Dreamer

𝓟airing : natalie scatorccio x scott! reader

𝓢ummary : you twisted your ankled during an hunt.

𝓝/A : the request, hope you will like it 🤍

The injury itself wasn’t particularly bad, that what’s you kept telling yourself, anyway.

It had happened maybe twenty minutes earlier, when the two of you had been tracking a deer through the trees.

You’d stepped over a fallen branch without looking properly, your boot catching on something underneath the layer of snow and leaves. Your ankle twisted sharply, sending a hot burst of pain up your leg, and you’d gone down hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs.

Nat had been beside you almost instantly.

She’d dropped to one knee, rifle abandoned in the snow as her eyes moved quickly over you, checking your arms, your legs, your face. Her expression had gone tight in that particular way it always did when she was scared but refused to let herself look scared. “Where ?”

You’d waved her off before she’d even finished the question, “I’m fine.”

“You just fell.”

“And I’m still alive.”

Natalie had stared at you.

You’d stared back, then you’d pushed yourself upright. That had been your first mistake and the second had been insisting you could walk.

Now, several minutes later, you were limping through the woods with your rifle slung over your shoulder, trying very hard to make your steps look casual. They didn’t.

Every time your injured foot touched the ground, your face pinched despite your best efforts, and every few steps you had to subtly shift your weight onto your other leg.

She noticed it every single time.

She’d been walking beside you in silence, jaw clenched, occasionally glancing down at your ankle before looking ahead again. Her own rifle was held loosely in one hand, but her attention wasn’t on hunting anymore.

It was on you.

“You know,” you said eventually, trying to break the silence, “you’re being weird.”

“I’m not being weird.”

“You’ve been staring at my leg for the past ten minutes.”

“I’m making sure you don’t fall.”

“I won’t.”

Natalie gave you a flat look.

You smiled innocently, “I won’t,” you repeated, though the little wobble in your voice betrayed you.

She sighed through her nose and kept walking.

For another minute, you managed, then your foot caught against a root and your balance disappeared.

Natalie’s hand immediately shot out and grabbed your waist before you could hit the ground, “Jesus –”

“I had it,” you insisted, grabbing her arm for support.

“You absolutely did not.”

“I was correcting my balance.”

“You were falling.”

“I was -”

“Falling.”

You glared at her.

There was something almost funny about how stubbornly neither of you wanted to give in.

But you eventually pulled yourself upright, carefully removing her hand from your waist. “See ? All fine.”

Nat’s eyes narrowed, “you’re limping.”

“I’m walking.”

“You’re limping while walking.”

“That’s still walking.”

She stopped.

You took two more steps before realizing she’d fallen behind.

When you turned around, she was standing in the middle of the trail, staring at you with an expression that immediately told you that whatever patience she’d had left was gone.

“Nat.”

“No.”

“What ?”

“Nope.” She dropped her rifle into the snow.

Your eyebrows lifted. “What are you doing ?”

She walked toward you, “I’m taking you back.”

“I can walk back.”

“I know you can walk.”

You relaxed slightly, “exactly.”

“But you’re not going to.”

Your mouth fell open.

Before you could argue, she stepped beside you, hooked one arm firmly around your waist, and pulled against her. You made an offended noise as she shifted your arm over her shoulders, “Nat.”

“Stop.”

“I can literally walk.”

“Great. You can walk while I help you.”

“This is humiliating.”

“This is happening.” She adjusted her grip beneath your arm, pulling you closer until most of your weight rested against her.

You immediately tried to straighten yourself, stubbornly attempting to put more pressure on your good leg.

She noticed, “don’t.”

“I wasn’t doing anything.”

“You were trying to walk without me.”

“Because I can.”

She looked at you and you looked back, then she simply started walking.

The movement forced you to follow her rhythm, your arm hooked around her shoulders while her arm stayed securely around your waist.

Whenever you stumbled, she tightened her grip automatically, keeping you upright without even needing to look down.

You grumbled under your breath, “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I might.”

“Sure.”

“I could.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

You huffed and rested your head briefly against her shoulder, mostly because you were tired and partly because you wanted to annoy her.

She glanced sideways, “You’re comfortable ?”

“No.”

“Good.”

You smiled despite yourself.

And for a while, neither of you spoke.

The woods were quiet except for your uneven footsteps and the crunch of snow beneath her boots. Every so often, you tried to push yourself away from her, convinced you were putting too much weight on her, and every time you did, her arm tightened around your waist and pulled you back.

Eventually, you muttered, “You’re carrying me like I’m some helpless princess.”

“You’re not a princess.”

“Wow.”

“You’re worse.”

You gasped dramatically and Natalie finally laughed, it was small and breathless, but real.

You looked up at her, smiling, “there she is.”

“What ?”

“You smiled.”

“I smile.”

“Not often.”

Natalie shook her head, but the corner of her mouth stayed lifted, “you talk too much.”

“You like when I talk.”

“Debatable.”

“You’d miss me if I stopped.”

That made her quiet.

For just a second, her eyes dropped toward you, then she looked forward again, “yeah,” she murmured.

The answer was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. Your teasing expression softened and you didn’t say anything after that. Instead, you let yourself lean more heavily against her, she didn’t complain.

She only adjusted her arm around your waist, making sure you were secure, and kept dragging you through the trees toward camp.

By the time the first glimpse of the cabin appeared through the branches, you were exhausted enough to stop pretending you weren’t, you let out a long sigh.

“We’re almost there.”

“I know.”

“And you’re still carrying me.”

“Dragging you.”

“Same thing.”

“No. Carrying would mean your feet aren’t touching the ground.”

You looked down ; one foot was, in fact, barely touching the snow, “technicality.”

“Whatever helps you sleep.”

You smiled, resting your cheek against her shoulder again.

After a few seconds, she looked down at you, “you scared me, you know.”

Your smile disappeared, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.” Her voice was softer now, she squeezed your waist gently, just once, “still did.”

You swallowed, suddenly finding it much harder to make another joke so instead, you squeezed her shoulder, “I’m okay.”

Nat looked at you for a long moment before nodding, “yeah.” She looked toward the cabin, “you are.”

Then she pulled you a little closer and continued toward camp, refusing to let you put your full weight on that ankle until someone could properly look at it.

And, naturally, you complained the entire way, she won’t have had it any other way.

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Well… that’s should be alarming but Regina actually calmed me down a bit lmaoo

─ pairing: Modern Aerion Targaryen x ex-wife!reader ─ summary: Aerion has a lot to be sorry for. ─ content: Just two people who have no business being together ─ a/n: I thought this was cute! They're cute. Thank you for reading

EX-HUSBANDS MASTERLIST

Aerion, Marcellus, Bobby, Shawn, Peter x reader

N:a It took so long but it’s finally here! That’s probably one of the worst things I’ve ever written so I apologize if it is that bad..

Mdni, very suggestive in some parts, angst, Shawn is an asshole, toxic relationship, the boys are a bit stupid but are head over heels for their girl <3

Wc : ~2931

Aerion Targaryen ˖ ࣪⊹

˖ ࣪⊹ Oh, girl.

˖ ࣪⊹ The arguments always start because of him.

˖ ࣪⊹ Either he is jealous, or he is being—or has been—cruel.

˖ ࣪⊹ And at the end, you either coddle him until he ends up pouting, or he says some utterly fucked-up thing and you give him the silent treatment for days.

˖ ࣪⊹ Aerion is a spoiled prince who has always gotten away with everything. So, the first time a truly big argument settled between you—after he insulted your house customs, your blood, and practically your entire genealogy tree—he merely scoffed when you left without another word, clearly expecting you to calm down and come back to apologize later.

˖ ࣪⊹ What a fool.

˖ ࣪⊹ Because he was wrong.

˖ ࣪⊹ You ignored him in private, but also at court. And that was the beginning of his punishment.

˖ ࣪⊹ He didn’t want to admit it but it was torture.

˖ ࣪⊹ You were his wife, after all. The only person who genuinely loved him and, more importantly, the only person who knew exactly how to handle him.

˖ ࣪⊹ And now you were ignoring him?

˖ ࣪⊹ How dare you?

˖ ࣪⊹ To whom was he supposed to complain when nobles at court looked at him stupidly? Who was going to quietly correct him and hide her laughter when he spat some controversial—but undeniably funny—insult at one of the lords?

˖ ࣪⊹ Who was going to slap his chest with flushed cheeks when he leaned over during dinner and whispered something filthy and wildly inappropriate into your ear?

˖ ࣪⊹ Well, not you.

˖ ࣪⊹ And Aerion absolutely hated it.

˖ ࣪⊹ The issue was that Aerion was a particularly shameless prince, hopelessly in love with his pretty lady wife, and he simply could not keep his hands to himself.

˖ ࣪⊹ He tried everything. Compliments. Gifts. Hovering around you. Following you from one room to another under increasingly ridiculous excuses.

˖ ࣪⊹ Nothing worked.

˖ ࣪⊹ So eventually, your prince decided that bedding you would probably end the argument.

˖ ࣪⊹ He was wrong.

˖ ࣪⊹ Again.

˖ ࣪⊹ His hands had barely made it to the strap of your nightgown before you slapped his hand away and gave him a single warning glance.

˖ ࣪⊹ Aerion froze.

˖ ࣪⊹ He stared at you as though he genuinely couldn’t believe you had just rejected him. He almost scoffed in irritation.

˖ ࣪⊹ That’s when he noticed he was hard.

˖ ࣪⊹ He finally understood that neither his charm nor his usual compliments were going to get him what he wanted.

˖ ࣪⊹ The frown on his face would have made you laugh but you had to hold it in..

˖ ࣪⊹ And eventually but reluctantly, Aerion apologized.

˖ ࣪⊹ it was a bit awkward, but you knew he meant it and was not someone to admit he was wrong, so you forgave him <3

˖ ࣪⊹ And when you finally accepted it, the tension between you finally broke.

˖ ࣪⊹ Let’s just say you guys haven’t gotten much sleep that night lol

˖ ࣪⊹ By morning, the maids were quietly reassured to discover that you had finally reconciled, especially after having endured several days of their prince becoming progressively more irritable, dramatic, and crueler to everyone unfortunate enough to cross his path. (Yes even more than usual)

˖ ࣪⊹ The issue was that Aerion seemed to forgot others people were leaving in this castle too

˖ ࣪⊹ And Aerion had never been someone to hide his passion for you publicly and in privacy

˖ ࣪⊹ and he was especially Clingier and touchier than usual after a fight

˖ ࣪⊹ the staff had started to complain to the boy’s father that you guys were doing it everywhere, you had been caught is the stairwell, the gardens, and in a corridor

˖ ࣪⊹ All that is just a week

˖ ࣪⊹ it finally ended when you were caught fucking in Maekar’s study.

˖ ࣪⊹ By Maekar himself

˖ ࣪⊹ The silence that followed was absolutely devastating.

˖ ࣪⊹ you were trying to avoid the prince shocked eyes while trying to cover yourself as well

˖ ࣪⊹ You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

˖ ࣪⊹ And Maekar’s expression said very clearly that he was going to remember this for the rest of his life, and wondered if his hair were truly white by birth or because of his son.

˖ ࣪⊹ "Father” he has greeted him as he was putting his trousers back on and hiding you with his body “we were just trying for a heir”

˖ ࣪⊹ “Seven hell..Just get the fuck out of here” The Anvil was sure he gad gotten 10 years older as he was leaving the room trying to forget what he had seen.

Shawn Heard ˖ ࣪⊹

˖ ࣪⊹ This guy will always put the blame on you.

˖ ࣪⊹ The worst part is that he’s always the one who starts the argument, saying stupid shit just because he doesn’t want to admit he’s jealous. Because admiting he is jealous means he actually cares about you, and to him, caring means being weak.

˖ ࣪⊹ The argument started with something stupid, like usual, this time it because of a party. You didn’t even wanted to go, but Shawn told you that he was always driving your ass everywhere and that you could at least come with him and be a good girlfriend.

˖ ࣪⊹ So you went with him. And this asshole left you alone in a corner of the room because his friends were there. He told you he would be gone for five minutes. And then twenty minutes had already passed.

˖ ࣪⊹ You had always been uncomfortable with socializing with people, especially at these kind of “frat-boy” parties. Since Shawn still wasn’t coming back, you eventually decided to go look for him yourself.

˖ ࣪⊹ And, well, it seemed like he was completely fine with the way he was letting some chick laugh in his face and touch him. You just scoffed and immediately turned around, deciding to grab a drink before you completely lost your shit and started crying.

˖ ࣪⊹ You knew Shawn would never cheat on you. Or, rather, you hoped he wouldn’t. But he loved the attention. He loved knowing that he was desired, and he had never been particularly good at hiding how much he enjoyed it. And every time you confronted him about it, he would get angry, accusing you of always suspecting him of something and calling you an insecure bitch. Then, once he realised that he had overstepped because you were crying, he would apologise and insist that he didn’t mean it, pulling you into his arms as though that somehow erased all the fucked up things he had just said.

˖ ࣪⊹ And that was how you ended up in this situation. A random guy started flirting with you, clearly assuming you were available. You rejected him with an uncomfortable smile, repeatedly trying to make it obvious that you weren’t interested. But Shawn didn’t see it that way. From across the room, he saw your smile and immediately interpreted it as flirting. He started cursing under his breath, abruptly pushing the girl away from him before making his way toward you with his jaw clenched.

˖ ࣪⊹ Before you could even understand what was happening, Shawn had already gotten into a fight with the guy. He beat the shit out of him before grabbing you by the wrist, dragging you out of the house and practically shoving you into his truck. You were stupid enough to think he would atleast ask if you were okay.

˖ ࣪⊹ He didn’t. Instead, he started yelling at you, hitting the steering wheel to emphasise every insult and every burst of anger. Making you flinch each time btw.

˖ ࣪⊹ His eyes were filled with fury as he spat out words you both knew he would regret later. He accused you of dressing like a slut because you wanted people to stare at you. The irony wasn’t lost on you. He was the one who had picked that dress for you.

˖ ࣪⊹ He had looked at you before the party, smirked, and told you how good you looked for him before kissing you. And now he was throwing those same words back at you as though they meant something completely different.

˖ ࣪⊹ When the tears finally started falling, he just scoffed. “Here we go again. Fucking crybaby. That’s all you do, fucking cry.” You had tried to swallow the sob threatening to escape you. You really tried but it came out anyway.

˖ ࣪⊹ And then he accused you of cheating on him. That was what finally broke something inside you, leading to your hand collinding to his cheek. His reaction was immediate, his mouth fell open in shock.

˖ ࣪⊹ Your palm immediately started hurting, but you didn’t care. You simply sobbed harder before opening the door and getting out of the truck.

˖ ࣪⊹ Your makeup was ruined, your cheeks were wet with tears, and the night air immediately made you shiver. You started walking down the road, wrapping your arms around yourself whenever another cold gust of wind passed over your skin. You didn’t know where you were going. You just knew you couldn’t stay there.

˖ ࣪⊹ Ten minutes later, a familiar truck slowed down beside you. You scoffed at the nerve he had to come after you. Shawn looked awful. There wasn’t a trace of anger left on his face anymore. The fury had disappeared, replaced entirely by guilt.

˖ ࣪⊹ You turned toward him and immediately started yelling. You cursed him out, screamed at him, told him exactly what you thought of him while tears continued falling down your face. And he let you. He simply stood there and let you get everything out.

˖ ࣪⊹ Then, finally, he stepped out of the truck and pulled you against his chest. You resisted at first, tried to hit him, failed, then his arms tightened around you. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m fucking stupid. I don’t deserve you… You’re so perfect, and I always spoil everything…”

˖ ࣪⊹ And, of course, you forgave him. Because you loved him so much and despite everything, some part of you still believed this version of Shawn who apologised afterward, the sweet boy you fell for would remain. And because all you could do was hope that, one day, he would finally change and stop destroying you..

Marcellus ˖ ࣪⊹

˖ ࣪⊹ Arguments did not often happen between you and your husband.

˖ ࣪⊹ You were beautiful, loyal to him, a dutiful wife, never doing anything to anger him. You pleased him in his bed, knew how to suck his cock and you had already given him a son.

˖ ࣪⊹ Yet he was still an asshole to everyone else. Even though Marcellus had grown fond of you, and had come to love you in his own way, he was terribly harsh with your son.

˖ ࣪⊹ That very day, Marcellus had called your son a useless, stupid brat. The boy was only a toddler and did not yet understand every word, but he understood the anger behind them. He began to cry, earning another curse from your husband, who was starting to get a headache from the child’s wailing.

˖ ࣪⊹ A servant came to take your son away while you sat before your vanity, removing your jewels one by one. That was when Marcellus thought it wise to reproach you for failing in your duties as his wife, claiming that you had given him nothing but a useless heir.

˖ ࣪⊹ Not a sound left your lips but your hands stopped for the briefest moment before you calmly returned to removing your jewelry.

˖ ࣪⊹ That was when the silence began

˖ ࣪⊹ Marcellus mistook your silence for agreement. He thought that, perhaps, you knew he was right. (He’s so stupid)

˖ ࣪⊹ He was wrong lol

˖ ࣪⊹ It was merely the calm before the storm.

˖ ࣪⊹ You were furious with him. How dare he? After the difficult pregnancy you had endured, the agonizing labor that had nearly cost you your life, and every hardship you had suffered to bring his son into the world… and he dared to have the audacity to call the boy useless?

˖ ࣪⊹ When he joined you for breakfast the following day and you did not so much as acknowledge his presence, he was confused at first. What the hell was wrong with you?

˖ ࣪⊹ But Marcellus was not a patient man. He demanded to know what had offended you, forcing the words from you despite the raised voice and deathly glare you gave him.

˖ ࣪⊹ the sight was enough to make his cock throb

˖ ࣪⊹ god forbids a man is attracted to his hot bossy wife

˖ ࣪⊹ When you finally threw his own words back at him, he immediately tried to defend himself, insisting that he was the one being wronged.

˖ ࣪⊹ You could only scoff because the worst part was that he genuinely believed every word he was saying.

˖ ࣪⊹ So, you sighed and you told him that perhaps he should take another wife. Perhaps another woman would be more capable of giving him the perfect heir he so desperately wanted.

˖ ࣪⊹ Marcellus rose from where he was laying and seized you by the throat.

˖ ࣪⊹ His jaw was clenched, and despite yourself, your eyes wandered briefly to the veins standing out along his forearms. And the visible bump against his toga.

˖ ࣪⊹ And somehow, that argument ended with him between your legs, hidden by the silks of your own stola, his tongue teasing you until every last bit of your anger became considerably harder to maintain. While he was rubbing his cock on the hard silk of the couch of the triclinium— trying to not come so fast.

˖ ࣪⊹ you may have fucked on the center table as well, not a single thought on traumatizing the servants sharing the room nor of the damage you made when you decided to push the plates and food on the floor

˖ ࣪⊹ Sex had always left Marcellus strangely vulnerable. Afterwards, when his pride had finally softened, he admitted that he had been wrong—and that he might had been far too harsh with your son.

˖ ࣪⊹ He apologized to you, too, excusing his behavior on court and the pressure on his shoulders

˖ ࣪⊹ and also threatened you, to never mention him taking a second wife nor speak of leaving him again

Peter Prior ˖ ࣪⊹

˖ ࣪⊹ You unfortunately often argued with Peter.

˖ ࣪⊹ It was never anything particularly huge, but somehow, it was always the same issue.

˖ ࣪⊹ His job always came before you.

˖ ࣪⊹ He denied it every single time you argued of course, but deep down, you both knew it was true.

˖ ࣪⊹ You had stopped counting the number of times Danvers had called him and the way he would immediately drop everything just to answer.

˖ ࣪⊹ You truly loved Peter, and you knew Peter loved you too. But lately, it simply didn’t feel like it was enough anymore.

˖ ࣪⊹ Today was your three year anniversary. You had planned this little date months ago, making sure his schedule would be completely empty. You had spent three hours exactly preparing dinner, carefully making everything he liked and making sure every little detail was perfect.

˖ ࣪⊹ Everything was ready. Table was set, the food was still warm and the candles were lit as well. And Peter should be home any minute now. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. And eventually, the minutes turned into hours.

˖ ࣪⊹ You didn’t cry, which suprised you. maybe you were simply too used to being disappointed.

˖ ࣪⊹ Or maybe your brain had already prepared itself for the possibility that tonight would end exactly like all the other nights when work had somehow become more important than you.

˖ ࣪⊹ When Peter finally came home, it was late. Very late. The house was quiet when he stepped inside.

˖ ࣪⊹ You had still left his plate on the table, untouched. The food had gone cold hours ago, and the candles you’d carefully arranged had completely melted down, leaving nothing but small pools of wax.

˖ ࣪⊹ That’s when something seemed to flash through Peter’s mind. Your anniversary.

˖ ࣪⊹ He took off his shoes and coat before making his way toward your chambers after cursing himself at least ten times.

˖ ࣪⊹ Your back was turned toward the door, but he knew you weren’t asleep. And you already knew he felt guilty. You could practically picture the sad little puppy expression he was probably making right now, the same one that usually made it impossible for you to stay angry with him. But tonight, you had nothing left to give.

˖ ࣪⊹ You were tired. Tired of pouring your energy into a relationship where you felt like you were the only one constantly trying. Tired of making plans around his schedule. Tired of being understanding. Tired of forgiving. Tired of always being the one who is getting the crumbs.

˖ ࣪⊹ You heard his footsteps stop behind you. “I’m sorry, baby…” His voice was quiet. And he sounded like he was searching for his next words. “And I know being sorry isn’t going to change how badly I fucked up tonight, but I promise I’ll fix this. Please, just—” His voice cracked slightly. Like somewhere deep down, he already knew he had pushed you too far this time.“Please… just let me fix this.”

˖ ࣪⊹ Your eyes had finally decided to betray you. Tears had started to slip down your cheeks, but you quickly wiped them away, trying to keep your composure. You didn’t want him to think that your tears meant you were already ready to forgive him.“I think it would be best if you slept on the couch tonight,” you finally whispered. You took a breath before sighing. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

˖ ࣪⊹ You didn’t see him bite his lower lip nor the frown his eyebrows made. But you heard the tiny, defeated— “Okay.” Then came the quiet shuffle of his clothes as he turned around and left the room.

˖ ࣪⊹ Peter knew he had fucked up badly. And for once, there was no excuse he could give himself.

˖ ࣪⊹ No mission, Nor an emergency and not even Danvers calling.

˖ ࣪⊹ He barely slept that night. he called Danvers and told her he was taking a few days off.

˖ ࣪⊹ He just wanted his girl back. And he was desperate to try everything. And for once, work could wait.

˖ ࣪⊹ What Peter didn’t know was that you were already dangerously close to forgiving him.

˖ ࣪⊹ again because we are clowns when it comes to men.

˖ ࣪⊹ you couldn’t stand looking at his sad puppy eyes.

˖ ࣪⊹ and despite everything, you missed him terribly. And perhaps because three years of loving Peter had taught you one very unfortunate thing

˖ ࣪⊹ you loved him so much and couldn’t see your life without him being part of it.

Bobby Franklin ˖ ࣪⊹

˖ ࣪⊹ Arguments with him are pretty much 50/50.

˖ ࣪⊹ Either he starts them, or you do.

˖ ࣪⊹ This time, though, you started it —it was clearly his fault but yeah—

˖ ࣪⊹ Bobby had been editing some things on his camera while telling you about the latest news, rambling on as he usually did. You were only half-listening until he casually mentioned that Clark had hired a new girl.

˖ ࣪⊹ Kat.

˖ ࣪⊹ She was pretty, and at first, you didn’t have anything against her.

˖ ࣪⊹ You weren’t insecure, and you weren’t going to hate some random girl simply because she happened to share shifts with your boyfriend.

˖ ࣪⊹ Until they started hanging out together.

˖ ࣪⊹ You finally met her one night at a party one of your friends was throwing. Bobby had invited her because she’d only recently arrived in Santa Clara, and he thought socializing would be good for her.

˖ ࣪⊹ The moment you arrived with him, you noticed the way she looked at him.

˖ ࣪⊹ You knew that look because she looked at him the same way you did.

˖ ࣪⊹ And Bobby seemed completely unaware. Or maybe he knew and simply didn’t care.

˖ ࣪⊹ You also noticed the disappointed look that crossed her face when she saw you walking in behind Bobby. Which disappeared almost immediately when Bobby introduced you as his friend.

˖ ࣪⊹ umm Hello?

˖ ࣪⊹ You were so shocked that you didn’t even think to correct him. You just stood there, staring at him, completely stunned. But the sensation in your chest remained.

˖ ࣪⊹ That awful little pinch in your heart.

˖ ࣪⊹ When you eventually went home together, the ride back was completely silent.

˖ ࣪⊹ And it was making Bobby uncomfortable. He kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye, clearly trying to figure out what was wrong.

˖ ࣪⊹ Eventually, he couldn’t take the silence anymore. “You okay?”

˖ ࣪⊹ That was all it took. The anger immediately took control of your body.

˖ ࣪⊹ a lot of people explode when they’re angry. You did not. And you were much calmer.

˖ ࣪⊹ And somehow, that was always worse because people didn’t know what to expect from you

˖ ࣪⊹ Your eyes never left the road as you simply told him that y’all would talk at home.

˖ ࣪⊹ And there he was, practically pissing his pants. Because this idiot knew he had done something. He just couldn’t figure out what.

˖ ࣪⊹ He’d been high all day, and now he was starting to wonder if he’d said something stupid without even realising it.

˖ ࣪⊹ When you arrived home, you confronted him immediately. “So we’re just friends now?”

˖ ࣪⊹ Silence. Ten whole seconds of silence. Before Bobby finally released a breath he’d apparently been holding for ages before letting out a little laugh. “Oh so this is what it’s all about?”

˖ ࣪⊹ You genuinely considered choking him.

˖ ࣪⊹ Or perhaps smashing his precious camera over his fucking head.

˖ ࣪⊹ You hadn’t decided yet.

˖ ࣪⊹ He immediately tried to come closer, attempting to kiss you while insisting that it had only been a slip-up. But you weren’t having any of it.

˖ ࣪⊹ He almost told you that you were overreacting..

˖ ࣪⊹ but the stare you gave him made him reconsider those words before they could even leave his mouth.

˖ ࣪⊹ It took you fifteen entire minutes of explaining why what he had said wasn’t okay.

˖ ࣪⊹ How it wasn’t just some harmless little mistake.

˖ ࣪⊹ How he would have thrown an absolute fucking tantrum at that same party if you’d dared to introduce him as your friend.

˖ ࣪⊹ And then you finally added the part that seemed to make everything click in his head.

˖ ࣪⊹ Kat was clearly into him.

˖ ࣪⊹ There was another moment of silence before it finally clocked.

˖ ࣪⊹ look he’s a bit slow okay but he’s trying. 🫩 #stillaman

˖ ࣪⊹ He finally apologised, told you that he genuinely hadn’t meant to hurt you and that introducing you that way had been nothing more than a stupid slip-up.

˖ ࣪⊹ he might have gone down on you to show you how sorry he was. (Bro is just horny)

˖ ࣪⊹ By the next shift, he arrived at the furniture store with his neck absolutely covered in hickeys.

˖ ࣪⊹ kat didn’t try anything else after that…so mission succeed

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