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Requested by @fandom-queen-of-the-world:  may I request a Sherlock (BBC) and reader fic where the reader has trouble liking her body (as in she is slightly plus size) and sherlock shows her how much she means to him?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,116

Warnings: Insecurity (?)

A/N: Tiny and fluffy, just for you. Also, to whoever feels related, know that you are beautiful. The fact that we are beautiful in different ways doesn’t make us less or more beautiful from one another. We are all snowflakes, and snowflakes are gorgeous no matter what.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

She was once again standing in front of the mirror. The magazine laying at her bed was full of women with bodies so fit they made one feel like starting a diet right away.

They were beautiful, skinny, tall… Everything a woman would love to be.

She looked at her own body. Stretch marks, a bit of cellulite even, and her love handles were huge, as well as the fat rolls on her belly that had once been un-existent. She was ordinary, not a gorgeous face, so her looks didn’t work to dissimulate her extra weight.

Suddenly, Sherlock’s face appeared on the mirror behind her.

He placed his warm hands on her shoulders and then slid the down to her waist. “So beautiful.” He whispered on her ear as he placed a feather-like kiss on her cheek.

She sighed heavily. “Mind knocking next time?”

“And miss the chance to see you in your underwear with a lot of light? I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He replied and wrapped his arms around her waist. “What’s wrong?” He asked, noticing the sad look on her face.

“I’m wrong.” She answered bitterly.

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why is Liam so warm? like if you were to stand next to him you would just be consumed by his warmness. why is he so soft? he looks like he is made from everything soft and fluffy. why is he so cuddly? let me cuddle you :( how is he capable of smiling the way he does with his entire face that just makes my heart so happy? why is he so giggly? why is he so soo soooooo precious? why is he the biggest tease? then less than a second after he is this huge puddle of preciousness and giggliness and everything cute warm and fuzzy?! why is his pouty lip so cute? why is he so endearing? why does he do that thing with his eyebrow, you know the thing and manages to be cute about it? I feel like he is just this beautiful soul full of warmth and peace. why is Liam so fucking amazing? how does he do all of this? how is that possible for a single person to be all at once? who are you Liam Payne and why are you doing this to me?

DC = Don’t Consider

From this request: Can you do a Dan Howell imagine where the reader is American and loves Marvel just super fluffy and cute where the reader defends Marvel against DC

*Dan Howell-centric

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Anyone who knew Dan and Phil knew that they were nerds. They were classic cases—they stayed inside for ungodly amounts of time, they binged everything they could find, they trolled the internet for products and fan art and everything else for their favorite shows. And of course, they had their gaming channel.

So it only made sense that a girl who came into their lives would be just as big of a nerd as them.

What they hadn’t counted on was the fact that the girl would be American.

You’d landed in England as a foreign exchange student at a local university. You thoroughly enjoyed your time and, surprisingly, were offered a job toward the end of your semester. So you got your things settled, found a flat, and started your life as a Brit.

You ran into Dan as you were exploring one weekend. Of course, you knew who he was—you watched all of his videos. But you restrained yourself from being an over-excited fangirl.

The two of you met when you were trying to find a cinema—you were desperate to see the new Avengers movie. So you stumbled around, trying to find it on your own, but time was growing short. So you started asking around, hoping the locals could tell you where to go.

It just so happened that Dan and Phil were going to the exact same showing that you were trying to get to. They told you they could show you the way, so you tagged along with them. You expected to go your separate ways after purchasing tickets, but the boys asked if you wanted to sit with them.

And, as the saying goes, the rest was history.

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Dan somehow managed to get over his awkwardness and ask you out. The two of you began dating and it was the best thing you could have imagined. The two of you spent a lot of time together. Phil was happy for Dan and loved spending time with you as well.

Dan loved getting to know you over the next few months. He learned your likes and dislikes, finding out just how much the two of you had in common.

One of the best things about you was the fact that you were a die-hard Marvel girl. If someone so much as mentioned DC, you began to twitch.

One day, Dan invited you over to his flat for a day of movie watching. He and Phil got all sorts of snacks set out and you soon arrived.

“Hey, babe,” Dan said, giving you a tiny kiss when you walked in.

“Hi, Y/N!” Phil said, waving.

“Hi, guys,” you said with a smile.

Dan led you over to the couch before he stepped to the television. He picked up two movies and looked over at Phil, giving him a wink.

“Okay, Y/N,” Dan said, turning to you. “What do you want to watch first—Deadpool or Batman vs Superman?”

Dan had to bite his tongue when he saw the scowl you were giving him.

“You think you’re funny, Howell?”

“What?” Dan asked, mocking innocence. “These are both great movies. And you like superheroes, right?”

“Don’t play dumb, Dan. You’ll win every time.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Phil asked. He knew full well what Dan was doing, but he couldn’t resist poking the bear.

“Dan knows I’m a Marvel girl. How dare he even mention a DC character in the same sentence as a Marvel one?”

“Is there really that big of a difference?” Dan asked. “I mean–”

“Seriously?” you asked.

The boys sat back and listened as you went on a ten-minute rant about why Marvel was superior in every way to DC. It was fantastic but also slightly scary.

Finally, Dan placed his hand over your mouth. “Okay, Y/N, okay. We’ll watch Deadpool. I’m sorry I got you so riled up. Hey!”

“What?” Phil asked, watching as Dan pulled his hand back suddenly.

“She licked me!”

You stuck your tongue out at Dan. “You deserved it.”