Beautiful [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]
Request: PLEASE USE YOUR AMAZING HANDS TO WRITE A SEBASTIAN IMAGINE WHERE THE READER IS CHUBBY AND ITS ANGSTY AND FLUFFY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
a/n: i tried, hopefully its good? *cringes* AND YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL, OKAY? BYE
It isn’t like Sebastian doesn’t see you, right? After all, you are his girlfriend. He sees you- touches you on a daily basis! He has to notice that you’re, well, a bit chubby, right?
Frowning, you attempt to button your jeans yet again, huffing out a frustrated sigh when they just don’t reach. They fit a few months ago! Through the mirror’s reflection, you squint at your stomach, as if it will disappear if you do it long enough. Sucking in a large breath, you reposition your fingers on the black fabric. “Come on, come on, come on!” you hiss while you stretch the fabric.
It still doesn’t work! Your eyes start to water, peering at yourself, lower lip quivering. You can’t even get your pants on, what’s Sebastian going to say?! He’s bound to notice if you don’t have pants! Oh, what are you going to do? “Hey, babyyy- why aren’t you ready yet?” the Warbler frowns, light green eyes roaming your body. “Why are you naked?” he asks, cocking his head.
Immediately, you grab your shirt, hiding your upper body from his gaze, sniffling slightly. “W-why are you early?” Sebastian furrows his thick eyebrows, glancing at the clock. He’s actually a bit late. “Oh…um… I can’t go to your concert… I’m sorry…” you whisper, eyes focused on the ground.
“Why not?” he questions in a soft tone, thumbing the button on his navy blazer. Then he notices the pile of clothing scattered across the floor. His plump pink lips tilt downwards while his dress shoes leaves indents in the carpet. “Why do you do this to yourself?” he mumbles, cradling your cheeks in his palms. Those bright hazel orbs shift to look at you, thick eyelashes fanning across his pale skin.
Here comes the rain again. Blinking back salty tears, you shake your head, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. “Why are you with me?” you swallow, sighing. “I’m not… I’m fat, Sebastian.”
“Excuse me, I don’t like that kind of talk.” Sebastian bites, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. Gulping, you try to avoid his gaze. “You are not fat, okay? I don’t want to hear that come out of your mouth again. You are… God, you are so sexy…” he nibbles on his bottom lip, wagging his eyebrows. A small laugh bubbles out of your mouth. “And I need my sexy girlfriend to come watch me perform. It’s good luck, you know. And after? I’m gonna show you off.” he says smugly, shifting his head to the side. His striped tie wrinkles with the movement.
With a little blush, you hide your face in his navy blazer. Why is it that he always knows what to say? “I…I have nothing to wear though…”
The Warbler instantly heads to the closet, slicked back locks shining under the lights. His nimble fingers card through your clothing. “Wear this, babe.” He holds up a flowy lavender dress, walking over to you. “It’s my favorite; hugs all your curves just right.” Sebastian smirks. Maybe one day you’ll see how beautiful you really are. But until then, Sebastian can remind you.