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Can You Please Do A Plus Size Reader That Has An Eating Disorder And He Helps Her See Her Beauty? It

can you please do a plus size reader that has an eating disorder and he helps her see her beauty? It would mean alot to me. it doesnt have to have smut. if not its ok really!

This is my longest drabble till date, all because I couldn't make myself stop! Get ready for some major FLUFF!

It was a hot summer day, and everyone was enjoying a nice pool party at Tony Stark's vacation home.

Well, everyone but you.

As one of his assistants, it was your job to be there. Because despite the vacation mood, Tony Stark was always working.

He had invited you over as well, but since the theme was swimwear, you stood out like a sore thumb in your loose summer dress.

Why the summer dress? Because you felt terribly self-conscious among all these 'god bods,' given how you were a plus sized individual.

Needless to say, your mood was off and you were not really involved in the party. You just hung out in the shade, away from the pool itself, and busied yourself with making perfunctory adjustments to Stark's schedule and project related orders.

So you were genuinely startled when someone slid into the chair next to you and offered you a bowl of fruit.

Looking up, you discovered that it was Loki, mischief personified. Just like you, he wasn’t dressed for the pool either--wearing a simple charcoal t-shirt and pants instead (still looked smoking hot, though).

Immediately, you were on high alert, wondering if some kind of trick was up his sleeve. Why else would he approach you? Because despite your inherent attraction to him, he had never really shown interest in you. Hell, he hadn’t interacted with you beyond whatever was required for his involvement in Stark's various pet projects. Why now?

“Umm… hi?” you began awkwardly, giving him a small smile as you straightened up, brushing the folds of your dress to smoothen it.”May I help you with something?”

“Hello dear,” he said, tilting his head a bit, his handsome face inscrutable. “Always so professional and to the point. What are you doing here, all by yourself?”

The fruit bowl was still on offer, and honestly, you didn’t know what to do with it. So you ignored it.

“I’m still working,” you tried to explain.

“No, you aren’t,” he countered quickly, not letting you go on any further. “Stark’s affirmations aside, I’m pretty good at detecting deception. You’re not working, you’re hiding. I’m curious as to why.”

That was… too on the nose. And it made you feel as though you were a bug and he had you under a magnifying glass.

You didn’t like that. So you showed him your tablet with the scheduling app open in it.

“You’re far too confident about your observations, good sir.”

He chuckled, picking a grape from the bowl he was still holding out for you. “Hmm, I quite like the sound of that.”

“The sound of what?”

He popped the grape in his mouth and chewed slowly, gazing into your eyes all this while. “Nevermind.”

The fruit bowl was pushed at you again. This time, more insistently. You sighed.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You never really are, are you?”

You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean?”

“We are on our third day of vacation, and I haven’t seen you eat much up till now. During meal times, you’re either not present at the table, or you simply eat like a wee bird. And even now, you’re resisting.”

His observation wasn’t wrong at all. You were just too anxious about food, especially around other people, and it messed with your appetite in a big way. You ended up skipping your meals a lot, even though you knew that it wasn’t healthy.

Still, it rankled that he was pointing it out so openly.

“It isn’t your job to watch my eating habits.”

“But what if I make it so?”

What did that even mean?

You frowned as you set the tablet aside and turned towards him fully, still ignoring the fruit bowl. “There’s no need. I’m fine. I… ate earlier.”

He sighed, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “As I said, I can detect deception. Try again. How about actually eating one of these with me?” He nodded at the fruits again.

Seriously, what was his problem? Was he hazing you? Trying to tease you about your weight or something?

“I don’t feel hungry.”

“Is that an honest answer?” he asked, grasping your hand.

What happened next startled you enough to make you yelp.

He freaking teleported you!

“Loki! What the hell?!” Instinctively, you grabbed his arms and held onto him, having lost your sense of balance as you whooshed through the air. “Why did you do this?”

“I thought it convenient,” was all you got in response, much to your growing annoyance.

“Cut it out! Stop this… prank…trick… whatever it is that you’re trying to pull on me!” you cried out, pushing away from him finally.

As you looked around, you discovered that he had brought you to your suite. For unknown, likely stupid reasons.

“Prank?” He grasped your hand again, much more gently this time. “No. That’s only reserved for the individuals wading in the waterhole outside.”

“Then what is the meaning of… all this? Why the fruit bowl? Why bring me here? What do you want?”

“You aren’t taking care of yourself; I noticed,” he replied, sounding earnest this time, even though you still had your doubts about why he was so focused on you. “I know that you don’t trust me, because of my notoriety and past actions, but I promise you, my intentions are honest and my concern genuine. Till date, I have observed you from afar, because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my presence, for obvious reasons. But I couldn’t take it anymore…”

You still couldn’t quite believe his words. “Why do you care?”

He looked away for a bit, out the window of your living room, as if contemplating what he’d say next. Then, his gaze sharpened as it turned back to you. “You’re sweet and kind, sharp of wit, knowledgeable and resourceful in ways that are lost to me, ethereal in your beauty and full of quiet grace; I feel drawn to you. Why shouldn’t I? Is there a rule that stops me from caring about someone like you? Or is it that you think me incapable of doing so?”

You just stared at him in disbelief. Did he actually mean all of that? But…

“That’s not it, Loki. I’m sorry.” You shook your head, prying your eyes away from his intense gaze. It was making you hot all over. “The unspoken societal norms say that you shouldn’t. I’m just Mr. Stark’s tubby, lowly assistant. Technically, you don’t even know me. I don’t actually belong here; I’m only here because of my job.”

He took your name then, softly, in a lilting tone that made you feel… special, somehow. Like you were the centre of his universe. It was unnerving as much as it was flattering. It made you freeze like a deer in headlights.

“Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I don’t know you that well. One can only do so much from afar, after all. But I want to know you. Will you turn me away? And even when you do… do you think that I will stop caring about you? Do you think that the heart works on such cold logic?”

His hand framed your cheek then, drawing you in even as you desperately tried to make sense of and accept what he was saying.

You didn’t have the answers to any of his questions. You simply watched him in mute surprise and growing nerves, your lips parting slowly as he caressed your face in tender supplication.

“Please, let me take care of you. Let me prove to you that I’m not tricking you. I want to see you happy and thriving.”

You blinked several times as you tried to absorb his confession. It still didn’t make sense, but his eyes held an honesty to them that couldn’t be denied. Yes, he was the trickster who everyone was wary of, but at present, he wasn’t playing that role.

There was no benefit to be had in playing tricks on you, after all. You had always treated him with respect; he had no reason to be antagonistic towards you.

“I… I don’t feel comfortable eating around other people,” you admitted finally, looking down in shame. “I feel like a fat pig who’s gorging on food, that everyone is judging me for simply existing. I’m sorry I was so standoffish about it.”

“You needn’t apologize. I may not know exactly how it feels to be in your position, but I do know how it feels to be uncomfortable in one’s own skin.” He pressed his forehead to yours, just holding you close as he said that.

The simple intimacy of it was a great comfort, one you didn’t even know you needed.

Slowly, you let go of the tension you had been holding in your shoulders, wrapping your arms around him.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” you whispered, too afraid to ask aloud.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked rhetorically, tracing your lips with his thumb. The sensual touch was utterly disarming. “You don’t see yourself as I see you, sweet one. I think I’ll make it my mission in life to make you believe it. Will you allow me?”

Your whole face was on fire. “Are you asking me out?”

He chuckled, nudging your nose with his. “That is exactly what I’m doing.”

When he kissed you, your whole body felt electrified. This had to be a dream… and you were about to wake up. You wanted to wake up, because this would otherwise be horribly cruel on you.

But you didn’t wake up… because, you discovered, as he backed you up against a wall, that you weren’t dreaming. This was real. His coaxing lips on yours was very tangible and alluring.

You shivered and gasped as he deepened the kiss, his tongue playing against yours, dominant but still tender. For the next few moments you were completely lost to the world, being held by the dreamiest guy you had ever met.

No, he wasn’t a mere ‘guy,’ he was an otherworldly being, a god… and he had chosen you.

“So, do you want to eat with me? I’m feeling quite famished now,” he murmured when your lips parted, breathing heavily.

He asked you so sweetly… How could you say no to that?

“I’ll try.”

“Good girl.” Taking your hand, he took you to the sofa and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. “Let me feed you.”

Soon, you found yourself all wrapped up in him as he fed you the fruits, one bite at a time. After each bite, he kissed you, letting you feel the pure desire he held for you. Surprisingly, it helped you in keeping the food in, for he took your anxiety away with every little kiss he bestowed on you.

The fruit bowl was empty in no time at all… much to your amazement. All thanks to Loki… who had made you feel beautiful, who had pried your worries away with his sweet words and loving gestures.

And kisses. Lots of kisses.

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