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Hi my lovely followers I need your help! I can't decide on which of my fics to start on/do part 2 of 😅, so I would love if you guys would message me a vote of what fic/s you want me to do. The one with the most votes by April 15th will be the one I post once finished!

(I'll announce which one is the winner before working on or posting the fic!)

I've been having a bit of writers block lately sorry.

(Here's the fics-)

1. Part 3 of my Selkie fic.

2. Part 2 of my Orc fic.

3. Part 2 of my Mothmen fic.

4. Part 2 of my Fili from The Hobbit fic.

5. Would you guys want a Rakshasa stable boy fic I've been contemplating making/writing?

6. Last but not least any requests? I'll chose the first 2 aks I get along with the winner fic. I'm into a little bit of everything so ask away, and if I'm not apart of that fandom or haven't seen/watched/or read it I'll research/watch it and get as much on the character asked to make it as un oc as possible.

Thank you your votes/likes are greatly appreciated!!! ❤❤❤

Mothmen OC's x Chubby Reader. (Part 1/?)

(Warning- Language)

Hank Meyer - Black and orange mothman/humanoid moth, he's more black than orange and has stripes and specks on his wings thickly outlined in obsidion black. His hair is an untamed pile of dark/burnt orange curly fluff that dips just below his shoulders and his antennas are also fluffy but striped orange and black. Around his neck and down his collarbone ending at his sternum is obsidion fluff his back and his four arms also have the same colored fluff running down them, while the rest of his body is covered in the same colored fluff as his hair, and his fingernails are small black claws. His eyes are oval shaped and are a deep honey brown color rimmed with thick eyelashes, besides his mandible his face is mostly human looking with thinner fluff surrounding it. He's caring even though he's lazy and always tired even at night when he's supposed to be more active and go to work. He will more than likely be found sleeping somewhere or eating sweets anything from fruit to cookies and cake, all that matters if it has some form of sugar in it. He is more than just a bit of a couch potato unless motivated. Underneath his lazy exterior he's very smart and he's an architect who works odd painting and remodeling jobs, mostly he's furnishing and decorating places, anything to businesses to houses.

Mason Lynch - Blue and black mothman/humaniod moth, he's more blue then black (an opposite in color patches compared to Hank) his wings color ranges from dark navy blue on the top of his wings to blue to baby blue with white and black specks spread throughout. His fluffy antennas are blue and black rimmed. His hair while fluffy isn't as untamed as Hunks and is long running down to his hips he leaves it in a ponytail or in a braid while his hair is an almost white blue there is small stripes/patches of black and dark blue like unfinished highlights. His fluff going down his neck to his sternum and down his back and arms is in between blue and baby blue with black and white spots running throughout and the rest of his body is a darker grey almost black color. His eyes are oval shaped and are a dark blue color, while his face is covered in very pale nearly white coloured thin fluffy hair. He is creative, calm and collected and he likes to draw, paint, sketch and cook, he assists Hunk in painting jobs though his actual job is as a secondary baker at the Sugar Rose Cafe.

Alright the corner of 424 main street and Eastwood, so almost there. I called yesterday evening about an apartment for rent with two roommates but I get a fully furnished bedroom and bathroom to myself and it's only five hundred dollars a month utilities included and I buy my own food of course but thats still cheaper than fuck.

Five hundred dollars is how much my current electric, gas, and water bill is while my rent is seven hundred dollars and that doesn't include other costs such as my phonebill or gas for going to and fro from work, and money is tight right now with the shitty job of being a waitress and working twelve hour shifts with hardly any tips and working everyday of the week is running me into the ground and if I have to here anymore shit from customers I'm going to end up losing my job from blowing up at someone.

It doesn't help that my landlord is an asshole who's threatening to evict me because I was two days late on rent last month and said if I was late again I'll be kicked out so I packed my shit after that so if I need to move fast I can. So of fucking course when I saw the ad and called it was still available I'm rushing to check it out.

The guy I talked to said his name was Mason and that I could come by to check out the place the next morning if I didn't care about having two male roommates which is fine by me I know self defense, I might be bigger than others but that doesn't mean I don't and or can't kick someones ass if I need to, I went to self defense classes for a reason.

It's already 11 a.m. and neither of the numbers of my possible roommates have picked up the phone. Fuck this seemed to good to be true but I'll still go and nock on the door and if it's a prank I'll just have to find a different place. Alright 424 this should be it unless I'm on the wrong street because this is a fucking condo complex not an apartment complex. Oh shit, got fucking damnit I'm I lost this isn't the right address, is it?

Fuck it I'm going to pull over and look up the address directions again because there's no way in hell this gigantic black tinted building has a room let alone an entire appartment for less than a few grand a month if not more, hell they'd probably charge seven hundred dollars just for parking my car here for the day.

"Fuck!" my phone ringing all of sudden scared the shit out of me I didn't expect that, oh crap it's the guys about the apartment. "Hello?" "Hello miss y/n this is Mason I apologize about missing your call, I slept pass my alarm I set in order to met with you but if your still interested your welcome to come by and check out the place." "Um yeah about that are you sure the address you listed was correct because if it was I'm outside the building?"

"If your at the corner of Main street and Eastwood, building 424 then yes your here, if you would like I can come down to meet you in the lobby, but I'm afraid I can't come meet you outside because my eyes are extremely light sensitive the passcoad for the door is 892640, I'll stay on the phone just in case you forget the code." "Oh okay that sounds good, but are you sure the rent cost you listed was correct in the ad because it said only five hundred dollars a month for everything included, and this is a condo complex and the price doesn't seem right?" I ask as I walk up to the building after parking.

"Yes that price is correct and yes it is a condo the lobby and the outside of the building make everything seem much more luxurious than it really is, but we can talk more about the details in the lobby if you don't chose to runaway once you see me." "I'm sure you look fine and I'm not easily scared who know you might be freaked out about how I look, also this is such a good deal I'm not sure I could pass it up if I wanted to, but it's so little money for what I'm assuming is a beautiful apartment, though anything's beautiful compared to my current rat hole. Oh and I'm outside the door would you mind telling me that code again."

He chuckles softly and replies. "I highly doubt I would be frightened of you, and I certainly hope your right about not getting scared of me when you see me, and that you like the apartment. Oh and the code is 892640 sorry about that and I'm the only one in the lobby currently. I stand out like a sore thumb, you can't miss me."

"Alright here goes nothing, I guess." I mutter as I put the pin in and open the lobby door. Holy shit I barley walked through the door and this place is huge the rooms lit up a soft white from a giant crystal chandelier hanging from the roof. This place is beautiful the walls are white marbeled with gold, the elevators are black and the chairs are black velvet recliners with a huge glass coffee table with black metal legs in the shape of trees, black marbled streaks running through the glass and an beautiful array of different colors of roses.

Out of everything else in the lobby the thing that stood out the most was the mothman who was seated by the roses he was made up of mostly different shades of blue with blacks, whites, and greys running throughout his body and wings, he was dressed in a white button down and black dress pants and shoes. Holy shit he's gorgeous, who would be scared of him he should be a fucking model with how stunning he is if he isn't one already.

He sighed through the phone. "I'm sorry you can leave if you'd like I wouldn't blame you." I hang up and his face drops when the call disconnects but then turns to surprise when I walk up and stand right in front of him. "Hi I'm y/n, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." I extend my hand out for him to shake. He blinks slowly, his eyes are huge and look like one giant dark blue pupil no wonder he can't go outside right now with how bright it is would probably give him a killer migraine or maybe even blind him.

He slowly reaches out and shakes my hand. Oh wow his fur or hair I'm not sure which but it's so soft. "Mason as you know already and the pleasure is mine miss y/n, thank you for coming if you like we can discuss the apartment down here or up in the apartment if you would like to see it right away. You sounded like your in a hurry to move in, not that it's any of my business but I'd like you to know that if you want the apartment and don't mind my appearance or my roommates whose appearance is like mine just different colors, then the rooms all yours."

"Oh yeah that sounds great and yeah I'm trying to move as soon as possible my current land lord wanted to kick me out the month prior for a being late on rent by two days, and my check was short this week for excuse my language but for shit I didn't even do so yeah I need to move because I won't be able to make the full payment and he will refuse anything less than a full payment the exact day it's due. So yeah that sounds great, and we can discuss it on the way to the up to the apartment or down here wherever is fine."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that, I didn't mean to pry and it's fine you can talk however you like and your landlord sounds like a complete ass by the way no wonder you want to move, and yes on the way up sounds great follow me please oh and just another apology for how my roommate may react to you we don't have many friends because of our appearances and the fact we're nocturnal, epically not human ones. Not that there's anything wrong with humans not at all its just they just don't like us or are scared of us."

He stumbling over his words thinking he's somehow offended me how sweet, he's been nothing but kind so far. We walk to one of the black elevators and step inside he hits the sixth floor out of ten. "It's fine don't worry about it and I'm sure just like I was right about you he'll be wonderful and I'm so sorry I must have messed up your whole sleep schedule today." "

Oh no worries it was no problem really plus I had yesterday and today off work so it really no trouble. Though if my roomate wakes up even though I think he could sleep through a tornado and not know it, but just in case he does wake I'm sorry in advance, because he will most likely not be wearing anything other than his boxers despite how much I tell him to put some pants on or he'll be staring and then freak out and try to hug you or ask you a bunch of ridiculous questions. He's over affectionate and excitable if you ask me."

If his hand was that soft, a hug from either one of them would be like hugging a cloud. I certainly wouldn't mind a hug after the stressful week I've had, and he's been so nice. "Well he sounds like fun in sure we'll get along just fine." With that said the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the sixth floor.

Male Orc OC x Chubby Reader. (Part 1/?)

(Description- His name is Lance Riebeau. He is 25 years old and co-owns and works in the Sugar Rose Cafe which is also split into a deli and bar in the afternoon with the reader. When he's not going on raids or hunting for meat for the deli with his hunting party, he's relaxing in his secluded cabin. He is 7 foot 8, has a scar running across his left cheek bone down to his chin and has another scar that looks like lightening on the right side of his face from his hairline down to his collarbone, other non visible scars along his stomach, back and legs from various fights or mishaps. Has pale grey eyes and dark grayish green skin. Has gold bands on each tusk. Long black hair usually done in a bunch of small braids with many metal and wooden beads, along with colored ribbons with orcish symbols painted on them, some faded others bright and vibrant spread throughout his hair. Black clan/tribe arm sleeve tattoos with scars of different shapes and sizes running down his arms along with the tatoos. Wears plain dark colored t-shirts and jeans with black steel toe boots, though when on raids will wear metal armour with his war axe strapped to his side, and light leather armour with his hunting bow and knife when going on hunts. His personality is gruff, off putting, rude and irritbale around new people or people he doesn't like, though around his hunting party and the reader he's funny, caring, calm, and even sweet. Modern AU but in a small city up in the mountains.)

(Warnings- Language)

"Lance!" Damnit where is he, he knew we had a delivery for new bakery equipment today. "What is it now?" Was Lances gruff reply behind me. "Shit, I've told not to sneak up on me." I say I hold my hand over my racing heart, I swear that man wants me to have a heart attack. "I'm gonna need some help carring in the new equipment for the bakery, the truck is outside and the workers are struggling to bring in the new display case and ovens, all the other stuff was small or at least smaller and less heavy and was easier for me and the two delivery guys to bring in so I need your help with this."

"Lazy fucks just don't want to work or they would have brought more men and wouldn't have asked for your help to carry the shit in when it's their job, they're going to break shit and there's no "we" you'll hurt yourself trying to lift any of that onto the dollies I'll do it just stay here and guide me and those stupid fucks through the door." I huff and puff out my chest. "For one they didn't ask for my help I offered to help and for two I can lift and do things just fine asshat." Shithead acts like I can't do anything. Sighing Lance responds. "I'm aware you can I'm just saying you shouldn't have to and I don't want you to hurt yourself, especially since these fucks get paid for this."

"Fine your forgiven, just hurry because the cafe is still open for coffee and other drinks and the bar and deli is supposed to open at 3 p.m. so we have two hours to unload and setup this shit and then I still have to bake the breads, I'm just glad we cleaned and got the old equipment out two days ago so it's not in the way and we don't have waste time cleaning up the kitchen first. Though having the bakery down for much longer can't happen because where already losing money from it a lot of people come here for our baked goods and sweets." "I know, and yes the sooner it's back up and running the better it is for us." he says with a chuckle.

I open the doors as wide as they can go and put the legs down to keep them open while lance walks up to the two delivery men who are currently struggling to lift one of the ovens. I laugh, while the two men struggle and fail the lift one oven lance lifts its up without a problem and efficiently startling and pissing the guys off. He's already walking back with it without one of the dollies. Damn he's strong. "Lance careful and all of those go on the right where the old ovens used to be, and weather or not you like it your going to have to set the display case on the four dollies so it doesn't collapse on itself and I'm helping to bring it in."

"Tell those two to be careful I know what I'm doing and I can push a dollie with each hand, you tell us where how to go in order to place it up front." He has a point someone needs to tell them where to place the heavy ass thing and direct them into place. "But I want to help I feel like I'm not doing anything." I frown. "You already helped those lazy fucks while I was setting the bar up for this evening, you've done enough because after everything is setup your going to need to prep all the dough and other things for the sweets and bread for the deli right away for today's reopening of the deli and tomorrow's reopening of the bakery and cafe without just drinks. We both know it's going to be packed so your going to have a lot of work to do little baker. So let me do this alright." He says as he pats my head ruffling my hair.

"Hey I have most of it already prepped I just need to bake it I've been here since 2 a.m. instead of 5 a.m. like normal!" He shakes his head and growls at me. "Then you defiantly need a break you didn't tell me that, you said you were going to open the deli back up today while I work the bar tonight, thats to much work for you to be doing by yourself, your over working and not taking proper care of yourself y/n!" "How else was I going to open the deli today without having the bread dough prepped already?"

He snarls at me. "Your taking the day off after you finish baking the bread, I don't care if I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you home and then tie you to your bed if that's what it's going to take to get your stubborn ass to rest then so be it." "Fuck off I already announced that the deli would be open today yesterday, so I can't just not work we own the damned place and need it up and running. I already have everything prepped for the deli I even swept and cleaned the counters and tables off." "Good then you can have the rest of the day off to eat and sleep because I came in at 11 a.m. so I'll handle the deli and bar and we have staff for cleaning up that wasn't your job, but right now I'm going to finish unloading the truck and when I'm done we'll talk more alright?"

He snarling I don't know why he's so pissed it's not like I haven't done something like this before and in my defense I was excited and couldn't sleep anyways so might as well get to work on shit that needs to be done rather than having to rush everything this evening after closing and then having a busy day tomorrow as well. Though I am tired, sore and hungry as hell now that I think about it I haven't eaten anything but small bowl of cereal and a cup of (coffee, tea, hot cocoa ect.) before leaving the house and coming straight here so some late lunch is defiantly needed because I'm a little light headed.

Thirty minutes later after our little argument everything was in place and ready to go. "That was easy next time just tell me right away and those men where useless, they barley could push the ass end of the display case." He scoffed. "Now little lady your going to eat and then bake some bread and afterwards I'm taking your ass home and your going to relax for the rest of the day."

"Lance thank you for caring about my well being but I'll be fine." I say as I stand up off my chair to head towards the kitchen when I get so dizzy I stumble and almost fall, Lance catches me before I can. "Alright that's it fuck this I'll call Mason and tell him he's needed to bake for the deli because I'm taking you home now, no more bitching you know as well as I do that you over did it." As soon as he finished taling he swung me up over his shoulder, blushing I yell. "What the hell alright I'll go home and rest, but put me down right now damnit." He just growls and walks out the front door, people are staring because of all the commotion. He's in deep shit now.

@crystallstaircase

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But then, the truth was never really the point. Thin women don’t tell their fat friends ‘You’re not fat’ because they’re confused about the dictionary definition of the word, or their eyes are broken, or they were raised on planets where size 24 is the average for women. They don’t say it because it’s the truth. They say it because fat does not mean just fat in this culture. It can also mean any or all of the following: Ugly Unhealthy Smelly Lazy Ignorant Undisciplined Unlovable Burdensome Embarrassing Unfashionable Mean Angry Socially inept Just plain icky So when they say ‘You’re not fat,’ what they really mean is ‘You’re not a dozen nasty things I associate with the word fat.’ The size of your body is not what’s in question; a tape measure or a mirror could solve that dispute. What’s in question is your goodness, your lovability, your intelligence, your kindness, your attractiveness. And your friends, not surprisingly, are inclined to believe you get high marks in all those categories. Ergo, you couldn’t possibly be fat.

Kate Harding  (via shakethecobwebs)

“They didn’t build this shit with fat people in mind” she sighed as she wriggled her way out of the just slightly too tight space behind the register.

“But you’re not fat, don’t say that,” he responded.

Tell that to the hips that got caught in a turnstile yesterday and everyday that she forgets...

Moonlight

So I wrote this for my best friend for time pass

Sirius Black X GN!Reader

Kinda what is in it: You hate Sirius Black ......right?

Sirius is so annoying to you because honestly, why is he so fucking narcissistic, like, dude???? So obnoxious and uncaring of anyone else. Over all, he annoyed you to no end, constantly flirting around and making it seem like it's a privilege to be talking to him. Gods, could he be so annoying. So irritating with his stupid messy hair and stupid grey eyes and stupid pink lips and stupid gaze that seemed to peirce through everything. You hate him, end of discussion.

Or so you thought. One night, you see him at the infirmary sitting beside a bed. He was crying while a hand was in his stupid big palms.

The hand belonging to none other than the famous James Potter.

You had heard what had happened. Apparently, some prank they were planning went wrong, they say it was Black's idea.

You just stood there unmoving and silent while the raven haired boy sniffled.

He was mumbling words you couldn't quite hear.

You stepped a bit closer, still trying to stay out of sight.

You heard a few words, words like : punish, mother, James, hate, Mrs Potter and home.

Then it hit you.

How Sirius' complexion changes the moment someone mentions something about families. Reguals had a very bad complexion too. Always.

They never wanted to go home for the holidays

Sirius was so outgoing and fun that you never realized that whenever he stayed for the holidays or went to the Potters' , it wasn't because he wanted to have fun and fool around.

You remember seeing really dark bruises on Sirius after one holiday but you had just assumed it was another prank.

But it all made sense now.

He was a BLACK.

A member or THE Black family.

Of course.

It didn't take a genius to know that they hated muggleborns.

Or that if anyone wasn't a Slytherine, they wouldn't be worthy for the Black family.

Everything was clicking in place.

Why he was so loud, so annoying, so much of an attention seeker, why he always was upto something.

He was didn't doubt the fact he was the black sheep.

So he stood out more and more, if he couldn't change what they thought, he'd change what he was. So he did everything he could to become what others thought he was.

Sirius was still crying. You realized that when a hard sob wrecked through his body.

All your brain had in it now was how he would have his head down, James' hand pressed to his forehead as he cried in the darkness, how his hair would be veiling his face from all sides, how his pale cheeks would now be red and wet because of crying.

Next think you knew, you had Sirius' head pressing against your front as you hugged his shoulders from behind.

The sobs momentarily stopped, the crying boy overtaken by shock.

Slowly, he looked up. His silver eyes bloodshot and shining in the moonlight that entered through the window.

As he looked up, one more tear fell out and onto his cheek, then another, then another and another until he was sobbing again.

He had now fully gave into the emotions, pressing his head back into your chest.

You kissed his forehead and held him close as the annoying prankster let go and brought down every wall he had up.

A few tears escaped your eyes as you saw the ever so smug and pideful looking boy breaking down before you, in the shining moonlight.

It crushed you.

He deserved so much better.

He deserved to be loved just as much as anyone else.

He cried for a long time while you held him, held him all through it until eventually he fell asleep.

Once he was alseep, you laid his head on James' bed and covered him with a blanket.

This stupid egotistical bastard was never gonna be the same as before to you, you knew that.

Nothing could be done.

No one else had witnessed what happened that night, but little parts of the both of them fell a bit deeper in love with the other, not that either had ever truly admitted being in it. No one knew, but hearts were swayed; no one saw, but lives were changed. Forever.

Why is ‘plus size’ even a thing? Like why can’t I just be any other size? God forbid we allow people to be different without alienating them. I just want to shop with my friends. I just want to have clothes that aren’t cheetah print or look like they belong to a sixty year old woman. I just want to be treated as if my size was a second thought. Why is the world made for skinny girls?

Sizes

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Plus-size Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles decides to take his girlfriend shopping and things don’t turn out the way he wants them to

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors, I guess self hate, weight comments

A/N: this will be a very self-indulgent fanfic because i am on the “bigger” side, I’m a size US 12 through US 18 depending on the store, I’ll always look for the XL tops, but yeah, this is something I struggle with. I hope some of y’all can relate to this!

Y/N L/N was in the plane with Charles, they were flying from New York to Monaco. Y/N was listening to music, looking out the window, Charles noticed that Y/N has been a little quiet, this happens every time they visit Y/N’s parents in New York. Y/N doesn’t even know why she bothers visiting them, all they do is talk about her weight.

Y/N has always been a bigger size, even when she was younger. Growing up, her mom would side eye her whenever she would get a second plate, she always heard “si ya comiste un plato, por qué te vas a servir más?” “If You’re hungry, drink water.” It is even worse when she went shopping with her mother and if Y/N says that she can’t find anything in her size, her mom will say “si ya sabes que no hay nada en tu talla, por qué no bajas de peso?” And of course, the ever so great, “no vas a encontrar novio si sigues así de gorda.” When Y/N was a teenager, her mom had her take diet pills from Mexico to help her lose weight. And sure, Y/N lost weight, but she gained it back and her mom never let her hear the end of it, “if you already lost the weight, why didn’t you try to keep it off? I kept the weight off, I’m eating less, why can’t you?” Her mom would send her photos of when she lost weight and text her “look how beautiful you were, try to lose weight.” As if it was so easy. It was even worse when her dad joined in “don’t worry mija, we’ll find a way for you to lose weight.” If you already had one plate, why do you serve yourself more, if you already know there’s nothing in your size, why don’t you lose weight, you’re not gonna find a boyfriend of you’re fat,

So when she visited her mom the first thing she heard was

“Mija, has subido de peso, verdad?” Y/N’s mom Celia, asked, Y/N rolled her eyes. You gained weight, right?

“Hola mami, yo ha estado muy bien, y tú?” Y/N asked sarcastically. Hi mom, I’ve been good, and you?

“Don’t listen to your mother, como has estado, mija? Cómo está tu novio?” Y/N’s dad, Julio, asked, leading Y/N on the couch, how have you been? How’s your boyfriend?

“Ah si, el novio, sigues con él o ya encontró un modelo?” Celia asked, ah yes, the boyfriend, are you still together or did he find himself a model?

“Sí, Mami, sigo con él, ahorita está en el yankee stadium ese para hacer el celebrity pitch.” Y/N said. Yes mom, I’m still with with, right now he’s at the Yankee stadium to do the celebrity pitch

“Ooh si, como no.” Celia commented. “Pero ya que estás aquí, fui a México con tu papá y mi amiga consiguió las pastillas.” Celia got up to go to the kitchen and brought back 3 bottles of pills. “Hay 60 cada uno, tómatelas, quizás por fin serás digno de ser la novia de un piloto de Fórmula uno.” Y/N just stood there and shoved the pills in her bag. Yeah sure, but now that you’re here I went to Mexico with your dad and my friend got me the pills. There 60 in each bottle, take them, maybe then you’ll finally look like an F1 driver’s girlfriend

“Not that this wasn’t fun, pero ya me voy, papi, te quiero mucho, te veo en navidad, mami…adiós.” Y/N said, leaving her parent’s apartment. But I’m gonna go, dad, I love you, I’ll see you at Christmas, mom…bye

Which brings us back to the plane ride. Charles didn’t like seeing Y/N so upset so he tapped her arm and asked Y/N to take off her headphones and she did.

“Mon coeur, do you want to talk about what happened?” Charles asked

“Not really.” Y/N said.

“When we land in Monaco, do you want to go shopping?” Charles asked and Y/N looked confused. “I have this event with APM Monaco, I was thinking we could get some new clothes, doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“I Don’t know, muñeco…” Y/N said but was interrupted by Charles.

“I Don’t like seeing you upset, Mon ange. I want to do this for you, you could pick whatever dress you want, matching shoes, some jewelry…” Charles said and Y/N interrupted him.

“Muñeco, you Don’t really have to.” Y/N said.

“I want to, I want to spoil you, you deserve it.” Charles said, kissing Y/N. “Now get some sleep. We’ll freshen up when we land and then we’ll go shopping.”

So that’s what Y/N did, she slept until the plane stopped. Once the plane landed, they got out and Charles drove them back to his apartment so they could shower. Once showered, Y/N styled her hair and picked out a casual outfit so they could go shopping.

“You look beautiful, Mon coeur.” Charles said, kissing her.

“Thank you, muñeco.” Y/N said, she got her bag and saw the pills in there. She just shoved them in her suitcase before charles could see the,.

“Come on, let’s go to the metropole shopping center, I’m sure they’ll have something beautiful for you.” Charles said. Y/N nods her head. Charles drove to the mall and they entered a fancy dress store.

“Wow, these dresses are beautiful.” Y/N said.

“Yep, I’m going to pick out some dresses for you to try, okay.” Charles said before kissing her cheek and Y/N started to roam around the store.

She a sales lady side eyeing her. It made Y/N feel self conscious, like many times before, Y/N just looked at the dresses, took a picture, and texted her thinner friends saying ‘you’ll love these dresses’ because she sure as hell knows she won’t fit in them. She turned around and saw Charles holding 3 dresses in her preferred colors and preferred style.

“I think you would look amazing in these. I’ll be right outside the dressing room if you need help, okay.” Charles said. Y/N walked into the dressing room and saw herself in the mirror.

“Here goes nothing.” Y/N said. She’s checked the tag and it said it was a size EU 48, which is her size, so as she tried in the dress, she noticed it was a little tight in the waist area. “Muñeco, Can you help me?” Charles pulled back the curtain and got in, closing the curtain behind him. He tried to zip up,the dress but he couldn’t. Everything Celia told her came flooding in her head, she has gained weight, she shouldn’t have eaten so much growing up, it was her own fault that she was fat, she should have kept the weight off. She was so in her head that she didn’t realize she was crying or that Charles was speaking until charles was right in front of her, wiping her tears with tissues that Y/N carrieesaround in her purse.

“Mon ange, are you okay?” Charles asked softly.

“No, I am not okay. This stupid dress doesn’t fit, probably nothing in this store will fit me because I am so fat, maybe I should take those diet pills my mom gave me, I am so ugly.” Y/N sobbed, taking off the dress haphazardly, not caring if she ripped something or not. She put her jeans and oversized t shirt back on but sat down on the floor to sob into her hands. Charles has tears in his eyes, it hurt to hear her talk about herself this way.

“Mon coeur, what happened with your mother?” Charles asked. Y/N got another reissue for her bag and blew her bise before answering him.

“She said that I have gained weight, asked if we were still together or if you found yourself a model girlfriend, and she gave me diet pills so i can lose weight like I did when I was 16/17.” Y/N said. Charles felt angry, how could a mother say that to her own daughter?

“Mon coeur, I love you, you know that, right? I love you so much and don’t worry about the dress, there are other stores that carry bigger sizes and so,étimos the sizing runs short here.” Charles attempts to make Y/N feel better.

“You don’t get it, Charles. You could find a dress that could perfectly fit me and I’m going to hate myself in it, my mom would point out my flaws when we’re shopping ‘you’re back is too wide for that dress, this dress shows off your belly, if you lost 20 pounds, you could pull off that dress’, even if I really liked something I wore, my mom would ruin it for me. And now I say that about myself, it’s so bad” Y/N cried and Charles hugged her, smoothie her back, letting her cry it all out.

“Mon coeur, you need to stop visiting your mother. I know you love your parents but visiting your mom is not healthy for you. You’re not going to take those diet pills, okay? Those things are dangerous and who knows the side effects it might cause. Now listen to me very carefully, you are beautiful, your size doesn’t matter, not to me, I fell in love with you because you’re funny, you are so sweet to everyone, you love animals, you could be a size 50 or a size 32 and I would still love you because of your personality.” Charles said, cupping Y/N’s face, kissing her nose. “Safe to say we won’t be buying this.”

“Yeah, no.” Y/N said, they got out of the dressing room and put the dress back.

“I suggest getting bigger sizes, try being more inclusive.” Charles said befriended leaving the store with Y/N. “I think you deserve some ice cream, don’t you?”

“I would love some.” Y/N said and Charles had his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple before heading to an ice cream shop in the mall.

The End

Hope y’all liked it, this was a very personal one shot for me, this was based off true experiences, I really do struggle with this, I cried while writing.

This is me, sorry for the jump scare