Braxton
Asking your best friend what his type is☆ he loves plus sized woman like you (MLW,MLF)
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Braxton was sitting cross-legged on the floor, hoodie rumpled and hair sticking up like he’d lost a fight with gravity. The takeout containers between them were already half-empty, chopsticks sticking out at odd angles while music played quietly from his phone. The mood was stupidly perfect. Greasy food, dumb jokes, no real plans.
Honey lounged across the couch, one thick thigh propped up on the cushions, the other swinging casually off the edge as she laughed at something stupid he’d just said.
God, you’re so dumb,” she said between laughs, tossing a crumpled napkin at him.
Braxton ducked and grinned.
And yet, here you are. Choosing to hang out with me. So what does that make you?
Concerned for my taste in friends.The topic had shifted somewhere between trash talk and soda refills. Honey had asked, half just teasing, what Braxton’s type was. And he’d answered without hesitation,
Bigger girls. Always has been.There was a pause, the kind that felt like the air did a double take. Honey turned her head with the slow disbelief of someone who had just heard a plot twist. her eyes narrowed, squinting like he’d just lied for fun.
No it hasn’t.Braxton raised an eyebrow, not losing that amused twitch in his lips.
You calling me a liar?
I’m saying you’re full of shit,she laughed, pointing a chopstick at him
I’ve literally never heard you say that. Like ever.He shrugged like it was obvious
Doesn’t mean it’s not true. I like curves. I want my girl to have a shit ton of stomach. It’s way better when a girl fills up a hoodie that’s supposed to be mine.She stared at him for a second longer,
You’re seriously being for real right now.He nodded, calm as ever.
I like girls who look like you, Honey. That a crime?