to shower you in is enough to mend you
- it probably isn't, because that might not be how it works for everyone, but he's trying and will do anything it takes for his lovely
- he's extra touchy, hugging you closer. you can feel his heart beating against your back as he holds you to him, back to his chest.
- "you always look so beautiful without even trying... how?"
- you'll get some good ol' helen lovin'
- let's get something straight first: he's a tit. a whole one. he's teased you before but never jabbed at insecurities
- and he did it to show his love at first
- but here you are, mumbling about how you hate your acne and the deep scars it's left on your back and face.
- "that just means your skin is oily"
"I wish it wasn't. it makes me look /ugly/"
- he stops right then and there, turning to stare at you like you insulted his entire family tree
- and you may as well have
- he tells you to never say that again and doesn't listen to excuses
- takes your face in his hands and makes you swear on it
- he kisses all over your face
- "I'll do face masks and shit with you if it'll make you happy"
- and he follows through with that!
- when he's at the store he buys new products to try, and he reassures you that your skin will get better eventually when you're upset over his glow
- he had a hell of a lot of acne when he was alive and a thriving teen
- and he can't find words to explain how beautiful you are to him
- you just are and he assumes it's common knowledge
- to you and everyone else
- he won't let you talk shit about yourself, and won't let anyone else do that either
LJ, face shape/proportions:
- he just frowns insecurities at first
- isn't there more to worry about?
- he sees it genuinely dishearten you and softens. he gently takes his claws through your hair, mumbling about how he didn't know it bothered you so much
- "...but it's.. your face?"
- he winces at his own stupidity and inability to comfort someone else
- he lets you ramble it all out and tells you the hard truth: there isn't a lot you can do. plastic surgery is expensive and often gets botched, and there's people out there who'd kill for a face like your own
- he's a hard ass but a very very loveable one
- he kisses you and holds you to him, telling you that he loves you over and over
- the next day he's arranged a day to yourself so you aren't stressing your weak squish brain.
- he's taken care of your household responsibilities for you and brings in your favorite snacks
- puts on your favorite show or movie and cuddles you the rest of the day
- he holds you so securely and protectively, even when it's just the two of you
- no one will get their hands on you or make you feel bad about yourself
- not whole, he still has a good ass kicking in him left.
- he knows what it's like. he has scars up and down his arms and over his back from the car wreck and faint ones on the side of his fingers from how he tore his skin down to the bone with his his teeth
- he doesn't take the same approach as jeff, and instead wants you to talk it all out and cry until you're exhausted
- he tells you every scar has a story and he loves yours
- because it brought you right to him
- and he couldn't have made it through most of the shit he has without you.
- you make him feel better about himself and he wants you to feel the same way with him
- he'll gently brush his fingers across your scars, tough so light and airy you can barely feel it
- he's always ready to listen to how you got them
- no matter how stupid or not badass the story may be, he's invested because you're his storybook
- and he can't wait to dig in and read it again and again
- he's always found himself gazing at your profile from his spot. anytime he can see it, he traces it silently with just his eyes
- and he looks away flustered
- he thinks it's fits your face. he doesn't take listening to you talk about a nose job or anyone else's straight bridged nose
- yours is perfect and he can't picture you with another one
- he lifts his mask and presses a kiss to the bridge or the tip of it often
- and he loves watching your face flush red in reaction
- "I think it looks lovely on you"
- and he'll tell you that every single day if he has to
- with him being an immortal demon means he has plenty of time
- as long as you're glued to his side he's telling you how much he adores the features that are plastered to your face
