A/N: This fic is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s Body Positive Writing Challenge (which I LOVE btw, good on you boo). My prompt was: Weight does not dictate your worth. Which I 100% agree it does NOT. I hope you all like this. Let me know what you think. Every like, ask, reblog, and reply is greatly appreciated! ♥
Word Count: 1,064
Tags: (at the end)
Warnings:
– none, maybe language?
– implied smut after the fic is over 😉
*gif is not mine (found on google, unable to find direct source)
Standing in front of your large, wall length
mirror, you did a little spin in the dress Thor had mailed to you. Bruce had
brought it up earlier and chucked it on the bed with a grin. It was your date
night; a rare night that you and Thor got to yourselves. It was a night free of
Avengers and godlike responsibilities, and you looked forward to it whenever it
came around. Thor made it a tradition to purchase you a new dress to wear each
time. He knew your figure, every inch and curve of your anatomy, so you always
trusted him to pick out the best dress.
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