Peter pan/ Robbie Kay imagines

Hit me again and see what happens

Strong language and abuse warning ⚠️

Y/N's p.o.v.
"Why don't you trust me! I swear all you do is watch over me like a hawk, I can't talk to, let alone even think about talking to a guy, because you get so damn jealous! I'm sick of it, Robbie. He is a friend and you damn well know that!" I yell, probably loud enough for half the neighbourhood to hear. "Don't you yell at me, Y/N!" "But you can yell at me, right? Cause you're the man of the house?" "Whatever. Stop trying to make this my fault" Robbie screamed, his fists clenched at his sides. "Oh so what? It's fucking my fault? It's my fault that I have male friends? It's my fault that you're a dick?" "It's not that you have male friends that's the problem, Y/N. The problem is you being a slut" that was it. I understand having fights about these kinds of things but to cross the line and call me a slut... that's taking it too far. "You know what. Fuck you, Robbie. You need to grow the fuck up and stop acting like a cunt all the time! I swear it's like living with a fucking child half the time!" he rolls his, clenching his fists harder, "Oh, like you're such a saint to live with, Y/N!"
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This argument had been going on for atleast an hour now. "Just run along with your little "boy toy", if he knew what was best for him, he wouldn't hang around you!" "So I can't have one male friend but you can have countless girls practically throw themselves at you? And you call me a slut. I guess you really are easy aren't you. They could just bat their eyes are you, smile and twirl their hair and you would be in bed with them. And you have trouble trusting me? Get a fucken grip, Robbie!" I'm surprised the police hadn't turned up on our doorstep with the way we were going at it. What I was about to say would make things take a turn for the worse, as if our fight wasn't bad enough already. "You know what? Sometimes I have no fucking idea why I'm even with you. I have no clue anymore. It's like you don't even give two shits about me anymore. You have too many Hoes throwing themselves at you, it's like take a fucking number and wait with you and I've had it up to here. Sometimes I wish I could just fucking strangle you cause you drive me up the fucking wall" there are some things you say, and others you keep to yourself, that was one of those things I wish I kept to myself, there was no taking that back. Especially since I had pushed Robbie far enough to hit me. He planted a nice big slap on the right side of my face. His expression instantly changing from anger to sorrow. "Y/N, I'm so sor-" without letting him finish, I ran to our room, tears quickly streaming down my face. "Y/N!" "Leave me alone!" I scream slamming the door behind me, dropping face first into my pillow.
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Robbie had left me alone to calm down a little bit. In fact, I was almost asleep when he came to check on me. "Y/N, are you okay? I didn't mean to hit. You know I never wanted to hit you" he says softly as his cracks. "I'm fine. I shouldn't have pushed you into hitting me. I shouldn't have said what I did. It's my fault that you hit me" "Y/N, don't blame yourself for this. I couldn't live with myself knowing that you're blaming yourself for this" "but it is my fault" I only just managed to say as tears ran down my face again, Robbie placed his hand on my thigh, giving it a tight squeeze, "don't cry, I can't stand seeing you in pain. Especially since I was the one to cause it. I know it will take time, but please, forgive me. Even if it's years from now. Please forgive me. With all of my heart, I did not mean to hit you. I hate myself for it, I really do. I just hope we can make it back from this. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, maybe not even next month, but I hope one day, you'll forgive me" I lay down and pat Robbie's side of the bed, he smiles in the slightest way before climbing on to the bed and throwing his arm over my waist as he gets comfortable, resting his head in the crook of my neck. "I really am sorry, Y/N. If I could go back and change it or stop it from happening I would" He whispers, interlinked our fingers. "I know Robbie. I forgive you, we were both just letting off some steam and it got the better of us. But, hit me again and see what happenes" I say, closing my eyes to blink back more tears. He kisses my check, tightening his grip on my waist. "Oh don't worry, I won't ever hit again. I promise. I don't want to lose you. Ever" he says, bring my body closer to his. No relationship is prefect, but little moments like these prefect, and that's all that matters. It was the calm after a storm. And no matter what happened during the arguments we had, we always made things right again. To me, this was a perfect relationship.