Pretty Little Liars Preferences

#68 You Want Plastic Surgery

Ezra: Rhinoplasty. He wouldn't understand it; why you'd dislike the way something looked on your body to the point of you wanting to have surgery to change it. He wouldn't understand it, because everything about you was perfect to him; the little freckles on your cheeks, the cute little snort you did sometimes when you found something too funny, and how you'd glow bright red if he teased you about it. And he loved the little bump in your nose too. He liked to tap it lightly when he was teasing you, a lopsided grin on his face because he thought you were just too adorable with the creases in your forehead and the pout on your face; mad, upset. But, as much as he would struggle to understand it, he would try to support your decision too because he knew that this would be a scary thing for you, and he'd want to be there for you whether he understood it or not.

Caleb: Breast Augmentation. He would be really worried, although he'd refuse to admit it to anyone but himself for some time. What if something went wrong? What if you didn't wake up after? Although the doctors and plastic surgeons had attempted to convince him that it was highly unlikely anything would go wrong, he wouldn't believe it. There was always a risk in surgery, whether it was cosmetic or otherwise, and he would hate to think that you might risk your life over something like the size of your boobs. He would stay up late at night, especially on the few nights before your surgery, thinking of all the things that could go wrong. He'd seen the stories on television, about plastic surgery gone wrong, and surgeons ruining people's lives. He would worry a lot, and ask you if you were sure that you wanted to go through with the surgery, but once he realised that you weren't going to change your mind, he'd try to be supportive despite his worry.

Toby: Dermabrasion. He'd have found you a few weeks back, standing in front of your bathroom mirror with a horrified look on your face as you peered at your reflection. The fine lines that had appeared around your eyes sent you into a panic, and for the next three weeks, you'd spent your free time researching how to get rid of them. When you came to him and told him that you'd decided on having cosmetic surgery to remove them, he tried desperately to convince you to change your mind. It wasn't that he was worried about something going wrong during the procedure, but that he was worried about your self-image. How could you think that those tiny, tiny, tiny lines around your eyes would make you any different in his eyes, or in anyone else's eyes? He would be really confused by that.

Jason: Abdominoplasty. He would freak out when you tell him; maybe punch a hole through the wall or break something. He would be really mad; with himself mostly, but also with the mean people at your office who he was sure had driven you to this decision after the hate filling up your workplace. But as much as he would blame himself, and the tons of people that called themselves your co-workers, he would be mad at you too. He would be so mad, but he'd try not to show it. He'd be mad that you listened to those stupid people, that you didn't snap back at them when he told you to, that you'd thought that the hateful words they said were true. He was mad that when you looked in the mirror, you didn't see the same beautiful girl that he did. He would be very opposed to this, and if you went through with it, he would be really mad at you for a while. He just wanted you to love yourself as much as he loved you.

Mike: Botox. He would immediately give you an 'are-you-serious' look after you told him that you were thinking of getting Botox. He would try to convince you that you were making a mistake, getting madder and madder as the discussion turned into an argument; his face turning a deeper shade of red in response to each word you said, wondering how on earth you could really think that you needed it, or that it would make you look better. You were already so beautiful to him, why did you think you needed plastic surgery? When he realises that the argument isn't going anywhere, he'd walk away and try to calm down – although it would take him a while. He would give you the silent treatment during that time, until he wasn't as mad anymore, before he asked you if he could 'show you something'. He'd pull out his phone and search for risks associated with Botox, and within seconds, thousands of results would pop up. He'd try once more to convince you otherwise, saying that he just didn't want you to get hurt. If you still went through with the procedure, he would be mad that you hadn't listened to him when he'd explained the risks, although he'd be relieved that you were okay. He had only been covering up his worry with anger.

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