Female! Plus size! Reader
TW: mentions of sexual interactions, unspecified mentions of previous relationship abuse, mentions of fat fetish, mentions of disliking own body
**If I missed any tw I am so sorry, I read over it a few times but couldn't find anymore.
(Y/N) sat in the recording room, watching the cameras as Chris once again tortured the campers. She was his other best friend, right up there with Chef Hatchet, so when he invited her to be the person to keep an eye on the cameras, she obviously accepted the offer. However, over the past several weeks, things had definitely changed in their relationship. (Y/N) was often found in a corner of the recording room, Chris' hands on her hips and his mouth against hers, or led back to his trailer, only to have to sneak away in the night. She assumed he wanted a Friend with Benefits, understandably so, when this island is so boring when he isn't recording. The only issue was, she has much much stronger feelings for Chris McLean and had been experiencing them for several months now. Chris made no move to ask her on a date, no move to flirt when there were people watching, no move to even really talk to her when the cameras were rolling. It seemed as though, he didn't want more than a side situation. She didn't mind, of course, it's not like anyone had really been interested in her since her last relationship- nearly a year ago. She didn't mind in the beginning, of course, mostly because of her infatuation with her best friend, knowing that was probably all she'd ever get. But, after several weeks of this and she was starting to feel...unwanted. He obviously had no interest in anything with her outside of a friend with benefits, and she was wanting something more, something with someone who wants her in other ways- romantic ways, not just sexual ways. (Y/N) decided it was time to do something about that, opting to do what her friend (F/N) had suggested about 6 months ago- make a dating account.
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It went easier than she had expected it to go, she had never made one before and expected it to be more like they show on tv- tons of questions and videos about yourself. Flirt First was a phone app, designed to make meeting people and dating much easier. Being on an island, for the time being, (Y/N) decided to use her home city as the location. Still, sitting in the dark recording room, she scrolled through selfie after selfie. She was beyond nervous to post pictures of herself, knowing her body shape isn't the most sought-after in a partner. She nervously selected a few different ones, mostly of her face but two of them having her body in them. She was dressed up for two different formal events Chris had hosted. She looked over her Flirt First profile and decided it was good enough before posting it. The worst that could happen is no one was interested in her.
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Well, she was wrong. Within hours, several matches were sent her way. She was sitting at the picnic benches outside the three trailers with Chef and Chris. They were eating dinner when her phone dinged. Opting to ignore it, she continued her conversation with her friends. Chris kept eying her phone, which was placed face down on the table. He couldn't help but glance at it every single time it dinged. (Y/N) was not one to talk to people often. It was a lot more frequent when her mother was around, but she had passed away almost two years ago, and then after she left her last relationship, (Y/N) didn't really speak to anyone outside himself and Chef.
"You gonna get that?" He asked, curiously. She shrugged and checked the screen. He watched as a small smile made its way over her face and she put the phone back down, refusing to reply.
"What's got you so smiley?" Chef asked, his tone was curious also, but he was more teasing.
"Hm? Oh, well I signed up for a dumb dating site- (F/N) recommended it. Said I should 'put myself out there' more or something." She shrugged "I got a few matches- more than I had expected actually." Chris looked hurt but refused to say anything, looking back at his food. The conversation died down, so (Y/N) excused herself and left for her trailer, already typing a response back on her phone. Once the trailer door shut, Chef turned to Chris.
"Told you." Chris scoffed and rolled his eyes at his friend's response.
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(Y/N) had been talking to a guy- Jessie- and he was very interested in sending her compliments of all types. She felt important, he made time to talk to her and regularly called her beautiful. He made suggestive comments and talked about taking her out on a date when the show finished recording. Still, she struggled to get Chris out of her mind. It had been about 2 weeks since then and he had yet to say anything to her. She assumed the friends with benefits was over since she was talking to someone, which was fine, but she didn't expect him to stop talking to her all together. She shrugged, assuming he was just upset he lost his, for a lack of better explanation, fuck buddy.
So we've been talking for two weeks now- when can I see that gorgeous body of yours? (Y/N) was a little uncomfortable, already being uncertain about her body she wasn't one to normally send suggestive pictures. The message caught her off guard and she hesitated to reply.
I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that, actually. Her response was simple but she was being honest. She watched as he typed a message back.
I'm not sure I'm comfortable talking to someone without seeing their body. She felt even more uncomfortable as if he was trying to make her feel bad. But, he was the first guy to show genuine interest in her, maybe he was serious about it. She sighed.
Let me...get comfortable? Give me about an hour. She sighed nervously, and placed her phone on her coffee table, leaving to go shower. (Y/N) showered, brushed her hair, brushed her teeth, again- because: nerves- did her hair and got dressed into something much more revealing. Why did she even own something like this, she had no idea. She thought it was pretty when she saw it at the store, its vibrant colored lace drew her in and she bought it without a second thought, though she had never worn it before. She uncomfortably pulled at the ends of the babydoll nightgown before applying some simple makeup. (Y/N) nervously left her bathroom and headed back to her living room to grab her phone.
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Chris knocked at the trailer door for several minutes before entering. They had been friends for years and regularly barged in on each other all the time and if he knew (Y/N) she probably fell asleep reading a book. He shut the door behind him, hearing her phone ding on the coffee table, but no sign of (Y/N). He listened to the mostly silent trailer, hearing the water running in the bathroom. He sat on the couch, waiting for her to finish so he could finally apologize, the thing he had been working up the courage to do for the last 2 weeks. Her phone went off again and he decided to check it and make sure it wasn't an emergency. Though, he was genuinely surprised by the message on the lock screen.
Can't wait, I bet you're the hottest fat girl I've ever seen ;) Chris frowned at the message and opened her phone, now just being nosey. He read through the conversation and shook his head. She was clearly uncomfortable. The water shut off, so he patiently waited for her to come out and he heard the hair dryer turn on. It was silent once it turned off for a solid 15 minutes. He was beginning to get curious. When the door to her bedroom opened he turned and his jaw immediately dropped.
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(Y/N) felt her face immediately turn a bright shade of red, noticing Chris sitting on her couch. She immediately crossed her arms over her chest, which was significantly more revealed than normal. Even when they were intimate, she always managed to keep her top on.
"C-Chris! What are you doing here?!" She asked, her voice high and panicked. His mouth opened and shut repeatedly before he managed to look away from her, and she noticed the red tint forming on his cheeks.
"I uh- I came here to apologize to you. I'm sorry for the last two weeks, the way I reacted was poor." He struggled to keep his eyes off her, knowing it was making her uncomfortable, he opted to look at anything and everything else in the room. "B-but uh- you're phone went off and uhm- this guy, he seems to uh- I think he has a-"
"A fat fetish. I know." She said, pulling her arms closer to her body. Chris jerked his head to her in confusion.
"You know?" She nodded.
"Then why-"
"Because he seems to really like me, I guess." She shrugged as best she could. Chris' expression changed quickly to one of disappointment and sadness. He got up off the couch and approached her.
"(Y/N) You don't need a guy with a fetish to have someone to like you." A laugh escaped her throat and she looked at the floor. "I mean it." She shrugged again.
"Feels that way sometimes." She responded. Chris stayed a few steps away from her, not wanting to make her any more uncomfortable than she already was.
"He was making you uncomfortable- a guy that likes you shouldn't make you uncomfortable. You expressed it too, and he ignored that." She shrugged again.
"I haven't had someone interested in me since I left-"
"Yes, you have, what do you mean you haven't?" He asked, genuinely confused. Was Chef actually right?
"I haven't had a guy or even a girl or a person call me beautiful in years. I haven't felt beautiful since before I left Johnny, and that was most definitely his fault, I know, but it doesn't change the fact that no one else seems to think I am either. I haven't been flirted with, or asked on a date, or cuddled with anyone in a year. I think it's obvious that I-"
"You're what? Fat? Ugly? (Y/N) you truly don't understand how beautiful you are. You are absolutely beyond gorgeous and I- I am so sorry I never expressed that to you." Chris nervously moved a little closer to her. "Fat does not equal ugly. You are beautiful, in every aspect of the word." Chris slowly walked even closer to her and pulled her chin up to make her look at him. "I've never seen a more beautiful person- I've seen you first thing in the morning, I've seen you in your teens with acne and braces, I've seen you drunk and stumbling up my stairs, and I've seen you fresh out of the shower. I've seen you a crying mess after you finally told me what was going on with Johnny, and you know what? I've always found you to be the most beautiful person on this planet. I am so sorry I never told you that." He watched as her eyes watered, and he shook his head again. "I was scared. I uh-" He chuckled nervously. "I have wanted to ask you out on a date since we were 17, and we were in the treehouse in my parent's backyard that my dad bought for me when we were 11. It was late and we were watching your favorite Disney movie on the portable DVD player, under the massive amounts of blankets you carried from your house and somehow dragged up the ladder. I remember looking over at you, as you mouthed along the words to the movie- word for word- a smile on your face. You looked so happy and peaceful. I remember my hand accidentally brushing against yours and panicking even though your face turned bright red and you smiled. We were celebrating you getting your braces off. Something happened when I looked at you that night and I just- I knew. I knew I was so in love with you." He explained. Tears softly fell from her eyes and she chewed on her lower lip. Chris wiped the tears from her face and shook his head again, moving his hand behind her head. "I made a mistake when we were 17, and I did it again when the show started- I wanted something, anything with you so I decided maybe we could just be in between. But I can't- I can't sleep with you and kiss you, without you being mine. And I want you to be mine, officially mine. We aren't just friends- we both know that. We haven't been just friends since the show started, and-" Chris was silenced when (Y/N) pressed her lips against his. Chris quickly, without missing a beat, wrapped his arms around her waist.
"God, you are so beautiful." He said once they pulled apart. He watched as she smiled a little and looked away from him. "Nuuh, don't look away from me. (Y/N) you are beyond gorgeous and I want to take you on a date. Can I- may I- I mean would you like-"
"Yes." He grinned, leaning in and kissing her again.