A plus size imagine where Y/N has always been too much for everyone. Everyone except Harry.
“Have a good night everyone,” she yelled behind her to her joyous group of friends. One of her arms waving drunkenly to them and the other latched onto her boyfriend. “Stop shouting Y/N,” the sober boy next to her sounded bitter. Her face fell, but she was good at hiding. He always told her to be quiet or sit still, but she went along with it because at the end of the day they’d go to his apartment and fuck and she couldn’t let that go.
She felt good tonight. Actually, she felt better than good, she felt marvelous. A silk flowy slip adorned her heavy body making her look sexy, something she didn’t get to feel often. She drank just enough to feel loose and happy. She was drunk, but still able to comprehend what was going on around her. The best part of the night was that her friends were laughing along with her and dancing like no one else was in the club. She loved the feeling of being loved.
A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron.
Author’s Note: I want to begin by stating that I am not for Feylin, nor do I support them as a couple. But, as in ACOTAR, it is vital that the story begins with them as a couple. I have been so excited to share this with you, and already can’t wait to share chapter two. As for chapter one, I hope you enjoy. :)
August 16 – It felt like the first time.
My first time having
sex was not romantic.
It was horrible.
To say it was awkward
would be an understatement. Hell, it would be an improvement.
The only articles of
clothing removed were our pants, and my panties, and it took place in the bed
of his truck behind his parent’s barn. He kept making uncomfortable grunting
noises, and his shoulder kept bumping into my chin.
I think we kissed once
during the entire atrocity.
Oh. And he called me Claire.
That’s not my name.
Tonight was different,
though. He made me feel like a princess, like every inch of my body was longed
for and respected. He took his time with me, and there was nothing awkward
about how he touched me, or how he held me, or how he looked at me.
And when he whispered
my name, my entire being unraveled.
I won’t be sleeping
Wide Awake but Lost in
September 2 – Move in
Feyre could hear their voices before she turned the corner, her heart nearly pounding through her chest with every step.
Trailing behind her, Elain was carrying a box full of art magazines and
photographs, while Nesta was hauling so many pillows that she couldn’t quite
see where she was going. Feyre, on the other hand, only carried her clothes,
which she managed to stuff into two old duffle bags that she had managed to save from decaying in her dad’s attic.
“Shouldn’t your new boyfriend be helping?” Nesta mumbled,
tripping over her own two feet. “He could probably carry all this himself.”
“He’s moving in today, too,” Feyre proclaimed, defending
him, although she did wish he was there with her.
They had been dating for a month, just about, and Feyre had
to admit that she was loving the honeymoon stage. They spent hours kissing
until their lips became chapped, and holding onto each other until ridiculous
hours in the morning.
They had met at orientation while Feyre was waltzing through the Greek Row booths.
He was there, with his fraternity, watching her move from
booth to booth. He was quiet, a little bit awkward with his words, a little bit
stiff and short when he spoke, but there was something about him Feyre could
not ignore, could not forget.
He was mesmerizing.
Their first date was the next night.
And they had spent nearly every day together since.
She sure wished he was there, though, helping her move in,
to begin this new chapter of her life. She was finally free, gone from the
small town an hour away that held her father, the man who was too lazy and too far
broken for Feyre, or either of her sisters, to heal. They had been trying for
too long. And Feyre was exhausted.
The thought of leaving used to make Feyre feel guilty. She
was the only one left, as Nesta had moved away five years before and made a
life for herself in the city. And Elain, sweet Elain, had left just a year
after to chase her own dream.
Feyre was his last hope, and she had failed him. He doesn’t want to be helped, Nesta
would always tell her, and near the end of her time spent under her father’s
roof, Feyre was beginning to agree.
You need to make
yourself happy. You need to take your own path, Elain would follow, more
graciously than their elder sister.
So, she did.
She had applied to the University of Velaris a few months
before, and before she could think twice about leaving her little, dinky
hometown, and her father, Feyre was moving to the City of Starlight. She
couldn’t wait for her first night there, to find out how the city got its
You had jeans and
only a bra on while your hands ran through the hangers, searching for something
to wear on top. Bucky wouldn’t tell you where he would take you that night, but
when you asked for a tip of what you should wear, he specifically said that a
dress or a skirt wouldn’t be very functional.
“Is this the part
where I get to say I told you so?” You looked over your shoulder to follow the
teasing voice. Sharon had a smug half smiled displayed on her face, leaning her
sides to the frame of your closet door, one hand on her waist. You heard Wanda
giggling from the spot where she was sitting on your bed, fumbling with your
lipstick case in her hands.