#Body Image Issues

[signanothername]

i like how killer was calling them fat but turned out it was a compliment all along

Killer looks at his counterparts and the far distant memories of the past itch at his brain, he was once just like them, fat, healthy, happy, where his weight went his mind did with it

Killer sometimes states what’s on his mind, not necessarily complimentary or offensively, he can do either/or, but sometimes the itch is strong enough in his brain to just state the obvious, a matter of fact

Of course, with context, it’s definitely complimentary, but to Killer, he just states it, no true emotion behind it, but emotion isn’t necessary cause his mind does wander far away, piecing together the puzzle in his head

Oh how his life fell apart, and all he’s left with is a broken body that he hates

[yearningsaphic]

Does anyone else look in the mirror long enough and examine your features to the point where you start to get physically nauseous? Just me? Ok

[grenadehearts]

hi hi! saw your post for more plus sized reader fics and i thought i might put in my two cents in…

what if reader and kirishima (mha) went out thrift shopping and they reader finds a piece of clothing (top, bottoms, dress anything really) that they really like. but when they try it on (or maybe they buy it and then try it on at home) it doesn’t fit the way they thought it would, and they’re super bummed. (you know since you can’t size up at a thrift store)

essentially more of like a comfort read with clothes and body image

let’s just say that this sort of thing didn’t just happen to me earlier today and i’m not asking out of personal experience wink wink

anyway hope you have a lovely day 💖 (love your fics btw <3)

comfort in your words of praise. e!kirishima x plus!size!reader

authors note: this took me forever to write i've been going through such a writing slump, i have so many ideas of things to write but no little time or motivation, ugh i just really hope i start to feel like myself again, just so burnt out lately. again not my best work at all so very sorry <3 masterlist link here.

You had dragged Kirishima to your favorite thrift shop—a quiet, family-owned place downtown, free from wannabe influencers and Depop resellers snatching up all the good finds. It was late in the evening when you arrived, both of you struggling to find free time between classes and hero work. But after plenty of begging, your schedules had finally aligned.

Nestled between bustling storefronts, the thrift shop was a cozy haven, its windows glowing with swirls of rosy orange. You were practically bouncing with excitement, a mischievous glint in your eye, while Kirishima stood beside you, slightly concerned. He had never seen you this thrilled before—but hey, you really loved thrifting.

Grinning, you tugged him inside, gasping in delight every few seconds. “Kiri, look at this!” you exclaimed, grabbing a thick gray cable-knit cardigan before moving on to flowy floral dresses straight out of a shoujo protagonist’s wardrobe. Kirishima chuckled, watching you flit from rack to rack like a kid in a candy store.

Then, you saw them—a vintage pair of light-wash, low-rise jeans with just the right amount of wear. They were perfect. You could already picture them paired with that black lace tank top you bought a few weeks ago. With a self-assured grin, you made your way to the dressing room—only to find it closed. Your excitement dimmed instantly. You hesitated, staring down at the jeans. Sizing could be so unreliable, especially with your curves. What if they didn’t fit?

Still, you really wanted them. And there was Kirishima, all muscle and a reassuring grin, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs-up. That was enough to convince you.

You bought the jeans, exchanging warm smiles with the elderly couple at the counter as their shop lights bathed you in a soft amber glow. Kirishima grabbed the bag for you, and together, you stepped back onto the street, the sun now saying goodbye to the sky, bathing it in soothing gold and crimson hues.

Back at the dorms, you wasted no time dragging Kirishima into your room, pushing him onto the edge of your bed. “Sit,” you ordered before rushing to the bathroom to try on your new jeans. You wiggled into them eagerly—only to stop short when they refused to go past your thighs.

Your heart sank.

You tried again, tugging harder, but it was useless. The sizing was way off. You felt utterly deflated as embarrassment creeped right in behind it. How could you have been so sure they’d fit?

Minutes passed, and Kirishima, full of concern, knocked on the door. His rough knuckles tapped lightly against the wood. “Hey, you okay in there?” Then, with a teasing laugh, “Didn’t fall in, did ya?”

You cracked the door open just enough for him to see your face—makeup smudged from frustrated tears, raccoon-eyed and miserable. Kirishima’s expression softened immediately. “Oh… Oh, baby.”

Before you could retreat, he pulled you into his chest, his arms strong and steady as you buried your face in his limited-edition Crimson Riot shirt, leaving behind streaks of mascara.

“They didn’t fit, Kiri,” you mumbled between hiccups. “I was so sure they would. I’m so stupid for thinking—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, pulling back just enough to cup your cheek. “Clothes are meant to fit you. You aren’t meant to fit clothes. You know that, right?”

You let out a dramatic groan, storming over to flop onto your bed. “You don’t get it. I’m bigger than all those girls, and every day the internet is pushing some new diet or impossible beauty standard. The second you catch up, there’s a new trend making us insecure again.” Your voice wavered. “I’m so tired.”

Kirishima was by your side in an instant, wrapping you up in his arms, rubbing your back in soothing circles. “You’re beautiful, baby. Don’t listen to that crap. Half the time, it’s just some shitty guys who’ve never even felt the touch of a woman dictating how they think you should look, so not manly.. Manly guys would never dictate a woman's body. I bet Even their moms are disappointed in them.”

You snorted into his shoulder, your giggle muffled against his shirt. He grinned, pressing his forehead against yours. “I need you to know you’re perfect. And tomorrow, we’re going shopping for new jeans. Ones that make you feel good.”

You pulled away slightly, eyes shining. “Really?”

“For you? Of course. We can even check out that new boutique that just opened.”

Your eyes widened. “Kiri, how did you know about that?”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I heard you talking about it with Mina, so I hunted her down and asked for details. I was planning to take you there anyway… was supposed to be a surprise, but, y’know.”

Overwhelmed with excitement, you jumped up, nearly tripping over a pillow in your haste. You flailed for a second before catching yourself, laughing breathlessly as Kirishima quickly reached out, ready to steady you.

He let out a nervous chuckle. “Whoa there, you okay?”

Without hesitation, you launched yourself at him, sending him sprawling back onto the bed with a soft “oof.” His hands instinctively landed on your hips, his face going bright red as you beamed down at him. “I’m gonna give you the biggest smooch ever.”

Kirishima swallowed thickly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Please?”

[vvifeys]

sevika with reader who is insecure about her body?

no matter what.

sevika x insecure!reader. tw: body image issues, reader is nitpicking. men dni! a/n: the dialogue is probably a bit out of character for sevika, and i do apologize for that. i've never written for her before, and wanted to aim for a more comforting scenario so... i did my best.

you stood there, staring at yourself in the mirror. your eyes were roaming over your body, picking apart every little blemish or mark you could see. this had become a regular routine since sevika often worked late into the night. she'd caught you doing that once, and after a two hour long discussion and comforting words from her end, you had promised her you'd never start that again. 

it worked pretty well, you always did your best to keep your promises to sevika. you were proud of yourself for how long you'd gone without criticizing yourself for every little thing, but that all shattered once you'd found that one of your favorite pairs of pants didn't fit right anymore. ever since then, its been back to the same old routine. 

every night you were back in the bathroom in your sleepwear, ridiculing yourself for the stretch marks that were visible on your thighs, the scars on your arms and torso from various fights and falls, the way your stomach wasn't as defined as you wanted it to be... sevika immediately came to your mind. she was gorgeous, the scars she had definitely suited her, you told yourself. she was more toned, carried herself more confidently, she knew she was hot and she worked that well. you'd always compared yourself to her, telling yourself that she deserved someone better. someone who could keep up with her, someone who could match her confidence, it always led you to wonder why she never left to find someone better suited.

"what are you doing?" you jumped at the sudden interruption to your thoughts, your heart dropping to your feet at the familiar voice.

you sighed before turning and seeing sevika leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. she was home awfully early, but you couldn't bring yourself to question that right now. her brown eyes were locked on yours, and... wait, was that concern you saw? she wasn't angry at you?

"vika, i'm sorry, i know-"

"stop." she cut you off, pushing herself off the doorframe and walking up behind you. she rested her head on your shoulder, the cool metal of her mech arm sending a light shock to your warm body as she rested her hand on your hip. "you're so gorgeous, love, it makes me sad to see you do this. you know im here for you, right? no matter what." her voice was soft, her gaze was on yours through the mirror. 

"i know, i know. i'm sorry, really, i tried. i was good until those pants didn't fit, and everything just spiraled from there, i know its stupid. you probably don't even care-" you rambled, a nervous habit sevika had known all too well. 

"dont talk like that, sweetheart, i do care. and its not stupid. i just... wish you could see yourself how i see you." she murmured, her flesh hand lightly tracing the line of your underwear. 

"what are you talking about? you could find somebody so much better suited for you than this." you tell her, vaguely gesturing at your body. she grabs both of your hands with hers, turning you around so your back is to the mirror, and all of your focus is on her. 

"listen to me. i dont want anybody else. there isn't anybody better for me than you, love, and this-" she drops one of your hands to gesture to you just like you had, "-is the best thing to ever happen to me. you make me excited to come home, excited to see you again," sevika pauses to take a breath, her gaze never leaving your face. "you didn't leave me whenever i lost my arm, did you? why would i do that to you?"

that hit you harder than it should've. your brain flooded with the memories of how often she'd come to you with tears in her eyes because she was scared you'd see her differently. you knew she had gone through the exact same thought process you had, you knew she understood. tears sprung to your eyes as you pulled her in for a hug, arms looping around her neck as you went up on the tips of your toes to properly embrace her. her arms gently snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against her. 

you both stood in the middle of the bathroom like that for what felt like forever before you finally pulled back. you wiped your face, sniffling before finally speaking. 

"thank you, vika. i'm sorry again. i promise it really won't happen again." your voice was more confident now, you were more comfortable than before. 

"good girl. let's go to bed now, yeah?" sevika asked, gently grabbing your hand. you nodded, pulling her along into the bedroom. she raised the comforter for you, waiting until you got under and got comfortable before laying next to you. you immediately scoot closer, your head resting on her chest as you feel her arm wrap around your shoulders.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

again, im so sorry for the (most likely) out of character sevika. hopefully this lived up to your expectations, anon <3

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

A Night of Firsts

In which you, dear reader, are the object of a certain druid's desires and agree to meet him for a night of passion...it also happens to be your first time. NSFW

You’re so nervous as you walk through the woods.

What if he hates what he sees? What if I’m awful? What if—

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sight of the man who had asked you to meet him---the tall druid with the kind heart. Leaning against a tree, you noticed the very large muscles in his arms seemed tense. Is he nervous? Surely not? He’s older than you’ll ever be, and surely…

“Forgive me.” He offered a rueful smile as he turned to face you. “I was afraid you wouldn’t show.”

You were taken aback by his words. Didn’t think I’d show up? For him? “I-I wouldn’t dream of it.” You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, trying desperately not to appear just as nervous as he is. “Sorry to have kept you waiting, Halsin.”

He holds up his hand and smiles ruefully. “Oh! I didn’t mean to imply you’re late. Tis a beautiful night.” Chuckling, he looks apologetic. “Forgive me once more, my dear. It’s been some time since I’ve been with a lover.”

Before you have time to think, to consider what words you would say next, they tumble out of you. “Well, I’ve never even had one!”

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

OH GODS!

Why did I say that?!

Halsin, thankfully unaware that you wish the earth so he loves would swallow you whole, stares at you with his mouth agape. “You…truly? It’s not that it’s a bad thing, mind you. I’m simply surprised. Surely there are those in the city who have…” He chuckles again, and you cannot help but notice how seemingly boyish he looks in that moment. “No. Maybe it’s your choice, and it’s—”

“Not by choice.” You say quietly, looking down at the ground. You remember all the times your affections were rejected---both gently and not---and your heart breaks a little. Sometimes it was as pleasant as it could be. Sometimes it was awful. Other times, though, you were told that no one would ever love a woman of your size. “No one chooses to fuck a fatty” was what the last one said to me. You did not realize you were crying until a rough, calloused thumb touched your cheek.

“My heart, let me dry your tears.” He gently wiped away the tears with one hand, while the other rested on your waist. “You are loved…and desired. Very much so.” As your eyes met his, you felt reassured by his warm smile. “I will be gentle of course. I want this to be—”

You cannot help yourself. “Just as nature intended?” You grin, your nose wrinkling just a little.

He barks a laugh. “I was going to say, ‘wonderful for you’ but sure, my heart, that works too.” His other hand fell to the other side of your waist, and he squeezed gently. “So beautiful. I am honored to be your first, dear one.” His large hands traveled up and down your sides, only the thin fabric of your nightshirt between his touch and your skin. “You’re so soft and inviting…” He stepped back and within a moment his clothes were off.

Oh.

OH.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

You could not help but wet your lips upon seeing him.

He is so big. Everything about him is big. His heart. His kindness. His gentleness.

HIS HUGE COCK.

“Cat got your tongue, my heart?” Halsin teased, stepping back towards you, his massive hands on your shoulders.

“More like a bear, love.” You hesitate for a moment, trying to gather the courage to remove your own clothes. What if he—

He placed a gentle kiss on your head. “Take your time. We’ve no rush.”

Oh, you sweet, wonderful bear elf man. You hesitate for a second before speaking. “I-it’s not that. I’m just being silly…”

Enveloping you in his arms, he shook his head. “Whatever it is, it’s not silly or else you wouldn’t be so bothered, my heart. What troubles you?”

What’s been troubling me since I was a little girl. What troubles me every time I express interest in someone and get rejected. What troubles me when I feel the stares every time I eat. You close your eyes, screwing them shut. “I want this…want you more than anything…I-I’m sorry about how I look.”

“Why be sorry when you have nothing to be sorry for?” He buried his head in your hair, breathing in your scent. “You are the loveliest of nature’s creations.” His large hands roamed over your thin nightshirt. “And you feel…” Halsin moaned. “Incredible.”

With how close the two of you were, you could feel his enormous muscles and how hard he was. If he truly believes that I’m beautiful, then I should trust him. Believe him. Let him love me because gods do I want him. “So do you, Halsin.” You whisper, tentatively running your hands up his chest. Karlach said to be bold and brave in love, so I shall! Getting on the tips of your toes, you lean up to kiss him and wrap your arms around his neck.

As his lips meet yours, he grunts and lifts you off the ground slightly in a massive bear-like hug. OH MY GODS!!?!?! Though it ends as quickly as it began, you feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest not out of nerves but because you never thought that would ever happen. “Gods,” you breathe, your generous bosom rising and falling rapidly. “I—”

He smirked a little, still holding you. “I take it you liked that then?”

If anyone doesn’t like that, then they should have their head examined. You chuckle, step back, and begin to pull off your nightshirt. Halsin licks his lips in anticipation, watching your every move. While you still feel self-conscious, Halsin’s presence does calm you slightly. The cool night air sends a shiver up your spine, your nipples hardening due not only to the temperature but also your arousal.

Just as you are about to pull down your trousers, Halsin shakes his head. “Please, my heart. Allow me.” His voice is soft as he pushes your hands off the waistband. He hooks his very large fingers inside and ever so slowly pulls them and your smalls down. “Oak Father preserve me, such beauty!” You gasp as he gets on his knees, pulling your trousers and smalls past your big fat butt. He stops for a moment, his extremely large hands cupping your behind. “Nature made you so supple, so soft, my heart.” Spending a few moments rubbing your ass, he places several kisses along your lower belly.

Gods, I’m burning up. He hasn’t done anything yet, and I’m already a quivering mess. You glance down at him and notice his hazel eyes glowing gold. “Love?”

He continues his ministrations, small growls escaping him. “The bear grows more wild every second. All because of you.” Halsin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “But I will not go into wildshape tonight. Not for your first time. There will be other nights…other nights when,” he groaned, burying his face in the curls at the apex of your thighs. “I can put a ‘cub’ or two in you.”

You blink. You did not think it was possible for you to be even more turned on, but somehow the druid managed it. You manage to get a squeak out as you unconsciously rub your thick thighs together.

Halsin chuckles. “Does that excite you, my heart? Your scent tells me yes. Your movements tell me yes.” His hands gripped her thighs as he pressed kisses to them. “But do you say?”

Taking yet another page from Karlach, you lean down and tilt his face up, “Fuck yeah.” DEFINITELY INTERESTED IN THAT. “Should I, erm…my pants…?”

He nods quickly. “Forgive me, of course. Let me,” he pulls your trousers all the way down, admiring you. You step out of them (finally) and are completely bare to him. And he likes this. Likes me. I can’t even believe it, but it’s true. You cannot help but blush, your arms crossing your ample chest. “You truly are nature’s most beautiful creation, my heart.” He clears his throat, still looking at you at a goddess. “Let’s lie down.”

When he’s in wildshape, then I’ll get my ass cacked in dirt and mud. Tonight however, it’s a bed. You smirk as you snap your fingers, and within moments, a king-size bed, surrounded by candles and lanterns, appears in the forest. I’m a sorceress. This is child’s play.

Halsin begins to laugh and then pulls you into a hug. “Don’t fancy a romp on nature’s floor tonight, my love? Though I must say, this is quite romantic.” Kissing your head, he sighs happily. “Here’s hoping I can live up to it by giving you everything you deserve and more.”

You kiss his chest before sitting at the edge of the bed, slowly pushing yourself backwards up to a pile of fluffy pillows. “No matter what it will be, love.”

“That you have such confidence in me is reassuring.” He teases, grabbing his rock-hard cock and squeezing the tip slightly. “But before we begin, you need to know that all this,” he moaned as he ran his hand up and down his swollen length. “is because of you. You’re beautiful inside and out. So, so beautiful…” He murmurs and begins to crawl up to you. “When I look at you, I see a goddess of abundance---in kindness, heart, courage,” he pushes your thick thighs apart and stares hungrily at your throbbing cunt. He grips your thick, soft thighs, kneading them. “Softness…such sweet softness, my heart.” He looks at you expectantly.

You can only nod in return. You are seemingly unable to find your voice as he grins and then starts to utterly devour you. Without thinking, you begin to tug his hair. “Oh gods, I’m so—” You say quickly and loosening your grip.

“Pull if you wish, my heart. I don’t mind.” He chuckles, his hazel eyes full of mirth. He then returns to licking and sucking you, moaning loudly all the while. As for you, you cannot stop tugging on his long hair, the feel of his braids on your fingers somehow sexier than seeing them. Gods, Halsin… His hands squeeze your hips to prevent you from moving too much, and you not so secretly want him to hold your hips more often. It’s hot. Him touching me likes this makes me feel so sexy. So desirable. Never felt like this before.

“Hal-Halsin, fucking hells…” You manage to get out as one of your hands starts to knead one of your breasts. Want more. Want him all over me. In me. Any way I can have him.

He lifts his head slightly, the amused look still in his eyes. “That’s it. Good girl. Keep touching yourself. There’s a good girl.” As he dives back into your cunt, one of the hands on your hip travels to your lower belly.

The coil inside you seems to get tighter and tighter as his tongue laps at you, as he touches you, and as you touch yourself. And all too soon for you, the coil snaps and you thrust upwards into Halsin. You feel as if you black out for a moment or two, and when you come to, Halsin has the remnants of some of your spend on his lips.

“You taste sweeter than honey, dear one. I cannot wait to find out how you feel around me.” He leans over you, and you suddenly feel so small and I’m not small! Though no matter how imposing his size is, his expression is gentle. “I’m going to use a finger or two first, my heart. As you can see, I’m quite…large. I don’t want you to be in any pain. However,” he offered a toothy grin. “I think you’re wet enough for me.”

As one of his fingers enters you, you determine quite quickly that you are not prepared for even how large the finger is. You squirm and gasp, feeling so deliciously full from just one of his fingers. “Love, please…need more…”

“You’re sure you’re in any pain, my heart?” He asks, his nose nuzzling yours.

“No, just want more of you. Please.”

His lips gently kiss yours, a second finger now entering you. You moan wantonly as his inhumanly large and very sexy fingers stretch you. “Do you think you’re ready for me?”

FUCK YES! “Gods yes, please.” You beg, panting as he removes his fingers.

Within seconds, you can feel the blunt tip of his engorged member at your entrance. “I will go slow, my heart, and be gentle.” He seems like he’s more telling himself that than me. Oh Halsin, I trust you. Slowly, he moves inch by inch.

I believe Astarion would call this “exquisite torture.” It feels like he’s tearing me apart while I want more. More. More of him. Gods, please. You babble incoherently, ranging from praise to sweet nothings.

Loud grunts and honeyed words fall from Halsin’s lips as he finally is fully hilted inside you. You both moan at the same time, and you nod at him to continue.

He thrusts gently the first few times, but then he picks up the pace. His pelvis collides with yours, faster and faster.

“My love, come again for me. I know you can do it. I know you can.” He pants, his hazel eyes gazing into yours. “Be a good girl and come for me. Just one more time. You can do it.”

That is all you need as you scream your second release, and your vision turns white. You are vaguely aware of Halsin burying his head into your shoulder, his nails digging into your wide, soft hips. He comes yelling your name. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, his seed spilling in you. When he is finished, Halsin wraps his arms around you and rolls you both on your sides. One arm is snugly around your thick waist, while the other is caressing your cheek.

“Well, that was,” you smile softly. “amazing. Will it be like that every time, love?”

He chuckles. “If that is your desire, then yes. We still have so much to explore together, my heart. In fact,” his eyes turn golden as he grins. “should you desire it, more of myself would like to—”

Halsin does not finish the sentence.

You are already kissing him passionately.

It’s bear time.

And yes, I do desire it.

[screams-in-writing]

Hehehehehehehe :)

This got longer than expected, but hey, more to read, right? A little background explanation, then there’ll be that preview of what I’ll eventually get to in the fic with mc/reader and Mr. Puzzles.

Keep in mind the fics tags/warnings of the fic since this isn’t on ao3 yet (I’ll tag some things for the post)

Also- note that what’s written here may be subject to some change once the chapters prior to it are posted (and that more edits may be done).

Context-this would be once reader and Mr puzzles are on better terms and have actually spent time together-like some of the other snippets I did where mr puzzles shows himself to be very in others space and touch starved. Like, there is interest in MC/reader yet not acted on, both trying to figure where the other stands on an unspoken friendship of around a month and a half (or two) whether it’s mixed with more since it seems a bit too fast for what little Mr. Puzzles has offered up of where he came from.

But teasing? Teasing and verbal sparring seems to be safe until it leads to a hug in the following future chapter. which would be fine for friends, but the whole hugging your friend while they’re shirtless while also checking them out a bit too closely and experiencing emotions is maybe a little past being just friends? Reverse strip tease I think? Hmu if this needs more tags. I think this is toeing the T rating even if I cut some things out.

Ok enough of me yammering. Short Mr puzzles pov, and then the mc/reader’s.

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I didn’t anticipate for you to visit me at the edge of town in my pitiful, sparse home I’d claimed the first day I’d arrived. 

It was a welcome distraction, however. Though, spending time with you was becoming less a distraction and more surprisingly welcome company. The only problem was that it was not good timing on your part until I belatedly recall that you’d agreed to meet me here today. 

I’d even given you get a set of keys to the place after you convinced me to set locks into the small, dilapidated house if I really wanted to stay there. I highly doubted this would have been able to be done in a large city, without paying for the place. For some reason, there appeared to be pity for me here on town, and that allowed me to somehow stay here in this building for as long as I needed to. 

There is a knock on the door to the chosen ‘bedroom’ but instead of reacting, I found myself frozen in place as I realized my current predicament. I had just been doing some routine maintenance with the tools this world was able to provide for me, until I heard otherwise from SMG4. 

But this meant that I was not currently dressed for company. I was also so very exposed and it was nerve wracking to think of anyone seeing the upper half of my body without clothing covering it. All that was there was a black towel that I’d loosely wrapped around my neck to help me not stare at the mess my neck had become. What with all the wires underneath skin supporting my spine, and the way bits of wire and metal poked in and out of my skin without the protective layer of fabric I kept around the wires. 

I completely missed the sound of a key on a lock, signaling that you’d opened the front door and locked it. With rising trepidation, I realized I’d foolishly left my door half-open right before you knocked on it. Swiftly, I crossed my arms over my chest and abdomen Thank goodness I’d finished the internal inspection a half hour prior to this moment, while I attempted to work up the nerve to do see to my his back. But that would require me to take my head off, place it behind myself on a table and contort my arms to perform the inspection, though it would be difficult without the tools I needed Smg4 to agree to get to me.

“Puzzles?” It is you. “Are you in there?”

“Yes.” I stuttered. Goodness, I was not well-prepared to be around anyone. “Do give me one moment to get myself presentable-“ My screen flashed to worry upon hearing a soft intake of breath. My shoulders hunched up as I pressed my arms tightly over my front. “I am hideous at present, my dear.” I couldn’t hide the tremble in my voice, refraining from smacking the side of my head to reset it forcibly. “Just…just let me find where I put my dress shirt. I’ll cover up and-“

“You’re not hideous, Puzzles.” You tell me patiently, entering the room with slow footsteps. 

I don’t quite believe it, but I feel there is sincerity in your voice. It made me relax somewhat. I even perked up when I heard curiosity next. 

“I’ve been wondering what you looked like without your dress shirt on all the time.” You commented, before adding. “More so different clothing styles, but also how the heck your body is shaped that way.”

“Oh? You’ve wanted to see me without my clothes? How scandalous.” I teased, slipping more comfortably into a showman attitude to hide the very real fear of the rejection that lurked in my mind that if you saw me without a persona and the confidence as well as the unsightliness of my exposed body, you wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore. That you wouldn’t want to get closer to me more than you already were, despite how desperately I wanted to spend more time with you. 

“I can wait outside the room, if you’re uncomfortable with me seeing you like this. I thought you might be resting, after yesterday. Plus, you know, we’re supposed to hang out today and temporarily forget about work? Relax?”

“Relax.” I repeated dubiously, before sighing theatrically without moving my arms from their crossed position. “I do recall that being the plan now, my dear.”

“Do you want me to leave?” You asked again, not having taken another step toward me. 

I hesitate, considering. 

Usually, I never let anyone see me so vulnerable, and yet.  

And yet you and I have had some rather interesting heart to heart conversations over these past few months. It wouldn’t be too bad if I let you see some of me like this? Slowly, I lower my left arm, and held it out to the side, palm up and held rather steadily, I must admit. Then, scrounging up the courage before I changed my mind, I spoke softly as a contemplative expression settled over my face. “You may…come closer, but do not look at my front, please.” I pressed my right arm across my chest nervously. 

(There will be a transition of maybe a few more sentences before it switches to readers pov-so it would be technically a new chapter)

You wondered if you should insist that Mr. Puzzles didn’t have to do anything that made him this uncomfortable; hunched shoulders, leaning forward a touch, antenna poking up out of the hat twitching in what you could only presume was nerves. 

And yet, he held a hand up, clearly seeking comfort because you didn’t need to hold Mr. Puzzles hand to inspect his exposed back. But this also gave you an earlier opportunity than later on to try something you’d been wanting to for at least a week. You weren’t entirely sure how he’d react, and perhaps being without clothing on his upper half might make your half-baked plan coming over here more difficult. 

There was only one way to find out. 

You stepped forward, watching Mr. Puzzles carefully for any other signs of discomfort, but he remained stiffly in place at the edge of the stool he was seated on. Reaching out with your own left hand, you set it on his, but after grasping it in what felt a reassuring way, he let go of you and went back to planting both arms across his chest from the way his fingertips dug into either shoulder lightly, on either side of a black bath towel wrapped around his neck. 

“It’s all right.” Mr Puzzles whispered. 

You’re not sure if he’s trying to convince you or himself.  You’ moved to stand behind Mr. Puzzles after he let go of your hand, momentarily marveling that even seated on a stool the top of the TV set he called a head came to the top of your shoulders while you were standing.

“You’re ridiculously tall.” You commented, dropping your gaze to beneath the towel around his neck as a low chuckle emitted from Mr. Puzzles. 

“Better to oversee everyone in the cafe, no?” Amusement, and nervousness. 

“Sure, and for keeping a lookout for me?” You asked casually as you inspected the way his sleek robotic arms were attached to what was left of Mr. Puzzles’ human shoulder. It didn’t look sore around the attachment area but you weren’t certain if it was normal for where he came from for skin to be colored as it was. Slightly gray from where the robotic limbs were as the color went up what was left of the shoulder and spiraled across over his left and right shoulder blades. 

“I have noticed you, at times.” Mr. Puzzles said eventually, in a causal way. “Though ordinarily when you attempted to sneak up to that podcast area of yours before you so kindly invited me up to visit.”

“Like we didn’t notice you trying to eavesdrop a few times?”

“You could never prove it.” Mr. Puzzles hummed. 

“Probably not. You move pretty quick for being so tall as well.”

“One of my many charms.” Mr. Puzzles said proudly. 

“Running away?” You teased, thinking about the time Mr. Puzzles fled through the back door of the cafe and was gone before anyone could figure out what had happened was that his apron had been tugged at and he thought it was one of your roommates come back to get him for flirting with you. 

You think it was flirting, anyway. 

“Staying hidden.” Quiet. Contemplative. 

That…didn’t sound like a good thing.

You stared at the back of Mr. Puzzle’s tv head, then continued roving your gaze over his back when he had nothing more to say. 

Mr. Puzzles spine was…a distressingly visible bumpy line down his back all the way down to where it disappeared down his pants, the suspenders hanging off either side of the belt. There were no obvious robotic parts, just skin that was that graying color that trailed up past his waistline. Upon closer inspection, you could see what appeared to be a line of raised skin along the entire length of Mr. Puzzles spine. You glanced at the back of his head again, then stepped forward to  lightly brushed a few fingers along the raised skin, drawing out an involuntarily shiver from Mr. Puzzles. 

Scar tissue. 

Really thick scar tissue, as if it had been repeatedly cut open and sewn shut. 

“Hey, Puzzles?” You see the way his head tilts to the side, his fingers digging slightly harder into his shoulders. “Can I…give you a hug?”

A very long silence before a very slow exhale sounded. 

“You may. As long as you don’t…”

“…look at your front?”

“Yes.” Quiet.

“Can I touch or-“

“I would presume so for a proper hug.”Attempted amusement poor hiding of the desperate need for touch. 

“Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop?” You think you hear a muttered ‘would never be too much’ but couldn’t confirm as Mr. Puzzles�� merely straightened up and held ramrod still as if he were about to be hit instead of hugged. 

That made you sad to think that he was nearly flinching as though expecting the worst despite your intentions being pretty clear with your words. Stepping forward, you lightly touch a shoulder blade, drawing forth a stronger shiver before mr puzzles practically leaned back into it.  His skin was slightly cooler to the touch than when he was wearing clothes. Then, he seemed to be warmer, and you couldn’t help but wonder if whatever had been troubling him, especially this past month, might be the reason. 

Mr. Puzzles uttered your name in a barely there whisper. 

You take a final step and lean in, deciding first where to rest your head before carefully wrapping your arms around middle, just below where his arms crossed over his chest. It was always a surprise that you could practically touch your own sides if you wished while hugging me puzzles with how slight he was around the middle compared to his ridiculously wide set shoulders and broad chest. But you merely hold your hands over his middle and press your arms into his skin, drawing yet another shiver. 

Was the temperature difference too much?

“That…feels nice.” Mr puzzles murmured appreciatively. 

Ah.

He liked the sensation of you touching him, perhaps a little more than when you had grabbed his antenna and yanked them, only to, after a very long conversation, pet them at Mr puzzles request about two weeks ago. It had left him a happy puddle of static buzzing and a fast heart rate. 

“This okay?”

“Mmhmm.” He sighed near dreamily. 

You decided to unclasp your hands to trace your fingertips along Mr. Puzzles quivering lower abdomen. This caused him to let out a little whine of static, trembling in place as if not sure whether to press into your touch or lean against you. 

When you note that Mr. Puzzles had begun to fidget you stopped, about to move your arms away when his own arms moved to clasp your hands with his own. Mr. Puzzles stayed motionless for a moment as he held your hands, before, with a little shake, settled them over his chest so you could feel his heartbeat. 

And more crisscrossing of strategically placed lines of scars that reminded you too much of a cadaver in a horror game you’d played.

You focused on his heartbeat instead. 

The two of you stayed in place like that for a moment before Mr. Puzzles eventually yet reluctantly relinquished his hold if your hands and dropped his own onto his lap. 

He was being uncharacteristically quiet. 

“Where’s your shirt?” You think he might feel better if he could see you and reciprocate a hug, but for that, he would need something to put on. 

A hand rose to point a digit to the left. 

You step over to the dress shirt (this one gray instead of white) and walked back to drape it over his shoulders. You watched as he slipped the sleeves over his arms and just as he was about to button it up you had inspiration strike you. Stepping obviously up behind him you lean into mr puzzles back again and shooed his hands away as you began to button the dress shirt up instead. 

Look at you go! All those dark morning fumbling with clothes  with buttons on occasion paid off and it drew an interesting reaction from Mr. Puzzles. 

“Not that I’m not flattered with this assistance but may I ask why?”

“Why not?” You respond, doing the last button right before you wrapped your arms around Mr. Puzzles again. “You look good in these clothes.”

“I do?” Uncertainty, then. “Well, of course, I do!”

You coax one of the suspended straps over Mr. Puzzles’ shoulder before he catches one of your arms. 

“I do believe I am capable of dressing myself, my dear.” 

“Yeah, you are, but I think you like me helping out?”

“And you deduced this how?”

“You’re letting me.” You point out as you let the other suspender strap snap over Mr. Puzzles other shoulder. 

“I do suppose that is true.” Mr Puzzles began to do his freaky 180 head turn, only to stop with a full body grimace and hastily turn it back forward. 

You take the opportunity to steal his bow tie that he was reaching for and step off to the side and out of ways reach of long gangly arms. You can’t help but let out a snort of amusement when Mr Puzzles gracefully spins the stool with a leg to face you. He studied you with an expression of amusement on his tv face.  You wordlessly hold up the bow tie and wiggle it. 

“I get up and you won’t get far.” Mr Puzzles said after a moment. The screen switched to a light smile and hooded eyes. 

He was really bad at hiding his interests even if those interests were likely to scoop you up and hold you in his lap or something while he soaked up his ‘allotted cuddling’ for the day. 

“Who said I was going to run?” You offer back. 

Intrigue, then a slightly manic smile.

Oh, you definitely got him interested in whatever it was you had in mind.

Mr. Puzzles stood up, and slowly approached you, watching you closely as he retained eye contact. How he did that with a static expression, you weren’t sure, but it sure was impressive. In two long steps, Mr Puzzles stood before you and held out a hand with a flourish, as if expecting you to bestow upon him the bow tie.

You reach over for the step-stool nearby and make a show of climbing the two steps as though it was an arduous task, drawing an appreciative chuckle for the theatrics. You reached out with your hands, making it clear you intended to do the bowtie for him too.

Mr. Puzzles indulgently stooped while keeping his neck upright. This close to him you could hear the fuzz of the screen and the huff of laughter over you clearly struggling to get the bow tie in place. 

“I guess it’s easier on the tutorial.” You eventually admit, jumping a little when Mr. Puzzles’ hands come up around yours.

“And most I assume are for one wearing the bow tie. Here.” He guided you through getting the bowtie into place, only to switch to a grin when it was done and you’d lowered your hands with his still around yours, as if Mr. Puzzles was reluctant to let go of you. He looked like he might try to pick you up despite his neck troubling him.

“Want to go to the other room?” You asked casually, as if Mr. Puzzles hadn’t just begun to pet the back of your hands with his ungloved ones while retaining a semblance of eye contact with you. 

“How about a change of venue?” Mr. Puzzles asked, his tone a little deeper than before, rougher. “I think it might be more private in the dimension in my mind.”

Okay, giving him undivided attention appeared to bring out the possessiveness, so time for a diversion to defuse that, and a great time, you think, to push things a little farther to let Mr. Puzzles know you did have interest in him and were down for whatever, even if it as cuddling and handholding at this point, like he insinuated yesterday, as if it were scandalous for friends to do. 

You don’t think it is, but whatever. If that was his current comfort zone you’d go with it and back off if your next words and actions went over poorly. “You have a ridiculously grabbable waist that allows a perfect angle to switch to grabbing your ass.” 

“Oh?” Mr puzzles screen flicked through a series of expressions before landing on a curious eyed eke with a smirk. “How raunchy. You’re lucky we’re not on one of my sets where that’d be highly inappropriate.”

“And since we’re not on a set?” You asked with curiosity, only to nearly jump out of your skin as Mr Puzzles has managed to move in that freakishly fast way of his where he now had you  up against a wall, hands on either side of your shoulders on said wall. 

“I would say I’m very…interested, to see where this is going.” Mr. Puzzles carefully lowered his tv head to rest it over yours. That didn’t seem comfortable to press his screen into the wall but he wasn’t found so very hard. 

You didn’t gove yourself time to think and reached out to grasp his hips. 

Mr puzzles trembled in place.

“You want me to keep going?”

“wouldn’t have said I were interested if I didn’t mean you to.”  Mr. Puzzles sounded oddly breathless. 

“You going to be okay, big guy?” You asked. “Just touching your hips seems to have gotten you all hot and bothered.”

“Unoriginal. Use something other than ‘hot’ and ‘bothered.’ Too cliche.” 

“I’ll give you cliche, ass.” And you promptly tugged him forward to grab said ass. His stupid, stupid backside that should not fit his lanky, weirdly built body. 

Mr. Puzzles hands pressed harder into the wall. 

“Any requests?” You asked, as if you weren’t just kneading him through his pants and making him shake. 

“Perhaps it is a bit too much?” Mr. Puzzles gasped out. It sounded like his screen was flashing through a lot of pictures and faces.

You stop, only for him to let out a frustrated whine. 

“I didn’t mean for you to actually stop.” 

You frown up at Mr. Puzzles, take in the pointed not looking at you as he kept his screen pressed to the wall, and then glance down. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

“We can stop.”

“No, please continue.”

“We’re going to have another talk okay? Like we did about your antenna.”

A hum of agreement and then a desperate, softly uttered ‘please’. 

“This is okay, what we’re doing right now?” You asked again, wanting to make sure he wasn’t just stuck in the touch starved sensation where anything felt nice.

“Yes, yes it is.” A little snappish as the tv head leaned back for Mr. Puzzles to presumably eye you. “Do your worst. I am perfectly fine with where this is headed.”

“Okay, here goes.” You set one hand lightly on his hip while you followed the urge to give his ass a final slap through the pants that made Mr. Puzzles give a high-pitched yelp of surprise, as if not entirely expecting that.

He sank to the floor on his knees with a flushed expression flashing across his face. Mr. Puzzles buried his screen into his hands, but you catch a glimpse of the screen that showed off blushing, a small technicolor smile and a set of eyes set off to one side away from where you stood.

You decide to let Mr. Puzzles have some dignity while he gathered himself, but you can’t help leaning over pat his head, since it was easier to access when he was crouched or kneeling. The whisper of ‘good boy’ came out unbidden when you pet the side of his screen and an antenna, half-thinking he’d bat your hand away and scoff at you.  You did not expect the noise Mr Puzzles made as he sank entirely to the floor, curling up and pressing his hands into his tv face harder as his expression burned bright, his facsimile eyes on you this time, like he was seeing you in a new light and was very, very curious.

Wow.

Okay.

You knew Mr. Puzzles liked praise with that ego of his, but this flustered demeanor was new compared to the awkwardness of trying to strike up conversation with you in the first week of being here in the world.

[markkiatocafe]

like 5 minutes ago i was crying abt how ugly and disgusting i felt and then i took a shower, listened to pado, and ate a slice of bread and hey i think im ok now

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

do you remember how in one of your fanfics, the one where Adam is self conscious about his weight, that if Adam if made as a girl back in Eden he would’ve taken him straight away when he was banished to be his queen? do you think there is the tinniest possibility that you could make a one shot of that? Pretty please 🙏

Adam knew it was silly, he was the first man he was perfect in every way.

But on nights like this, when all he could do was look in the mirror and wonder about everything that could have been.

If he had been a woman, would Lucifer had picked him to fall into Hell with him and made Adam his queen? Would that mean all their kids would be theirs?

He cupped his pecks, yes they were on the softer side but they weren't full blown boobs. He was a B cup at best. His stomach was too big, the swell disgusting him and his ass was too big too.

He hated what he saw.

No wonder Lucifer left him behind........ He'd leave him too, who would want this? He pictured what he would look like as a woman and yeah, he'd tap that.

His waist would be slim and curvaceous, his breasts would be large perky and perfect and so would his ass. He'd be perfect.

But that wasn't reality.

Adam pulled on a baggy shirt and left the bathroom before crawling in the bed beside Lucifer who was already sleeping. He slept with his back to the devil and quietly cried himself to sleep.

((You said nothing about happy ending 😈))

[fandoms--fluff]

Hi requests for flufftober .

Can u do a fluff where the reader is plus size

And is in a relationship with klaus.

Can u make her Indian because being fat is looked down upon in India I am telling you this because I am Indian and I get fat shame d by my own family .

Can u please make her story same as mine where she goes through what I am going through and Klaus comforts her by kissing every inch of her body and leaving hickeys.

He also calls her beautiful.

If u are not ok with writing this or want to cut any part that u are not okay me .

U are free to do it .

Beautiful

Flufftober, October 2nd

Female reader x Klaus Mikaelson

Warnings: mentions of body hate/dysmorphia, mentions of being bullied

A/n: please don't read if you think it will affect your mental health, remember it's important!

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You're sat across from your soon to be husband, Klaus Mikaelson, the one and only original hybrid. You've been across town all day and made reservations for this fancy restaurant just out of New Orleans so no one could interupt you guys.

You guys have just ordered, unknowingly, your arms wrapped around your midsection, sort of acting as a shield so no one can see your stomach rolls. Even in the stunning black midi dress that you've felt confident in all day, you have actions you do unconsciously for being self conscious about your body.

Basically most of your life, people have either commented on your weight or looked at you with that look, you got that look through your teens the most. Especially considering you didn't look the same as everyone else, and that's good, you're your own person, until it comes to weight. Then apparently you're not good enough and looked down upon by other teens, adults, and even your own family.

You had a phone call with your mother the night before while Klaus was in the shower. Said phone call almost brought you to tears. At the start, you were having a good conversation with your mom, until she brought up how she went to the mall with her friends the other day. She spoke about how she saw the perfect wedding dress that you would love by all the photos of inspo you've shown her since your and Klaus' engagement. But then she said, 'if only you were tinier like your cousins, then maybe you could try and squeeze into the biggest size of the dress'. She went on and in about how the biggest size wasn't even big enough for you to even try to try on.

That hasn't been the worst conversation with your Mom in a longshot, but it still hurt. It hurt even more, knowing it was your own mother saying those things. Yes, you may not look the same as everyone else, but you've been trying to love your body just the way it is. But things like that obviously doesn't help your feelings or self esteem.

You feel something lay against your hand, snapping out if your thoughts, you looked up at Klaus, seeing his hand placed on top of yours. His thumb is softly rubbing up and down to side of your hand.

"Love? Are you alright? You spaced off for a moment there" Klaus softly smiles.

"Oh, um yeah, just thinkin. Nothing to worry about" you give a tight lip smile.

Klaus nods, keeping in his head about your stranger-than-normal attitude, but it's not a bad thing, it's just concerning to him.

You guys get home from the restaurant around 10pm, everyone's either out or has fallen asleep super early.

You're standing in front of the mirror in your guys' room. You haven't changed out of your dress yet, instead staring at every part of your body that you're insecure about. There hasn't been any way to stop you from doing this. You would try, but then end up close to tears or crying in front of a mirror. The worst times this has happened has been in a changing room at stores.

That's what you thought, before Klaus steps back into the room.

He pauses his movements, seeing you frowning in front of the mirror, sucking your stomach in as much as you can. You look over to him, eyes widening. Klaus just caught you doing one of the only things you never wanted him to know that you do.

"Klaus, this is not what you think this is, I'm just..." you start, not knowing what to say, you trail off.

Klaus walks over to you and cups your face in his hands. "Love, you can tell me the truth, you always can" he tells you, having a senaking suspicion of what's going on, but wants you tell him on your terms.

He leads you over to the bed, sitting down with his hand resting on your thigh. You take a couple deep breathes, "I'm too big. I wish I was skinny, I've wished that since the first time someone ever brought up how I look different than everyone else. I've hated my body for over a decade, my mom was probably the worst thing about it. She would always tell me how I was fat without thinking twice. And she never understood and still doesn't how that makes someone feel, especially a teenage girl who's already miserable everytime she has to take foot in a high school where everyone says even worse things some how" you rant to your fiance, tears streaming down your face. "I hate my body so much" you whisper.

Klaus immediately pulls you in to his arms. He kisses the top of your head multiple times. "I'm so sorry you've had to go through this, and still do?" You nod your head. "You are perfect how you are. You should never compare yourself to others or listen to what others say you should look like." Klaus lists off.

"I love you so much, you're so perfect, and gorgeous the way you are. You should never think different" Klaus pulls away, looking at you with emotion in his eyes.

"R-really? I love you too. N-no one has ever said that. I've grown up hating myself" you whimper.

"Everything I said is true, and you should never hate yourself, being who you are now is everything to me" he slowly lays you down onto your back.

"And I will make sure you know this every day" he murmurs as he trails his lips all over your face and down your neck. He presses kisses all down your exposed collarbone and chest.

He keeps going all the way down, kissing your fabric covered stomach and waist, and hips. He goes down to your ankles, until kissing the top of your feet gently.

"You love, are so beautiful" he whispers into your ear. You cuddle into his suit covered chest with a slight smile on your face.

"You're the one person I feel safest with. Thank you so much. I love you Klaus" you look up at him. "I will always be here for you, I love you too, beautiful" he kisses your forehead and holds your hand.

[lucky-penne]

Body insecurity hours let's go 💃💃💃 I apologize because no one asked for this. Rant down below so you can easily skip it if you need to

But yeah been feeling a bit down and I entirely blame it on my period. Idk it's not like an overwhelming hatred of my appearance, but just kind of like "Meh it could be far better"?

Been coping (in general and not just the body image issues or just now with my period) a lot through art, reading, and my self-insert delusions, but even my insecurities had to go and affect the latter because I keep thinking how "realistically" Hantengu and the clones probably wouldn't want to be 50 ft near me (unless they wanted to kill and eat me and not the sexy kind) and that they wouldn't find me attractive at all for a multitude of reasons...I'm very much not conventionally attractive (obese according to bmi which yes I'm aware isn't the most reliable measurement for a whole slew of reasons but still, broad shoulders, very prominent tummy, rolls, all kinds of birthmarks and moles, dark circles under my eyes, very noticeable body hair, average boobs that aren't perky in the slightest, etc. Only things I like about myself are my thighs, hips, and ass because they're decently wide/big) and I find it difficult to comprehend the idea of anyone actually thinking I'm attractive and desirable in any way.

Ok nvm I'm actually getting a little more upset now whyyyy

Update: I'm feeling way better now don't worry!

[cult-of-the-eye]

how do we feel about flesh avatar martin k blackwood, who is both the epitome and direct refusal of dysphoria and body image issues?

[weirdstrangeandawful]

Whumpee who doesn't like other's seeing their body mistaking a soft tissue infection for muscle soreness and another person who spots the problem but isn't sure and needs to figure out how to bring it up without scaring Whumpee off.

'Maybe Whumpee already knows and it's being treated and they don't want me to know? Maybe Whumpee doesn't know but I saw it wrong, it was only a second or two? Maybe I'm wrong and I'm just causing trouble. Maybe that's just what their skin looks like; who am I to say?

'Maybe... Maybe I should just get their number and wait until they collapse and start dying of it being untreated or something... I could stock up on soup for if they need help feeling better?'

So many decisions to make.

[rosetyler42]

Thought of this one after a walk yesterday. Somewhat inspired by old discussions:

Both WIR-Verse Ericka and Alice have body image issues and rejection by fans. Ericka was hated in part because of her appearance - Being called too weird or ugly for Drac, fans saying she looks like an inflatable sex doll with a pustule for a chin, being called a gender bent Popeye, called weird and compared to Martha ("Martha was better") etc. Ericka's mostly able to brush this off with confidence and humor, but it still hurts some.

Alice was actually rejected by both fans and Joey in universe. Her and Bendy were actually rivals originally, with Alice expected to possibly be more popular than Bendy. But her dolls did so bad, they had a whole warehouse full of them...and there was talk about melting them down. While she's happy for her now husband, she still deals with that rejection along with some lingering body image issues from having been Twisted Alice. Unlike Ericka...Alice tends to take things FAR more personally instead of using humor to deal. She HATED feeling like her worth was how beautiful and perfect she was. It lead her and Susie to fo TERRIBLE things she's still traumatized by. NO ONE should have to go through that, ESPECIALLY not her friends. (And one of the few people who think her Twisted form is beautiful rather than a horrific dangerous monstrosity.) And so Alice tends to get QUITE protective and angry when people judge her friends' appearance.

So yeah, that's basically where this came from. I imagine if anyone called her pal Ericka "ugly" around her, Alice would be trying to hold herself back from changing into Twisted Alice and showing them what ugliness REALLY is...

@lovelylivelyv @heartsong1994 @deathfangirl9 @hotelt-resurrection @black-ak9 @howling-nightmare

[chaoticbooklesbian]

Fucking hell this whole thing with the weight loss is so goddamn bad for my mental health. I'm not even doing it intentionally and I'm still falling into really unhealthy lines of thinking. In high school and college, when I tried to lose weight to be what everyone wanted me to be, I would get really obsessive about it. I would check my weight and measurements fucking constantly, I even took daily pictures of my body at one point. I would obsess over the numbers, get really, really, really granular about it all. And I'm fucking doing it again. I have, constantly, in my head, the highest weight I hit, and how much I've lost from there already. I know how many inches each have come off of my bust, my waist, my hips, my arms. No matter how much I've tried to tell myself I only care about my measurements because I make myself clothes and need to make sure they fit, that's a fucking lie. If that were true, I'd need to re-check my measurements every time I made something new, would need to have them written down somewhere, wouldn't have them fucking memorized, wouldn't be constantly thinking about how small they'll wind up being when all is said and done. It's fucking pathological. It's self hatred all the way down. It's my mom's voice in my head telling me how the boys will be all over me once I lose weight, it's my grandma's disdain at my decision to eat rice, it's the ride cars at my favorite amusement park not being able to accommodate me anymore, it's not being able to wear the fun clothes in high school because they don't come in my size, all collected and held safe and close so I can feel the sting whenever I get too comfortable in my skin.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

WIP Wednesday

In which Zevlor asks Bea to sit in his lap, which doesn't go how either expects.

Zevlor thought it was a reasonable request.

He simply asked his lover if she would sit in his lap.

“Zev, are you out of your mind?!” Beatrice cried, a horrified look on her very pretty face. “I’m not just taller than you. I’m quite a bit heavier—" I’ll crush him! Crush his poor legs!

He sighed. “I realize that. However, I still would like you in my lap. Please.” Zevlor added with a wink, hoping she would surrender to his charm.

Hands now on her hips, she groaned. “What if I—”

“I was a Hellrider, sweetheart. I can take it.”

WHAT?!

“D-Did you really just say ‘I can take it’ regarding having me sit in your lap?” She asked, eyes narrowed. “I…Zev…” Her then contorted into what Mum calls my “very sad face.” “I’ll hurt you, and I don’t want that.”

He rose from the chair and took her hands in his. “Bea darling, you won’t. How about this---we’ll sit on the bed, you can have your legs over my lap, and I hold you? Is that better?”

Much. At least I won’t crush you. I’m sorry I’m not a petite little thing. I’m sorry I’m too tall, too fat, too big, too—

As a tear slid down her cheek, one of his hands let go of hers and brushed the tear away. “What’s wrong, my love?”

She shook her head, more tears falling. “I’m sorry I’m too big.”

“Sweetheart, you’re not.” He positioned her the way he described with her long legs over his lap, an arm around her waist, and his tail curling around my legs.

Breathe, Bea.

I’m in Zev’s arms.

I’m safe.

“You’ll never be too big for me. Never.” He kissed her neck just below an ear as his hand on her waist went under her top, kneading her softness. “I’m more than enough man to handle my pulchra,” he lightly nipped at her neck before soothing her with more kisses. Moonmaiden take me. He’s perfect and lovely and amazing and I want him so badly please. “After all, dear…it takes a man to please a goddess like you.” He purred as he littered kisses on her jaw.

OH?!?!

With a strangled moan, she managed to get out, “You’ve…you’ve called me that before…a goddess…”

He chuckled. “Because you are, Bea.”

[lovepersevering13]

Wrote this about Lily Evans having body image issues because *Relatable*. Anyway, please leave a comment if you like it or have any feedback <3