2P!F.A.C.E x Depressed!Chubby!Reader

Francois, Oliver, Matt and, Al were out on a walk minding their own business. Al insisted to go beat the shit out of some guys he knew that owe him money while Matt was arguing about much of an ass he was for being a vegan. Oliver was thinking about a new flavored cupcake to bake and trying to figure out how to make Al eat it while Francois was smoking, not giving two-shits about anything.

Matt and Al were getting their weapons out, ready to smash each other's faces, with Matt having a hockey stick with barbed wire wrapped around it while Al had a baseball bat with nails sticking out of the head. Francois sighed at them and continued to mind his own business while Oliver, who was lost in thought, heard something coming from a nearby alley.

"Matt! Al! Stop fighting for a second!" the Brit yelled.

"What now, Oliver? If it's about me trying your new cupcakes, then no!" Al sneered while on the other hand, Matt heard the same noise Oliver heard.

"Shut up, poser! I hear something."

"So, you hear it too, huh, Mattie~?"

"I told you NOT to call me that damn name!" the Canadian yelled.

While the French male ignored the other three bicker at each other, the noise was coming closer. Out of an alley came a girl, who was covered in her own blood. Oliver noticed her first and ran towards her. The two brothers followed in pursuit of the Brit as the French male just walked over to see what Oliver was running to.

"Good heavens, you poor thing! What happened to you?" the Brit said/asked the girl who collapsed on the street. Matt and Al saw the girl as well and they were a bit shocked. Francois scoffed and inhaled another whiff of his cancer stick.

"Damn, what do you think happened to her?" the Canadian asked.

"I don't know, but this poppet has cuts all over her arms, both old and new!"

"Probably a gang of dumb asses jumped her a few times too many." Francois stated.

Al growled at the thought. "Those bastards! Beating a chick is so low for them to do. I like kicking peoples asses but I would NEVER hit a chick, don't care if their slutty bitches or not!"

"Boys! That's money in the swear jar for both of you when we get home. Matt, can you carry her?"

"Sure." he said. Matt picked the girl up bridal-style then followed Al, Francois, and Oliver home.

~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~

The girl woke up and noticed she was in a warm bed. She got up and saw that someone wrapped up her cuts. She made her way to the door and opened it slowly. The girl had to find a way out before being seen by anyone. After she made it down the stairs, she saw three men who in turn looked at her.

"Hey, poppet~! Glad to see you're okay~!" A cheerful man said. She noticed he had strawberry-blonde hair with baby blue eyes with a mixture of pink and he had cute freckles. He wore a purple dress shirt with a pink vest, tan khakis, and an icy blue bow tie. He walked over to her and smiled while the girl just stood there and looked at him with no emotion at all.

"My name is Oliver~!" He smiled. He noticed her unusual silence and asked in a worried tone "You okay, poppet?" The other three men came up behind him to see what's going on as well. "Hey, Doll, can you talk or are you a mute?" the man with auburn hair asked. He had crimson red eyes with tan skin and red shades on his head. He wore blue jeans with black tennis shoes, a grey dress shirt and a bomber's jacket stained with blood.

Beside him was another man who had blonde hair with a cute curl and tired violet eyes that were hiding behind his black shades. He wore a red plaid shirt and blue jeans with red converse. The older blonde had tired violet eyes with a stubble covering his face. He wore a dark purple dress shirt with black pants and black slacks.

"Boys, say 'hi', she might be shy." Oliver whispered to the two behind him.

"Name's Al, doll." the auburn hair male grinned.

"Matt." the blonde man grunted.

"......Francois" the other blonde mumbled.

"....(y-y/n)..." the girl said with a monotone.

"Do you have anywhere to go, poppet~?" Oliver asked. She shook her head.

"Well, why not live with us~? We have a spare room~." she gave a small smile in response to what he said and nodded.

"Great~! Al, can you set up the guest room for her~?"

"Fine." He then walked off.

"You look thin, poppet. Why not have some food?" she nodded.

After she ate, she thanked them for dinner and went to her room to rest. After she walked into her room, she went to the bathroom and threw up the food she ate then went to bed.

~~~~~~Time Skip: 1 month~~~~~~

(Y/n) has lived with Francois, Oliver, Matt, and Al for a month and started to become distant from them. All four of them noticed that she was really pale and thin and were starting to worry. The family grew fond of their new friend they found a month ago.

She always helped Oliver cook dinner and bake cupcakes. She helped Matt with hockey practice and they made a great team together. She was the only one who understood Al about being lonely and wanting friends. Al rewarded her by opening up to her and she was always there if he needed her. Francois often offered her a glass of wine or write stories with him, which she always said yes.

(Y/n) was coming out of her room and saw her four friends sitting in the living room with sad looks on their faces. Matt noticed her first.

"Maple Leaf, please tell us what's wrong, we want to help you." he pleaded.

"Yeah, babe, you said you would be there for me. Now, let us be there for you. I don't want to lose the only friend who understands me like you do."

"Please, poppet, talk to us." Oliver said.

"Mon petite fleur, we know you're 'urting. You don't 'ave to hide it anymore." the French man stated.

(Y/N)'s eyes started to fill and looked down. "I-I-I'm s-s-orry. I-I th-thought you......only took me in because.....I was hurt. I was in the a-alley that day because I-I wanted to die. I didn't have any friends cause I'm bigger than the others so I cut myself and stopped eating. I-I thought that i-if I was dead people would be happy." she cried.

She felt arms wrap around her waist, she looked up and saw Matt. "Maple Leaf, we love you for who you are, not by how big you are."

Al hugged her as well. "He's right. Those other girls are nothing but sluts, but you are the most beautiful girl we have ever seen."

Oliver hugged her from behind. "Poppet, you're the best thing that's happened to this family. You're with us now, and for now on, we will be there for you when you need help."

Francois wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I may be a lazy jackass, but your kindness 'as broken zhrough zhe barrier I 'eld up. And for zhat, merci."

They all smiled at you and embraced you. "Promise, you won't cut yourself or bring yourself down about your weight again, okay, Maple Leaf?" you nodded and hugged them back. "Now, let's get you something to eat, poppet~!" Oliver said and went to the kitchen. "Oliver, she is not eating anything poisonous!" Al yelled and followed him while you laughed and hugged Matt as Francois ruffled your hair half-heartedly.

"Thanks, you guys. I'm so glad you took me in. You're the best family ever." The four of them smiled at you once more, glad that they were able to help you with your problems. They were, indeed, the best people you have ever found in your life. And, let's just say that, whenever someone made fun of you or made you cry, they were never seen again.