Mystic Messenger x Reader One Shots

Dress Shopping (707 x Chubby!Reader)

Your heart sank in your chest when the zipper to the dress you adored so much wouldn't go all the way up. That was already the tenth dress in that one store alone. A whole day's worth of dress shopping didn't succeed in anything besides taking your self-confidence and ripping it to shreds.

"Hey, babe, you ready yet?" Seven called from outside the dressing room.

"N-no," you answered quickly. "I-I don't like how this one looks on me, I'm not even going to show it to you."

He stayed silent. You knew you couldn't fool him that easily, he knew the true reason why you haven't shown him any of the dresses you had tried on that whole day. None of them fit you - or for the few that did fit, you hated how they looked on you.

After a whole day's worth of holding in your emotions, you finally couldn't do it anymore. Collapsing onto the ground while still wearing the dress, you cried. They were loud, breath hitching sobs that you couldn't control. You thought going dress shopping with Seven would be a great idea until you realized how awful these dress shops are. The dresses ran so small that your normal size turned out to be three sizes too small. It didn't help that after nearly thirty dresses tried on, not one of them ended up fitting you properly.

"(Y/N)... Are you okay?" Seven asked cautiously after hearing your loud sobs.

You sniffed loudly and quickly tried to wipe away your tears, but it was too late. He had already opened the door to your dressing room to find you on the floor with tears running down your face.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he kneeled beside you, placing his hand on your cheek while he helped wipe away your tears with his thumb.

"None of them fit. Not any of the dresses I tried on today. I hate my body and myself."

You couldn't help but start crying again and he placed his other hand on your other cheek, forcing you to look at him.

"Don't ever say that," he told you. "You're absolutely beautiful. I love every inch of you and you should too."

Sniffing again, you averted your eyes down to the ground. Even his loving compliments weren't enough to make you feel better this time.

"But I can't even fit into a dress, Seven..."

Hesitating for a moment, he suddenly stood up and walked out of the dressing room, leaving the door open behind him. Standing up slowly, you were curious as to what he was going to do. You only got a small glimpse of him walking into the dressing room across from yours holding a short, pink frilly dress in arms.

After a couple of minutes, he finally walked out of the dressing room wearing an extremely tight looking pink dress that he didn't even bother to attempt zippering up. The current workers around all gave him dirty looks while you couldn't help but laugh.

"Holy shit, no wonder you couldn't fit in these dresses," he said with ragged breaths before turning towards the workers. "I thought you people sold dresses, not corsets."

A wide grin spread across his face and you couldn't help but smile. He looked absolutely ridiculous and he did it just to make you feel better. You couldn't imagine a day where he wouldn't be able to surprise you with something as ridiculous as this.

"Come on, we should probably go now before they kick us out," you giggled.

"Give me a minute, I think I look good in pink," he said as he stretched in front of the mirror while still wearing the tight dress.

As he stretched again in front of the mirror, a sudden loud tear was heard that made the both of you freeze with wide eyes.

"On second thought," he said, "we should probably leave now."