𝕊𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕋ℍ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕋 | B.L & S.M

7 | S.M

PROMPT: You and Stu had a big fight.

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The room felt smaller than usual, the once-familiar space now stifling, as if the walls themselves had closed in around them. They stood on opposite ends of Stu's living room, their words still ringing sharply in the air.

What had started as a minor disagreement—a teasing remark that might have been brushed off any other day—had somehow spiraled into this fierce argument.

Stu was pacing, his long strides agitated, fingers tangling and untangling in his hair as he tried to wrestle his emotions down.

There was a tightness around his eyes she hadn't seen before, a crease in his brow that hinted at something deeper, something she knew he hadn't shared.

Her heart ached at the sight, but her frustration was still raw, too powerful to ignore.

"Why can't you just understand what I'm saying?" she asked, her voice louder than she intended. "You act like I'm trying to control you, but that's not it, Stu. I just... I worry about you."

He stopped pacing, turning to face her, and for a brief second, she thought she saw a flash of vulnerability in his eyes. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual defensive edge.

"Worry about me?" he echoed, voice laced with bitterness. "Why would you even say that? I've been taking care of myself long before you showed up, sweetheart."

The nickname, usually so endearing, cut her like glass this time. "That's not fair. You know that's not what I mean." She crossed her arms, trying to keep her composure. "You do these things without thinking, Stu. You rush headfirst into everything, and I can't help but wonder when it's going to get you hurt, or worse..."

Stu scoffed, his jaw clenching as he shook his head. "You think I don't know what I'm doing?" His voice was rising, a rare intensity behind it that sent a shiver down her spine. "You think I'm just some impulsive idiot, right? Just a reckless guy who'll burn out and disappear?"

"That's not what I said!" she protested, her own voice growing louder. "But maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't kill you to slow down sometimes! To actually think about the things you do and how they affect the people around you!"

"Oh, now I'm affecting you?" His tone was sharp, each word dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sorry if I'm a little too much for you to handle, princess."

"Stop twisting my words," she snapped, her frustration spilling over. "You make it sound like I'm some uptight, controlling person trying to ruin all your fun. I just don't want you to keep throwing yourself into risky situations without a second thought. Is that really so hard to understand?"

Stu let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "You know what's hard to understand? That you, of all people, would look at me and think I'm some screw-up waiting to happen. I thought you knew me better than that."

The accusation stung, and she struggled to find the right words. "Stu, it's not about thinking you're a screw-up. It's about wanting you to be safe. You mean something to me, okay? You're... important, and I don't want to watch you get hurt because of something stupid."

He narrowed his eyes, crossing his own arms now as he regarded her with a mix of anger and hurt. "So, what, you think I can't handle myself? That I need you to babysit me?"