How would Shiro, Allura, Lance help a s/o who gets real bad acne and has self-image probs becauseof it? o:
;;aghh im having skin probs atm too and it SUCKS i hate having to go out bc of it lmao so I Can Relate
“My skin looks awful.”
Shiro and [y/n] had just settled down after a long afternoon of training, laid back easily in the lounge room until lunch would eventually come along. He had been examining a dislodged bit attached to his helmet on his lap when he heard [y/n] say such a thing and his gaze jumped over to where they sat beside him. They’re handling a small handheld mirror, peering at their reflection with narrowed, irritated eyes that had Shiro setting his helmet down for a moment.
“What’re you talking about?” Shiro questioned, shifting so that he could rest his forearm over the backrest, “Did you get a sunburn? I told Allura that we shouldn’t do outdoor training in that heat…”
“It’s not that.” [y/n] sighed as they set the mirror to their side, “My acne’s getting worse and worse…” They frown, ducking their head as if trying to avoid Shiro’s brown gaze, “I look ugly and-”
“Hey,” Shiro stopped them right there, a gentle hand resting on their shoulder before they turn to face him, “Acne or not, you’ll always always look as good as you’ve always have. Don’t be silly. You - ugly? Not a chance.” He can say that he can resonate with them on some degree, because he too had been self conscious of his face when he had first gotten the scar across his nose. Its presence still bothered him, but he had adapted.
[y/n] let their shoulders deflate, and Shiro could tell that they still didn’t quite believe his words. Shiro picked up the mirror and set it on the opposite side of himself, away from where [y/n] sat, before putting the flank of his index finger against their chin to plant a soft kiss to their lips. He can sense them relax at that, and that alone had him loosening up as well. Shiro hates the thought of [y/n] being displeased with their appearance, especially if they’re so drop-dead gorgeous in his eyes.
Parting, Shiro pulls a faint smile, “Still even prettier up close.”
The bright control panel became forgotten for a second as Allura turned around to face [y/n], who had come up to sit cross-legged behind her, just to keep her company as she flew the castleship as always.
Smiling a little, Allura crouches down to their level, white locks shifting to frame her features, “What is it, [y/n]?”
They looked uneasy for a second, moving to scratch vaguely at their nose,
“Do…do Alteans get acne?”
Allura blinked, “Ac-what?”
[y/n] looked even more wary as they avert their gaze downwards, hand still lingering close to their face, “Acne. You know…bumps. Really ugly ones.”
Allura could almost see where this is going - she’s definitely noticed a change in their mood over the past few days and they seemed to favour ducking their head quite often. She raises her eyebrows, fully settling down to sit down across from them comfortably, knees brushing.
“Ah, you mean Macula spots?” Allura questioned, resting her cheek against the heel of her palm as she eyed the other, “Alteans and Earthlings must have different names for it - but yes, even Alteans get those! Usually at a young age.”
[y/n] hugged their arms around their own chest, looking mortified for a second, “I hate it. I wish my skin could just be clear…but instead I look like - well - a mess.”
Allura couldn’t believe her ears. She had always seen [y/n] as a stunning, attractive being ever since they had met. Even now, she couldn’t see what could be so horrible about this ‘acne’. But seeing [y/n] looking so downcast over such a thing had her heart dipping.
“A mess? Oh, definitely not.” Allura grasped both of their hands in hers, giving them each a tight squeeze, “You’re beautiful no matter what, okay? If you ever think otherwise - just think about all of the other things that complement you.
Your hair, your eyes, your smile…all of those things. Never forget that, okay?”
[y/n] looked taken aback for a moment, face turning a faint red hue. Allura only smiled back, and spread her arms to let the other into a well-needed embrace.
“Thanks, Allura.” They whispered as they hugged her tight, self-consciousness already ebbing away.
“Of course.” Allura murmured, stroking their back as a laugh catches her breath, “Consider yourself lucky, because Altean Macula spots were green!”
“How in the world do you keep your skin so clear all the time?”
Lance visibly flushed as the soothing silence was interrupted by the comment, reaching up to push his sleeping mask from his eyes. To only see that [y/n] had been staring at him for a while.
“Uh, well-” Lance caught that signature grin on his face as he melts deeper into the pillow, “I like to think that skincare should be appropriate for all genders, you know? I’m comfortable with doing facials and all that jazz.”
“Yeah, but-” [y/n] scooted a little closer, now resting their chin against his chest as they shut their eyes defeatedly, “No matter what I do, my acne keeps coming back. And obviously, it’s getting pretty bad…”
Lance, at first not seeing the topic sensitive and more like casual talk, brushed a few strands from their eyes, “Don’t worry, starting tomorrow I’ll let you use some of my products! We’ll see what works best for you.”
He recalls that awkward stretch of time between his 12th and 14th years, when he hadn’t cared much about his skin and would wear his acne like it wasn’t such a big deal. Which he still somehow feels it isn’t, in [y/n]’s case - because he couldn’t see a loophole for acne to taint the qualities of someone’s appearance as a whole. But acne sure is a nuisance for the bearer, he would know.
“No, it wouldn’t work.” [y/n] murmured, voice more distraught now as they slightly recoiled from his touch, “The acne always comes back. I feel so ugly all the damn time, sometimes I hate being around the rest…”
Lance perked up at that, rolling over a little to gaze clearly at their features, still stunning and kissable as always. He sees that they were in fact dead serious, and his eyebrows rise in the slightest, “[y/n] - no. You’re amazing to look at, with or without acne. Don’t let it get you down, alright?” He cups their cheeks as he’s saying this, meaning each and every word without a doubt, “But like I said, if it bothers you that much…just say the words and I’ll help out however I can.”