80s Band Imagines

💜Steven #9- Doesn't Fit Right

Angsty Fluff

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"June, honey, you almost ready?"
Steven called from outside the bathroom door.

"Yeah, give me a second."
I called out, trying to hide the crack in my voice.

"Do you need help sipping up your dress, honeybun?"
He asked.

"Um. S-sure. Just give me a s-second."
I said, quickly wiping the tears from my face.

"Can I come in?"
Steven asked after a few minutes.

"Yeah, Steven."
I said, turning to face away from him, my back and zipper facing him.

"How come you didn't yell for me, babe? Would've come to help you sooner."
He mumbled, tugging my dress together and trying the get the zipper up. When it finally went up, I turned to look in the mirror.

"Y'look perfect, honey."
Steven said, standing behind me and resting his head on my shoulder.

"Thank you."
I said, looking down and twirling my fingers around each other.

"What's the matter, baby? Can see it written all over your face; there's something wrong."
Steven said, looking at me through the mirror.

"It's just. The dress doesn't fit right."
I mumbled, still not meeting his eyes.

"What d'you mean, honeybun?"
Steven asked, just eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

"I mean, I don't like the way I look in it."
I sighed.

"Why not, June? Y'look fuckin' phenomenal."
Steven reasoned, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I just don't like how instead of accentuating my ass or hips, all it's doing is making my stomach look fat. I mean, I know I have a muffin top, but all this does is make it more obvious."
I rambled, a few tears sliding down my cheeks.

"Oh, baby. No."
Steven shook his head, before forcing me to turn around and bringing me into his arms. I let out a few whimpers but tried to keep my tears at bay.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean t-"

"Stop it, June. Don't you dare apologize for telling me something that's bothering you."
Steven said firmly.

"But-"

"No buts. Now, how about we take this dress off of you, and I'll show you how beautiful you really are."
He whispered into my ear.

"But th-e party. T-the guys-"
I sniffled.

"Will be fine. They don't need to me get shitfaced."
Steven said, trying his best to ease my worries.

"Okay."
I sighed.

"C'mon, honey, turn around, and I'll help you take your dress off."
Steven said, turning my body around and unzipping my dress.

"I'll go in a minute, you don't have to-"

"June Adler, I said I was going to help you out of this dress, and I intend to do that. Now face me."
Steven said firmly, leaving no room for arguments.
I sighed and turned around to look at him. His hands grabbed the thin spaghetti straps and pulled them down my shoulders before sliding the dress the rest of the way down my body, leaving me in my underwear. My hands instinctively went around my stomach and boobs, trying to hide as much of myself as I could.

"Please don't hide from me, honeybun. Let me see you."
Steven whispered, resting his forehead on mine and leaving a small kiss there. Steven left a few kisses on my forehead, cheeks, and nose before pressing his lips to mine softly.