Big Boy Pants [Chubby!America X Reader]

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“Nooooo!!” Alfred bellowed; you jumped and turned towards the hall way leading to his room from the living room.

“Alfred?” you called, an unsettling feeling in your stomach. You waited,  but there was no reply. “Alfred? Are you ok?” Again, there was no reply from said American. Cautiously, you stood and padded towards the hall. What was wrong with Alfred?

“No!” growled America once more, a loud bang following. Adrenaline rushed through your body, causing your legs to quickly carry you towards his room.

“Alfred?!” you called, voice echoing down the hallway. Your heart pounded in your chest as you ran down the hall, heart beats mixing with your thumping footsteps on the wooden flooring. When you reached Alfred’s door you heard thumping from within as well as growls of struggle. You assumed the worst, panic washing over you like a tsunami. You threw the door open, rushing into the room. “Alfred?!” You looked at the American, who had his back to you, noticing as he flinched and froze.   The blonde looked at you over his shoulder,

“_-___!” he said a little too loudly, a dusting of pink coating his cheeks.

“Are you alright?! What was all the yelling about?!” You glanced around the room, but noticed nothing out of place despite all of the bumping. Alfred’s blush darkened,

“U-Um, u-uh...n-nothing! I-It was nothing!” he rushed, “j-just go back downstairs. I – I’ll be there in a minute!”

“Are you sure you’re ok?” you questioned, tilting your head to the left. The American nodded vigorously. You cast him a look, “Ok, Alfred, whatever you say.” Slowly, you backed out of the room, closing the door once more. You stared at the door for a moment, “well – that was weird.” Starting to walk away, the thumping came again, this time with curses on its tail.

“Damn it! What the hell! Come on! I don’t have time for this!!” growled Alfred’s voice. You walked to Alfred’s door and put your ear to it. There was some more thumping from behind the door, “gah! Come o-on! ____ waiting for me!!” You giggled,

“What is he going on about?” you muttered, and, out of curiosity, opened the door to Alfred’s room once more.  This time it opened quietly, and you found an irritated Alfred behind the door fiddling with his pants.  Alfred groaned,

“She won’t love me if I’m faaaaa-aaaaattt!” he tugged once more at the waist band, trying to get the two sides to come together.

“I don’t think you’re going to be able to zip those pants, darlin’,” you chuckled, noticing the four inch gap between the sides was refusing to shrink. Alfred jumped, and blushed as his eyes landed on you. You simply leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest. “Nice boxers, Captain America.” This caused Alfred’s face to burn darker,

“I think I shrunk my pants,” he groaned, to which you put a hand over your mouth to hide the grin spreading across it.
“Alfred...I, um, I don’t think it’s the pants,” you said, biting back your laughter. The American looked at you cluelessly,

“What do you mean?” You turned your head to the side, shooting your eyes from the wall to him and back then removed your hand. Finally, you couldn’t take it and you stared chuckling, which turned into laughter. It was a minute before you could say anything, as your howling laughter continued until your eyes watered and your stomach hurt.

“I – I’m saying you d–didn’t shrink your pa-an-ants!” you laughed, now clutching your stomach. You drew in a ragged breath, but returned to your laughter as the blonde proceeded to ask for the alternative option. It was another minute before you could speak, as you wiped your eyes and coughed, you walked over to your boyfriend. You drew in a few calming breathes as you stood before him.  After another cough, you placed your hands on his stomach, which proved to be squishier than you previously remember it being. “I’m saying...you need to buy bigger pants.” It took a moment, but then Alfred’s eyes widened and he looked down at his stomach.

“Are you saying I’m fat?!” he panicked, to which you shook your head.

“I’m saying you’ve gained weight, I never said you were fat. It’s cute on you!” you chuckled, smiling sincerely up at him. Alfred groaned once more,

“I can’t imagine why though!” You pursed your lips, casting him a ‘are you fucking serious’ look.

“I’m pretty sure all of that fast food you eat isn’t helping; neither is this, or this or this...” you stated, pointing to eat of the foods stated on his shirt; hamburgers, ice cream, coke, cake, pizza...

“But...I like that stuff!”

“That doesn’t make it good for you,” you noted, delivering a poke into his fleshy stomach. He crossed his arms over his mid-section self-consciously,

“Don’t do that!” insisted the blonde, then cast his eyes to the full length mirrors that hung on the doors of his wardrobe. “I understand if you want to break up with me.” You stared at him, his words not really processing.

“What?”

“You can break up with me if you want to. I get it if you don’t want to date a fat guy.” You rolled your eyes, scoffing at him.

“You’re a special brand of stupid, aren’t you Alfred Jones?” you groaned, propping your hands on your hips. Said Jones blinked at you a few times,

“What?” You let out a long, loud exasperated sigh then set your (E/C) irises sternly on him.

“Why the hell would I leave you for gaining weight?” you spat, tapping your foot. “You’re still the same dude! Would you leave me if I gained weight, Alfred?” His eyes widened,

“What?! No! Why the hell would I do that?!” You narrowed your eyes at him, causing his face to redden. “Oh – I...uh I see your point...____.”

“Mmmm, hmmm.” Finally, your glare softened and you offered him a smile as you wrapped your arms around Alfred’s middle. “You’re still cute, more so now – my little teddy bear.” Alfred’s face turned into a tomato,

“Don’t call me that!” he whined, you smirked.

“But you’re fluffy and cute, just like a teddy bear!” Alfred sighed,

“Whatever you say – Wonder Woman.” Your face fell, you hated when he called you that.

“Don’t call me that.” To this, Alfred smirked,

“But you’re wonderful, powerful, and a woman! – not to mention incredibly sexy.” A sly smile grew on the American’s face as his eye lids drooped, arms encircling you. It was your turned to blush,

“I guess buying your big boy pants will have to wait until later,” you teased, your senses returning as well as your smirk. Alfred let out a hearty chuckle and then captured your lips with his.