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[loveofbambi]

We all know Bobby has an egotistical bitchy best side, could we maybe see him trying to act like his breakup with Kat doesn’t hurt him as he uses the relationship with reader to basically rub into Kats face that he’s capable of moving on.

oh absolutely. i came up with this little blurb hope it fits 🥹🥹

The worst part wasn’t that Bobby missed Kat.

The worst part was that everybody knew he missed Kat.

So he did what Bobby always did when something got under his skin.

He got louder.

Funnier.

Meaner.

Every time Clark stopped by the furniture store, Bobby was draped across the counter with an arm slung around your shoulders, acting like he hadn’t spent three years attached to Kat’s hip.

“Can you believe I put up with her organizing everything by color?” he’d scoff dramatically.

You’d roll your eyes.

Clark would look unconvinced.

And Bobby would laugh a little too hard.

The second Kat walked into the store, the performance got worse.

His hand found yours immediately.

His smile got brighter.

His voice got louder.

“Oh, babe, can you grab that for me?”

Babe.

A word he’d never used before.

Not with you.

Not until Kat was standing close enough to hear it.

You hated it.

Not because you minded holding his hand.

Not because you minded being close to him.

But because you knew exactly why he was doing it.

One afternoon, Kat walked in looking for inventory sheets.

Bobby was sitting on the counter beside you.

The moment he saw her, his arm dropped around your shoulders.

“Hey, Kat.”

She barely glanced at him.

“Hey.”

That annoyed him more than if she’d started yelling.

You felt his fingers tighten slightly against your arm.

“Y/N and I are thinking about going to dinner tonight.”

You weren’t.

Kat nodded.

“Okay.”

“Maybe a movie after.”

“Cool.”

The smile on Bobby’s face began to crack.

Just a little.

Because she wasn’t jealous.

Wasn’t angry.

Wasn’t anything.

She just looked tired.

By the time she left, Bobby was practically hanging off you.

The door closed behind her.

Silence settled over the shop.

Then you looked at him.

“Bobby.”

“What?”

“You know she doesn’t care, right?”

His jaw tightened.

“Didn’t ask.”

“You’re trying way too hard.”

He laughed.

A sharp, humorless sound.

“Nah. I’m great.”

“You’ve checked the window six times since she left.”

That shut him up.

For a second, the confident act disappeared.

The grin.

The sarcasm.

All of it.

And suddenly he just looked like a guy whose girlfriend had left him.

A guy trying desperately not to let anyone see it.

His eyes dropped to the floor.

“You think she’s really over me?”

There it was.

The actual question.

Not whether he was over her.

Whether she was over him.

You sighed.

Because for all Bobby’s ego, all his attitude and smart remarks, there was something almost pathetic about the way he needed confirmation that he still mattered.

“I think,” you said carefully, “that if you’re dating me just to get a reaction out of her, you’re asking the wrong person.”

His face immediately twisted with guilt.

A rare thing on Bobby.

“That’s not—”

“It kind of is.”

He looked away.

For once he didn’t have a comeback.

Outside, the sun was beginning to set across the parking lot.

The furniture store felt strangely quiet.

And for the first time since the breakup, Bobby stopped acting like he was winning.

Because there wasn’t anything to win.

There was just him.

Still hurt.

Still angry.

Still watching the door every time it opened, hoping Kat would walk through it and prove she cared. Even if it was only enough to be jealous.

[loveofbambi]

could you….perhaps….maybe….do a fic of Bobby and Reader from Homewrecker where they don’t really care that Kats know..😃😬 Maybe they are doing some not so nice stuff on the display beds at work, all of them working at Captain Clark’s they are basically rubbing it in her face by being together. Like just light touches when moving by one another, pet names, all the things that just occur from them being homewreckers.

YES ABSOLUTELY. it would get to a point where they just wouldn’t give a fuck who sees how close they are. and not just like ‘ oh we’re abt to kiss ‘ but like them knowing each other deeply in a way friends dont

HOMEWRECKER

By this point, it wasn’t even subtle.

Maybe it had been once.

Maybe months ago, when conversations had stayed conversations and glances had stayed glances.

But now?

Now Bobby practically orbited you.

Kat noticed it first thing every shift.

Everyone did.

The second Bobby walked through the front doors of Captain Clark’s, his eyes automatically searched the showroom until they found you.

Every.

Single.

Time.

It didn’t matter if you were helping customers.

Didn’t matter if Clark was talking to him.

Didn’t matter if Kat was standing right beside him.

He’d still look for you first.

And the worst part?

You looked for him too.

The bell above the door rang.

Your head lifted automatically.

Bobby.

Of course it was Bobby.

The moment your eyes met, he grinned.

Not the polite smile he gave customers.

Not the sarcastic one he gave Clark.

The real one.

The one that made him look younger.

Kat was literally standing beside him.

You still smiled back.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

The nickname came out so naturally it took you a second to realize what he’d said.

Kat definitely realized.

Her head snapped toward him.

Bobby didn’t even seem to notice.

Or maybe he did.

Maybe that was worse.

“Morning.”

He tossed his backpack behind the register.

Then immediately walked over to where you were reorganizing throw pillows.

Not to Kat.

To you.

“You stole my shift yesterday.”

“You were late.”

“I was five minutes late.”

“You were twenty.”

“Allegedly.”

You rolled your eyes.

Bobby laughed.

Kat was still standing twenty feet away.

Watching.

The thing was, neither of you were making out in corners or sneaking off together.

That would’ve almost been easier.

Instead it was dozens of tiny things.

The kind of things people only did when they were comfortable with each other.

Bobby automatically carrying boxes that were meant for you.

You grabbing him a drink during lunch because you already knew what he wanted.

Inside jokes.

Private looks.

Finishing each other’s sentences.

Knowing exactly what the other person was thinking.

The sort of familiarity that couldn’t be faked.

At least not well.

Around noon, Clark asked Bobby to help move a dining set across the showroom.

You were already carrying one side.

Bobby immediately grabbed the other.

“You got it?”

“I’ve got it.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

“You wound me.”

“You’re dramatic.”

The entire way across the store, Bobby kept talking to you.

Not just coworker stuff, but the real deep stuff.

Like the two of you were alone.

Like there wasn’t an entire furniture store around you.

Like his girlfriend wasn’t literally visible three aisles away.

At one point you stumbled slightly over a rug.

Bobby’s hand immediately grabbed your elbow.

Steadying you before you’d even fully lost your balance.

The movement was instinctive.

Fast.

Automatic.

Neither of you thought about it.

Kat definitely did.

You caught the look on her face.

Bobby apparently didn’t care.

“You’re clumsy.”

“I’m not clumsy.”

“You absolutely are.”

“I tripped once.”

“You trip daily.”

“That’s a lie.”

“You tripped over a lamp last week.”

“The lamp attacked me.”

Bobby laughed so hard he nearly dropped his side of the table.

Across the room, Kat looked like she wanted to throw something at both of you.

Later, while restocking shelves, Bobby appeared beside you again.

You didn’t even ask why.

At this point he spent more time near you than anywhere else in the building.

“Clark’s looking for you.”

“No he’s not.”

“He was.”

“When?”

“Like twenty minutes ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bobby shrugged.

“You seemed busy.”

You stared.

“Busy doing what?”

“Talking to me.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

His grin widened.

“There it is.”

“What?”

“The look.”

“What look?”

“The one where you’re trying not to laugh.”

You hated how accurate he was.

The worst moment came near closing. The store was mostly empty. Clark was doing paperwork. Kat was updating inventory.

You were reorganizing a display shelf when Bobby walked past.

As he squeezed between you and the display, his hand brushed your shoulder.

A tiny touch.

Barely anything.

Except it wasn’t.

Because neither of you moved away afterward.

You just kept talking.

Like it was normal.

Like it was natural.

Like there was nothing strange about the way Bobby’s attention always drifted toward you.

The way yours drifted toward him.

Kat looked up from her clipboard.

The silence that followed was noticeable.

Even Clark looked up.

For a moment nobody said anything.

Then Bobby looked at you.

“Food after work?”

“Sure.”

“Good.”

“Why?”

“I already told the diner we were coming.”

You blinked.

“You called ahead?”

“I was hungry.”

“You are ridiculous.”

“I know.”

And just like that the conversation continued.

Easy.

Comfortable.

Familiar.

Like the two of you existed in your own little world.

The kind of familiarity people usually built after years together.

The kind that was impossible to explain away.

Across the showroom, Kat watched the entire thing.

And for the first time all day, Bobby actually noticed.

Their eyes met.

A normal person might’ve looked guilty.

Might’ve stepped back.

Might’ve created some distance.

Bobby just glanced at you and asked,

“So eight o’clock?”

Like nothing had happened at all.

Like he genuinely didn’t care who was watching.

And judging by the smile that pulled at your mouth,

Neither did you.

[loveofbambi]

HOMEWRECKER

Kat is your best friend.

She’s the first person you call when something good happens. The person who knows your favorite songs, your favorite movies, and every embarrassing thing you’ve ever done. She trusts you completely.

Which is why the guilt should be enough to make you stop.

But it never is.

It starts with harmless conversations. A few jokes. A few texts. Then suddenly you’re waiting for Bobby’s name to appear on your screen, smiling at messages you shouldn’t be getting, replaying every moment the two of you spend together.

Before long, you’re sneaking around behind Kat’s back.

Meeting him in empty parking lots after dark. Sitting a little too close in the back row of movie theaters. Finding excuses to disappear whenever he’s around. Every secret glance feels dangerous. Every stolen touch feels worse.

And somehow, that only makes it harder to walk away.

The worst part is how close you come to getting caught.

The way Kat almost sees Bobby pulling away from you when she unexpectedly turns the corner. The way your phone nearly lights up with his name while she’s sitting right beside you. The way your heart stops every time she asks where you’ve been, why you’re acting weird, why Bobby seems so nervous lately.

Sometimes you think she already knows.

Sometimes you swear she can see the truth written all over your face.

But then she smiles at you the same way she always has, and the guilt settles even deeper in your chest.

Because Bobby keeps saying he’ll tell her.

Tomorrow.

Next week.

Soon.

Yet “soon” never comes.

And every day the three of you continue pretending, the lies grow bigger. The secrets become heavier. The inevitable crash gets closer.

You know how this story ends.

People like you don’t get happy endings.

But when Bobby looks at you like you’re the only person in the room, when his hand finds yours where nobody can see, when he promises that one day you won’t have to hide anymore,

You almost let yourself believe him.

Almost.

Because secrets like this don’t stay buried forever.

And when Kat finally finds out what the two people she trusts most have been doing behind her back, everything you’ve built is going to come apart.

[loveofbambi]

big brother!aerion teaching his naive innocent sister how a man should be pleased. saying shit like “you are a targaryen and i would no have you make a fool of us” while kissing your neck, surely leaving marks as you softly whimpered, not knowing what the feeling in your belly was.

“and remember, no man will respect you if you act like a timid mouse. a targaryen woman must be confident and know how to handle her man’s needs. he pauses, his hand sliding down your waist “like this.”

he would guide your hand to his hardness, showing you how to touch him gently but firmly.* “see? a man likes to be touched like this. it pleases him. and as a targaryen woman, you must know how to please your man.”

he would lean close and whisper in your ear with a dangerous sweetness “be a good girl and wrap those soft hands around me. show me you understand your duty. a Targaryen does not falter, does not tremble—she takes control and gives her man exactly what he needs.” his hips shift slightly, encouraging you even more.

he watches as you hesitate, his expression softening in a mocking manner. “come now, little sister. don’t be shy. This is what marriage is. This is what men expect from their wives. If you can’t even touch your own brother, how will you ever please a husband?”