Thor Odinson x Reader One Shots - Closed

All About That Bass

All About That Bass

Request for LadyDork

"Hi could you please do a Thor x reader one where the reader is kind of chubby and has depression and Thor helps?"

"Why do the Avengers hang out with her?"

"I'm so much prettier than that girl."

"Look at her; she looks like she ate one of them."

"God, she's fat. Why do they prefer her over us?"

You heard them all. You pretended you didn't care, that you were confident in your muffin tops and bat wings, that you didn't mind being a big bigger than the stick figure skanks that threw themselves at Tony Stark and Steve Rogers every chance they got.

That was a lie. It hurt more than you would ever admit to anyone. But you kept it to yourself. Half of you believed that it was better to ignore the bullies and keep on walking, and half of you was sure no one would care to listen if you did want to complain.

You had friends. You knew the Avengers, and they often invited you to the Tower for movie nights and game parties and the like. You weren't alone by any means. But you had a lot of insecurities that you were mocked for, and you always played it off, never letting people know just how badly it hurt. You knew they were playing when it was the guys, and you didn't care what the nameless girls on the street had to say. You didn't want to bother your friends by whining about your appearance. Enough ex-boyfriends had responded with, "If you don't like it, do something about it."

You'd tried. You tried dieting, but you loved food. You couldn't live on water and green beans. You loved meat, and bread, and cookies, and soda. You often ate healthier, opting for whole grains and tea rather than muffins and sugary drinks. But you had taste, and you liked junk food. It was hard to deprive yourself, especially when you were invited to the Tower for dinner. You couldn't eat healthily there unless you told them you were on a diet, and that would lead to questions you were too insecure to answer.

You'd tried exercise as well. You went for walks every day, but then you heard more comments about your size than you cared to admit. You would have your headphones in, but the second you took a break for water or a granola bar, you heard them. They mocked you for trying to better yourself. How could you win?

You tried to simply accept yourself, looking at your nearly naked figure, clad only in a bra and panties, in the mirror, trying to find aspects about yourself that you appreciated. They were few and far between. Your eyes were a pretty color, you supposed. You'd always loved your hair. But once your gaze wandered down your flabby arms and belly pudge, your muffin tops and jiggly thighs... there wasn't much left for you to love.

You hadn't had a lot of luck with dating. Guys were either too superficial to give you a chance or they ran as soon as you complained about your body. No one stopped to talk to you, to hear you out, to make you feel better about yourself. They all left you on your own to sulk.

Tony and Pepper had organized a dinner party, inviting all of the Avengers and a few of their SHIELD agent friends. As a friend of the team, you were invited. Tony's parties made you forget about your insecurities and let you have fun with your friends.

You dressed in a simple button-down blouse and jeans, deciding that you didn't have the energy to get fancy. You drove yourself to the Tower and parked along the curb, giving yourself a boost of confidence that you got closer to the famous building than most of the girls who made fun of you could ever dream of getting.