#bmw imagines | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bartxnhood · 1 year

Text

love you need | s.h

shawn hunter x fem!reader

summary: you notice shawn distancing himself from you and the group until one night she shows up at your door hoping to talk it out.

warnings: angst! both shawn and reader have some self doubt.

a/n: this is my first time writing for shawn, and tbh it’s been a hot minute since i’ve rewatched bmw so😭 but i really miss shawn and i relate to his character sm. so i might start writing for him now, this is just to test the waters. enjoy !

requests open

not proofread

✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵

you stand at your locker rummaging through your books searching for your history book. “hey!” topanga hollers, followed by cory. you push you locker door inwards revealing the couple. “have you seen shawn?” cory questions, you simply shake your head and close your locker. “no, why?” you ask, leaning against the metal. “i haven’t heard from him over the weekend. totally unusual, normally i csnt get rid of him” cory answers, your eyebrows raised. now that you think of it, he hasn’t called or stopped by to see you either.

shawn was the type of boyfriend to check in occasionally, even out of school. he’d often surprise you with small gifts just to lighten things up if you were having a bad day. so this was out of character for him, if he was sick or something came up he’d always tell you or cory. something wasn’t right.

“wel..” you trailed off, furrowing your brows. “we can call if he doesn’t show. surely he wouldn’t not show up and not have a reason or tell us” the other two agrees and decided to let it go for the rest of the day.

but a day turned into two, and next thing you knew he never showed that whole week. you tried desperately to call but each time it went to voicemail. you felt frustrated, why did he disappear all of a sudden? why didn’t he tell anybody? you were high strung for the remainder of that week. snapping at people when you didn’t mean to but, nothing was as important as shawn was to you.

“did i do something to upset him?” you’re laying on topangas bed. she invited you over to work on a project, but after you stayed for dinner. “what if he doesn’t want to be with me anymore? what if he found someone else.” your mind is racing, why else would shawn not come to school or return your calls?

you hear topanga sigh, and came to your aide. “y/n, look at me” you sit-up, looking at her. she puts her hands on your shoulder, “he loves you, y/n. i’m sure he has a reason for why he’s been gone.” you groan, she was probably right but it didn’t your heart from aching. “now, cmon. let’s go eat dinner, okay? get your mind off things.”

it wasn’t unusual for you to be home alone as your parents were typically on work trips. you had your own little routine after school. you’d come home, make a snack, do some homework, maybe read for a couple hours, shower, then go to bed. but today was different, after doing your homework you were pretty exhausted so you had just planned on laying down. thank god you we’re graduating in a few months, the work was beginning to run you down mentally.

it seemed no matter how hard yo supplied yourself, you always came in last. you were barely making the grades to pass your classes, but you were trying so hard.

as you were entering the bathroom, ready to brush your teeth and wash your face you heard banging at your door. of course, you didn’t want to answer because who would be banging on your door at this hour? but, something told you to answer it. you cursed at yourself mentally, you were too nice for your own good and your kindness would be your demise. but when you opened the door you didn’t expect to see him. “shawn?”

“i’m sorry for coming here so late but i just didn’t know where else to go.” shawn states as he runs his hand through his hair. your heart broke just looking at him. it looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes were so dark, he looked beyond exhausted. “shawn, you don’t have to apologize. you know you’ll always have a place here.”

shawn took a seat at the edge of your bed he feels like his heart has been ripped out, all he wants to do is sleep and probably never wake up again. “i just” he rubs his eyes. “i got left alone again, dad went out. i just i didn’t have the guts to face you.” he feels so little, sitting in front of you like this on the verge of tears. “oh, shawn..” you cup his face making him look at you. “it’s okay, you know i’ll always be here. no judgement, shawn. it’s just you and me” you offer a smile.

you see the tears swell in his eyes. shawn wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your stomach. “i’m sorry” he says just above a whisper. “shawn, you didn't do anything wrong. there's nothing to apologize for." you feel him shake his head against your, “no, y/n. i’m sorry i’m not good enough for you.” tears begin to fall from his eyes and he hold on to you as if you were about to be ripped away from him.

“i live in a trailer park, i have nothing to offer you, you could do some much better than me..i don’t deserve you, y/n. you need someone who can provide and give you what you need..i don’t know if i can be that person for you, y/n” you can feel his tears staining your shirt. you remove his arms from your waist as you fall to your knees so you could be eye level with him. “shawn. listen to me” you wipe away his tears, smiling sadly. “you are good enough for me. in fact, i often think you’re too good for me because sometimes i think you could find someone better than me.” now you begin to tear up, confessing all of your bottled emotions.

“shawn, i have felt this toward someone as much as i have you. you’ve saved me so many times and you probably don’t even know it. i promise, you are good enough. you’ll always be good enough,okay? i’ll always be here for you, just let me be the love you need.” tears begin to fall from your eyes, so now the both of you are a crying mess.

“don’t cry, i hate seeing your cry” shawn hums, he wipes away your tears and rests his hand on your cheek. you nod, “i know..” sniffling.

there’s a moment of silence between you two, a comfortable silence. shawn is staring at you. admiring you, puffy eyes and all. he realizes how in love he is, that no matter what life throws at him that he will always have you. shawn softly rubs the pad of his thumb over your check.

“i love you.”

you blink, a few seconds of silence fills the room. he hadn’t said that to you yet, in your years of dating he hadn’t said he loved you, once. shawn was too afraid to love anybody. afraid that he’d ruin the person he wants to love. shawn was like that most of his life, until you changed his mind.

“what?” you feel all the air leave your lungs, your emotions were all over the place now. from crying to now feeling this warmth in your chest as you heard him say the words you had been waiting so long to hear. “say it again”

“i love you, y/n.”

instinctively you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug. “i’ve been waiting to hear that for so long” you sniffle. shawn rubs you back, you feel him nod. “i know, i should’ve said it a long time ago.”

hours later, after the both of you had spilled your hearts to each other, you offered him dinner but he denied claiming he just wanted to lie down.

you rested comfortably on his chest, he drew circles on your spine. both of you enjoying the silent. “i want to spend the rest of my life with you.” you say. shawn is taken aback, looking down at you. “what?” you look up, smiling softly. “i know we’re still young, but there’s no one else in my life i’d want besides you. i want to be with you forever.” you see him smile, and he tightens his grip around you.

“i like the sound of that…y/n hunter…that has a nice ring to it”

#shawn hunter #shawn hunter x reader #bmw imagines #boy meets world fanfic #shawn hunter fanfic #shawn hunter imagine #shawn hunter x you #shawn hunter x y/n #bmw x reader #boy meets world fanfiction

445 notes · View notes

2btheanswertothequestion · 1 year

Text

(part 3 of November Paramedic; part 2 is here.)

When Gareth mentioned a plan to locate Eddie’s paramedic in shining armor, Eddie assumed it'd be him getting into various accidents all over Indianapolis. It's something the little shit would've found funny, okay! But, Gareth's plan is much less hazardous and slightly more logical: lurk around the university until they spot him. Like a pair of drug dealers trying to tempt the goody-two-shoes protagonist into addiction and sin on an 80s Saturday morning cartoon.

It's not the simplest task since they don't know when Steve might be there. Also, other responsibilities mean they can only spare so many hours loitering. So, thirteen days post-hatching plan and nineteen days post-meeting Steve (not that Eddie's been counting or anything), with nothing to show for their ethically questionable behavior, Eddie is ready to give up. Especially since both of them have a rare simultaneous day off. Usually, those are spent jamming, smoking, playing D&D… literally anything other than this.

"This is fucking stupid," he says, cigarette clenched between his teeth. "We're not gonna run into him."

"Sure we are," Gareth says. He drops his butt among the dozens they've chain-smoked and lights another without meeting Eddie's gaze. "We're getting closer. I can feel it."

"The only thing you're feeling is delusional. It's time to give up."

"Eddie, c'mon-"

"Nope." One last drag and Eddie stomps out his cig. "Fuck this; I'm out."

He stalks toward his van at the far end of the parking lot. Gareth curses before running after him.

"Dude!" he exclaims, jogging to keep up with Eddie's longer strides. "You can't just give up! What about what you said-"

"I was being stupid. What was I even imagining? We orchestrate another meeting and, what, I use my freakish wiles and seduce him? And then we'll live happily ever after…" Eddie shakes his head. "It doesn't work like that. He'd probably turn out to be a douche anyhow."

"No, listen!" Gareth seizes Eddie's arm and yanks him to a stop in the middle of the lot. "You always do this. Self-sabotage and cut things short, even when there's potential."

Eddie scoffs. "You know what else always happens? I end up liking them more than they like me. It's not fun."

"You don't know it'll be like that this time. You have to try."

"No."

Eddie takes a step back. He's done; he's out. Gareth reaches for his wrist to pull him back in. He jerks away, almost losing his footing and stumbling into the burgundy car behind him. Gareth's arms shoot out to help, but Eddie steadies himself before crashing. For a second, silence reigns as they assure everyone's on solid ground. Then Eddie opens his mouth to once and for all-

"Eddie? Gareth?"

Their heads snap to the side, eyes landing on… Max? Looking unusually dressy in high-waisted shorts and a fitted top under an oversized jacket, and her hair in a high ponytail. She's got her skateboard under her arm, a messenger bag with a textbook sticking out, and a confused furrow between her eyebrows.

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

Fuck. They can't tell her the truth – she'll never let him live it down. Fortunately, Gareth realizes this too, because he says:

"Uh, I go to school here? What are you doing here? The math building is way over there."

She rolls her eyes and leans on the burgundy car. It's a shiny BMW M5 – the limited anniversary edition. Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie almost dented that thing! It's worth more than his life. And Max is slouching against it like it's nothing. He could warn her not to scratch it, but she's unlikely to care; she's always been metal that way.

"Waiting for my friends," she says. "We have dinner on Tuesdays."

Eddie's ears ignite. Dinner? With friends? While wearing what's basically a date outfit?

"Ooohhh…" he says, sharing a grin with Gareth. "And do these friends include someone special?"

She shrugs, looking anywhere but at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"C'mon, Red! You're killing me! I need to know if he's good enough for you."

His fingers hover over her ponytail, as if to tug at it. She slaps his hand away.

"You're annoying."

He laughs. This terrible day just became infinitely better. He won't rest until he gets what he wants – or until she punches him, which'll probably come first. He's about to tell her so when a voice calls her name. Both turn to look, and…

It's a boy Max's age. He's beaming and waving, quickening his steps toward her. She smiles too, almost shyly, as she waves back. It's the perfect opportunity for teasing, if Eddie's day hadn't just become infinitely better.

His tongue is heavy, his skin is itching, his heart is bruising his ribs from the inside. Sweat is gathering in his pits and it's getting a little hard to breathe. Because walking half a pace behind the boy, carrying a huge duffel with such ease it might actually be stuffed with feathers, is… is…

"Yesssss!" Gareth hisses next to him. He may also be fist-pumping. Eddie isn't looking.

"Hey!" The boy stops in front of Max. "Sorry, practice ran late."

"It's okay," she says, cooler than ice, though her eyes are glittering. "I just got here."

She says something else, or maybe the boy does? It's all background noise, because Steve has caught up. Steve, in jeans and a polo that must've been tailored to his exact measurements because oooooooooohhhh boy. Steve, unshouldering the bag, muscles shifting and straining under his shirt with the movement. Steve, smiling, his golden eyes flying over Eddie.

"Hey! Eddie and Gareth, right?"

Eddie draws a sharp breath. He remembers!

"Y-Yeah!" he squeaks, hands fluttering to either wave or shake hands, ultimately doing neither. "Hi! You're here!"

"I am," Steve says, casual, as if inane conversations with former patients happen on the regular.

(It better not – Eddie doesn't do well in competitive settings.)

Max, keen eyes darting between them, asks, "You know each other?"

"Met at work," Steve says. "Or, I was working and he…"

"Ah." Max taps her temple. "That."

"How do you know them?" the boy asks her.

She points at Eddie. "Neighbor. And that's the guy who dumpster dives outside our apartment building."

Gareth flips her off. Eddie would laugh, but he's busy pretending he doesn't know what Steve looks like shirtless. It's hard (pun slowly growing more relevant) – his gaze keeps dropping to the polo's undone top button. Steve is just as gorgeous out of uniform, and now Eddie's thighs are tingling with want. He could stare at him forever…

Unfortunately, 'forever' is cut short by a woman arriving in a flurry. Wait, no. 'Flurry' implies some sort of graceful whimsy, while this person… she's a hurricane crashing into a house.

"Sorry I'm late! Nielsen wouldn't stop talking and got angry when people started leaving because it's an important lecture so this girl called him out for not keeping time because he goes on all these tangents and he said they're interesting tidbits and she said it's disrespecting our time and-" She pauses for breath. "You don't care, do you?"

Max, Steve, and the boy shake their heads.

"Right. Sorry." The woman turns to Eddie and Gareth. "Hi! I'm Robin. And you are?"

"My neighbor and his friend. Steve treated his concussion," Max rattles off, glaring at them. "You didn't answer my question: why are you here?"

Gareth frowns. "I told you," he says, pointing at the building. "School." He points at himself. "Student."

Max glares harder. "You don't have class on Tuesdays. And Eddie doesn't go here at all."

"I had stuff I needed to drop off."

"Is tagging along a crime? Jesus."

Max doesn't reply, though her glare remains.

Robin hums. "Okay, so this is super-enjoyable, I love just standing around, but I'm starving, so…" She looks at Steve, who nods.

"Yeah, we're going," he says, but neither moves. He glances at Eddie, which makes her glance at Eddie, and then they make a series of eyebrow-movements at each other, ending in a shared smile. Steve asks, "Have you guys eaten yet?"

Eddie shakes his head, pulse racing. Is this going where he thinks it is?

"D'you wanna come with? There's this diner we like…"

Holyshityesitis!

"Yeah!" Fuck, too eager. "I mean, uh, sure, sounds good."

"Cool." Grinning, Steve clicks a remote car key; the burgundy BMW beeps. What the fuck? How high is a paramedic's salary?! "Did you drive here?"

"I, uh…" Eddie falters. Shit, wasn't he supposed to? It's been three weeks and he feels fine – he thought he was in the green!

"Nope! I did!" Gareth says, 'proving' it by hauling his house keys from his pocket and jingling them.

Steve nods. "Should be safe for you to drive again, but the less strain you put on your brain, the better. Even a mild concussion isn't anything to sneeze at."

"Y-Yeah, I've been taking it easy. Basically done nothing. Until now."

Max snorts. Eddie is going to pour coffee through her mail slot.

They decide Eddie and Gareth will follow Steve's car to the diner, since Steve can't fit all of them (the real reason he asked if they drove here, duh). It's good because Eddie gets the chance to panic/gush/collect himself in the privacy of his van. It's bad because Gareth drives, lest their fib be revealed. Gareth spends the ten-minute journey gloating about driving Eddie's beloved girl, interspersed with 'I told you so!'s.

The diner is cozy, all wooden furniture and sepia photographs on the walls. A graying waitress who smells like tobacco directs them to a booth and takes their orders. An awkward silence then falls as they wait for someone to speak.

The boy clears his throat. "My name is Lucas, by the way. I don't think I said." After shaking his hand and introducing themselves, Lucas says to Eddie, "I think Max has mentioned you."

"Oh yeah? I've been dying for her to mention y- Ow!"

Eddie rubs where Max kicked his shin. Her glare is murderous. Lucas is blushing happily, though.

"So, what d'you guys do?" Robin asks.

Right. Time to small-talk like adults. Eddie gets his job as a mechanic out of the way, then gives the word to Gareth, who tells them he's a creative writing major. Robin turns out to be getting a masters in linguistics and Lucas studies biology.

"I don't actually know what I want to do, but biology feels broad enough to give me options, y'know? I can go to med school, or forensics, or, I don't know, paleontology?" he says. Max glows brighter with every word that comes out of his mouth. Cute.

This then segues into talking about their friends, who by the sound of it lead incredibly interesting lives.

"Dustin's at MIT, Mike's at Oxford, Will's in San Francisco…" Lucas says, counting on his fingers.

Max interjects, "El's in Africa building houses and teaching kids English."

"Erica is still at home, finishing high school and drowning in early acceptance letters to, like, every Ivy League there is," Steve says with a look of pure pride.

"Nancy and Jonathan – they're our age – are chasing scoops in Afghanistan… " Robin says.

"... and Argyle is also in California," Lucas finishes.

Eddie whistles. "And here we are, still in Indianapolis."

"Dude, I'm surprised I got this far," Steve says. "Wouldn't've managed without her."

He jerks a thumb in Robin's direction, who preens at the acknowledgment. Robin's cool, Eddie decides. Garrulous but fun and nice… and verrrrrrrrry close to Steve. The kind of close where they're always in each other's space. Where they wordlessly transfer food between their plates. Where Steve unceremoniously wipes a speck of ketchup off Robin's chin after she repeatedly fails to get it. They're comfortable, but not necessarily romantically affectionate. Like they're siblings rather than lovers.

(Dear God, if you are in heaven, let them be siblings.)

Conversation flows. They joke around, tell stories, swap opinions. Robin gets passionate about tonal shifts when stage shows are adapted to film, and Eddie tries not to stare at Steve's mouth as he eats. And then, once their plates are cleaned and they're waiting for dessert, Gareth leans his elbows on the table and fixes Steve with a purposeful look.

"I figured out where I've seen you before."

Eddie stiffens.

Steve blinks. "At campus, right?"

"Thought so, but no. I realized it's actually…" Gareth chuckles. "It's ridiculous, but uh, my mom had this calendar…"

Steve recoils, red flooding his face. Robin, Lucas, and Max shriek in delight, Robin grabbing Steve's arm and shaking it as he hides behind his hands.

"And my mom," Gareth says between bursts of laughter, "she's shameless, all right? She kept it in our kitchen. So during, what was it, November?"

"November," Steve confirms, muffled.

"For 30 days, if I wanted to check the date or make a notation… I saw you."

Tears stream down Robin's face, she's laughing so hard. She and Max have started chanting 'Slut! Slut! Slut!' at the still crimson Steve.

"You don't understand," Lucas says, gesturing for emphasis. "We've been waiting for someone to come up and say 'hey, weren't you…?' for years. Thank you so much!"

"Hey, thank my mom," Gareth says. Eddie's quite stunned he'd throw his own mother under the bus like that. She's a really nice person, too!

"Makes sense," Max says. "Moms love Steve."

"All parents do," Lucas says.

Cackling, Robin pinches Steve's cheek. "Gotta hide your mom and your dad around Steve!"

Steve bats her off, flushed but smiling. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You got your wish, now shut it."

That only makes the three restart the chant to ridicule him for his harlotry. Steve's indignant squawk that 'it was for charity!' merely has everyone laugh more.

And Eddie? Well. As he sits beholding this man who works as a paramedic and drives a luxury car, who models for charity and allows his friends to mock him for it, who blushes and giggles when they lovingly call him a whore…

All Eddie can think is that he's in fucking trouble.

Afterward, it only makes sense for Eddie to drive Max home. Steve shakes his hand outside the diner, saying it was nice to see him again. Eddie, not knowing how to ask for Steve's contact info without seeming weird, agrees. He waits until the BMW drives off, then tells Gareth to get the fuck out of his seat. Gareth relocates to the backseat, whining since Max already called shotgun.

The initial minutes, they're quiet. Then Max turns to Gareth and says:

"When were you telling me Eddie is your mom?"

"Huh?"

"You said you knew about the calendar because of your mom. But that's not true."

The warmth drains from Eddie's face; his knuckles crack around the steering wheel. Gareth's expression is the epitome of 'oh shit' when he meets Eddie's gaze in the rear-view mirror.

"Yes, it is," Gareth says.

"It's not," Max says.

"It is!"

"It's not! The calendar was for 2021, and in November '21 you were a freshman and had already moved into the dorms! If your mom kept it in her kitchen, you wouldn't have seen it!"

She scowls at Gareth, mouth pinched and eyes flashing, daring him to contradict her.

Gareth swallows thickly. "It… wasn't for 2021."

"Yes, it was."

"How do you know?"

She puts her hands in her lap and lifts her chin, almost primly. Eddie gasps as the penny drops.

Gareth screams, "WHAT!"

"You have it?" Eddie cries. "Why do you have it?"

She scoffs. "You know why – you've seen his pecs."

"I don't- Okay, how're you so sure it's me?"

"Because you spent all of dinner looking like you wanted to crawl inside his mouth and live there." Her nose wrinkles. "At least I hope it was his mouth you want to crawl into-"

She's cut off by Gareth shouting "I can't hear you! Lalalalalalala-"

Eddie crumples in his seat. He's depleted of blood, air, life, everything. Behind, Gareth is grilling Max for information: are Steve and Robin together? Is Steve single? Is he queer?

Max replies: no, yes, and 'that's not for me to tell, moron'.

Gareth nods, satisfied. "That means he is. If he was straight, you'd say so." He slaps Eddie's arm. "You got a shot, man!"

"You… don't know that…" Eddie wheezes.

Max tuts, shaking her head. "You actually want to hit on my chauffeur."

"He prefers the term 'seduce'," Gareth says.

Eddie smacks his face into the steering wheel at the next red light.

------------------------------

Tag list: @rougenancy, @raisedbylibrarians, @yourebuckingkiddingme, @swimmingbirdrunningrock, @emma77645, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @eddielives1986, @stevesbipanic, @the-redthread, @fandemonium-takes-its-toll, @henderdads, @gay-little-bitch, @lordofthepointygerbils, @lenore1232, @imzadidragonfly, @zerokrox-blog, @eddiemunsonswife, @cherrycolas-things, @ediewentmissing, @princess-eddie, @atombombbibunny, @ajamlessbaby, @dogswithforks, @grimmfitzz, @cutiecusp, @cuips-not-cute, @manicallydepressedrobot, @messrs-weasley, @madaboutmunson, @mightbeasleep, @suikatto, @brassreign, @snapshotmaestro, @bea-sayan, @courtjestermunson, @csinnamon-fox, @steveisabicon, @spectrum-spectre, @spinmewriteround, @just-super-fucking-gay, @escapingthereality, @oneweirdcryptid, @deehellcat, @misticageri, @lovelyscot, @olivethenerd16, @linkydinky06, @rynnytintin, @anything-thats-rock-and-roll,

I won't be adding more to the tag list because there are already so many of you. Instead, I'll be tagging the four remaining parts (it'll definitely be seven in total, btw) as #steddie fic: november paramedic. Hopefully, they'll show up in the tags and you'll see them that way.

Thank you for reading 🖤

Part 4

#the entire conversation in the van - and the purpose of max's role - came to me late at night #and i was so excited i could barely sleep afterward #everything fell into place after that #steddie fic: november paramedic #steddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #gareth stranger things #max mayfield #my writing #ok so about the car:#(first off i want to admit i know nothing about cars)#in the show steve drives a bmw 733i. the car is gorgeous imo. however while luxurious at the time it's not expensive today.#so i looked up modern luxury cars and found the 30 jahre m5 - the limited edition from when bmw m5 celebrated 30yrs in 2014 #only 300 got made and only 30 were sold in the us. they were as you might imagine expensive.#so the story here is that steve got one for his 16th birthday (would've been in 2015 in this fic)#probably from a doting grandparent since i doubt his parents would've given something so expensive to a teen #fun fact: every 30 jahre m5 is colored 'frozen dark silver' (gray. they're fucking gray.)#but since it's NOT steve's car if it's not burgundy and since i've already erased covid's existence... i don't think this change matters

3K notes · View notes

boymeetsimagines · 8 months

Text

Crazy Luther | Eric Matthews x F!Reader

Summary: On your first day of orientation at Pennbrooke, an old friend helps you out of the unwanted attention of Crazy Luther.

It was your first official day at Pennbrooke and you couldn’t have been more excited. You’d found a great apartment within walking distance from the campus after running into a former classmate at John Adams High a couple days before orientation. Even though Topanga was a year younger than you, you'd always managed to have a couple classes together every year before your parents moved to New York your junior year. You knew it had to have been fate to run into her right after she’d run into Jack, Shawn’s long lost brother who was in the need for some new roommates.

Even though there was apparently a lot of drama going on between the two brothers, Shawn had agreed to be the fourth roommate and you were excited to live with at least one friendly face.

You expected to see more former classmates at orientation, since the campus was so close to your former high school, but found yourself disappointed when you didn’t recognize a single person.

You did, however, attract the attention of one student. He’d introduced himself as Luther, but a friendly girl pulled you aside after and warned you that the guy had a bad reputation and even a nickname already.

Determined to give everyone the benefit of the doubt (plus you had to admit, the guy was handsome), you quickly found yourself less and less flattered as he continued to become more forward in his flirting. He was grabby and possessive in a way that made your bad vibes bat signal go off. You’d been in a bad relationship before - you knew the signs. But he wasn’t backing off.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coo’d, following you as you walked through the quad. “Have dinner with me tonight.”

“I can’t. I already have plans with my roommates,” you replied, thanking God that you actually did have these plans. Jack had promised tonight would be the first official roommate dinner and you were finally going to meet the illusive third roommate that you’d still managed to not run into.

“Skip it! Come on, doll. I’ll take you to places you’ve never been,” he grabbed your arm to stop you from walking, pulling you closer toward him as his grip grew stronger.

Out of instinct, you pushed him away, “Get off!”

“What’s your problem? You got a boyfriend or somethin’?” He continued to walk toward you, taking up more of your space than you were comfortable with.

As if out of desperation, you began to look around to see if there was anyone, anyone who could save you.

Low and behold, the first friendly face you’d manage to see from your former school appeared in the window of the student center to your left.

“As a matter of fact,” you said sternly, giving Luther your attention, “I do. And he’s right in there, so if you’ll excuse me.”

You pushed past him and walked through the student center doors, heading straight for the guy you hadn’t seen in two years as he sat by himself on a bench near the back reading a magazine. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Luther still standing by the doorway, watching you. So you knew you had to make this look convincing.

“Eric Matthews,” you said softly, standing in front of him to try and block his face from the doorway.

Eric looked up at you, his brow rising in both confusion and something else you didn’t quite recognize as he took you in. For a second, you feared that he didn’t remember you and your heart began to beat even faster than you thought possible.

When he finally greeted you in kind by saying your first and last name, your heart began to race for another reason. “What are you—“

“No time,” you stopped him, grabbing the magazine from his hands and settling down in his lap. You lightly caressed his cheek as he continued to peer up at you, and you weren’t sure if his face was purely surprised or if there was a small hint of awe in them. You whispered “play along” as you leaned in closely, his eyes flitting to your lips as you did before you dove in.

Cradling his face and pulling it to yours, you poured yourself in a deep kiss that was meant to convince Luther that this was your boyfriend. Eric jumped slightly at first from your abrupt action, then grew stiff, as if he were doing something wrong. But you were surprised to feel him very quickly give in to whatever it was you were doing here as he wrapped his arms around you and adjusted you onto his lap more comfortably, his left hand gripping at your back and the other on your hip. Deepening the kiss, your hands moved up toward the nape of his neck and moved up, diving into the silky soft curtain of hair that you’d always fantasized about in high school. A soft moan left his throat as your finger nails took on a mind of their own against his scalp and you felt yourself whimper at the sound, melting into his kiss. It was a perfect mixture of tender but demanding, controlled but completely fueled by reckless abandon.

The sound of someone clearing their throat harshly caused you both to jump, finally pulling away from each other to face the intruder. You were annoyed to see that it was still Luther. This guy just could not take a hint.

“So this the boyfriend, huh? I give it a week and you’ll be beggin’ me to take you out. See ya around, sweetheart.”

You groaned as he finally walked out of the room, feeling your body limp at the obvious defeat you felt.

“Boyfriend?” Eric’s voice brought you back as you felt yourself stiffen, realizing that you were still seated very snuggly in the lap of your high school crush.

But his arms hadn’t moved. In fact, you realized that you’d felt them tighten a little more around you when Luther had confronted you.

“Um yeah,” you said timidly, knowing that your cheeks had to be the brightest shade of red humanly imaginable. “That was Luther. Apparently he’s also known as Crazy Luther.”

His brow creased seriously, “Crazy Luther? Who sells the stereo products at low prices?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, according to the rumors he chewed the fingers off his own brother.”

“Well he’s never gonna sell stereos with that kind of reputation.” He smiled at you in that all too familiar Eric smile and you felt your heart contract against your will.

You thought you’d gotten over your crush back when you were a junior and he was a senior, trying desperately to tutor him so he wouldn’t have to repeat his senior year. But he was just so charming and funny and so damn insightful when he wanted to be, you couldn’t help but fall for him.

And here you were, two years later, giving in to that damn smile once more.

You realized again that he hadn’t moved his arms or tried to push you off of him, though you didn’t necessarily feel trapped. It felt comfortable, actually, and that feeling made you jump off his lap immediately and try to find your words again.

All the emotions finally caught up with you: violated by Luther’s disregard for you saying no; anger that he only begrudgingly respected your choice because of another man’s power; guilt over doing nearly the exact same thing to a former friend by pushing yourself on him; and complete and total embarrassment because holy shit you just made out with Eric Matthews.

“I’m so sorry,” you finally said, slightly pacing. “He just wouldn’t back off and take no for an answer. Finally he asked if I had a boyfriend and I saw you in the window and I don’t know what came over me. But I saw an easy out and I took it and I’m just so sorry again for doing that to you.”

Eric chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. “Hey, yeah, no need to be sorry. I’m happy to help. Just to be safe, you should stay for a few minutes though until he’s left the area for good. Don’t want him thinking you made out with some stranger just to get away from him.”

“Heaven forbid,” you mocked, chuckling with him as you sat next to him on the bench.

A few minutes easily turned into hours as you and Eric caught up. He told you about his year off after graduation. You told him about your time in New York. He was teasing you about not going to college in the big apple when your watch beeped.

“Damn,” you cursed, realizing how late it’d gotten. “I’m sorry, Eric. I’ve gotta go to this thing—“

“Oh, yeah it’s no problem!” he said reassuringly, lifting up with you as he looked at his own watch. “I’ve gotta run too actually. But, this was fun.”

“The assault or the conversation?” you joked, a blush rising to your cheeks at the mention of the kiss.

He chuckled as you both began to walk out of the student center, running his hand through his hair. It was shorter than it’s been when you left John Adams, but it still looked just as luxurious. “Both, actually. I’ll see ya around?”

“Definitely,” you confirmed, sending him a smile as you parted ways. Quickly, you raced across the campus to the apartment building, disappointed to have cut your time with Eric short but ready to finally sit down with all your roommates. This was going to be your year — you could feel it!

#eric matthews #boy meets world #eric matthews x reader #eric Matthews x you #eric matthews imagines #eric matthews imagine #boy meets world fanfiction #will friedle #boy meets world imagine #boy meets world imagines #self indulgent #don’t judge me #bmw #mine

211 notes · View notes

hood-ex · 2 years

Note

EMILY!! TELL ME YOU'VE HEARD OF THE RECENT STORY OF BEN AFFLECK'S 10 YEAR OLD SON REVERSING A LAMBORGHINI INTO A BMW. i'm just picturing a "v stressed out" Brucie Wayne (who's actually) internally grinning) after Dick backs into Lex's BMW.

ALSKDJA PLEASE that would be amazing.

Bruce: We ran into a little problem while we were out. Luthor was parked behind us and Dick backed into him.

Alfred: Is he alright?

Bruce: He's fine. His car didn't even get a scratch.

Alfred: Not him. I meant Master Dick!

Bruce: He's fine too. It might be a little hard to get him to sleep tonight because I bought him an ice cream to celebrate.

Alfred: Master Bruce! You shouldn't reward him for the destruction of property!

Bruce: He technically destroys property all the time.

Alfred: Yes, out of necessity. Was it necessary this time?

Bruce: For my personal satisfaction, yes.

#also imagine dick in the death machine. and as luthor is suffocating him dick hears luthor whisper ''this is for my bmw you little shit!''#Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Lex Luthor #anon

956 notes · View notes

1mmeee2 · 1 year

Text

You Can't Have Him! (Shawn Hunter x Reader) BMW

Plot: S4 Ep 21: Shawn is asked to join a teenage cult which effects his relationship with his girlfriend Y/n, but re-thinks his new belief system when Turner is injured. (Pretty long story) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Y/n Pov: "Hey, Shawn ready for our date?" I asked Shawn as I was putting away my books. "Yeah, about that... I need to go." Shawn said suddenly confusing me. "What?" I asked as we have been planning this date for weeks. "It's just, something came up and I need to be there." Shawn said. "Shawn what is this "Important thing"?" I asked. "Actually... Y/n, are you centered?" Shawn asked confusing me. "What?" I asked confused. "Look, there is this amazing group called the center... and this guy who will help you find true meaning and these people find people like you and I to find our place." Shawn explained to me scaring me. "Shawn this sounds like a cult if anything." I said. "No it's not a cult! Y/n... this group will help you... help us!" Shawn said making me worried. "Shawn you can't be in this group." I said. "They said you'd say something like that." Shawn said making me shocked. "Excuse me?" I asked. "They told me how, people would always try to shut the people who are lost." Shawn said. "Shawn you're not lost!" I said getting more annoyed. "How do you know?" Shawn asked softly leaving me conflicted. "I... I need time." I said to Shawn who nodded. "If you consider joining. Just call me." Shawn said creeping me out as I walked off to go home.

After a few days of Shawn leaving school early, always so calm, Cory and I decided to go find Shawn and get him out of there. Before we went in Cory decided to go in first just in case something bad happened and I can go find help.... Or he just wanted to seem brave. Soon it was 5 minutes they were in there making me worried and went in the cult place. "Shawn? Cory?" I called out as I rush down the stairs and saw Shawn and Cory but with the leader then smiling at me creepily. "Welcome to the Center, lost soul." He said making me glare at him. "Shawn we are going." I said holding his hand.

"Ah, is this the other lost soul you mentioned Shawn?" He asked. "Yes... This is my girlfriend Y/n." Shawn said. "I'm not here to join nor stay here. Cory, Shawn let's get going." I said trying to pull Shawn out but he didn't move. "Y/n... I can tell this is hard to see this many changes on your partner... But I think you're gonna like to see what we can do. Nobody judges you who you are, where you come from, everyone here is the same." He said holding Shawn's shoulder letting me to let go. "Can I go in that room?" Cory asked pointing at a door with a star. "Cory!" I said pinching his side. "No, that's the celebrity room." The leader said before walking off. " That is the slickest guy I ever seen!" Cory said to Shawn. "Don't you both see? I'm not a prisoner here. I can leave anytime I want." Shawn said softly. "Okay then, we're going now." I said but then suddenly as Cory and I were about to leave, the lights dimmed revealing the leader on a stage.

"Children of the center.... let's welcome to our family a new life member. Shawn Hunter." The leader said making the crowd clap as Cory and I look at Shawn in shock. "It's fine." Shawn said before going up on stage leaving me in pain. "Let's go Y/n." Cory said as he saw how much pain I was going throw as I'd though, I could make Shawn happy and someone he can belong to.

Soon once Cory and I left, we went to his house to talk to Mr and Mrs Matthews and Mr Feeny. As we all stood at the Matthew's backyard I was sitting on a bench as Mrs. Matthews comforts me while the guys talk about Shawn. "You know guys. I am is best friend and it's like he doesn't hear me... Especially his own girlfriend. I mean why does he have so much faith on this center." Cory said. "All right, let's get in the car and drag him out ourselves." Mr Matthew's said a we all got up to get him. "I'm going with you. I'm well acquainted with the Center, I've been trying to close it down for some time now. This Mr. Mac (The leader) is a frightening man." Mr Feeny said but then I saw Eric and Shawn together.

"Shawn!" I said in relief as I then hugged him tightly which he did back. "Hello Mr. Feeny, Cory, Mr and Mrs Matthews." Shawn said greeting everyone as I then let go. " Shawn, are you all right?" Mrs. Matthews asked. "Of course I am. I'm totally centered." Shawn said making me sigh as he still was strongly into it. "Thanks Eric for bringing him back." Mr. Matthews said to Eric. "Actually I brought Eric back." Shawn said making me chuckle a bit as that was the Eric I knew since I was little.

"Mr. Mac thought that Eric wasn't sincere and was in it for the hugs." Shawn said. "Well yeah." Eric said smiling like nothing was wrong and left to go inside the house. "Well hope you all have a peaceful night. I'm going back to the Center." Shawn said making me grab his hand and looked at him in disbelief. "Wait, whoa, no. No you're not. While you're parents are out of town, you're our responsibility." Mr. Matthews said sternly. "That means you're staying here in this house." Mrs. Matthews said.

"Yeah. Mr Mac told me you people would try to talk me out of my belief." Shawn said making me had enough. "Shawn! Do you hear yourself? We all love you and we all wouldn't want to hurt you." I asked angrily as Mrs. Matthews soon pulled me back before I get too emotional. "He also told me you'd say that." Shawn said leaving me in defeat. "All right, fine. That's enough. Get him in the house and tie him up." Mr Matthews said half joking and half not. "Look Shawn. These aren't believes. This is just a way to escape a life that doesn't have beliefs--"That's a judgment." Shawn said cutting off Feeny. "You damn right it is." Feeny said sternly. "What's wrong with me finding something to believe in?" Shawn asked. "Look Shawn. I'm all for you're search of spirituality, okay? But you don't seem to realize that Mr. Mac is conducting is own search. For lost souls that he can influence and manipulate." Mr. Feeny said. "He said you'd also say that." Shawn said. " Yes. I am sure he has given you a thought of every occasion." Mr Feeny said angrily but then a phone rang from his house making him sigh. "Excuse me." He said before entering his home. "Shawn I know I don't say this often... but Mr. Feeny is right." Cory said. "Why do all of you guys keep attacking what I believe in?" Shawn asked annoyed. "Shawn... why do you believe in this Center so much?" I asked. "What?" Shawn asked. "I mean before this... what did you believe in?" Mr. Matthews asked. "I dunno." Shawn said. "Did you believe in God?" Mr Matthews asked but then I saw My Feeny rush out of his house in distress. "George what is it?" Mr Matthews asked. "Uh... Johnathan Turner... Has been on a motorcycle accident." Mr Feeny said making all of us shocked. "Is he okay?" I asked. "Uh... no he isn't... Alan could you give me a lift to the hospital?" Feeny asked which Mr. Matthews nodded. "We'll all go." Mrs. Matthews said making us all move but I stopped and saw Shawn staying behind. "Shawn?" I asked. "I'll meet you guys there." Shawn said kissing my cheek. "Shawn no please." I said begging. "I said I'll meet you guys there." Shawn said keeping his frustration from exploding at me. "Okay..." I said softly as I followed the group.

- It's been a few hours and the Matthew's, Topanga, Mr. Feeny and I were all sitting in the waiting room as we waited more about Mr. Turner's health. "Where's Shawn?" I heard Topanga asking me making me look up at her. "I don't know." I said. "Well Mr. Turner and Shawn are like brothers... how can he not be here?" Topanga asked. "I don't know." I said but then like the universe somehow heard me, I saw Shawn walking in the waiting room. "Shawn!" Cory said as he and I got up glad to see Shawn but soon our smiles drop as I saw Mr. Mac right behind him. "Mr. Mac..." Cory added as we all watch him looking around the hospital. "Shawn thought I could be of some help. Hello, I'm Philip Mac. Feeny..." Mac said looking at Feeny who was glaring at Mac. "You don't belong here." Mr. Feeny said. "One my children invited me, and as always, I'm here for him, as for any other child who calls for me." Mac said instantly making Eric stand up. "I wanna come back!" Eric said quickly and urgently. "No, no, no." Mac said rejecting Eric as we all knew his intentions. "Shawn he shouldn't be here." I said not liking Mac from the first time I heard of him. "Y/n, I can't face this alone." Shawn said to me. "First of all we're here. Second, your being more and more distant that you're more alone than ever." I said trying to knock some sense into Shawn who's face turned into confusion. "What does that mean?" Shawn asked me. "Shawn... please it's very obvious." Cory said also trying to knock sense into Shawn. "Forgive me?!" The voice of Feeny raised making us all turn and saw Feeny getting up on Mac's face held back by Mr and Mrs. Matthews. "George come on. He's trying to get a rise out of you." Mr. Matthews said before taking his stance. "Look. You're not dealing with gullible little kids here now buddy. You brought Shawn down here and thanks but you should take a hike back to Con Land." Mr Matthew's said before Mr Mac turned to Shawn. "Now do you see how judgmental these people are--" Suddenly Mr. Matthew's pushed back Mr Mac back angrily. "No! You see! A judgment I made a long time ago... Is that Shawn Hunter is the best friend my son ever had... And I'd kill for Shawn Hunter from people... Like you." Mr Matthew's said growling at Mr Mac keeping his stance not backing down anytime soon.

"Alan... he'd love a lawsuit..." Mr. Matthews said holding her husband back softly as Mr Mac fixes his jacket. "I think there's a lot of anger here... and I don't feel this is a healthy environment for Shawn." Mr Mac said. "Look I really--" "You don't respect my philosophy. For kids who feel lonely and lost and have an emptiness in their lives, I'm here to give them a sense of belonging." Mr Mac said making me had enough of this nonsense. "You can't have him. He is not yours to dictate what he should or shouldn't do." I said angrily at Mr Mac making him turn and look at me with a soft gaze. "That's up to Shawn. And in any event there are many more just like him." Mr Mac said and turned back to the parents. "Y/n, come." Topanga said making me turn and saw the two boys gone. "Where did they go?" I asked. "They went inside Mr. Turner's room. I don't think Shawn would've wanted to see all that." Topanga said leading me to the room Mr. Turner was at. - As I stood there in the room, I saw Mr. Turner wrapped in bandages, both legs in a cast, head wrapped up with his heart monitor stable. "Cory I can't be in here it's too intense..." Shawn said breathing heavily. "For all of us Shawn... But this is life this is what's happening right now." Topanga said as Mr. Turner was also our teacher and who were like a father or brother to all of us. "I need Mr. Mac..." Shawn said. "No. He can't help you with this. Shawn what is the matter with you?!" Topanga asked scolding Shawn. "I-I-I don't know! But I can't look at him like this!" Shawn said trying to get out of the room but I instantly grabbed his hand and hugged him tightly. "Shawn! This is a hug! And this is when you hug somebody that you care about! And that you want them to know that! Shawn... I love you so much but you cannot leave here. Mr. Turner took care of you... And he loves you and you love him. Is that real or is Mr Mac and The Center real? You decide, but you cannot go." I said sternly as I knew it was time for Shawn to finally get off his bubble. "We can go." Cory said as he walks over to the door as he and Topanga slowly leaves the room. "Y/n?" Cory called me. "Wait a second..." I said not removing my gaze of Shawn as I heard the door closing. "Shawn... Don't think I don't love you... But... you really need to see Turner. I bet if that was your on the bed... Turner would've stay in this room till you finally got better. And so would Cory, Topanga, Feeny, and Me." I said before hugging Shawn again who hugged me back and soon I kissed him softly and soon felt him kissing back and knew the Shawn I knew was slowly coming back. Once I pulled away I left the room with Shawn and Turner alone. - After a while I finally saw Shawn coming out of the room making everyone including Mr. Mac stand up. "How is he?" Cory asked. "He'll be fine." Shaw said making everyone sigh in relief. "Is that what the doctor said?" I asked as Shawn walked over to me and pecked my lips as he held both my hands. "No... I just know he is." Shawn said before wrapping his arm around me as we both face the group. "Shawn it's obvious you've been in a stressful mood for you and I think it's time you'd come back to The Center." Mac said moving me aside a bit away from Shawn who shook his head. "Yeah, I think so too." Shawn said leaving everyone in shock. "What?" I asked. "I wanna go back, pick up my things and if it's okay... I want to stay with you." Shawn said to the Matthews who nodded. "Yes, it's okay." Mrs. Matthew's said with open arms. "And... I already found my home and center. With her." Shawn said walking over to me tightly as we looked at each other with love. "Shawn I--" "Yeah, I see you right in front of me... And I heard what you have to say, and it's nothin... And if I was an empty person and I didn't have anything to believe in. I might go with you...

because that would be easy... Well... I'm done with easy and I'm done with empty. I'm done with you." Shawn said making me smile.

"Well... We will always be there for you Shawn." Mr. Mac said. "Yeah, I know." Shawn said and soon we watch as he slowly walks away as soon Shawn looks back at me and kissed me again as I finally have my Shawn back.

#shawn hunter #shawn hunter x reader #shawn hunter imagine #fanfication #fanfic #boy meets world #shawn hunter x you #xreader #boy meets word x reader #Shawn hunter x y/n #BMW x reader

246 notes · View notes

batjokezlovineverything · 2 years

Text

how these 90s sitcom characters would be if y'all dated:

Eric Matthews:

- he's such a softie, so expect him to spoon you all the time, like literally...

- he hates it when you tease him but sometimes thinks you're teasing him when you're not, so you'll be in the middle of fixing dinner and he's like, "i know what you're doing."

- he loves giving you forehead kisses and is very protective of you. probably has a nickname for you

Uncle Jesse:

- he's an absolute freak in the sheets, just saying

- he enjoys serenading you with songs, maybe you sing along or dance for him to make him crack while singing

- lots of kissing, shoulder rubs, and waist snatching. he's very much in love with you.

Will Truman:

- such a sweetheart but sometimes is a control freak, so if he wants something, he wants it then and now

- y'all are probably already engaged

- he enjoys cooking for you and you love it when he cooks

#uncle jesse #jesse katsopolis #jesse katsopolis x reader #uncle jesse x reader #john stamos x reader #john stamos #eric matthews #eric matthews x reader #boy meets world imagines #bmw imagine #full house #will truman #will truman x reader

841 notes · View notes

hannibalismos-jaaneman · 7 months

Text

sometimes i think about what would have happened if richard had died instead of henry and the rest of the book had been narrated the song of achilles style and it hurts

#raj shitposting #imagine had the fight led to the gun being thrown out the window. had henry seen that richard was shot. had the ambulance been too late..#that is the saddest thought i've ever had #henry would quit college. buy the estate he had seen with richard. live there with all his stuff and sob into his clothes like a baby...#he'd go to california every christmas and spend the time alone in some stupid hotel and become absolutely fucking unhinged.#he'd tend to richard's mother because ofc his father would run away from home that was the kind of man he was.#and he'd call no one but his own mother for her funeral because no one else would be bothered.#he'd send some money to richard's father along with the news and go about living his life like a goddamn widow.#that's the perfect word. widow. henry would be nothing but a widow.#the bmw would be the worst thing in his possession. he'd think about selling it but he wouldn't.#he'd think that anytime he had a semblance of thought that maybe richard was with him.. it would be in that fucking car.#he wouldn't sell it out of superstition that the car was the only place where he could safely feel richard and fall apart in his memory.#he'd cry like a madman every damn day in that car.while getting groceries.visiting francis at the country house.going for dinner with them.#he'd probably get a portrait done of richard. maybe of a photo of richard in some fancy clothes francis took at the country house.#yk those times rich people ugly cry by a full size painting in a burgundy robe with wine spilled on the floor by them clutching their chest #as if in physical pain and agony? that would be my man henry.#he'd be too out of his mind to even remember that maybe that day he killed charles too because nothing seems to matter anymore.#henry winter #richard papen #winterpapen #tsh #donna tartt #the secret history #literati

46 notes · View notes

takenbypeter · 1 year

Text

Boy Meets World Masterlist

Eric Matthews

Being Rachel’s Friend

#boy meets world #boy meets world fanfic #boy meets world fanfiction #boy meets world imagine #boy meets world x reader #boy meets world masterlist #bmw fanfiction #bmw fanfic #bmw imagine #bmw x reader #eric matthews fanfiction #eric matthews fanfic #eric matthews imagine #eric matthews x reader

73 notes · View notes

dogwittaablog · 3 months

Note

Does anyone know what car Nolan drives? I’m going with a truck cause he’s a big boy 😂

One of the cars I knew he drove waaay back was when he was in Philly and it was a Jaguar F-Pace… which was observed through that video of him and TK getting lost in the parkade LMAOOOO.

He probably owns like 2 different vehicles but he definitely drives a truck, since he hunts and it's probably practical to have when you have to endure that Manitoba weather.

#its probably a ram he drives if u want me to be specific #his family also owns one too if thats even helpful info lol #i feel like most imagine him riding around some beat up pick up truck thats half way rusted or something #hes probably a boujee bitch that owns a bmw or benz for his days he wants to feel a little fancy #i too get curious when it comes to things like this #nolan patrick #nolpat #ask #jan '24 subs

6 notes · View notes

usagiconx · 2 years

Photo

♡┊제니 fr. 블랙핑크 icons.

like or reblog if you save/use.

don’t repost without credits, please.

psst, don’t forget: you’re amazing!!

33 notes · View notes

bartxnhood · 9 months

Text

lost in reality | s.h

shawn hunter x fem!reader

summary: lost in his cloud of doubt, shawn thinks you don’t like him. however, when you come to his doorstep one night changes everything.

warnings: none, this one is just pretty short and not that well written lol

requests open

not proofread

✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵ ✵

“she likes you man, it’s so obvious!” cory is watching his best friend, shawn, pace around the living room. “you’ve seen the way she’s with eric! there’s no way she likes me.”

shawn remembers you interacting with eric. he feels his chest swell with jealousy, the way you touched his arm while you laughed, or the way you pushed your hair away from your face.

he was so frustrated with his own emotions. shawn had loved you for years, he was so madly in love with you that it hurt him.

“think about it” cory starts, pushing himself off the island and walking over to his friend. “she always gets shy around you, she can’t look at you more than a few seconds, or else she starts blushing like…�� he tried thinking of a comparison. “well i.. i don’t know what but still!”

shawn finally stopped pacing to look at cory, trying to think back to all the times you had done this. but, still, he wasn’t convinced. “i don’t know man..”

“i’ve been seeing angela, she’s really cool and i like her but..” shawn shrugs, “she isn’t y/n.” cory sighs, crossing his arms. “well at least you could talk to her. figure out what’s going on.”

the following week you spot shawn at the cafeteria and you planned on stopping him in hopes to talk with him. “shawn!” you wave your hand and he walks over. “what’s up?” he offers a smile, standing above you. “i was just wondering if you had time to talk for a sec?” he nodded, “of course, what’s up?”

“well.. you start, it’s kinda about us..” you were about to continue when angela walks up, lacing her arm around his. “shawn!” she grins, “we still good for our date this weekend?” she asks, he smiles fondly and nods, “yeah, of course!” angela grins and kisses his cheek softly before walking away.

shawn turns back to you, his eyebrows raise, “what’s up?” you feel a knot in your stomach and shake your head gathering your things. “nothing.. not important. i’ll see you later.” you say, and stand up and walk away, leaving shawn puzzled.

you’re sat on topangas bed, rambling about how frustrated you are with his shawn had been acting as of late. “it’s killing me!l you plop back onto your back with a loud sigh.

“it’s like..he doesn’t even notice me..” you’re visibly upset and topanga doesn’t know how to comfort you. “maybe he’s just going through something.” she says and you disagree. “no..i know when somethings wrong. i’m his best friend, i know him. but lately, he’s been so different.”

you both fall silent, you’re stuck thinking about how you could fix them. “i have to see him” you say, abruptly getting up from topangas bed and reaching for your jacket, “y/n! it’s pouring out there!” she tries stopping you, concerned for your wellbeing. “topanga, i have to tell him. i can’t just stand by watching him fall in love with someone else.” you turn to your best friend, tears brimming in your eyes. topanga understands, knowing if it was cory she’d be running out in the rain like that.

“please, just be safe.” she nods, giving you a look of sympathy.

“y/n? you okay?! it’s pouring!” shawn opens the door and drags you inside from the rain.

“i love you.” you blurted, fidgeting with your hands. “oh..oh my god..that just…” your hands are shaking and your chest is tight while looking at shawn. “i love you,” you repeat and watch as shawn stands up from the stool and you see the confusion on his face.

“im so in love with you. it’s like i can’t stop thinking about you. you’re like..in me..” you laugh, trying to hold back your tears. “like you’re some kind of disease. i can’t think of anything except you.” now you’re tearing up. “i…i can’t sleep, i can’t eat…” you pause, “i can’t breathe..” your voice is breaking, and you feel the tears on your cheeks. “i just love you all the time… i love you, shawn”

this had been building up in you for so long, and you had to get it out and it felt so much better to just say it.

“you don’t have to say anything or love me back. i just needed to tell you..” you wipe away the tears from your cheeks and start to turn around but shawn grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.

his touch is so soft against your skin, the way his thumb caressed your cheek made you melt. his eyes were soft, “y/n..” he starts, his voice is soft like honey. you could listen to him speak for hours, his voice could lull you to sleep. “i love you too. i have loved you for years. all i can ever think about is you and how badly my heart aches for you.” he smiles, tears begin welling in his eyes. "this-" he points at his chest "—this belongs to you. always."

you replay his confession over and over, feeling your heart swell with love. shawn is resting on your chest while some random movie is playing on the tv. it was something he had gotten from the movie store. you had thought he had fallen asleep long ago but when he spoke it startled you.

“why do you love me?”

you blink a few times, wondering where this came from. “what?” he sets up, “why do you love me? i..i have nothing to offer you, y/n. i..i don’t have a fancy house or..or anything. why?”

you look at him, mind racing as you try to collect the right words, “i love you because you care, you’re funny, you take time to learn about people, and even though you may get on my nerves” you pause and laugh, your hand rests on his cheek. the pad of your thumb rubs against his cheekbone.

“i love you. i’ve loved you for so long, shawn.” you smile and watched as shawn pulls you into his arms, letting you rest against him. “god, i love you too. y/n.”

#shawn hunter #shawn hunter x reader #shawn hunter x you #shawn hunter x y/n #shawn hunter fanfic #shawn hunter imagine #shawn hunter boy meets world #bmw fanfic

266 notes · View notes