Multifandom Oneshots + Imagines

S p e n c e r

Summary: Y/n is having Spencer sleep over for the first time, but is insecure about her/his/their body (Reader is called beautiful as opposed to handsome, but to me that adjective isn't specific to women.). Spencer shows Y/n that there is nothing to be ashamed of.

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No. No way.

I stood in the mirror, almost horrified at what I saw. It was my own body in an outfit I didn't feel looked right on me. I didn't like how the outline of my stomach looked through my shirt, and how my thighs seemed to be trying to escape my shorts. 

My eyes traveled over the different areas that I didn't like, tears welling in them by the end. I can't wear this. I can't let him see me like this.

I began searching through my drawers for something else, something that didn't make me look... like that. 

But a rattling at the door disrupted my search, making me jump a little. My head snapped towards the door, which I could see from my place in the bedroom (it's a small apartment). The doorknob began to turn, and it was like everything was in slow-motion.

I just had to give him a key.

The door opened slowly, and the best thing I could do was dart behind the door, a small yelp erupting from my throat.

"Y/n?" Spencer closed the door behind him, pulling the strap of his satchel over his head and setting it on the back of one of the chairs at the island. He glanced around, trying to find me. Like an idiot, I watched him through the crack between the door and the door frame. It didn't take long for him to spot me.

"Hey, are you hiding from me?" He giggled, coming closer.

Upon him finding my hiding spot, I jumped back, slamming the door. I slapped my palm to my face. Now he knows something's up. Freaking fantastic. 

Panic filled me as I fell back onto the bed, resting my elbows on my legs and face in my hands. I gave a half groan, half whimper.

It's already a disaster. This wasn't supposed to happen, he wasn't supposed to see me like this. I shouldn't look like this.

My thoughts had consumed me so much I didn't even notice that he was knocking on the door. In fact, he had been for a minute.

*Spencer's POV*

"Y/n, are you okay? Can you talk to me?" No response.

"Y/n?"

"Hey, I need to know you're okay." Nothing. I sighed, taking ahold of the door.

"Ok, I'm coming in."

And I did. I saw you pulling your legs up towards yourself, head down in shame. I crossed the room slowly, sitting beside you on the bed after removing my shoes. "Y/n, please talk to me."

You let out an incoherent mumble. I sucked in a breath through my teeth. "I can't hear you. I need you to look at me."

You lifted your head slowly, showing your eyes. They were shiny and red from tears shed, which lingered on your cheeks and chin before falling on your arm.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" I asked tentatively.

You hiccupped, shrinking into yourself. "I don't like how I look. It's bad."

My stomach sank. How could you possibly think that was true?

"Hey, look at me." I said softly, my eyes trained on her face. "I don't believe you."

"W-what?"

"I don't believe that that's true." I held eye contact with you, my eyes only glued to yours. "Tell me what you don't like."

"I don't-"

"Please."

You inhaled, then exhaled. "Well.."

*Your POV*

"Well...I don't like my cheeks."

He reached out a hand, long fingers finding my jaw. Unintentionally I flinched, and a pang of hurt flashed in his eyes. He turned my head to the side, sliding his thumb over my cheek before kissing over it. Turning my head the opposite way, he did the same to the other.

"What else?"

"My arms."

He took one of my hands, kissing my fingers, palm, wrist, and up my arm towards my shoulder and collarbone, going the other way and down the other arm. As his lips met with my hand, he looked up at me. "Watch me." He instructed, pointing to the mirror. He laid his hands on my waist tenderly, kissing all over my face. My forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, lips, down to my neck.

"You are the most beautiful person I've seen in my life, Y/n." He sounded like he meant it.

He popped a squat in front of me, kissing down to my stomach and then my thighs, down to my ankles and starting back up again. Between each kiss was a compliment.

"I love you, Y/n." *kiss* "Every," *kiss* "Single," *kiss* "Inch."

"You are so gorgeous," *kiss* "angelic," *kiss* "amazing," *kiss* "perfect." Each kiss radiated adoration and determination to make me believe his words... and I was starting to.

I looked at my body through the mirror. I still didn't like it, but if Spencer did... maybe it isn't terrible. Looking down at him, my heart swelled. He laid his cheek on my thigh, smiling.

I don't deserve him. I ran a hand through his hair, trying to fight happy tears. I didn't know what to say. Well.. there was one thing. "Thank you."

He took my hand and helped me to stand up. Guiding me towards the mirror, he held my shoulders so I faced myself. "You're welcome. Now, just to make sure..."

He wrapped his arms around my waist, his chin on my shoulder. "Do you believe me?"

I nodded. He didn't seem satisfied with my answer. "Say it."

"Say what?"

"That you're beautiful."

I let out a soft giggle, feeling silly. "I'm beautiful."

He kissed my shoulder. "And I'm always going to make sure you remember it."

A/N: My heart hurt writing this. I think this is one of my favorite tropes and I know there are a lot of other oneshots like them, I just think it's cute.

Until next time!