Jason Scott Imagines (SSAT)

The Birth Of Venus (Jason Scott x Reader)

Request: Would you be willing to write a fic with Jason Scott and plus sized reader? I don't know what prompt to add to it. Just that I have been struggling with insecurities and would love nothing more than a cute boy telling me he loves me and finds me attractive. If you don't want to write it, that is totally fine, I just figured no harm could come from asking lol

You went through the motions of your day just like any other day, but there was something off about you today, and Jason noticed.

"Hey," Jason said as he leaned against the locker next to yours, his warm smile fading as he saw the look on your face. "What's wrong?"

"Hmm?" You hummed, slowly peeling your eyes away from the binders in your hands. "Nothing."

"Something's wrong, I can tell." He said with concern, as he brushed your hair behind your ear. "Talk to me."

It wasn't easy to talk about the way you felt about yourself. It wasn't easy to feel insecure when walking hand in hand with the most handsome boy in Angelgrove, not to mention the endless glares you received from jealous onlookers. Nothing about the way you felt was easy.

"Jason, I'm not in the mood for your superiority complex bullshit, okay?" You snapped, desperately trying to refrain from crying.

He stood up form his relaxed posture as you slammed the locker door shut, bringing the attention of your fellow classmates toward the two of you.

The hard lines of his brow softened as he watched the tears well in your eyes.

Your nose began to tingle as your vision blurred with hot tears, slowly burning down the sides of your cheeks.

"Sorry-I'm sorry" you choked out, pressing your lips together tightly.

"Sweetie, you're crying," he said softly, clutching your wrist as you tried to cover your eyes, placing a tender kiss on your knuckles. "Let's get out of here, okay?"

The dandelion petals left the tips of your fingers painted yellow, as you picked the flower apart.

Your mind was elsewhere as you sat underneath the bleachers by the football field.

Jason waited patiently until you were ready to talk. His knuckles rubbed against your knee nervously, fearing you were about to break up with him.

"It was just Kathy from PE class, she made a comment about me-" You let out a sigh not wanting to confess to Jason. "It was nothing, really."

"It wasn't nothing if it's making you cry." Jason cooed, his palm cupping your cheek as his thumbs wiped away a tear. "You don't have to hide it from me, or be embarrassed about anything."

Leaning into his touch, you offered a small smile as you let out a shaky breath.

"Okay." your voice catching in the back of your throat. "Today in PE, we were-uh-we were changing into our gym clothes and Kathy pointed out my stretch marks. She made it a point to show me she had none and I guess it just made me feel bad."

"I think they're beautiful." He whispered, placing his forehead on yours. "And I think you're beautiful."

"Yeah well, I don't feel so beautiful today," you admitted, placing your arms around your abdomen. "I feel so out of place when I'm with Trini and Kim, their stomachs are flat when they sit and I never see a single line on their skin-"

"Can I show you something?" Jason asked, causing you to stop before you could find yourself in tears again. Hesitantly, you nodded as you were unsure what he was up to.

He reached behind him for his backpack, digging through the mess of papers and folders, before pulling out his history textbook.

Now curious, you watched the white of the pages reflect in his radiant iris's as he scanned the book.

"I want you to look at this picture, right here," he said, his finger pointing to a female figure carved from beautiful marble. "Do you know who that is?"

Pursuing your lips, you marvelled at the beautiful piece of art.

"It says Crouching Venus" you replied, looking up from the book.

"She's the goddess of love and beauty, every man wanted her and every woman wanted to be her. She's absolutely gorgeous, and you know what? Her skin folds when she bends over, her thighs have dips and valleys. She's made up of soft curves and hard marble, and she's still stunning." He explained, searching your eyes for some sort of light. "And some girls might look more like Nike, strong and defined and that's okay too.

It was that moment you knew you loved Jason Scott, and that was one thing that was easy.

"I love you." You murmured against his lips.