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perplexedflower · 2 years ago

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Last Floor To My Heart

Fandom: Supernatural RPF.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Richard Speight Jr. x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 4,855.

Summary: In a single night, [Y/N]'s life takes a turn for the worse; that is, until she goes seeking comfort in the arms of the only man who can make it all better.

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Everything happened so fast.

Restlessly sitting on the living room couch, my crossed legs could not stop fidgeting as I waited for Mark to come home. A few minutes earlier, he had called me to say he was on his way home, and that he had something important to tell me when he would be back. When I had asked him why he could not simply tell me over the phone, he had answered it was too significant not to be discussed face-to-face. I had not argued any further, but deep down I knew damn well it was not like him to say a thing such as that.

Mark and I had been dating for almost two years, and this time we had spent together had been good to us. We had met on the set of Supernatural, and back then, it was clear to everyone that we hit it off right away; I was introduced to the plot as an endgame character, so I made my debut near the last seasons of the show. However, I had still been given the opportunity to play alongside Mark, even if only for a few times. And although I was instantly charmed by his Lucifer, I got to know him personally over time and consequently fell for him beyond his character.

It had taken us a while to officially get together, but once we did, we never let go of each other. And we both believed things would grow and evolve between the two of us, shifting our relationship into something more and more serious as time would go on. At least, that is what I believed in until I started noticing a change in Mark's behavior, a change in the way he would talk to me, and act around me. I had always brushed that feeling aside, convincing myself it was only a misinterpretation, a fabrication of my own paranoid mind. But with one simple phone call, all my suspicions had come flowing back up to the surface, and it was becoming hard to ignore them.

As I was getting deeply lost in thought, I suddenly heard the front door open and turned around, only to see Mark enter the living room in somewhat of a rush.

"Hey." He promptly let out without even looking at me.

"Hey..." I awkwardly said back.

I was searching for his eyes, but it was clear to me he was trying to avoid making eye contact with me.

"So... you wanted to tell me something?"

My stomach felt like a tangled bag of knots, hurting my guts, which had a bad feeling about what was about to take place.

"Yeah, we need to talk."

This sentence alone made me gulp and look down at my feet.

"Listen, [Y/N]..." Mark started with faint remorse. "I'm sorry... It truly pains me to say it, as much as it will pain you to hear it, but... we should break up."

I blankly stared at him, in a complete state of shock.

"But—"

"No." He cut me off with a sigh. "It's for the best, trust me."

What? Why? How? Have I done something wrong? Have you met another woman? Do you not love me anymore?

Questions began piling up in my mind, so many questions I wanted to ask him. But I was rendered unable to speak.

"I'm sorry." He said once more, still looking away from me.

His apologies were not fully sincere, I could feel it, I knew him well enough to feel it. But still, I was not able to talk back. All I could do was cry. And so I did: I cried miserably on this couch, feeling sorry for myself, wondering how pathetic Mark must have found me. As my thoughts started to overwhelm me, I finally managed to stand up and walked to our bedroom without a word. I grabbed my suitcase and my duffle bag and put them both on the bed; I rapidly gathered my things, which I had scattered across the room, and stuffed them all back inside my luggage. There was not much to collect, just the essentials: clothes, a book, and my computer. But I refused to leave in this house the only few things I had brought with me. I knew I was no longer wanted here; I knew I had to get out of there.

I quickly changed my clothes and put on a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a jacket, and shoes. I zipped and closed both my suitcase and bag, before leaving the room with them in hand. As I walked to the front door, I came back into the living room, and Mark stood up as he saw me, ready to go, my hand on the knob.

"[Y/N]—"

"No, don't say anything." I said while crying, interrupting him. "That's what you wanted, for me to go away. So that's what I'm doing."

And with that, I opened the door and stepped outside, after which I closed it right back behind me. Standing in front of the house, I let my luggage fall on the ground beside me and grabbed my head with my hands as I cried more tears.

How did this happen? And why?

I regained my composure and wiped away my tears, before picking up my suitcase and my bag. I took a few steps away from the house and looked around: I had nowhere to go. Mark's house was not very far away from the city center, so I decided to take a night walk. I had always loved walking down the streets at night. But not in this particular state of mind. Not while emotionally devastated.

After a few minutes of aimless strolling, I entered the heart of the city and started seeing all types of people walking up and down the streets, going in and out of restaurants, shopping, and simply minding their own business. As an extroverted person, it had never bothered me much to be around masses of people, and at that very moment, it even allowed me to lose myself among them: I could have cried, nobody would have noticed.

I still had no idea what to do or where to go, wandering alone in the crowded streets. But as I turned my head to the right, my eyes fell on an imposing hotel, illuminated by gorgeous lit-up fountains and surrounded by various types of floral decorations. And that was when I remembered.

Richard. That's the hotel Richard's staying in.

Similarly to Mark, I had met Richard while working on Supernatural; and similarly to Mark, Richard and I had become close friends in only a matter of weeks. After the show had ended, we stayed in touch, and over time, we started to hang out more and more. We eventually began working on common projects together, though they were all silly and for our own amusement. But it led us to have somewhat of a reputation as a duo, to the point of being cast as the two main protagonists in a brand-new TV show. We obviously both accepted, and this new shared adventure had brought us yet even closer to each other.

It had now been some time since we had started working together on the series, and it had taken us to Los Angeles, where we had to shoot for about a week. The production crew had decided to put both of us up in a hotel, but I had told them not to book me a room since I knew Mark resided in town and that I could spend the nights over at his place. Production had accepted my request and ended up booking a single room for Richard, although they had told me it went against regular policy.

Standing in front of the hotel, I looked back on how I had thanked the crew for making an exception. But as I now felt lonely and abandoned, I wished I had not said anything and just accepted the hotel room from the get-go. With my suitcase in my left hand and my duffle bag over my right shoulder, I walked up to the entrance of the hotel and stopped in front of the security guarding the doors. Since I had no room registered to my name, I had not been granted access to the hotel, but Richard had given me an extra entry pass, in case I would need or want to see him in his hotel room.

I presented the pass to the guard and was let inside; walking in, I was instantly blinded by the bright lights emanating from the chandeliers mounted on the ceiling, which contrasted sharply with the darkness outside. For a second, I thought about giving Richard a call, to let him know I was on my way to his room; but given how emotionally weakened I was, I felt I would not be able to speak over the phone, so decided against it. I made my way to the elevator and tried to remember on which floor his room was as I stepped inside; after having searched deep enough in my memory, I pressed the button to the third floor and went up with the elevator. Once on the third floor, the elevator doors opened and I took a step into the bright red hallway.

I slowly walked up to his room and stopped at the door, my luggage in hand, my vision blurry, and my mind blown away. I leaned forward and knocked twice on his door with a shaky hand.

"Who is it?" I heard Richard's voice ask from far away.

"Richard... It's me..." I tried to speak loud and clear.

"... [Y/N]?" He asked with surprise, recognizing my voice. "Hang on."

Inside the room, I could hear fast and loud footsteps, and in a matter of seconds, the door opened widely: I was faced with Richard, staring into my eyes, visibly worried. The door had only just opened that I immediately fell into his arms, my body going limp.

"Woah— Hey, hey." He let out as he caught me by the shoulders. "[Y/N], what's wrong?"

A simple look into his eyes was enough to make him understand I was unable to speak, so he took from my hands the suitcase and bag I was carrying and put them both inside, by the door.

"C'mon, come inside." He said gently as he held me by the arms.

Once inside, he closed the door behind us and made me walk to the couch, before helping me sit down next to him. When he understood I could not stop crying, he put a delicate hand over my knee, which made me look up and into his shining eyes.

"Can you talk?" He started softly. "Do you want to talk? I'm not forcing you if you don't want to or don't feel like it."

Despite how pathetic and pitiful I was feeling mentally, my face still managed to shape my lips into a smile that I sent his way, alongside a nod. Richard and I had been really good friends ever since we had first met, for what seemed to me like forever, and he had always been so caring towards me. Every time I needed someone's presence, he was that someone. That someone who I knew would always be there for me.

I stared back at him and was pained to see how sad he was to see me in such a state.

"It's Mark..." I tried to say, a tear stuck in my throat. "... We broke up."

Richard stared at me in a way I could not describe: he seemed sad, shocked, and for some reason, angry.

"... What?" He finally said after a few seconds of silence.

"He told me it's what's best for us..."

He grabbed his forehead with a sigh, visibly pensive, before turning to me swiftly. He leaned closer to me and hugged me tight, wrapping me in his embrace to try and help me calm down. I felt at peace in his arms. I had always felt comfortable in Richard's arms. But never before had I craved his touch so badly. I grabbed tight onto his back as I allowed myself to cry more tears on his shoulder, my head resting against the crook of his neck. Mark's words had rendered a part of my soul cold and empty, but Richard's warmth was the only remedy I needed to fix it.

He passed a hand on my back, rubbing it back and forth, in hopes of stopping my tears from flowing.

"Shh, shh..." He lulled me softly.

His soothing shushing resonating through my mind, I lost myself in his embrace and kept holding him close, making him understand I did not want him to let go. We remained in each other's arms for a few silent minutes, until he pulled away gently and grabbed my shoulders with care: he looked at me straight in the eyes once more, and when I gazed inside his, it was as if an electrical shock was traveling through my entire body.

"Are you feeling any better?" He asked me with a faint smile.

"I don't know..." I answered honestly while shaking my head slowly.

Richard tucked a strand of hair behind my ear while slightly tilting his head to the side.

"What would help you feel better? What do you want, right now?"

My eyes were still interlocked with his, but my mind went elsewhere.

What do I want?

I asked myself the same question he had just asked me, but was somehow unable to come up with a definitive answer: instead of giving him a verbal response, I stared into his whiskey-colored eyes as I grabbed one of his hands with both of mine. His gorgeous face lit up with a stunning smile I had had the chance to see so many times before, but never had enough of.

"Well, in any case, I do know what you'd need right now." He started, backing away from me a little. "What do you say I make you a cup of tea, and go fetch you a blanket or two?"

I giggled softly at his offer and the sound of my own laughter made me realize I was starting to feel better.

"I say I'd very much appreciate it." I replied with a warm smile.

"Alright, I'll get on it right away then." He smiled back. "The tea might take a while to get ready, so don't hesitate to walk around and stretch your legs a bit."

"Good idea." I said as I stood up from the couch at the same time as him.

While Richard left the room, I took a look around, and only then did I realize his hotel room was not even a single room, but a suite. I spotted three other rooms, in addition to the living area: a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. I made my way to the bathroom while taking in everything around me.

"Damn, Rich..." I said out loud, addressing him even though he was not in the room with me. "They gave you a full-on suite."

"I know, right?" I heard him chuckle from another room.

I stepped inside the bathroom and passed a hand over the wall as I scoffed lightly.

"I can't believe I'm missing out on all of this." I murmured to myself somewhat disappointedly.

Walking deeper into the bathroom, I approached the sink and stopped in front of the mirror above it.

Jesus Christ...

"... I look like shit." I finished my thought aloud.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples with a sigh.

"And to think Richard had to see me like that..."

Opening my eyes back up, I looked more closely at my eyes and the ruined mascara around them.

I'll remove my makeup and clean my face a little, hopefully that'll make me look less miserable.

I made my way back to the front door and picked up my suitcase and my duffle bag: I carried them over to the living area, and set them both down on the floor next to the couch, before unzipping the suitcase, which contained a makeup bag. As I was about to leave the room, my makeup bag in hand, I noticed a blanket and a couple of pillows on the couch, which had not been there before. I smiled and headed back to the bathroom, but stopped by the kitchen this time; leaning a shoulder against the wall behind me, I observed Richard meticulously preparing my tea, softly humming a tune to himself, and felt my cheeks get hotter and hotter the longer I stared at him.

Before he got the chance to turn around and spot me, I kept on walking and entered the bathroom once more. I set my pouch down and opened it to take my makeup remover out, and started cleaning my face. After I had removed all traces of makeup from my face, I splashed some cold water on it, after which I dabbed on my skin with a fresh towel hanging beside the sink. With my face now cleaned and dried up, I took another look at myself in the mirror.

"Well... it's considerably better." I told myself with a sigh.

I put my makeup remover back into my makeup bag and exited the bathroom, and once I was in the living room again, I placed my bag back inside my suitcase. With that done and out of the way, I sat down on the couch once more and let my body relax at the contact of the soft blanket and pillows: just as I was getting comfortable, Richard entered the room, a warm smile on his face and a cup in hand.

"Tea's ready." He said as he walked up to me.

He sat down next to me and held out the mug before my hands.

"Here. Careful, it's hot."

"Thanks."

We exchanged smiles as I grabbed the mug from his hands, but our eyes left each other and my cheeks reddened when my fingers went brushing against his, his skin feeling hotter to the touch than the tea itself. I kept the cup in my hands for a while without actually drinking from it, taking in the heat from the ceramic, and feeling it spread throughout my body. As I took the first sip, I looked back at Richard.

"It's delicious." I told him with a sincere smile.

"It's the one I always make you when you're feeling down, but I perfected it by adding a few drops of honey and milk this time." He said with a sense of pride.

"Well, I love this new specialty of yours." I chuckled gently. "And I hope I'll get to taste it again in the future."

"I'll make you as much as you want. Even when you're not feeling down."

Perhaps it was the sip I had just swallowed, or the syrupy-sweet tone of his voice, but when I heard Richard's words, I felt my throat heat up and spread this heat across my face. Holding tight the mug in my hands, I dared look up and into his honey-colored eyes, sweeter than the honey in my tea. But once I had started staring into them, it was impossible for me to look away; stickier than nectar, they kept me unable to move or fight my way out of them, forcing me to lose myself deeper in them.

And if it had not been for him breaking our stare and looking away, I would have remained stuck into his gaze for all eternity.

"Alright, finish your tea up." He told me as he cleared his throat. "You've gotta rest a little, now."

I blinked a couple of times, pulling myself out of my reveries, and did as I was told. As I took the last sip from my mug, he grabbed the blanket he had brought over and carefully laid it over me, before taking the now-empty cup from my hands.

"If you can, try and take a nap. I know it's still early for sleep, but you've been through a lot tonight, you need to rest. Even just for a short while."

He stood up from the couch, the mug in hand, and turned to me.

"If you need me, or anything, I'll be in my bedroom, all right?"

"All right." I nodded.

As I watched him begin to leave the room, a voice inside of me reached out to him.

"Rich, wait." I suddenly said.

He stopped walking and turned around, only to meet my smiling face.

"Thank you, for everything."

A loving smile took shape on his face at the same time his cheeks got riddled with blush. Turning back around, he flipped the light switch off and headed for his bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room. I lay down across the couch, finding warmth in the cozy blanket covering my body, and closed my eyes with a yawn. As if he was still on the couch with me, I could smell Richard's cologne surrounding me, wrapping me in a feeling of reassurance. Everything around me felt so snug, so homelike, that I fell asleep right away.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt somewhat disoriented, but also revitalized. I reached out for my right jacket pocket and pulled my phone out to look at the time, and saw my good rest had lasted over half an hour. I stretched my arms and legs before slowly rising into a sitting position, and pushed the blanket aside. I rubbed my eyes while yawning then decided to take my phone out once again, this time to check if I had any potential notifications; but before I could even unlock my phone, I was distracted by Richard's voice, conversing with another, awfully familiar one, breaking the silence reigning throughout the entire suite.

I quietly stood up from the couch and as I slowly stepped toward his bedroom, the two voices got louder, deeper, and angrier. Not wanting to interrupt and make my presence known, I stopped around a corner of the wall and observed from afar.

"What's the deal with [Y/N]?" I saw Richard angrily ask the phone he was holding up to his ear.

"What happened between her and I is none of your goddamn business." I recognized Mark's voice on the other side of the line. "Besides, why are you even concerned about that? You should be happy, now she's all yours."

"I have the right to know. And I don't want her to be 'all mine'. She's not a plaything, Mark. You've treated her like a toy for so long, and now you've broken it."

"You think I take pride in what I've done? No, but it was for the best."

Before Richard could add anything else, Mark abruptly hung up on him, putting a forced end to their conversation.

"Bastard..." He murmured to himself as he glared at the phone.

Quietly standing still, I watched him sit down on the edge of his bed, before setting his phone aside and burying his face in his hands; hesitantly, I took a few steps forward and gently knocked on his wide-open bedroom door, revealing myself.

"Rich..." I said in a low voice.

The second he heard the sound of my voice, he looked up and met my eyes, before standing up quickly.

"[Y/N]—" He exclaimed as he walked toward me. "How long have you been up? Are you feeling any better?"

"I am, that nap felt really good." I answered him with a forced smile.

He smiled back at me, but we both knew that neither of our grins was heartfelt: mine slowly vanished as I stared into his eyes intensely.

"Listen, Rich..." I started awkwardly. "I... I heard you talk with Mark over the phone..."

His smile faded away and he instinctively avoided looking into my eyes as he backed off slightly; but I could not bring myself to divert my sight from him, and with the both of us staying silent, I could feel the uneasiness settle between us.

"Do you mind... explaining to me what Mark meant when he said what he said about you?" I shyly spoke up.

Richard exhaled heavily as he grabbed the back of his neck with one hand.

"[Y/N], I..."

He tried to speak, but I could read in him the struggle he was going through to find the right words to use: he did not finish his sentence and instead left it hanging, letting silence take over once more.

"You should be happy, now she's all yours."

This one sentence kept resonating in my head, and the more I was hearing it, the more I was beginning to accept it.

"I know what Mark meant, Rich." I said gently as I took a confident step forward. "But I want to hear it from you."

He finally looked up at me, and before he even said a word, I could read the love in his eyes, and I could feel it spread over to mine.

"I love you, [Y/N]." Richard confessed with a deep breath. "I always have. Since the first time we met, since the very moment I saw you, I've always felt this way about you. And, when you and Mark got together, I promised myself I'd keep my feelings hidden and away. The last thing I wanted was to ruin your relationship by interfering... Mark eventually figured it out a couple of weeks ago."

Listening to him pour his heart out to me, I could feel each and every single one of his words was truly sincere.

"[Y/N]... I'm so sorry to burden you with all this... You shouldn't have to sit through my rambling, after what you've just gone through with Mark—"

"No." I suddenly interrupted him.

His eyes opened wider in surprise, and the gleam visible inside of them was a sign he would have begun shedding a tear if I had not stopped him from talking further. I felt my cheeks flush as I took a step in his direction.

"I... I love you too." I shamefully admitted. "Like you, I always have. Something inside of me triggered when I first talked to you. But... I've always been unsure of my feelings for you, unsure of their true nature... It's always been in and out for me. Then, Mark came pretty early on, so I think my brain just... unconsciously pushed these feelings aside. But they've always been there. They never left."

Staring into his sparkling eyes, I felt the atmosphere surrounding us becoming heavier than ever.

"... I never knew you felt this way about me." I shook my head slowly. "But now, it just feels like it makes all the sense in the world..."

Losing some of my confidence, I looked down at my feet and sighed.

"God, I feel so stupid... I've been oblivious this whole time, I should've seen—"

"[Y/N]." He cut me off gently. "Don't blame yourself, please."

"No, I have my share of responsibility in this, Rich. If I had noticed your feelings for me right away, then... maybe... we could've—"

Before I could finish speaking, my cheeks were cupped by two strong hands, before I felt Richard's lips against mine. The contact of our skins against one another was so sudden, that I could not help but let out a soft, high-pitched moan as we kissed. It was such a passionate kiss, radiating love, yet it felt as though it was the softest I had ever received. Just as my limbs started relaxing and my lips began taking part in the action, Richard pulled away after only a few seconds, leaving a part of me frustrated and wanting more. He shook his head repeatedly as he pressed one of his hands on his forehead.

"Shit— I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, this is too soon—" He stuttered.

"No— I mean, yes—" I stammered as well. "But, to be honest... I think we both wanted it to happen."

We awkwardly stared at each other, our bodies still so close, which allowed me to see his slightly blushing cheeks and made my heart flutter.

"And, besides... even if it can't happen now doesn't mean it can't ever happen again at a later time..." I shyly added.

I lowered my gaze a little and delicately grabbed one of his hands with one of mine, before looking back up into his gorgeous eyes.

"When you asked me earlier, I didn't have an answer, but now, I know what I want."

Richard scoffed gently and smiled as he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"I'll need some time to heal from Mark, Richard. But I know I'll heal faster with you by my side."

As we held each other's hands, the warm smiles we exchanged made us both understand we were making the promise of being honest with ourselves and each other from there on.

"Then I'll never stray away from you."

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lesbiandarvey · 6 months ago

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so i’m watching the steven spielberg/tom hanks ww2 rpf show and richard speight jr is in it?????? i haven’t seen him yet but he was in the credits

i thought maybe it could be a different richard speight jr but how many richard speight jrs are there ?

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ao3feed-cockles · 8 months ago

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Jared has Wattpad!?

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55709917

by KiaLecterGraham

A story of a Jared who has a Wattpad account and who makes Destiel/Cockles and Sabriel stories; a Jensen and a Misha who by chance found out about this and start reading them; an Alexander who only wants to see his camera "parents" together and a Richard who only enjoys seeing his co-workers blush because of his boyfriend's stories.

Words: 511, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Richard Speight Jr., Jim Beaver, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Alexander Calvert, Ruth Connell, Danneel Harris, Vicki Vantoch, Genevieve Cortese, Eric Kripke

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki/Richard Speight Jr., Jim Beaver/Mark Sheppard, Jensen Ackles & Alexander Calvert & Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles & Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles & Jared Padalecki, Danneel Harris/Vicki Vantoch

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Real World, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Top Jensen Ackles, Bottom Misha Collins, Eventual Smut, Top Jared Padalecki, Established Jared Padalecki/Richard Speight Jr., Bottom Jim Beaver, Top Mark Sheppard, Destiel - Freeform, Sabriel - Freeform, Crobby - Freeform, wattpad, Jared writes Wattpad, Protective Jared Padalecki, Funny, Fluff and Crack, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Married Jim Beaver/Mark Sheppard

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55709917

#cockles #jensen ackles/misha collins #misha collins #jensen ackles #rpf #zapier #ao3feed #fanfic

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ao3feed-j2 · 1 year ago

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Rescue Mission: Impossible

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zXALbDC

by sinnerforhire

A billionaire nanotech entrepreneur's experimental submersible goes missing in the South Pacific. The SeaQuest is called in to rescue the submersible and its 5-person crew. Jared is concerned that most of the responsibility for finding the submersible--which is invisible to sensors--rests on Jensen's shoulders. He's even more concerned when he finds out that Captain Morgan expects the mission to fail.

Words: 2450, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of SeaQuest DSVerse

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF, seaQuest

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Misha Collins, Samantha Smith, Briana Buckmaster, Mark Sheppard, Richard Speight Jr., Rob Benedict, Mark Pellegrino

Relationships: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Submarines, Military, Navy, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Light Angst, Bottom Jensen Ackles

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zXALbDC

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #j2 #padackles #supernatural rpf

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 4 months ago

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Supernatural/The Winchesters Stories

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0RlSHMW by MickMarsFanGurl1313 Words: 36747, Chapters: 15/?, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Stories From Tumblr Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Supernatural (TV 2005) RPF, The Winchesters (TV 2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Misha Collins, West Collins, Maison Collins, Darius Marder, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Rob Benedict, Richard Speight Jr., Ruth Connell, Felicia Day, Mark Sheppard, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Carlos Cervantez (Supernatural), Latika Desai Relationships: Rob Benedict/Richard Speight Jr., Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins, Rob Benedict/Jaci Hays/Richard Speight Jr., Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Carlos Cervantez/Latika Desai Additional Tags: Heavy Angst, Mpreg, Childbirth, Death in Childbirth, Morning Sickness, Explicit Language, Major character death - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0RlSHMW

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #(your tags here)

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crypticbydesign · 5 months ago

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it says talk about supernatural rpf (I dont know what rpf means so I'm gonna say just talking about SPN with Richard Speight JR.

I really like talking about SPN like I do not shut up about it and I daydream about it 24/7 (I know unhealthy coping but we ain't focusing on that) so I would 1000% pay to talk to real life Gabriel and hope he was nice. But to be fair I would have to probably have a couple meetings before hand to get this personality and stuff down so I knew what to and not to talk about and not freezeup and stuff.

You have to do... (spin the first wheel) with one of Supernatural actors/writers (spin the second wheel)

#supernatural #supernatural headcanon

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ourloveisforthelovely · 5 years ago

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Copperhead Road 1

Supernatural RPF AU Story

Request from an annon reader: Will you write a prohibition 1920′s story with Richard Speight Jr and the supernatural cast?

Author’s comment: I hope you enjoy! I think I will be able to stretch this out into the multiple parts that you asked for :) Crediting the movie Fried Green Tomatoes for using a line in the movie that worked so well in this story.

Words: 3,724

Pairings: Richard Speight Jr x Reader

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What am I thinking?

It was the only thought that could go through your mind as you stared across the churchyard at Richard. You knew loving him was a bad idea! Sneaking around behind your father’s back was probably even worse! You swallowed looking at your father, the pastor of the local church, who was in an animated conversation with a member of the church.

This is really bad!

You couldn’t help but nervously fan yourself. It was hot in Nashville for June! Hot sticky and with all of the internal panicking you were doing it seemed to be closing in on you! Swallowing, you nervously glanced across the yard again. This time Richard’s eyes were glued to you. He raised an eyebrow as you quickly looked away.

“Hello, Y/n.”

You quickly looked to your side seeing your sister in law, Danneel.

“Danneel, hi. I didn’t think that you would be here.”

She smiled, clearly ignoring your mother and father’s less than enthusiastic expressions.

“It's a town social, Y/n. Everyone comes to these things. Can we talk alone?”

You nodded and quickly followed her. This time not looking to your parents for approval because you knew that you wouldn’t be getting it. Your eyes were focused on Danneel’s back. That familiar sense of sadness washed over you again. You loved Danneel. Adored was a better word but you didn’t see her much.

What was the reason...booze. Prohibition was probably a better way to look at it. After prohibition started, you seemed to have lost touch with a good chunk of your family. Jensen had gotten involved in alcohol running and was, for lack of a better term, kicked out of the family. You were devastated when it happened! It didn’t matter how much you begged your father to reconsider; he wouldn’t. To him, alcohol was the pathway to all evil. The fact that his son was involved in it was unforgivable. Your father’s close-minded attitude was no shock to you but it didn’t make the pain disappear.

Jensen, however, didn’t seem to mind. He was making more money for his family than he ever was working his old job. The two of you would see each other from time to time. It was mostly when you would sneak off to your brother’s home to make sure that the police hadn’t hauled him off to jail.

This is where Richard came in...It was no secret to everybody in town that Richard’s family was one of the biggest bootlegging families in town. How he hadn’t been arrested was still a mystery to you. The law seemed to be looking the other way whenever he was concerned. Was it the money that he brought in a donated for good causes? That was the best that you could come up with.

He was the type of man that your mother would have a heart attack if you showed interest in. Your father would have probably had you committed. You didn’t care though...at least not when you were with Richard. When you were at home with your holier than thou family members it was a different story. You were questioning everything..especially when your father started going on and on about secrets.

Your father would have probably hit the floor if he knew that you had met Richard at one of Jensen and Danneel’s parties. When you were with Richard, you didn’t feel like the stupid Mary Sue that your parents made you feel like. Richard seemed to “value” you in a way that no one else seemed to.

Sneaking around for 5 months had been the most devious and draining experience of your life! You were not afraid to say that you were in love with Richard. What scared you was the implications of this little love affair. If you agreed to marry Richard, like he wanted, you would be subjected to a lifetime of worry. You would be a nervous wreck every time that Richard left the house. What if he turned up dead or arrested? Would you be able to handle that? Were you really that strong of a person?

You didn’t think so. That is what led to you breaking things off with Richard. It had been two weeks and you still felt like you couldn’t breathe. It didn’t help that he was sending you multiple bouquets of flowers a day. You were running out of excuses and lies to tell your parents. Your father rolled his eyes and would go back to reading his bible. While your mother would give you a knowing look that made your stomach churn.

“Whoever the man is, he sure has some feelings for you. Are you sure that you don’t have any clue idea who it is?”

You would shake your head and quickly attempt to change the subject.

“I think that you know why I am here.”

Danneel’s voice tore you from your thoughts. You quickly met your sister in law’s sweet smile. She was such a pretty woman, inside and out. It was a shame that your parents were so set in their ways that they wouldn't give her a chance. In the past few months, you finally were able to reconnect with her.

“Richard sent you.”

You muttered. Danneel nodded.

“He doesn’t understand what exactly happened between the two of you. He is pathetically in love with you and I know that you are in love with him. If this is about your parents….”

You held a hand up.

“Danneel, you know mine and Jensen’s parents. If my father found out that I was dating Richard....well...you know him!”

Danneel smiled.

“Maybe it is time that you start living your own life, like your brother? Y/n, over the past few months, I have seen a side of you that I never have before. You seem to be free and happy.”

You pressed your lips together.

“What if Richard gets tired of me? You know that if I chose to be with him, my father would have nothing to do with me ...”

Danneel gave you a warm motherly smile as she reached out and squeezed your hand.

“I think that you are a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. I don’t think Richard would get tired of you. That should be the farthest worry from your mind.”

You sighed.

“What if he gets arrested or killed? Danneel, I am no fool. I know that you have the same worry about Jensen. I see it in your eyes every time he goes for a run.”

That serious expression that you had seen on her face so many times returned. She was silent for a moment before taking a reassuring breath.

“I don’t worry as much since he has started working for Richard. Y/n, this isn’t about me. This is about you. If you choose Richard, you know that Jensen and I would be there for you too. Your brother won’t let anything happen to you. Think about it okay?”

You nodded.

“Okay. I have to get back.”

You wrapped your arms around Danneel. Having no idea how long it would be before you saw here again; you wanted to savor the moment. Danneel stroked her hand over your face.

“Stay sweet.”

Danneel turned to walk in the opposite direction. She stopped and turned back to you with an amused smile.

“You’re lucky that I was the one to come talk to you. Richard wanted to send Matt and Rob.”

The two of you exchanged an amused smirk. If Richard had sent his two right-hand men it would have been funny and awkward. Rob got so nervous around women that he would start stuttering then Matt would be trying to take care of him. You rolled your eyes at the thought.

“See you soon.”

(1 ½ hours later)

Richard stood in his mother’s kitchen looking out at the yard. He had been in a sour mood since he had seen you earlier. For the past two weeks, he had been angrier than ever before. It didn’t matter that Jensen told him that he would send Danneel to talk to you. What was going to happen if Danneel didn’t get through? If she didn’t, apparently no one would.

I sure as hell am not getting anywhere

Richard thought coldly. He was still trying to figure out just what happened between the two of you. Everything was fine...perfect was more like it! You were the first woman that he really had any interest or time for. Between working and dealing with keeping the police off of his ass, Richard didn’t have the time to fool with any of the gossipy women in the town. You were different. To Richard, you were the forbidden fruit that he wasn’t supposed to have. A preacher’s daughter wasn’t supposed to fall in love with someone like him...but you did.

That was what stumped Richard the most. You seemed to be totally in love with him. In the course of five months, you had seemed to throw every one of your families “values” out the window to sneak and see him.

“You need to let that girl go.”

Richard turned around to look at his mother. She sat with a book open in front of her. Richard sighed.

“It isn’t that easy, mama.”

His mother smiled softly.

“I know that you love her. I am not that insensitive, son. You’re a very smart man. I think you know that her father will raise holy hell if he finds out that his daughter is dating you. Our family doesn’t have that much regard in their social circles.”

Richard rolled his eyes and sat down across from his mother. Normally, he wouldn’t talk like this in front of his mother but today was different.

“Her father can kiss my ass.”

His mother shot him that look of parental contempt.

“Richard, you need to stop. Her father is a man of god. No matter his feelings on us or if he's two-faced as hell, he is still Y/n’s father. What if it was your daughter?”

Richard snorted.

“I don’t think that we have to worry about that happening do we?”

“It's a fair question.”

Richard stared at his mother quietly. If she was anyone but his mother….he would have given her an earful.

“If she was my daughter, I would want her to be happy. I can take care of her. She wouldn’t want for anything. Fine mama, you have a point! I know being with us would be dangerous but damn it I am in love with her.”

Before his mother could respond Jensen walked into the kitchen with Rob behind him. Richard almost jumped out of his chair.

“Did Danneel talk to Y/n?”

Jensen held a hand up.

“Have a drink or something! Yes, she talked to her. Y/n is in love with you but she’s worried about the lifestyle.”

Richard frowned.

“What’s your opinion?”

Jensen shrugged.

“I’m not worried about the lifestyle. We are doing just fine. Y/n still gives a damn about what our folks think too. She needs to stop worrying about what people think. She always does the right thing. Y/n takes care of all of those kids at the church school. She’s gonna take care of mama and dad when they get sick. That is just Y/n. You had to go falling in love with the nicest girl on the planet. Richard, the nicest girl on the planet is still a kid in a lot of ways...but...you would be good to her. I wouldn’t have to worry about you mistreating her. A lot of these bastards in this town that have their eyes on her...I don’t want them to even think about touching her. You want my opinion, go to my parents and sweep her off her feet before some other fool does. Save us both the heartache and worry.”

Richard thought about Jensen’s comment for a minute.

“And get myself shot?”

Jensen chuckled.

“My dad doesn’t know how to work a weapon. We both know that. You should do something.”

(Later that night)

You lay in bed looking at the ceiling. After returning home, you quickly excused yourself upstairs. Claiming that you weren’t feeling well seemed like the best idea. Your mother assumed that it was just the heat getting to you and agreed that turning in would be in your best interest.

The sound of something lightly hitting your window caught your attention. You lay until the second and third tap hit your window. As quietly as possible you opened the window to see Richard standing looking up to you.

You quickly looked over your shoulder as if you were checking to make sure your parents were asleep. It was 11. You knew that they were sleeping hard at this point. Looking over your shoulder was to make yourself feel better.

Turning your attention back to Richard, you took a breath.

“What are you doing here?”

You hissed quietly. Richard raised an eyebrow.

“I need to talk to you about apparently this is the only way to do it!”

You knew that he was angry. He had every right to be in too. The break up was so quick that you didn’t give him a chance to ask questions!

Opening our window a little wider, you motioned him forward.

“They are asleep. If you can keep your voice down come in here.”

Richard rolled his eyes. This had to be the most unorthodox childish thing that he had done in some time!

The things I would do for this girl…

Richard thought as he hoisted himself into the window. You stood looking at him with trembling hands. He fought the urge to say something sassy.

“Hi.”

You squeaked. Richard put a hand over his face before glancing out the window. He didn’t like the height difference from your window to the ground.

“Hi? Hi? After all of this crap the past two weeks...all I get is a hi? Darlin, I am getting awful old to be climbing in windows for only a hi.”

You didn’t smile. In fact, you didn’t seem to register his words at all. Richard was no fool. You were a nervous wreck! The expression on your face was a mirror to your soul.

“Y/n, I’ve missed you. You looked awful pretty today.”

You smiled. God, you missed this man! It was taking all that you had not to run to him.

“You didn’t come all the way over here to tell me that I looked pretty. I talked to Danneel.”

Richard smiled.

“And?”

You threw your hands up.

“What do you want me to say, Rich?”

Richard's frown intensified.

“I want you to tell me that you want me as much as I want you. Y/n, I know what you are worried about and nothing is going to happen to me or you. I think that I of all people know how to keep someone safe. I want to marry you. I don’t give a damn what your parents have to say either. If we have to elope, that's fine with me too.”

Eloping? Wow, that would be the way to push your parents over the edge! The rebellious daughter that had always wanted to come out was jumping with glee. The “good girl”, however, was less than amused.

Richard smiled before reaching out and pressing a kiss to your lips. You stood motionless for a moment before wrapping your arms around his neck. The two of you stood in silence just enjoying the physical contact.

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think about it for the next day or so, if the answer is yes...you know where to find me. Just know that if you say yes...I’ll make you very happy.”

Richard gave you one more kiss before looking at the window.

“Well, time to get out of here. Hope to see you soon sugar.”

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#Supernatural RPF #Richard Speight JR #Jenson Ackles #Matt Cohen #Rob Benedict #richard speight jr rpf #Richard Speight Jr x Reader #RPF #Jared Padalecki #Copperhead Road

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hornsbeforehalos · 6 years ago

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Forever, Sweetheart: Masterlist

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It’s been over a year since Kylin’s life drastically changed, for the better and worse. One thing that always remained constant though, was Robbie. When both of their pasts come back to try to haunt them, the strength of their love for each other will be tested, but there’s one thing that’s always been certain for both of them - they were for forever.

*Final installment of The Conquest of Sweethearts series, found in the RPF masterlist.

Warnings: Smut, Language, Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Mentions of Past abuse and rape, Mentions of failed pregnancies and infant loss, Mild Violence and mentions of violence. RPF. Other warnings to be added as story progresses.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Coming Soon:

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty

#rob benedict x ofc #rob benedict #rob benedict fanfiction #rob benedict imagine #rob benedict x reader #rob benedict x you #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural rpf #rob benedict rpf #the walking dead rpf #jensen ackles rpf #jared padalecki rpf #richard speight jr rpf #norman reedus rpf #jeffrey dean morgan rpf

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charlesleclerc2003 · 4 years ago

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Supernatural Materlist

Series

Going Home (J2 X Reader) (Platonic)

One Shots

The Greatest Show (SPN Cast X Female!Angel!Reader)

Lullaby (Jared X Teen!Daughter!Reader)

I'm Never Leaving You (Jared X Daughter!Reader)

Rescued (Jensen and Daneel X Female!Reader) (Platonic)

Imagines

Breathe (Jared X Asthmatic!Female!Reader)

Mini Series

Reunited Part 1 Part 2 (J2 X Female!Reader)

Drabbles

Sundown (Dean X Mary) (OFC)

Jarpad25's 50 Follower Celebration Challenge

Don't You Cry No More (Sam and Dean x Reader) (Platonic)

Random Drabbles

Next Time.

This was something that I came up with and it's the first thing that's not supernatural related

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castiel-left-his-mark-on-me · 4 years ago

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“No doubt ... endings are hard, but then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?” - Chuck Shirley

- The Plot: The End -

(based on true events)

With Supernatural about to end after fifteen seasons, Jensen has high hopes for the finale, and for the future. So many exciting things lay ahead of him, and he can't wait to experience it all with the people he loves most in this world; but thanks to 2020 and the greed of the CW, he begins to realize that all his hopes—might actually be hopeless.

Read the final addition to the epic Cockles romance: The Plot and fall in love with Misha all over again though Jensen’s eyes.

Art by the kind and talented @liart-ez. Follow them on Instagram at LiArt_Ez to see more of their beautiful work!

And a special thanks to @profoundfangirl aka @deanandishareamoreprofoundbond aka, Vi for beta-reading this fic and making sure it is as good as it possibly can be!

Enjoy!

#Cockles #Jensen Ackles #Misha Collins #JMDV #RPF #Fic Rec #Ao3 #Supernatural #SPN #SPN Family #Season 15 #Series Finale #jenmish #castiel_left_his_mark_on_me #The Plot #Fan Fiction #Jared Padalecki #Richard Speight Jr.#Alexander Calvert

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wipbigbang · 3 years ago

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The 2022 round of WIP Big Bang is now open for sign-ups! Any fandom is welcome, as long as the fic is 500 completed so far and will be at least 7,500 words upon its finishing. Signing up is easy: just fill out the form linked below after you read the FAQ and take a look at the schedule.

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#supernatural rpf #signal boost #fandom event #wip big bang #wipbb2022 #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #misha collins #richard speight jr #mark sheppard #genevieve padalecki #alexander calvert #jim beaver #ruth connell #mark pellegrino #rob benedict #lauren cohan #jeffrey dean morgan

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perplexedflower · 8 years ago

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Masterlist

Works per fandom

Supernatural: 20 works (+ 1 RPF).

Ace Attorney: 4 works.

Professor Layton: 4 works.

Resident Evil: 4 works.

WWE: 3 works.

My Hero Academia: 2 works.

La storia della Arcana Famiglia: 2 works.

Jericho: 1 work.

Gravity Falls: 1 work.

Supernatural

Lucifer:

Let’s Just Watch The Sky (One shot).

No Way Out (Drabble).

Pacify (Drabble).

New Emotions (Drabble).

It Takes Two To Hunt (Drabble).

Crowley:

Love On The Rocks - Chapter 1 (5-chapter fanfiction).

What We Do In The Shadows (One shot).

Confessions Of Lust And Sin (One shot).

Hesitation (Drabble).

Control (Drabble).

Denial (Drabble).

Choices (Drabble).

Gabriel:

Kitchen Make Up (Drabble).

Castiel:

I’m Only Flesh And Blood (One shot).

Sam Winchester:

Marry On My Wayward Son (One shot).

Night Talk (Drabble (Platonic)).

Real Identities (Drabble (Platonic)).

Nightmares From The Past (Drabble (Platonic)).

Dean Winchester:

Company (Drabble (Platonic)).

Real Identities (Drabble (Platonic)).

Beers And Rock (Drabble).

Nightmares From The Past (Drabble (Platonic)).

Richard Speight Jr.:

Last Floor To My Heart (One shot).

Ace Attorney

Dick Gumshoe:

In The Lap Of Luxury (One shot).

Bar-Tender (One shot).

Warm Body, Warm Heart (One shot).

Damon Gant:

Behind Closed (Office) Doors (One shot).

Professor Layton

Hershel Layton:

Weathering The Storm (One shot).

Dancing On Air (One shot).

Running Out Of Steam (Mini one shot).

En Garde (Mini one shot).

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield:

Arms Warm Like A Cigarette (One shot).

Something Familiar (One shot).

Radio Silence (Mini one shot).

Night Thoughts (Mini one shot).

WWE

Dean Ambrose:

Don't Go Baking My Heart (One shot).

Seth Rollins:

Never Too Late For Love (One shot).

Roman Reigns:

Rain On Your Pillow (One shot).

My Hero Academia

Shōta Aizawa/Eraserhead:

Someone I Used To Love (One shot).

Kai Chisaki/Overhaul:

Overhaul Headcanons.

La storia della Arcana Famiglia

Debito:

Debito Fluff Alphabet - A.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - B.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - C.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - D.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - E.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - F.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - G.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - H.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - I.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - J.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - K.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - L.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - M.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - N.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - O.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - P.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - Q.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - R.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - S.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - T.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - U.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - V.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - W.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - X.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - Y.

Debito Fluff Alphabet - Z.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - A.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - B.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - C.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - D.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - E.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - F.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - G.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - H.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - I.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - J.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - K.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - L.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - M.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - N.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - O.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - P.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - Q.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - R.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - S.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - T.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - U.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - V.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - W.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - X.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - Y.

Debito NSFW Alphabet - Z.

Jericho

Bill Koehler:

Laws Of Love - Chapter 1 (5-chapter fanfiction).

Gravity Falls

Stanford Pines:

Connection (One shot).

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benedictshurley · 4 years ago

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Positive : Part 13

So, it’s been almost two years since I updated this story and I finally have another part for everyone! I’ll link the masterlist in case you guys want to reread! I don’t know if i’ll continue past this part for awhile, I might release a summary of how I planned it to end when I first came up with this concept. Masterlist here

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Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Word Count: 2,188

Warnings: non explicit smut, fluff, angst, time jump

Disclaimer: this is pure FICTION. I mean no harm or hurt to the Benedict family, or others involved. Marnie is Rob’s fictional wife from Kings of Con. I originally used Mollie (his real wife) but ultimately decided to change it as it made me uncomfortable writing about her and his kids.

(Gif Below is mine.)

Previously on Positive

“Yes Rob. I am completely and utterly in love with you. I’ve been trying to hide it but I can’t anymore. And I just hope that deep down, you still love me too.” Your voice matched your face. Hopeful. “Please say you still love me and I’m not too late.”

Rob was still silent. It took him a moment before he opened his mouth. “I.”

Taking his silence as a no, you flushed red and tried to head toward the door. “This was stupid i should’ve known i was too late-”

You were stopped by Rob grabbing your wrist.

“Yes. God yes. I still love you.” Rob gripped your face in his hands before pressing his lips against yours.

Moving in sync, the two of you kissed passionately, your fingers tangling in rob’s hair.

“I love you so much. Fuck.” You spoke against his lips.

The kiss was messy and teeth bumped each other but you didn’t care. All you wanted was Rob.

Rob pulled away for a moment. “Fuck wait, As much as I want to do this..you’re with Stephen. I can’t do this to him.”

You cupped Rob’s face. “We broke up. He tried making me choose between you and him..and I chose you.”

Rob’s grin returned as he kissed you once more, his fingers gripping the back of your shirt.

“Clothes..off.” You mumbled, fumbling with his t-shirt.

Rob complied and helped you with his shirt, before he moved to yours and lifted it over your head before connecting your lips with his own once more.

As the minutes passed, the clothes piled up on the floor and you two made it to the bed. Rob’s hands went up and down your body, a moan leaving your lips.

“Rob..I love you so much.” You cupped his cheek.

“I love you too.” Rob kissed your neck as he spread your legs, and sheathed himself inside of you.

The next hour was filled with breathy moans and skin slapping against skin, and your nails dragging down Rob’s back, marking him up.

“You look so beautiful pregnant. That's our baby.” Rob breathed out, kissing your neck softly

“Ours. No one else's. Fuck right there.” You moaned, arching your back off the bed.

Soon, you and Rob reached your climax, nearly simultaneously. As he pulled out of you, you relaxed into the bed, breathing heavily.

“That’s even better, completely sober.” You laughed quietly.

Rob chuckled as well, laying next to you and covering your lower halves with the sheet.

“I agree.” He smiled and turned to face you, pushing some hair away from your face.

The next morning, you awoke in Rob’s arms, a smile on your face. As he slept, you got up and cleaned up in the bathroom, finding robs discarded t shirt and your underwear to feel less exposed. You climbed on his lap, and kissed his face softly to wake him up.

As he stirred, you grinned and ran your fingers through his hair. “Morning sleepyhead.”

He put his hands on your hips and blinked awake. “Morning to you too. Nice shirt.” He chuckled.

“Thanks, I think I pull it off.” You laughed, kissing him softly.

He kissed back for a moment before sitting up with you in his lap. “Good to know last night wasn’t a dream.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the hairs at the nape of it. “It definitely wasn’t.”

Rob’s hands moved from your hips to your stomach, rubbing over the bump slowly. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too.” You kissed him again, and he kissed back, turning you over so you were on your back and he was on top of you.

Both of you were too engrossed in each other to heard Rob’s door open. Only when you heard Rich shout “Woah Bobbo!” did Rob remove his hand from your breast and quickly cover you with his body.

“Rich learn to knock!” Rob groaned, covering your lower half with the sheet.

“Sorry didn’t know you had company..especially not Y/N. Glad to see you two made up.” Richard set Rob’s coffee on the small desk in the room. “I’ll see you two downstairs for checkout.”

As soon as he left, you burst into giggles. “Well..guess I should go pack and get ready for the flight.”

Two Months Later, January 2019, 32 Weeks

After that night in Minnesota, you and Rob became official. You spent Christmas together, and you even got to meet Rob’s son Tyler and thankfully, he liked you. Marnie and Rob were moving through with divorce proceedings and switched off each week on Tyler. Now you were currently in Missouri, meeting Rob’s close family for the first time. That includes his mom, two sisters, and Matt. At least you’ve met Matt before. You were nervous and it showed on your face as you two pulled into Rob’s family home. You had opted to drive as you were over the recommended stage of flying for your pregnancy.

“Babe, you need to relax. They’re not gonna skin you alive or something.” Rob put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lovingly.

“I’m just nervous. What if your mom hates me? I broke up your marriage and we’re having a baby out of wedlock and I know how people can be about that even in 2019 but-” You began to ramble

Rob put his free hand over your mouth and sighed. “Y/N you’re rambling. They’re going to love you. And our daughter. They weren’t the biggest fans of Marnie anyways. Okay?”

You relaxed a little and nodded as you both got out of the car, Rob forbidding you from carrying any of your bags or presents into the house.

“Robert, I'm pregnant, not invalid.” You crossed your arms.

“You only have 8 weeks left until your due date. Not risking you going into early labor in Missouri.” Rob hauled your things up to the door and opened it without knocking. “The R Benedicts have arrived!”

You blushed when he included you in the Benedicts. You guess it made sense, considering you were carrying a Benedict. Matt soon came to help Rob and gave you a quick hug and you were whisked away by the Benedict girls to go in the kitchen with their mother.

Almost immediately they sat you down at the table while Vivian was washing dishes.

“So..” Amy asked, curiously. “How are you feeling? 8 weeks left? Any cold feet? Wanting to ditch my brother and have the baby in Uruguay?”

You opened your mouth to reply but Nancy cut in. “No other secret baby daddies?”

Slightly offended, you cleared your throat. “I’m feeling fine, no I’m not going to ditch your brother and have the baby in Uruguay, and no I’m not cheating on Rob either.” You said with a fake smile.

“Oh girls leave her alone!” Vivian turned off the sink. “If Robbie likes her then we should too. And she's carrying your niece. My granddaughter.”

They groaned but apologized, and soon went off to tend to their own children in the backyard. Vivian sat down next to you and grabbed your hand.

“Are you feeling okay dear? Any signs of labor? How was the drive?” She asked, genuinely caring.

“I’m feeling good, only Braxton hicks contractions so far. The drive...was okay. Would’ve been here a few hours ago but my legs kept cramping and I kept having to pee. I think I annoyed Rob a bit though.” You chuckled nervously. “Oh! We have ultrasounds for you.” you grabbed your bag and dug them out. “She looks like her father.”

Vivian looked at them with admiration. “Oh she does. Robbie had that same nose when he was born.”

Rob came up behind you and rubbed your shoulders. “See I told you. She looks like me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know she does. Carry her for almost 10 months of my life and she’s gonna look like him.”

Later that night, you were exchanging Christmas gifts with his family. You got plenty for the baby, and Rob got a decent amount for himself, and they gave him Tyler’s presents because it was Marnie's week and she wouldn’t budge. Vivian even got you a beautiful maternity sweater.

It was about 7 P.M when you heard the doorbell, as you were cleaning up from dessert with Amy and Matt. You shrugged it off and continued cleaning until you heard Rob ask someone what they were doing here.

You wiped your hands and went out toward Rob before freezing in your steps. Marnie was here, Tyler already being inside and with his grandma.

“Marnie why are you here? You weren’t invited.” Rob spat, looking back at you with apologetic eyes.

“I’m always invited to the Benedict January Christmas! Plus I have wonderful news!” She forced her way inside and a majority of the Benedicts glared at her.

You crossed your arms. “Marnie you aren’t a benedict anymore.”

Marnie looked over at you and sneered. “Neither are you, homewrecker.”

Rob quickly got in the middle, protecting you behind him. “Okay that’s enough. Tyler can stay but you need to leave Marnie. I don’t know what you’re trying to pull but it's not going to work.”

“But Rob, we can’t get divorced now. I came to tell you that.” Marnie had a grin on her face, it was a bit too wide for your liking.

Rob was confused. “Why not? I haven’t heard anything from my lawyer.”

You were starting to get nervous now, and you felt a little dizzy.

“They can’t divorce us, because I’m 10 weeks pregnant! And it’s a Benedict.” Marnie smiled and pulled her coat open, showing a little bump.

You don’t remember what happened after, because you fainted, your heart pounding in your ears.

When you woke up, you were on Rob’s childhood bed with a warm cloth on your head and Rob pacing the room. When he noticed you were awake, he quickly sat next to you.

“Are you okay? Do you feel okay? We checked the doppler while you were passed out, the heartbeat is still strong so everything’s fine with her but-” Rob rambled.

“Rob stop..I’m fine. Just, how can that baby be yours? You guys split up before you could’ve possibly conceived that baby.” Your head was pounding as your once perfect world was crumbling beneath your feet.

Rob put his head in his hands. “A few days after the album release, I went to get my things, and she was there..I was so mad and she kept coming onto me..I regretted it immediately after it happened.”

You felt bile begin to rise in your throat. “Have you seen her since then?”

“No! Baby no of course not. I have not and will not cheat on you. Do you understand me?” Rob cupped your face but you slowly pulled them off.

“Rob, you shouldn’t have kept that from me. When we started this relationship we agreed to be open and honest with each other because of our past. This isn’t being open and honest!” You raised your voice a little.

“It was before we got together! I didn’t think it mattered!” He yelled back.

“Well it does! She’s pregnant with your baby! I don’t know how to handle this!” You stood when rob did.

“It was a MISTAKE. I thought she was still on birth control!” Rob yelled.

“Every time we’re happy it gets fucked up because of her! I can’t deal with this! Not so close to my due date!” you paced back and forth.

“You can’t just blame her! It takes two to tango. You of all people should know that.” Rob shouted.

“What the hell does that mean?!” You screamed back

“Because the same thing happened to us! I just didn’t think i’d be stupid enough to make the same mistake twice!” Rob spat.

You whimpered softly. “So she’s a mistake now?”

Robs eyes softened as he saw the tears in your eyes. “Baby no I didn’t-”

“I’m a mistake too? You promised me I wasn’t! You told me you didn’t regret it!” You began to shove your phone and keys into your purse and pulled your coat on.

“Y/N why are you getting that stuff on? I promise you I didn’t regret it! Baby” Rob tried to stop you from leaving the room but you pushed past him and went down the stairs where Marnie was sitting on the couch with a smug smile on her lips.

You opened the front door and slammed it behind you, grabbing the keys from your bag and getting in the car.

Rob tried to get in, begging you not to leave. You hadn’t been to Missouri before. He didn’t want you getting lost.

“Go away! I-i need a break!” You wiped your tears away quickly and drove out of his driveway, leaving Rob, who was a mess of tears, behind.

You didn’t know where you were going to go, but you needed to get away from him. Away from it all.

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