A/N: I'm At A Cafe And I Literally Can't Stop Thinking About Fat!reader Catching The Eye Of Gaz While

A/N: I'm at a cafe and I literally can't stop thinking about fat!reader catching the eye of Gaz while ordering a drink so BEAR WITH ME OKAY

Currently picturing Gaz scoping out an area for a mission, wishing he had a dark coffee to keep him warm so he wanders into the nearest cafe. It's crowded, soft music playing from the speakers and pop art hanging from the walls and his eyes wander the throng of people - and then he sees you in the long line, layered up to your neck to keep out the cold, waiting patiently for a drink to warm your bones. He quietly slips behind you in line, unable to stop staring at the way your cheeks are reddened from the cold and how your soft stomach spills over your jeans, the way your jacket flatters your larger figure so well. He's immediately enamored, and when you give the barista at the counter your order, he orders the exact same thing so he can run up and "accidentally" grab your drink instead of his when they call them out. He pretends to be embarrassed and apologizes as your hands brush the same paper cup, and then flashes a charming smile and comments about how "you have great taste in beverages, love".

He asks for your name and if you'd like to sit down, and by the end of the hour he knows your name, your number, where you work, what you do for fun. He decides as he walks you out of the cafe, that an overwhelmingly sweet latte was a small price to pay in order to meet a gorgeous, soft thing such as yourself.

Listen. Listen to me.

Simon "Ghost" Riley loves fat girls.

Just imagine with me for a minute:

Simon freshly home from a deployment in some frozen wasteland. But all the snow and ice is long forgotten now that he's got your soft body in his arms, curled up beneath a blanket and sharing your body heat.

Simon who can't get enough of those dips and curves, because they're the antithesis of all the sharp, jagged edges he lives with while he's on an op.

Simon who looks at you and has something primal stirred in him. Who sees you and feels a swell of pride cause you're provided for. Cared for. Safe, warm, fed. Who looks at you and sees evidence of why you feel so much like home to him.

Simon who can't get enough of the plush thighs, the soft stomach, the big upper arms. Who loves the round cheeks and wide hips. Who is constantly using you as a pillow, constantly squeezing you in his embrace.

Simon Riley loves fat girls and I will die on this hill 💖

Fat people, you are allowed to be lovingly touched. You're allowed to be pleasured, to be focused on. You're allowed to do any position you enjoy. You're allowed to have the lights on and your body seen by your partner(s). You're allowed to be cuddled and kissed. You're allowed to be in public with your partner(s) and hold hands. You deserve love and affection no matter your weight.

if i ever interacted with you and it was awkward just know im sorry and painfully aware that sometimes i come off like a person who is having the first conversation of their life

(he made nico delete this when he found it)

Hi,

It’s you friendly neighbor fanfic author here. In the light of this apparent new trend of people feeding unfinished fics to AI to get an “ending,” and some people even talking about “blanket permissions,” let me just say this:

I EXPLICITLY FORBID ANYONE TO FEED MY FICS TO AI. DUDE, THAT IS ABOUT THE LEAST RESPECTFUL THING YOU CAN DO. IF YOU DO IT, SHALL YOU BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM YOUR FANDOM AND WALK ON LEGOS BAREFOOT TILL THE END OF DAYS.

That is my anti-permission.

Thank you for your attention.