"Not much. Just eating my lunch and enjoying a good book." You smiled.
"Whatcha got?" He asked, grabbing your lunch box and rummaging through it.
"Sure, help yourself. Thanks for asking."
"Aw, come on, you always make the best lunches. You know, If you'd make my lunches I wouldn't have to steal yours." He smirked.
"Mathias, I'm not going to making your lunch every day, get your girlfriend to do it." You smiled, stealing your lunch back.
"I would, but I broke up with her" he sighed, obviously not too upset about it.
"Seriously? Again? What was wrong with this one?" You asked.
"The lunches she made sucked." He winked. You rolled her eyes and sighed.
"No seriously, what was wrong with this one? She was smart, pretty, skinny. So what was wrong with her?" You asked.
"I don't know. I guess I just got bored with her." He shrugged.
"Maybe you should, you know, not date for a while." You said, putting your book down.
"That might not be a bad idea. But, that's only gonna happen on one condition." He smirked.
"What's that?" You smiled back.
"You have to be my friend with benefits."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but your gonna have to keep on dreaming." You smirked as you patted his cheek.
"Come on, _____, don't be like that. We'd be great together and you know it."
"You know I can't disappoint all those other guys lined up outside my door." You smiled and walked off. He smiled as he watched you leave.
It was about seven when you got a text from Mathias.
~Up for a drink?~
~Sure, when & where?
~The usual place in about an hour.
~Sounds good, see you then.
Of course, the only reason you agreed is because it was Friday. You got dressed and headed out. You got there twenty minutes early and found a seat at the bar. You ordered a beer while you waited.
"Can I buy you another beer?" You turned to see as tall brunette standing next to you.
"I'm good. Thanks though." You smiled politely.
"Come on, don't be like that. Beautiful lady like you, sitting here alone. Looks to me like you could use some company." He smiled. You took a swig of your beer and raised an eyebrow.
"How much do you get?" You asked.
"Excuse me?" He asked.
"Your friends. How much do you get for getting my number?"
"What are you talking about? I get the joy of getting to know you." He smiled nervously.
"Yea, I'm sure that's it. Seriously, how much are they gonna give you? Or was it just a plain dare between drunks?" You smiled sweetly.
"It's not like that." He smiled. You turned to look at his group of friends who were smiling and chuckling amongst themselves.
"That's not what it looks like from here. Look, if I give you my number will you go away and not bother me anymore."
Out of the corner of your eye you saw him turn to his friends and give them the thumbs up. You rolled your eyes and gave him your bogus number.
"Now let me enjoy my beer in peace." You shot him a sarcastic smile.
"Thanks chubs." He winked and went back to his friends.
"That's my girl. Getting the hook up." Mathias smiled as he sat down next to you.
"Yea, lucky me." You said, your voice dripping in sarcasm.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, his smile fading.
"Nothing. You know, I think I'm just gonna go home. I'm kind of tired." You said, finishing the last of your beer.
"What? Why? I just got here. You can't leave now."
"I know, I'm sorry. Maybe another time."
"Does this have anything to do with that guy that was here just a minute ago?" He asked.
"Don't worry about it, ok?"
"Damn it, ______, sit down and talk to me. What did he say to you?" Mathias said, grabbing your hand and forcing you back onto the stool.
"You wouldn't understand."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because you just wouldn't."
"Come on, give me some credit here, will you? We've been friends for how long? How can you say I wouldn't understand?"
"That's not good enough. Tell me why." He demanded.
"Because you're not fat. You're not the one that gets hit on for dares and as a joke, ok. You're not the one who gets called names and gets to watch all your friends have boyfriends while you pretend to be happy for them and you get to be the third wheel. For crying out loud Mathias, you're with a different girl every night. That's why you wouldn't understand. Now please, just let me go home." You said, fighting back the tears, but failing miserably. He looked at you, you could see the pity in his eyes. You never wanted him to see this side of you. You never wanted any of your friends to see this side of you. That's why you tried so hard to always wear a smile and be happy for them.
Mathias let go of your hand and you left.
You had fallen asleep on the couch and were woken by what sounded like someone trying to break down your door. Then you heard drunken yelling.
"______. Open the door. Come on, let me in." It was Mathias. You hurried to the door before he started waking the neighbors.
"Mathias, what the hell? It's three in the morning." You hollered as you opened the door. You gasped when you saw him.
"Shit, Mathias. What the hell happened to you?" You said, helping the beat up man into your apartment.
"I taught those bastards a lesson for you."
"What are you talking about?" You asked as you helped him to your couch.
"That asshole from the bar and his friends. I beat the shit out of them for you." He smiled that big goofy grin he always had.
"All of them?"
"You seem pretty proud of yourself."
"Of course. You should see what they look like."
"Just look at you. Why would you do a stupid thing like that?" you asked, sitting next to him and brushing the hair out of his face.
"Because they hurt you and you don't deserve to be treated like that."
"That's no reason to beat up a bunch of guys."
"Yes it is. They made you cry, I had to do something."
"I don't get you sometimes, you know that?" You smiled, getting up and heading into the kitchen. You came back with a bowl of warm water and some old towels.
"Come on, lets get you cleaned up." You smiled.
"There's the smile I love so much."
"This might sting a little."
"I know. What would I ever do with out you?" He smiled, wrapping his arms around you waist and hugging you.
"Mathias, what are you doing? You're getting your blood all over my shirt. Come on, just let me clean you up and get you to bed." You said, pushing him away from you.
"Really? After all this time, you're finally going to let me into your pants?" He asked, his hands making their way to your hips.
"Mathias, you're drunk. Now just let me clean you up." You said removing is hands and sitting next to him. You started cleaning the blood off him, ignoring the way he was staring at you.
"There we go, all cleaned up." you smiled, putting the towels in the water and taking it back into the kitchen.
"______?" He said from the living room.
"Yea?" You said walking back into the living room.
"You know I love you, right?" He said as you helped him off the couch and into your room.
"Of course you do. Come on, lets get your drunken ass into bed."
"Do you have any idea how long I've waited to hear you say those words?" He asked, pulling you into a hug and nuzzling into your neck.
"Come on Mathias, your drunk."
"You wanna know why those other girls never last?" He asked.
"Why's that?" You were now helping him off with his coat.
"Because none of them were you." He smiled, holding your head in his hands, forcing you to look at him.
"What are you talking about?" You asked, getting a little nervous.
"You. I've been trying to tell you how I feel for so long, but each time, you ignore me and just brush it off. I mean, you're just amazing. I love everything about you."
"All right Mathias, you're drunk and this isn't funny any more. I think it's time for you to just sleep it off, all right?" You said, you're heart racing, wanting to believe him, but he was drunk and you knew better than to trust the words of a drunk. Even if that drunk was your best friend.
"It's a good thing I'm not joking. Look, I know I'm drunk, but I'm serious." His smile was gentle, not the usual goofy smirk he always had. He then leaned down and captured your lips. You pushed him away.
"You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying. So here's what's gonna happen, you're going to go to bed, I'm going to sleep on the couch and in the morning when we wake up, we're going to pretend this little joke of yours never happened, got it? Good night."
"_____, please, I'm not......." But you cut him off.
"NO! I said good night." You closed the door and went to the couch. You then cried yourself to sleep.
You woke up feeling much better. You did your best to push Mathias's words out of your head. He was drunk and a playboy. You had managed to convince yourself that he didn't have any luck in the bar and was just looking to get laid and he didn't care who's bed he shared. You felt pretty confident that he wouldn't remember anything last night and you certainly weren't going to bring it up. After using the bathroom, you decided to make breakfast for the two of you.
By the time you were finished, Mathias had gotten up.
"Well good morning there sunshine. How's the hangover?" You asked, smiling as if nothing happened last night.
"My head feels like it wants to burst open." He groaned, sitting at the table.
"You know, you'd think you'd learn." You chuckled, setting his breakfast in front of him.
"Thanks for picking me up last night and letting me crash here. Sorry you had to sleep on the couch."
"That's all right. What kind of friend would I be if I just left you there?"
"Thanks for cleaning me up, too. Man, I'd love to see the other guys!" He laughed.
"Yea, me too. Knowing you, they were probably knocked out cold. Now hurry up and eat so I can take you home." You smiled, thankful that he seems to have forgotten everything he said last night.
"Seriously, how did you get to be such an amazing cook?" He asked as you cleared the table.
"Practice I guess." You said as you washed the dishes.
"I didn't do anything stupid last night, did I?" He asked.
"You mean besides beat those guys up? No, you were pretty hammered when we got here last night. You went straight to bed after we cleaned you up."
"So I didn't say anything stupid?" He asked and you felt your heart drop.
"Not really, why?"
"Well, I'm gonna change, then I'll take you home." You smiled.
"Hey, ____." He said, you turned and smiled.
"Why are you lying?" The look on his face the most serious you've ever seen it.
"What are you talking about?" Your smile never faltered.
"I may have been drunk, but I wasn't so drunk that I don't remember what happened. I remember everything I said to you and I meant every word of it."he said, getting up and walking towards you.
"I don't know what you're talking about. You never sad anything to me last night." Your smile finally started to falter.
"Why are you being like this? Why do you refuse to believe me? And I don't want to hear because. I want a real answer from you." He said, placing his hand on your cheek. Tears started to well in your eyes and you turned your head, removing his hand from your cheek.
"I'm sure your brothers are wondering when your coming home. I better go get dressed so I can get you there." You tried to smile to hide the tears, failing miserably at it. As you turned to walk away, he grabbed your arm and turned you back around to face him.
"______, please. Why won't you believe me?" You sighed as the tears were released.
"Because Mathias, guys like you don't date girls like me, ok. It's a simple fact and I've accepted it."
"What do you mean, guys like me and girls like you?" He glared.
"Please, don't play dumb with me. I've seen the girls you date, Mathias. How many of them looked like me?"
"You mean (h/c) and beautiful?" He smiled.
"Just stop it, please. I'm not in the mood for your jokes and teasing."
"What do I have to do to convince you?"
"Just drop it ok."
"No. I've been waiting so long for you to be ready and I'm tired of waiting."
"Ready for what?"
"To accept the way I feel about you. To believe that someone can find you beautiful and attractive and want you, all of you. Every insecurity, your beautiful smile, the way you blush at every compliment, the way you walk. The way your eyes light up when your favorite show comes on, how you try to sing
along to every song on the radio whether you know the words or not. You're an amazing cook, you know all my flaws and you put up with all my shit." He smiled, stroking your cheek.
"I don't understand why you're telling me all this now. Are my feeling just some kind of game to you?" Now you were starting to get a little irritated with him.
"Damn it, ____!" he yelled, then pulled you close and crashed his lips to yours.
You couldn't believe how passionate it was. His one hand wrapped around your waist while the other tangled in your hair. His breathing was heavy and you started to feel something poking into your hip. Your eyes shot wide open as you realized it was Mathias. Panicking you pushed him away.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." He smirked. Your eyes, still wide with shock slowly dropped from his face to the slight bulge in his pants. He followed your gaze and blushed a little when he realized what you were looking at.
"Yea, sorry about that, but that's what you do to me and it's torture, do you know that?"
Still shocked, but managing to find your voice, you said,
"But all those other girls..."
"We're a distraction. To keep my mind off you until you were ready. Honestly, I never slept with any of them. Sure, there were a couple of times when I tried, but all I could think about was you and I had what you would call performance issues." He chuckled.
You couldn't believe he was telling you this. Him. Mathias. The lady killer, having performance issues because he was thinking of you. You started to blush.
"Do you know how adorable you look right now? I could just eat you up!" He smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug, thus causing your blush to deepen.
"I don't understand? Why me? There's nothing special about me. I'm not pretty, I'm fat,"
"All right, hold it right there. You are not fat!" He said, you could hear the irritation in his voice.
"Mathias, I'm 5'8" and 245 lbs, I'm fat." You sighed.
"I disagree. See, the way I see it, that just means there's more of you to love. I love how soft you are." His hands starting to roam over your body, when they reached your behind, he gave a rough squeeze, causing you to yelp.
"Besides, I'm Scandinavian. We tend to like our women with a little meat on their bones. I mean, look at those hips! Perfect for bearing lots of healthy babies!" He smiled, his hands now moving to your hips.
"Mathias!" You smiled, slapping his chest playfully.
"There's the smile I love so much. Now, say it. Say you'll be my girlfriend and let me take you on that date I've been dying to take you on!"
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Mathias, your best friend since grade school, was confessing to you. Sure you liked him, but you had given up all hope and gave up on him a longtime ago, and with the hope gone, the crush you had was buried deep behind the wall you had erected to protect yourself. With his confession you felt as if the wall wanted to break down. The hope and
feelings you once had for him were threatening to break through, but you were afraid of getting hurt again.
"I don't know." You said, not looking him the eye.
"Then will you give me a chance to prove it? Let me take you out on a few dates to win your heart?" He smiled, now taking your hands in his. You looked him in the eye, you saw nothing but sincerity. You could feel your cheeks heat up. You looked down, trying to hide and nodded. Why not give him the chance?
"Oh, ______! I'm so happy right now!" He said, his hug tightening and cutting off your air supply.
"Mathias......can't.......... breathe......" You gasped.
"Oh, sorry. Guess I'm just a little over excited." He smiled down at you.
"I still don't understand why you waited so long to tell me these things."
"Because you kept turning me down. There were so many times that I honestly tried to get you to go on a date with me, every single time you turned me down and told me I wasn't being funny. No matter how hard I tried to convince you, you just always thought I was joking. So, I figured I'd wait, give you some time, then try again. But, truth is, I can't wait anymore. I'm going to make you acknowledge my feelings for you no mater what! So tonight, we're going out on a date! Wear something nice. I'll pick you up around six." He smiled as he headed towards the door.
"But don't you need a lift home?" You asked.
"Nope. Tino's coming to get me." He winked as he closed the door. You couldn't believe this was happening so you pinched yourself to make sure. Yup, it was real, Mathias, your best friend, the guy you've had a crush on for a long time, just confessed to you and was taking you out on a date tonight.
Ok, so this has been running through my head for a while now, and I've been dying to get it out on paper. Being that I, myself am a rather hefty girl, I rather like the chubby!reader stories, but they're just that, chubby readers, probably girls with a muffin top, and honestly, that's not chubby. So, I wrote this. I am 5'8" used to be 245 lbs, gained a little after the holidays
Don't get me wrong, I love all the reader inserts, but you know, sometimes I want a story where the fat girl gets the hottie.
I will admit, I put a lot of myself into reader. My thoughts and the way I think. I've been hit on as a joke before and constantly teased. I know some of you won't understand the feelings, or think they're far fetched. They're not.
I haven't decided if I'm going to write another part. It was intended to be just a one shot, but i can't just leave the ending the way it is. So, I'm not sure when I'll be able to write another part for this. I have an art trade that I need to get out there, and I want to finish my PrussiaxChild!Reader story.
Anyway, I really hope you all like this. Oh, and don't get me wrong, I've totally accepted my body the way it is, but you know, everyone has those days now and again where you just don't feel good enough, and I wrote this on one of those days.
All I heard after that was:
"Besides, I'm Russian. I know everything about snow! ^J^ ...
I loved this is was adorable! <3<3
I have been through the pain of being the main hook on the fat jokes and pranks. I was at all region for band and i was sitting in the cafeteria of the neighboring town's school where the competition was, just eating a piece of pizza and reviewing my jazz numbers and score sheets when these two asshats walk up to me and try to hook me up with this one chick who I was actually pissed at because she called me a fat ass when we were the same size but I was a little taller... I didn't even look up at them.
Asshat #1: Hey you should totally ask our friend out. She thinks your fat ass is hot.
Asshat #2: Yeah... Beverly would love to be with you in a heart beat.
Me: Fuck a duck buckos.
Asshat #2: What did you just say? You are a guy aren't you?
Me: *lifts oversized hoodie up to reveal my 38 C pirate flag patterned bra* Does this look like the package a dude would have. Feast your eyes biotches.
Asshat #1: OH MY GOD!!! SHE JUST FUCKING BLINDED ME! *runs off with asshat #2.*
That happened 4 years ago at my first jazz competition. Then my boyfriend showed up and pulled my hoodie down saying that it was his squishy and he will be the only person to see it.... >///< then turn around 5 months later and he broke up with me because he was having to go away for a while because mental break downs. When he came back a year and a half later I was with someone else. We are best friends like we were before we dated.
you have explained my life , AHHHHHH!
Knowing my stories can cheer people up is the reason I write! So thank you!!!!
so it would be 152.4 cm and 111.13 kg
It was a cute and sweet story X3
I think this carries a really great message, that even for people who are dissatisfied with their body, there is still hope.
BUT YO YOU ROCK GURL. (I mean, if you use female pronouns that is)
Oh my gosh, I loved this story. I read the comments, too. I'm not exactly fat, but I am on the heavier side, and I've been picked on my whole life. I used to get teased with those fake pick ups from guys too. Its awful isn't it? But this story was really good, and everytime I think about it i'm gonna think on the bright side about boys! ^-^ lol