Warning(s): Trigger Warning: Body Image Issues*, Bullying* Cursing
Note(s): I'm impulsive & posting chapters out of order lol. Words in Italics are part of the flashback.
Pairing(s): Bruce Banner x Male!Reader (reader is slightly overweight/ they see themselves as morbidly obese)
Proofread: Edited as I wrote, some mistakes might be present, lo siento :)
Word Count: 1063 Words
Summary: Angst/Fluff. Y/N is Bruce's assistant and has constant flashbacks every time he passes a mirror. One day, Bruce confronts Y/N about this, comforts him, and tells his boyfriend how much he loves him.
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Third Person Point of View
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Thud. Thud. Thud.

That's all Y/N heard every time he took a step with his thick, stubby legs. He groaned softly, walking past one of Bruce's sleek mirrors, all he saw was the dimples in his skin. He rubbed his smooth hand against his thigh and his brain led him to dark places.

"Hey, Y/N!"

"Fatty!" The boy's voice cracked while he yelled.

Some badly dressed teens in the middle school class room snickered at the mean teenage boy's remarks.

"Y/N!"

One of the two boys started snorting like a pig, "Maybe he'll understand me if I speak his language!"

Some girls started giggling and pointed in Y/N's direction. Y/N heard every. single. word. He tried his best to ignore them but deep down, he couldn't and he knew what they were saying was true. Except the pig stuff- well...Y/N could pretty much eat anything... Maybe he is part pig? ..Nah

He didn't want them to see how weak he was so Y/N put his head down in his folded arms resting the desk and let the tears flow. He sniffled quietly and quickly left the depressing yellow classroom when the ear piercing bell rang.

Y/N snapped put of the brutal nightmare and walked away from the mirror, he didn't notice how his eyes had become glossy from the forming tears.

The door squeaked gently and a slight wind followed when Y/N forced the glass open. Bruce looked up and smiled when he saw his boyfriend walk in, "Hey, you took longer than expected." He chuckled and took off his thin glasses. The tall man got up from his chair and walked over to the shorter male.

(E/C) eyes focused on the perfection coming towards him,  Y/N took the manilla folder from under his arm and passed it to the greying-brunette. Bruce opened the folder once ir was placed in his hands and read it while he walked back to his desk.

Y/N's eyes diverted towards his boyfriend's ass, he laughed and looked up when Bruce called towards him, "Hey! I saw that."

"Good." Y/N giggled and walked over to the desk, he froze a little bit when he saw his reflection, he chuckled nervously and sat down in one of the chairs.

It went down due to his weight, he blushed. He hated when that would happen, now he was embarrassed to get up and met the chair spring back to life.

He tapped his fingers against the table, "Why are you staring at me?"

Bruce set down the manilla folder and focused on the broken soul, his lips stayed in the worried frown. "I've noticed how you stop and stare at yourself in the mirror- not in a good way."

Y/N quickly shook his head in denial, "It's nothing, baby."

He sighed in a frustrated manner then pinched the bridge of his nose, "You tell me it's nothing but I see the opposite," He moved his hand and looked at the love of his life, "You focus on your legs a lot and you rub on them like you're trying to smooth it to perfection."

Y/N shook his head and got up, his brain dreaded the sound of the chair when it sprung back to life. He quickly walked out of the room, the thudding along with the sound of his jean clad thighs rubbing together being the only thing his mind could focus on.

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Later that night, Bruce climbed into the bed, he wore plain grey pajamas and had his glasses off. His hair was damp from the shower and he smelt like his weird 'manly' body wash.

"Hey," He said softly, getting comfortable in the bed and facing Y/N.

Y/N was on the verge of sleep, he was trying to fight it. He mumbled a cute, "Hello."

"Want to talk about today?" Bruce put his hand on Y/N's bicep and started to stroke it in a comforting manner.

Y/N closed his eyes and exhaled, "I'm fat, that's the issue. With the way I eat, it's not going to change anything. I don't hate myself...I just hate my stupid legs...I look like I belong on.." His voice cracked and he started crying, "I should go on My 600 Pound Life and get a diet from Dr. Now." He sniffled.

Bruce made a slightly disgusted face when Y/N mentioned the show, he pulled Y/N closer to him and rubbed his back. "I don't know what caused this, but you're beautiful, Y/N. You're not fat, you're just cuddle material." He smiled when Y/N laughed tiredly.

"I fucking hate you, Banner." Y/N laughed and wiped a tear from his eye, he looked up at the handsome man and kissed him gently, "When I walk by full body mirrors..I can't help it. I look like a randomized sim.."

"All these weird references.." Bruce mumbled

"It's the only was I can expressed myself. I look like I aged up wrong and the genetics went crazy on my thighs."

"Thick thighs save lives!" Y/N heard Tony yell from across the hall.

"How'd he get on our floor?" Y/N hid his face out of embarrassment.

"He's everywhere." Bruce laughed and shook his head. "But, seriously, Y/N. People are getting surgery to get your body type so just accept it. If you really want to change it then I'm sure Steve will love to help you. I support you no matter what."

"And that's why I love you."

"You hated me a second ago." Bruce teased.

"I'll take my love back." Y/N smirked.

"Noooo!" Bruce laughed when Y/N attacked him with kisses.