#don’t get me wrong it’s great to throw on some super baggy clothes to lay around in sometimes

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i love tight clothes so much

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Hiiii 😊💖 Im so happy requests are open!!! Super super happy!!!! Can I request an NCT Yuta fluff? Pretty please 🙏🏻 but with a tall and curvy reader? I’m kinda sad that I never find tall or curvy/thick readers 😪 if you could add in that he’s comfortable with you and not the way you look and that he finds you beautiful no matter what that would be amazing. It would really make my week to see this! Thank you!!

Title: Love Your Everything

Genre: Fluff/TW (maybe) because of slight self-body-shaming??/happy ending

Pairing: Yuta (NCT) x Female Reader

Admin: Eevee

A/N: I love Yuta so much I felt like crying writing this lmaoo. To the anon that wrote this I feel you on the lack of tall/curvy readers and being tall/curvy(-ish) I loved writing this!! We’re all beautiful because Yuta said so y’all! Hope you enjoy! 

You had recently went out on a shopping trip, spending some well-earned cash on some cute clothes and nice accessories. When you got back to your apartment, you excitedly to your room, when the best natural lighting was, and dumped all your new clothes and accessories onto your messy, unmade bed. You put together a cute outfit out of your new clothes, a cute white long sleeve, off-the-shoulder top and some ripped jeans.

You changed into your outfit and immediately your happy mood deflated. You looked down to see that the top wasn’t long enough for you. It rested right at the top of your jeans covering your midriff, but if you moved your arms in any way it would ride up and expose your stomach; something you weren’t very comfortable with. You sigh dejectedly and moved to your full-length mirror to get a better look at your outfit. You frowned at what you saw. Your pants, although made your butt look great, came down just above your ankles, making them look like capris you had back in 2015. The shirt, although it was a cute off the shoulder top, you didn’t feel comfortable showing your stomach as much as this shirt does. And it was a lot.

You sigh again and dig into the rest of your new clothes. It’s just one outfit, you bought like five of them, so at least one of them should work out.

A whole hour later you sat on the floor in a pair of sweatpants and baggy sweatshirt in a pile of the new clothes you bought. You were very disappointed and frustrated with yourself. You wished you would have tried on the clothes in the store before wasting your time like this. Nothing fit the way you had liked. Pants too tight or too short. Shirts too small, too revealing, or too unappealing in your eyes. It looked cute on the hanger and on the mannequin, but on you, you were unsure. The only things that fit was the pair of sneakers and some jewelry that you had bought. So, not a complete loss, but still very disappointing.

You get up from your spot among the pile of clothes and pick them up one by one, stuffing them back into the bag so you could take them all back. You tossed the two full bags by the door and went back to lay down on your bed. Letting yourself wallow in your self-deprecating emotions. You laid there and wished you had a better body. One maybe a bit smaller, a bit thinner, a bit more appealing. Something other than what you had.  

Just as these thoughts were starting to take its effect on you, the front door open. You hear keys dangle and Yuta’s voice echo through your apartment. You got up from your bed and left your room, closing the door behind you so that Yuta doesn’t see all the clothes you had bought and ask any questions. You told him you were going shopping today, but you were hoping he had forgotten so he wouldn’t ask you how it went.

“Y/n! Are you home?” Yuta asks as you hear his footsteps go into the kitchen.

“I’m here.” You reply back as you walk towards the kitchen. You smiled when you saw him; half forced and half genuine. He smiled back and walked towards you, pulling you into his arms the minute you became in his reach. He exhaled and kissed your shoulder where his head was.

“I missed you today.” Yuta said as he pulled you even closer to him. You smiled and chuckled lightly before kissing right below his ear.

“I could tell.” You replied back jokingly and pulled away so you could rest your hand on his cheek. He smiled again at your gesture and moved in to give you a quick ‘hello’ kiss.

“How was your day today?” He asked as he let go of you and moved to the fridge. You hopped up on the kitchen counter and shrugged.

“Uneventful. Laid in bed all day pretty much.” You lied.

“You didn’t go shopping?” He asked as he glanced at you from around the door of the fridge.

“Eh.” You reply, hoping he wouldn’t want to press you for more answers.

“You were so excited to go? What happened?” He asked and you felt yourself heat up in both embarrassment and guilt. You didn’t want to lie to him but you didn’t want to touch on this subject at all. Making him worry about how you were feeling about your body was not something you wanted to put on him. “What’s wrong?” You hear Yuta asks as the fridge closes. He walks over to you and rests his hands on your thighs. You knew he could feel something was wrong, but you really, really didn’t want to talk.

“Nothing. I’m good.” You say.

“That’s a lie,” He replied right after, “You know you can tell me anything.” He finishes as he moves to hold your hand.

You contemplate your options. If you waved off this situation, he wouldn’t let this go and you both would probably start fighting. You didn’t want to start fighting over something like this. You would just have to tell him what’s bothering you, as much as you hated that.

“I did go out shopping today, but I don’t fit into anything I bought.” You say as you look down at your lap. “I spent so much money and now I have to go take all of the clothes back and look like an idiot.” You say while biting your cheek.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, baby. You’re not an idiot.” He comforts a bit as he rubs your knuckles.

“It’s not even the fact that I wasted all that money, but the fact that I’m too big and too tall to fit into any of the outfits I bought.” You interject while starting to feel frustrated and overwhelmed. You didn’t want to be so affected by something like this, but you couldn’t help but feel less than average. Mediocre.

“Y/n. You are beautiful. You are so much more than what you label yourself as. You’re not ‘too tall’ or ‘too big’, you’re you and I love you just the way you are. I love your body, your height, your smile, your personality. Everything.” Yuta says as he leans down to make you look at him. “Hey, look at me.” He says softly. You pick your head up and look into his eyes; you feel both vulnerable and safe looking at him.

“You’re beautiful just the way you are. I will tell you this everyday until you think the same, y/n.” Yuta says as he brings your hands up to his lips, kissing every knuckle. You smile and feel your eyes start to water from the emotions.

“No, no, no. Don’t cry.” He panicked as he grabbed your shoulders. You hopped off the counter and shook your head while smiling.

“I love you so much, Yuta.” You say through tears and throw your arms around his neck. He laughs and hugs you back while whispering that he loves you in your ear over and over again.

Again I love Yuta so much and while looking for the first gif, I found this one and I felt the need to add this!!! HOT HOT HOT CONTENT HERE LADIES AND GENTS!!!

[hystericalrogertaylor]

As The World Crumbles (Chapter Three)

Collaboration with @bentaylorrogerhardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word count: 2066

Summary: Ben and (Y/n) have been dating since Bohemian Rhapsody’s release. Everything seemed perfect for the young couple, until the night of the Golden Globes. Russia has bombed the United States, destroying everything and implementing a ruthless dictatorship. With the country in tatters, Ben, (Y/n), Rami, Lucy, Joe, and Gwilym form the Killer Queens, a vigilante group aimed on destroying the new government, and the cold-blooded dictator, Cornelius Vanzant.

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluffy cuteness

A/N: I hope y’all are ready...

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Six weeks later…

Ever since his Chicago rally, Vanzant had been getting worse. His messages to the people were becoming more hateful and violent towards the Killer Queens, calling for their demise as soon as possible. Your group mostly just shrugged these threats off; bold words for a man who had no idea where you were. But he was still determined to see you dead.

The threats only started to terrify you after you missed your period.

You nervously paced the floor of your room. Ben was still soundly asleep, but you were too on-edge. Your period was almost a week late, which never happened for you. One or two days, sure, but never almost seven.

There were no more doctors around, which meant your only hope of confirming or denying your theory was if you found a pregnancy test somewhere in the hospital. Maybe the pharmacy had some.

Lost in thought, you accidentally walked right into a table, knocking some things onto the floor. The noise caused Ben to wake up, groaning and rubbing his eyes. “Babe, what’s wrong? You okay?”

“Yeah…” you said slowly, still lost in thought as you began to pick up what fell.

“You look worried, what happened?” he asked. You mentally cursed his abilities to see right through you.

“Nothing.” You sat down on the mattress, petting Frankie on the head. “Nothing’s wrong.” You slowly lay back down, letting Frankie set her head down on your stomach.

“All right, if you insist.” Ben leaned over to attempt to kiss you, but Frankie quickly jumped up, growling and barking at him. “Whoa, hey!” He scooted away. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Frankie, stop,” you scolded, making her move down to your feet. “That’s weird,” you said. “She never does that.”

“And she can’t pretend like nothing’s wrong,” Ben commented. You rolled your eyes, turning onto your side to face away from him. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop prying.”

“Thank you.”

---

Later that night, after everyone had fallen asleep, you snuck out of your room and went downstairs to the pharmacy. Using an old flashlight, you rummaged around the random medications and things they had in the back. You were starting to think you wouldn’t find one until you saw a small box poking out of a disregarded bin in the back of the room. You grabbed it and sighed in relief. A pregnancy test.

You slowly closed the door to the bathroom, desperately trying to avoid waking up Ben. You took the test out of the box, reading the instructions. You followed them exactly; this was your only chance to get an accurate answer.

The test rested on the sink while you sat on the floor, leaning on the door. It had been long enough, the test should be able to give you your answer. But you were too scared to look at it. You didn’t know which result you were more terrified to see.

Slowly, you moved onto your knees so you could peek over the sink to see the result. You reached for the test, taking it in your shaky hand. You took a deep breath before looking at it.

Pregnant. The word was there, plain and clear. You were pregnant with Ben’s child.

You chucked the test into the toilet, watching it sink to the bottom of the bowl. You wrapped your arms around your stomach, backing into the wall as your body convulsed with sobs. This wasn’t what you wanted. This isn’t what either of you wanted. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You heard a knock on the door. “(Y/n)? Babe, are you in there? What’s the matter?”

You flung the door open, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you could. He hugged you back, whispering softly to you. “It’s okay, you’re fine. Did you have a nightmare? You’ll be okay, it’s only a dream.”

“It’s not a dream!” you exclaimed. “This is real! This can’t be happening!”

“Let’s just go back to bed. You’ll feel better in the morning.” He tried to guide you back to the mattress before you broke away from him.

“No,” you stated, turning towards the toilet. You kneeled down, reaching into the bowl to get the test back out.

“Okay, what the hell are you doing?!” Ben exclaimed. “Please get your arm out of the toilet!”

You yanked the test out of the toilet, letting it drip a little bit before holding out towards your boyfriend, refusing to look at him.

He slowly took the test from your hand. You heard him gasp before he was silent for several long seconds. “Holy shit,” he murmured. “Is...is this real? (Y/n), don’t be fucking with me.”

“I wish it were fake.” You stood up, still looking down at your feet.

“Why?” Ben asked excitedly. “You’re pregnant! We’re going to be parents!”

You finally looked up at his face, confused. “What?”

“This is great!” he exclaimed. “I’m gonna be a dad! You’re gonna be the best mom ever! Us, parents!”

“Ben, no,” you said sternly. “That’s the problem. We’ve talked about this. Who wants to raise a kid in a country like this?”

“We can make it work.” He put a hand on your cheek, pulling your face into his for a kiss. He dropped the test onto the floor, putting his other hand on your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck, angling your head to the side slightly.

You pulled away first, putting your hands on his chest. “Let’s go to sleep,” you suggested. “We can...figure everything out in the morning.”

Ben agreed, walking over to the mattress. You were about to lay down next to him when you stopped. You sighed, hanging your head in annoyance. “I have to pee.”

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The next morning was one of the rare times that Ben woke up before you. You awoke to find him staring at you lovingly. “You need something?” you asked, giggling.

“No, you’re just sexy when you’re pregnant,” he said, running a hand down your arm.

“I don’t even look pregnant,” you pointed out.

“Still.” He pulled you into his body, kissing you fiercely. You wove your fingers into his hair, deepening it.

Everything was fine until he decided to squeeze your boob. “Ow!” you yelped, grabbing his wrist and shoving his hand away.

Ben sat back at your outburst. “What did I do?” he asked frantically.

You put a hand over your still-aching breast. “Shit, that hurt like hell.” You pointed a finger at him. “Okay. No more touching my boobs while I’m pregnant.”

“All right, fine,” Ben agreed, looking a little disappointed. He seemed lost in thought for a few seconds before saying, “We should tell the others.”

“Oh hell no,” you asserted. “They don’t need that stress. We have to keep this to ourselves for now.”

“Eventually, we’re going to have trouble hiding it,” he reasoned.

“I’ll just have to borrow your baggy clothes then,” you countered.

He paused again. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.”

You laughed. “Thanks Ben.” You moved so you sat next to him, leaning a head on his shoulder. “You’re amazing.”

“All because of you, love.” He planted a kiss on the top of your head, putting his hand on your belly. “I bet it’s a girl.”

“Really?” you asked. “I was thinking boy.”

“Hmmm...no. It’s a girl.” He nodded his head, affirming his thoughts.

“You’re weird,” you said, laughing.

“Here, we’ll test it.” He leaned down a little so his mouth was closer to your stomach. “Hi, tiny person. How you doing down there? So, I was just wondering if you were a girl? Because I think you’re a girl.”

You rolled your eyes until your stomach rumbled. Ben let out a shout. “Ha! I told you!”

“I’m hungry, Ben. The baby’s probably smaller than a pea, they’re not even going to be making any movement yet.”

Ben huffed. “Fine. I can wait nine months to prove you wrong.”

You shook your head, standing up. “Okay, sure Ben. Let’s just go to breakfast.” You were about to grab some clothes when a wave of nausea came over you. You leaned against a table, hoping you didn’t actually throw up.

“What’s wrong now?” Ben had seemed to go into super protective mode. “Is the baby okay? Are you okay?” He stood in front of you.

At that moment, your stomach decided to empty itself all over Ben’s front side.

He stepped back, holding his arms up. You had doubled over, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You looked up, seeing your boyfriend covered in vomit. You covered your mouth, stifling a sob. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry.” Tears fell down your cheeks, concerning Ben even more.

“Shit, is this normal? Oh, my God, you’re dying.” He put his hands on the sides of his head, already freaking out. “We just find out she’s pregnant and now she’s dying.”

“I’m not dying,” you sobbed. “This is normal.”

“Then why are you crying?!” he exclaimed.

“I don’t know!” you answered, crying harder. “Hormones?”

Ben seemed to be calming down. “Okay, well, as long as you’re not dying, I’m going to go shower.”

“But I feel bad about throwing up on you!” you exclaimed.

“What?” he asked. “No, (Y/n), it’s fine. If that’s a normal pregnancy thing, we’ll just deal with it. No big deal.”

You sniffled, wiping the tears away. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I signed up for this the same time you did.” He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “But I really do want to go shower, so I’ll meet you at breakfast.”

You gave him a small smile. “Okay. I love you, Ben.”

“I love you too. Both of you.” He touched your stomach quickly before heading to the bathroom.

---

“All right, so Lucy and (Y/n) don’t feel well, so we need someone else to be in this video with Ben.” Gwilym looked around. “Any volunteers?”

“Uhh, you?” Rami suggested.

“If you volunteer someone else, it means you actually want to go,” Joe said, shrugging.

“That’s something made up by teachers to get someone to present in class,” Rami said, rolling his eyes. “My brother would agree with me. Because he’s a teacher.”

“Rami, will you please just do it?” Gwilym asked. “We’re running out of time to be able to get this through easily.”

Rami sighed. “Okay, I’ll do it. But just this once.”

“Thank you. Now stand next to Ben and try to look serious.”

Standing next to Ben, Rami stuck his tongue out, just to annoy Gwilym.

---

“I know most of you won’t recognize me, because I’m not usually in front of the camera.” Cornelius Vanzant flexed his fist as we watched this new man talk. “I’m the one who usually hacks the airways to be able to get these messages to you.”

“So he’s the source of our problems,” Vanzant growled.

He and his men listened to the rest of the broadcast, telling where Vanzant would be in the next week and telling people to rally against him, the same garbage he was used to hearing.

“We need to find them,” Vanzant said for what must have been the billionth time that day.

“Sir, we know,” one of his men said. “But there is little we can do--”

“Wait!” another man exclaimed. “Start the recording over.” The man at the controls rewound the video to the start. “Do you see the mural on the wall, sir?”

“Yes, what about it?” Vanzant demanded.

“That same mural is on a wall in the radiology wing of a hospital I stayed at while receiving treatment for cancer several years ago,” the man explained.

“That painting could be a million different places, how does that narrow our search down any?”

“The hospital commissioned my wife to paint it during my stay,” he explained. “That’s the only place it could be.”

Vanzant smiled wickedly. “Excellent.” He turned to his assistant, who was always silently next to him. “Get my plane ready. We’re headed to LA.” The assistant nodded before quickly scurrying off. “Do we know the name of this hacker man?”

“He was an actor,” one of the men said. “Rami Malek. Very talented.”

“Rami Malek,” Vanzant repeated, as if tasting the name in his mouth. “Well, Mr. Malek, your days are numbered.” He promptly stood up, stalking out of the room.

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