gn reader, pre relationship, a little angst and fluff (happy ending)
wc: 1k
tw for very light disordered eating implications? just to be safe. underweight reader
(this might not be applicable to everyone! i've been underweight my whole life and i write for Myself primarily LMFAO)
this started as a reblog of this thread! the blurb just kinda ran away from me and left the main topic so i thought it best to make it its own thing.
when the association switched your primary care provider to zayne li, you felt your stomach drop and your heart do a flip at the same time. seeing your currently single childhood crush on a regular basis sounds great on the surface! but... you had a little habit of lying to doctors, and you're used to being taken at your word. if your doctor had a more personal connection to you, how would he take being lied to? would he let you get away with it, or would he push the issue? your health is very low on your list of priorities, and changing up your already established habits and routines to be healthier would feel like being uprooted and put down somewhere else. needless to say, you were dreading your first appointment.
meeting zayne again after so many years was pleasant, if not a little bit awkward, but the two of you soon found a rhythm similar to the one you used to have. you thought you might be able to get off scot-free for once, but it seems like you jinxed yourself.
the first hurdle came towards the beginning of the appointment, unfortunately for you. it started with a typical height and weight check, something that should have been routine. but when you saw the subtle furrow in zayne's brow when the display read your current weight, you knew it wouldn't be this time.
he guided you into a private room, gesturing for you to take a seat as he got behind his desk. you fiddled with your fingers, which you belatedly realized were ripped to shreds from your habitual fidgeting. you tucked them in your sleeves to try to keep them from sight.
"how would you say your health has been in the past six months?" his voice is clinically smooth and professional. if you didn't know him so well, you would have had no idea he was concerned. but all these years later, his tells are still the same.
"it's been fine," you responded, looking at the squirrels outside the window of his office instead of at his face. in your peripheral vision, you noticed his head tilt slightly. he was testing you, and you just gave the wrong answer.
"i-i mean, nothing extremely good or bad. just mediocre." you tried to fumble something to save yourself, but this didn't work. zayne types something out into your file.
"mm. and your sleep quality?" he prompted, looking back up at you. his eyes were cold. you looked back out the window.
"also okay," you spoke tentatively, waiting a few seconds before sneaking a glance at him to gauge his reaction. he caught you in the act and didn't look impressed in the slightest.
he looked you dead in the eyes, his stare not offering you any mercy. "you do realize that lying to your doctor on the first visit sets a bad precedent for how things will continue in the future." his tone was frigid. still, you could make out a hint of concern hidden beneath the surface. you wiped your sweaty hands on your pants and fought to keep yourself from looking away from him entirely.
"first off, your eyes are completely bloodshot. even someone without a medical degree could tell that you're sleep deprived." was he mad at you? you looked back up at him, but this time you couldn't see through the blank mask he wore. "tell me about your sleep quality. and be honest this time."
"it's- well, i pulled a few all-nighters, but it really wasn't a big deal..."
zayne nodded, before slowly turning to type into your file again. "alright." he took a breath, looking at you firmly. "and your eating habits?"
you picked at a hangnail, staring at the floor. "i skip a meal every now and then, but it's not a big deal," you insist, pushing your luck.
"[y/n], you're twenty pounds underweight. that's a lot for someone of your height." he could see you tense, and he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. his tone softened when he next spoke. "i know i can't make you do anything, and it is your choice whether or not to confide in me. i just..."
he started writing in an akso hospital branded notepad, then tore off the sheet and slid it across the desk to you, along with a mint from his pocket. "this is my personal phone number. if you need anything, let me know. i'm here."
you took the paper and mint, checking his expression again. it was just one of worry.
"okay," you responded, your heart squeezing in your chest. zayne was about to speak again, but you interrupted him by rushing out a sentence of your own. "a-and i'm sorry for lying," zayne stilled, taken aback. you took his silence as a cue to continue. "it's just a habit. it just feels impolite to say things are going bad, or maybe i just don't know how to."
"it's alright," zayne responded soothingly, gently touching your hand still left on the desk with his own. "i understand. i wasn't angry, just worried." he pulled back to put on his stethoscope, beckoning you over with a tilt of his head.
while he measured your heartbeat, he spoke. "don't worry, i won't force a nutrition plan on you. but your appointment is my last of the evening, so how about i take you to dinner? i can make sure you eat well for one night, at least."
if he noticed your heart starting to beat faster at his words, he didn't say anything.
a few days later, zayne received a text from a number he didn't recognize. it was you, telling him it wasn't a medical emergency, you just wanted to thank him for dinner. another message came in as he read the first.
[your number]: also i found these jasmine flowers in a spot in the park thats kinda hidden! i thought youd want to see! :)
[your number]: [PHOTO]
needless to say, a couple of lucky interns got to tell the rest that they saw the cold dr. zayne's rare smile.
I struggle with my weight, I'm underweight and everyone treats me like I'm delicate could I please ask for a Loki X female reader who has is like me in a way and Loki treats her kindly but like she's delicate and would break please and has to try convince her to eat, but it nice and fluffy and cute❤️ would that be okay? But if it's not I totally understand thank you ❤️
A/N: Hi nony, of course this request is okay🥺❤️ I was unsure exactly how to write it, but this became the definition of fluff so hopefully I don’t disappoint you. xx
𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓋𝑒
On Asgard time never mattered. The gods had aeons on them to live a life they desired. Loki had lived that life, but now he couldn't understand how he had managed. Managed to never look at what time it was further than day and night. To not have days to look forward to more than dates of feast and honouring. He didn't understand how he couldn't have looked forward to moments like this.
Saturdays. A day you always spent together from the moment you woke, to the second he fell asleep. Thus that was how it always had been. He woke before you, early at dawn. You fell asleep after him, late after nightfall. Today was no different.
Loki's gaze travelled from looking out the balcony windows, where the sun found its way to illuminate the room, to instead watch you. Your face rested on his chest, lips slightly parted to catch his skin by with every breath of his.
With a serenity he guessed only a resting person could possess, your features were softer then usual. They held no knit between their brow, no worry showed in a pursed mouth, neither gaze filled with consuming thoughts.
It was as he gently lowered and angled his head to kiss the uppermost part of your forehead, were your hairline tickled his nose, that he felt his thumb catch slightly. He didn't need to raise the duvet to see your barley covered form underneath it to know what his hand, which had sneaked under your shirt to lazily draw patterns against your skin, had felt. It was the light swell of your ribs, stretching the skin over your upper body.
Now, when recognition had entered his mind, he was able to distinguish the repetitive pattern until his finger had traced to the sharp jut of your hip. His finger pursued their way upwards once more, feeling how the sensation changed beneath the pads of his finger as you took a deep breath. Soon after, your unconscious sigh travelled over his skin, closely followed by you snuggling tighter against him.
A mere second later than it started, he stopped a movement he hadn't noticed. His arm which already encircled your body had tried pulling it closer on instinct. It was lucky he caught himself stopping a move that would've crushed you against him. Now instead, he resumed stroking your back and side in aimless patterns, satisfied with how the smooth skin felt under his touch.
Once more, he went back to study your face, the face of his little dove. Delicate but able to soar as high as the other birds. Without reasoning, if it would wake you from your sleep or not, Loki shimmied down to position your head more on his shoulder. Afterwards he turned gently, to prevent you from slipping under him without the capability for him to hold his weight off of you. He stilled in the new position, raising his other hand to cup your face.
Lightly he trailed kisses from your forehead, to your cheeks and from there to your nose. He noticed how a furrow entered between your eyebrows and nose crinkled as soon as he planted a kiss on it, but he continued nevertheless.
At first, he only touched the side of your lips with his, feeling them stretch into a smile while doing so. Not until you didn't try hiding it anymore, did he peck your them, an action you answered. It didn't evolve any further, no exploring of tongues or teeth, as it only stayed sweet and affectionate. Although, at the sound of your giggle, Loki's gaze drifted to you, watching how your eyes softly fluttered open.
"Good morning, dove", though you had just arisen from a blissful sleep, you smiled groggily at the nickname.
"Good morning yourself", your chuckle altered from your normal one. Now softer and alluringly warm. At your comment Loki couldn't help but kiss you again, eliciting another wave of the sound. "What's the reason for earning such an awakening?" You peered at him, seeing that he still hadn't been awake long enough for his smirk to turn mischievous.
"Do I need a reason other than to have you laying here?" It was your turn to slowly lean closer, mostly because of the sleep still rocking your body, to peck his mouth as mumbled charmer passed your lips.
Leaning away but not too far as you snuggled against his neck, breathing in his distinctive scent, you started a conversation to get your voice used to the fact morning had come.
"What are the plans for today?"
"None if I recall", he enjoyed the vibrations your laughed created against the places your skin touched his, a tingle spreading in its wake. "Though I thought of making us a breakfast", he immediately felt and heard the difference in your exhale, before words even left you.
"I'm not hungry", he glanced down at you even though you couldn't meet his eyes, face still fitted against the column of his neck.
"You may not be, dove, but everyone needs to eat. Including you and me", he hummed and though he wished to spare you the thought everyone else already had, he couldn't hinder his mind from travelling there. You should eat. You needed to eat. He knew you didn't do it consciously, refrain from eating or in general eat less then what one perhaps should, but that didn’t stop his concern. However, he, for obvious reasons, didn't voice the thought passing his mind.
Bringing him out of his thoughts though, was your sound of further protest. Holding in a sigh he knew was anything but what this conversation needed, he instead kissed the crown of your head.
"I know it is tough my dove and rather unpleasant to eat this early in the morning, but can you not for my sake join me when you have woken fully", this pushed you to escape the warmth of his nape and prop yourself up beside him.
His gaze met yours and you searched for any of the false pretence others always had when complaining you should just eat. But he hadn't complained, he never did. He only gently urged you it would be better to than not. Thus this, like all the other times you searched, you didn't find any traces of the tiredness of continuing to convince you. Sighing for letting yourself believe the man before you would push you in a way other's often did, your head fell to rest on his side.
"Sure", at your answer you felt him shuffle and soon beginning to rise from the bed but not before stopping halfway up and making you raise your head with a finger under your chin.
"Take the time you need", he said as he kissed your lips sweetly. "You know I'll wait", as he let go and ventured around the room for appropriate clothes, you relaxed your arms to fall down onto the mattress again.
You followed him with your eyes, the fuzzy feeling he always created inside you lingered when you thought of how lucky you are. To have someone that truly cares and tries to help you the best they could. That was when Loki stopped before the exit and glanced over his shoulder, smiling your way before disappearing.
Summary/Request: Requested by anon: Hi? I've just found your blog and even you though you have so many lovely fan fictions, may I request one about an underweight reader? I saw the queue but if you find the inspiration, could you write a Marvel or Draco Malfoy/ reader one? I'm a little insecure myself about this, thank you :) <3
Draco wasn’t the most gentle of partners but that didn’t mean he didn’t care. He had a constant face he had to put forward to the other slytherins but he wasn’t all bad, not like he put across, not like other’s made him out to be. In truth he was a sweetheart...or at least to you.
Other people, that was your problem. People who gave you funny looks in the corridors as you made your way to class. People who laughed at you behind their hands. People who commented that you were too thin, that there must have been something wrong with you for you to be the weight you were. It made like heavy and hard each day.
Most days you were rather good at hiding how you felt, how uncomfortable the things people said made you, how they made you doubt yourself and your relationship. Most days you could hide it or forget about it. But some days it all just overwhelmed you.
There was no way you could hide how you were feeling that day, weeks worth of niggling doubts and comments had resulted in a heavy feeling coming over you, smiles couldn’t be created out of thin air that day. Draco had been watching you throughout the day, concern behind his eyes, but no vocalisation of it knowing the others would make comments on it and only make it worse. It wasn’t until you two were out on the grounds alone that he felt like he could finally ask.
“What’s wrong?” You were sat next to him, back leaning against your tree, knees against your chest. The concern could finally come to the surface and you could feel your own feelings bubbling forth at the question.
“I...it’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. Tell me...” A hand cupped your cheek and you held your own against it revelling in the comfort. This didn’t happen as often as you’d hope. But you understood it was hard for Draco given who his friends were, what his house was.
“People just keeping saying things and I just..i’m tired.”
“It’s about your weight again...isn’t it?” You had mentioned it to Draco before after much coaxing. You remember how angry he had been, how he’d wanted to hurt so many people for making you feel ashamed of your smaller body. How he couldn’t because of who he was.
“Yeah.”
“You know I love you, right? I don’t say it a lot and I can’t...but I love you and I think you’re beautiful. You’re mine and...and fuck them and whatever they want to say. You’re better than them.”
“Thank you.” It didn’t remove the exhaustion and it wouldn’t remove what people had said, but as you curled up next to him by the lake you at least knew that he was there for you and that there was someone in school who didn’t care that you were small, who appreciated you.
Summary/Request: Requested by anon: (1/2) I've recently found this blog and I'm speechless... You're such a good human, the world needs more people like you to be better place, I'm serious, I don't recall if I've ever saw an imagine blog where somebody'd be treating insecure skinny people seriously. Personally I've witnessed a lot of skinny-shaming on my own, have been called names and constantly reminded that in case of being attractive to anyone, I'd have to become more curvy and reading your requests, like the one with Natasha (2/2) or Bruce made me feel better, believe that I can feel valid even with my body type, that I'm not a taboo or a trigger... If it won't be a trouble, could I request something too? A Loki x skinny!human!Reader scenario where she feels not enough to be such a powerful god's partner and doesn't think that he truly loves her and her body? Thank you so much for that and for being so wise and kind person, you're amazing.
You’d always been thinner than the average woman and it was perhaps something that many desired but that had it’s man downfalls. Those who told you you weren’t enough of a woman, those who told you you looked like a skeleton, those who treated you like nothing. It effected you your whole life but none so much as this. Loving a god would never be easy...loving one who you believed you weren’t worthy of, who you could never imagine truly loving you, truly desiring you was even harder.
Loki might have kissed you and put on a show every day...but deep down you felt that it was but a lie. He didn’t truly love you, care for you, desire you, how could he? You were too thin, too small, too gaunt...how could he love your body when it was anything but what he deserved?
The truth is that every insecure thought is one that has little truth in it. A god can love a mortal, a god can love any mortal, any size, any shape, any colour, and personality. A god can find a mortal worthy just the same and Loki, God of Mischief, royal pain in everyone’s asses, found you worthy, found you beautiful...and he’d daresay that he loved you, as much as he could ever love anything or anyone. But he was a God and whether he wanted to ignore it or not he could always see the doubt and hesitance in your eyes, the way you shied away from him at times. He knew. Knew that you felt poorly of yourself and it was something he wished to tackle. He wasn’t a caring man. But if he ever was it would be you who brought such a thing out from him.
It was after a long day, curled next to each other, your smaller body curved away from his that he felt the need to raise the problem. “You do not love yourself.” It was a statement, not a question, never any questions with Loki. He always just knew or thought h knew either way.
The silence was answer enough. “ You do not think I love you. You do not believe that I love your body as it is.” Each statement was a stab to your heart, a reminding of those doubts, those feelings deep inside.
“But I do. I truly love you. As much as I can ever love...your body is not a barrier, a problem to be solved or ignored. It is beautiful to me. You are beautiful to me. One day I hope you see that.”
