#plus sized reader insert

Summary: Headcanons, Plus size reader, dating Loki

Loki loves to bring you flowers, you find out he’s gotten banned from two of the florists near your place for buying them out of their daily stock

Loki is a horrible cook, but he tries to make you your favourite foods when you have a bad day

You make the first move, kissing Loki, he’s so shocked he just stares at the floor for a full minute

Anytime some makes jokes about your weight if you’re in public, something just happens to go wrong with their day, if there seems to be a green aura around Loki, it’s just a trick of the light he says and grins

He overhears you talking about losing weight and getting in better shape to be with him, he confronts you, assuring you that he wants to be with you because of who you are, that how you look is a bonus on top of the already wonderful person you are.

You mention that you’re nervous about being with him, ashamed of your weight compared to him “Love you know I’m 500 pounds right??? I’m a norse god?? A frost giant?? You’re an ant compared to me..” “An ant?” “A very lovely ant?”

You meet because you work with Darcy and Loki is poking around, bored when he stumbles upon you and manages to stay hanging around you for two hours.

Loki makes up excuses to spend time with you, trying to figure out if you’re with anyone, You catch on after the third day

Loki loves to pick you up any chance he gets, his favourite is to spin you around and offer you out gifts with you’re recovering from the dizziness

The first dinner date you go on he orders tacos, after a comment Mobius had made about the worst foods to eat on a first date, he assumed it was a plot to get him to avoid them

It becomes a tradition on your anniversaries to order the worst possible ‘first date food’

Whenever people comment that they’re surprised anyone would want you Loki just grins and reminds them he’s a god, so his choice is clearly the best

You’re terrified the entire trip to Asgard, and worried everyone will make fun of you, and Loki just scoffs that everyone will know better

Thor complains Loki lied to him about you, and you’re worried that he made it seem like you were skinny, as it turns out Thor misinterpreted Loki’s comments and was expecting you to match his frost giant height

The first time you let Loki see you naked he’s quiet for a minute before asking if you want to see what he looks like, you’re a little too eager and he laughs

Summary: Requested!DracoMalfoyxPlusSized!Reader! Modern AU. Draco and yourself are pretty much terrified of meeting his dad. He is a big-time businessman, and you don’t come from wealth. Plus you feel not as worthy because you are plus sized.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: fluff, insecurities, language, suggestive

Author’s Note: Sorry if Draco seems a bit out of character! So this Rental Laptop is slow, but a lot better than my old one! Thank you all for your patience! I am going to have stories coming out as much as possible! Trying to save up for the desktop that I want(a friend suggested making a GoFundMe, but I dunno). I have a lot of Star Wars and BOTW request. Feel free to send in your Game of Thrones requests!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. Also, I do not own this GIF, found on GIPHY

This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Full Figured Fantasy writing challenge. Hopefully I hit the mark for you. I realized as I was writing that maybe Tony is a bit of an awkward duck for me to write. I hope it comes off natural enough? Feedback really appreciated on this one. 

Pairing: Tony Stark x PlusSized!Reader | Word Count: 1.4k | Warnings: none, just some insecurities | Fluff mostly | Prompt: I got 99 problems, but my curves ain’t one

You hated these Stark Industries parties, they were full of pomp and circumstance and beautiful people putting on their best faces and you were just…you. Plain and simple, average features with a little more to love around the edges and it always made you so insecure to stand next to these model thin women with their slim flutes of champagne. You sighed and brushed your hands down your front, trying to smooth away non-existent wrinkles in the fabric of your dress; it was a gold sequined number with a scoop neckline that accentuated your breasts in the best possible way, it hugged you perfectly to give you that classic hourglass figure that guys claimed to fall down over but you still found yourself as single. But no matter how much you hated the parties, being on the direct Stark payroll meant your mandatory attendance.

Your phone chirped on the desk and you hit the home button to bring up the text message. It was from your boss, Tony Stark, wondering where you were. You smiled softly and returned to your mirror where you replied a coat of your favorite shade of lipstick before throwing it in your little black clutch and headed up to the rooftop where this shindig was being thrown. You took a deep breath to steel your nerves and put your pleasant Stark assistant face on as the elevator opened up to the rooftop. You looked up from the entrance platform out on the sea of perfectly trimmed topiary and fairy lights. It had been a painstaking week of planning the soiree to every minute detail, Tony had given you free reign to take some of the burden off of Pepper’s busy schedule.

You made your way down the stairs and headed straight for the bar, giving a little wave to Steve and Sam as you passed and quickly ordered yourself a martini and a shot of Svedka. Shooting back the shot quickly you winced at the rubbing alcohol like burn before chasing it with a swallow of martini, the dry vermouth not doing much to take the sensation away.

A Sebastian Stan x plus sized reader insert story

A/N: This gif is just too funny to me and gave me an idea of his being a personal trainer to a shy plus size reader.  I hope you enjoy it.  :)

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“One more, Y/N, come on, push past it and do this.”  Sebastian’s voice met your ears and you looked up for a moment before tucking your head again to concentrate.

You held yourself in a plank position, a bead of sweat sliding down your forehead tickling your flushed skin.  The burn of your overworked muscles was taking its toll and you thought for sure you were going to either cry or throw up.

“Oh my God it hurts!” You grunted hoarsely, fingers gripping onto the mat, your hair slowly falling out of your ponytail.

“Just hold it out, you can do it!”  Seb’s cheerful determined voice was irritating and you wanted to punch him hard in his six pack, rock hard abs.  You felt your sports bra shifting and your t shirt beginning to slide up your lower back a bit and you cringed with embarrassment.  The last thing you needed was for the most attractive personal trainer in your gym to see your stretch marks and muffin top along with one side of your underpants sliding up one butt cheek under your leggings uncomfortably.

“I caaaaan’t.”  You groaned, letting out an immature whine. You winced at pressure in your lower gut.  Was that a fart coming?  If I fart in front of him, I’ll kill myself.  You threatened inwardly as you clenched your rear tight.

“Few more seconds, you’re doing it!”  He clapped and leaned over, his hands on his thighs.

“I hate this.”  You panted, your arms shaking from the burn.

“I know and it’s almost over for the day.”  Seb got down into a plank position in front of you.  “Look at me, y/n.”  You sensed his grin and you rolled your eyes.

“Would you just do the countdown already!”  You snapped, not wanting to look at him.  The man was too attractive for his own good and the crazy part to you was that he didn’t seem to know how gorgeous he was.  He was friendly, silly, kind, and didn’t seem to notice that you had way too much weight from stress eating for your liking.  You both laughed together and he encouraged you to push harder. After a few sessions you had begun to ignore how fit he was and focused on yourself, the embarrassment of comparing your own heavy set frame to his disappearing.  All you saw now was a good guy with a good heart.  Ok maybe a little of the good looks were still noticeable to you.

He shook his head, “Nope. Look at me.  We won’t be done ‘til you do.”  The little chuckle as you sighed hard caused you to look up at him.

“What?”  You snarled, your voice wavering from effort.

“You’re doing it. This is the longest you ever held a plank.  Remember when you first started and you could barely get into the position?”

You looked up at him and his perfect grin met you, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled. You felt a twang of pride in your chest and you let out a groan, “Seriously?”

“Hell yeah, you’re doing awesome!  Few more seconds and three, two, one.  Done!” He hopped and tucked his feet under him as he stood easily, waiting for you as you slowly tucked each leg under yourself and pushed up awkwardly.  You know you always looked ridiculous trying to get out the plank and burpee positions but Seb told you that you’d get better at it and the awkwardness would pass.

“I always feel like a walrus getting out of these moves.”  You complained, looking up to see Seb giving you a frown.  “What?”  You asked brushing the loose hair out of your face.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.  You know how hard you worked to be able to hold that position right?  You’re getting stronger and your efforts are really showing.”

“I know, but–”

He walked over with his hands on his hips, “Part of these sessions are about getting in shape and the other part is thinking positive.  I don’t want to hear you put yourself down again, got it?”

You blushed at the scolding and reached down for your towel.  “Yes sir.”

His smile returned and he nodded.  “Good. I think you’re done your torture for the day.”  He laughed as you shook your head with an eyeroll.

“It wasn’t so bad.” You admitted.  You rather enjoyed the stronger feeling in your stomach muscles after a good workout now and your clothes were actually starting to show the hard work you put in.

“What was that again? So you don’t hate me anymore?” Seb let out a loud laugh as you stuck your tongue out at him.

Later as you were freshened up and leaving the gym, you saw him standing with a group of his friends around the front desk.  He was laughing and in the middle of a joke when he saw you walking by.  You gave a shy wave goodbye and he trotted over, removing his baseball cap, adjusting his thick brown hair.

“Hey!  See you on Thursday?”  He asked, “You’re really doing awesome.”

“Yeah all of this fat…” You stopped yourself as he raised an eyebrow of warning, “I mean, I’m trying, it’s hard but I can see results now and I have some actual energy.”

“There you go.”  He patted your back.  “Best client I’ve ever had, you never give up.”  You heard one of his friends give a low catcall to you and Seb and you tucked a lock of hair around your ear nervously.  “I gotta get going, but thank you.  So much.”

“Anytime.  And uh, yeah.  See you in a few days.”  Your eyes met and you swore he was a little red in the cheeks.  As the glass doors closed behind you, you turned and looked back and saw Seb swatting at the catcaller as his friends looked up at you and back to him, giving him playful shoves.  He smiled once more to you and gave a small wave goodbye.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be back.”  You said to yourself as you trotted happily to your car.

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6.“(She/he/they/I) lost (her/his/their/my) soulmate.”

7."You'll find your way back to me, I know you will."

16.“You lost the right when you walked out of my life.”

17."I'll take the couch."

"I'll take the couch.” You turn at the unfamiliar voice, watching as Sharon seems unconcerned.

“You are?” You tilt your head frowning a little when the man in the doorway freezes and looks to Sharon as if she’ll explain, she just laughs.

“Okay Sharon listen I can only keep up with all your agent friends so many times before they blur together, and the chance is he’s not even one of those since you like to pick up stray people like Rogers picks up boy scout awards for doing dumbass shit.”

“James, Barnes.” He hasn’t stopped grinning and you wonder if insulting Captain America really made him that happy.

“You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.” You offer the words to Bucky as he leaves for his first mission since the two of you started dating. You knew he’d be coming back, but you knew from your time in the field that it would chip at him each time. You still hadn’t told him of your powers and you figured it best he didn’t know.

“Barnes?” Sharon’s voice crackles through the comm unit and Bucky doesn’t pay it any mind walking up through the destruction you’ve left in your wake.

“You lost the right when you walked out of my life, why does it hurt? Why does it still hurt!” You scream fingers digging into the ground as you cry.

“I lost my soulmate.” He mumbles into the comm and you swivel, turning your head when you recognise his voice, you know he doesn’t recognise you, he thinks you’re a villain that’s killed yourself and you wonder how desperate that will make him. You grin, leaning forward a little.

“You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.” You expect him to snap, to think you’re mimicking his beloved’s voice instead he just laughs a little and holds his arms out towards you.

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Summary:Reggie/Plus Sized!Reader Request: they’re always together, PDA is not an issue for them except it is for everyone else lol to the point where they get things taken away like football/basketball and for y/n time away from art and it makes them super on edge until Reggie sees y/n looking drained because she has so much time away from art/him that she starts crying and he’s like “aw baby, c’mere!” You’d been dating Reggie Mantle for months, as the months had progressed you’d become more and more comfortable showing affection with him. Of course everyone else would scoff and grumble how it was too much, to on display; you’d usually just roll your eyes and pull him back in for another kiss to annoy them. That was before the teachers were bothered by it. You’d managed to divide the teachers into two groups, the ones that were annoyed by Reggie as in their eyes time spent making out with you during school was time he wasn’t studying; coach Clayton was the one who actually did something about it; threatening to bench him and take him off of the team if his grades drop from a result of spending too much time with you. The other group are the students that make snide comments and complain to any of the teachers that listen that its distracting and problematic; you’re ninety percent sure it’s because you’e bigger, but of course you’re not able to prove it and the teachers tend to agree with them.

It’s manageable, easy to ignore the warnings and even Reggie assures you that the coach won’t actually take him off the team. It’s manageable until your art teacher calls you back after the bell rings. “Listen Y/N; it’s not something I want to do, but the other teachers and students complaints are annoying me.” “Complaints?” You cringe slightly. “I know you and Reggie Mantle are together, and you’re both perfectly respectable and calm in my class, I‘m not sure how you two are outside of my class, nor do I care. Some of the other students are complaining that your, affection; to be polite is distracting them.” You sigh nodding.

“I know, they’ve been saying it since we got together.” “Do you think they’re bothered by you, not necessarily your affections for Reggie?” You nod trying your best not to look too upset. “They’re bothered because they don’t think that I; looking the way I do, shouldn’t be with him.” You teacher sighs nodding. “Well instead of cutting back on the affection; might I suggest not spending so much time together constantly?” “I’ll think about it.”

“I’m really sorry about this Y/N but I think it would be best for you to focus on your academic classes, seeing as they’re suffering based on this; issue the other teachers have brought to my attention.” “So I can’t come to art class anymore?” You swallow nervously. “No, no you can still come of course, I mean you have to go to class, but maybe not in the mornings and afternoons when I offer tutorials; maybe go to science tutoring instead. Your chemistry teacher said you’re really-“ “Thank you. I appreciate the advice.” You cut her off smiling and nodding before you walk out of her class towards your car. ————————————————————————————

It’s only been a week without the extra art class time; Reggie had been doubling down on practice and spending his mornings running extra drills; his afternoons spend in the library trying not to scream at his math textbook or the senior who offered to help him. He assures you that he’s not missing he date night you’ve set up and when he shows up an hour early you laugh shaking your head. “You’re early babe.” He steps into your house kissing you. “I didn’t know your couch took reservations.” “Bed actually, my parents decided to stay in and watch the marathon of Hollywood glamor.” “I’ve heard that it’s a good line up.” Reggie shouts into the living room as he follows you up to your room.

“Whoa I don’t think I’ve ever seen your room this clean.” You nod dragging your hands through your hair. “It’s been driving me crazy I feel like I can’t even go into the art class without someone looking at me or waiting for you to show up and its murder!” You snarl pacing back and forth shaking your head. “Babe at least we get to spend time together.” Reggie offers to appease you. “No I get that, it’s just;” You huff and sit on your bed before flopping. “I haven’t been able to properly paint in like a week and I want to scream.” “Paint me.”

“No, it’s not that I don’t know what to paint I just can’t I don’t have the time to set everything up and-“ “I know. Paint me, like on me. The acrylic paints you have are skin safe right?” Reggie smirks pulling his shirt off. “Is my back an acceptable canvas?” He laughs when you run your hands against his skin, nails lightly running down his spine. “It’ll do for now.” You smile pulling the acrylics over as he lays on the bed. “Make it a pretty sunset.” He laughs. “A sunset really?”

“Well it was our first date. Thought it’d be cute.” “You’re cute enough all on your own. Don’t go building yourself up as this amazing romantic so far from our anniversary, you’ll have to outdo yourself and you might not be able to top this.” “Well I’d much rather you top me for our anniversary; so, problem solved already.” He winks craning his head to watch you dip a brush into the red. “Hush babe.” You mumble fingers tracing the freckles on his back before you run your brush against them. “Hold still.” You mumble after almost an hour of painting. You won’t admit it but you’re incredibly relaxed, as you continue to work you can feel every muscle that’s been tense and twisted slowly coming undone. “That was the first time I moved since- Are you crying?” Reggie jerks turning fully around to pull you into a hug faster than you realize yes you are indeed crying.

‘Baby what’s wrong?” “Nothing? I guess, I mean I’m probably a lot more stressed than I thought.” “Why, did someone say something again I’ll-“ “No I was, I was just scared; that since we weren’t spending time together you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “of course I want you, not being able to see you as much, to kiss and hold you sucks; I’m not going to lie I hate it. But being able to spend this time with you and have it means so much more, is at least one bright spot besides its- oh sorry.” He twists looking at his back in the mirror, you scowl. “It was supposed to be a palm tree.” You narrow your eyes at the green streak cutting through the sunset you’d painted.

“It still is? Just with a really long leaf?”He shrugs and lays back down. “see what else you can turn it into, maybe next week you can redo the sunset.” “Next week?” “This is the most rest I’ve gotten in the last month between practice and studying this is the best hour of my life.” “Because you can sleep?” “Because I get to spend it with you, but the sleeping is also a plus.”

Summary: Reggie/Plus Sized! Reader Request: Using the song “Freaking me out” by Ava Max; they meet & fall for each other and the reader freaks out because all the guys she’s ever liked were like Reggie in some way and maybe he tells her he loves her You hadn’t been paying attention the first three times you met Reggie Mantle; to be fair the first time wasn’t really meeting him. It was more crashing into him after practice when Ginger had shoved you into the guys locker room on a dare. Reggie had caught you and offered to buy you Pop’s for the ‘trauma’ you’d suffered. “How is the guys locker room trauma?” You look up from the burger you’d ordered.

“Have you seen Andrews? “No I wasn’t looking at anyone besides you.” You try to laugh it off but he just smirks at you. “It was a joke!” “Not a funny one though.” He laughs as you flush. “If it helps I wasn’t looking at anyone else besides you either.” He offers. “That doesn’t help at all. But what about Archie then? You like him?” You laugh when he glares. “No I meant seeing him shirtless is trauma, he’s anyways, enough about him, what about you.” “What about me? Was that your attempt to see me shirtless?” “If it works then yes it was.” He grins and you laugh once more shaking your head.

You can already hear the laughs from the football team; you know having just joined the River Vixen’s; being the only plus sized girl on the team meant you were usually a support at the base of any of the stunts, despite this Cheryl would often feature you in the front; at first you thought it was because she viewed you as someone to make look better, but you learned from Toni that Cheryl actually preferred you to be in front because you could actually keep up with her dance and movements without looking as she put it ‘a sweaty pile of stretch lycra’ You couldn’t help laugh at that. Of course for the moment it seems the football team is laughing but not for that reason you’re about to scold them, assuming they’re mocking Lia for falling again when you catch the tail end of what was obviously a hilarious joke judging by how Chuck doubles over laughing.

“No you’re right, we should let the other team’s know we have a hippo on the river Vixen’s bet it’ll scare ‘em off.” You roll your eyes almost disappointed they weren’t being more creative in insulting you. You shuffle forward confused when Cheryl’s hand tugs you back. “This is gong to be great.” She laughs and you turn to where she grins at, watching Reggie stalking towards Chuck. As warm as you are at the thought of him defending you; you can’t help your thoughts drift back to the last boyfriend you dated, how when he’d defended you it either ended with him in a fight or his insitence you owed him for it. When no shouting or hitting is heard, and Reggie walks over you tense slightly.

“You okay Y/N? I told Chuck off, as long as I’m captian I’m not going to have any of my team member’s being needlessly rude like that. Do you want me to walk you to your car?” He runs his hand on the back of his neck, like Mark used to you chuckle. “ I know it was just a joke but if it helps you feel better.” “Personally I’d feel much better if you took her to Pop’s she hasn’t eaten since lunch!” Cheryl scolds and you glare at her, she leans over whispering into your ear. “You’re welcome for wingwomaning you, I see that look in your eye, you’re thinking of Mark, Reggie’s nothing like him; or any of the others, before you start trying to pick them apart; for that matter.” She beams nudging you into Reggie and waving you both off. “Did Cheryl just pick you up, for me?” Reggie questions laughing a little when you nod. “God I have to remember to thank her when I get over how weird that is.” You laugh nodding. “I’m sure she’ll think of some tribute fitting for her.” “I’m assuming it’ll be just as over the top as her obviously.”

You haven’t officially told everyone you’re dating, as far as even Cheryl knows you’ve gotten closer with Reggie but nothing yet had come of it. Reggie decides and you agree to tell everyone at the halloween party that Cheryl’s hosting. She refuses to allow any of the couples in unless they’re in couple’s costumes and you almost manage to convince Reggie to dress as her and you’d go as Toni, but he refuses and you end up confused as he shows up in a tux; you’d agreed to dress as Catwoman and batman and you narrow your eyes at him. “What are you playing at, you’re supposed to be Batman!” He smirks nodding. “I’m billionaire Bruce Wayne, who has nothing to do with Batman.” “I’m going to murder you.” “Wow what a shock Catwoman threatening a civilian.” He laughs when Cheryl opens the door. “Y/N! you look great, come in; Reggie you can come in when you have a costume on.” “What I’m-“ “In a tux.” “Oh for the love of-“ He glares pulling a Batman mask from the inside of his jacket.

“Aww you two are Batman and Catwoman!! So cute!!!” Cheryl beams pulling you both in. “Im glad you two saw sense and decided to actually date and show up as a couple; if either of you try to deny it I’ll just have Toni show you all the photos she managed to catch of you two looking sickeningly in love with each other when you thought no one was listening. Now;” Cheryl spins smiling back you and then to everyone else. “Who want’s to play spin the bottle?”