#bmw x plus size reader

[holylulusworld]

TOL - I’m your daddy now (2) - Lloyd Hansen

Summary: You reached the end of the rope.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader

Warnings: plus-sized reader, needy Lloyd, Lloyd being Lloyd, trouble, mentions of cheating (her ex), groping, breeding kink, smut, unprotected sex, implied oral (fem rec), sex on a table, doggy style, daddy Lloyd (not the kinky kind of daddy), Lloyd mentions anal sex (implied)

A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It’s the prequel to TOL - Like a virgin (Bucky Barnes) and tells the story about Lloyd and his assistant sunshine. It will lead toward Ari’s story. We will see their relationship throughout all other stories. 

TOL - I’m your daddy now (1)

“Hands off, Mr. Hansen!” You slap Lloyd’s hand away. He tried to grab a handful of your ass, but you won’t have it. “Your filing system is a joke, and I don’t have time to deal with your libido while sorting all the files your former assistant hid under her desk.”

“Take the rest of the day off,” he stands behind you to press his firm body against yours. “I know your boss won’t mind. He pays you to look pretty and keep him happy.”

“I took the job for the money, not a limp dick. I already had a limp dick. He’s the reason I’m here. He wanted to push his useless dick into some new snatch. So, keep it in your pants. I don’t need dick. Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Oh sunshine,” Lloyd brushes his hand over your ass,” don’t you want to feel the healing power of my cock fucking you six ways from Sunday? Only Lloyd Hansen can fuck you so good you forget all of your problems.”

“If that was true, I’d gladly ride your dick every time of the day,” you turn around to push against Lloyd’s shoulder. Since the day you walked into his office two months ago, he tried to get into your pants. – Or rather between your legs.

“Sunshine, be careful what you are wishing for,” Lloyd leans closer. “Tell me the problem that needs solving, and it’s gone. After I solved all of your problems, I want you to fulfill your promise and let me get my hands on that juicy ass and inside your sweet cunt.”

“My car broke down. My husband ran off with some skank and stole my money. I’m struggling to keep the roof over my baby boy’s head. And my son will grow up without a dad,” you huff and glare at Lloyd. “I don’t think you’ll be able to solve any of my problems.”

“Hmmm…” He nods and turns around to grab a piece of paper and a pen. “Car, deadbeat ex, money, house, daddy,” Lloyd notes. “Give me a month, cupcake and you’ll see all of your problems will vanish.”

“Sure-“ you grunt and shove against his chest when he tries to kiss you. “I got work to do, Sir. We have an appointment with your next victim in not two hours.”

“Victim? The ladies get money and grand-prime dicks they can choose. I force no one to fuck one of our clients. They come here to make money and get their pussies pounded like never before.”

“Just tell this to yourself,” you stick your tongue out. “Now, chop-chop. Get to work. We don’t have all day. I need to pick my baby boy up after work.”

“I’d like to work that body of yours,” he grins but turns around to walk into his office. “I hope you know that you got me rock-hard again, sunshine. The moment I solved all of your problems; I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

“Empty promises won’t make me wet,” you call after Lloyd. “If not for the money, I’d quit. And just you know, I hate that mustache!”

“You love it here, and working for me,” he grunts. “Just you know, if you ever get to ride my mustache, you’ll scream my name!”

“What the…?” You look at the keys of your cars in your hands and then at the parking lot. “That’s not my car!”

“Ah, there you are cupcake,” Lloyd purrs while you look around the parking lot to find your car. “Do you like your brand-new car?” He wraps one arm around your shoulders and pecks your cheek. “It’s a BMW X7, safe for kids and the ladies love it.”

“I don’t understand,” you lick your lips. “That’s not my car.”

“One problem solved, four more to go,” he kisses your cheek again, lips lingering a little longer. “Go ahead and pick your baby boy up. I bet he’ll love it too.”

Lloyd drops the keys to the car in your hands. “I—I can’t… where is my car?” You look at the keys in your hands. 

“I got all your shit from your car and got rid of it. The papers are in the car. It’s yours, sunshine,” he grins. “I got work to do.”

You don’t get to protest. Lloyd walks away, whistling as you stand in front of the new car. 

“You can’t just…what?”

“I don’t understand,” you rub your tired eyes. “I had fifteen bucks in my bank account. Now it says I got two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in my bank account. This can’t be right!”

“Miss, I checked your account thrice. It was there for almost five years,” she snaps at you. “It’s not my problem you have bad eyes.”

You blanch at her words. “If you say so,” you’re too tired and shocked to argue. You grab your things and walk out of the bank. This can’t be true. Your balance has been negative since your husband left you. 

“Morning sunshine,” Lloyd greets you with a smack on your ass. “So, did you buy something nice?”

“What?” You glance at the paper bag filled with his breakfast and the coffee you got him on your way to work. “It’s your breakfast and the monstrosity you call your coffee.”

“Baby cakes, I didn’t get all of your money back and gave you a bonus for your hard work only for you to not buy you shiny things.”

“What? I—” You try to swallow the lump in your throat. “That was you?”

“I told you,” He grabs the bag with food and coffee to place it on your desk. “That I’ll solve all of your problems.” You end up in his arms, his face buried in your neck to nuzzle you. “I can’t wait to pound that pretty pussy. I bet you are hiding a hungry beast between those thighs.”

“Lloyd! Mr. Hansen!” You try to push Lloyd off of you when someone enters the building. “We have company.”

“Let them watch,” he purrs and nuzzles you again. “Did you ever take it up your ass, sunshine? I bet you didn’t.”

“Lloyd, a word,” a tall man with a thick beard, and dirty-blonde, shaggy hair steps toward you and Lloyd. He rolls his eyes as your boss shamelessly gropes your ass. “Lloyd! We need to talk. I need your help with something.”

“Not the ballerina girl again,” Lloyd sighs against you. “Ari, I told you to forget about her. She’s not one of my girls.”

You push against Lloyd’s shoulders to make him budge. “How can we help you, Sir?” You ask. The man doesn’t look like he has the patience to wait or to put up with Lloyd’s antics.

“Levinson, follow me to my office,” Lloyd finally turns his attention toward the impatient man. “I’ll see what I can do to get you laid.”

“I don’t want to get laid,” Levinson grunts. “I want her to be mine. She’s perfect for me. I just know it.”

“Perfect,” Lloyd hums. “Did you already get a taste of her cunt? I bet you didn’t and that’s why your aching dick tells you to marry her.”

You shake your head and try to focus on work, not the fact that Lloyd’s profession revolves around getting guys laid.

“You’ve got to be shitting me!” You growl into your phone. “You have the nerve to call me to ask for forgiveness? How about you ask your son for forgiveness? No, forget it!” You snarl. “If you dare to get close to my baby boy, I’ll cut your limp dick off!”

You throw your phone against the wall, watching it shatter to the ground. Your chest heaves up and down and you’re close to attacking anyone coming to your path.

“Cupcake! What happened?” Lloyd pokes his head out of his office, aware that you are not in the mood to get messed with.

“He dared to call me to apologize!”

“Who?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“My ex-husband,” you grunt. “He told me that he transferred the rest of the money he stole from our accounts back and that he’ll sign the divorce papers.”

“That’s good, right?” He slowly steps out of his office, keeping an eye on you. “That’s what you wanted. To get your money back and his dead weight off of your back.”

“WAIT!” You round your desk to stalk toward Lloyd. “That was you!!!”

“Guilty,” Lloyd grins. “Problem number three is solved. And I roughed him up a little for you.” He shrugs. “I’m getting closer to the honey pot.”

Your mouth falls open. You don’t have a comeback this time. 

“Don’t tempt me to shove something more than my tongue into your mouth. You better close it or you’ll be choking on my dick, sunshine.”

“You can’t just…” You throw your hands up when Lloyd turns around to walk back inside his office.

“I can and did, cupcake. Now get back to work. I’d hate to let you work overtime,” he grins and closes the door. “Only if it includes you impaled on my dick.”

“He…and then…” You can’t believe Lloyd roughed your douchebag of an ex up for you. 

Why would he put so much effort into seducing you?

He’s a good-looking man if you ignore his personality and his annoying stache. Lloyd could have any woman, but he wants you – his chubby assistant with a kid and more problems than you can count.

Something must be wrong with him…

“Lloyd? What are you doing here?” You stare at your boss standing in front of your door. “My son is here! I can’t have you grope me or shit!”

“Relax, cupcake,” he grins. “I come in peace. I wanted to talk about a few things with you. My latest client needs our help, a special service.”

“Special service?”

“We must attend a dance class to help him,” Lloyd says. “Can we discuss this now or do you want to slap my ass for coming here first?” He furrows his brows. “What will it be?”

“Dance class?” 

“Yup,” he nods. “How about I invite you for dinner and we can talk about joining a dance class to help him.”

“I got my son here, Lloyd.”

“Perfect,” he claps his hands. “I’m burning to get to know you mini-me. We will order food then and your kiddo can watch me do my job.”

“If you curse in front of my son, I’ll castrate you!” You point your index finger at Lloyd. “I’m warning you.”

“I’m a saint in the streets and a devil in the sheets,” he smirks. “I’ll behave. Promised.”

While you wait for the delivery service, Lloyd looks around your living room. He hums and sits next to your son on the sofa. “So, bud. How are you holding up?”

Your son looks up at Lloyd, squealing as he stares at Lloyd’s mustache. “Dadda?” Your son clumsily gets on his feet to stand up and grasp Lloyd’s face. “Dadda!”

“Hey, watch out, bud!” Lloyd grasps for your son before he can drop off the sofa. “Phew, you’re a handful, just like your mommy, huh? Let me get a good look at you.” Your boss smirks. “Look at you, you little shit. You’ve got your mommy’s eyes and damn me; you’d look good with a mustache.”

“What are you doing?” You gape at the scene. Lloyd is lifting your son to play airplane while your son squeals and babbles. 

“Daddy!” Your son blubbers, making your heart ache. “DADDY!”

“Yeah, bud,” Lloyd looks you straight in the eyes, grinning. “I’m your daddy now. That deadbeat piece of … “ He clears his throat and reconsiders his choice of words, “crap can get fucked!”

“Lloyd!”

“Sorry, I meant he can ride into the sunset, and I hope a truck runs him over,” he grins and lifts your son up and down. “You are a cute little shit. No one will know you’re not mine. I’ll just make you mine.”

“What are you up to?” You try to fathom what’s going on, but the doorbell rings and you must get the food you ordered.

“One spoon for daddy,” Lloyd smirks watching your son shovel the food he ordered for him into his mouth. The peas and some of the meat end up on the table, but Lloyd doesn’t care. “And another one for mommy.” 

“This isn’t funny, Lloyd,” you snarl. “If you fuck with me, fine. But keep my kid out of this.”

“Cupcake, no swear words in front of the kid,” Lloyd tuts. “I’m not playing games here. I want you, and you come with a cute little package. So, I’ll claim him as mine too.”

He turns his attention back toward your son. Lloyd grabs a napkin and wipes your son’s mouth. “We will teach you how to eat without dropping everything on the ground. Soon you will steal all the ladies’ hearts, bud.”

You shake your head and huff. This must all be a game to Lloyd.

There is no way he is interested in playing daddy for your son…

“Another problem solved,” Lloyd lazily leans back on your sofa and groans. “Damn, that food was great. I’m full.” He pats his perfectly defined abs. “I’ll raise your cute little shit and he’s got a daddy staying for longer than it takes to fill your cunt up.”

“Is all a joke to you?” You throw your hands up. “I get that you like to toy with me, but bringing my son into this shit is a new low.” You kneel on the sofa and bend over. “If you want to fuck me, do it now and leave my son alone. Come on, get it inside.”

“Y/N,” he gets off the couch to grope your ass. “I’d love to stick my dick into this perfect cunt, but I’m into this for the long haul.” He slaps your ass. “Stop being all mopey. I told you I like the little shit. He’s my son, and you are my dirty little slut. But you can call yourself my fiancé from now on.”

“Your—what?” you look over your shoulder. “Lloyd, my son cannot watch another father leave his life. You’ll break his little heart. Don’t do this.”

“I told you,” He huffs, “I’m here to stay. The boy is mine, just like his needy mommy.” His eyes drop to your ass, and he licks his lips. “All the dirty things I’m going to do to you. Like spoiling you like the perfect slut you are for me.”

“You’re so…”

“I know…” He grins and moves his hands to your ass. “Now, where can Daddy sleep? He wants to make breakfast for his little shit in the morning.”

“You can stay in my bedroom,” you lick your lips. “But only if you stop calling my son little shit.”

“We can rename him and call him Lloyd Jr. from now on,” Lloyd chuckles at your pissed expression. “You know, that’s actually a great idea.”

“His name is Y/S/N!”

“Debatable…”

Shit, you are in trouble. No – in deep shit. Lloyd easily made you melt in his arms when he told you he wanted to raise your son with you.

Now your boss has you bend over your dining table, ready to claim your cunt with his cock too. 

“Hmm…dessert was nice,” he purrs in your ear, wet mustache tickling your ear shell. “I never ate a sweeter cupcake, Y/N. Now you’ll get the best dick of your life. This is the last dick you’ll ever get, sunshine.”

“Nghh…” You try to give him a snarky comment, but he stuffed your soaked panties into your mouth when he pushed you onto the table to eat your pussy like a man starving. 

“Do you feel this,” he holds you down with one hand while he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “What would your husband say if he found us here, fucking like rabbits?”

You don’t have an answer for him. 

“He’d love watching me destroy this snatch,” Lloyd slams home with one hard thrust. He moans loudly and shudders feeling your walls open up to him. “Fuck, that cunt was worth the wait—” He groans into your neck. 

You whine at your own weakness. 

He’s an infuriating man, doing nice things for you and your son and you let him not only crawl between your legs to eat your cunt, no – you let him mount you like an animal at your home too. “That snatch is gripping me so tight that it almost hurts.”

Lloyd nuzzles his face in your neck, and purrs. “But it hurts so damn good, doesn’t it?” You whine again, smothered by his body pressed against yours, and your own neediness. 

He slowly rocks his hips, forcing you to feel every drag of his thick cock against your walls. Your legs quiver. Lloyd is not your passionless husband, nor the vanilla guys you fucked before him.

The man rocking into you came to conquer and he won’t do it halfhearted. “I can feel your pretty pussy cling to my cock. She’s as desperate for me as you are. But don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of her.”

Lloyd is having a blast destroying all of your defenses. He dismantled your defense and now, you lie on your table in your dining room and get railed by the man with the mustache.

“Nggh,” you groan against the makeshift gag. Lloyd picked up the pace and you end up bumping your hip against the table. 

“Fuck, yes,” he curses loudly. “Never took you for someone wanting me to fuck you on your dining table.” He stills his hips to nip at your neck. “Do you want me to cum inside of you, and give you another little bundle of joy?”

You shake your head, but your cunt flutters around his thick length. If he wants to fulfill his dirty fantasies about breeding you, so be it.

You push back on him, taking Lloyd by surprise.

He eagerly grips your hips to move his hips in sync with you. Flesh claps against flesh, and he groans loudly as you don’t just take it.

“Fuck,” he curses and grunts while you start to go faster. “Shit, yes…”

A little too fast for his liking you clench around his twitching cock. He groans and stills his hips. Lloyd can’t move or think. This is the most intense orgasm he felt in a long time, or like ever.

“Fuck, take every droplet, sunshine.” You close your eyes and shudder feeling his seed coat your walls. ���I hope I put a little Lloyd in you.”

“Goodnight, bud,” Lloyd covers your son with the blanket. “You need to sleep now, okay. Your mommy is very tired.” He grins when you enter the room to take care of your son. “Shhh…I wore her out. She’s so out of it, that I need to take care of you.”

“Daddy?” Your son grabs Lloyd’s hand, holding it tightly. 

“Don’t worry, little shit,” Lloyd looks down at your son, a smug grin on his lips. “I’ll be there in the morning to make you breakfast. And in nine months, you are going to have a brother or sister.”

“Lloyd, not again,” you swat his hands away when he tries to spoon you. “I’m tired and sore.”

“Relax, I’m satisfied for tonight. Three rounds are enough for our first time,” he plays the big spoon and wraps his arms tightly around your body. “Little Lloyd is asleep, and my cock too.”

You roll your eyes. “You didn’t keep your promise. I’ll still lose the house because my bank is a bitch.”

“Oh, about that,” he nuzzles his face in your neck. “You and little Lloyd will move in with me. I have already arranged everything. Tomorrow the moving team will come around and grab all of your shit.”

“What? No. Lloyd,” you sigh deeply. “Y/S/N needs a nursery and a garden. We can’t just move out of our home only because you are crazy.”

“I’m not crazy cupcake,” he nips at your earlobe. “I claimed you and little shit as mine. This pretty mommy is all mine now, and your son will wear my name too. He’s going to have a better father than I ever had. Soon he will forget about his sperm donator and call only me his dad.”

“If you hurt my son, and don’t keep your promises, I’ll castrate you…”

Part 3

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[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 24 (Steddie X Plus size You)

A/N: Im doing anything I can to keep these beautiful beings in our lives because I love them so much lol

Enjoy!

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir Eddie/ Sub Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, dirty talk, spanking, choking, handcuffs, slightly rough (the same that comes with these three), dp, slight degrading (whore, etc), FLUFF, *glances at image with knowing grin*, ANGST, the boys talk about how they'll never hurt her like their parents did them, readers weight is mentioned (she talks about her past relationships and how her weight played there sexually with how men viewed her as a big girl).

Word Count: 6084

“Steve. Eddie. Y/N and I need your help with something. Can you both come over by the theater downtown please and thank you!”

Masie can’t help but laugh when the BMW’s tires skid to a stop. 

“What’s going on, Maze? Everything okay?”

“Yes, Steve. Everything’s fine. Breathe and calm down a bit. I made that call because Y/N said you two could always tell when she’s up to something.”, she giggles as both boys huff, thankful that you’re alright. “Onward.”

Taking their hands, she yanks them across the street to a shop where a lot of fancy clothes were hanging in the window. 

“Gentlemen.”, Wayne smiles as he stands. “I’m supposed to help find ya’ll something to wear here.”

“D-Did someone die?”

“No, Edward. My God. Now pick a tux, please.”

“Ugh do I have to?”, he whines. 

“No, but trust me, you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

“Is he threatening me?”, Eddie whispers as he leans towards Steve.

“It sounded a bit like it, yeah.”

“Oh my God! Hurry! We are on a timetable here!”, Maze shouts as she claps her hands. 

While Masie helped Steve get into his outfit, Wayne focused on Eddie as he adjusted his wardrobe. 

“Y/N told me she was the girl you defended when she got pushed to the ground in middle school. It’s always been amusing to me the way you describe her…like she’s a fair maiden or princess.”

“She is. Honestly, she’s kind of what I pictured when I have a princess in my campaign.”

“But a badass princess who can wield a sword and stuff.”, Steve cuts in making him smile.

“She’s a good girl. I like her a lot and you to Steven.”

“Thank you, sir.” Wayne and Masie switch places as she goes to fix Eddie’s wild hair. 

“I want you to know that for what’s about to happen, Y/N did try and invite your parents but your dad hung up on her and your mom politely declined.” Steve growled at the thought of them disrespecting you. “Oh, I assure you, son, that didn’t bother her at all.”, he chuckles. “More than anything she wanted you to have family to be there for you—”

“When we’re sacrificed?”

“Shut up, Eddie.”, Wayne scolds causing him and Masie to laugh. “I told her that, well, Edward feels like you’re a brother to him which means you’re my son to so…”, he trails off as he pats him on the shoulder.  

“Thank you, Wayne. For everything.”

“Alright Miss Collins, we’re ready when you are.”, Mr. C announces as he appears from a back area. “Mr. Harrington…Mr. Munson…”

“Mr. C! Did you plan this? Are WE finally getting married?”

“No, Mr. Munson. I’m already married, thank God.”, he sighs in faux annoyance. 

“I’m ready. All right, close your eyes, boys, and NO PEAKING!”, Masie warns, prompting them to immediately do as she commands. 

Shuffling slowly forward, they feel themselves being lead somewhere before they are stopped and spun into a certain position. 

“Don’t move.”

“This where we make our last stand, Steven. Oh, and we’ll have witnesses.”, he retorts when he hears people giggle around them. 

“Oh, wow. You guys look so good.”, you breathily exhale as you take them in. 

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

“I thought about what you guys said about wishing we could get married. For a while I thought it was just something you thought I wanted but then I realized you both wanted and deserved a wedding to. Now, I can’t give you wedding either but I can give you a reception…”

“Ok, boys, open your eyes.”, Masie murmurs from beside them.

As they slowly do what she commands, the sound of someone off to the side taking pictures reverberates through their ears. Your friend had brought them into a small dance hall where other people surrounded you three watching the event before them. The entire Hellfire gang was in their suits beaming with pride while the other 3 members of Corroded Coffin stood patiently on stage. Eddie’s mom, husband, and her children were standing next to Wayne as he grinned happily at their reactions.

Robin and her girlfriend were beside your cousins with your uncle and aunt who flew down from New York just to take part in your surprise. Your mother wiped away a tear as your father pulled her closer to his side while Masie’s parents took pictures of their own. Mr. C and some of the kids from your class came down as well including a boy with a professional camera that you had hired to take photos of the event. 

When their eyes landed on you, you took their breath away. Maze, of course, did your make up in an elegant manner that made your eyes pop while leaving your hair down but curling parts just so that they framed your face beautifully. One side was pulled back with a silver flower clip that exposed earrings underneath and the sheer veil clipped to the back of your head.

The wedding dress itself was sleeveless with a flower pattern that blended in drawing attention to all of your gorgeous curves as the bodice hugged your body. The bottom had lace that puffed out ever so slightly blending with your veil as it touched the floor. 

Steve was the first to break, his palms clasping together over his mouth as he starts to cry. 

“Oh no.”, you giggle as you reach forward to wipe at his eyes. The room chuckles with you as he takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips. 

“You look so beautiful. Oh my god. I always pictured…imagined…but my brain didn’t do you justice, honey.”

Eddie squished his fingers in his eyes as his shoulder lightly shook. Grabbing his wrist, you lightly pull his hand away from his face and press your forehead against his. 

“I don’t deserve this. I don’t…I don’t deserve a gorgeous angel like you.”, he whispers.

“Yes you do, baby. After everything you both have been through, you both deserve so much more. I love you.”

“I love you to. You look absolutely breath taking.” As he wipes his eyes, he addresses Wayne. “Now you know why I describe her like a princess.”

The guests laugh again with a few awes mixed in. 

############

As the evening progressed, everything ran like a regular reception. Wayne catered the room with food he made himself that everyone enjoyed. You threw the bouquet, giggling in excitement when Robin caught it with her girlfriend blushing beside her. Your parents paid for the cake but instead of doing the whole smush the cake in your face thing, Eddie dipped his finger in the frosting and placed it on the end of your nose that Steve promptly leaned forward to kiss off.

You grinned as Eddie danced with his half-sisters while Steve did the same with Robin. When the metalhead’s mother asked to cut in your own mom disconnected from your father to ask the other boy if he would dance with her as well. 

“I’m sorry your parents aren’t here.”

“It’s alright.”

“It’s not. I know…we didn’t react well the first time we heard about you three but after seeing how you are together and everything you’ve done for her… I wish they could see what we see. It would have killed me to miss this.”

Steve glances towards where you were swaying with your father, smiling widely at something he was telling you. 

“Honestly, I wouldn’t have wanted them here anyway even if they did approve. My father has always been a stubborn asshole and he would have ruined this for her. I’m just glad you guys and Lynn are here for them.”

“Mr. Harrington, you don’t have to put on that protective suit of armor for me. You don’t have to be the big strong man 24/7. It’s ok to put that shield down.”

When your eyes meet his, he smiles and you deliver him a tiny wink.

“I’ve only ever done that with her.”

***

You giggle as Steve swings the front door to your house open and lifts you into his arms as he carries you through the threshold. Eddie runs in front of you two with a handheld camera Masie gave you guys as a present, recording you as the other boy places you on your feet and playfully spins you around.

“You really do look amazing in that dress, babe.”

“Why thank you, Eddie.”

He chuckles as he passes the device to Steve and picks you back up to carry through the threshold of the bedroom before tossing you onto the bed. You laugh as he falls in beside you and undoes his collar as Steve follows and does the same. 

“Did you guys have fun?”

“More than.”, the man responds, holding the camera above your heads so he can get all three of you in the shot. “Maze had everyone say a little something on this thing. Maybe we should say something to. We didn’t get to say vows or anything.”

“Like?”, you press playfully as you smile up at him. 

“Like I love you and you’ve completely changed my life.”, Eddie answers. “That I would do anything for you and I promise you’ll never have to worry about the same things my mother did.”

Your instinct was to stop and console him; to tell him you’ll never have any of those worries anyway but something also told you he wasn’t just telling you this but himself.

“I would never hurt you in anyway or our future kids. I won’t abandon you or end up in jail. I’m always going to be here for you and our family. You’re always safe with me, princess.” His palm grabs your cheek as he guides your lips to his. “For as long as we both shall live or some shit.”

You and Steve laugh at his curse as he passes the camera to Eddie so his own hand can come down to caress your face. 

“Your mom and I talked a bit while we were dancing. She said it was ok for me to let my guard down and that I didn’t always have to be the protector guy. Truth is she doesn’t know how high my wall actually was when we first met you. My parents made me believe I had to. My dad’s been scolding me since birth.”, he chuckles nervously as you turn your cheek further into his palm and kiss the skin. “Honey, you’re safe with me to. I’m never going to make you or our kids feel like they don’t measure up to some imaginary standard. I’m NEVER going to cheat on you or make you feel like you need to follow me around 24/7 to make sure I remain loyal.”

“I love you to, baby, and if our daughter or son comes home one day and says they are in love with two people we definitely won’t kick them out.” Eddie laughs as Steve grins and leans forward to kiss your smiling lips. “For as long as we both shall live or some shit.”

“Those first few months of our relationship, I was always so confused about you two. I thought Steve was a spoiled daddy’s boy and Eddie was just the town bad boy. People told me about your dad growing up, Ed, but it always seemed so out there. I never thought too much about it though because I didn’t know you. When I started getting to know you both, I got even more confused.”

“You were nothing like them and you still aren’t. I’ve never been afraid of you hurting me like your parents. More than anything, I was always afraid of being hurt again like with my ex. When you both showed me you were nothing like Christian, I became scared of hurting you.”

“That I’m A Burden damage?”, Eddie asked.

“Yeah.”, you giggle before sighing. “But I promise I never will. Eddie, you’ll never have to worry about me disappearing or casting you aside. Steve, you’ll never have to worry about me treating you like you aren’t enough. You both always go above and beyond for me. I love you both so much. For as long as we both shall live or some shit.”

Laughing, the metalhead turns off the camera and places it on the bed side table before nuzzling into your neck. 

“I have one more surprise if you guys are up to it.”

“Oh, honey, you’ve done so much for us already.”

“I know, Daddy, but this is kind of a thing is for me to.” You grin when he moves out of your way before pausing and pointing to the back of your dress. “Would you mind unzipping this part here, please?”

After doing what you ask, Steve holds your hand as you step out of it and lays it on the bed. 

“Would you mind putting this away for me while I get ready? And don’t get out of your suits! I think you both look really sexy like this.”

“Can we at least take off the jackets?”

“Yes, Sir, you can.”

Both men casually talk while they wait for you to come back out. Unlike in New York, the ensemble you were about to display for them wasn’t as complex. You wanted it to be simple and easy. As you stepped back out of the bathroom, Eddie’s eyes caught you first as his jaw fell open. 

The white nightie you were wearing was sheer as it did very little to hide your beautiful curves underneath. The spaghetti straps held on to your shoulders as the bottom just barely reached the middle of your thighs. Your breasts were blocked by the white satin but nothing was covering your core except for the see through garment. White stockings with cute little bows on the corner accented your legs as you displayed them side to side. 

“I was kind of hoping I could get mean Eddie and Steve but I didn’t think you’d be able to call me a whore in something like this. But…”, you coo as you place your hands behind your back. “With that roleplay we did, maybe, if you saw me as an innocent virgin… you could still be a little bit condescending.” 

After exchanging a look, their eyes fall on you again and slowly glaze over with a dark energy you had come to love when you three played together. 

“What makes you think we wouldn’t be able to call you names while wearing something like that?”, Steve asked with a slight edge. “You think just because you look beautiful in this thing here you’d be at some kind of advantage?”

“No, Daddy.”, you answer with a playful pout as you continue to guide them mentally where you need them. “I would never think to undermine big, strong boys like you that way. I just thought… this made me seem fragile…and you’d be too afraid to break me.”

“You say that like you don’t like being broken.”, Eddie sighs in annoyance as he rolls his eyes. “Baby, no matter what wrapping your in, you’re still a whore but—”

“You’re our whore.”, Steve finishes. “Always have been.”

“I have not always been a whore. YOU corrupted me. I was a good quiet little girl till you two came along.”

The rest of their demeanors caught up with their eyes as their smiles faded and they sat up straighter causing your breath to hitch at the sight. This is what you wanted, unable to contain a small smirk as they fully dropped into this particular dominate headspace. Now they just needed to help you fully step into yours. 

“Is that so? I specifically remember a few instances with empty classrooms, locker rooms, and storage areas that would disagree.”

“All memories that involve you two.”

“That you said yes to. That first night you didn’t say no or tell us to fuck off. Why is that?”, Eddie asked but even you knew it was rhetorical as he rose to his feet. “Because you, sweetheart, are a needy little girl who knew we could take care of you.”

“Did I?” 

You both stared defiantly into each other’s eyes as his chest rose and fell heavily. 

“So I see we’re doing this the hard way then?”

As you turned to glance towards Steve, you took note of his nonchalant demeanor as he remained on the bed leaning back on his palms. His eyebrows rose and fell quickly as if to challenge you to do what you were thinking. The way their eyes were burning into you so confidently pushed you into that innocent headspace that made you feel like the Y/N they first met; the scared, timid, introverted girl. You remembered the feeling of Steve staring at you and smirking when you got startled by the teacher. You remembered Eddie’s gaze boring into you as he stood in front of you, lingering over the desk when he asked why you were there and not even looking away when the other boy answered for you. 

You allowed that familiar feeling to wash over you and even though you had known these men for five years you suddenly felt afraid of how they were making you feel. They allowed you all the time you needed to get where you needed be mentally and when your gaze shifted back towards the metalhead, he knew you were there.

“Boo.”, he chuckled and as soon as the word left his mouth you ran. 

One benefit of having a home now was more room for the chase. That was honestly half the fun and it drove you crazy in a good way. Steve caught you first, cutting through the kitchen and blocking your exit as your practically barreled into his chest. 

“Whoa, baby girl! Where are you goin’?”, he mocks as he grabs your bicep and starts pushing you backwards. 

“Let me go!”, you shout as you shove your arms against him to no avail. 

His large palm roughly pinches your cheeks as he yanks you closer to him. 

“Stop. Fighting. We both know you want this so just take it like the good girl you claim to be.”

Something cold digs into your lower back and he quickly releases you long enough to grip your curvy waist and lift you onto the kitchen counter behind you. Steve’s lips crash to yours as he reaches between your bodies to unbuckle his pants, freeing his cock from his slacks. 

Spitting into his hand, you watch with wide lust blown eyes as he stokes himself a few times before guiding himself into your heat. He doesn’t inch his way in nor give you any time to adjust as he bottoms out and in this moment you welcome it. Wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, you inhale everything that is Steve as he pounds roughly into you. 

“J-Jesus, yes, Daddy. Please.”

Leaning back, his dark eyes lock with yours as he circles both hands around your neck and lightly squeezes. 

“Yeah? We told you that you wanted this. Fuck. Why do you fight it?”

“I’m sorry. I just want to be a good girl.”

Releasing his grip, Steve loops both his arms under your knees, pulling you closer to him as you balance on your palms behind you. At this angle, he slams into that soft spot deep inside you that has your eyes rolling as you whimper.

“You want to be Daddy��s good girl? Then fucking cum on my dick, honey.”

Trembling, you fall flat against the countertop as your back arches and your pussy quivers around him as you do what he commands. Chasing his own high, his hips aggressively hit your own till you hear him grunt and open your eyes to watch his face as he spills his release inside of you. 

As you both try and catch your breath, you turn your head towards the couch in the living room to see Eddie nonchalantly twirling your handcuffs on his pointer finger as his other hand palms the massive bulge in his slacks. The sight alone turns you on causing you to clench around the boy inside of you making him groan. 

“Better refuel, Stevie. We aren’t even close to done.”, the metalhead smirks as you look at him in confusion. “Oh yeah, princess. We’re going to fill all your holes tonight.”

After pulling out, Steve picked you up and placed your feet on the floor, promptly catching you as your knees buckled. 

“Oof. It’s ok, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.”, he coos as he guides you to the sofa and lowers you onto your knees in front of Eddie.

“Give me your hands, sweetheart.” You do as he requests and he kisses the back of each one as he locks the leather around your wrists behind you. “Oh, Harrington. Little girl seems to be behaving now. Your dick must be magic.”

You pout as they both chuckle before ringed fingers firmly grip your chin to lift your face.

“No pouting, little one.”, Eddie scolds as he loosens his hold and caresses your cheek. “Fuck me, you look perfect like this. On your knees looking up at me with those beautiful needy eyes.”

Sighing at his touch and praises, you turn your face into his hand and kiss his thumb as it runs along your lips. A low pleasure filled growl leaves his throat as he tugs you to your feet and yanks you towards the other side of the couch while unbuckling his belt. Flopping down onto the cushions, the metalhead pushes down his pants enough to free his cock and motions for you to sit on his face.

You hesitated too long; their eyes clouding over with anger again as Steve stomped around to where you were standing and spanked your behind making you yelp. 

“Why did I spank you just now?”

“Because you have to repeat yourself.”, you whisper. “But Daddy with my hands cuffed I can’t support myself—Oop!”, you hiccup when he spanks you again. 

“I don’t care, Y/N. Do you trust your Master?”, he scolds, his face pressed to the side of yours.

“With my life.”, you murmur.

“Then WHY are you hesitating when he’s telling you to do something?!”

“I’m sorry.”, you whimper.

Steve’s hands cup your cheeks as he turns you fully to face him. 

“Honey, that gorgeous woman we saw today in that stunning wedding dress deserves to be eaten out properly and cum as hard as she can. Eddie knows what he’s doing.”

“Unless it really makes you uncomfortable.”, Eddie whispers as he reaches out to rub your side.

“No, Sir. I’m not uncomfortable.”

Completely unbuttoning his shirt, he lays back flat and opens his arms. 

“Then climb aboard, princess.”

Keeping a strong hold on your bicep, Steve guides you till you were straddling the long-haired boy’s face. Leaning over his cock, you spit over his tip and watched it fall down his length as he moaned in pleasure. Eddie’s palm came down hard on your ass as his mouth wrapped around your clit.

Mewling, you tilted down and fully encased him between your lips as your tongue swirled around him. 

“Atta girl. Fuck, you taste so fucking good after you cum. Stevie, can you help me keep your cum inside her?”

“I’m gonna be leaning over you a bit. Is that ok?”

“Uh oh, Harrington. Are you turning into little miss here? I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t.”, Eddie chuckled as Steve smiled and rolled his eyes. 

Sliding two of his fingers into your pussy had your moan vibrating heavily around the metalhead’s cock making him groan as his tongue flatted and flicked against your swollen bundle of nerves. 

Energetic hands roamed your body as Eddie alternated from clinging to your hips to sliding them under your nightie to roughly kneed your tits and play with your nipples. Steve clung to your shoulder, allowing you some leverage so you wouldn’t fall completely forward as he pumped his fingers deep inside of you. 

“Shit. Lower, sweetheart. Get me nice and wet.” You do as he asks, lowing your head till you feel his cock hit the back of your throat. “That’s it. You like that don’t you, dirty girl.”

A palm suddenly gripped your hair holding you in place as Eddie thrust his hips roughly, his eyes rolling at the sound of your gags.

“Don’t…Don’t let her up yet, Steve. FUCK!”

Squeezing your own eyes shut, you remained still as you allowed him to use your mouth. Tears stung the corner of your eyes as you felt and heard him grunt loudly between your legs before his spend shot out in ropes, hitting the back of your throat. While both men picked up their pace, you swallowed every drop he gave, whimpering as you fell against his thigh till you shuddered and came as well.

As Steve tried to help you off his friend, you both misjudged your balance and the two of you tumbled to the hard wood floor. 

“Oh shit. Baby, are you alright?”, he asked moving your hair out of your face and smiling when he noticed you giggling. 

“Yeah, Daddy, I’m ok.”

Eddie slowly slithered to the floor, throwing off his shirt and fully pushing down his slacks. 

“This part I think should be the other side of us you like. The nice and slow part.”, he grinned as he tenderly kissed your lips. “Do you need a blanket or anything for you back?”

“No, Sir, the cold floor actually feels good against my skin.”

“Come here, pretty girl.”, a now naked Steve murmured as he took hold of you and placed you on top of him. You couldn’t help but smile as he smirked up at you, his glimmering eyes raking along your body. “So beautiful, baby girl.”

Balancing on your knees a bit, you lifted yourself up just enough for him to guide his cock into your entrance. He tried his best to control his features but you could tell it was contorting in a mixture of both pleasure and pain. 

“Daddy? A-Are you ok?”

“Yeah…yes…I mean, fuck… I’m, uh, still a bit…a bit sensitive.”, he stuttered through pants turning you on even more. 

“Pfft. You had more time to recoup than me, Harrington, but trust me. The high is so much better when you’re sensitive. Right, baby?”

As you nod to his question, his palm tilts you forward till your head falls in the nook between Steve’s shoulder and neck. After spitting between your cheeks, he gradually pushes his length into your ass. 

“God fucking damn it.”

Both men take hold of your wrists, Eddie on your wrists themselves and Steve on your forearms just below, and slowly but firmly begin thrusting into you. You swore you could feel every vein and throb as they dragged against your walls.

Their moans were strangled as they tried to control themselves from just pounding into and ending the immensely pleasurable feeling they were experiencing. Because of this they had become uncharacteristically quiet so you took over comforting them in that regard. 

“Fuck, Daddy, baby. You feel so good. I can feel you both so deep inside of me.” His head turned slightly into your voice and in return you gently kissed his jawline to the shell of his ear. “I’m yours, Steve. Forever. I love you so much.”

Tugging your hair to lift your head, his lips kiss your own and you melt into them both as Eddie bends down to rest his chin near your shoulder. His rings bite ever so slightly into your neck, bringing your head back even further so you were level with the side of his face.

“I’m yours to, Eddie. I love you, baby. Please—mmm—please make me cum again.”

After a quick but sloppy kiss, the metalhead pushes back up onto his knees and slams into you faster as they cling to your body. With nothing to hold onto, you allow yourself to let your body go, trusting that they have a good hold on you as you slip into the euphoria and cum hard around them both. 

Eddie’s palms roughly grip your hips till he grunts and spills inside of you, smacking your ass for good measure as he empties into you. Steve soon follows, wrapping his around you as he thrusts his seed into your cunt for the second time that night. 

“Fuck me.”, he heavily exhales, pausing when he notices you wince.

“Slow. Slowly please.”, you beg.

“We got you, sweetheart.”, Eddie whispers, rubbing your back as he carefully pulls out of you and comes to your side to your release your binds. 

Once your hands are free, you try to balance them in front of you but you’re still so shaky that you almost tumble forward. 

“Whoa, honey. Like Eddie said, we got you. You took care of us today, let us take care of you tonight.”

“For as long as we both shall live.”, the other boy teases making you smile as he guides you off his friend and to your feet. Lifting you bridal style again, he carries you to the bathroom and sets you on the edge as he begins getting the bath together. 

“I’ll never understand how you two can pick me up so easily.”

The metalhead’s eyes flick towards you with genuine confusion before focusing on his task once again. 

“I mean, I just take you in my arms and lift. Nothing complicated to it.” Placing his palms against the porcelain, Eddie turns to face you, his nose almost level with yours. “Is there a particular reason you feel like it should be harder?”

“Baby, I know you two have never cared about my size but that doesn’t change the fact that I AM a big girl.”, you playfully whisper as you bring your lips to his.

“Have any of your exes ever tried?”, Steve asks from his place by the sink. “To pick you up I mean.”

“No…no actually.”

Kneeling in front of you on his heels, the man takes your hands in his. 

“Then, honey, how do you know you’re too heavy to pick up?”

You had genuinely never thought about it before. It was almost like a mutual understanding between you and the men you had dated in the past that you were a big girl so certain things like trying to pick you up was a no go.

“I think I’m noticing a pattern here, Harrington.”

“Oh yeah? What is it, Munson?”

Taking hold of your arms, they guided you into the water before taking their own usual places behind and in front of you. 

“I’m going to take a wild stab in the dark here and you correct me if I’m wrong, babe, but you never sat on Christian’s face, yeah? Had you ever before us?”

You shook your head to his question.

“Mhmm. And with your exes, how often were you on top?” A small knowing smirk painted his lips as he watched you slowly come to the realization. “Y/N, sweetheart, how many times did you ask for things like that?”

“I…I didn’t know how. I mean…I’m…” You gesture towards your curves. “Of course I’d be too heavy…right?”

“Why of course? You’re not too heavy for us.”, Steve responded. “Honestly, baby, you’re not heavy at all.”

Eddie eyes had continued watching your face as you absorbed what they were saying. 

“No wonder your feelings for us scared you that first time around. Dating douchebags like Christian made you believe certain things about yourself and your body. To suddenly meet two who were the exact opposite in every way. Hell, I’d be nervous to.”

“WERE you nervous? You said you never dated anyone like me before.”

“Uh huh. Probably because I never actually dated anyone before.” Eddie’s grin grew as you made a face at him like you didn’t believe him. “Why do you think I’ve never mentioned anyone? I’ve had, I don’t know, partners but no one ever really wanted to go out with me. I’m too mean remember?”

“Yeah you are.”, you tease as you lean forward to kiss him. 

“Stevie here is the slut.”

“Yeah, yeah calm down, Munson.”, Steve smiled as you turned to look at him. “I may be the opposite but my outcome was the same. I’ve never been in a relationship. Like your mom said, Steve Harrington…out on the town every night with a new girl on his arm. I think the closest I got was some girl I was with for about a month.”, he sighs before shifting his gaze to you. “This is going to sound stalkery but I was always more curious about you.”

“A little creepy.”

“Noooo… Don’t listen to him, Daddy. I want to hear more.”

“I’ll make you deal. I’ll tell you more if you let us dry you off and get you in bed.”

After kissing his cheek, you nodded your head and allowed them to finish their aftercare routine with you. Grinning like a kid waiting to be tucked in, you sat on the edge of the bed as you watched them organize the discarded clothes and place them aside to be dealt with tomorrow. 

“This was gorgeous on you, princess.”, Eddie smiles as he delicately places your wedding dress on a chair in the room. 

“Thank you. Masie came with me and we got to do a whole little bridal thing with my mom. I have pictures but we need to get them developed.”

“I can’t wait to see them.” Steve beamed as he threw a shirt over his head and jumped into bed behind you to start brushing your hair. “I’m glad your kids and Mr. C came. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Oh!”, the metalhead exclaimed as he bounced onto the mattress in front of you. “What did Mr. C say when you told him about all this? Was he jealous? I know that man is obsessed with me.”

“No, you goof.”, you giggle. “He thought it was a good idea. He, um, he paid for the venue. I insisted he didn’t have to but he insisted he wanted to calling it a gift.”

“Wow. That’s amazing.”

“I was going to tell you this tomorrow but my parents and Wayne also got us something, referring to it as a gift.” You point at your bag and Eddie hastily gets up to get it before sitting cross legged in front of you. You hand him an envelope, gesturing for him to open it as Steve finishes his task and wraps his arms around you as he waits. 

“Holy shit, Harrington.” 

“What is it?”

“Three fucking plane tickets to Italy.”

Completely bewildered, he snatched the contents out of his hand to look for himself. 

“They said it was for our honeymoon.”, you softly smile. 

“They didn’t have to do that.”, the man whispered.

“I said the same thing but Wayne told me to hush.”

They both laughed as Steve set the tickets on the bedside table and pulled you towards the pillows. Eddie followed and you immediately rolled into him, pressing your back into his bare chest.

“You were always so timid in high school.”, Steve stated as he turned off the light and shuffled down into the sheets. “So any time I saw you laugh or smile, I wanted to know more. In class, you were one of the first to raise your hand and when you were with your friends on the basketball team you were so animated.”

A pleasant sigh left your lips as he reached out to caress your cheek. 

“I was curious about what made you tick and I wanted to know everything about you. I wanted to be the one that made you laugh or feel safe. I wanted to be the one to give you everything you ever wanted. After we left that first night, I told Eddie how I felt. When he told me he felt the same way, I knew… I knew you belonged to both of us.”

Intertwining your fingers with his, you brought his lips to yours for a kiss before turning your head to do the same with Eddie. 

“Thank you for today, baby.”, Steve murmured. 

“And for every day before, sweetheart”, the metalhead added.

You can’t help but smile as your eyelids begin to get heavy.

“Till death do us part.”

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Spin the Bottle pt.2

Shawn Hunter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1695 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader walked out, but Shawn isn’t really going to let that slide.

Part 1 ——————————————————————————————————

“Why you could never like me like that”

Your words echoed in Shawn’s head for a moment before he spoke, his head basically spinning at the turn this had taken. A second ago, he thought he’d be fully making out.

...Not that he really minded.

Clearly what you were going through was really bothering you and he wasn’t going to just brush over that. He cared about you far too much to ever do that.

This had to be gone about in the right way, gently, not that Shawn had ever been good at that.

“Is that what you think? You think that there’s something wrong with you?” he laughed, finally getting you to look up from between your knees.

Was he laughing at you?

What part of this was possibly amusing him?

“Please Shawn, you saw how they reacted? They think this is a joke. Even they know that there’s no way you could actually want to be in here with me” you scoffed again, gesturing back to the door, indicating the whole gaggle of teens.

This was going to be the talk to school for weeks, and you would be the butt of the joke.

All they saw Shawn as was the poor guy who got locked in a closet with you.

...And again, he laughed.

“I don’t care about them. They don’t know anything about you” he had a point, sure, but that didn’t make their ridicule any less hurtful and that didn’t make your point any less valid.

You knew that he was just trying to be a good guy and you didn’t want that. You didn’t want to be some charity case, just because he cared about Cory.

“Don’t worry about it Shawn, really. It was my mistake for ever thinking I belong here” you sighed, standing from your seated position to leave before he could even think to stop you.

At the moment, it didn’t even matter if you had to walk home. Anything would be better than having to make a fool of yourself any longer.

You were met with a chorus of oohs and ahhs when you opened the door, the room full of whispers and hushed laughter but you didn’t even pay that any mind.

Not one of them could phase you after what you’d just been forced to realize.

You were right.

There was never a chance of Shawn caring for you in the way you cared for him and that was enough to break your heart, even if you thought you had it all figured out before.

“Hey Hey, What’s going on?” Cory tried, grasping at your shoulders in an attempt to stop you, which you could have easily stopped. All you had to do was keep walking and he wouldn’t be able to keep you from leaving.

...But you stopped anyway.

This wasn’t his fault.

“Nothing, I’m just going home okay?” you assured, doing your best to put on your brave face, though at this point, you may as well have been sobbing.

Everyone could tell that there was something wrong, and while most of them didn’t care, there was no point in hiding what you had going on.

It was like he said before, they didn’t know anything about you.

“Did something happen? Are you okay?” he asked, always worrying even when he didn’t have to. You could have seen this coming a mile away but still, you nodded.

“I’m fine Cory, I promise” you assured, heading up the stairs without even bothering to look back. For the moment, Shawn was just staring at the floor in that closet, trying to figure this all out, but you didn’t know how long he would be.

You know one thing for sure, and that was that you weren’t going to be standing here when he finally put the pieces together and came back out into the light.

Talking about it once was bad but having to say it all again would drive you out of your mind, so you made yourself scarce.

Or at least, you got out of that house.

You only got to the curb before you stopped, sitting down right there by the street. You still weren’t sure how you were getting home quite yet, but you knew that wandering alone in the dark wasn’t a good idea.

Maybe once everything had cooled down a little, you would go back inside and call Eric to pick you up.

If you had gotten the chance that was.

Before you could even think straight, Shawn came rushing out of the house, having just figured out what this was really all about. He felt like an idiot.

“There you are!” he hummed, more to himself than anyone else, rushing over to where you were sitting. He had no idea what he was going to say or why he even thought this was a good idea, but he didn’t care.

Right now, all he wanted to do was talk to you.

“I was worried you left,” Shawn sighed, sitting down beside you. At this point, he wasn’t sure if you even wanted company but that didn't matter. He knew you well enough to know that being alone wasn’t what you needed.

Even if all you wanted to do was yell at him for being an idiot, he would let you.

The worst part of this whole thing was that you knew that, and it made you feel guilty.

All he wanted to do was play some stupid little party game and now you felt like you’d ruined his whole night.

“I should have” you shrugged back, not even bothering to look at him. The cold night air was nipping at your skin and your head was beginning to throb but even still, the tension between the two of you was the worst of it.

There just weren’t words to make it all better.

“Maybe, but I’m glad you didn’t” he smiled, watching the way you fiddled with the tattered sleeve of your sweater, nervously picking at the fraying knit.

You were so hard on yourself, and somehow he hadn’t realized until now.

Frankly, when he looked at you, he didn’t see a single thing he would change. Sure, you weren’t a size zero, your thighs touched and your tummy bulged above the waistband of your jeans but he didn’t care about any of that.

Shawn had dated nice girls and girls who couldn’t have been more nasty to him, but not once did those things have anything to do with what she looked like.

...And he’d never turned down a girl because of what she looked like.

Though, you must not have thought that same rule applied to you. If anything, Shawn would have thought you’d be more inclined to tell him how you felt, seeing as the two of you already had so much history.

“You don’t really think that, do you? That I wouldn’t like you because of the way you look” he asked, after letting the air between the two of you settle for a moment or so.

That was the part that bothered him the most.

You didn’t even give him the courtesy of asking him, or telling him how you felt. That could only mean one thing-you must have really thought he was some kind of scum bag.

It would be a lie to say that didn’t hurt.

“Shawn, you don’t have to take it personally. That’s just the way it is. Guys like you date hot chicks like Libby Harper and there’s nothing wrong with that” you shrugged again, genuinely unphased by it.

In your eyes, that was just the way it was always going to be and there was no use fighting it.

“We’re friends, and that’s okay too. Just pretend I didn’t say anything” you suggested, finally daring to look at him, your eyes shining lightly in the dark, telling the male you’d been crying.

You were really shook up.

“No. You don’t get to just do that to me” he started, turning fully to face you, snatching up both your hands in his own to make sure he had your attention.

Was that really how you were planning on ending this whole thing? By just pretending you’d never said anything.

That was crazy. 

“You can’t tell me how I have to feel, because you’re wrong” he scoffed, practically yelling by this point, though he wasn’t upset. He just wanted to make sure that you heard every word.

This was quite possibly the most important thing he would ever say to you, and while this wasn’t really how he thought this would go, it would do.

“Now you listen to me when I tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and if anything, I was scared you wouldn’t be into me” Shawn laughed, thinking back.

There were so many times that he’d nearly been caught ogling you, or made a joke at your expense just to see the way you faltered. The only thing keeping him from admitting it was his own reputation.

From where he was sitting, you deserved much better than he could ever give you, so he kept his opinions to himself.

It wasn’t until he realized, standing in that closet, alone, that you felt the same way about him that he did for you.

“What, why? That doesn’t make any sense. You’re Shawn Hunter” you laughed, rolling your eyes at that. For as long as you could remember, Shawn could have had any girl he wanted.

Now he was trying to tell you that he was afraid of you rejecting him.

...You?

It didn’t make any sense.

Even still, when he leaned forward, gently bracing your jaw just like he’d done in that closet, you found yourself leaning into his touch all the same.

It didn’t make any sense, but it was hard to sit in front of the man and tell him that he didn’t know his own mind. As much as you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs that he was wrong, his kiss proved you wrong.

Maybe you had been wrong after all.

[geminimoonbeamx]

She’s Got Bette Davis Eyes

A/N: I'm going to be real; I miss Steve’s loser in a sailor uniform era. I’m not sure how I feel about the return of King Steve but well. Don't even get me started how much I hated the forced throat fucking that is the Duffers trying to make Stancy a thing again. Despite all that, I’m happy to have our baby boy back. 

Warnings: Smut. Road Head. Steve getting his shit verbally rocked. 

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington has been on like, a hundred shitty dates this month alone. He really doesn't expect his date with you to be any different. 

The movie the two of you had gone to see was garbage. Zombiethon. Literally as horrible as it sounds, you’d pushed for that new Demi Moore flick but Steve had become a bit of a movie connoisseur since working at the Family Video.

A bit of a douche too, but then like. Hadn't he always been one?  You’re contemplating why you’d accepted the date at all while he pokes at his coke float with a straw. The diner is in full rage, loud enough that it drowns out any chance of conversation- 

Steve’s corny pick up lines are lost to the hustle and bustle, drowned out by the jukebox and old team mates coming up to pay homage to the former King of Hawkins High himself. 

You’d gotten ready for this. Like, really. Taken hours primping and priming. Your hair fell, practiced and shiny. Your lip gloss gleamed in the light. The denim skirt you wore was just on the right side of slutty. This worked for you, with guys- always. And still, it seemed like Steve wanted to be anywhere but sitting across the table from you- 

And you? Yeah, you’re taking that pretty personally. 

If he thinks he’s going to get a kiss at the door and a second date after this he’s dead wrong. 

You let him ramble, about his dumb job and his dumb hair and his weekend trip to Indianapolis a month ago. All the while smiling, nodding, giving a quip and taking the cues. 

You're more than happy when the check comes in the form of the older woman with a smokers cough. You're pulling out your purse before she’s even dropped it on the table. 

“No, no, no. I invited you out, It’s my treat-” he pats at his pockets. 

You ignore him, pulling the crisp twenty out of your wallet and handing it to the woman. Nora, her name tag reads. “Here you go, keep the change” 

She smiles at you, before turning sharp eyes to Steve, muttering about how all the real men died in Nam’.  

Your pounding pavement towards his car. Funny, all throughout high school you’d yearned to ride passenger in the maroon BMW, and now you weren't too sure you wanted to get in it at all. It wasn't that much of a walk, back you your house- why had you chosen these tall ass wedges?

“I had that tab, back there. You didn’t have to-” Steve starts the engine, sounding uneasy and unsure for the first time tonight and hah. Good. Misery loves company, and you’re the petty bitch that will enforce the fact. 

“You snooze you lose” 

“Uh-” He makes a face, confused as you play with his radio. If he wants to be a dick fine, but you refuse to do another awkward car ride filled with his shitty taste in music. Megadeth it is. 

Your house is just outside of town, at least a thirty minute ride. 

At five minutes in you decide what the hell. You turn the knob, metal fading  “Quick quesh, why did you ask me out if you’re obviously not interested in dating anyone?”

“What? That’s not true. I date, all the time-” 

“Ah, so just not interested in dating me. Like in particular” 

“No, I wouldn't have asked you out if I wasnt interested in you. Dating you. Dating anyone” 

“Can I share my theory with you? I mean I did let you explain the entire synopsis of Casablanca back there so like, my turn” You get comfortable in the leather seat, wiggling so that you're leaning bag against the door, directly facing him. He’s cute, that dumb little look on his face. The confused nod. 

“So you haven't really been with anyone since Nancy Wheeler- 

“Not true” 

“Yeah you’ve dated like half the girls in this town. But boyfriend, girlfriend? Not since Wheeler. Suspicious? Kind of” 

“It’s not suspicious, I just haven't been with anyone that I wanted to take that next step with” Steve defends himself, bristling a little bit. Fuck if your going to let this go. Who cares if he’s uncomfortable? This is the most fun you’ve had all night. 

“Sure. It’s okay, I’ve done the hung up on the ex thing too- like for years. I just wish you would’ve told me” you shrug 

“Told you what exactly?” 

“That you weren't on the market for anything other than…physical relationships” you pick your brain for the right words. 

His mouth gapes, open, snaps closed. Nose scrunches and well. “That's not something I really go around just advertising. Girls aren't into that” 

“Aren't they?”’

“Are you?” He rebuts, doubtful. Hopeful, but mostly doubtful.  

Bingo. Right on the money.

You bite your cheek, trying to contain your grin as you reach over the console, your hand on Steves denim clad thigh “I think as human beings, it’s kind of fucked up to deprive ourselves of touch. It’s one of the five main senses and all that. I mean, so you don't want to get married...that doesn't mean you can't get your dick wet” 

Steve hisses as your fingers drag, right over his fly. “Y/N”-

“Shh, just keep driving. Don't you wanna have a little fun?” you massage his bulge and reach over, because fuck it. You're in this deep already. Rejection would sting but this date had already been horrible. 

You aim for his stubbled cheek, but he turns his head last minute, his plump lips meeting yours. Fuck, this is the good stuff. The legendary stuff. High School mythology etched on the walls of the girls bathroom, whispered in reverence between friends. Steve tastes like mint, feels like sunshine. Uses the perfect amount of tongue. 

You pull away after a moment. “Eyes on the road, hot stuff”

Now why did he take you to the worst movie of all time, when the two of you could’ve been doing this all night? Boys are so stupid. Even pretty rich ones with good hair. 

You nose behind his ear, drag your lips down his throat as your fingers begin to work on his zipper, giggling when he swallows roughly. 

“All this fun’s gonna get us killed” 

“Come on, you're a great driver. Just focus, okay” you pull away, and his head leans, following without his permission. “Or do you want me to stop?” 

You spear your bottom lip between your teeth, staring at him with big bright eyes. The shadows of your eyelashes dancing in the passing streetlights. 

“That's killer, you know that? Not fair at all. If we end up in a ditch, it’s all your fault” He sighs, concedes, reaches down to lean his seat back. 

“You worry too much. But wouldn't that be kind of rad? Death by road head. We’d have the coolest gravestones ever” You whisper wetly into his ear, tugging on the lobe with your lips. 

He just shakes his head. 

Turns out a thirty minute drive is more then enough to make Steve Harrington turn into a puddle of goo. His chest heaves and he white knuckles the steering wheel as you work him over. 

It’s sloppy and crude, the squelching and gagging echoing around the car. His thighs shake and it takes everything to keep his eyes from crossing. He sneaks a peak, down at your bobbing head, at the way that your’e putting your all into it. Those little hurt sounds you keep making when the fat head catches the back of your throat, just right. He snaps his hips up, cruel. Needing to hear it just a little bit louder as you struggle. 

He can’t do this. 

“Y/N- fuck. Ease up-” 

You double down. 

Elm Drive 

He makes a wide swerve of a turn before stomping on the breaks. Your house is just down at the end of the block. 

When he comes , with a shout and his fistful of your hair, it's blinding. He feels like he’s been sucker punched in the gut, before his spine turns to liquid. 

He’s wrecked. 

And you? You’re fine. Just peachy as you pull off with a pop. Spit and cum smeared across the bottom of your face. He accepts the little peck you give him eagerly. 

You’re wiping your face clean, reapplying your lip gloss and dabbing at the corners of your teary, mascara smudged eyes as Steve tries to come back down to earth, his chest still heaving embarrassingly when you seem so…composed. 

He inches down the street, feeling a little high. He probably shouldn't be driving right now- 

When he pulls in front of your house, porch light on and quaint, you instantly grab your bag. Ready to go. 

“So I’ll um- call you? We should hang out again. Soon? Preferably” 

You throw your head back and laugh, almost meanly “That’s going to be a no from me. This was the worst date I’ve ever been on. Like ever. Lose my number, Harrington” 

You’re out of the car before he can wrap his head fully around what you’d said. No? What? The passenger door slams. 

He’s pretty sure you’re going to leave him high and dry- take the steps up to the porch and call it a night. Instead, you freeze, contemplating for a moment. Your eyes scan the street, peeled for any sign of your neighbors before your wiggling your thick thighs, reaching up under your skirt. 

“Something to think about. If you ever decide that you want to…take that next step” You grin leaning into his driver side window. Handing him the pair of baby blue panties. Still warm. Very much wet. 

Steve poor dick jumps. “I’ll take it into consideration” 

He can’t help but grin. That stupid look on his face the entire time he watches you walk the path, shut your front door behind you. 

Steve had taken out no less than a dozen girls in the last few months, everyone leaving him feeling more unsatisfied than the last. He looks at the blue lacy fabric in his hands, and thinks yeah. 

He’s pretty sure he owes you a second date. 

Welp. This was filthy. If you're interested in reading a part two of this, let me know! I think these two could be really fun. Also, food for thought. My ask box is open. 

[eddiessidegirl]

Hell Bent for Leather

Chapter 5

Masterlist: x

Summary: You’re just now learning about what your little brother has been up to over the years post earthquake, and that formerly thought to be dead people weren’t

Pairing: Eddie x Henderson!Reader

Reader is a plus size Female with female genitalia, she/her pronouns

Slight Vol 2 spoilers but this is a fix-it fic

Warnings: Swearing, canon compliant violence and gore, eventual smut, mutual pining, death, kind of angsty at moments, potential for MC death.

Chapter word count: 1922

MINORS DNI - 18+

There was no sleep in the cards for you, at least not for the last 7 hours. Thankfully summer was finally upon Hawkins and school was now almost over, you didn’t need to attend the ceremony, and your diploma came in the mail a few days prior. You sat zombie like at the table waiting for Steve and Robin to come pick you and Dustin up to go see Eddie. Dustin had whispered that you looked…off, and he was concerned. The BMW sped its way towards your house, Harrington got there in record time, Robin screaming a creative amount of expletives at home the whole way. The squealing of the tires could be heard from down the block.

“You know, I almost jabbed myself in the eye when you turned the corner that last time, and you complained about Maxs’ driving abilities…jeez.” Dustin had been waiting by the door, and lead them through to the kitchen table.

“Y/N, Steve and Robin are here to drive us, let’s go.” Your younger brother helped you up, thankfully you weren’t catatonic - just very tired, dazed and scared. You were afraid to fall back asleep in case that…clock appeared again. Nodding you walked out to the car, Robin got in next to you and helped you clean up your face which hadn’t been washed since the night prior. One of your hands stayed clutched to your bag while the other held onto the necklace.

The drive to Hoppers cabin wasn’t long but Dustin did his best to explain how he’d found you in the morning on your bed shivering, crying and not wanting to sleep. Steve shot you a sympathetic look, he could tell you’d been through sometime intense he didn’t know what. As the red 733i got nearer and nearer to the clearing you began to visibly relax and almost come to.

Someone had already called ahead to let Eddie know you were coming, probably Dustin, he was already waiting on the porch leaning against the support beam and as soon as he saw the car he pushed off and hurried down the stairs to meet you guys as Steve parked.

“What’s wrong with her? What happened?” His ringed hand pulling on the handle harshly over and over until Steve yelled at him to wait for him to unlock the door. The soft click alerted him to it being open and as soon as the door was wide enough Eddie slipped his hand into yours and guided your feet up the stairs his other arm wrapped around your waist holding you protectively. Trying to coax words out of you and slowly succeeding, you were able to to manage a nod or two.

“Wait are they…?” Steve whispered to Dustin who nodded and then pressed his finger to his mouth, he would explain it later to him.

The rest of the party arrived eventually, and soon the small cabin was filled with people, it was suffocating but necessary since everyone there had been through it all before.

When you were all sat on the couch and mis-matched chairs in the living room you began to describe the dream, voice hoarse from not being used much since Eddie left your room; glazing over everything that happened before you went to bed. Talking about your dream made you self conscious but everyone around you didn’t look like they were judging you, instead they looked concerned, “It felt so real…and when I woke up it was like I had been frozen. All I was able to do was curl up in the middle of my bed and pray I didn’t sleep again. Or hear the clock”

Every single eye in the room was on you, a few mouths hung open. Max was sitting across from you, her blue eyes glancing down at the key around your neck. “Y/N… Where did you get that necklace?” Her voice unintentionally harsh, the redhead quickly apologized.

Slowly you glanced over at Eddie, red blossomed across your face and neck in patches. One by one everyone raised their brows and exchanged looks. “I found it near my trailer. I went back to get some of my shit one night and it was there by the stairs. Didn’t think anything of it and pocketed it.” Eddie’s big brown eyes looked over to Max, concern painted his features. “Why? Do you recognize it?”

“It looks exactly like the necklace that Ms. Kelly, the guidance counsellor, wore during our meetings…”

“Ms. Kelly? As in the woman who’s keys we stole to break into her office? That Ms. Kelly?” Steve as always was a few steps behind, Max just nodded, no snappy comeback today.

Arguments had begun to break out, about whether you should get rid of the necklace or if they should take turns holding onto it. Words flew everywhere it was making the room spin with every turn of your head as you tried to keep up. But it was so overwhelming especially since you hadn’t slept all night.

“Shut up!” Dustin screamed, “let’s discuss this calmly and rationally. What do we know?” Clearly your brother had put on his thinking cap and was getting down to business. “Obviously Vecna is not dead as we thought, he wants that necklace Y/N is wearing and we know he won’t stop until he gets it.”

“What do you suggest we do then, Henderson? The dude can find us anywhere, we saw what happened with Nance.” Steve nodded his head over to Nancy who was sat in the kitchen chair near you. She told you about her experience being attacked and it had horrified you to the core. That is what was awaiting you if he came for you again.

“Moms gone for the summer, she’s looking for houses outside of Hawkins.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, “we could make our house home base so that none of us are alone.”

“Wait, what?! What do you mean moms out looking at houses, we have a house. A perfectly good one, here! In HAWKINS!” Dustin’s voice raised to a shrill. A hushed “Chill out man,” came from Mike and a couple others.

The room stilled for a few moments. Everyone withdrawn into their own thoughts and feelings. Dustin was fuming and went to sit on the porch stairs. The warmth of Eddie’s frame radiating through you causing the rush of adrenaline that was coursing through your veins to dissipate, but the couch was cramped and your body was crying out for sleep. Eventually voices picked up again, this time going over ideas for plans of attack. Questions also floated around the room, Lucas wondered what Vecna wanted it for. Will said he hadn’t had a feeling about him in a while and it concerned him. It finally became too much for you to handle.

“Jane, do you mind if I go lay in your room?”

A quizzical look crossed her face “why not in Eddie’s room? Are you two not…dating?” Your eyes widened, along with your eyes, your face looked like that of a deer caught in headlights. Eddies face mirrored yours exactly, even more deer like since his eyes were already so doe-like. It was obvious that she hadn’t meant it in a bad way, Jane was still learning social cues and missteps were expected. But you hadn’t expected her to be so astutely observant especially since you barely knew her.

“I- uh I mean, technically speaking, we..we’re not?” Eddie looked to you for confirmation and received a nod in response, “besides your room is far more female friendly than mine.” This elicited a snort from Max, he shot her a mock angry look but smiled at her.

Jane narrowed her eyes, still unsure but lead you to her room, your feet unsteady with tiredness. The mattress dipped when you sat on it, and the springs squeaked with your movement causing your lips to twist in embarrassment but Jane didn’t say anything other than to bid you a good rest and left the door open a few inches, and those inches made you feel safe, a closed door scared you right now. After laying staring at the wall for what seemed like hours you finally fell asleep.

“Dude, are you dating her?” Steve asked Eddie when he’d gone out for a puff.

“Nah man, we’ve only kissed and I wasn’t going to chance anything with her little brother sneaking around the halls like Gollum when he was following the hobbits.”

“I wasn’t sneaking, you guys were being too loud and I needed to know if I had to yell at your to shut up” Dustin had appeared out of thin air behind them, Eddie’s already massively poofy hair poofed a bit more from the scare, giving him a manic look.

“Jesus H. Christ kid, we’re getting a bell for you to wear. Can’t be sneaking up on me like that. I almost died remember?”

The two of them squabbled until Steve couldn’t take it anymore “hey knuckleheads, will you two shut up? El’s room is right there.”

The three of them walked around to the back of the cabin out of your hearing range and discussed what needed to happen, Dustin radioed to Lucas in the cabin to have everyone come outside so that you could sleep while they talked.

Max and Mike were in the middle of an argument as they rounded the corner, “Obviously she can’t come with us.” “Why not?” “Because dummy she can barely handle a dream let alone be in the Upside Down.” The only thing the two of them could agree on was that the adults needed to be aware. Hopper and Joyce had told them that if anything was going to happen to tell them so they could do something rather than it be last minute.

Several hours later you awoke; the room was dark, quiet. Disoriented you struggled to your feet and padded towards the main area. The warm yellow light of a couple lamps threw shadows along the walls and the soft dull noises of the tv drew you into the makeshift living room. Erica sat in the chair watching My Little Pony reruns.

“Where’s Ed—everyone?” You asked her, voice laced with sleep.

Erica scoffed, clearly annoyed that they’d left her behind, “they didn’t tell me where they were going exactly, but I know it’s a lake. Left me on…babysitting duty even though you’re too old for one. And your precious boyfriend told me to tell you to stay here and be good.” The younger Sinclair sibling rolled her eyes and mutter comments about him not having the balls to do it himself.

The air around you swirled coldly in the cabin, sure it was summer but the winds had picked up and you could tell it was going to rain. A snap decision happened in your head, you were going to go get them, they could not be out on the lake if it rained, what if lightning followed along with it? They’d be sitting ducks.

Half asleep still you shoved your feet into your shoes and grabbed a jacket off the rung on the wall, it might have been Hoppers’ or Janes’, you couldn’t tell. Either way it was better than no jacket. Quietly you slid out the front door, Erica had already been sucked back into her cartoon, meanwhile you were running down a path, droplets of rain beginning to fall, making your feet slide as the dirt turned into mud.

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[artzee-bee]

Now and for eternity| Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer ( netflix)

Request:” Can you write an imagine where Lucifer’s wife is like this well known social light that owns her own luxury fashion brand and she starts receiving gifts from an obsessed secret admirer and Lucifer is unknowingly being targeted by the secret admirer who is trying to kill Lucifer in order to get the reader and Lucifer thinks it’s his father trying to ‘strike’ him down for some unknown reason until Chloe point out someone that correlates with the readers secret admirer and Lucifer’s attacker. Feeling some type away about it Lucifer decides to taunt the secret admirer by upping the PDA and romantic gestures getting a kick out in it much to Chloe’s dismay. And once the secret admirer is caught Lucifer rubs it in their face that the reader is his for now and all of eternity before showing the secret admirer his true face. ”

Genre: fluff? I guess

Warnings:death threats, stalking, attempted murder

~~~

It wasn’t unusual to receive gifts and flowers at your office. After all, with the job you worked and the wealthy people you collaborated with, the presents simply represented one of the many perks of being a designer. Except, one friday morning, while examining a particularly beautiful bouquet of pink lilies, you noticed the little card that came with it

“I know they are some of your favorite - <3 “

Usually, work associates would leave a name. Some way for you to know that they value your work and are thinking of you (and maybe to flatter you into giving them a discount), but there was no name on this card, just a tiny heart in a glittery, pink gel pen. Pink lilies were, indeed, your favorite.

You brought the flowers home and told your husband, Lucifer, all about the mysterious gift. You had talked to your secretary and even she didn’t know where the flowers came from, since no one came to drop off lilies that morning. You presumed the sender must have simply forgotten to sign the card, and perhaps your secretary had forgotten about them, with the busy morning she’d had. You and Lucifer had a laugh, imagining the shy and anxious intern that was probably assigned the job, and the scolding they’ll get when their boss finds out about their mistake.

The next morning, a box of your favorite chocolates were waiting for you on your desk. There wasn’t any note, just the same heart, written in the same glitter pen. You dismissed it as a weird coincidence and moved on to working on your designs.

Without you knowing, this also happened to be the first time Lucifer would be faced with a very interesting note. As he was getting ready to leave the police station, he noticed a piece of yellow paper, stuck to his windshield

“Back off of Y/N. Consider this your first and last warning” no signature. Anyone in Lucifer’s place would have lost their shit, but he paid it no mind. He was the devil after all! If anyone wants to take his precious Y/N away from him, well, they can try. It would make things all the more fun. He folded the paper and stuffed it in his pocket before heading home.

The couple shared Y/N’s chocolates that night, talking about who this person might be. Lucifer wasn’t as amused as he had been the night before, if anything he was rather concerned but he didn’t want to say anything about the note to Y/N, because she would freak out. 

Nothing really happened for the next week. Anonymous gifts stopped showing up at Y/N’s office, Lucifer didn’t get any more notes and things were falling back in their place, until the day right after Y/N’s latest photoshoot went public and viral. It was all to promote her upcoming clothing line. As soon as she walked into the office the next day, she spotted a red, velvet box, the size of a notebook, in the middle of her desk. On top of it, a note written in the same glittery pink as the other gifts

“Congratulations on your new line. Those photos are gorgeous - J.P. <3”

Inside the box was a gorgeous diamond necklace, looking like it was worth millions. If you hadn’t been concerned about the sudden apparition of all these gifts so far, you sure were now. You immediately called your husband to tell him about the mysterious jewelry, but he didn’t pick up. Unbeknown to you, he was busy ranting to detective Decker.

“I mean, not to be dramatic, detective, but the situation does feel like it’s spiralling out of control. Death threats, sure, those come every other weekend, kind of like fanmail, y’know? But actual gun shots fired at my head, well, that’s where I draw the line.” he ended with a giggle. Lucifer was leaning on Decker’s desk as she was examining the bullet casings Lucifer had brought her from his apparent ‘attempted assasination’

“Where did this happen again?” she said, not taking her eyes off of her work

“Right by that coffee shop ms. Lopez always talks about. I may have lost a bet to her the other day and have to get her coffee for the rest of the week, so I was just exiting the shop when a masked man in a dark blue BMW zoomed by, pointing his gun at me and shooting blindly. I mean, that is the most basic attemp at murder I have ever witnessed. At least make it interesting!”

“Lucifer, if someone is out for your life, it’s serious business”

“Why would it be? It’s not like I can actually die, detective! Plus, it’s probably not that deep anyways. Just, dear old dad coming after me again for no particular reason. Very characteristic of him.”

“ You’re getting ahead of yourself. Whoever sent this wants you and Y/N apart, why would your dad want that?”

“Because he’s a prick who disagrees with everything and anything that makes me happy?” Lucifer concludes with an innocent smile “And, of course, Y/N being moral, our marriage goes against the heavenly rules of the almighty, so he’s trying to break us apart, but worry not detective! Me and Y/N are stronger and more in love than ever. My father will simply have to accept that. Nothing will break us apart” he said, puffing his chest out with confidence

“That’s good to hear Lucifer, but I still think we should stay open to different possibilities”

“Oh, come on detective, that would be a waste of our time. I know my father better than anyone, believe me when I tell you this is his hand and no one else's. Case closed! Now, let’s move to the next one! Chop chop detective, murders won’t solve themselves!” Lucifer said, marching out of the precinct. Chloe rolled her eyes at her partner, before hiding the bullets and the note in her desk and going after him.

Although it didn’t bother you, you couldn’t help but notice how much more touchy Lucifer had been with you, ever since the necklace incident. He needed to touch you at all times: when you were out for coffee, at lunch, at the station, in your office, in Lux. His hand was always either around your waist or tangled in yours. You felt sort of bad, thinking he must be a little insecure with this secret admirer being after you at all times, but you wanted him to know that you loved him more than anything and that no matter what, you would never leave him for a faceless man, no matter how many pearls and chocolates he bribes you with. And so, you decided to play along with him, giving him as much attention as you could. Your visits at the station almost doubled, you always cleared your schedule to make time for him and even decided to start work later in  the day than usual, so you could spend more time with him in the morning. 

One afternoon, as you were enjoying your time with Decker and Lucifer during their lunch time, one of the notes from your secret admirer slipped out of your pocket. You didn’t realise it until Chloe picked it up

“Oh, I was going to throw that out”

“Where’s this from?” she asked, studying the note

“Just one of this week's gifts” you confessed awkwardly. Without a second thought, the detective reached for her drawer, pulling out another note from inside and inspecting them side by side. Eventually, she placed them both in front of Lucifer

“Notice something interesting about the writing?”

“They are remarkably similar…”

“More like identical”

“What is that?” you asked, looking at the unknown note. Your heart sank as you read it

“I’ll explain everything at home dear, I swear” Lucifer said

“You’ve received death threats because of me?”

“I’ll tell you everything at home, I promise”

“You have initials…” Decker noticed

“Yeah, ever since my photoshoot, they’re present on every package”

“What floor is your office on again?”

“5th, why?”

“How can someone enter your office every morning without anyone, not even your secretary noticing, and exit just as mysteriously?” “Unless he found a different way in” Lucifer replied

“My window” you realise “You can step out directly onto the emergency staircase from there”

“He knew when to sneak in without being seen, so he must have known your schedule like the back of his hand. Who could know?”

“The only people who know it are my secretary and Lucifer”

“A stalker?” your husband suggested

“Maybe” Decker turned quickly to her computer “I’m going to check any business owners around that neighbourhood who could have had a close shot of when you enter and exit your studio, see if any initially match the ones on the notes. We’ll go from there” 

You thanked Chloe for the help and went home with Lucifer, who spent the entire car ride explaining the note to you and the events of the previous days. You were angry at him for keeping all of it away from you, but ultimately happy that he was safe. You spent the night drinking wine and rewatching all of your comfort movies, to calm your nerves.

You decided to try working from home for the next couple of days, too scared by the idea of a stranger following your every move. It was a challenging process but Lucifer did his best in helping you get accustomed to this new routine. His homemade meals could not compare to anything you would eat while in a meeting with your business associates. Plus, the company was much more delightful.

Chloe texted you, almost a week later, to come down to the station as quickly as possible. They had found the guy. You hopped into your car and when you finally arrived, Lucifer was waiting for you outside

“They found him?” 

“Yes dear, they did”

“How?”

“Well, as it turns out he lived in the apartment building next door. His living room window had a great view of everything happening in your office. We’ve found a week’s worth of gifts he was planning to deliver. It’s him for sure” 

“Thank you” you whispered before collapsing into Lucifer’s arms and hugging him tight

“It’s alright lovely. It’s over now. Let’s go see how the detective is handling it. I think they’re in the interrogation room now.”

From behind the glass, you watched the man that threatened your marriage and your husband's life, confess to everything. Admit to stalking you, in order to learn your schedule. Break into your office and open fire on Lucifer. More than enough to get him behind bars for a long time. Decker and Lucifer got up and were ready to leave, but your husband requested a couple of minutes alone with the man. The detective agreed, cautioning him to not do something stupid, before leaving them alone. Lucifer turned on his heels to face the man in handcuffs and you could instantly tell he was furious

“Truly an honorable try. Y/N is one of a kind, you were right about that, the only detail you missed is that, you see, she’s taken. By me” the mischievous smile on his face let you know that he was up to no good “Our bond is indestructible and it’s really laughable to think that you’ve risked so much to tear us apart when you didn’t stand a chance to begin with” Lucifer leaned over the table, now his back was facing you “Me and Y/N are, and forever will be, together. There is nothing you or anyone else can do to change that. She is mine and I am hers, now and for eternity” as his little speech came to an end, you noticed the man in handcuffs go pale with terror. He began shaking in his chair, screaming incoherently about the devil. Even tho you hadn’t see what your husband did, you could tell by the man’s reaction. You laughed to yourself, not even mad that Lucifer had used his devil face against this man. You would have done the same if you had the option.

[hxney-lemcn]

Is This Love? (Pt. 1) — Millard Nullings x fem! reader

Summery: Reader’s friends mistreats her.

tw: None

wc: 1.1k

Master List

I looked over to my friend Ashley. It was my 16th birthday today and it was a total bummer. My mom thought it would be rad if I had a party. What she didn't account was the fact that I only really have one. So it was mostly just family that I didn't care about.

"Yo, home skillet," I called out gaining her attention. "I wish we could bounce out of here."

"It's not that bad," She replied rolling her eyes. Her long auburn hair crimped to the max. Her green eyes held amusement and I could tell she was having some fun watching my family interact. "Plus you only get to turn 16 once."

With a slight pout I responded, "I mean yeah, but that can be said about any age you turn. Why is 16 so important?"

"Oh come on," She groaned at my pessimism. "Just think of the gifts you could get! Maybe you got a computer, how fly would that be!" The thought of getting one of the newest technologies would be hella rad, she was right about that. So I shifted my (e/c) eyes over to the table that currently held all of my presents. None seemed big enough for that and my slight shimmer of hope immediately vanished.

"No way Ash, just look at how small they all are," I said gesturing towards the pile.

"Whatever," With that said, the conversation was over. So I resided to just watching my little annoying rats of cousins argue over nonsense. I wish I could just go to my room, maybe watch Edward Scissorhands again. I let out a sigh as I stood up. I was just about to slip into the nothingness to get away from everyone before my mom stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked crossing her arms.

Not even bothering to lie I told her, "to my room, duh."

"Well it's time for you to open your presents," She said pushing me towards the living room. I sat on the ground as everyone took seats around me, they seemed more excited about this than me. One by one I opened all the gifts. The best one by far was from my rich uncle. He got me BMW M3, it looked hella nice. The worst gift I got was from my grandma who got me a calendar for this year. I don't really need a second calendar of 1994.

Ashley took a seat next to me and smirked, "Not too bad of a haul now is it?"

"No," I mumbled standing up trying to conceal my smile. My family left slowly leaving my mom, Ashley and I to be in the house. "Wanna watch a movie? My mom rented Jurassic Park."

"Definitely," She grinned at me exposing her white teeth. I grinned back and we entered my room. Band posters (mostly Nirvana) hung in my room along with full body mirror in the corner. She jumped onto my huge queen sized bed as I put the VHS tape into the player. I laid down next to her as we began talking again.

"I still can't believe Rich would flirt with Jessica Z," Ash told me with a huge frown.

"Kick him to the curb girl, he doesn't deserve you," I said with a glare. Who could hurt her like that? She was so kind and trusting, not to mention pretty.

Ash sighed like I was a child who would never understand, "You don't get it (n/n), he's the one! He just doesn't know what he's doing."

"Mhmm," I hummed showing her I was still unconvinced.

"Well when are you gonna get a boyfriend huh?" She asked raising an eyebrow. "Y'know I heard that Austin may have a major crush on you."

I felt my cheeks heat up a bit at the thought of someone liking me in that way yet shook the feeling away, "I want to take my time, I don't need a guy."

"C'mon, loosen up a bit," Ash whined clinging onto me. "You don't need to be looking for a soulmate right away, you can just date someone for fun."

"But Ash I want to make my decision carefully," I countered. "I don't want to be dating guys just willy nilly. Plus look at me! I'm not too sure how many guys would like me."

"As if!" She exclaimed loudly. "I'm surprised all the guys aren't bowing down to you!"

I rolled my eyes, "Plus I have standards too."

A smirk formed over her face, her eyes looking a bit too mischievous for my liking, "And what would those be?"

"I think pretty boys are cuter for one," I started. "I'm more for personality though. I would want a guy who is sweet but we could have playful banter. A perfect example of my dream man is Luke Skywalker."

She burst into laughter when the name Luke Skywalker fell from my lips. "You mean that guy from Star Wars?" Ash exclaimed still laughing. "You're a total dork!" I felt myself blushing once again, this time from embarrassment.

"O-oh come on," I slightly stuttered. "lots of people like Star Wars."

"Yeah, nerds!" She said still lightly giggling. "Maybe you are hopeless." That statement seemed slightly ironic to me since the first movie was called 'A New Hope'.

"Whatever," I mumbled crossing my arms.

"Don't worry (y/n)," Ash said placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure I can still find someone for you." I quickly looked at her in confusion.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked in confusion. "All the guys at school a bunch of scrubs."

"Not all of them," She spoke out in mystery. She better not do something I'll regret. "Now come one the movie is getting to the good part!"

I turned my attention back to the screen. Alan, Tim and Lex were all in the tree petting the Brontosaurus or whatever they're called. It was truly a magical scene. Yet I couldn't completely focus on the movie. The scenario of Ashley trying to get me with a guy was playing in my head...and let me tell you it never ended well. I kept fiddling with my hands as I could feel anxiety consume me. My hands started to feel chilly so I looked down only to see black. I could feel my fingers moving but there was nothing there. I started to freak out even more. Ashley looked at me with concern.

"(Y/n)?" She asked out somewhat cautiously. "What's wrong?" I looked down at my hands once more, her following my line of sight. Yet my hands were normal. What the hell happened? I could've sworn they were gone. Maybe I was just imagining it? Yeah that makes sense.

"(Y/n)!" Ash shouted taking me out of my stupor.

"O-Oh!" I responded. "N-nothing, I-uh. Yeah i-it's nothing."

She gave me a disbelieving look but nodded anyways. I let out a small sigh to try and calm myself down further. "Okay, just don't bug out on me again," She said somewhat softly.

"I'll try," I responded sounding more grounded than before.

Next Chapter

[stve-hairington-blog]

Reach 

Featuring:Steve Harrington x Plus Size Reader

warnings: mentions of past arguments.

Summary: After a rough break up there is only one person who can make you smile.

WC: 550

You were never a big fan of babysitting, but honestly who could blame you. If you weren’t desperate for money you wouldn’t be wasting your time watching kids who were probably old enough and didn’t need a babysitter. The clock read nine-thirty when you finally got the preteens into bed.

Walking out onto the porch you looked out at the night sky you leaned against the railing on the porch. Looking across the the lawn you saw a familiar BMW pull up. You watched as the kid next door got out of the car and turned back to talk to Steve Harrington who had drove him home.

The Henderson kid ran back inside the house but Steve didn’t leave. He got out of his car and leaned against the hood and gave you’re a smile.

“Hey Steve,” you waved at him.

“Hey (Y/N),” he waved back.

“Do you always hang out with kids?” You joked as you walked across the lawn towards his car. You had your arms wrapped around your round stomach. It was chilly out and your regretted not grabbing your jacket.

“Not always, but he doesn’t have any male figures in his life. He’s being raised by a single mother.”

Steve Harrington was good guy and you knew that. You just like to give him shit every now and then.

“Did you finally stop hooking up with that asshole Hargrove?”

You winced at his words as he brought up a sore subject for you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean that,” he walked around the car and walked towards you.

“We broke up last week,” you sighed thinking back to your scream match that you had shared with Billy at the local pool. You weren’t the biggest fan of all the women going there just to stare at him and ogle at tone shirtless body.

“That’s good thing right?” He ask stopping a foot away from you.

Your removed your arms from across your doughy stomach and shrugged your shoulders.

Steve had come to you two weeks ago telling you that he would help you leave Billy. At the time you were in denial, you thought whatever problems you were having could be worked out.

“I mean I don’t have to worry about him getting mad and yelling at me,” you sighed thinking back to all your screaming matches you would have.

“You know I’m gonna be here for you no matter what, right?” he asked.

Nodding you gave him a sad smile knowing that Steve would help you through anything.

“I know that Steve,” You sighed. “I should probably get inside. “The Sampson’s should probably be home soon.”

“Did you want a ride home when they get home?” He asked.

“I drove over so I should be fine.”

“Did you maybe want to get breakfast in the morning?” He asked.

Nodding your head you smiled, “that would be really great.”

“Okay cool, I would like to see more of you,” he smirked.

“I would like to see more of you too.”

His smile never left his face as he got in his car.

As you watched Steve drive away you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of having breakfast with him. The idea of another guy being in your life that wasn’t Billy was going to be good for you. Steve had always been protective of you, and you couldn’t lie you had always had a crush on him. You never thought that Steve Harrington saw you as more then a friend, but suddenly things seemed different between you.

AN: All you wonderful humans I’m tagging. This my side blog to @spidey-babe-parker  and all of you had asked to be tagged on my Steve Harrington forever taglist and this is where I’m going to be posting all my Steve one shots, drabbles, and maybe a few series down the line.

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Electric Invasion — Meet Some Of The Electric BMWs coming by 2025

When BMW first launched the i Division in 2014, hopes were high for the Bavarians. Funny commercials were putting the quirky BMW i3 in front of the mainstream and rave reviews about the BMW i8 were pouring in. However, the hype quickly fizzled, as cars like the Tesla Model S and Nissan Leaf rose to popularity. Soon thereafter, Tesla followed up with the Model X and now the Model 3, Chevy introduced the Bolt and Audi debuted the e-tron. While BMW still has the same i3 and i8, neither of which are very popular with the public and neither of which offer much over their competitors. In fact, the BMW i3, now with its largest battery to date, still doesn’t have as much range as the much cheaper Chevy Bolt.

For BMW to once again become a leader in electrification, it’s going to need new models. Many new models. In fact, the Bavarians are planning on launching twelve new completely electric vehicles by the time this new 3 Series runs its life cycle. By 2025, BMW plans on released twelve EVs, some entirely new cars, some updated versions of existing cars and some electrified versions of existing cars. Regardless of the type, there will be twelve purely electric BMWs in just over six years time, all part of BMW’s NUMBER ONE > NEXT strategy.

So let’s take a look at them.

BMW i3

Okay, let’s start with the i3. Despite being a bit long in the tooth now (isn’t it crazy how fast techy cars age?), the BMW i3 will stick around for 2021. We can expect maybe a battery upgrade or two, maybe some tech upgrades as well, but the i3 will still be here by the time 2021 rolls around. Will it still be competitive in the market? Hard to tell, as we don’t know exactly what BMW has in store for it and we don’t know exactly what the market will be like. It will still be here, though.

MINI Electric

This is one of the more exciting electric cars that we’ll be seeing from the BMW Group. With its small compact size, millennial fanbase and urban styling, the MINI Electric should be an absolute hit. Plus, if any brand on the market could benefit the most from electrification, it’s MINI. Imagine a tiny little MINI with a ton of instant electric torque? That could be a blast. We’ve already seen a concept of the MINI Electric and it looks a lot like a current MINI Cooper Hardtop 2 Door, just with some funky wheels and green accents.

BMW iX3

We already know quite a bit about the BMW iX3 and have already seen several spy photos of it, as well as a concept. In a nutshell, the BMW iX3 is going to be an electrified version of the current BMW X3, built on the same chassis. main differences will be that it will, obviously, be fully electric and only rear-wheel drive. It will also have a range of about 250 miles, give or take a couple, and will be capable of DC fast charging. The iX3 will likely debut in 2020, with it possibly being revealed late next year.

BMW i4

This is arguably the most exciting BMW EV on its way. The i4 will be a gran coupe of sorts, with four-door coupe-like styling. From what we’ve heard, the BMW i4 will get similar styling to the BMW i Vision Dynamics Concept. It’s also said to get two electric motors, one at each axle, although no horsepower or performance figures have been claimed. BMW did say that it could have upwards of 435 miles of range, which is really impressive. Don’t expect this until 2021 or later, though.

BMW iNEXT

You’ve probably seen the BMW iNEXT Concept already. It’s the odd looking all-electric crossover with fully autonomous capability and a rear bench seat that has some sort of touch panel built into it. It’s odd, it’s futuristic and it was almost universally panned by our readers for its styling and just overall existence. While we aren’t as down on it as many of you readers are, it’s still not a loved car. However, it will be an important one, as it will bring electrification and autonomy together for BMW and provide a huge glimpse into the future. The iNEXT is said to go into production in 2021.

BMW X1 plug-in hybrid

BMW iX1

This is the beginning of the cars we don’t know much about, as they’re too far off into the future. Some of the info is based on previous What we do know is that, after the debut of the iX3, BMW will begin working on a smaller electric crossover, dubbed the iX1. Though, don’t expect it to debut before 2025.

BMW 5 Series EV

In addition to the ‘i’ branded models, BMW could also be offering electrified versions of its usual nameplates. The BMW 5 Series is likely to get an electric model of its own with the next generation of 5er, after the current G30. Though, we currently have no information on what sort of electric powertrain it could have, if it will have a dual-motor all-wheel drive variant or what sort of battery/range it will have. We just know that BMW is thinking about using its fifth-generation architecture to make one, especially considering the success of the 530e plug-in hybrid.

BMW 7 Series EV

Much like the 5 Series EV, we don’t know much about the upcoming 7 Series EV. The only thing we know is that a pure BEV 7 Series will make sense and it’s likely on the planning board. It would also come with the next generation of 7 Series, like the 5er, so don’t expect a pure electric G11 7er. This future EV 7 Series will likely be made to take on the high-end luxury electric vehicles, like the Tesla Model S and whatever else might debut by 2025.

Rumored…For Now

BMW’s latest generation of scalable electric architecture is designed to accommodate all types of electric and hybrid vehicles, and will feature higher-density battery cells and scalable battery packages, with more configurations than before. There’s also the ability to easily change the electric motor or powertrain, depending on the vehicle. It gives BMW the flexibility to make electric or hybrid versions of virtually any car and do so efficiently and effectively.

So with that in mind, it’s natural to assume that the BMW Product Management bosses are looking across the entire lineup. There is still room to electrify more models, from the 6 Series GT to the 8 Series (even though BMW shut down the possibility of an 8 Series electric), and some X cars, so it will all come down to the business case and profit margins.

The MINI brand is also going through a restructuring process. The once hip brand needs to reinvent itself in order to survive in a world full of SUVs and trucks, so one way to attract new customers to the brand is to create a new class of compact, electric vehicles that are not only cool looking, but also emission-free and affordable.

EVs are best for urban city dwellers and so are MINIs. So why not combine the two ideas while also keeping MINI on the cutting edge. Plus, as previously mentioned, the MINI brand fits electrification perfectly, with that instant electric torque adding to its cars’ zippiness.

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[plus-size-reader]

Best Friend

Eric Matthews x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1441 words

Warnings: Lil angsty, Big friendzone vibes

Summary: Getting stood up on a date, and having to spend the night in with Eric instead.

Not over yet, folks. 

——————————————————————————————————

You had a date, and you were excited about it.

Anyone would have known that much just by how you were dancing around the apartment, doing your best to make sure you had everything you needed for a night on the town.

The entire thing took a few moments to get ready, but you started a few hours before the guy was even supposed to pick you up.

...And then you sat, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Not so much as a call came through to explain why he was running late or to tell you that he was never going to come in the first place. All you could do was wait, hoping that he had just gotten caught up.

It wasn’t until Eric came through the door of the apartment that you realized just how long it had been.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t you have a hot date?” he teased, a huge smile on his face until he realized just how wrong he had been.

You looked more dejected in this moment than you had in a really long time and as soon as Eric had closed the door, he was right by your side, desperate to figure out what was wrong.

“Are you okay? You’ve got a frowny face” he commented, gently placing both his fingers at the corners of your mouth, lifting them into a smile as casually as he could.

It was hilarious, at least, from where Eric was sitting. Maybe you would have laughed, but you weren’t really in the mood.

“I’ve been sitting here for three hours” you sighed, leaning dramatically against the back of the red couch, “I got all dressed up and he didn’t even call” you huffed.

You genuinely couldn’t believe it.

Why would he even ask you out if he wasn’t going to show up? It didn’t make any sense.

“You look nice, if that helps” he shrugged, sitting down beside you, the bags that filled his arms falling to the floor. You had no idea what he’d picked up on his way home, but it must not have been that important.

If it was ice cream, you knew for sure he would have stopped at the freezer before sitting down.

“Thanks” you hummed, doing your best to stop being so moopy, though it was pretty difficult given the current circumstances. It didn’t make any sense, but there wasn’t much you could do now.

You might as well have put on a pair of sweatpants, and a pair of fuzzy socks and called it a night.

However, now that Eric was home, that wasn’t really an option. When Rachel and Jack weren’t home, Eric needed someone to hang out with him and that just happened to be you.

“Don’t be sad. I brought pizza and rented the Parent Trap, we could just hang out here” he suggested, knowing for a fact that you were probably just going to go to bed.

That was no fun at all.

You nodded. If nothing else, Eric was a good time and was guaranteed to make you feel better. That was all you could hope for right now.

“But first, go get some PJ’s on. You look good, but not comfy” he prompted, earning a smile from you. Eric was so strange, but in the best way.

He always made you feel so much better, no matter what it was that you had going on.

“That’s a good idea. Can you unzip this stupid thing first?” you asked, turning your back to him to present that dress zipper you’d been fighting with since you put it on before heading to your room.

You knew that if you had to do it yourself, you would be fighting with it for even longer.

Once you were dressed like some kind of sleepover planet creature, you came back down the stairs to find Eric there, in the midst of popcorn and pizza.

It wasn’t what you’d planned for tonight, but it was much better than just going to bed early.

~

Most of the evening was quiet after that, with the exception of Eric cracking a cheesy joke or two during the funny parts and his loud chomping.

All things considered though, you didn’t let that kind of stuff bother you. Really, you were too preoccupied with your own thoughts to even take notice of it.

So preoccupied, in fact, that when the credits began to roll, it took you a moment to realize. It was only a second or so, but it was enough for Eric to catch on.

He had always been super perceptive like that.

Everyone liked to think that he was stupid, but in reality, Eric was one of the most emotionally intelligent people you’d ever met. In this regard, he was the worst person to be sitting next to.

“Are you okay? You still seem really down. Even after pizza” he commented, the last part seeming to really hit home the most. Pizza always made him feel better, but there was no denying it, you were still upset.

What he couldn’t figure out was why.

That was, of course, because Eric Matthews wasn’t you. He had never been turned down or stood up on a date, and he certainly had never had to wonder why someone wouldn't show up.

It just wasn’t part of his life.

Not like yours.

Every time someone asked you out for an evening on the town, you had to wonder what their intentions were? You had to think about if it was worth it? You had to worry if things like this would happen.

...And even with all that, you still got stood up.

It just didn’t seem fair.

“It’s okay Eric. I just can’t figure out why he wouldn't at least call” you sighed, a light shrug all you could muster up in an attempt to assure him that you were okay.

Like you said before though, Eric wasn’t going to just let that slide. When he thought something was wrong, something was wrong.

“I don’t know why he didn’t call, but I can tell you he’s an idiot” now it was Eric’s turn to shrug, though he was much more genuine in it.

He said that like it was no big deal, like it was just something that everyone knew but you didn’t see it that way. There was something in Eric’s words, something you hadn’t heard before.

You assumed it was pity.

You assumed that Eric knew what everyone else knew, that you were stupid for even thinking it could work out.

“Why? No one would want to go out with me. I was stupid to think that he did” this time there was no attempt to cover your upset, or the dejected tone of your voice.

Little did you know, the blonde at your side was alluding to an entirely different truth, one that he wasn’t even quite sure that he wanted to share yet.

Still, there seemed to be no better time.

“He’s an idiot because you’re beautiful and he couldn't have deserved you even if he did show up”

There was silence for a moment.

Eric was waiting to see how you would respond, assuming that your storming out was the inevitable conclusion. There was no way you could shrug that off or read it as him just trying to be nice.

This was much more than that.

“You think so?” you hummed after a moment or two more of silence. This was the most genuine and serious you and Eric had ever been together but it felt right.

It felt like it was always meant to happen this way.

“Yeah. If I had a date with you, I would never stand you up like that”  he decided, much more confidence in his tone now, even though he was still whispering.

There was no need for it. The two of you were alone in the apartment but it just seemed like too important a conversation to have out in the open.

This way, it was almost more private, like it was only the two of you in the world.

“You really mean that, don’t you?” you smiled, leaning into his side even more than you had been to just watch the movie, nuzzling your head into his chest.

It was perfect, everything Eric had been dreaming of since he’d met you in the first place but then, just when he thought he’d done it, you spoke again.

“You’re my best friend. Thank you for being you” you whispered.

You really didn’t get it.

He was in love with you.

[plus-size-reader]

Spin the Bottle

Shawn Hunter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1876 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Cory’s twin sister has a huge crush on Shawn, and gets suckered into admitting it at a party

Part 2

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You had never really been into parties as a general rule.

You didn’t like all the strangers and all the pressure to be something that you weren’t. It just wasn’t your scene, and frankly, it was never going to be. You and your brother had always been losers, outsiders to the popular crowd

...but you had been invited to this party by Shawn Hunter.

Which meant that you had to go.

Shawn had been your brother’s best friend since you were children, and that meant that he had been in your life for as long as you could remember.

Honestly, it had been so long that you could hardly even remember a time before him.

He was all you’d ever had that was even close to a friend outside of your brother, and it was only a matter of time before the feelings you had for Shawn morphed into something else.

It was a classic highschool trope, falling for your brother’s best friend but you just couldn’t help yourself. Shawn was calm, cool and collected all the time.

Anyone in their right mind would be completely head over heels for him, and by the time you were in high school, you had the biggest crush on him that you were sure anyone ever had.

Still, the worst part of the whole thing was that you had to keep it a secret.

If Cory ever found out, you would never hear the end of it. You knew that, and you were also one hundred percent sure that Shawn would never share your feelings.

You knew him too well to ever live under the illusion that he would.

Shawn had dated plenty of girls, different kinds of girls, from all walks of life but never anyone that looked like you. Every girl he’d ever been attracted to was a size two at the most and you just weren’t.

You never had been, and you doubted that you ever would be, so you made a point to keep your crush all hidden away.

It was your biggest secret, and you were absolutely positive that it would never see the light of day. It was just better for everyone that no one ever found out about it.

Or at least, they never should have.

You did as good a job at keeping it hidden as possible but still, the truth always found a way to come out into the open. It was bound to happen at some point.

...And apparently, that day was today.

You arrived at the party with both males, to find the room crowded, and full to the brim with people but you were only focused on a single corner of it, the corner you were in.

Everything else was far too overwhelming to pay attention to.

Really, you were just waiting for the entire thing to end so that you could go home but just when you thought the night was wrapping up, you were proven wrong again.

From where he was standing, in the middle of a huge crowd of people, Shawn had insisted on beginning a game of spin the bottle.

It was a terrible idea really.

You had never liked that game.

It felt like a stupid excuse to humiliate other people for no reason other than the fact that you could, fueled completely by peer pressure and a desire to fit in.

However, even knowing that, you chose to partake anyway. You couldn’t help yourself where Shawn was involved.

It was pathetic and you didn’t need anyone to tell you that to come to terms with it. You knew that it was ridiculous and you would never live it down if anyone found out.

You just didn’t care.

“Who wants to go first?” he called, looking between every single person who had sat down in the circle around him, doing their very best to avoid his focused gaze.

Even the most confident girls fiddled nervously with their fingers, doing anything they could to keep from looking him directly in the face.

That was just the effect Shawn seemed to have on everyone he was around and you were, in no way, immune to the feeling. You wanted to volunteer, of course, but knew better.

If Shawn focused his attention on you for more than a few moments at a time, there was no telling how you would react. With this many people around, everyone was bound to take notice.  

Still, after a few rounds, as the game continued, everyone grew more and more relaxed with one another, as did the bottle spinning.

Every part of this was nearly enough to give you a panic attack but when your turn finally did roll around, you tried to just keep your head down until it was over.

That came, of course, but not in the way you would have expected.

You reached out to grasp the bottle by the neck, giving it a hefty spin. You couldn’t even bother to look at it as it came to a stop, not willing to endure the embarrassment.

Frankly, you would have been more willing to crawl into a hole than to do this at all.

Though, just when you were sure it couldn’t have gotten worse, you looked up to find Shawn standing there, offering a hand to you. You took it, out of habit, but couldn’t really think past that.

The group of teens around you hooted and hollered as you stood from where you’d been sitting, trying to fade from this plain of existence.

This was fun for them.

Part of you wondered what he was thinking, wondered why he didn’t just refuse, moving on to the next player. It would have been easier than having to submit himself to any kind of ridicule.

Still, Shawn didn’t even seem to bat an eye at their teasing.

Not that you had much time to process that before you found yourself locked within the close confines of the hall closet, the muffled laughter still audible.

That part was added later in the game with some of the players suggesting it would be much more fun to morph the current game with seven minutes in heaven.

An even worse idea than before.

Though, even you had to admit that you were kind of glad for the privacy now. At least if Shawn was going to reject you completely, he wouldn’t do it in front of everyone you knew.

“You okay kid? I’m not gonna bite ya” Shawn teased, closing the door behind your two bodies, yanking the string to turn on the light slightly after.

You nearly retched at that terrible nickname.

It was the same thing he’d been calling you since elementary school, when it had been cute. Now that you were nearly adults, it almost felt like an insult.

You didn’t need any more reminders that Shawn didn’t see you as a dateable girl. You needed to just accept that, to him, you were never going to be more than his best friend’s sister.

“How long do you want to stand here before we can go back out?” you asked, not even operating under the illusion that he would actually want to do anything here with you.

As far as you knew, you were just going to stand here for a few minutes then you were going to go home as quickly as you could.

All you could hope for was the chance to dodge the comments on your way to the car. Those jerks were going to eat this whole thing up and you would likely never live it down.

Now, from where he was standing, Shawn was admittedly shocked.

That wasn’t the reaction he’d been hoping for.

“Geez, not even a little humor?” he teased, knitting his eyebrows together, though his lips tugged into a smile. This was just a big joke to him, or so it seemed.

You should have seen this coming.

“Did you set this up? Is this some kind of joke?” you asked, briefly considering that Shawn could have done this all for a laugh, though you didn’t think he would.

At this point, you couldn’t put that past anyone.

“Wow. What are you talking about?” he asked, all signs of that smile now gone. Up until now, he thought you were playing along with him but in that moment, that fell away.

You seemed really upset.

“What is going on? Did something happen?”

Those words came a moment later, when you didn’t answer his first question. You knew that he was worried about you, and that it was all coming from a good place but you were already too far gone to stop now.

You couldn’t just grin and bare your way out of this.

At this point, you had been doing that for too long.

“No Shawn, nothing happened and it’s never going to. I’m never going to be hot and athletic like Jennifer Bassett or exciting like Dana Pruitt” you sighed, burying your face in your hands as you spoke.

You were humiliating yourself, and it was all for nothing. Shawn didn’t even know what you were talking about.

“What? Why would you want to be?” he questioned, wracking his brain in a desperate attempt to figure out where you were going with this.

He hadn’t thought about either of them in quite some time but clearly, you hadn’t given yourself that same luxury. You had something going on, and he was going to figure it out.

No matter how long it took or how stupid he made himself look in the process.

“God! Because they’re perfect and that was why you liked them so much. I can’t be like that, and that’s why-” you scoffed, leaning down against the door until you came to rest on the floor, your words fading away the longer you went.

If you had let what you were about to say slip, nothing would ever be able to take it back.

...And Shawn seemed to realize that too.

“Why what?” he hummed, kneeling down beside you, his hand gingerly falling on your chin in a desperate attempt to get you to look at him.

You were doing that thing Cory always did, pretending like you could keep it all in though it was only a matter of minutes before you burst and told him the truth.

“Come on Kid, just tell me what’s going on. Please”

You wanted to smack that gentle, supportive man in his face for sitting there, acting like he actually cared about you but you couldn't.

You couldn’t, because he was really just gentle and supportive.

“Why you could never like me like that” you muttered, swallowing thickly as soon as those words left your lips. It was killing you, this whole thing, and you nearly cried at the thought of it.

...But you knew that would do no good.

You had made peace with the truth a long time ago, but something about tonight put a chip in that wall you’d built and it was just getting harder to cover it up.

Not that it would matter much after this.

Shawn would probably never speak to you again after this and you couldn’t blame him.

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Pity Party

Shawn Hunter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1392 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Another relationship goes south for Shawn, but maybe an old flame is the answer he didn't know he needed

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Shawn had been on seven dates in the last week, and every single time, something had gone wrong. Whether he had made a fool of himself, or said something stupid, he knew for a fact that he wouldn’t hear from any of those girls again. 

It was enough to drag any guy down but for Shawn, it was worse. 

He took every single rejection personally, as if it was a complete refusal of his personality, and it was driving him crazy. As a college guy, he should have had no problem getting girls…

He never had before. 

However, something had changed lately and he was way off his game. It was weird, and really, even Cory was starting to get worried. He hadn’t seen Shawn this tore up in a while. 

“I don’t know guys, it seems so easy for you...what is wrong with me?” he sighed, running his hands through his hair absentmindedly as he tried to think it through. 

It didn’t make any sense.  

Though, as usual, Cory was quick to recover the slack. “Just go out there and meet somebody new Shawny, like always” he suggested, not understanding the problem. 

Between the two of them, Shawn had always been more likely to come home with the number, or get lucky with the girls. It was just the way it was but not this time. 

Now, Shawn was over it entirely. 

Who needed love in the first place? He had gotten this far without it, and he could go even longer if he had to. “I don’t want to meet somebody new. I’d just screw that up too” he shrugged, giving up. 

It didn’t matter anymore. 

All Shawn really wanted was a love like they had, but maybe that wasn’t in the cards for him. 

“Guys, it’s me” 

That hit Cory, more than anything prior had. It didn’t make any sense that something so small could completely mess up his confidence. Not that that mattered right now. 

All Cory really knew in this moment was that his best friend needed help.He needed someone to get him out of this funk. 

...And Cory knew who just to call, even if it might not have been the best idea. 

~

You hadn’t spoken to Shawn in a couple weeks at this point, when Cory called, which was the longest streak you’d ever gotten as far as he was concerned. 

Though, that didn’t stop you from listening when Cory told you how concerned he was for his best friends’ mental state and social standing. 

Even if things had gone south with Shawn, you still cared about him and if Cory thought that seeing you would do him some good, you weren’t going to argue with that. 

Instead, you hatched a plan to get him back on his feet. 

Cory and Topanga told you exactly where to be and what time, and you could take it from there. It was simple, and as far as you could tell, it was going to work.

There was nothing that a little bit of a pep talk and some bonding couldn’t heal up where Shawn was concerned. Or at least, you thought that was the case. 

However, when you saw him, you weren’t so sure that this would be enough. 

Never-the-less, you approached him with a smile on your face and plopped down on the community couch in the middle of their college lounge, not missing the shocked look on his face. 

Of all the things Shawn could have expected, this wasn’t one of them. 

“What are you doing here?” he wondered, keeping his tone as neutral as he could, though in this moment, he wanted nothing more than to just wrap you up in his arms and never let you go. 

He had missed you, even if he didn’t want to admit it. 

“I heard you haven’t had much luck with the ladies lately, Hunter?” you grinned, immediately tipping the male off to the reason you were here. Of course Cory had called you. 

When you two started dating, Cory developed this huge thing about wanting to be your friend, saying that he saw something in you that he never had with any of Shawn’s past girlfriends. 

At the time, Shawn thought that he was crazy, but it was serving him well now. 

“You heard?” he cringed, swallowing the urge to track down his best friend and skin him alive. Of all the things he could have done, why would he tell you that he was failing in the dating department? 

It was crazy. 

Though, before he could completely freak out, you smiled. “Don’t worry about it Shawny, it happens” you smiled, elbowing him casually in the ribs without hesitation. 

Of all things, you never thought you would be here right now, talking to the love of your life about dating other girls. However, that was just the way your story was written and you’d chosen not to question it. 

“We both know a pity party isn’t your style though, so what’s up?” you wondered, scooting closer to him on the couch so that your thigh bumped against his own. 

You didn’t care about anything else right now, you just wanted to figure this out for him. After all, this must have really been hurting him for Cory to be as worried as he was. 

...And that wasn’t okay. 

Shawn took a deep breath, glancing over at you with glazed eyes. You could see the cogs turning in his head, but you just smiled, waiting for him to let you in. 

Whatever it was, you knew that he would tell you eventually, you just had to give him time to make peace with that. 

“I keep messing everything up” he sighed, his words little more than a whisper as he let it out. You could hear the pain in his voice, and he really believed that. 

However, you didn’t waver from your place. You just listened to him, setting your hand down on his knee casually, giving it a squeeze to assure him that you were there. 

You would always care about him, and if anyone could help him through this, it was you. You both knew that, and so Shawn broke down and let it all out...just like you knew he would. 

“I messed it up with you, and now I’m gonna be alone forever” he groaned, slumping into your side with his head resting on your shoulder. 

Cory was right. 

In this moment, Shawn was worse off than he had been in a long time, but that didn’t matter to you. More than anything, it just proved to you that Cory did the right thing by calling you.

If anyone could handle this, it was you. 

“You will not, you drama queen” you assured, your voice soft and calming even as you teased him, slowly running your hands through his hair as you spoke. 

It didn’t matter to you that everything had fallen apart between the two of you, or the fights you had gotten into before this moment. All you cared about right now was Shawn, and that wasn’t going to change. 

“How do you know that?” he asked, leaning back to meet your eyes, with curiosity and pain both shining in those deep pools. 

For as long as you had known him, you had never gotten tired of looking into his eyes, but right now, you just wanted to look away-at least until the pain there was gone. 

Again, you smiled. 

“I know because you didn’t mess anything up with me Hunter, I’m right here” you reminded, shrugging at the meaning of it all, trying to keep from getting emotional over it. 

You had clearly missed each other more than you thought you did, but there was no going back now. “I’m not going anywhere” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as you held him close, knowing that was what he needed. 

You could figure out what was going on between the two of you later, but right now, you just needed to hold him until he was better. That was what you’d come for, and that was what you’d done as long as he needed you. 

That was what you’d agreed to when you decided to care about him. 

...And there was no going back now. 

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Looking in a Tiny Mirror

Shawn Hunter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1566 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Shawn had a baby with his high school sweetheart but didn’t know about it. Years later, he meets her and is shocked at how alike they are. 

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Shawn had gotten out of Philadelphia as quickly as he could. He was in search of something, he always had been but what he didn't think about at the time was what he was losing by leaving.

He hadn't thought about the future you two could have had together or the way that you looked at him. All he thought about in the weeks leading up to his flight was all the places he was now free to go.

That left you, without the man you loved, but you couldn't blame him for being that way. Shawn had always been stuck in a trailer park with family going in and out and nothing stable.

Of all the people in the world, you understood that, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Shawn had been your first love, and you would always have a place for him in your life, but he had to want to be there first.

The last thing you could ask Shawn to do was stay with you, especially for the sake of a mistake you made.

'The mistake' wasn't a real mistake, you understood that but there was no other way for you to look at it in your position.

You had just graduated from high school and now you were pregnant with a baby that your boyfriend didn't even know existed.

A baby...you weren't qualified to have a baby at your age, being the way you were. You and Shawn had always been the good time couple, that people came to when they just wanted to forget what real, boring life was like.

Those party people weren't the kind to become good parents. Your parents didn't treat you like they should and lord knows Shawn didn't know how parents should really be.

There was no way you could do this all by yourself, but you couldn't drag down Shawn and his future for that reason alone.

...So you went to the one place you knew you would always be welcome, Topanga and Corey's house.

A few knocks on their wooden door later, it was open and you were held in the tight, loving grasp of your best friend in the world.

Topanga didn't know what to do at first, so she just held you there for a few minutes. In that time, you completely came apart, you were terrified.

You couldn't handle all the things you were dealing with right now, and it was all just too much.

"I don't know what to do 'Panga, I can't have a baby...this kids gonna end up more screwed up than I ever was" you huffed, burying your head in the crook of her neck.

It had always been this way. Whenever you had even the smallest problem, you came running to Topanga to help you out. She was more calm and level headed than you'd ever been and you needed her.

Especially now.

~

That had been many years ago now, but that fear had never really left you. Instead, it shifted to irrational fear for your daughter’s life at all times.

In fact, become in mom had changed you in a lot of ways but you wouldn’t have changed a thing for the world. Emma was the center of your universe and there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for her.

So when she started asking questions about her daddy and why she didn’t have one like the rest of her friends at school, you knew that you had no other choice than to reach out to Shawn.

He deserved to know that she existed at the very least.

Whether or not he made a choice to be a part of her life was his business, but you were done hiding her from him. She wanted to meet him, and it wasn’t really your place to tell her she couldn’t.

So you called him.

Luckily though, after ringing a few times, the call went to voicemail so you could buy a little bit more time before actually having to confront your past.

“Hi Shawn, it’s Y/N. I have something I need to talk to you about. Could you meet me at Corey and Topangas? Let me know when you get this”

You hit send without thinking about it any more and went about your day. In truth, you weren’t sure if you should expect a reply or not and you weren’t too worried about it.

If he wanted to be a good dad, then he would. If not, than you could deal with that too.

Either way, you had the greatest little girl in the world and nothing was going to take away from that.

~

Shawn could hardly breath as he scaled the steps up to the Matthews apartment. It wasn’t the incline or the physical labor that was bothering him though, it was the weight of what he was walking into.

When he’d heard your message, he could hardly believe it. He hadn’t heard your name in years and never thought he would again, but your instructions were clear.

You had something that the two of you needed to discuss and if that was really what you wanted, then he was all for it.

When he made it to their door, he found it already open though no one was to be found in the living room. There was no one anywhere as far as he could tell, so he decided to call out, hoping that anyone was around.

“Y/N! Corey! Topanga?” he called, each of your names in turn just in case someone was out. He wanted you to know that he was there, but more than anything, he was just nervous about what you wanted to talk about.

It could be anything after all this time.

“I’m here Shawn” you called back, letting him know that you were, in fact, home. You had just been trying to prepare yourself to break the news that you weren’t sure you were ready to break.

There was no good way to do it. You couldn’t just come out and say ‘Hey Shawn, I had your baby in secret and now she’s eleven’

Yeah, that would go down real well.

“Y/N!?” he hummed, shocked at the sight of you. You were stunning and Shawn could hardly believe how much you’d grown up in the time since he’d last seen you.

You two had really turned into a couple of regular adults, something that would have shocked him when you were only children. No one, including you, had thought that you would ever make it to this point.

However, it was obvious to him that you were much more mature now than he was. You had grown up quickly and carried yourself differently than he’d ever seen from you before.

“Hi Shawn, I’m sorry for being so weird on the phone but this is the kind of news that you give in person” you informed, rolling nervously on your heels as you stood.

That, was what made him nervous.

That was your nervous tick, the kind of thing that you did when you were anxious and for some reason, he felt worse than he had in a long time waiting for you to tell him.

“What kind of news?” he asked, being quickly cut off by your little girl, her tiny feet padding on the hardwood.

As soon as his eyes fell on her, it was as if everything fell into place. It was like he’d been missing something all this time, and now that gap was full.

The small girl in front of him was his spitting image, and he wasn’t sure how to handle it. It didn’t need any explanation but still, you stood up, looking between the two of them. Looking at her little face was like looking in a tiny mirror, and it was unreal.

“This kind” you reasoned, trying to cut the awkward tension in the room, though it didn’t really work.

Telling Shawn that he had a daughter wasn’t the most casual thing to bring up but he seemed to be taking it well.

He didn’t seem angry at the very least, and that was your main concern.

If anything, he was shocked.

"We have a baby?" he asked, earning a nod from you. That was one way to put it...considering the fact that your little girl was nearly eleven years old.  However, to Shawn she was brand new so you let it slide.

It wasn't every day that you learned that you had a kid, so there was going to be a grace period before he was used to it.

"We do...And she's so much like her daddy" you hummed, hesitantly using the'D' word. You weren't sure how Shawn was going to react to being called that for the first time but as soon as it left your lips, his eyes lit up.

Never in his life did he think that he'd be able to call himself that but it would seem that now he was able to. He had a daughter, a human being that he helped bring into the world...

And that was something that he wouldn't trade for the world.

Now, he just had to figure out how to bond with his little mini-me. His own relationship with his father had been kind of rocky, so he was determined to do much better in that department.

In fact, Shawn was going to be the best father in the world if he could help it.

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Nostalgia

Shawn Hunter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1,472 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Shawn telling his best friend Corey that he wants to marry you, shocking the boy because Shawn has never wanted to settle down before.———————————————————————————————————

Shawn had never, in his life, wanted to settle down with another person. He was the life of the party guy, the guy who just went out with girls for the fun of it, and didn't think anything about it.

That reason alone was enough for Corey to be sure that he would never get married-but that was long before Shawn met you.

When you came into Shawn's life, you changed his whole perspective. Everything he did, he wanted to share with you, and every story he told had you as the tagline.

You had taken the playboy Shawn Hunter and turned him into a proper, doting boyfriend, it was a little hard for Corey to accept. It wasn't that he wasn't happy with you and Shawn being together or that he didn't like you because he did.

The only problem Corey had was that he didn't know if Shawn could do the whole fiance and marriage thing. After all, he never kept a steady relationship for more than a few weeks.

If he was honest with himself, Corey didn't want you two together if you were just going to hurt each other in the end. He cared about both of you two far too much to ever let it happen.

Unfortunately for Corey though, his best friend had a completely different plan in mind for what his future would look like.

Every time Shawn thought about what his future would be like, or what he would do after high school-he couldn't do it without you. In truth, Shawn didn't know what he would be like if it wasn't for you. You had changed his life in so many ways that without that influence, there would be nothing else other than that scared little boy from his past.

He didn't want to be that kid anymore, and the best way to avoid that would be to keep you with him as long as possible.

But before he could even think about asking you, Shawn needed to get the approval of his best friend.

It was very important to the two of you that all your friends gave you their blessings first. Topanga hadn't been a problem and in fact, she was ecstatic about what you two had in store.

But Corey wouldn't be that easy to convince.

The fact that Corey and Shawn had been friends all their lives, was going to make the whole thing very difficult.

~

He couldn't breathe. In fact, the longer Corey tried to process what Shawn had just told him, he feared that his heart would stop. He just couldn't believe that Shawn was standing in front of him, the same look in his eyes as the day of the cherry-bomb incident.

It was clear that Shawn was crazy but at the same time, he'd never looked so happy in his entire life.

"You're going to do what now?" Corey clarified, trying to keep his pulse steady as he asked. He just couldn't believe what he was hearing, it didn't make any sense at all.

This whole thing had just come out of nowhere and he wasn't prepared for it in the least.

Shawn smiled, grabbing his best friend's hand in his own, excited at the very idea of what he was actually trying to say. It was like his tongue couldn't actually form the words the more he tried to make it happen.

"I want to marry her" he repeated, his feet shuffling under him lightly as he tried to calm his nerves. He had worked so hard to build up the courage to tell Corey about all of this. His smile was just growing bigger and bigger the longer he stood.

While Corey was losing his mind watching the whole thing unfold. "You want to marry Y/N?" he asked, his jaw hanging slack as he tried to process what in the world was happening in your best friend's head.

How was he supposed to respond to that? Did he have the authority to tell Shawn that the two of you were too young to be married? He couldn't possibly do that-he had just married Topanga after all.

"I do, more than I've ever wanted anything in my life" the man allowed, taking a small velvet box from his pocket. It wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist to understand what that was and for the first time in his conversation-Corey didn't have a single thing to say.

It was clear that Shawn had put a lot of thought into this and it was what he wanted. Who was Corey to stand in the way of something like that?

The fear that he had for you and Shawn's well being wasn't the main concern and he hadn't seen that before. He'd been so caught up in what could go wrong, that he ignored what was going to be so good about it.

Shawn had never connected with another person like he did with you and that meant something to him. No matter how risky it may have been or how unsettled it may have made him, it was all worth it in the end if it made Shawn happy.

"I'm so happy for you man, really..do you know how it's gonna go down?" he asked, instantly making Shawn panic. In truth, he hadn't thought about it, all Shawn knew was that he wanted you to be his wife.

It hadn't occurred to him that there was actually a lot of planning involved, and even after that there was no guarantee that it would work out. You could always say no.  

The idea that after everything you'd been through, you could say no was nearly enough to make Shawn rethink it.

Nearly.

Deep down, Shawn knew without a shadow of a doubt that you were going to become his bride. The whole situation reminded Shawn of when you were all kids, playing on the playground.

You wanted so badly to play house and have a pretend wedding but when it came time for you to pick a husband, he'd said no.

Of course, that was before Shawn realized that girls didn't have cooties like he thought they did. Looking back, Shawn felt guilty because you'd been so upset for the rest of the day over something he did, when he easily could have fixed it for you.

-That was it-

In the moment, Shawn had found the perfect way to ask you to marry him. All he had to do was recreate that day on the playground and make it perfect.

The whole situation was going to be amazing, and you wouldn't suspect anything at all. It would be the biggest surprise of all time and now Shawn was even more excited.

When the day finally came for the big proposal, Shawn was vibrating with nerves. He'd asked you to meet him in the park because he had a surprise for Corey and Topanga that he needed help planning.

It wasn't a blatant lie but it wasn't like it wasn't the truth by any means either. So you, being the helpful friend that you were, had agreed to help without a single thought.

~

The park was pretty much empty when you arrived but with a little bit of searching, you found Shawn easily enough. You should have assumed something was up, because he was sitting on a slide, but even that didn't really phase you.

Shawn was a pretty strange boy after all.

"What's going on Shawny?" you hummed, your voice light and cheerful as you approached. "You looked so beautiful and unsuspecting , this whole thing was going to go just as planned.

"Nothing's going on babe, what makes you think that?" he asked, getting that signature guilty-Hunter look on his face. Still, you humored him. "Okay baby, then what is it?" you questioned, he hadn't given you any information before coming up here.

Instead of answering you, Shawn simply kept going, looking around where the two of you were. All of you had so many memories in this place and Shawn was about to add one more.

"Do you remember what happened the first time we were here?" he asked, reaching a hand out to you which you took slowly.

You had no idea why he was asking, but without a hesitation, you answered him. "Topanga and I decided to play house, right-" you paused, twirling on your heels to point at the plastic castle.

It was as if you were back there again, it was strange how nostalgia worked. "-There" you smiled, turning back, instantly losing your edge.

Shawn was behind you, his knee in the dirt. It didn't matter how much nerve you had before, it was gone now.

"I just felt like I missed my chance then...so will you marry me now?"  

[geminimoonbeamx]

Reality Bites: Dazed&Confused 6/6

A/N: Better late then never, right? 

Warnings: This is probably the most tame of my chapters. Hella emotional tho, Taking a peek into the teenage boy psyche always needs a disclaimer. 

Parings: Steve Harrington x Plus Sized Reader

Summary: Steve attempts, messily, at making things right. 

Chapter Six: There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

“I asked for chocolate sauce, dickwad!” 

The angry, red faced man is huffing, shoving the sundae across the register and into Steve’s face. It’s very much lacking fudge sauce. 

Fuck, not again. 

Before he can make even more of a mess- Robin intervenes. 

“We’re sorry about that sir, how about we get you a brand new one. On the house” 

The sandy haired girl shoots him a sharp look as she takes over for him, handling yet another unsatisfied customer. It seems like there was a never ending percussion of those lately, Steve couldn't even perform his duties. His minimum wage, minimum brain power duties. 

Heading to the backroom, he’ll get his head straight as he takes inventory. Take a breather, come back better, he recalls Coach's words. He wonders just how long he’s going to need to be benched for. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Robin enters stomping, the door slamming shut behind her “I cant run this shop all on my own, you know?” 

“I know!” Steve protests, holding up the clipboard. He is working, just…not well. He hasn't been sleeping very well, either. “I’m-I just? I know” 

Guilt is a heavy emotion, he remembers overhearing that sentiment from some quack shrink as he sat between his parents in her oversized office. His mother had swallowed hard and his father had wrung his hands and Steve? Steve couldn't have been older then ten, and yet he was the only one who absorbed any of it. Never forgot 

“So you fucked up” Robin starts bluntly, talking over his groans “With the cheerleader, right?” 

There’s no use lying to her “Yeah, pretty bad actually” 

“So fix it. You’re obviously all” she broadly gestures to him with her hand and a semi disgusted face as she takes over inventory  “Screwed up about it. Go full white knight on her. Isn't that what girls want? Jeeze Harrington, you’ve dated like half the girls in Hawkins- why do you suck so bad at this?” 

“Robin…I really messed up” 

That seems to catch her attention. She stops, mid air, re-shelving an industrial sized canister of butterscotch chips “Like, how bad?” 

“Pretty fucking bad” He admits, 

Steve’s hesitant to tell her because he knows, he knows how it sounds. Knows that what he did was beyond shitty and anyone who hears of it is going to think he's scum of the earth.. He musters the courage and tells her anyway, well most of it.

“You’re a real dick. Do you know how many known registered sex offenders there are in the state of Indiana alone?” 

He grimaces, because yeah-

 He thought about that, that and all the other things in those woods that could’ve killed you. Imagined you face down in a ditch. Running from creatures that shouldn't exist. That he reassured you didn't- 

-But only after he was already driving away. The anger and liquor as potent as it was toxic. It clouded any better judgement that he’d gained in the past few years.  He made it about halfway home before his BMW had screeched to a stop, tires half left hot on the asphalt in perfect black donuts.

By the time he got back to the quarry, you were already long gone. 

From the party. From his life. 

He’d only caught glimpses of you since. Flashes of swaying pony tails and tensed shoulders. You’d made it a point to stay as far away from him as possible, the entire mall frigid in your wake. 

“Have you tried talking to her?” Robin wonders. Trying to be helpful, in her own inexperienced way. 

“Hah. Have you?” Steve shakes his head, leaning against the cool tile of the wall “She’s not exactly the easiest person to talk to, On a regular day. So” 

“You sound like your scared of her” 

Steve totally is. “I’m not” 

“Then go apologize for being an absolute garbage can of a boyfriend. Bring Flowers and grovel. Alot. ” Robins big brown eyes roll into the back of her head “And seriously, Steve, if you don't start helping me out here, I’m going to HR” 

“Do we have one of those?” 

Robin goes out the same way she came in, the door slamming heavy, but not before giving him a look like she really considers him to be the stupidest person alive. 

Steve thinks, in that moment, that Robin might be his best friend. 

Doesn't he have a type. 

Two days later Steve musters the courage to talk to you. Finally. 

Gives himself an entire pep talk in his car while he’s parked outside of your house. His pep talks are famous, had taken the basketball team all the way to State. Baseball to nationals. You’re capable of what ever you set your mind to, he’d preach. You’re the only thing holding you back. 

Lets go kick some ass. Team. 

The sun is harsh and bright. Record highs as it inches closer to the 4th, the towns in a total buzz. Giddy and busy as they prepare for celebrations- that big festival the mayors throwing seemed to having everyone upon their ante. Go big or go home. 

“What like, with me?” you questioned him, the last time you’d laid together. In his bed, that Friday before the cursed night at lovers quarry. Your hair everywhere and naked from the waist up and propped against his favorite pillow. He’d happily sacrificed it for that view. 

The light from the movie plays tricks on your face as you paid more attention to it then you did him. Your eyelashes a mile long, fluttering as your eyes follow the fast moving animation. 

“Mhmm. Should be a good time”

“I guess?”

“I’m supposed to be driving the kids, since Dustin gets back that week-

You snort, judgmental and amused. Without even looking at him “So what? We’re co-babysitting? That sounds super fun” 

“It will be. We’ll watch the fireworks. I’ll buy you a corn dog-“

“Steve” you hiss as he slides an arm around your middle and tugs hard, bringing you in as close as possible. 

“-maybe finger you on the Ferris wheel” he whispers into your cheek, nosing at the side of your face “What’da say?”

“That you’re a total perv. There's gonna be nothing but families there” 

“Then you’ll have to wear that skirt- that jean one? With the flowers? No one will notice if I” 

He’d gotten a face full off pillow and a half huffed maybe. 

The carnival’s a pipe dream at this point and he knew it. 

Even getting you to talk to him was a long shot. Get this, Steve sucks at calculus and slinging ice cream- but women? He excelled at women. Ever since he could remember, they’d fawned over him. Cherub cheeks pinched and fluffy hair pat from an age young enough that it definitely gave him a complex. 

All it took was an apology, a half decent one. A cheap bouquet. A kiss-

That last part was not an option, he’d like to keep his teeth, thank you very much. 

The other two wouldn't do either, no. Not with you. With you there’s really only one thing that could remedy this whole clusterfuck of a situation. 

Armed with an arrangement that the florist deemed “she’d love” and a shake, Steve decides it’s time to tell you the truth. 

 Mreow

The huge cat knocks against his shins, screeching as he climbs the steps of the wrap around porch. Huh, at least someone still likes him. Steve tries to juggle the roses and running his hands through thick fur and almost eats concrete for his trouble Bowie’s uncaring of his plight, of course, and trots away tail swaying. 

What-

“Mother fucker!”

Oh, you seem like you're in a good mood. This is gonna go so well. 

He follows the litany of curses, around the side of your house. He’d never been back this way, actually if he really thought about it- he’d rarely seen your place in the sunlight. Picked you up for work once or twice and snuck out through the front door, but that was about it. The thought is equivalent to sucking on a fresh lemon. 

The side gate is tall and formidable. And unlocked. 

He doesn't know what he’d expected; but the sight that greets him surely wasn't it. You’re hunched over a huge rose bed- wielding a pair of garden shears. Going to town on the the bush, foliage flying in all directions. 

It's chaos, and it roots Steve still for a moment. He’s debating on whether this just showing up thing was a good idea. He could’ve called, really he probably should of- 

“Oh my god” 

You’d been too busy beheading the rose bush to notice him, but when you do your eyes go wide and you nearly fall over, before bolting up, fist tight around the extremely sharp shears. So sharp even, that the sunshine seems to gleam off of them. 

Huh. 

“Put the weapon down” Steve jokes, trying to make light. Maybe “slowly” 

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

And yeah, he deserves that. 

“I came to apolo-”

“Get out, Steve” 

That he had expected. 

“Wait, we really need to talk about this-” 

“No we really don’t” You protest. You’re gonna bolt, it’s like your go to. It’s part of the reason he wanted to do this here. At your home. Where could you run?

“Well I need to talk. And I need to tell you how sorry I am, and- I uh. I need to tell you about some other things, too. Some really important things.”

Your arms are crossed over your chest and you glare up at him. If you could set him on fire with your eyes, he’d be burnt to a crisp. But beneath that, subtle and barley hidden, he can see how uncomfortable you are. 

“Here, these are for you” He holds out his hand in offering. Peace. Parlay. He’ll take anything right now. “Pistash-ahoy. Your favorite, right?”

“You’re not gonna fucking go away, are you?” you groan, finally. After a long moment of glaring at the flowers. The shake. Steve, and his existence. 

“I will, if you want me to- after wetalk though. Just, hear me out. Cause I’ve been trying-“

“I just don't think we have anything to talk about. You made that crystal when you left me at the quarry” your voice shakes, just a fraction “ It’s not like we we’re dating or anything though. So it’s whatever” 

“It’s not whatever. You keep saying that, like you aren't always pissed at me

“You left me in the woods, anyone would be pissed about that? 

“I was a Jack ass back in the woods, really, and everything I said came out side ways but not all of it was bullshit-“

Your eyes are an intense squint.

“-leaving you. I shouldn’t have done that. I really- fuck okay. I wasn’t mad at you, not totally. I ran into Billy like two seconds before I found you and shit just got…out of hand”

Billy had been vicious, eyes dancing in the shadows of the bonfire. He’d slung an arm over Steve shoulder, pulled him tight. 

To passer bys it looked friendly. Maybe the feud was finally over, dust beneath the bleachers of Hawkins High

“You think breaking your nose was the worst I could do to you, Harrington?” He’d said it feather light, “What would your girlfriend do if she knew what you liked to do at night with little kids?”

“You’re batshit. I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Billy’s grin had been all too canine. 

“Yeah? You gonna play that hand? I don’t know what you're talking about” the sandy blond fake whined “See if that’ll work with anyone. Whatever you and Max we’re doing with the band of freaks, I’ve kept it to myself. Ya know, like a good older brother does. It would suck if someone started digging into why the Crawleys fields got set on fire- I still haven’t stopped picking husks outta my rims”

It’s a threat. Obvious and sharp and Steve knows it’s watery and weak. Hopper would squash anything that leaned him or the kids over the line into the wrong side of the law, wouldn’t he? 

“Fuck off, Billy. You don’t have crap and you know it” 

“You know what I do have? Nothing to lose. You on the other hand…you’ve got a lot going for you here in this hell hole, huh? I’d hate to fuck it up, really” Billy’s grip goes choking tight, just for a moment his voice even and lower than he’s ever heard. And then Steve’s released, head spinning and Billy’s put distance between them. Like it never happened.  

“Keep your bitch on a leash. Oh and Steve- you’ll have to come practice at the Rec. You learn to plant those feet yet?” With a tip of a red solo cup, Billy’s disappeared back into the crowd. 

“So what you lost a dick measuring contest to scumbag Billy so you took it out on me? Fuck you”

No.

No?

Yes.

“I should’ve never left you there, and I won’t do anything like that. Ever again. I tried to come back- I wasn’t thinking about how dangerous those woods are” 

You shake your head, the woods are fine. It was whatever,

“No they are. I shouldn’t have lied to you. There’s also of…stuff-“ a decades worth of history “between us, that we need to square. I know. But I don’t think we can do that if I’m not honest with you” 

“Lied to me about what?”

“I’m going to start this off by saying that I could go to jail for telling you this. Bonafied federal prison. I signed NDA’s. Like. A lot of them”

Steve sighs, goes and places the shake and the bouquet on a random porch step. He needs to wring his hands, flex his fingers.

“What the fuck, Steve?”

“A couple years ago, when Will Byers went missing? He didn’t just get lost in the woods”

Your face is screwed up, brows knitted. Nose scrunched. 

“He went somewhere else. Here but not here, some kind of flip side alternate dimension. Hawkins Lab fucked with some major shit they shouldn’t have and opened a portal, I mean, there’s a buncha’ science-y stuff that happened too, obviously.”

“You’re lying. You’re fucking with me-“

“No-“

“Yes, you are!”

“I’m really not. I’m finally telling you the truth. Like I should’ve that night in the car.

Because you’re not going crazy Y/n and neither is Bean.

Will got lost inside, bot other things…creatures, they got let out. Lots of them. And we thought when Eleven, this uh little mutant girl that Dustin calls an X-man, Mike Wheeler's girlfriend actually-“

He cuts himself off because he’s worried you’re gonna faint.

Genuinely.

You’ve gone pale and are staring at him horror struck in a way that he’s never seen in real life. Reminiscent of black and white horror films that played on static ridden channels. 

Pretty girls as they hid from the slasher.

Mina Harker before Dracula sinks his teeth. 

“Y/n? I’m sorry, I just. I had to tell you. I should’ve- before”

“Did it kill Barb? The…thing?”

Barb Hollands funeral was on a sunny day, nearly a year after she’d gone missing. Her parents cried, Jonathan and Nancy stood intertwined and Steve? Steve hadn’t swam in his pool since.

Guilt is a heavy emotion.

He nods. 

You might cry, you should. Instead, you’re barley even breathing. 

“I won’t let anything happen to you. It’s going to be okay, okay?” He rambles, heavily. You’re okay. He’s okay, everyone’s alive and it’s going to stay that way. He can tell Hopper? He’ll do anything. As long as you just stop looking at him like that. 

“Babe-“ he reaches out

“Don’t” you hiss, “don’t touch me. You need to leave” 

“Come on-“

“I’m serious, Steve! Get the fuck out-“ you shove at his chest hard. 

Plant your feet Harrington. 

“Go! I don’t want- any of- this isn’t real” you keep shoving. Eyes finally welling. Hysteria bubbling “this isn’t real. You fucking promised”

You collapse on the wide steps of the back porch, sending the shake sideways, sticky and melted and pooling pistachio green beside you. Almost on you. Not that you care, head in your hands he doesn’t even know if you notice.

Steve had a panic attack, once. 

Eighth grade. 

His parents, both of them, had made a beyond rare appearance at a baseball game. He’d fucked it up, butter fingers and nerves and had hid in the locker room. Inconsolable and terrified, much as you are now. 

No one had been there for him. No one had held him together while he took two steps outside of his body. Scared shitless of what that third would do. 

Steve sits on the ground beside you. 

He won’t leave. He’s stuck, shackled. Settled. 

Planted.

I cant believe were done. I’ll miss this story, miss Steve and Billy and the world of Hawkins. But I’ll miss Jelly Bean and Princess Peach the most. @allaboardthereadingrailroad​, thank you for creating this with me. On to the next venture!