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[everlastlady]

May I request Striker with fem reader who is self-conscious and hates beauty?

Chaotic Beauty

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𖧧- Story Contains: Striker, Self Conscious Reader, Mental and Verbal Abuse, Toxic Mother, Blood, & Weight Shaming.

𖧧- Word Count: 1520

(Name) sighed and sat in front of the mirror and looked at herself. She always hated her appearance. Ever since she was a kid people have always put her down and called her names. Even her own mother did. Her mother thought all her children were beautiful but she would always call (Name) horrible names and exclude her from family photos saying that she would ruin them. Her siblings would try to stand up for them, but her mother would just argue, it got to the point that when she was eighteen years old, she ran away not wanting to tolerate her mother’s abuse, anyone’s abuse. But the damage was already done. (Name) found no beauty inside her. Which confused Striker, he thought his baby was beautiful. She was the first person that he noticed when she was working at his favorite bar. It took him sometime but he eventually had his pretty princess with him. Striker walked into the room and saw (Name) sitting in front of the mirror. He walked over and placed his hand upon her shoulder and kissed her head. “ Dinner is almost ready, pumpkin. “ Striker said, in his smooth southern accent. (Name) didn’t say anything and continued to look in the mirror. Striker could already tell what she was thinking. “ My beautiful princess, her sweet smile is like honey, her eyes shine brighter than the sun, and don’t get me started on that sexy laughter. “ Striker said, kissing up (Name’s) neck. “ Striker stop… “ (Name) sighed and looked away. “ I’m not beautiful… “ (Name) mumbled and looked away. “ Yes, you are and you shouldn’t think so negatively about yourself. I say what I mean about you. “ Striker said. “ That woman in the mirror doesn’t just have beauty on the outside but she also has it on the inside. “ Striker rubbed (Name’s) shoulders. “ I’m going to check on dinner so that I don’t burn it. “ Striker kissed (Name’s) head and walked away. (Name) looked in the mirror and thought about Striker’s words but all she could remember is hearing her mother’s cruel words, the cruel words of those who also called her names or shamed her weight. Hot tears streamed down her face, and stared at her reflection. Even her own reflection began taunting her and calling her names. (Name) looked away and tried to drown out the negativity but it only got louder. “ Shut up! “ (Name) yelled and punched the mirror as the glass shattered. Bits of shards and cuts covered her fingers as there was blood. Striker was in the kitchen making plates when he heard the noise. “ (Name)? “ Striker quickly set down the plates and ran into the bedroom.

He saw (Name) Back away while crying as the blood dropped on the floor. “ (Name)! “ He walked over to her quickly and examined her hand, seeing the painful damage. He looked to see the broken mirror. “ H-Here sit down darlin’. “ Striker quickly dashed into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. He came back taking the small trash can with him. He sat down on the bed and began to tend to (Name’s) hand. “ What happened, I know you punched the mirror, but why? “ Striker asked. (Name) sniffles and looks down. “ Deep breaths then use your words baby. “ Striker finished patching up her hand. “ I got overwhelmed and saw myself calling myself cruel names, I know it sounds crazy. “ (Name) said while sobbing. “ No, no, It’s not crazy, people can only deal with so much before shit like this happens. “ Striker said while gesturing towards the broken mirror. “ But I wish you could see that you are beautiful, I know I can’t force you but I wish you could see what I see, just rest I’ll clean this up and bring you dinner. “ Striker said and kissed her head. He laid her back in bed and placed a blanket over her, he glanced down at her bandaged hand. “ And I’ll bring you some pain killers. “ Striker kissed her head. He left the room and returned with a plate of steak, potatoes, and greens. He had a water bottle tucked underneath his arm. He set down the plate on her lap and set the water bottle on the nightstand; he came back with pain killers. He looked at (Name) who was using her other hand to eat dinner. He turns around to clean up the mess, if he ever meets (Name’s) mother and the people who hurt them. He’ll make sure to make their face look ugly so they know what ugly really means. Striker rolled down his sleeves after cleaning up, he walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter while he ate his dinner. He wished that his beautiful baby knew how beautiful she was. He wished that she didn’t frown whenever she slipped into a dress. He wished that she didn’t think she had to eat more or less, and he wished that he didn’t have to see her in so much pain. He heard footsteps and looked up to see (Name) looking at him. Striker set his plate down and opened his arms.

(Name) walked over and hugged him. Striker pulled her closer into his embrace while rubbing her back. His tail wrapped around her legs and his legs. He traced her lips with his finger before giving her a kiss.

“ Thank you for seeing the beauty in me. I really want to see it and I hope to see it soon. It's just going to take a while. I'm sorry that I broke the mirror and that you have to deal with all this. “ (Name) said, letting out a sigh. “ Don't apologize hun, when I became your boyfriend, I knew It was my job to protect you and especially with what you are dealing with, I'm not going to give up on you. I ain't dealing with nothing, because I love you. “ Striker pecks her lips letting out a small rattling noise. (Name) smiled and pecked his lips back. “ I’ve always wanted to feel and be beautiful but my mother would always make fun of me, she would say I was too skinny or that I was too fat. She would mock my style of clothing to the point she would exclude me from family photos. When we were out in public she had me walk far in the back so people would assume I wasn’t her kid. I would tell her that I’m scared of getting kidnapped because of how far she made me walk behind. But she would say not to worry because who would want someone ugly as me, a circus. “ (Name) looked down. Striker’s tail wrapped around (Name’s) back. “ My siblings would always try to stick up for me but my mom would just scream and yell like a child. Then would blame me saying I’m turning her children against her, I eventually left. I even walked out the door; she looked at me, drank her wine and looked back at the TV. “ (Name) sighed. “ I miss my home and siblings. I sometimes hope that my mom calls crying that she is sorry and that she wants me back. “ (Name) said. “ But sometimes those things don’t happen darlin’ “ Striker said, caressing her cheek. “ I know, I just hope my siblings are doing alright. Who knows that since I’m gone, she no longer has a punching bag and could be moving onto another one of her children to bully. “ (Name) muttered. Striker stood there thinking for a couple of minutes. (Name) looked up at Striker already knowing her boyfriend’s thinking face all too well. She leaned against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. “ How about tomorrow we go visit your siblings and confront your mother. “ Striker smirked. “ And if she doesn’t feel like listening then, I’ll make sure she listens. “ Striker could always make the cards fold in his favor. (Name) sat there thinking for a moment. “ … Just no hurting my siblings. “ (Name) pouted.

“ Don’t worry sugar, I ain’t gonna hurt any family members that hurt you, just the ones who I’ll make look ugly then they’ll have something to bitch about. “ Striker rolled his eyes and continued to rub (Name’s) back. “ Now lemme finish up dinner and wash up. I’ll join you in bed and cuddle up with ya, we can kiss, maybe do a little more. “ Striker smirked. (Name) playfully rolled her eyes and scoffed. “ Striker no, my arm still hurts from punching the mirror. “ (Name) said as she furrowed her brows at him. “ I know, I’m just joking. But I’m still gonna cuddle ya. “ Striker gave (Name) a peck on the lips. He watched his sweet darlin’ walk away. Striker sat down eating his food while brewing up a plan, he was going to make those feel pain for those who put his darlin in pain. If they want to talk about ugly then he’ll show them ugly, he’ll show them all what ugly really is, because when Striker is mad things become ugly but after the end of the day he knows he’ll come back to his beautiful darlin’.