WARNINGS: CUTE FLUFF AND INSECURITY
NOTES: THIS THING HAS ALMOST 200K READS WHAT. You guys are all so amazing! I love you all! Wow, this is so amazing! I think there might actually be 4 updates today! Here's another request! Sorry it's so short. Hope you enjoy! It has Chato Santana, aka the most smoking guy ever. (Heh, get it?)
You stared at your reflection in the full length mirror you had in you and your boyfriend's room.
You lifted up your shirt and sighed at the sight of yourself. Why were you made this way? You pushed the hair out of your face and flopped on the bed.
You turned your head to a picture of you and your boyfriend, Chato Santana. You never understood why he loved you. You thought you were disgusting. He was so fit, and handsome. You felt out of place with him.
You heard a knock on the door frame. You looked up to see Chato standing there.
"What are you doing up here, (Y/N)?" He asked you, concern in his voice.
"Nothing." You lied. You didn't know why you lied. There was no use in it, since Chato always knows when something was wrong.
He walked over to the bed, lying down next to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist.
"What's wrong?" He asked you quietly. You said nothing. There was a silence.
"Why do you like me?" You asked suddenly. Chato sat up, sitting criss cross on the bed. You sat up as well.
"Because, your smart, kind, loving and not to mention the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen." He said, smiling. You blushed lightly.
"But I'm so ugly..." You said. Chato placed a hand on your cheek
"No, your not." He said firmly. He then pulled you I'm for a short, but sweet kiss. You smiled a bit.
"I'd love you no matter what. Your special." Chato said, "Afraid you're stuck with me."
"Well, you're a good person to be stuck with." You said.

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