#mahiru lads

or else..

based off of my insecurities lmao been feeling awful all evening and needed an off and it inspired me to write- i hope it can bring comfort to people in a similar situation <3

INTRO : after you reveal your insecurities to him, caleb soothes them with cuddles and worship.

tags (?) : LADS Caleb x f!reader, fluff, chubby reader, maybe caleb ooc ? i didn’t really focus on his personality, i apologize

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"i can’t bring myself to lose weight."

being chubby was a burden you carried daily, silently. because you weren’t considered the « attractive type » of chubbiness. you didn’t have the big butt, or the flat, one roll tummy. big boobs were the only thing you considered great on your body. your rolls formed a prominent b shaped tummy, with love handles above your hips that made your back shape look so weird to you.

yet you never managed to get yourself to lose the weight that bothered you so much.

eating had always been your safe place. upset ? eat. bored ? eat. angry ? eat. it’s always been a big issue- issue that’s been holding you back from losing your biggest insecurity.

but you finally took the big step- and slowly diminished your food portions.

Caleb noticed.

his pipsqueak- the one and only girl he’d ever appreciated, worshipped- started denying his food.

he’d made your favorites, called you to eat like always. but instead of padding over cheerfully to flatter his ego with all sorts of compliments about how good of a cook he was- you just muttered that you weren’t hungry, retreating to your room.

he’d immediately gone to your room, not bothering to knock as he leaned against the doorframe.

"you don’t get to shut me out, pips."

the sight of you- settled on your bed with a pillow clutched to your stomach, as if to hide your body- it broke him.

he’s always loved feeding you. loved seeing you get fuller even more. he loved you no matter what, and he’d worship the ground you walk on even if you weight what you consider « too much ».

caleb would gladly cook healthy for you if you told him you wanted to lose weight- but starving yourself ? that was off the list. that broke every promise he’d made himself to protect you.

"tell me what’s wrong. i wanna help you."

he whispered, as he settled on the edge of the bed, taking your hand. he didn’t pry the pillow away, allowing you to keep it against you if it made you feel safer.

"it’s nothing. i’m really just not hungry." you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. you knew that if you met his gaze, it’d make it harder to lie.

"i won’t move until you tell me what’s wrong. you don’t get to hurt my pipsqueak and act like everything’s alright." he gently clutched your hand, interlocking your fingers together.

after a beat of silence, he sighed, cupping your cheek to try and get you to meet his gaze.

"look. how about you eat what i prepared, then we can cuddle on the couch and you tell me about everything that’s going on in this pretty little head of yours ? does that sound great ?"

after earning a quiet nod from you, he gently pulled you up, leading you to the kitchen to eat.

the meal was mostly silent, silence only disturbed by the clatter of cutlery against the plates or the small talk Caleb desperately tried to engage, only to be met with your dejected responses.

it shattered him to see how you picked at your food- how your hand trembled as you pried the fork to your mouth. but he didn’t force you to talk yet. only made sure you atleast ate half of your plate.

after doing the dishes and putting away everything, he joined you on the couch, where he was met with the sight of you zoning out, still clutching a damn pillow against your stomach.

he needed you to understand.

he settled you both into a comfy cuddling position- a leg and a half spread across his lap as you rested a little sideways against his chest.

"…i just want to lose weight, Caleb. i’ve been this way for years now and i’ve felt so ugly. i just wish i was different. maybe if i was the « pretty » type of chubby, maybe if i—"

"pips." Caleb interrupted, hand coaxing your face to meet your gaze. "you think you’re the « ugly » type of chubby ? THIS body ? the body i shaped by feeding you homemade meals daily ? you couldn’t be more wrong."

you sighed. of course that would be his answer- he’d rather die than to admit your weight actually bothered him. but before you could talk, he interrupted again.

"no. don’t start. i’m not saying this just to please you." he pulled you a bit closer, tighter against his chest. "i don’t care about wether or not you’re the « ugly » or « pretty » type of chubby, pipsqueak. to me, you’re the most beautiful woman in this universe. i’ve loved you since we were little, and my love for you never wavered."

despite all the reassurance, you still felt like maybe he was lying- maybe he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. so you pried the pillow closer, looking down at it. but his hand pulled your face back towards him as soon as you looked away.

"please. let me worship you. i won’t do anything sexual, i promise. just let me appreciate you. show you how much i love you."

your ears reddened at his boldness, and even though a part of you hesitated- you wanted to feel his love. to know he’s genuine.

you wanted to feel appreciated. so you nodded.

you were laying on your back now, caleb propped between your legs, his stomach pressed between them as he gently kissed your collarbones, tracing the soft bumps of them with his thumb. his breathing tickled your neck, earning a soft chuckle from you.

he smiled, pressing one last kiss to your soft jaw before leaning down to cup your side and slide his head under your shirt to kiss your tummy. it felt a bit awkward, but the way he kissed you made you feel butterflies.

he took his time, placing soft and gentle kisses, interrupted by gentle nuzzle in the fat and playful pinches of your rolls, only to feel him smile against your tummy.

your tummy was his favorite pillow.

your love handles made it comfier to hold you for cuddles.

your thighs also made the perfect pillows- but he mostly loved the feeling of them around his hips.

he spent the whole evening worshipping your body, pressing kisses wheee your insecurities lingered, muttering soft words of appreciation as he gazed up at you with those beautiful lavender eyes.

"pips, you’re so beautiful."

"my sweet, sweet girl."

"all this..just for me, right baby ?"

"wouldn’t change a single thing about this sexy body."

his hard on made it evident that your body genuinely did things to him. but he didn’t pry further, prioritizing this moment as a moment of closeness and gentle intimacy instead of a sensual one.

and for once, you chose to believe him. your insecurities faded for a while, Caleb’s soft praises lingering in your head. and that evening, you fell asleep wrapped up in his tender embrace, the pillow you used to clutch now scattered to the side of the sofa, forgotten as he pulled you closer, slowly dozing off to sleep himself.