#crush x chubby reader

[bestmofointhisbish]

M crush x chubby fem reader. pt2

boy are you in for a ride ;)

As you walked into the cafe, the sweet smell of chocolate kindly greeted your nose. Oh how you wished you could work there and maybe even get closer to c/n. ‘But what if he won’t like me or he doesn’t like women in general idk it’s 2023 he might not even be a dude or his pronouns aren’t even he/him. Oh no I hope I don’t offend him somehow. Maybe we can just be friends if he’s gay. Wait no cause I’ll still like him.’

“ma’am? Are you ok? You’ve been standing there for quite a while”. “oh yes I’m fine, I’m here because I saw the help wanted sign on the window” “Oh, and what’s your name?” “Y/n” “ok y/n just wait here for a bit okay?” “Ok thank you” you sit on a chair near the counter, but you couldn’t help and think that you’re crazy for doing all of this for a small crush. ‘idk maybe it’s a sign or I’m a simp’

Time skip you get the job cause I don’t wanna write that right now :)

it’s you’re first day on the job you got the night shift which starts at 4 and it’s 10 til, so hurry up and go!

You jog to the cafe hoping your not gonna be to late for you first day. You walk in and Cherri’s relieved to see you she really needed a break and it’s rush hour so you hurry up and run to the back, clock in and get changed. You run up there and tell Cherri to go take her break. She thanks you and calls her bff to bring her some food. You sigh and start taking orders. About a couple of minutes in you notice c/n walk in holding a brown bag and he walks straight into the back room. You wonder if that’s who Cherri called earlier. 28 orders later Cherri and c/n walk out in their work outfits, there joking around and you can’t start to think that their more than friends. God you hope not, that would probably hurt your heart more than it supposed to. You look at the clock and notice it’s all most you’re break and that means 3 more hours til your shifts done you decide to buy a cookie to eat for now. You put a timer on your phone for 30 minutes and walk to the break room. ‘Huh there’s a couch in here, a nap wouldn’t hurt’

you’re alarm wakes you up ‘geez I hope it’s not too loud’ you walk to the bathroom to freshen up. You walk out there and notice it’s much more quiet then before. “Have a nice nap?” “Yea” ‘wait did c/n just talk to me?’ “It was my break too and I usually take a nap there but you took it first I was about to join you but Cherri said that we haven’t officially met yet. So I’m c/n and you are?” “ I’m y/n, nice to officially meet you” ‘I made him laugh, he’s so cute- Stop no don’t even think about him!” “yeah it’s nice to finally meet you too”

-time skip-

It’s the end of your first ever shift time to lock the place up

while Cherri and c/n locked up you had to sweep the whole place for trash and lost things. ‘Cherri said once when she had to clean the bathrooms she found a used condom. Woah that’s gross I hope I don’t ever find anything like that’

well everything’s done time to go home but you just remembered you walked here and you didn’t really want to walk 10 blocks alone at night. “hey Cherri can i ride with you ” “sorry I’m already taking Alex if you know what I mean ;)” “yeah I think I got an idea ;)” “I can take you where do you live?” “#########” “oh cool I live near there”

Timeskip

he walks you to your apartment cause he’s a gentleman. “Thank you driving me and walking me here” “no problem, see you tomorrow?” “Yeah see you tomorrow” he walks back to his car and waves. You wave back and walk inside ‘wow today was a lot’ *knock knock. ‘Who’s that?’ You open the door to see it’s c/n. “Hey my car won’t start so I was wondering if I could use your phone” “yeah, here” “ thx”

‘he’s taking a while I hope everything ok’ “so they said they couldn’t do anything until the morning cause of the snow so I think I should just walk home” “wait you can stay here” “but where would i sleep?” “You could sleep with me” “ok” “wait no it was a joke”

here you are sleeping in your bed with your crush

how in the world did you do it?

#X chubby reader #crush x chubby reader #x reader #crush x reader #Crush big time #I done with this

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

imagine him cuddling you with his hands on your tummy while he melts at the feeling of you against him under the blankie. he's just chuckling and kissing your neck, murmuring little nothings that you'd dreamt of hearing for the longest. "masterpiece." "magnificent." "mine." and then he pulls you even closer to him, making sure you're nice and warm. nice and comfy. "my pretty girl." and he's doing nothing but wishing he could make love to you, but he knows you want to wait til marriage. but then again that doesn't sound so bad. you'll truly be his. "mine." he whispers. you smile to yourself. "yours."

#x chubby reader #reader x crush #fem reader x crush #crush scenarios #writblr #crush imagines

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hi I saw you ask for daryl requests so i was wondering if u could do a daryl fic where the reader and daryl are getting drunk together one night in alexandria and they’re talking about past relationships and they start talking about types and the reader basically says daryl’s her type without saying it if u know what i mean? and it’s just cute angst and skinny love? love your writing so much btw :)

༉‧₊˚. 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader

― era: early season 5/pre-negan

― summary: a night of drinking turns into talking about your types, and you can’t help but reveal that daryl is yours.

― warnings: mutual pining, awkward romance, daryl's habit of going quiet, a little overthinking, generally none! It's all fluff from there!

― wc: 1376

⋆ a/n: every time i look at my inbox, i die a little inside because of how absolutely horrible i am at answering requests but so far, i've been really trying my best! i really liked how this one turned out and i hope you do too! thank you for loving my writing, it means so much truly!

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Alexandria, hopefully your forever home and a new beginning. 

You were deeply aware of your family’s concerns and distrust for the community and its inhabitants, that they had their senses turned on to hyperawareness mode despite having been shown nothing but kindness so far. You understood their concerns though, because you had to undergo the atrocities that were Terminus before you had gotten to this supposed heaven on earth. You were lucky to have so many people by your side when it happened.. to have Daryl.

There was a hopeful ignorance when it came to your relationship with Daryl. You were crushing on him. Hard. Like, full twirling your hair and kicking your feet kind - only mentally of course, but you had a moment of weakness back in your cell at the prison. Despite having known Daryl since the Quarry, there had been no progress in your relationship.. romantically. He had shown no signs of interest, only gracing you with the reddening of his ears whenever you’d playfully flirt with him or call him a cutesy nickname. You were only able to hide your playful affections behind the fact that Carol teased him like that too, so it would appear your words didn’t come with a deeper meaning.

Sometimes you wished you could stop hiding behind your cowardice, but now, you weren’t so sure. 

The warmth of the alcohol coursed through your body as you sat next to Daryl on the porch of the home everyone shared with the rest of your family. You had snagged it from Deanna’s party once you had seen Daryl hadn’t made an appearance even though it was kind of painfully obvious to everyone else he wouldn’t show. The only reason you had showed up was because you had dressed quite nicely, a sundress kissing the skin of your full thighs as you searched for your loverboy. You found him perched on the railing, sharpening away at an arrow when your approaching form caught his attention.

“Care to join me?” You grinned as you waved the bottle in the air.

There you sat, both of your backs to the side of the house as his leather laid over your bare legs. He had insisted that he didn’t want you to get cold, forever the southern gentleman.

Your past conversation had grown to become a stalemate, so, your fuzzy brain refusing to let the energy die, stupidly asked him, “Do you think any of the girls here are cute?” You desperately tried to play off your bold question as just simply teasing him. He shot you a surprised look from the corner of his eye before looking back ahead, taking the wine from your hand gently and holding the bottle by the neck of it.

“Nah.” He said, before taking a heavy swig.

“Oh.” You nodded to yourself, the feeling of relief settling in your gut before he handed the drink back to you. “I don’t blame you, my last relationship before all this was..” You shook your head, “So shitty.” You exhaled. 

Daryl cleared his throat before speaking. “Do ya.. Do ya wanna talk about it?” He asked unsurely. “There’s not much to talk about, y’know? The whole situation was pretty cut and dry. We get together, we’re in the honeymoon stage, I start to notice I’ve never met any of his friends or family, he lies and I believe him because I assume he loves me, then, I catch him cheating.” You finish with a sigh and take your turn of consuming the alcoholic beverage. “It’s okay though,” You start once again, “Because in the end I realize he wasn’t even my type.” You shrug to yourself with a laugh.

“Speaking of which,” You turn your attention towards the archer next to you. “What’s your type?” 

Your question catches him off guard enough that he let out a surprised choked noise from the back of his throat. “I dunno.” He answers, but he can feel a blush slowly creeping up the back of his neck and the tips of his ears. “Oh, c’mon!” You said with a playful scoff. “I know you have this whole, ‘Southern Gentleman,’ thing going, but everyone has a type. So, don’t even try to bullshit me, Daryl.” He looked at you then looked back ahead, straightening his sitting position.

“I guess.. Someone who knows how’ta fight, brave, uh-” He was growing more uncomfortable by the second, but not because he felt pressured to answer you, but because he was afraid that he might’ve been too obvious about how he felt for you. What? Does he just straight up say you’re his type? That he hadn’t even entertained the thought of other women because you were the only woman on his mind?

“I don’ care about what she looks like. Ain’ shallow like tha’.” With a nod, you pursed your lips in contentment at his answer. He swallowed nervously, “Since yer quizzin’ me, what about you? Since ya said yer ex wa’nt yer type.”

“Well..” You began. “I want someone who’s strong, and kind. A man that’s got some softness to him, y’know? All rough around the edges when inside he’s a big ol’ softy, just for me and his family.” You looked at him softly with a sheepish smile. “Now for looks,” You drank in his disheveled appearance, and suddenly Daryl felt like an ant burning under a microscope, his hands twitching at his sides with the need to suddenly fix his hair.

“Long hair, maybe shoulder-length. Crunealen eyes, the kind that you could get lost in if you stared for too long. Kind of a hard-ass, and very, very stubborn, but that’s only because he wants to keep everyone safe, even if that puts his life in danger a million times over.” You reached a shaky hand up, your motions never wavering despite the waves of nausea that were beginning to storm in your gut. You pushed a strand of hair out of the man’s face, tucking it behind his ear. “And..” You say breathlessly. “His name is Daryl Dixon.”

Daryl’s completely stunned into silence; what does he say? What does he do? You clearly feel the same way, so why won’t he move? Goddamnit, Daryl, move.

Your hand cupped his cheek, stroking his scruff with your thumb softly. Where did this sudden confidence come from? You were still reeling from your lady balls suddenly dropping as you waited anxiously for Daryl to say something, anything that would calm your racing heart and your spiraling head.

You let go of his cheek in embarrassment, a shadow of shame settled over your features as you looked like you were going to explode at any moment. God, how could you have overstepped like that? It was as though all of the wine that was in your system suddenly evaporated, the liquid courage burning away and leaving behind the same awkward person that was you.

“I’m sorry.” You said hastily, tugging his jacket off of your lap in preparation of standing up. 

Much to your surprise, Daryl gripped your wrist, gently tugging on your arm so that you would remain seated. “Don’ go.. ‘M jus’ surprised ‘s all.” His confession was shy, almost bashful as he gazed upon where his hand rested on your skin and let go. You didn’t allow him to do so, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers together. There was an adorable blush that spread from his ears to his neck that was only visible when the moon’s shine would ever so often grace his tanned skin.

“The good kind of surprised?” You asked hopefully. He nodded his head slowly, gazing into your eyes with a type of passion you had never seen before, at least never projected towards you; or maybe it had been there the whole time and you were just too deep into your head to notice, to notice how whenever you laughed he couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips, how worried he’d be when you got hurt to the point that he didn’t know what to do with himself, and maybe one day he’d be able to tell you all of that.

“So, how about it, Dixon? Am I your type too?”

“To a T.” 

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[simping-for-joe]

Would be willing to write a part two for heels over head? it's so good and I'd like to request it if so

Don’t Take My Heart, Don’t Break My Heart

Leon Kennedy X Chubby! Single-Mom! Reader

Part 1

Leon watches Finn for you, and he gets to know you a bit better

Y/N: I'm really glad you liked the first part! I was a little worried it was a little aimless but I did plan to do another part. Lowkey I need to write more older Leon. At this point I might need another part for this story

(Title from "Head over Heels" by Tears for Fears)

Leon double-checks his apartment, making sure it doesn't look like a disaster. Better yet, that a kid won't get into anything they aren't supposed to. He here's the knock at his apartment door and tenses up a bit. Taking a deep breath, he opens the door greeted by you and Finn.

"Hey!" You smile brightly and wave.

"Hi, Mr. Leon!" Finn greets him with a smile. His backpack is secure on his shoulders.

"Hey to you both," He says softly, opening his door wider for you both to enter. Finn enters before you, finding a spot on Leon's couch, you approach him.

“Okay Finn, be good for Leon please.” You kiss his forehead as he nods eagerly. You turn to Leon with a soft smile. "Thanks again for doing this for me."

"It's no problem," he brushes it off with a wave with of his hand. "We're neighbors after all." He assures you with a soft smile. You give him a smile back, really appreciating all that he was doing for you.

"I should be back by eight, and you know you don't have to feed him. I can definitely do that."

"I don't mind." Leon assures you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Finn is in safe hands." You look at him, and as his blue eyes meet yours. You believe him and trust him.

"You boys have fun." You say with a smile and a wave.

"Bye mom!" Finn says happily as he watches you leave. His legs kicking as he sits on the sofa.

"Alright buddy... you want to do anything?" Leon turns to Finn curiously.

"Mom says I have to finish homework first." He sighs thinking about it.

"Oh gotcha, if you need any help let me know." Leon adds on before leaving Finn to do his work. He tried to not worry too much about him as he did his own thing.

Leon doesn't know how he ended up on the floor on the floor with Uno cards and an eight year old but he that's where he was.

"Okay... I pick red." Leon decides after thinking for a moment. Finn can't hide his smile as he puts down his final card.

"I win!" The boy declares happily.

"Dang, you got me!" He declares feigning upset. He watches as the boy celebrates, and Leon smiles softly. As he watches the bright smile on his face, he can't help but think of Sherry. When they were traveling together after Raccoon city. A knock at the door distracts him from their game. "Wait here for a minute," he tells the boy before he stands. Groaning a bit as he does, he opens to the door to see you with a smile and slightly exhausted look.

"Mom!" Finn runs up and hugs you tightly. You hug him back squeezing him a bit. He rushes off to grab his things, leaving you and Leon in the doorway.

"How was he?" You ask softly.

"Great, he's a really good kid." Leon assures you gently. "And if you ever need help again don't hesitate, okay..?" He looks at you with a soft look in his kind blue eyes. You nod gently in return.

"Thank you..." You reply softly, feeling your cheeks getting a little warm from his gaze. Leon notices and feels his own face get warmer.

"Got everything!" Finn announces happily, his backpack secure on his shoulders. Interrupting whatever was happening between you and Leon.

"Alright, ready to go home?" You ask Finn gently to which he nods eagerly. "Thank you again, Finn say thank you."

"Thank you Mr. Leon!" He replies happily. "I had fun!" He adds on cheerfully, to which the man can't hide a smile.

"It was no problem." Leon says with a nod. You turn to leave but the man suddenly grabs your shoulder gently. You look to him, his blue eyes meeting yours. "I-I'll see you around, right?" A smile comes to your lips.

"I'd be disappointed if I didn't." You say your cheeks red and he only nods breathlessly.

"Yeah..." Is all he can manage to say as he watches you and your son return to your apartment. His cheeks warm as he shuts the door to his apartment.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #fanfic #x reader #no use of y/n #x chubby reader #x female reader #fluff #crushes #domestic fluff

[world-of-aus]

Masterpost - Love & Barbells

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Teasing, Misunderstandings, Happy Endings. (Chapters will be labeled as released)

Series Summary: He had not only caught your attention but your heart from across the gym.

Love & Barbells I - It’s not the way his muscles contract to the movements he produces, but the way the lifting belt supports his squat, the extra build there flowing over and around the belt that really draws your attention.

Love & Barbells II - You hear him before you see him, “Jesus sweetheart, you trying to kill yourself over here,” he chuckles, hands coming beneath the bar, aiding but not completely pulling the weight off you.

Love & Barbells III - “Hope you’re prepared y/n,” Steve says as he unracks the weight this is what it's like all the time.” As you looked over the group, your eyes falling on Bucky last as he kicked off the leg press you find that you didn’t mind, you didn’t mind at all. 

Love & Barbells IIII -  There’s a bright smile on his face, white cut tank molded to his body, grey sweats leaving very little to the imagination as he leans over the bar of the bench press, flirty smile on his lips. Your eyes flit down to the cause of that smile, a fit redhead who has her fingers wrapped around the bar, her smile is grasped between her teeth as she looks up at him.

Love & Barbells V - Were you ready to go back and hit the iron, were you ready to go back and see him?

#Love & Barbells #chubby!bucky x reader #beefy!bucky x reader #gym crush!bucky

[xacutesblogs]

Authors note: hey babes! i’m back with another story, i had sm fun making this story! i would highly appreciate if you guys could maybe comment down some story suggestions, like a plot, or background story, and i’ll love to make it into a story, or comment your fav anime character and i’ll turn it into something! thanks for the support i’ve been getting, i appreciate you all! 💕 ps. ignore any grammar errors!

⛔️this is for 18+ read at your own risk!⛔️

You and choso have been dating for almost 3months and you’re deeply in love with him, yes all the other girls are jealous of you for being with him, and all the guys are jealous of him for being with you. Crazy right? You and choso relationship is amazing, he’s been taking you on dates, and walking you to classes, and let’s not forget he brags about you to all his friends.

“Hey y/n tonight’s our 3month anniversary” He said while pulling you closer to him, which would cause him to look down at you making his orbs glaze into yours, you wrapped your rams around his waist, and stared up at him since your height only came just a bit below his chest, you smiled at him and stood up on your tip toes to peck his lips, and he lowered his self down a bit so you could reach him. “Yes and i’m so excited” you said happily.

“Well i have something planned for tonight, i never made it past 2months with any girl” he added on and you laughed at his comment, cause you knew his reputation, it’s true choso could never keep a lasting relationship, but with you, due to you being different from other females, this relationship might just last. “I have something planned as well” you teased him, his eyes widen at your comment and you knew he wanted to know, but you couldn’t tell him, i’d have to be for him to find out.

You wore a nice red dress that showed your figure, you had on some black heels and your hair was done nicely, you added some perfume to your skin, the one that he loved on you, you slipped on some lip gloss, just to make your lips a bit shiny, you didn’t even need make up due to you having a perfect natural beauty, Chose made you put on a blindfold, “y/n just follow my lead” he said as he grabbed your hand and lead you to the secretive spot.

“I’m nervous” you said, he kissed your hand “nothing to be nervous about, baby girl” he stopped in his tracks which made you stop as well, “okay y/n.. i’ll remove them blindfolds now” you took a deep breath and nodded your head okay, choso got behind you “okay but when i take them off keep your eyes shut mmk?” he said, choso removed the blindfold and you did as he said, “okay, y/n on my count of 3 open your eyes, 1…2…3” he said, and you opened your eyes, you were stunned, it was so beautiful and romantic, it was a candle light dinner, there was petals, and flowers, and your favorite meal awaiting you.

Choso lead you to the table, and pulled out the chair like a gentleman, and he sat across from you, “I’m not really the romantic type.. and i didn’t really know what to do-“ you cut him off “choso, i love it.. it’s beautiful” you said, he smiled at you and happy with your wordings, you and choso both ate, and talked about just things, he pulled out a tiny box, and slid it across the table, you have him a whats this look and he gestured his head for you to open it, and that’s what you did, awaiting in the tiny black box, was a necklace, it had your anniversary date, craved into the diamond shaped stone, with tiny gems stones surrounding the words, you gasped at the necklace while studying the whole piece.

“Oh.. choso, it’s so beautiful” you said, he stood up and came to your side, and placed the necklace around your neck, he cupped your cheek, “y/n one day, i hope to have a ring inside a box” he said and you smiled at him, and gave him a kiss on his lips, “i love you choso” you said, he stared at you, and gave you a smile, “i love you too, y/n”

Choso did a great job with his dinner, it was your favorite meal, and plus he gave you the lost beautifulest necklace you’ve ever seen, now it was your turn, but your gift was a bit more.. sexual. You wanted to please him, not with anything material, but with your body, you and choso went back to your small apartment, “So what movie we watching?” he said. Choso was so clueless and didn’t know the things you had planned for him, you guys never had intercourse throughout this whole relationship, and tonight was finna be the first, and surely not the last.

“Just wait here for a second, i need to take this dress of” you said to him, and of course he’d think you’d be slipping into something more comfy, but instead you were going to be slipping in something more explicit, you came back out with some lingerie on, it was black silk, showing your stomach, and your cleavage, right along with your belly, you had on some stockings with some heels, and the back part of your lingerie was a thong, making your ass cheeks very visible.

Choso stood up in shock, “wow..um..wow” he said not knowing what else to say, you would seductively walk up to him, “you like what you see?” you said to him, and oh boy did he, choso eyes lit up with desire, he would pull you closer to him, his hands would only end up exploring every inch of your body with hunger, he would then pull your face closer to his crashing his lips into yours, both of you ended up laying in the bed, he was now on top you, keeping your lips in locked in his while caressing your body, he would move down to your breast unhooking your bra just to take his tongue to tease your nipples.

You would moan at the sensitive sensation, while taking your freehand and grabbing onto his hair, choso would now move down between your thighs burying his face between them, taking his tongue to tease you through your panties, just to make you crave for more, “choso…” you said in a pleasurable tone, he slid your panties to the side and opened up your pussy lips, so he could explore what was between them, which was your clit, his main focus was that of course, his tongue was so skillfully exploring that area, he would only bring you to the heights of pleasure as you moan and squirmed beneath him.

you would squeeze his hair giving it a gentle tug, grabbing it to grip onto something, him taking each of his hands gripping it onto your thighs, leaving a colored bruise. He could tell you were almost at peaked cause he stopped, he lifted up and got back on top of you, and began to kiss you passionately, and at this point you could taste your own pussy juices, which you didn’t mind at all. since it only made things more spicier. At this point choso would remove his pants, and underwear, his dick rubbing between your inner lips, but not entering you yet.

Your lips and choso’s still interlocked, while his dick still was rubbing against your pussy, cause you to moan out in pleasure and for him to groan, “Are ready baby?” he said within the kiss and you gave him a nod, he’d slowly enter his dick into you, causing you to squirm in pleasure, his breathing would pick as his thrust started to speed up, that whole night you and choso made love until the sunset came up, and this was person who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

#anime #choso x you #choso x reader #for you #choso my beloved #choso x female reader #choso x chubby reader #choso x me #jjk fans #jjk choso #reader x character #reader x crush #reader x oc #chubby reader #chubby #chuby girl #anime x reader #y/n x character #choso jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #jjk x plus size reader #jj x oc

[tang3r1n]

op men who love fat bitches;

all of em. (law.)

#.v speaks #.venus updated! #those that stick out are like zoro (more so tall/strong women) #sanji and puffy cause they don’t care they just like the extra skin to hold and love on #croc and doffy both LOVE fat chicks but sir would be secretive abt it cause he’s a weirdo and doffy fully fetishizes it. like full 100 send #i really wanna say nami too guys :( #idk i just… i’ve developed a girl crush on her :( #..one piece #one piece x chubby reader #x chubby reader

[houseofauggie]

Yandere!Ellie Headcanons

Yandere!Ellie Headcanons

It’s more difficult to be a typical yandere in an apocalyptic situation but Ellie makes it work. 

She takes control of everything- what you wear, who you talk to, when you go on patrol.

Actually, she controls if you go on patrol- you’re never allowed on patrol without her and when you do go on patrol, she always keeps you behind her. You are lucky enough to be granted a weapon but only because she knew how it felt to be weaponless. 

Back in Jackson she keeps you relatively isolated from others. Your main contact was with Joel and even that was limited. 

She sleeps with her back to the door, you cocooned in her arms. She would be the first thing anyone saw when they came in the room- threat or not, and she liked it that way. 

She liked protecting you. She needed to be needed. 

Sometimes however she liked to be protected by you. It wasn’t often- just when she was feeling vulnerable. Those times she just needed you near, gentle caresses and cuddles were required. 

It didn't matter if you were taller or bigger than her in any way, she displayed casual dominance the same. 

tbh i hate this but i wanted to get something out :/ also i wrote this while playing cod and that got me in the mood for gamer!ellie so look out for that soon?

august xx

#chubby reader #yandere crush #yandere #female yandere #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #should I tag Joel to get back at those who tag Ellie in his fics? #imma do it #joel miller #joel x reader #fanfic #tlou #tlou x reader #the last of us #gn reader #tall reader

[admrlthundrbolt]

Elevate (King x Chubby Reader)

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After searching high and low, King still couldn't find anyone that would train him. But as luck would have it his favorite heroine has a similar issue. How will he keep his secret in front of this ferociously cute bear lady?

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. Had the hankering to write something for our cowardly King. Heads up this is based in some of the newer issues of manga. The only context you need, if your not caught up, is that a lot of stuff gets destroyed. So most of the heros move into a huge building, that the Hero Association owns.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy.

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His breath came out in harsh puffs. Looking down at his watch, he was shocked. The workout program showed that he had only gone a couple of kilometers. For a guy who usually ran away, he was disappointed at how quickly the run had winded him. But if he wanted to become the hero everyone believed him to be. Well he had to start somewhere.

After every martial master refused to teach him, he went back to Saitama. Whose only advice was to just get stronger. Which was an easy statement for the strongest person King had ever met to make. Though after explaining about his failed searching, the other man did offer his own training regimen.

So here he was doing laps around the Hero Association's new mega building. As he neared the front entrace, he heard a noise and paused. He didn't want anyone to see him winded and have to deal with a lot of questions. Peeking from behind a jut in the structure, he flushed for a different reason.

You stood there, not in your usual uniform, stretching. Arms reaching out above you, he grew even warmer at the sight of your soft cute tummy peeking out. The way your body bounced as you went through different moves were captivating. Your bear tail and ears flicking about were enough to make his pulse race.

This wasn't the first time you had made him react in such a way. When you first debut it was an odd sight. A cute girl with bear features that could rip apart monsters in a moment. You were a beacon of hope. Volunteering your time and appearing in non-profit commercials.

The first time he saw you on TV, he thought it was a commercial for an upcoming video game. Turns out you only looked like you had jumped out of one of his favorite fighting games.

He watched as you finished with your stretching and started training. It was mostly punching at an invisible opponent. But the strength you put into each move was beyond impressive to him.

It wasn't until his watch vibrated and warned him to take a break, that he snapped out of his stupor. It turned out that watching you had made his pulse race so much, that the device thought he was overworking himself. Realizing that maybe it was a sign to call it a day. He turned around to an entrance that wasn't in your line of sight. It would be best to meet you under better circumstances. Mainly less sweaty and calmer circumstances.

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Wiping the sweat from your brow, you took a long swig of water. Training was always grueling, but if it meant you could keep the citizens safe, you didn't mind. Though a frown crossed your face as you thought of why you usually trained outside. For as much as the Hero Association marketed you as a ‘beacon of hope', the title made you scoff whenever you heard it. It seemed that when it came to your relationship with the heros, you were viewed as more monster than Hero. When you weren't fighting you were seen as cute and cuddly. But the moment you brought out the teeth and claws to protect people. Well no one wanted to risk training with the someone that looked like they would go feral any second.

Shaking your head, you tried to put a positive spin on the situation. Maybe you could meet up with heros that felt similar and wanted a new training partner. I mean with all of you gathered in the same building. There had to be a pretty good chance that you weren't the only one that felt this way.

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The next day he went out to attempt Saitama's routine again. But paused as you came out the building not long after. It seemed that you had similar times that you preferred to train.

He stopped to watch you again. Taking the his time to really study your technique. He became so enraptured in your movement, that he failed to continue his own workout. He thought if only I could get up the courage to ask you for help. Maybe though, taking in your way of fighting, from a distance that is. Could be a good starting point.

Thus began his plan of getting in a bit of training in. Then he would observe you and try to understand how you fought. At least until he could manage to ask you to personally teach him. Hopefully you wouldn't be another person on his list of to intimidated to interact with.

And that worked for a while, until Amai Mask decided to give his opinion.

You were in the middle of a round of shadow boxing. Hearing door open, you figured it was time for a water break. Only to regret it as you noticed just who was heading out the door. Amai Mask, the pretty face of the Hero Association himself. It wasn’t that you hated the guy, but there was something about him that made you wary. And this time was no exception.

“Ah (Y/N), what a pleasant surprise.” He smiled as the lie fell from his lips. He had been urged by the higher ups, to persuade you into doing more face time and less fighting. You always boosted their donation. Who better to have a talk with you than the face of the Hero Association?

“Hey, how have you been?” You wiped your brow and took another glup of water. Maybe if you kept the conversation casual, this wouldn't take long.

“I've been well.” His answer is flippant. “Though I'm glad I happened across you. I've been meaning to discuss something with you.” He sent you a dazzling smile, thinking it would butter you up.

King cringed as he watched the other man smile at you. Of course he wasn't the only one interested in you. You were beautiful, had a wonderful out look, and saved people for a living. You were beyond the total package.

An uneasiness settle in your stomach. You didn't like the idea of a ‘discussion’ with him. Still you tried to be on good terms with all the other heros. You guys should work as a team to help the citizens, not squabble amongst each other. “Oh really. Well, I'm all ears." You followed this up with a wiggle of your bear ears. Which cause King to stiffle what he wouldn't admit was a squeal of joy.

Amai Mask smile stiffened as he watched the cute gesture. A part of him envied how easy it was for you to be likable. Your little bear features and soft body made you approachable and cute. But you were much to open and sweet for his liking. It had given him the occasional thought of how fun it might be to corrupt you. Though the feral way that you took care of monsters seemed to be a flaw in your image. “It's about your fighting style. I believe if you took more time promoting the Hero Association, you may climb in the popularity polls.”

Your brow pinched in confusion. “What does my popularity ranking have to do with me being a hero?”

“Honey, if you don't make the Association look good…. Well who know where your hero rank may be.” He looked down his nose at you, waiting for your response.

Eyes narrowing at the thinly veiled threat, you frowned. “None of that matters to me. If I can't be out there saving people, then I don't deserve to call myself a hero.”

King could feel his heart swell at your words. You truly were one of the few people he knew that could hold the title of hero. But as he saw the other man start to struggle to hold back his anger. He knew that it was time to stop hiding.

Stepping around the building, he jogged forward. “I couldn't agree more.” He stepped by your side and nodded to you. Hoping that neither of you could hear his heart racing.

He had startled you at first, but as he said that. You couldn't help the was your smile beamed at him. It was nice to hear another hero feel the same way. It made you believe that you were a bit less alone.

Amai Mask was glad that you had turned your attention to the other man. It gave him a moment to gather himself and push his rage aside. Which was a hard thing to do at this time. Not only had King interupted, but he was backing you up. How could he undermine the Seventh S Ranking hero. He wasn't quite sure what the Association's stance would be. So for now he would just have to report back. “Well, you've heard my offer. I'll make my leave, for now.”

You both watched him retreat back through the front entrace. Rubbing the back of your neck, you faced King once again. “That was intense.” Then you burst out in giggles. The situation was just so comical, now that the tension had dispersed.

Gazing down at you, he couldn't help chuckling himself. “I hope you didn't mind me stepping in.”

Shaking your head you smiled brightly at him. “Not at all. You probably saved me from a pressured situation. So thank you.”

He flushed deeply, your appreciation made his heart hammer in his chest. He realised this would be the perfect opportunity to request you as a training partner. “I noticed you were training earlier. Would you be interested in doing it together?” He prepared for rejection.

Grabbing his hand, you nodded your head fervently. “That would be amazing. Do you want to start now?”

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He loved spending time with you, but the training you went through was brutal. Compared to Saitama's routine, he was attempting a cake walk before. Though he did have to keep in mind that this was a regimen that you cultivated for yourself. So he would pant and ache, to get stronger and be your training partner. Maybe he wouldn't drop dead from exhaustion.

You felt exhilarated, King was working out with you. It was amazing to finally have someone to train with. After admitting your troubles finding a partner. Well, he confessed that he had ran into a similar problem. Which you had a hard time believing. This man was the nicest and most considerate gentle giants you had the pleasure of meeting. You had told him that ranks had quit meaning anything to you a while ago. How a person treated others will always be a better judge of character, than a stupid rank number. He seemed shocked at your answer, but agreed.

You gazed fondly at the man as he slumped over. He may have the title strongest hero, but his stamina sure could use some work. Taking a sip from you water, you held the bottle to him.

His flushed cheeks worsened as you offered him the bottle. With a moments hesitation he took it and greedily glupped. It was one thing to think of your lips touching the same drink. Hydrating was more important than over thinking a kind gesture. Still, watching you wipe your brow made him admire you in the afternoon sun just a bit longer.

“OK, now that the warm up is out of the way. Let's move onto some sparing.” You widened your stance as you faced the large man. You couldn't help but notice the way he seemed to glow beautifully after a run.

His eyes widen at the thought of go toe to toe with you. He could feel his heart beat picking up.

You grew excited as you heard King's motor start to Rev up. A feral look started to slide onto your expression. “Now don't go easy on me.” Then you lunged towards him.

He really wish you hadn't said that. Diving away from you, he panicked. Darting this way and that, he did his best to avoid you.

“Come on now. You can go all out if you want.” Your tone had dipped a bit deeper and claws elongated.

His heart grew the loudest he had ever heard it. This only seemed to excite you further. He had thoroughly enjoyed his time with you these passed weeks. The training had been helpful and any moment spent with you was wonderful. But it seemed that his pleasent adventures with you would come to an end. He had to tell you the truth, that he was a fraud. Which he was sure would end any sort of relationship you had on a sour note.

He stopped running and turned to tell you. Only for you to run into him, causing you both to crash into the ground. His head slammed against the ground, vision going blurry. He could hear your voice, but it was like he was underwater. It sounded like you were upset, you shouldn't be though. He tried to tell you to not worry, it was his fault. But he couldn't form proper words. As his eyes slid shut, he could feel your arms slide under him. His final thought was of how warm you felt against him.

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He awoke in a bright room, under itchy sheets. The sound of machinery filled the room and a faint snoring. Looking for the odd sound, finding you in a chair next to the bed he was in. Even with you slumped forward and snoring. He wasn’t sure he had ever witnessed a person more divine. Placing his hand on yours, he didn't expect you to suddenly shoot up.

Eyes wide, they darted around the room before landing on him. Then tears began to well up and you grabbed his hands. Bringing them to your chest you began rambling out apologizes. “I can't believe I gave you a concussion. If I hadn't been so reckless then none of this would have happened. There won't ever be a chance of that again. Everyone was right about me.”

As those last words spilled from your mouth, he shifted he hands to envelope yours. “Don't say that. You are one of the most selfless people I know. If anyone deserves to be a hero it's you." He gazed at you with a ferocity that he had never felt before. If there was a chance to tell you the truth it was now. He couldn't be the reason you gave up on your dream of helping people. “I'm not what people claim me to be. I'm a fraud, the furthest thing from the strongest man anyone could be. But I'm trying to become the person people want me to be. That's why I wanted to train so badly. And when you were open to a training partner…well I couldn't pass up the opportunity. Not with how amazing you are.”

You stared at him in shock. The man that you had grown a real fondness for, had also been lying. The time you had spent with him started to make a bit more sense. How endurance was his main focus. Or anytime sparing was mentioned he would change the subject. It was a lot to take in, but did it really change things? “So you were doing all of this to become the hero your reputation boasted?”

He nodded and took a moment to gather his thoughts. Considering that you weren't yelling at him or leaving the room. He decided to explain the situation to you. How it had started with the wrong place at the wrong time. Rumors turning into stories, that all pointed to him. Him being to scared to deny the accusation, thus leading to his S Rank status. Meeting Saitama, the person behind all of the heroism he was getting credit for. Then being told by the person who had saved him countless times, to became the hero that everyone expected. “Then I met you. The only person who was willing to train with me, who wasn't afraid of me.”

Throughout the whole story your hands remained in his. But as he laided himself bare to you. Putting out all the details he wasn't proud of and revealing his dreams. You intertwined your fingers together and gave him reassuring squeeze. It seemed that though you had different paths, fate point you towards the same destination. “Then it seems like we have a lot more training to do.”

His breath shuddered at your words. “You'll still have me as your training partner?”

A hard laugh burst from your chest. “Of course I will. You're not the only one who intimidates everyone. Seems like your stuck with me.” Sending a wink his way, you were pleasantly surprised at the flush that covered his cheeks. Leaning a bit closer, a feral smirk slid on your own expression. “I also wouldn't mind if we did more than training. Would you be interested in a date this weekend?”

Even the shock he felt at your question, couldn't delay the yes that shot from his lips. Though the moment was quickly interupted by a nurse rushing in to find out why his heart was racing so fast. As he watch you sheepishly apologize to the nurse. He could help but wonder what kind of hero you would help shape him into.

#one punch man #chubby reader #king opm #chubby reader x king #saitama #amai mask #training #lies #hurt/comfort #concussion #injury #pining #crush #peer pressure #intimidation #happy ending #idiots in love

[nocturnal-birb]

Someone needs to make a chubby reader x Papas wherein the Papas asks reader to sit on them- full weight and all but reader is insecure and hella scared as fuck that they’d crush the Papas and in turn the Papas would reassure reader they’ll be fine

#i’d imagine one of them would be like ‘it is fine amore i’d be glad to be crushed under you’ #seriously need more chubby reader x papas honestly #cant write shit but i can draw it instead 🥹

[bestmofointhisbish]

M crush x chubby fem reader. pt1

(A week ago)

It’s a Wednesday afternoon. While walking home you noticed a new cafe opened and you decided to grab something to eat. When you walked in your nose was greeted the sweet smell of chocolate that made your mouth water and your stomach ache. you heard someone call to you from the room in the back.“Hello, welcome to (enter name of cafe) what would you like to order tonight?” You stood there stunned for a second, you didn’t expect the guy to be cute. “um hi what kinda of snacks do you have?” The man smiled and handed you a menu “here, I’ll give you a minute to look over everything” that smile made your heart ache, as you nodded, he walked back into the room he came out of earlier. You smiled to yourself, you just met this guy and yet you can’t help but to have a little crush. Maybe it’s his c/e/c or his silky smooth hair or maybe it’s just his smile. You looked on the menu and saw that there was a lot snacks to choose from. After a long debate you decided to get the brownie ice cream. You blushed when you looked up and realized the guy been waiting for you to look over everything.“Oh I’m sorry, I’ll take an ice cream with a brownie please.” He smiled “It’s ok, Is that all you’d like?” You nodded “that will be 3.75” you looked in your purse for change while the man went off the get your snack. Later, he came back to grab your money and get your change back “you can keep the change” he smiled once more “thank you have a nice night” as you walked towards the door, you turned your head calling back to the polite man “you too”

All you could think about was the man you had just met. Sighing you started to head home to watch your movie and try to get the man out of you head. But he came back to visit you in your dreams.

You woke up the next day feeling refreshed as you walked out of your apartment, you saw that the cafe was open. You saw He wasn’t there instead there was a woman that looked like a girl version of him. ‘brain, try to think about something else other than him’ you walked into the cafe and took notice that the smell was coffee instead of chocolate from the night before. The girl behind the counter smiled at you “Hi!, welcome to (enter name of cafe) what would you like to order for this wonderful morning?” “Just a coffee will be fine please” “Ok that will 2.49” you payed the young woman then she left to make your coffee. You stood to the side while waiting you decided to look around. only to see him from the night before he was minding his own business and cleaning tables. You stared at him for a while until he noticed and gave you a small smile. You blushed and looked away embarrassed from being caught. “Ma’am, here’s your change and your drink” You don’t notice her talking to you as you stared at him again “Ma’am?” “Huh? Oh thank you” she smiles “no problem, have a nice day” “yeah you too” You took your drink then looked for a place to sit where he couldn’t see you but you could see him. You started to listen to music as you looked around hoping to see him again or maybe even talk to him again. After a while you started to get bored and a bit tired. You slowly started to drift off into sleep. Around a 20 minutes after you fell asleep he softly tapped on your shoulder to wake you. You slowly opened your eyes to see him standing in front of you, you blushed. You quietly apologized and thanked the man before grabbing your things to leave. Before you left you turned around to look for the man, you needed to know his name. His name was (insert crush name) you smile ‘cute’ you thought to yourself. As you walked home you felt happier now that you could put a name to his face.

You sigh after making it home ‘I need to find a job soon, I can’t keep living off of my saved up money forever’

You started to wonder if the cafe down the street needed any help since they had just opened. Although the only reason you would want to work there was because of a little crush that you may or may not have had on (insert crush name). He seemed to be around your age and you couldn’t help but fall for a cute guy with long hair.

Which brung you here, are a week after first seeing him, applying for a job at the small family owned cafe.

I’m so tired, but I got this idea while daydreaming about my crush and I realized that there’s not much like this around or maybe I couldn’t find it.

in this your crush is kind of a druggie

💀

thanks for reading.😮‍💨

#X chubby reader #x reader #crush x reader #crush x chubby reader #Im tired #i need ideas

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

you watched him move across the room toward his things. you almost didn’t want to part from them; then again, what choice did you have? it was your fault. you f’ed up, and now he was going to be completely, totally, wholly gone.

“did you want to keep this?” his deep voice popped you out of your thoughts.

“no, you can.” but you regretted it as soon as you said it. you wanted to keep it and rest beside your bed again, just like the two of you had when you first made it.

the small mural the two of you had painted.

“you sure? i know how much it meant to you… and i don’t really have the space, i mean-”

“you’re taking the rest of the stuff. why do you all of a sudden not have room for a tiny painting?” your voice came off harsher than you had hoped, but he clearly got the message and laid the mural inside the box.

he folded a few more things and stuffed them inside with the rest of his belongings. belongings you wanted to keep.

“alright,” he huffed as he stood. “i think that’s it.”

he watched as you forced out a grimace. your heart was in your stomach.

“is there anything else i can take while i’m here? some of mila’s stuff?”

mila was your dog, the dog that you’d lost a week before the split. she must have been the only thing holding the two of you together.

“i-i thought you didn’t have space,” you uttered out. you were trying to erk him, start up an argument… anything to make him stay.

call it toxic or dumb.

you didn’t want to relive him walking out on you.

“well… i could put it in storage. just to get it out your space, y’know. i’m sure it’s hard having her stuff around without her being here.”

“no, i want it here.” this time you weren’t lying.

“okay then.” he shifted on his feet after a few awkward seconds, picked up his box, and prepared to go.

“wait-" you squawked.

“hm?”

you ran and grabbed mila’s paw art from behind the kitchen island.

“she made this for you. see? it says “happy father’s day.”

he raised his brows and gloomily chuckled.

“thank you,” he whispered.

“mhm.”

“take care yourself. i…i’m most definitely going to miss you,” he laughed quietly.

your head spun at his words.

“you too.”

the two of you solemnly walked out the door, still accustomed to being close to each other whenever you came home and left.

“goodbye.”

he placed one last kiss to your lips, a kiss that would have made you take him back at any given moment.

this all spun through your mind as he walked down the hall in long, slow, sad strides.

he looked as if he was just about to turn around and run back to you; to kiss you, to hug you, to tell you everything would be okay; and to love you again.

but he didn’t, he kept walking. he didn’t stop, until he was far, far out of view.

#crush scenarios #sad #writers of tumblr #iiii miss him!!! #otp scenarios #soft angst #crush imagine #reader x crush #x chubby reader

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

HI FRIENDS!! i am here to kindly ask for wlw requests (specifically Tara Lewis or Emily Prentiss) so if you have any, please send them in, thank you!!

#✉ ― signed meau ! #PLEASE #I HAVE A CRUSH ON THEM #tara lewis x plus size reader #emily prentiss x plus size reader #tara lewis x fem!reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #plus size reader #x plus size reader #plus size!reader #x chubby reader #chubby reader #fanfiction #fluff #smut #angst #wlw #wlw fanfiction #wlw requests #pansexual tara lewis #lesbian emily prentiss

[jessyballet]

Damn it, my crush on Sebastian Stan was leaving me and then he comes and drops this look, he's pulling me back, I feel the crush invading my body again.

My crush on Sebastian:

#sebastian stan #chubby dumpling #sebastian stan characters #weiner soldier #sexy seabass #sebastian stan instagram #sebastian stan x reader #conchita rellena #el colchoncito bimbo #celeb crush #imaginary boyfriend

[world-of-aus]

Love & Barbells - Pt. 5

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky (gym crush) x Reader

Warnings: Pinch of angst.

Authors Note: Hoppy Easter little Buns! Here is part 5 of Love & Barbells! I honestly took the energy I had to write and ran with it, I hope you all enjoy this part and for those asking to be added to a taglist for this series I'll start adding those that ask or have asked! Many thanks and Happy Readings! Also All other parts can be found on @worldofausupdates (Any and all mistakes are my own)

Two days had turned into a week, your body finally feeling the fatigue of the strain you were putting it. through six days out of the week. The first day was always odd, your body thrumming with the need to get into its routine, body restless as you forced yourself to stay in bed for the day. And as the first day melted into the second day you found the soreness had begun to creep in, the ache settling heavy in your muscles as you moved around your space. Day three and four were spent like days one and two, in bed beneath your covers with minimal movement, and a mug of coffee in your hand. You knew you needed this time to give your body its rest, to allow yourself to recharge not only physically but mentally. Day six and seven had you preparing for your return, you knew you needed the rest and recovery, but you knew that it could also be a setback in your weight, so you also spent these days doing at home workouts you favorited on YouTube. 

There’s a knock on your door pulling you from the TV screen, your roommate pops her head in, “hey you,” she grins, “you ready to hit the iron tomorrow?” 

You laugh pausing the video a light sheen of sweat coating your skin, “more than ready, I honestly thought two days would be good enough, seems like my body had other ideas.” She steps into your room, “you needed the break, and it was your body’s way of telling you, you’re at it six days out of the week only allowing yourself a day of recovery I think it was about time already, finally caught up to you.” 

Your snort, “you’re not wrong, m’just worried these many days is going to be huge setback on my progress in weight I’ve made.” She gives you a look, “aren’t you always telling me to keep it low weight, but high repped when I can’t do my usual weight?” Your tongue pokes out, “practice what you preach.” she throws back, “going down in weight isn’t the end of the world.” 

You nod your head, “no you’re right,” you laugh when she flips her hair “I’m always right, now how about you go get showered and ill order from that diner two blocks down, get you some heavy protein so you can be charged up for tomorrow? 

“I’d love that, meet you in the living room?” 

“I’ll see you in twenty,” she responds back before taking her exit from your room. As you gather your things for your shower your mind drifts to tomorrow, were you ready to go back and hit the iron, were you ready to go back and see him?” 

Stepping into the gym the next morning, your bag sat high on your shoulder; you knew you were ready to hit the iron, but the way your eyes threatened to scan the area for him told you maybe you weren’t entirely ready to see him, your heart racing at the mere thought of him alone. 

Scanning the gym, you set your eyes on an empty squat rack towards the back and all but ran for the equipment, while it wasn’t too packed just yet you knew if you didn’t claim a rack, you’d never get a set in once the morning grew later. Placing your things down on the floor, you grab your headphones slipping the bud into your ears as they automatically pair to your phone. You’re searching through your apps pressing your preferred music streaming app, finding your go to playlist. Music floods your ears, a breath of air pushing out of your lungs as you shake yourself off pushing to your feet as you go to warm up. 

Your eyes are focused solely on yourself, watching your movements carefully in the mirror as you get yourself stretched out and warmed up before you begin your first reps. Stepping closer to the rack you decide to start your first set of reps with your body weight alone, this was to warm yourself up the movement and wake your muscles up for the heavier sets that were to come. The music pushed you past your warmup count, an ache settling in your legs as you pushed to full height; time to rack. You moved around the rack choosing the lighter weights first, you would build up to your heaviest weight throughout your sets. Slipping the weights onto the bar, you round the rack again to get yourself situated under the iron bar, you test out the weight by pushing up under it, the weight feeling light as you dismount it. 

You take your stance, feet moving, legs opening as you brace yourself, you breathe in, eyes catching your own gaze in the mirror as you go down.  

One. 

Getting yourself to fifteen is easy, barely any strain on your muscle as you rerack the weights moving around to add more. You go up in five, attempting to hit 15 reps every set, until you hit your max weight. The weight before your max has your legs trembling, the strain hitting on the last rep as you find yourself getting stuck just before you went to rerack. Mounting the bar back on you drop into a squat, your breaths heavy as you try to catch it. The music is still pulsing through your buds, your eyes focused and dazed on a spot on the floor as you let yourself come down from the high, heart thumping like a wild drum in your chest. 

You're feeling the music, your body slowly recharging as the bass pumps in your ears, you're moving to push yourself up to add more weight to the bar, but a finger tapping on your back has you stilling. Your head tilts up, stomach dropping into your ass when you meet her eyes. She’s smiling, her lips moving, though you can’t hear here over the music in your ears, you shake your head pulling a bud from your ear, “m’sorry, what was that?” You question not quite believing that this was happening. The redhead chuckles, eyes gleaming, no wonder Bucky’s taken with her you think, she's gorgeous, “was wondering if you would mind me working in, all the other racks are taken.” Your eyes flit around the gym finding the other racks in fact taken, each rack having at least two to three gym bros working their sets in with one another, not one of those racks containing the brunette in mind. 

A part of your mind, the self-deprecating part, is telling you to tell her you wrapped up, the rack is all hers, but the logical part of your mind, the one that outweighs the other tells you to stop being a child, so what if this was your gym crushes girlfriend? There was other fish in the sea! An opportunity was presenting itself to you in the form of a possible new friend, one that you could ask for a spot if the moment ever presented itself, and the way you saw it was you would rather ask her for a spot then the blue-eyed brunette. “Sure,” you say with a smile, “jump on in, do you need me to add more weights?” You question head tilted to the racked bar. There's an expression that comes over her features, one you can’ quite read, she’s shaking her head, “No, that’s actually okay, you planning on going any heavier?” 

You’re nodding, her brows flitting up as she sets herself up under the bar, you see her feel out the weight as she unracks. It’s second nature for you to assume your position behind her, she’s smiling at you through the mirror, you return the sentiment watching as she shifts into a focused mind as she goes down for her first rep. The longer you stand behind her following her movements the longer you allow for the insecurities to build up, she was making this look easy, barely even breaking a sweat as she surpassed your usual rep. You move forward with her when she reracks, stepping back when she slips out tilting her head to it, “your turn.” 

Your nerves are lit as you go to add the weight for your max, she offers her aid by getting the other side for you making your turn come quicker than you’d like. You move back between the rack adjusting yourself under the bar and testing the weight out. It’s heavy, but not enough that it won’t budge when you push up to unmount it. The redhead is a good spot you note as she assumes her position behind you, you wonder if she’s spotted Bucky before? Shaking the thought away you focus on the music still pumping through the headphones, sucking in a breath and bracing your core as you go down for your first rep. 

You’re pushing yourself, breathing in and releasing out through each rep, she’s encouraging you like Bucky would, God they were perfect for one another. The thought is enough to push you despite your legs threatening to break way and bring you down with the added weight. She stumbles forward with you as you rack. You're dropping to the floor, the ache in your legs blinding as you try to catch your breath, she drops with you, her gaze finding yours, “Bucky mentioned to me how well disciplined you were, and I gotta admit, you surprised me.” 

Your heart jumps to your throat at the mention of the brunette, he talked about you to her? Is that why she was here, to tell you to stay away from what was hers? “You ever think about competing?” 

A record scratches somewhere in the back of your mind. 

“Competing,” you question. That’s not what you were expecting.  

She’s nodding as she stands hand held out to you, you grab it letting her pull you up, “yeah, we have a team here that competes in powerlifting, we go to competitions held at other gyms, unfortunately one of our members is out for the season, and I think you’d be the perfect fit – if you’re interested.” 

You don’t know what to say, the words caught on your tongue as you watch her take her spot under the bar, you go up behind her. “You don’t have to have an answer right away, the season hasn’t begun just yet, but from what I'm seeing right now, and from what Buck has told me about you – well I would consider, I think you’d bring a lot to the table.” 

You’re nodding your head, licking your lips, you couldn’t help but to wonder what Bucky had told her. Your focus gets shifted from the conversation to the exercise at hand when you see her brace herself. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but her failing the first rep was not it. You didn’t think it was possible with how effortlessly she made her first set look but she’s getting caught less than midway on her way back up. You want to give her the benefit of the doubt, but when her face goes red, her lips pushing out your name along with the world help you’re stepping right up into her space to help her. 

“Oh god no,” she groans as she still struggles to get her legs up, your pressed to her back your hands coming up to the bar as you try to alleviate the pressure of the bar off her back. The two of you fall into a struggle, when had you gotten so far from the mount? Just when you’re about to tell her to just let it drop a body is pressing to your back, large hands falling close into yours, you don’t have to turn to know who’s they are, you’ve watched them lift weights for months now. Steve and Sam come up just as quickly as he did each flanking a side to grab the bar where the weights sit, they’re telling the redhead who you discover is named Natasha to drop down, you wonder if you should drop as well, but then you’re being pressed forward with them to place the bar back on the mount. 

For a beat nobody moves, all eyes falling to redhead that sits on the floor struggling to catch are a breath, “are you okay?” You’re the first to break the silence, her eyes flit to yours, then to the man behind you, you wonder what she must be thinking because neither you or Bucky have moved since mounting the weight and while you’ve considered moving, he cages you in. “Just fine,” she breathes through a strained laugh, “is that your max?” she questions pointing to the weights. “Yeah, the plan was to go up another five this week, but I took a week break, so I wasn’t going to risk failing by ego lifting.” 

Her laugh is genuine this time, Steve leaning over the rack to help her up, she’s looking at Bucky who still is behind you, more relaxed you imagine with how he leans on the bar – still caging you in! “I really do like her Barnes, think she’d make a perfect replacement for Maximoff for the season, you should ask her to join, maybe we can make her a full-time member.” 

Sam snorts off to the side drawing your gaze, and apparently Bucky’s, “m’right here wilson, you got something to say?” Sam meets both your eyes, “no but do you got something you want to ask y/n here, unless you want Tasha to do that too.” 

Your brows furrow, confusion only growing, “wait - hold on I'm a little confused here, what’s going on, what does Bucky want Natasha to do?” 

Before Bucky can even tell Sam to shut his mouth the words are already spilling from his lips, “Barnes here has been to chicken to ask you to compete with us, he was going to ask you last week that you were here since he was able to give Natasha a preview of you -” “but you were with your friend so he didn’t want to intrude, and I didn’t want to make you nervous by coming up to you,” Natasha adds. “Then he didn’t see you for the rest of the week, so he figured it was a sign to hold off on asking,” Sam continues, “a stupid sign if you ask me, man needs to learn how to read the room.” “That he does, and I told him as much last week,” Natasha says an amused glint in her eyes when you meet her gaze. 

“Literally right here,” Bucky says from behind you, and this time you turn your head to meet his gaze, “sorry about them,” he murmurs. You’re breathing out a laugh, “it’s okay, Steve told me to be ready,” you tease recalling the bearded blondes words from the last time you had worked in with them “I wouldn’t have minded you asking,” you continue, “I would have considered.” 

“You would have?” 

You’re nodding your head, wanting to break his gaze to look elsewhere but he has you locked. “As long as I wouldn’t be breaking any pairs up, and your friend Maximoff wouldn’t mind me stepping in I don’t see why I couldn’t consider, as long as you guys are sure you want me.” This time you do break his gaze to look at the others. Natasha is the one who answers, “If my partner could see how you trained, she wouldn’t mind at all.”  

“At least with y/n as your partner we won’t have to be yelling across the gym for the two of you to stop locking lips.” 

Another record scratches in your mind, as you take Sam’s words in, but you don’t let it show, choosing to laugh it off instead, hoping it doesn’t sound forced. “So y/n,” Natasha directs, “what do you say?” 

“Sure, I’m in.” 

Your roommate is home before you that afternoon, her form perched on the couch as she watches the latest episode of her favorite show. She turns her head when she hears you come in smile on her face, “Hey you, your home late, good gym session?” You laugh as you drop your bag down, locking the door behind you as you deposit your keys into the glass bowl. “Yeah sorry about that, I got a little caught up with Natasha.” 

You capture your roommates attention, her body jerking in your direction, “Natasha as in – no!” You nod your head as you round the couch plopping down, “You talked to Bucky’s girl, what the hell y/n what happened?” 

“Yes and I did, and no she’s not Bucky’s girl,” you reiterate chuckling at your roommate's reaction at the mention of the redhead not being Bucky’s girl “but rather a part of his competition group, that I have seemingly agreed to join.” 

“y/n,” she squeals jumping across the couch to you, “you joined a competition group?! But how, why, is Natasha really not with Bucky, so you have a chance again!” You laugh moving away from the hand that excitedly swats at you, “I wouldn’t say there’s a chance for me again, but there is a chance for me to compete again.” Your roommate seems to understand what this means for you, her excitement calming as she finds your hands, “that’s wonderful y/n,” she murmurs squeezing your fingers, “and hey remember this isn’t that gym, and they’re not brock.” 

You nod looking down at your entwined hands, “I know they’re not, but what if I see them again, what if I see him?” She’s shaking her head fiercly, “If that time comes, we will face it, but right now you don’t need to worry about that, right now I need you to focus and tell me more about how Natasha is not with Bucky and how we still have a chance!” 

She’s pulling another laugh from you, her hands untangling from yours to pull you to her side, the two of you melting into the couch as you recall your morning return to the gym. 

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[tender-rosiey]

pretty babies – gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: idk about yall but I love me some drunk gojo

satoru never drinks, but when he does, ohoho, you’re in for quite the ride.

today was one of the days when he was less of a chaotic handful but more of an emotional mess who apparently can’t even remember his own wife. you sip on your drink, ignoring the drunk satoru leaning on the bar.

he slurs his words as he tries to flirt, “you’re sooo pretty, y’know that?”

you nod with a hum and give him no further reaction. in situations like these, you figured out that letting him go all out until he is tired and sleepy is the best solution. it really is like treating a baby.

thankfully, after many years of being in the presence of one gojo satoru, you’ve built up some patience.

he rests his head on the counter and he looks up at you, eyes wide and in awe, “I bet,” he hiccups and it is followed by a silly little giggle, “we’d make superrrr cute babies! like all round and chubby and we’d much on their cheeks like…mochi! yes! mochi…now I am hungry.”

a smirk makes an appearance on your face as you glance at satoru who is blabbering about building a family with you and spoiling you rotten.

a little teasing won’t harm anyone. so you quip, “you know,” and his attention is already on you, “you already gave me three super cute babies.”

his mouth is wide open in disbelief as he sits up, “no way!”

“yup! and they’re waiting at home for us.”

his eyes crinkle because of his wide grin, “really?!” he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, “you got photos?! please tell me that you do!” and he switches to a pout so quickly, it gives you whiplash.

however, you gladly pull out your phone and show him the multitude of photos you have.

ones ranging from him being in a crib to help the youngest one sleep to ones with two of the three kids ganging up on him and him desperately calling for your help. satoru goes through every single photo, head on your shoulder and cheek squished.

he is silent throughout it all and when he is done, he looks up at you, “so that means that you’re my wife?”

you nod and your fingers, naturally, find their place on his head. he feels a little shiver of satisfaction before he smiles, one lovesick and silly smile, “I really hit the jackpot.”

you laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “I guess you did.”

so you take him back home where the kids are already asleep. satoru crashes on the bed right away, steady breaths filling the room. slowly, you take your place beside him and you feel his arms wrap around you.

he pulls you closer and buries his face in your hair. and you close your eyes, letting yourself be lulled to the land of dreams.

when you do wake up, you’re greeted by satoru literally on top of you and deep in sleep. you would like to let him sleep more especially since he looks so comfortable, but you’re going to suffocate at this rate. so you pat his back lightly, “satoru, honey, wake up.”

he groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling something along the lines of ‘five more minutes’.

not budging? then fine, you decide. you take as deep of a breath as you can then call for your kids, “who will help mama?!”

it’s quiet and you can feel satoru smirking against your skin. it looks like he won, but then a bunch of footsteps are heard and it’s your turn to smirk.

your husband lifts his head to glare at you—of course, not without sporting one of his famous pouts.

the door is then slammed open and your eldest son is there, “WHO DARES HURT OUR MAMA?!”

he gasps, very dramatically like a certain someone, and points at his dad, “PAPA?! you’re suffocating mama!”

“again?!” your daughter pops up from behind her brother, staring at her dad in disbelief.

they both stand beside your bed glaring at him and he glares back, the three of them forgetting why you called for your kids in the first place. so you do them a favor and remind them, “satoru…I AM GOING TO DIE LIKE THIS!”

satoru is pulled  back by his shirt and your kids take turns in—trying—to beat him up. you get up, greedily breathing air till you’re satisfied. you ignore the screams of your husband until you’re done with your morning routine.

luckily enough, when you got out of the bathroom, you found no one except your husband.

laying on the ground.

presumably dead.

with a bunch of drawings on his face and his hair contained with multiple hair bands.

you snap a picture of him very quickly then you sit on the ground next to his corpse. you poke his butt and he groans, making you giggle, “what happened to the strongest sorcerer?”

he turns towards you with a small frown, “his pretty wife didn’t kiss him good morning so he had no energy to fight,” his head snaps towards the two tiny figures giggling behind the door, “these monsters.”

they squeal and run away once again before he catches them.

you gently take the hair bands off, “you’re lucky that our youngest devil is still asleep,” you then smooth down his hair and pat his head, “I love the smiley faces on your cheeks.”

he whines and rests his head on your shoulder, “stop bullying me!”

you hum and stroke his hair, “you know, you did something pretty cute yesterday.”

“I am always cute; what’re you talking about?”

“you flirted with me, your wife, and said we would make ‘super cute!’ babies,” you reveal and satoru seems unbothered. in fact, he seems proud and very happy with himself so you continue, “so I had to remind you of our three little devils and then I showed you pictures.”

he stands up, posing all confidently, “what can I say? I excel at everything even being cute—“

“then you cried like a little baby when I showed you my picture post labor and kept apologizing.”

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