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I love all of you (Peter x reader)

"Darling, can you please open the door?" Peter asked gently, knocking on the bathroom door. You had been in their since you got home from work and he could clearly hear you crying on the other side of the door, crying. Usually he would be out, watching over you, to make sure no one hurts you but he had stopped since you had asked him to. Now he was blaming himself for whatever you were crying about. Either way, he was determined to cheer you up.

When he didn't hear a response, he decided to knock again. "Baby please, I'm getting scared. Can I come in?" "N-no, you hate me. Th-they said you did." You finally managed to whine out. This made Peter's blood boil. He wanted to know what sick person would tell you that. However, even with how angry he was, you were his top priority right now. "Darling, I could never hate you. I love you too much to even think about hating you. I have no reason to hate you. I don't know who told you that but they were extremely wrong. Can I please come in? I'm extremely worried about you. I miss seeing your gorgeous/handsome face." At this point, he had ranted himself all the way down to where he was now kneeling down, staring at the door.

"....mhm." He heard vaguely behind the door. It was barely enough to where he heard it, but when he did, he stood up as fast as he could. He slowly opened the door, peering in to make sure you were decent. It didn't really matter, he would have gone in even if you weren't, but he felt it was necessary to know what he was walking in on. You were curled up on the floor, crying into your knees. He slowly walked over to you, kneeling down in front of you, playing with your hair.

"Darling, what's wrong? What happened?" Peter asked, hearing you still sniffing. "I-I had a rough d-day at the diner today." You weeped, curling into yourself any further. He pouted and sat down beside you. "I am so incredibly sorry, my love. Is their anything I can do to help?" You shrugged, still crying. Peter slowly wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You didn't budge. Just sat their crying.

After a minute, you finally spoke again. "P-peter, do you th-think I'm fat?" Peter almost jumped at the sudden question but was quick to answer. "Of course not darling, why would you think that?" "Because a group of people at the diner said that I was and that the only reason why I work their. Then they said that I was just a burden to everyone around me and-and.... They said I was just a waste of space and I was lucky to even have someone to call a boyfriend." You sobbed, almost losing breath as you said that, bursting into tears once more. Peter's heart sank. Whoever said that, he promised himself he would "deal with" later.

"Darling, of course not. Let's get one thing straight, if anything I'm lucky to have you, all of you. You're stunning, from top to bottom. Don't let a group of lowlives who have nothing to do then pick on everyone else get under your skin." You sank further into yourself. But I'm overweight and, like, my stomach giggles. I dont think it's supposed to do that." You whined. He crawled in front of you and lifted your chin up. "Darling, I love all of you. The stomach is just a bonus that I love even more. Nothing to be ashamed of." He chuckled, pulling you into a hug. "You like a big ol pillow. Extra adorable." You sniffled and hugged him back. "Y-you don't hate me for it?"

"Of course not darling, I love you for you, not what you look like. Now come here, we're gonna do something." He said, pulling you up to you feet and standing in front of the mirror with you. He stood behind you and hugged you, placing his hands on your stomach. "Can you look into the mirror for me darling?" You hesitated but slowly looked up. "Keep looking at yourself, alright? And just repeat after me. Can you do that?" You nodded, staring into the mirror, seeing Peter right behind you, resting his head on yours. "Say, 'I am beautiful'." You groaned, "But i'm not-" He quickly stopped you, placing his finger on your lips. "Nope, 'I am beautiful'. Say it." "FIne, I'm beautiful." You caved in as he moved his finger. " 'I'm strong.' " You lowered your head, "I'm strong." " 'I'm hot.' " You chuckled, "Peter-" "Just say it." "Fine, I'm hot" You grinned, looking back into the mirror. " 'And i'm confident' " "and I'm confident."

You hadn't realized until then but you were already feeling way better. You chuckled and laid your head backward onto Peter's. "Thank you Baby." He grinned. He was glad he could finally help you feel better. "Of course, anything for my baby. Anyway, imma need all those bullies names, numbers, what they ordered, when they left, address, and any other information you may have on them. No particular reason." You chuckled. "Now Peter, no murdering people. The files and recordings of them are in the manager's office though. You didn't hear that from me." You both snickered, giving each other a little peck on the lips.

(Ty all so much for all the love on this book^^ I really love writing this book and I'm glad you all enjoy it to💕🎉 I'm thinking of making a Christmas chapter as a thank you to you all See you in the next chapter😌)

Also this picture inspired this oneshot (and my own insecurities 😭😭)