🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

Love The Way You Are (Chubby Reader)

The sound of sweet humming filled the quiet atmosphere of your room. The sunlight shining through your windows, as the birds sang their praises. Mornings were always peaceful in your side of town, but by far what was the most peaceful sight was the sleeping silhouette of your boyfriend, Zeke. 

Ever since Zeke first slept over at your house, he had indirectly claimed his side of the bed. His side of the bed was always comforting to you, as his scent was always there. However, as much as you loved having your boyfriend there with you, you knew that the reason he was over so often was because he wanted nothing to do with his dad. 

Heck even spending time in the same house as Greg, made Zeke unbelievably grumpy. It was sad, especially seeing how Greg was trying to change for the better. But Zeke was blinded by the pure hatred his mother had passed onto him.  

Nevertheless, Zeke’s presence was always one that was around. However when he isn’t, or when he was asleep, that was when you had the tendency to go back to your old habits.  Things like staring at yourself in the mirror for hours on end, pointing out every single tiny imperfection. Counting every stretch mark you could find to see if you gained any more. Grabbing your stomach in disappointment. Looking down upon your chubbier features. 

The girls at Westhaven were always skinny, the guys always had some sort of toned muscles. It was safe to say that there weren’t many people who looked like you at school. You were  honestly shocked that Jace and Noah hadn’t picked on you for it. You would’ve been shocked that the school had chosen you as Melody’s replacement if it weren’t as some sort of punishment for your break in. 

Today was one of those days where your thoughts were getting the worst of you. Today was one of those days where you stood before your mirror and tore yourself to pieces. 

Go on a diet. 

You’re fat. 

Fucking hideous. 

Go eat a salad.

How could anyone love you? 

Zeke deserves better.

Why were they so mean? The voices in your head, they were never kind. Not even to themselves. And yet, so believable. So.. manipulative. Even you believed them. You took a look at yourself, and then a look at the man on your bed. 

He was perfect. Strong, kind, willing to do anything for those he cares about, heck even for a complete stranger. He was handsome, and very masculine, funny, and determined. Everything about him was perfect. He truly did deserve better. 

You watched your face twist with every ounce of emotion in you. Sadness, fear, insecurity, depression, anxiety. The face in the mirror cracked under the pressure of the voices. Slowly tears started to trace their way down your face. You could hear your breaths become heavy as it became harder to breath. Before you knew it, you had to use your hand to muffle your sobs. 

You really wondered why you would always have these breakdowns in front of Zeke’s sleeping presence. He would always end up waking up and comforting you-

“Babe? What’s wrong?” Just as if on cue, Zeke woke up to the sound of your not so very well muffled sobs. 

You quickly wiped your tears and moved your hand away from your stomach. Maybe he hadn’t seen anything, and you could chock it up to another anxiety attack. 

“O-oh, nothing. Everything is okay..” You flashed him a fake smile, hoping that he would buy it. However, it was Zeke. Your boyfriend knew you way better than that.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Something is clearly wrong. Come here.” He stretched his arms out towards you.  You reluctantly gave in, and cuddled up to him, like you always would when you would have these breakdowns. As if he knew exactly what this episode was about, he put a hand on your back and the other on your stomach. 

“Do you wanna talk about it? It’s fine if you don’t, but.. I think I might have a good idea as to what this might be about.” Zeke did not make his looks at your belly very subtle. 

You looked away in shame, but Zeke cupped your face to look at him. “So this is about your stomach. Come, sit here.” He patted your spot on the bed, to which you obliged. He then moved from where he was to laying down under you, on his stomach with your legs on his shoulders (Get your head out of the gutters ya nasty). He then began to kiss your stomach repeatedly. 

You giggled at the tingling sensation of his lips on your stomach. 

“I wonder why… You feel that way… I love all of you.. And that includes… Your stomach.” He would kiss your stomach between words. 

“I love all of you. That includes your so-called ‘imperfections’. I mean have you seen yourself? Who could hate all this?” He gestured towards you, then he pushed himself up towards you. He gave you a sweet, tender kiss on the lips. Then he kissed your cheek. Then your forehead. 

He started kissing every part of your body, all the way from your arm flabs to your thighs and your calves. With each kiss he complimented that part of your body that he had just kissed. 

“Look at your cute little legs. Your thick thighs.. Damn those are some thick thighs. Not that I’m complaining.. I mean, those are some nice, sexy thighs, if you know what I mean.” He winked, making you blush. 

“Zeke!” You put your hand up to your cheek to stop him from seeing your face. 

“What? Hips don’t lie, more like thighs save lives… okay that didn’t sound as good as it did in my head, but you get what I mean. There isn’t a single part of you that I don’t love. Yes, even the way your stomach looks when you’re sitting. Your little fat rolls are so cute. I promise you’re so cute.” 

“But.. You don’t think you deserve someone with a fitter body-” Zeke put up a finger to your mouth. 

“What part of all of you do you not understand? I want nobody else, I want you. I have been in love with you since middle school. I. Love. You. And I think it’s time you learn that my love isn’t bound to your physical appearance. I love your kind self, your warm smile, how smart you are, the cute little dance you do when the microwave tells you the chicken nuggets are done. If my love was bound to your physical appearance, what would I do when we’re 90? Would I stop loving you because we’re old raisins? No, I would continue to love you like I have since I was 13.” 

A little tear found it’s way out of your eye. One of happiness. One of joy that you no longer had to hide the way you looked because there was someone in the world who loved you, just the way you deserve. Your body was perfect, and that was something Zeke wasn’t going to let you forget. You took a breath, letting the thought sink in that there was someone in this world who loved every stretch mark, every fat roll, and every curve your body had to offer. Someone who loved all of you. 

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This could've ended in so many different ways, but I chose the sfw one.. your welcome😌 This was not within my usual writing style as usually perfee to go witg themes that could apply to anyone, but I just loved this concept i had to. As someone who has/is dealing with body image issues, this request was a godsend. Thank to lilyboolman for the request, I hope I did good. I wasn't exactly sure how to go about it, but I'm pretty proud of it.

On another note, I will be going on vacation soon, so I want to know if y'all want me to keep updating with pre-written chapters or if y'all would be willing to wait a week (probably more) for my next chapters while on vacation? I think I like the pre-written idea better, but I need y'all's feedback. Thanks! Hope you enjoyed💕