#Rob Benedict fanfic

[fluffsnake]

Suptober Day 3 - Inspired

[hunterscabin]

This Baby Will Have A Father Part II

Summary: The boys have a surprise for Y/N that they hope will show how deeply they love and care for her.

Pairings: Reader x SPN Cast

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, reluctance to accept help and gifts, mild panic, fluff, ALLl of the fluff.

Word Count: 1.6k 

Author’s Note: This is the second and, what I had planned to be, last chapter of a mini series, but writing all of this fluff has been a nice distraction from the real world. If there is any interest, I’d gladly consider writing more. 

Part I

At nearly six months pregnant, exhaustion took on a whole new meaning. The ten to twelve hour work days you once conquered with ease now left you completely drained and lethargic. You were lying on the sofa in your trailer, contemplating how you used to manage a night out after filming, when a small slip of paper caught your eye.

You sat up, reaching toward the coffee table with some effort, and quickly recognized the handwriting.  

Meet me in my trailer. - Jare

While walking across the lot, you contemplated Jared’s note. You weren’t sure of the reason for his note, but your mind had wandered to the point that you began silently praying the boys had enough common sense not to prank a woman approaching her third trimester.

Jared must have been watching for you, because his door swung open before you reached the trailer’s steps.

“Y/N/N!” Jared beamed, ushering you into the small living space where Jensen, Misha, Alex, Rob, and Rich were eagerly awaiting your arrival.

“It smells like trouble in here.” you cautioned, leery of the knowing smiles plastered on their faces.

Misha stepped forward and took both of your hands in his.

“You know we all love you, right?”

“Yes.” You squinted at him suspiciously. “What is this, an intervention?”

“No.” Misha laughed. “We’re so excited for you, Y/N/N, but we also know how much goes into raising a baby.”

“It’s exhausting.” Rob concurred from the sofa.

“They take all of your time and energy.” Rich agreed.

Misha saw a tinge of fear flash across your face.

“We’re not trying to scare you,” he soothed, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands, “We just know that you have a hard time asking for help, even when you really need it.”

“And you’re gonna really need it.” Jensen stressed.  

“We weren’t kidding when we said you don’t have to do this alone.” Jared added. “We want to be with you, every step of the way.”

“And we’ve put something together to show you how serious we are.” Rich announced, proudly handing you a small scroll that was neatly tied with a thick, white ribbon.

You loosened the bow, unfurled the ivory card stock, and read the cursive heading. 

“This is a binding contract, for all who have signed, detailing the ways in which we plan to care for and love Y/N and Baby Y/L/N.”

You looked up in disbelief, finding Rich’s kind expression, and he nodded for you to continue reading.

“Alex: Date Night.”

Alex stood and walked toward you.

“What are your two favorite things?” he quizzed, already knowing your answer.

“Good food, great company.” Your reply was skeptical, but a small smile tugged at your lips upon hearing everyone recite your mantra in unison.

“Now, I don’t know if I’m considered great company,” Alex quipped, trading the scroll for a small booklet, “but I can promise good food.”

You thumbed through the pages Alex handed you and noticed each one listed the name of a restaurant you had mentioned wanting to try.

“I will be waiting at your trailer, every Friday after work, until we’ve eaten our way through Vancouver.”

“This is too much.” you shook your head.

Unsure of how to accept his kindness, your gaze fell to the floor. Alex immediately dipped his head to catch your eyes.

“I know what you're thinking,” he whispered, “and you’re wrong; you deserve to have some fun.”

Alex watched you fiddle with the booklet for a moment before offering some extra reinforcement.

“It’s either dinner out or eating in, and I really don’t want to make you or the baby suffer through my cooking.”

His threat elicited a surprised laugh, and you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“Thanks, Alex.”

“See you Friday night?” he confirmed. 

“It’s a date.”

Alex handed back the scroll, and you read the next name.

“Rich: Cravings.” You tilted your head to the side and crinkled your brow. “You all think I’m food obsessed, don’t you?”

Everyone laughed, as Rich took Alex’s place in front of you.

“This” he said, handing you a prepaid cell phone while holding up one of his own, “Is your designated snack line. Any time you have a craving, you just call or text, and I’ll be there!”

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” you giggled, taking the phone. “I’ve already gone through three watermelons this week.”

“It’s only Tuesday!” Rich exclaimed. “That’s one watermelon a day!”

“This baby knows what they want.” you proclaimed, rubbing your belly.  

“I’m serious,” Rich affirmed, his face softening with sincerity, “If you need ice cream at three o’clock in the morning, I’m your man.”

“Promise not to judge me when the requests start getting crazy?”

“Honey, you should hear some of the things Jaci ate while she was pregnant. I’ve seen it all.”

“Thank you, Rich.” You grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Who’s next?” Jensen prompted.

“Rob: Lullabies.”

You looked up to find Rob fishing for something in his backpack.

“When she was especially fussy, music was the only thing that would get Audrey to sleep.” 

Rob found what he was looking for and pulled out a CD case.

“Louden Swain is putting together an album of lullabies for Baby Y/L/N, and we’ve already recorded one song.” he said, handing you the demo. “I hope you like it.”

You held the case to your heart.

“I’ll love it. The baby will love it.” You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck.

 “Thank you, Rob!”

“We’re having another session next weekend, and we’d love for you to come.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You set the CD on the counter and picked up the scroll.

“Misha: Crib.”

Misha reached out his hand, and you settled your palm against his.

“That night after you told us you were pregnant, I couldn’t sleep, so I went out to my woodshop, and eight hours later, I had this.” Misha slid his phone across the counter, revealing a photo of an ornately carved railing rung. He swiped his finger over the screen, and a dark wood headboard appeared.  

“It still needs a lot of work, but it will definitely be ready by the time the little one gets here.”

“Misha,” you breathed, your eyes filling with tears, “It’s the most beautiful crib I’ve ever seen.”

Misha stood and gathered you in his arms.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.”

“Hey! There are other people here who love her!” Jensen joked impatiently, when you lingered in Misha’s embrace.

“Let me guess.” you teased. “You’re next?”

Jensen gave a playful shrug, and you rolled your eyes. You sent Misha back to his chair and found Jensen’s name on the scroll. 

“Jensen: Classes.”

You looked at him quizzically.

“When Danneel was pregnant with JJ and the twins, she always felt more at ease when she was prepared, so we went to every class imaginable: delivery classes, breastfeeding classes, parenting classes…“ Jensen stopped suddenly, when he saw that you’d started wringing your hands. 

"Y/N/N, what’s wrong?”

“Those types of classes never even crossed my mind.” You spoke quietly, as if you were merely thinking out loud, but your voice was dripping with panic. 

“I’m already not doing enough. What else am I not thinking of?”

“Hey, slow down.” Jensen pulled you into his chest and cradled your head. He rubbed your back and stroked your hair while exchanging concerned glances with the group.

“I’m going to be a terrible mother.” you mumbled into Jensen’s shirt.

Jensen kissed your temple and leaned back to look at you.

“You are not going to be a terrible mother.” His voice was warm and reassuring.

Jensen brushed the hair away from your face and let out a soft chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” you questioned, suddenly very self conscious about your hormone-induced overreaction.

“I caused the panic I was trying to prevent.” Jensen explained. 

“Before she had JJ, Danneel and I were out to dinner with a couple who were also expecting their first baby. They mentioned an infant CPR course, and Dee lost it in the middle of the restaurant. She said the exact same things you just did.”

“But Dee’s a great mother.”

“And you will be too. I promise.”

Jensen’s hand found the side of your face, and you leaned into his touch.

“Thank you, Jensen.”

Jared cleared his throat behind you.

“I hate to ruin a moment, but there’s one more person on that list.”

When you turned, Jared winked, and you said his name before even picking up the scroll.

“Jared:” you skimmed down to the last line of the page, “Doctors’ Appointments.”

Your eyes widened in anticipation.

“Starting now, you are not going to a single doctor’s appointment by yourself.”

“But there are so many.” you objected, your independent nature getting the better of you.

“There are,” Jared conceded, “and I don’t want you going to any of them alone.”

You stood in silence, stunned at his generosity.

“Y/N/N, if it makes you uncomfortable, I don’t have to go in with you, but I am at least going to drive you and wait for you until the appointment is over.”

“I…” you tried to order words in a way that would accurately expressed your gratitude, but language failed to give meaning to the love and appreciation swelling in your heart. 

“I don’t know how to thank you.” You turned to the group, “All of you.”

“You can thank us by not putting up a fight when we offer to help you.” Jared’s tone was loving but firm.

“Deal.” you agreed.

You looked around the room at all of your friends and were overcome with emotion.

“I was right to think this baby won’t have a father.” you paused. “They’ll have six.”

Masterlist

[impala-dreamer]

Smokin' In The Green Room

A Short Story

~Settle in for a pre-show party as you relax with Jensen and Rob in the Green Room before a concert.~

Jensen Ackles x Reader. Rob Benedict x Reader, Cameos by Louden Swain

1,757 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Drug Use. Spit Roast. Smut. Comedy

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

The Green Room is quiet; the rest of the band has yet to come back from dinner, and everything is still.

Squashed on the couch between Rob and Jensen, you linger in a drifting haze of lust and drugs, inhaling hit after hit off of Jensen’s fancy joints. He’d rolled them himself; a fact that he announces every five minutes lest either of you forget how talented he is.

The drugs are strong.

The room alternates pulsing and spinning in your head and things seem fuzzier and funnier the longer you sit there.

“You know what’s ridiculous?” you say, laughing to yourself as Jensen passes the dutchie over your head.

“What’s that?” he asks, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he exhales.

The smoke swims around your face and you suck in a lingering wisp, coughing as it burns your lungs.

“Is that they didn’t have more sex. I mean- Dean- he used to have a lot of sex, ya know?” You turn to face him, concern tightening your features. “And then it just- stopped. Why’d it stop, Dean? Why?”

Jensen laughs, his head falling back against the sofa. “I wish I knew.”

Rob inhales deeply, joint pinched between two guitar-calloused fingers. “Chuck didn’t want to watch anymore. Too much porn.”

“So much porn!” you laugh. “Oh man- could you imagine you on HBO? Jesus fuck.”

“We wouldn’t have lasted.” Jensen says honestly.

“Are you kidding me?” Getting up and spinning around you sit on your knees on the couch. “Do you know what I’d give to have Dean Winchester buck naked fucking and- hell, saying fuck?”

Jensen bites back a smile and his hand lands on your knee. “You wanna see that?” he asks, tone losing all laughter and taking on an intoxicatingly delicious edge.

Your heart skips too many beats and your mouth waters. “I so do.”

Something in his face turns; his brows furrow, eyes narrow, face seems to drop into place. In an instant, he is Dean Winchester.

“You wanna see me fuck, Sweetheart?” he says, voice dark and graveled just like Dean’s.

Breathless, you stare at him, leaning in without realizing it. “I would watch that on repeat every fucking day all fucking day forever.”

His hand slides up your thigh. “And what if you couldn’t see it?”

A frown turns your lips. “Why not?”

“What if you were the one being fucked?”

Heart in your throat, your stomach flips. “Oh god. Yes. Fuck.”

Jensen’s fingers slide higher and his free hand reaches for you. You lean in and he cups the back of your head as his plump lips graze over yours. His kiss is deep and rich and made for television.

Pulling back, you laugh softly. “You kiss different than Dean,” you tease.

Jensen is back and he smiles. “Who’s better?”

Staring at his shining lips, you grab a fistful of his henley shirt. “Oh, you. For sure.”

Beside you, Rob squirms a bit, turning in his seat to see you head on. He clears his throat but your kiss doesn’t end, Jensen seemingly more enthused when he realizes you’re being watched.

“Uh, guys?”

Finally coming up for air, you turn to find Rob staring, cheeks flooded with a pink blush.

Ideas swim in your head.

“I’m sorry, Chuck. You feeling left out?”

He has no time to answer. Quickly, you lean to the side and peck his lips; Jensen’s hand on your back pushes you over, urging you on.

Rob’s beard tickles your cheeks and he sighs into your mouth, his tongue curious yet timid.

“Mmm you taste like honey,” you moan, nearly falling into his lap.

He blushes again and licks his lips. “I-I just had some tea.”

You smile and grab a handful of salt and pepper hair. “You’re cute.” A lick across his lips closes his eyes and Rob opens up for you, moaning softly as you nibble on his lips. “And so sexy…”

“Yeah?” He melts at your touch, blue eyes wide and watery.

“So much.” You readjust on the sofa, turning fully so that your Jensen has full view and access to your plump ass. “Wish you could just snap those fingers and whip off my clothes…” Rob exhales deeply against your nearing lips. “Slam me up against the wall…” Your hand slides firmly down his chest and he bucks his hips as it approaches. “Fuck me senseless…”

He swallows hard. “That’d be amazing.”

Jensen brings a hand down hard over your ass. “Yeah. It would.”

Your whimper pushes into Rob and he lifts a hand to your cheek, holding you softly as the kiss deepens. He’s more sure now, more excited and hums against your lips as your hand cups his growing dick.

“Fuck…” One hand slides back to tangle in your hair, the other reaches for your tits, plucking at each nipple while you rub him through his jeans. “This is- yeah. Wow.”

“Would be even better,” Jensen says; hand pressing up against your covered pussy. “If she wasn’t so… clothed.”

You lift your lips from Rob’s kiss and look back over your shoulder. “You tryin’ get me naked, Ackles?”

He grins. “You bet.”

“You can just ask,” you tease, leaving Rob and standing up from the couch. “I’ll always do whatever you ask…” Slowly, your shirt leaves your body and you toss it in Jensen’s laughing face. Your pants slide off easily and you step out of them, standing before the boys in your bra and panties.

Rob’s jaw drops and Jensen shimmies in his seat, stretching out his legs and rubbing a hand down his thick thigh.

“What about the rest?” he says, voice darkening as his desire grows.

“Oh, this?” you tease, fingers hooked in the straps of your bra. “You… want me to take it off?”

He bites his lip hard and nods. “Now.”

Two snaps later and your bra falls to the floor. Forearm baring your tits, you lick your lips and enjoy the sight of them both staring and hungry.

Rob moans and presses a hand down over his erection, trying to look cool and failing miserably.

“You boys like?”

He nods quickly, eyes like a vast ocean. “So much.”

Jensen smirks and nudges him in the arm. “You should see the rest. In fact-” Green eyes dig into yours with authority and pride. “Show him.”

Instantly, your arm falls and you peel away your panties, eyes locked on Jensen.

“Perfect…”

Rob sucks in a deep breath. “Wow.”

Your cheeks burn under their gaze. “Thank you.”

Jensen opens his arms and you rush to him, stumbling a bit over your jeans as you go. You fall into his lap and he wraps his hands around you as his tongue dips between your lips.

Locked in his kiss, you reach for Rob with your right hand, grabbing hold of his collar and dragging him over.

You leave Jensen for a split second, giving Rob a wet kiss to keep him occupied.

“Want you both,” you whisper, rolling your hips over Jensen while your fingers sneak down to tease Rob. “Want you both inside of me.”

Jensen cups your tits and pinches hard. “I think that can be arranged. What do you say, Robbie?”

Rob licks at your lips and then sits back, spreading his knees as he reaches for his belt. “Let’s go.”

His zipper slides down and you pounce, leaving Jensen’s lap and falling to your hands and knees. Immediately, you take Rob’s stout cock in your mouth, slowly dragging your tongue across the thick head.

He jerks his hips and moans, his hand landing softly on your head. He follows your rhythm with gentle pulses of his fingers against your scalp and you hum over him, lips vibrating and happy.

Behind you, Jensen makes himself ready. He knocks his jeans down to his ankles, catching them on his boots, and settles in on his knees, hands capturing your ass. He gives you a squeeze and you push back against him, gasping as the tip of his cock nudges your hole.

“Fuck, Jensen, please…”

Rob grunts and pushes your head down onto his cock again; all signs of shyness have permanently vanished. “Keep going,” he growls and you do, taking him in as deep as you can and swallowing hard. “Fuck yes.”

Jensen’s blunt nails dig into your hips as he lines up and scores, sinking his thick cock deep into your dripping cunt. He groans, tips his head back and closes his eyes, savoring the tight clamp of your muscles around him.

When you push back, he starts to move, thrusting hard. Each slam of his hips sends you further down Rob’s cock and your eyes roll back into blackness.

Jensen fits a hand around your waist and rubs hard circles on your clit. Your legs start to shake and you scream around Rob’s delicious shaft.

“Fuck yes. Fuck me hard, Jensen. Fuck.”

The drugs have taken away any care of time or space. Anyone could walk into the room right now and get the show of the century, but you can’t seem to care. Let them hear you gag as Rob spills a hot load down your throat and you scramble to drink it down. Let them see you shake and whimper as you cum on Jensen’s cock. Let them watch as he pulls out and paints your lower back and ass in creamy white.

Let them see.

The Green Room is quiet as the rest of the band returns from dinner. A thick cloud of smoke lingers in the air and Billy swats it away as he walks in.

“What the hell guys, you coulda waited for us.” He breathes deeply and coughs as he takes a seat in the armchair across from Rob.

Borja follows, blinking into the fog and sniffing the air. “Why… does it smell like sex in here?”

Stephen eyes you suspiciously and you shrug, hands up, feigning innocence.

“Jensen rolled the joints! He’s very talented. Everyone tell him how talented he is.” The group watches in amused shock as you bounce up from the sofa and rush to the door, paranoid and giddy. “Have a great show, guys. I’ll be watching. Uh… break all your legs or whatever!”

The seat you leave behind is far from empty and Mike reaches down, retrieving your bra from the cushion.

“Uh, Y/N? I think this is yours.”

Busted, you catch the tossed bit of lingerie and grin as you back away. “Oops? Have fun!”

Rob laughs. “Already did.”

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[nym-wibbly]

Tee hee. Chuck is God. <3 It reads like a retcon rather than a plan, despite the oddness of Chuck-the-prophet's role in things, but it's the missing thread that pulls all the others together very tidily. Love it. They're not so much breaking the fourth wall as giving up on it entirely.

So... when the Winchesters et al find out they've been the protagonists in Chuck's ongoing self-insert fanfic epic (no beta we die like the Winchesters haha lolz), repeatedly killing and dying and bleeding and losing each other for the sake of his art, do they get even? Death of the author indeed. Hallelujah! But not too soon because Rob Benedict, pls thx.

And now I know why the archangels are all so messed up and/or immature, and why the lower angels all seem like lost sheep following each other in frantic circles with the exception of Castiel, who drank a liquor store and got past the abandonment all in one go so he could look for something/someone worth fighting for and believing in.

Supernatural just went all-in for keeps on the theme of neglectful fathers, shrink-wrapping the absentee-father God who's had the angelic panties in a bunch since S4 into a form we're capable of relating to as a simple parent figure. The dad who wasn't there, the dad who got bored and left to suit himself, and watched from afar as his kids self-destructed. Metatron, who's been nothing but a self-serving ass until this ep, just viscerally and vulnerably longing for another moment in the presence of the Light, while most of his siblings didn't even get that much. Retcon that onto Gabriel and Lucifer - yowch! Chuck is the dad with the tacky Best Dad mug, which he gave himself, at his elbow as he writes a permanent, living hell of hurt/comfort/angst for his kids — and plays favourites. Eesh. Chuck makes John Winchester look good in the parenting department.

Which... I mean, speaking as a writer, the simplest counterbalance for that plotline is to show one or more of the protagonists (or even the more sympathetic antagonists) being a good parent, the hard way. Present and loving no matter what. Hmm! The morality of self-serving v. self-sacrifice played out on the family spectrum. Omnia vincit amor. To love another person is to see the face of G*d. Yiss.

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[bohemian-nights]

I truly fear next season is gonna be Francesca's because 1) Bridgerton is only renewed through s4 2) JB is only contracted showrunner til S4 (so I've heard) and they could replace her after that especially if she doesn't deliver which she hasn't been 3) that casting call for "molly" being s4 lead which should have been for Sophie 🙃 but apparently it was for Michaela 4) the lack of actual set up for Benedict despite hints and the time jump AFTER the masquerade that Benedict's story requires meaning if the masquerade is next season it would be longer still til he finds Sophie.

The fact that Bridgerton hasn't announced who's leading the next season too is odd. I can't recall how soon after S2 we found out Polin was S3 but I feel it was pretty fast. Also given the amount of anger from fans you'd THINK they'd appease them by distracting and saying "Look! We're doing next season by popular demand!" and thereby distracting casual viewers from the anger too. But they haven't yet which only continues to give me the bad feeling that they're skipping over Benedict again because JB is a narcissist who NEEDS to have her self insert fanfic. And speaking of JB: she spoke A LOT about Francesca during press and so did Hannah Dodd. By comparison Luke T got very little press and Benedict little mention.

All this is telling me something is fishy as hell. Ngl tho I'd actually be entertained by how this clusterfuck plays out if my theory is right. I've given up on Bridgerton and no longer care for it. So for both Franchael fans AND Benophie fans to be angry at the showrunners would be so fun to witness. Casual viewers who are mostly middle aged women make up a good 75% of the demographic and also won't be pleased by Benedict getting skipped over again for a story where they were robbed a hot romantic lead and that John is also going to be dying since Johnesca stole hearts this season.

Seems to me that Shondaland and JB are gonna have to deal with the consequences of letting down multiple factions of the fandom and casual viewers. That's why they're avoiding even more negative press rn since they know they don't have anything up their sleeve that will actually make the fans happy. They have something that will only piss them off further. And Benophie fans were already mad as hell to be skipped over for Polin.

Do I see Bridgerton getting renewed for S5 after all this? Well... Hard to say. Apparently S3P2 got HALF the viewers of S3P1 and wasn't even #1 on drop day. A BIG ooofff for Netflix's prize cash cow after a month long expensive press tour. All ruined because of Jess' self insert fantasies. Shondaland is gonna continue to pretend nothing is wrong but execs are probably angry as are the fans. Good. Shondaland and JB deserve every bit of ire they're getting from every single demographic they're getting it from. It's only unfortunate Jess Bronwell and her greedy little soul will only be leaving after messing everything up for everyone else.

All I can advise for your piece of mind is to let the show go and let it flop. The idiots and racists who are happy with this crap can keep it alive(if they can even do that)🤷🏽‍♀️

[stardusttkachuk-main]

Unraveled

Title: Unraveled

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Word Count: 2,452

Warnings: bad dates, fluff, probably a swear word or two

Prompt: “I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes” and blind date

Summary: Rob and Y/N made a deal that if they ever needed to be in a fake relationship for whatever reason, it’d be with each other but after a couple bad dates, they realize that maybe they should stop pretending, but they don’t come to this conclusion on their own.

A/N: written for @natasha-cole ’s Valentine Challenge

You weren’t very good at dating. You had been in a serious relationship with someone for two years, except that ended a year and a half ago and you finally decided to get back in the dating game. It wasn’t going well at all.

You had signed up for a few dating apps, which were proving to be useless. You’d been on a few dates, but with your crazy schedule, it was hard to meet people and see them more than once when you did meet them.

You went out to bars with friends to try and pick up guys that way and even that was a fail. Everyone around here seemed to be taken or recently single and not looking, or way older than you and downright inappropriate.

And then there were the times when you actually made it to a date, and it ended terribly. The person wasn’t who they seemed to be. You weren’t really their type or vice versa. In short, you really sucked at dating.

“I think I’m just gonna be single the rest of my life,” you sighed, flopping back on the couch in the green room. “I’m gonna be the fun aunt that spoils all her nieces and nephews because she doesn’t have kids or a husband of her own.”

“You just need someone you know who doesn’t mind your busy schedule,” Kim said.

“All of my friends who don’t care are taken.”

“Not all of them.”

“Rob doesn’t count.”

Briana laughed as she joined you and Kim on the couch. “This talk again?”

“He doesn’t!” you argued. “We’ve been friends for years. If there was something there we would’ve realized it by now.”

“Okay, if you’re really not into Rob, I know someone who you might like,” Bri mentioned.

“Who?” You perked up. Bri had tried to set you up on a date before and it went well, except that your schedules were too busy to find another time to see each other. You were completely bummed because you really hit it off in the beginning.

“His name is Logan. Meet him on Tuesday evening at the Hard Rock Cafe.”

“I don’t get to see what he looks like?”

“We’re gonna start trying blind dates now.”

You took an uber to the restaurant. Hollywood was busy even for a Tuesday and you didn’t want to bother with parking. It wasn’t too crowded when you walked in, and you went to finding someone by themselves at a table. You found him quickly.

“Logan?” you asked, approaching the table.

“Yeah. Y/N?”

“That’s me.”

“Have a seat,” he invited. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” you grinned, pulling out the wooden chair and sitting across from him. You scooted yourself up to the table, folding your hands in your lap. “Have you ordered or anything?”

“No.” He shook his head, then passed you a menu. “They did bring these though, I haven’t even looked through them yet.” He chuckled low in his chest. Briana knew your type to a T. “So, how do you know Briana?”

“We worked together.”

“You’re an actress?” He asked. You nodded, a wide smile on your face. You took pride in your work. “Must not be very well known.”

You nearly choked on your spit. “Huh?”

“Not very well known. When Briana gave me your name I didn’t immediately recognize it, you know? I’ve never seen any of your work before is all.”

“Well, I’m no Meryl Streep, but I’ve done a few projects. How do you know Bri?” You decided that changing the subject was the best option here. You were fine with the fact that you weren’t a popular actress, but the way this guy said that left a bad taste in your mouth.

“Her husband and I are good buddies. So I guess they’re both setting their best friends up together,” he added.

The waitress came by to take your orders. You grimaced at what Logan ordered. It was your least favorite food and you knew watching him eat it would just ruin your appetite.

You took a drink of your ice water, watching as your fingers melted the condensation on the outside of the glass. “So, what do you do for work?”

“I’ve got a normal job. I’m an editor for a publishing company. I fix general mistakes like grammar or punctuation that someone before me missed. Do you read a lot?”

“I love reading. I have a lot of downtime so, I read quite a bit. Plus I travel a lot and it’s always nice to read on a plane or while waiting at the airport,” you mentioned, already going over a list in your head of your favorite books and authors.

“Well, you’re welcome. I get to be the person that makes sure there are no errors in those books.”

“So, you’re a big reader then, I take it? I mean you kind of have to be with a job like that,” you said, but your food came before Logan got a chance to answer.

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You were halfway through your meal, making small talk with Logan and ultimately decided that this night was a bust and there wouldn’t be a second date when your phone vibrated in your pocket. You cursed yourself for forgetting to turn it off—or at least change the damn vibration setting—and apologized to Logan as you pulled it out, seeing Rob’s name and that stupid goofy picture he took years ago pop up.

“Um…will you excuse me?” You asked. “It’s an emergency.”

“Yeah,” Logan ushered. “I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, hitting the accept button and standing from your chair. “Rob?”

“Hey! Y/N. Whatcha up to?” His voice was loud and the background noise was louder and you put two and two together, figuring he was out himself.

You were now outside the restaurant, looking through the window to make sure Logan was still there. “Are you drunk?”

“No. God, I wish,” he laughed. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay,” you deadpanned.

“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.”

“Rob, I’m on a date!”

“Great, yeah, cool, me too! And it’s not going well,” he sighed. “She’s not great Y/N. She’s nosy and doesn’t shut up and I may’ve accidentally told her that I’m seeing someone and I got set up on the date by mistake because we haven’t told anyone we’re dating yet and now she’s asking to see my girlfriend and meet my girlfriend. Please. I mean, I know this is kind of outside of the rules but it’s really bad. I’m desperate,” he rambled.

You gave a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. To be honest, this date with Logan wasn’t going well and you’d love to just leave. Maybe this was a sign that the date was only going to get worse. You took it as one, without further thought. “Okay, where are you?”

“California Pizza on Highland and Hollywood.”

“Seriously? Dude I’m at the Hard Rock Cafe.”

“Great, so…like ten minutes?”

“Ten minutes tops,” you promised.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Okay. Thank you.”

“Yeah, you owe me, Robbie. I’ll see you soon.” You hung up and put on a brave face, walking back into the restaurant. You frowned when you saw Logan, not entirely wanting to break the news to him.

“Everything okay?” He asked. Your plates had been cleared like he knew this was going to end.

“Uh… not really. That was one of my friends. He uh… got into some trouble and just needs someone to go get him.”

“Ah,” Logan said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I’m really sorry,” you began.

“Hey, no. Don’t apologize.” He stopped you before you could get too far. “It’s okay. Um, do you need a ride or anything?”

“No. It’s—he’s at California Pizza, so it’s a short walk. Thank you though, really. And, again, I’m sorry,” you added.

“It was nice meeting you. I’ll let Briana know it didn’t work out.”

You bit your lip, a little disappointed that it didn’t. You knew who you wanted though, no matter how many times you denied it. No matter how many times you insisted it just wouldn’t work out, you knew who you needed. There was always something there, and you had realized it.

You made it to the restaurant quickly, having sped walked most of the way. You ditched your heels just a few minutes in but slid them back on your feet before entering the pizza place.

“Y/N!” You heard Rob call from somewhere on your right. You glanced in the direction to see him waving his hands and made your way to his table. Across from him was what seemed to be a nice girl. She was pretty, long hair and brown eyes. Rob didn’t really have a type but she appeared to be a good compliment to him.

“Marissa, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Rob introduced, placing his hand on your lower back when he stood up.

“You’re dressed real nice. Were you out?” She eyed you, up and down and her mouth curved into a frown.

“Yeah. Uh… me and Rob were not… we’ve only been dating for a little bit and our friends still think we’re single. So we’ve been accepting dates they set us up on,” you lied.

“It’s not often. But after tonight you know, I really think we should just tell them,” Rob insisted, in an attempt to sell the story.

“Yeah. I mean, don’t you think it’s weird that you two are out with other people when you’re seeing each other?” Nosy. Rob was right. She was nosy.

“It’s weird,” you answered.

Rob quickly spoke up. “But she and I both know it’s not going to go anywhere serious with these other people so we’re not bothered by it.”

“Why didn’t you just say no to your friends?”

“They like to think we’re lonely and that we need someone.”

“Truth is… all we really need is each other.” You almost scoffed at Rob’s sappiness. You would have, had your heart not skipped a beat and the butterflies not swarmed in your stomach.

“Anyway,” Rob continued. “I’m sorry this was a waste of your time. It was great to meet you, Marissa.” Always the polite one. “I’ll cover the bill. It’s the least I can do.”

“Right well, goodbye,” Marissa said in a sour tone, quickly collecting her bag.

“You just broke her heart,” you warned Rob when she had left.

“Worth it. It’s better than leading her on and having to face a second date.” Rob slouched down into the chair. “Did you eat?”

“Yeah, I got about halfway through my meal before you interrupted.”

“You could’ve said no, Y/N,” he reminded. “If you were on a really good date and in the middle of it you didn’t have to answer or even come down here. I would’ve lived.”

“No. No, We always said that if the other one needed to be the pretend boyfriend or girlfriend we’d do it, no matter the circumstances. I’m not going back on that promise,” you spoke up, finding the seat across from Rob. “Besides, he wasn’t that great anyway.

“Maybe we should stop.”

Your jaw nearly dropped. A hint of panic set in because Rob was your go-to for a lot of things, but especially the fake relationship thing. It was used for emergencies only, like getting hit on by some creep in a bar or one of Rob’s fans getting a little too close and crazy, or dates gone sour like the one he was just on. “Why?”

“I mean… stop pretending,” he said bashfully. His cheeks turned red and you could only assume his face was as hot as yours. “Be honest, are there feelings here between us?”

“For me, yeah. I like that we have similar schedules and that being around you is always so easy and comforting and I don’t feel like I have to be someone I’m not. We’re good friends, and you’re probably my best friend and I don’t ever want to lose that.”

Rob cut you off. “So I swallowed my feelings. I kept them to myself, and to Rich when he continuously hounded me about them. I don’t want to lose this friendship either. But we’re really good at being pretend boyfriend and girlfriend. What if we just tried to be not pretend boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“I like that idea. But do we tell everyone so they stop setting us up on blind dates or do we keep it on the down low for a while?”

“We should probably tell everyone. Let them have their ‘I knew it’ moment. And then we don’t have to tiptoe around them when it comes to coupley things.”

There was a convention a week later which you and Rob decided would be the best place to let everyone know. You were keeping it subtle: you were going to walk in with hands linked together, standing closer than usual and sometime during a conversation Rob was going to wrap his arms around you from behind. It was cute without being showy.

Rob's fingers were laced between yours and your hands were clammy with nerves, but the small gesture of him squeezing your hand eased them. When you got into the green room, hands swinging by your sides, everyone turned their heads.

“It worked?” Briana and Rich shouted at the same time, eyes drifting between each other’s and where you and Rob stood.

“What worked?” You asked.

“The dates! It actually worked? Who caved first?” Rich questioned.

Rob laughed, “What?”

“Oh please,” Briana laughed.”We know about your arrangement with each other that if one of you is on a bad date or getting hit on by someone you have zero interest in you’ll play the boyfriend-girlfriend card and rescue each other. I mean you really think it was a coincidence you were both in the same general area at the exact same time, on dates with people who were great on the outside but not so great on the inside?”

“You little shit!” You yelled. “This was a setup?”

“So really who caved first?” Rich asked.

“Rob did. Marissa’s nosy personality turned him off,” you said. “Hey Bri, Logan was actually pretty good. Had Rob not called, I would’ve hung on ‘til the end. There just wouldn't‘ve been a second date.”

Rob let go of your hand to wrap his arms around you, his chest flush with your back. “I guess we owe Rich for knowing exactly what my type isn’t.”

“Guess so.”

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Snuggles with Bump

Rob x pregnant!Reader

198 words

A/N: Pure plotless fluff. I felt like some clingy Rob 😊

You sat down heavily on the sofa next to Rob, one hand on your pregnant belly and the other attempting to lower you down gently. Rob smiled at you, the affection creasing his eyes and making them shine.

He sat slouched and relaxed.

‘C’mere,’ he beamed, clapping his fingers against the palm of his hand in an exaggerated beckon as he held his arm out to you.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

‘I want you,’ he added, looking at you with those big, blue puppy dog eyes.

You could never resist those eyes. You shuffled over to him and he put his arm around you, pulling your back closer against his chest.

His hand slid under your t-shirt onto your baby bump and he kissed your head.

‘I love you so much,’ he murmured into your ear.

‘I love you too.’

‘You are so beautiful,’ he continued and kissed your cheek.

He turned his body and slipped his leg round your side you so you were almost laying on him. Then he wrapped his other arm tightly around your chest.

‘I feel like snuggles tonight,’ he said, nuzzling into your neck.

You relaxed into him and enjoyed the evening cuddled up safe in his arms.

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Oh oh! 36 with Rob Benedict if you do RPF. I was listening to Amazing by LS and totally thought it would fit. If you dont, don't worry bout it. Love ya work 💕

Amazing - Drabble

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Show: Supernatural (RPF)

A/N: Okay this is my first RPF –no hate towards Rob, his beautiful wife Mollie or their two amazing children ♥

Cons were always a thrill, pumped full of energy and so much excitement forboth the fans and the actors. You were an actress on the show, where yourcharacter was a rogue angel that was working side by side with Mark Sheppard’scharacter Crowley. So, when you got invited by Creation to join theconventions, you were on board without a second thought. What you didn’t expectwas how it was going to change your life – and so much for the better.

It was Saturday Night Special, and you had just finished getting dressed forthe event when you had heard a knock at the door. Frowning, you glanced down atyour cellphone to quickly check the time, making sure that you weren’t late forthe event. However, the time read that there was still roughly an hour beforeyou had to be on stage, or so you thought. Tossing the cellphone down on thebed, you went over to the door and peaked through the peephole to see who wasknocking on your door. A smile came to your face when you saw that it was RobBenedict.

You and Rob had meet during the Cons, and since that moment the two of youwere basically inseparable. More than once the panels that you were on involvedhim and his best friend Richard Speight Jr – it had become a fan request, whichyou found to be very much an honour. And as time went on, eventually Rob foundthe courage to ask you on a date, and since then you haven’t looked back. Neverhad you thought by getting the acting gig that it would have brought you here.

You flattened out your dress, as you opened the door with a smile on yourface, “Hey,” You greeted him a with a kiss.

“You look… beautiful.” He smiled.

Giving a soft chuckle, you couldn’t help but blush at his thoughtful words. “Thanks,and you look very handsome, as always.” You answered, “But you didn’t have toknock, you could have just came in.” You snickered, as you walked back into thehotel room to grab your cellphone.

As you were reaching for the tossed device on the bed, you felt Rob’s handsslide around your waist, as he placed a kiss on your neck. “I’m so in love with you.” He whispered,his lips brushing against the shell of your ear causing you to shiver.

You turned in his arms, draping your arms around his neck. “As I am withyou.” You replied, before placing a heated kiss to his lips.

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The Imaginary Friend Masterlist

The Imaginary Friend 

Ship: Chuck Shurley x Original Female Character 

Summary: Ranger Winchester has spent her whole life immersed in the world of monsters, so the last thing she questions is being able to talk to a voice in her head. What happens when Ranger, Sam, and Dean are on a case, and she meets the owner of the voice she’s heard all her life? 

As of 2022, this fic is discontinued. That being said though, never say never! 

Chapters: 

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | 

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This Baby Will Have A Father Part I

Summary: Y/N is an actress on Supernatural. After becoming pregnant, her boyfriend leaves her, not wanting anything to do with the baby. Unsure of what the future holds, her male co-stars show her that she’s not alone. 

Pairings: Reader x SPN Cast

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy, nervous reader, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k 

Author’s Note: I only have two parts of this story written, and unless it gets major traction, I’m not sure I’ll be writing more. I didn’t want to be a tease and leave y’all hanging, but those who’ve responded said they don’t care and would like to read anyway. Let me know if I should keep going! 

Filming had only resumed one week ago, and you were already having difficulty hiding your pregnancy. Hiatus had come at the perfect time, right when you were really starting to show, but now that you were in your fifth month, loose sweaters and baggy shirts were no longer able to conceal your constantly expanding stomach. You had told wardrobe and the show’s producers, but the life growing inside of you was still a secret to most of the cast and crew.

It had been a hectic day on set, and you were beyond grateful when Bob called for lunch. You saw some of the guys head into Jensen’s trailer and figured now was as good a time as any to tell them you were expecting. Before you could lose the gumption, you marched up to the door, pausing only briefly before knocking.

“Hey, Y/N/N!” Jensen smiled as he opened the door and stepped aside for you to come in. A loud roar of laughter filled the air.

“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Not at all!” Jensen picked up his plate and pulled out the chair he had been using. “Have a seat.”

Along with the featured cast, many guest actors were in town to shoot a special episode. Jared and Misha were sitting at the kitchenette table with Rob while Alex and Rich enjoyed their lunch on the sofa.   

“I think I’ll stand. Thanks, though, Jay.” The palpable apprehension coursing through you was in stark contrast to the lighthearted atmosphere in Jensen’s trailer, and your mood didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Misha asked. Before the break, most of the cast had noticed and even discussed your unusually reserved and distant nature. Misha wondered if your current trepidation had anything to do with your pre-hiatus behavior.

“Yes.” You answered with uncertainty.

You had shared your pregnancy with some of the women in the cast earlier that week, and while their support and advice had been immensely heartening, it was emotionally exhausting going over your story again and again. You thought it’d be easier telling all the guys at once. Now, as your eyes scanned the room, you grew increasingly anxious seeing everyone’s attention on you. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all.

“I have some news to share.” you said hesitantly.

“Good news, I hope?” Rob cautioned, his voice full of anticipation.

“Great news, actually.” You took a deep breath, uncrossed your arms, and opened your sweatshirt. “I’m pregnant.”

You smiled tentatively, not knowing how everyone would take the news. After what felt like ages, Alex stood to place a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Congratulations, Y/N/N!” He beamed, kissing you on the cheek.

Rob and Rich were close behind, both of them pulling you into a warm hug.

“How far along are you?” Rob smiled as he leaned out of the embrace. He held you at arm’s length, taking in the sight of your bump.

“I’m just over five months along.”

“You look great!” Rich exclaimed.

“You really do.” Rob affirmed, giving your shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “I’m amazed you were able to hide this from us for so long. Now that I know, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before!”

“The ladies in wardrobe were very helpful.” You smiled coyly.

You were relieved that Rob, Rich, and Alex seemed genuinely happy, but you couldn’t shake the deafening silence radiating from the table behind you.   

Jared, Jensen, and Misha still hadn’t said anything, so you turned to face them. When your eyes met theirs you could see their shock. They were the big brothers you never had, and you told each other everything. The most painful part of keeping your pregnancy a secret was lying to the three of them, but you had to process your own feelings before telling everyone else. You never imagined you’d find yourself alone and pregnant. In an instant, you went from being a responsible twenty-something who made all of the right decisions to a statistic mothers tell their daughters to scare them into abstinence. It had taken you months to come to terms with your new future. You had no idea how the boys would react.

“Do you know who the father is?” Jared questioned, breaking through the nervous silence.

“Jare.” Jensen chastised, reaching over and smacking Jared upside the head.

“It’s okay.” You flashed them both a soft smile, trying to ease some of the tension. You knew Jared didn’t mean any harm; it was a legitimate question that came from a place of sincere curiosity and not of judgment or ridicule. You hadn’t mentioned to them that you’d been seeing someone for a few months prior to getting pregnant. Your male cast mates tended to be a little too overprotective in the boyfriend department, so you didn’t usually go out of your way to share stories about your dating life.

“I do.” you confirmed. 

“Does he know?” Jared followed up.

“Now that deserves a hit.” you joked, raising your eyebrows and nodding your head toward Jared. As if rehearsed, Jensen brought his hand down across the back of Jared’s head, ruffling his hair in the process.

Everyone snickered, but their laughter quickly faded when they noticed your somber expression.

“He said he isn’t ready to be a father,” your hands instinctively moved to your stomach, “and he doesn’t want any part of this.”

“Y/N, I didn’t…”

“It’s okay, Jare.” you assured, cutting his apology short. Your heart fell at the sight of his sheepish face. The looks of pity you received when telling your story never got easier.

Jensen walked over and placed a hand on the small of your back. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you okay?” he asked, unsure of what else to say.  

“I am.” Jensen looked at you suspiciously. “Really, I am.”

Your response was truthful. Life circumstances had taught to be strong and capable, and while you knew it would be the greatest challenge you ever faced, you felt prepared to handle life as a single mother. You were built for it.

After a moment of contemplation, you let out a deep sigh. “I just feel bad this little one won’t have a father.”

Your voice was almost a whisper, but everyone in the room heard your concern. A shadow of sadness cast over their faces, each of their hearts quietly breaking at the thought of you and your baby on your own.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this alone.” Misha reached across the table and took your hand in his. “I will always be here for you.” His blue eyes were full of kindness. 

“We will always be here for you.” Jared emphasized, standing to pull you into a hug.

Their sentiments were beyond touching, but you knew the inordinate amount of work that went into raising a baby, and it was a responsibility you had come to accept alone. You were never one to burden others with your needs, and all of these men had their own families. The last thing you wanted was to interject into their already busy lives.

Not wanting to fight their well intentions, you simply said “Thank you,” and leaned further into Jared’s comforting embrace.

The second you closed the trailer door behind you, everyone let out an audible sigh.

“That explains a lot.” Alex said.

“I’m really worried about her.” Rob confessed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Me too,” Jensen agreed, “She has such a hard time asking for help, and she’s definitely going to need it.”  

“We have to show her we’re serious about being there for her and being a part of this baby’s life.” Misha asserted.

A broad smile spread across Rich’s face, and he stood up from the sofa.

“I think I have an idea.”

Part II

Masterlist

[writingtoforgetreality]

Saturday Night Special (Jensen Ackles x Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist]

Summary: Tonight would be your first time singing on stage. And if it were not enough, you wanted to dedicate your song to a special someone. Expressing your feelings was not one of your strengths but putting them into a song? That worked quite well.

Words: 2,339

Warnings: best friend!Rob, fluff, just a cute story with a lot of fluff, so much fluff, language, in this story you wrote “Song On Fire”, (Y/L/N) = your last name

Song used: “Song On Fire” by Nickelback

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Another Convention weekend. Another Saturday. Which meant that the concert would be tonight. And you had asked the Swain boys if they could squeeze you into their set list. Wanting it to be a surprise, you begged them to keep quiet for now. Practicing was done in a room separate from where the others were.

“You wrote that?” Rob asked after you handed each of them a page with the notes & lyrics.

“Yeah?” suddenly, you were unsure. “Is it bad?” now growing concerned that maybe whatever you wrote was absolute crap.

“No, oh my God, not at all. This is perfect.” he was still eyeing the words closely. “We got this, right guys?” turning around to shoot a look at the rest of the band, you saw all of them nodding. Releasing a breath you did not know you were holding, you took a seat next to them & started explaining what you had in mind for your performance.

“So, I thought that you could maybe do some backing vocals, Robbie? I think I’d be less nervous if you did.”

“Of course, no problem.” immediately being on board, the two of you arranged who would sing what. Billy, Mike & Stephen were already onto practicing the notes & from what you had heard so far, it sounded great.

“I hope I won’t mess up.” chuckling quietly, you prayed that tonight would turn out to be fine. Suddenly, Rob’s eyes shot up to yours, shock written all over his features. “What?” you asked him when he did nothing but stare at you.

“This is about Jensen, isn’t it?” he hit the nail right on the head with his assumption. Rob had been one of your closest friends & it was hard to keep something from him. A while ago, he picked up on the fact that you liked Jensen. A lot. Of course he teased the living shit out of you, but he always made sure that he was serious about one thing. That you should tell him how you felt. Every time, you had reasoned that he could never like you back. Besides, you were horrible when it came to talking about your feelings. Obviously, Rob was aware of that. But the lyrics in front of him were proof enough.

“It doesn’t matter.” looking back down to your lap to focus your gaze on something else than Rob’s face.

“Yeah, it does.” he started. “’Cause he’ll realize it’s about him.” stating casually.

“And why is that?” furrowing your eyebrows & snapping your head back up again. The man in front of you simply rolled his eyes at your question.

“I’ve told you a million times that he likes you, too.” before you had time to disagree with him, he kept going. “And Jensen knows about you liking him.”

“Wait. How?” eyes growing wide at Rob’s statement, you believed that someone had spilled the beans to him. Not a lot of people knew about your crush. And if Rob told Jensen, he would not be alive much longer to experience tonight’s concert.

“You’re not really being subtle about it, you know?”

“Am I really that obvious?” sighing loudly, you put your face in your hands. Great, you had been embarrassing yourself for the longest time & nobody had mentioned it to you.

“Only if you pay close attention. Which Jensen does.” Rob’s eyes showed sincerity. Maybe he was right. And if he was not then Jensen would not understand the song. Win-win situation, right?

~at the concert~

The last notes of the song were played & you knew that it was your turn to hop on stage in a second. Nobody of the cast had a clue about you singing tonight. Now, being backstage, your nervousness was awful. Your hands were trembling & you were scared that you would forget the words. What if you embarrassed yourself in front of such a huge audience? Yes, Louden Swain was there to back you up but still. You were the one who had to deliver perfectly.

“Thanks guys. Actually, we have a little surprise tonight. Well, it’s not so little. You guys know that a lot of the cast joins us on stage every now & then. For this concert, we’ll have a debut. Someone who has never sung in front of people before. But we know that you love her a lot. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) everyone!” Rob yelled into the microphone & when he finished, the crowd broke out into cheers. The applause was insane. Nobody knew that you were that much into music.

Taking a deep breath, you started taking the steps to the stage. The curtain opened enough for you to walk through & immediately, you were blinded by the bright lights that illuminated the stage. Yet, your smile was wide. Risking a look to the side, you saw the rest of the cast with shocked faces, all watching you. Jensen was in front & for a second, your eyes locked. In this moment, the cheering of the crowd died down & you remembered who you were doing this for. Him. His smile was enough for you. Billy nudged you slightly & handed you a guitar. Thanking him quietly, you walked over to the microphone Rob had already prepared for you. His nod calmed you down. He knew you would be just fine.

“Um, hi guys. This is weird.” chuckling, the audience soon followed. “Like, I know I’m confident when it comes to panels & all…but standing here, knowing that I’m about to sing. Well, let’s just say I’m a little nervous.” your voice was shaking a little & your fans knew that it was not normal for you. Usually, you were the one to crack a joke, to throw in a sarcastic comment. Right now, though, you were stiff. “Anyway, enough of that crap.” laughing shortly. “Y’all wanna listen to some music, right?” the audience agreed loudly, whistles & cheers could be heard all across the room. “You haven’t heard this song yet. It’s an original, I wrote it not too long ago & I hope you’ll like it. This is called “Song On Fire”.” waiting for Stephen’s sign, you started off the song together. Playing the guitar quietly. And while you shakingly made your way through the first few words, you gathered yourself enough to sing the rest perfectly.

The first words that come out

And I can see this song will be about you

I can’t believe that I can breathe without you

But all I need to do is carry on

The next line I write down

And there’s a tear that falls between the pages

I know that pain’s supposed to heal in stages

But it depends which one I’m standing on

 I write lines down, then rip them up

Describing love can’t be this tough

 I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke

I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly

Tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon

Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much

Unless I sing this song to you

 When you sang these words, you made sure to look in Jensen’s direction & again, your eyes locked. This time for a lot longer. It was as if you two were the only ones in this room. Just you & him. Pouring your heart & soul into this one song. Hoping he would realize what you really felt for him.

 I’m dying to show you

This could end happily ever after

There doesn’t ever have to be disaster

And all you have to do is sing along

 I write lines down, then rip them up

Impossible describing love

 I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke

I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly

Tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon

Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much

Unless I sing this song to you

 Rob’s & your voice blended together seamlessly & the band managed to make this song sound like it had been one of theirs. Like you had played it together a million times before.

 I could set this song on fire

Sing this song to you

I could set this song on fire

 Light this old guitar on fire, I’d still hear the notes

Drown the melody in water, I’d still hear its ghost

Sing it with somebody else, but we’d be out of tune

Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much

 I could set this song on fire, send it up in smoke

I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly

Tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon

Play it for the world, but it won’t mean much

Unless I sing this song to you

 I could set this song on fire

Unless I sing this song to you

I could set this, I could set this

I want to sing this song to you

I could set this song on fire

Sing this song to you

I could set this, I could set this

 The last part, Rob let you sing alone & as you belted out the last words, your eyes closed briefly. Only after hearing the cheers & the clapping did you open them again. Immediately, Rob went over & took you in for a quick hug. Whispering in your ear how proud he was of your performance. That you nailed it.

“Wow, guys. Thank you.” you were overwhelmed by the response of the fans. But your adrenaline washed away when you noticed Jensen no longer watching you from the side of the stage. Still, you had a smile on your face. There was no way you could let the people see that something was wrong.

“That was (Y/N) (Y/L/N) with “Song On Fire”. Let her hear you guys!” Rob urged the audience on & again, the room erupted into loud cheers. Waving before leaving the stage, your smile fell the moment the curtain closed behind you.

“(Y/N)?” there was not even time for you to drown in self pity when a voice yelled for you. Turning around, you were shocked to see Jensen jogging up to you. His hands went to cup your cheeks. Pulling your face closer to his, your eyes closed as his lips pressed softly onto yours. Was this really happening right now? Melting into his touch, you could feel yourself getting lost in the moment. Fireworks were going off inside of you. No matter how many times you had imagined this exact moment, nothing could compare to what you were feeling right this instance. When the two of you needed to pull away for air, you found yourself staring straight into his beautiful eyes.

“God, I hope this song was about me or I just embarrassed myself.” he whispered, afraid that someone else might listen in on your conversation even though you were completely alone backstage. A sheepish smile spread across your face & you interrupted his rambling by kissing him again. If you had known that a song was all it took for the two of you to take that next step then you would have performed on stage way sooner. His hands were at your waist, yours around his neck. Standing close to each other, scared, that you might lose each other. Which would never happen. Not that you finally found to each other.

“I’m sorry.” you started apologizing to which Jensen only furrowed his eyebrows.

“What for?” he had no clue why you felt like you had to say sorry.

“I’m really not good at this entire feelings stuff.” giggling at how stupid you sounded, your eyes shot to the floor.

“I don’t know, that was pretty damn romantic.” he joked & made you laugh with his words. True. Dedicating a song to someone was probably one of the most romantic things one could do.

“Jensen?” your forehead pressed against his chest. Arms tightening around you, he enjoyed having you this close to him. Rob had told him that you liked him & after paying more attention to it, he could see it, too. Yet, he was too much of a coward to do anything about it. Because he got incredibly shy whenever you were around. You could feel him humming so you continued. “I’m actually planning on recording the song. In the studio & all. Jason offered to help me.”

“That’s gre-“ you did not even let him finish because you had another idea in your head.

“And I wanted to ask you to be a part of it.” pulling away slightly to catch his reaction, you were surprised to find a shocked face. “Of course only if you want to. I get it if you don-“

“I’d love to.” his look changed into pure adoration for you. You swore that this man took your breath away by simply looking at you. All of a sudden, Jensen started laughing.

“What?”

“This is gonna be such a cliché story to tell at upcoming Conventions.” he was right. Honestly, it would make a good plot for a movie. Shaking your head at him, you hugged him tighter again. No way in hell would you ever let him go. It took you a lot of courage to take that step & you were more than happy that your plan was successful. You were glad that Louden Swain supported your idea. You thanked Rob for being a great best friend. Finally, Jensen & you had each other. And as much as you loved the idea of it, you were sure that the fans would freak out even more. They had been shipping you for ages. After all, you guys had a connection nobody else shared but everybody else noticed. You guys were bound to end up together from the very beginning.

Published (05/06/2021) by Cathy

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Louden Swain

Title: Louden Swain Summary: Rob finds out that you are capable of signing when he hears you singing one of his favorites performances of the show Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader; Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jared Padalecki Prompt: Square Filled > Rob Benedict Warnings: None Word Count: 1327 This was written for the @spnchristmasbingo​​

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You were a really good friend of the Supernatural cast, you’ve never acted on the show, but because you were one of Jensen’s best friends, the cast adopted you like one more of the family.  They always count you to be part of every event they had to attend.

Jensen was the only one in the group that knew you were a great singer, even if you’d denied it a million times. Unfortunately, you’ve never been able to perform due to your fear of the public, you’d rather stay in the back, or just help to settle everything on stage.

One day, you were staying at Jensen’s house because he was throwing a little private party for the cast of Supernatural. You were happy that he let you get involved with them. You knew how much they meant for him, and let you be part of that meant a lot to you. You were in the living room playing with one of Jensen’s guitar when he entered -Are you nervous to meet Rob Benedict? — Jensen asked you He knew you admired him, you were a fan of his band and Jensen made sure to bring you to any convention or event he was going to perform. -Kind of — you giggled -He’s a nice guy. Are you going to show him your little video? — He asked intriguingly -Nope — you answered fast — Don’t even think about it — You said and left the living room You’ve been thinking about that video lately.  A few months ago, you filmed yourself playing “Fare Thee Well” on the guitar. After a lot of hard work, and countless hours trying to decipher the chords, you finally managed to get it right, and to celebrate it, you filmed yourself and sent it to Jensen.  

Later that night, you were surrounded by the cast, laughing and telling prank stories to Misha and the others. You felt a little uncomfortable being around them because they were a little family with inside jokes and all and you fell off in there. Jensen noticed and quickly changed the subject to integrate you into the conversation. You talked about your life, your job, a little bit of background story of your friendship with Jensen, basically a little bit of everything so they could meet you more. As the late-night was settling, Jensen brought two of his guitars, one he gave to Rob and the other to you -You play? — Rob asked you and you just nodded -She is the best — Jared said and you blushed -Lead the way — Rob said and you smiled Everyone was surprised at how well you played the guitar. Everyone congratulated you and kept teasing Jensen for keeping you hidden. Rob stayed next to you, and both of you kept playing random chords together -How long have you been playing? — Rob asked -Since I remember, my whole life basically. I just learned — you said like it was nothing -You just learned? — Rob sounded surprised -Yeah, my older brother had a guitar. One day I went to his room, I picked it and started to play with my fingers, he found me, he taught me the basics and from then I did it on my own — you explained -Have you seen him playing that you knew the chords? -Nah, I just remembered the sounds -Really? Wow -Hey! Look! — Jensen said -Y/N left Rop speechless — he added and everyone burst to laugh You felt shy, everyone was making a big deal of your skills with the guitar, but for you it was nothing. -By any chance, do you know how to sing? — Rob questioned — I’m planning to release an album with covers, and I would love to have you — he explained -Thanks for the offer, but unfortunately I don’t. — you left the guitar on the chair — It was great meeting you, Rob. I really admire you — you said and left him.  You were heading back to your room when Jensen spotted you -Is everything alright? — he asked you concerned -Yeah, just tired. I’m calling a night — you said with a little smile -Are you sure? — you just nodded — Get some rest. See you in the morning — he kissed your cheek and left you

A few days later, you were still staying at Jensen’s when your phone buzzed

RB: Hey! My offer is still open, please consider it YN: Thanks Rob, but my answer is still the same. Talk with Jensen, he’ll explain. xx

You opened your chat with Jensen and texted him

YN: Why did you give Rob my number? Now, you’ll have to talk with him JA: I gave your number to most of the cast, they want you to be a part of the team officially JA: Ok. I’ll show him your video. JA: Kidding, I’ll talk to him, don’t worry

That day, you went to your room and grabbed the guitar, you put on your headphones and started to imitate “Amazing” from Louden Swain. You were a big fan of them, you loved listening to them at the conventions. Once you got the right chords, you filmed yourself, playing the guitar and singing. When you finished filming it, you sent it to Jensen, like you always did. 

*Jensen’s POV*

He was at the SPN set with Jared, and Rob, when he felt his phone buzzing. He saw on the lockscreen that it was a video from you. A smile appeared on his face. He unlocked it and opened the chat with you. Just with the image preview, he knew what it was, before pressing play, he checked the volume was loud enough for them to hear you. The video started, you were with your eyes closed, like in every other video he has from you, it was like you were letting the music get into you. You started to sing and he felt full, he loved hearing you sing, you brought calmness to his senses. As soon as they heard a sound, Jared and Rob stayed in silence listening, they thought you were on a call. Jared smiled in an instant when he recognized your voice, he knew what Jensen was doing. Rob recognized his song and kept listening -Such a great voice — Rob mentioned When the video finished, Jensen sent her a quick text

JA: You are awesome. Love it. One of my favourites YN: All of them are your favorites. Love you JA: May I? Please, but I will tell him that you don’t sing in public, so he doesn’t push YN: Yes. Only if you promised he won’t get insisted. JA: Thanks! I promise! Love you more

-Who was that? — Rob asked -Y/N -No way, she said… -She says that because she doesn’t like to sing in public. Don’t push her to make her sing. -Do you have more? I won’t I promise — Rob said sincerely Jensen showed him a few more videos before they had to film again.

*Y/N’s POV*

You knew that Jensen was going to show Rob the last video you sent him, so you decided to send Rob one more. You sent the “Fare Thee Well” video, you knew that song by heart and you were aware it was one of his favorites. Sometime later you got a text

RB: Such an amazing voice YN: Thanks. And thank you for understanding RB: I do, but that doesn’t mean that we are going to have a private session YN: Oh boy RB: Please YN: I know I’ll regret it, but fine,  RB: :)

You couldn’t believe it, you were going to have a private session with Rob Benedict. You were daydreaming. You opened your chat with Jensen and sent him a quick text because you knew he was filming.

YN: You are awesome YN: Thank you :D

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Little Drummer Boy

Title: Little Drummer Boy

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Word Count: 1298 (With Lyrics) 1115 (without lyrics)

Warnings: fluff

Prompt: Little Drummer Boy

Summary: Louden Swain decide to host a small Christmas live stream for their fans. Rob invites a special guest to sing a song with him, and everyone can see the chemistry between them.

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“How many are watching now?” Rob asked himself as he checked the number of people watching the live stream. It was five days til Christmas so he didn’t expect much. “Holy crap. A couple thousand of you guys are watching. Hey guys!” Rob gave a little wave before his hand returned to his guitar.

“They heard Jensen was gonna be here,” Stephen Norton picked up.

Robbie laughed and nodded his head. “It’s true. It’s true. But thank you all for sticking around until he does show up.”

Rob strummed a chord, fiddling with the guitar and what to sing next. “Actually would you guys mind if we brought in our first guest of the night? She’s a real special lady and I’m sure you’ll love her and her voice.”

Comments flooded the chat room, everyone screaming yes and placing their guesses on who it was. Rob crooked a finger at you and you smiled, leaving your spot on his couch to sit by him in front of the tree.

“Some of you may know Y/N. She played the angel Lailah for the better half of season 9. And, I’ve heard from a little birdy that she may be coming back?” Rob asked, smirking at you.

You shook your head and shrugged. “That’s what Jensen and Jared tell me, but I haven’t received a script yet. Oh and, in case you guys are wondering, I’ve been sitting with Jensen this whole time, who’s been talking non stop about the latter half of season 13.”

Jensen made his way over, leaning into the frame. He placed both his hands on your shoulders as he leaned, giving a wide smile to the camera. “Y/N here is a phenomenal actor and singer. If you guys follow Louden Swain, you’ve probably heard her sing ‘Rock Song’ a dozen times at the cons she attends.”

“Well, there’s Jensen for y’all. Thanks for the appearance, you guys can go now,” Richard laughed when Jensen ducked out of frame. He returned to his spot on the couch, but not before handing a guitar to you.

“Y/N is gonna sing a little ditty with me. I actually sang this with Jason Mann’s on his Christmas album… Uhhh, do you have anything else to add, Y/N?” Rob asked, turning towards you.

“Yeah, uh, I chose this song because it reminds me of being home with my parents for Christmas and just Christmases when I was a kid. Just reminds me of the true meaning of Christmas, I suppose.”

“Well, without further ado, this is Little Drummer Boy.”

You slowly began strumming the first few chords on your guitar, Rob following close behind.

“Come they told me Pa rum pum pum pum A newborn King to see Pa rum pum pum pum

“Our finest gifts we bring Pa rum pum pum pum To lay before the King Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum

“So to honor him Pa rum pum pum pum When we come” Rob’s voice carried out as it turned to just the guitars playing for the next few seconds.

“Little baby Pa rum pum pum pum I am a poor boy too Pa rum pum pum pum

“I have no gift to bring Pa rum pum pum pum That’s fit to give our King Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum

“Shall I play for you Pa rum pum pum pum On my drum.” You looked over to Rob when you had finished singing, noticing he had been looking right at you. You blushed, turning your head to your guitar to watch your fingers play the chords.

When you looked back up, Rob was still staring at you. You grinned and carried on to the next verse that the two of you had planned to share.

“Mary nodded Pa rum pum pum pum The ox and lamb kept time Pa Rum pum pum pum” Norton picked up on the box drum at that line and you paused in your singing to let Rob take over.

“I played my drum for him Pa rum pum pum pum”

You continued,

“I played my best for him Pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum”

“Then he smiled at me Pa rum pum pum pum Me and my drum.” You finished the final verse together, letting your guitars strum out in the end then listened as the rest of the special guests clapped in the background, making the two of you laugh.

You began packing up your things, trying to make the job easier for Rob in the end, but got sidetracked talking to Jason about a possibility of appearing on his next covers with friends album.

Rob was finishing up the live stream, the band saying their goodbyes to the fans and wishing them happy holidays. When the stream had ended, Billy kicked Rob’s foot.

“You know you have to ask her,” he smirked. “I swear when you two sang Little Drummer Boy it was like she was the only one there to you. And the fans pointed out that chemistry.”

Rob rolled his eyes at his bandmate and best friend. “I will. I have a plan, alright? One that doesn’t involve all our other friends being in the room.”

“You call us after it happens,” Rich demanded. “Don’t leave out a single detail.”

Everyone knew about Rob’s crush on you. He met you first at a convention, Jensen introducing the two of you and practically begging him to show you the ropes, which he gladly accepted the offer. You quickly became friends with a bond over good movies and great music and it wasn’t long until you began hanging out outside of conventions. You even made an appearance in Kings of Con, the two of you were so close.

Everyone cleared out, wanting to get back to their own families and spend their little vacation time with their loved ones. You offered to help Rob finish cleaning, not wanting to leave him in a bind, even though there wasn’t much to clean. Truth be told, you didn’t want to leave quite yet.

“Thank you for coming and helping out. I know the fans appreciated it just as much as me and the band did,” he spoke, bringing coffee mugs to the kitchen sink.“You don’t have to stick around Y/N/N if you don’t want to. I think I can handle it.”

“It’s okay. I’m by myself for the next few days, so I’m just trying to stay out of the house as much as possible.” You followed Rob to the kitchen, leaning on the island as he put the cups in the dishwasher.

“Do you have family coming over for the holiday?” Rob asked, looking back at you and seeing you had moved closer.

“I’m going to my sister's house for dinner but truthfully it’s just me for most of our hiatus.”

“We should do something. I’m by myself this year, and I could use the company. We could do Christmas breakfast or I could take you to see the lights downtown on Christmas Eve,” he suggested, this time fully turning around. He leaned over the opposite side, those blue eyes sinking into yours.

“Like a date?” You braved.

“Yeah. Like a date.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I’d really love that, Rob. I’d love to spend some time with you,” you admitted.

He smiled, not saying much else but turning around to finish the dishes. “You know if you want to, we can watch a movie tonight. It’ll keep you from going back home too early.”

A rosy blush filled your cheeks at his suggestion. “That sounds amazing. I think I know the perfect one.”

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Pyjama Cuddles

Rob Benedict x Reader (fluff)

Word Count: 2,776

Description: You turn up at Rob's hotel door with hot cocoa. Cuddling ensues.

A/N: I pictured this being on the night before a Con starts.

This is my first RPF... I hope I have kept it as respectful and true-to-character as possible. Please give feedback - I love to hear what you think.

You stood outside Rob's room door hesitating. In each hand you held a cardboard take-out cup full of hot cocoa and the warmth seeped through the corrugated sleeves into the skin of your palms. You stared at the door. Your first thought was 'how the fuck am I gonna knock?' Your second thought was 'What if I've misread this entire thing?' You would obsessively re-check your phone for the message exchange, but you had no free hand to do so. What had he said? You sat down on the floor against the wall and carefully placed the cups down to get out your phone. 'I'm pretty tired. Think I'm just gonna chill with a movie.' 'Sounds like a good plan, I might do the same,' you had said. 'Anyone who happened to stop by with cocoa would be a hero 😉' he had added. The wink face was what got you. That was definitely an invitation, right? Or at least an indication that you showing up in your pyjamas would be happily received. Maybe.

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair.

Was this weird?

You had spent a lot of time with Rob now and would say you were definitely friends.

But now you were sat here in the thin fabric and no bra, the whole thing began to feel far more intimate than you had imagined.

At least you had your hoodie on, you thought.

You looked down at it and groaned. What were you thinking? You had thrown on your 'Louden Swain' hoodie without thinking, so now you just looked like some crazy fangirl-groupee-wannabe. Is that what he would think?

You sighed. There was only one way to find out.

You stood up and knocked, then quickly bent down to pick up the cups again.

It took a few minutes for Rob to answer the door.

He pulled it ajar and poked his head round cautiously.

He smiled when he saw it was you and pulled the door open a little more.

'Hey!' He said. His eyes crinkled in the corners and his whole face softened.

'You brought cocoa?'

'I did,' you grinned bashfully.

He came forward and stood fully in the gap in the door.

He was still dressed, wearing dark jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also wore his glasses.

You had only seen them a bunch of times, but he really suited them.

He ran his hand through his messy, curly locks then held out his hand and gestured to you.

'You're ... my favourite person,' he said, looking genuinely pleased.

He fixed his eyes on yours, intense and full of sincerity.

'Thank you. I love you.'

You beamed again.

'You know, I thought it would be nice...'

He cut you off, looking you up and down.

'Are you in Pyjamas?' He asked with a teasing grin.

'Um, yeah,' you said, shifting nervously.

His smile turned into one of those comical slanted smirks while he raised one eyebrow.

'Is someone a little sleepy?'

'Someone is wondering what movie you're watching?'

He laughed and pushed the door all the way open, stepping aside.

'Come on in. I haven't picked one yet.' You hesitated. 'Is that... I mean... do you mind?' He smiled, shaking his head dismissively and ushering you in with his arm. You walked in and he turned to close the door behind you. When he turned back to you, you handed him one of the cups. He took it from you and held it up with a nod in thanks. He pointed with his other hand to the bed. 'Take a pew,' he said, turning to the TV to turn it on. He had this kind of excited energy about his movements you hadn't expected to see when he claimed to be tired. Maybe you really had brightened his night. You shuffled over to the bed and placed your cocoa down on the side. You sat down on the edge of the bed gingerly. You glanced at him. He seemed happy enough and not weirded out. He picked up the remote and walked over to the other side of the bed, carefully putting both the remote and his cup down on the side. He gave you a cheeky grin then jumped and threw himself heavily onto the bed, making you judder and bounce with the mattress. You giggled and it must have been infectious because Rob started giggling too. 'Get over here,' he said, patting the bed next to him. You shrugged and swung your legs around, resting your back against the headboard. You rearranged the pillow and fidgeted a bit While Rob flipped through Channels. You suddenly felt incredibly self conscious. How should you sit? Was it rude to get too comfy? Was it more rude not to? Were you too close? You crossed your legs and shoved your hands in your hoodie pouch, then shuffled around again. You realised Rob had stopped and was watching you. You looked up at him to see he was smiling softly again. There was a real affection in the set of his features. 'What?' You asked. He quickly looked down at his lap and ran his fingers through his hair again. His words tumbled from his mouth in staccato. 'Nothing. I just... you just...you're,' he exhaled sharply. 'I'm glad you came over.' He seemed unable to stop grinning and it spread to you. 'Good. I was worried it would be weird.' He shook his head. 'No - what? No. Not at all. You're... hey,' he said, his head tilting. He reached towards you and took a piece of your hoodie in his fingers, stretching it slightly to smooth out the logo. He touched your boob by accident, but you didn't say anything. 'You're wearing your Louden Swain hoodie,' he grinned at you. You blushed and gave a nervous laugh. 'Oh god. Sorry. I feel like such a fan girl.' 'No I love it,' he said, that gorgeous smile still lighting up His face. He hadn't taken his eyes off you. 'I'm serious.' He looked down now. 'My music is important to me, and it means a lot that you like it so much.' There was a long pause before either of you spoke again, and he just fixed you with those blue eyes. He looked down suddenly at his hand still holding the fabric of your hoodie and let go. 'Sorry,' he mumbled. 'I held on for too long, didn't I?' 'It's fine,' you said and laughed. He ran his hand through his hair again, but you noticed his hand was shaking slightly. He fidgeted a little, seeming to forget the task at hand. He was nervous, you realised. Having seemed so confident and relaxed before, being this close to you and thinking he had overstepped had made him doubt himself.

You briefly wondered if you should leave and let him have his own space. The last thing you wanted to do was get him worked up in what was supposed to be his downtime. He tapped his hand awkwardly on his leg. You placed your hand on top of his and he turned to you. You looked into his eyes. 'Rob. It's ok.' You interlaced your fingers with his. 'I'm a tactile person. None of this arms-length crap.' You felt him exhale and relax again. He nodded with a smile. 'Thanks,' he said, then reached his other hand over to get the remote, not wanting to move his hand from yours. 'So, any preference?' He added, moving the conversation on. 'I'm easy,' you shrugged. Rob paused, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile like he was trying not to laugh. He brought his hand to his face, rubbing at his beard and trying to decide whether to say something or not. You realised what you'd said. 'No, I mean... I mean I don't mind what movie...' he was laughing now. 'Shut up,' you laughed. 'Is that why you came over here?' He giggled. 'Oh, fuck off,' you smiled, taking your hand from his and shoving him over by his shoulder. 'I definitely don't have the energy for any of that tonight.' He pulled himself upright again and looked at you laughing while you blushed. 'Just shut up and pick a film, dickhead,' you said, squeezing just above his knee. 'Alright, alright,' he said, selecting a channel on the TV and placing the remote down again. You both reached over and picked up your cocoa to take a sip. When you sat back with it, your shoulder was touching his, your arm pressed up against him. He seemed to be tucking his arms into his side awkwardly, not quite sure how much personal space you wanted to share. So you shuffled a little closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder.

He seemed to relax again and slid his arm across the small of your back against the pillow. His fingers curved round your hip. You sighed with contentment. 'Is that ok?' He said softly, resting his cheek against your head. You weren't sure to which action he was referring. You smiled. 'Yeah.' So you settled in to watch the film, sipping your cocoa and blinking rapidly to stop your eyelids dropping. You couldn't entirely fight it, though, and only realised you had been falling asleep when your head slipped off Rob's shoulder and you jolted awake, gripping your cup to make sure you didn't drop it. 'Are you alright?' Rob laughed. You sat up and drained your drink. 'Yeah I'm just... no I mean I'm awake,' you tried to convince him and yourself. Rob raised his eyebrow with a smile. 'We can stop if you need to go to bed?' 'No!' You said too quickly. 'No, I'm fine. This is nice. I'm happy staying here with you.' You reached over and placed your empty cup on the side. 'If you're happy for me to, of course,' you added, studying his face for signs that he wasn't. He smiled affectionately, looking into your eyes. 'Of course. I'd like that.' He looked down. 'You're very cute when you're sleepy.'

You shrugged with a grin, then shuffled back up to him and slid your arms around him, nuzzling your head between his shoulder and neck. He pulled you into him, his hand again curving round your hip. But this time his fingers slipped underneath the fabric of your pyjama top and connected with bare skin. You didn't say anything. He lightly stroked your skin, warm fingers brushing tenderly. He must have felt your heart rate increase but didn't mention it. He just planted a small kiss on the top of your head. You were definitely more awake now, trying to catch up on what you missed in the film. You were getting the gist, but wouldn't trust your version of what was going on if you were honest. You were much more interested in the sensation of Rob's warmth against your face and the steady rise and fall of his chest. Your head started to slip down again so you readjusted yourself to rest against his chest. It was only then you noticed his heartbeat was a little faster than it should be too. Wordlessly, rob began to stroke your hair ever so gently and you let out what can only be described as a little purr. A chuckle rumbled in his chest. 'My little kitten,' he said, a warm smile in his voice. You huffed a laugh into his chest then sat up slightly. 'No, that's when I start padding against your tummy,' you said, pushing the flats of your hands against his stomach like a cat would. He raised his eyebrows at you then laughed - no - giggled in that way only Rob could. It made you feel like the funniest person he'd ever met. You buried your head into his stomach again and he rested his hand on your head. 'Hold on,' he said, tapping your head. 'Sit up for a sec.' You sat up and he started to undo his belt. You looked at him with a quizzical smile.

'Calm down,' he grinned. 'My belt's just digging in.' He pulled his belt out from the loops and dropped it on the floor to the side. You tried to stop yourself but you giggled. 'Hey, why don't you change if you're uncomfortable?' You said. 'Nah, it's fine. Just the belt,' he dismissed. You shrugged and took your place again, cuddled up to his stomach. You stretched out your legs behind you, lying in your stomach diagonally across the bed. 'My toes are cold. Wish I'd worn socks,' you grumbled. 'Stick 'em under the sheets, then,' Rob said. You slid your feet just under the covers before realising you were now actually IN his bed. You nuzzled your face into his thighs, your top and hoodie now riding up and exposing the bare skin of your waist. With only a second's hesitation, Rob moved his hand onto your waist and rested it there. He was warm against you. He must have realised you weren't even bothering with the film anymore, but he just held you and realised how comfortable and relaxed you must be as your chest rose and fell steadily. He stroked your hair with his other hand. You only felt yourself stirring from your sleep when Rob carefully shifted, lifting your head from his lap and swinging his legs out. He placed you gently back down and stood up. Your consciousness swirled about your head in a haze and your limbs felt heavy, so you stayed where you were. The bed was warm where his legs had been and you smiled, snuggling down. You were aware of the noise from the TV stopping and some shuffling about. After a few minutes, you felt the mattress sink. His hand came gently onto your back and you realised this was the part where he asked you to leave and you had to drag yourself up and stumble your way back to your room. He swept your hair from your face and stroked the back of his fingers against your cheek. He said your name softly. You sighed and your eyes fluttered open.

You rolled into your side to look up at him. He was smiling down at you, his wavy hair all messed up. He was now wearing a blue t-shirt and matching checked pyjama pants. He looked so good you wanted you pull him down and cuddle him. You rubbed your eyes. 'I guess I should go,' you said, not masking the disappointment and lack of motivation for this action. Rob shook his head. 'Nah, I can't turf you out when you look so cute and comfy. Just budge up so I got room.' He lightly pushed you on your ribs with a cheeky smile. You shuffled over, burrowing yourself deeper under the covers. You shivered at the change of temperature. 'It's cold over here,' you groaned, curling up into a ball. Rob slid under the covers and lay propped up on his side. 'You'll soon warm up. You shouldn't sleep in a hoodie, though. You'll overheat.' You looked at him with puppy eyes. He sighed, an affectionate smile taking over his face. 'I'll keep you warm.' You grinned and shuffled about pulling your hoodie over your head without sitting up. You got a bit tangled up, so Rob helped you out. He used one hand to hold your shirt down and preserve your dignity, and the other to untangle the fabric and pull it over your head. He looked at it with a smile before throwing it into the chair across the room. 'My little fan girl,' he muttered. You shivered and hugged yourself as the cold air hit your arms. You let out a small, exaggerated whimper. He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head. 'Come here. Roll over,' he said and you did, lying on your side facing away from him. He lay down and pressed himself against your back, wrapping his arm around your middle and pulling you closer to him. His warmth flooded into you as you shivered. 'I got you,' he murmured into your ear. He pulled the duvet up over you both and wrapped his arm around you again. His thumb rested on the bottom of your breast. It didn't take long at all before you had stopped shivering and relaxed into Rob's warm embrace. Sleep began to fog over your brain. Before it took you completely, you uttered the words 'thank you.' He squeezed you and kissed your neck. 'You're welcome,' he whispered. And you both drifted off into a peaceful, cocoa-filled sleep lying happily in each other's arms.

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