" YOU'RE GONNA RUIN YOUR SHOES " — warner huntington.
MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: yt link for context. unfinished wip. WARNINGS: fem reader | girly bimbo reader trope | established relationship | size difference
A piercing, shrill shriek emits from high in your throat. WARNER HUNTINGTON's eyes widen in response to the public embarrassment even though, by now, he's used to it. You're gravely upset over the loss of the pretty pink pumps in Cosmo you've had your eye on for weeks: sold out before you could even walk through the door to the mall. Warner had escorted you, let you passenger princess it up in his Mercedes, even promised he'd pay for them—anything his duchess wants—and now-! Now-!
A dramatic sob bubbles up from your chest, jerking your body as you cry woefully into your hand. If people weren't so off-put by your resounding scream ringing in their ears, they might've felt sorry for you. Warner is trained in your classic meltdowns, and his hand raises from the small of your back to wrap around your shoulders.
Gently, he jostles you as he tucks you into his side, away from prying eyes. "Aw, c'mon, precious. We'll get 'em next time." he coos, optimistically. It's only to pacify you, uneasily glancing around at the judgmental passersby.
"They'll- they'll be out of- season next time!" you insist your pain, and when you throw yourself onto his chest, he curls further around you. Comfortingly, his big hand strokes up and down your back, fixing his cheek onto the top of your head.
In your fits of sorrow, you don't hear him converse with the saleswoman, asking if they had happened to have a new shipment come in that they just hadn't put out yet. Didn't hear anything up until she exclaimed, "You're in luck!" And the rest becomes a blur. You snatch them up, wipe your wet mascara from your cheeks, throw your arms around Warner, kissing and loving on him all the way home. Any girl from your sorority would've thought you and him had gotten it on during the car ride evident by his mussed up hair.
