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skinnyducky · 3 years ago

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class act // v.h.

requested by @lovesicksofi

a/n this was quite difficult to write. i felt like half the time i was info-dumping and i didn’t want anything to feel redundant or like it was slowing the pace down. however, i tried my best and i think it��s good. i hope this what you were expecting and wanting !

vinnie hacker x plus sized!actress!reader

Word Count: 1544, edited

WARNING: fluff, mentions of death (not real) blood (fake) and stabbing (fake), language, and sadness... i think that’s all.

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You were sitting at the makeup chair in your trailer, watching from the mirror as your makeup artist added blood to the corner of your lips. Today was the last day on set for you as your character in your highly anticipated drama film was meeting their demise. It was bittersweet, but after working for a good three months, you were finally happy to get it over with.

Being an actress was something you dreamed of doing. You went from being the sun in your elementary school’s “food chain” play to starring on Broadway in hits like Mean Girls or Wicked. Now, you were hitting the big screen. Though, when people found out about you, as happy as they were to have another talented actress in the business, they had a lot to say about your weight. You were more curvier, more fuller than most of the women in your field, and you faced a lot of criticism for it. No matter how good your acting was, you were always just the “overweight” girl.

At first, those words hurt, and it made you feel as though you wouldn’t make it in the industry. But then, you realized you had been working your ass off to get to where you are today. You damn sure weren’t about to let some snide remarks get in the way of you achieving your dreams. So, you kept pushing and pushing. Now, you had a leading role in a movie, starring alongside Margot Robbie and Brad Pitt.

“I think I need a little bit more pink in the eye.” You said to Andrew, your makeup artist. He rolled his eyes at you and continued to add blush to your cheeks.

“You’re dying, Y/n, not going to the club.”

You shrugged. “Nothing wrong with wanting to look good before I get stabbed.”

“Har, har…now tilt your head.” Andrew sneered, putting on my mascara. “So, where’s Jen? I miss her rants about contracts and stuff.”

“She’s with another client of hers. Something to do with dropping an album or whatever, I don’t know.”

Andrew snickered, screwing the top onto back onto the mascara. “She’s managing music artists too? Isn’t she quite the manager.”

“Tell me about it. I get lucky if she ever she shows me any attention.” You laughed as you pulled out your phone and started scrolling through Instagram. You went through and liked a bunch of pictures until you stopped on a certain person’s photo. A smile plastered itself onto your face as you admired the shirtless shot of your boyfriend, Vinnie.

“Is that the boyfriend I hear so much about?” Andrew grinned.

“That’s him indeed.” You answered with a smile. “His name’s Vinnie.”

You and Vinnie had been together for a good year. You both met at some sleazy influencer party. With you both clinging to wall, clearly not wanting to be there, you two made small talk. You chatted it up about everything: from favorite colors to Elmo, your conversations were wild. At the end of the night when you were getting ready to leave, he asked you for your number—much to your surprise. With glee, you gave it to him and thus led to a beautiful relationship. Of course, there was hate, people questioning what he was doing with you and mocking you because of your weight. But you weren’t focused on that. You had a gorgeous boyfriend and a blossoming career right in front of you. Jealous fans were the least of your worries.

“He’s a cutie, Y/n. You bagged a baddie.” Andrew joked, spritzing some setting spray on his masterpiece. “So, when can I meet him?”

Just before you could respond, the door to your trailer opened. You turned around and shrieked with excitement as your boyfriend wandered in. “I got lost and met Margot Robbie.” He said, causing you and Andrew to laugh. “Hey, babe.”

Vinnie stepped beside you and planted a kiss to your forehead. “Hey, baby!” You squealed. “This is Andrew, my makeup artist.”

You pointed towards the MUA who merely waved at Vinnie before pulling out his phone. “He’s not really social,” you said. “So, what are you doing here? I thought you were doing a sub-a-thon?”

“Well, I was going to, but I decided to come visit you instead.” He replied, moving to stand behind you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his chin on your head. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Of course, I am. I’m always happy to see you.”

He grinned and went to kiss your lips but before he could Andrew stopped him. “Not on my watch, sir. That took an hour and a half, and I really would like to not spend another one redoing it.”

You snickered, turning to Vinnie. “He takes his work seriously.”

“Duly noted.”

You and Vinnie shared a laugh and talked for a minute before you were called to set. After getting dressed in your tattered dress and fishnets, you left your trailer with Vinnie following behind you. Now, you were standing in the middle of a trashed hotel room with Brad Pitt across from you and Margot Robbie standing a few feet away. Vinnie stood with the crew as your director explained the scene thoroughly to you.

“Ginger”—he pointed at you—“is being attacked by Paul”—he pointed to Brad Pitt—“and Susan is banging on the door to help you, but it’s locked. When she opens it, you’re already dead, got it?”

You and the other two nodded before the director rushed to his seat behind the camera and yelled, “Action!”

Once the camera’s started rolling, it was like a shift for you. No longer were you Y/n, you were your character, inside and out. As Brad’s character, Paul—safely—flung you across the room, Vinnie couldn’t help but feel a little pained. He knew you were acting but seeing it, it hurt him a little. Margot’s screams rang throughout the set as she banged against the door. “Don’t hurt her, Paul!” she cried.

Tossing you onto the floor, Brad stood over you menacingly. “You wanna screw me over, bitch!” He shouted, gripping the straps of your dress as he pulled out the fake pocketknife in his back pocket.

“Please don’t do this, I’ll do anything. Please,” You cried, gripping onto Brad’s wrist. “Don’t, Paul…don’t do this!”

Vinnie gulped back a sob as he watched the scene unfold with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Why am I acting like this? He thought. This isn’t real. But it felt real, all too real. It no longer felt like he was on movie set, no cameras or crew. To him, you weren’t playing a character, you were still Y/n…and you were being hurt. He couldn’t take it; he wanted to intervene and save you…but he couldn’t…and that broke his heart.

Soon enough, the epic moment came, and Brad plunged the “knife” deep into your abdomen. You let out an ear-piercing scream, sending chills down everyone’s body. Your breathing hitched as blood poured from your partly opened lips. And then…your body went limp.

“CUT!”

And with that, you we’re back to Y/n. The director ran over to you and pulled you up off the floor. “That was fucking amazing, oh my god! I’ve never worked with anyone who could convey that much emotion before!”

“Thank you!” You blushed. The rest of your cast and crew members flocked around you, complimenting you on your incredible performance. However, as you looked around, you noticed a specific someone missing from the small crowd. As you humbly accepted everyone’s praise, you said your goodbyes and went to search for you boyfriend around the set. When you didn’t find him, you headed back to your trailer. Before you opened the door, you heard the sound of soft cries. With furrowed brows, you walked into the trailer and there was your boyfriend, crying into a pillow on your couch.

“Vinnie? What’s wrong?” You cooed as you sat next to him and rubbed circles on his back.

He shook his head, keeping quiet. “Vinnie, just tell me. I’m not gonna judge you or anything.” You said.

“All of that…I know it was fake and it was just acting, but it felt so real. Seeing you just…die, it hurt me, y’know? I don’t know if it’s because you’re fucking good at what you do or if it’s just boyfriend instincts but, seeing that and knowing I couldn’t do anything to stop it…it was painful.”

“Oh, Vinnie.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m still here, babe. I’m alive, okay? Nothing actually happened to me.”

He nodded into your chest. “I know, but it was too real. I just had to leave.”

“And I understand. Had I known you were planning on coming, I would’ve warned you ahead of time. I didn’t know seeing me acting out a death scene was going to leave you like this. I’m sorry.”

“Y/n, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s just me being worried over you.”

You smiled, “Well, you have nothing to be worried about.” You placed a kiss on top of head and started to stroke his hair.

“I’m safe.”

“And a damn good actress.” Vinnie added.

“That too.”

#vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker

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bellebridgerton · 4 years ago

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Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist

Hints:

📚 - Chaptered Fic

📖 - One Shot

🔥 - Smut

💐 - Fluff

🥀 - Angst

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

N/A

Pietro Maximoff (Also in Avengers Masterlist)

N/A

Robbie Jennings

N/A

Dave Lizewski

Late Night Talks 📚🔥💐🥀

James Potter (Also in Harry Potter Masterlist)

N/A

#aaron taylor johnson #robbie jennings #pietro maximoff #dave lizewski #kickass #angus thongs and perfect snogging #the avengers #marvel #harry potter #james potter

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ayellowcurtain · 5 years ago

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Sander being drunk and needy and Robbe calling him baby for the first time, getting a little bit a shame because they are with the Broers but Sander loves it and beg him to say it again // could you write a fic in which Robbe and Sander dirty dance in a club? // Can you write about drunk clingy sander? Him becoming a baby who wants his boyfriend and wants cuddles and kisses // in the last clip sander seem “annoying” because he didn’t want to dance but he can’t say not to robbe could you write something about that little scene // Could you write Sander calling Robbie “angel” all the time as like a pet name and maybe the Broerrs teasing them bc they’re so cute just fluff

“But you didn’t want to dance with me earlier!!” Robbe laughs as he explains, letting Sander pull him up to try and dance again.

It’s been a few hours, the party is slowly winding down, but Robbe is still feeling fresh, not too drunk, not too high, just the perfect amount. It’s been a really good night. Everyone loves Sander and Robbe is happy, taking every second in. Not just tonight, but the last few months.

Robbe never felt like himself like he does right now. Sander makes him feel like the best version of himself, times ten.

Last week feels like decades ago. Robbe was crying and he thought he would never recover from his heartbreak, but he was finally actually feeling something. Good or bad, he was living his life, falling in love, making a huge mess, having his heart broken and now everything is starting to feel real, that he might be going somewhere from here.

“You’re overthinking it,” Sander says in his ear and Robbe smiles, resting his forehead against Sander’s shoulder. His voice gets a lot deep when he’s drunk and Robbe doesn’t know how he’s still standing with his two feet on the ground.

It’s not really a dance, just another excuse to be close together, trying to move to the beat looking at each other. Sander’s hand in the small of his back, quietly going under his shirt, keeping Robbe very close.

They were getting a little carried away again while making out on the couch so apparently, now Sander wants to dance and make out at the same time. Robbe is not a good dancer, but he tries, letting Sander lead the way, holding Robbe’s hand over his head, making him spin, pulling him closer again.

Everyone is mostly drunk, distracted with their little circle of friends, talking about things that Robbe doesn’t care about, but he knows eyes will turn to them as soon as they start to kiss and make out on the dance floor.

Sander presses his fingers against his back again and Robbe grunts, putting his hand in Sander’s neck, somehow trying to tell him to behave, but unable to use his words because he still needs to learn how to not like having Sander’s attention on him.

“What? I’m not doing anything....” Sander raises his eyebrows and Robbe kisses the corner of his lips.

It’s almost morning and his system is completely clean again. Robbe is a little too sober, too sleepy and too needy for his own good. They’ve been trying to clean for almost ten minutes now, but there’s not enough energy in anyone. Robbe is was almost freezing, shivering while trying to find a clean hoodie to put on. Sander’s jacket was on his bed and so he grabbed and put it on, going back to the living room. Jens and Moyo are sprawled on the couch. Noor is there too, sitting very close to Moyo, kind of taking a nap on his shoulder.

Aaron and Amber are having an intense make-out session on the floor and Sander is leaning against the now empty table, talking to Milan and Zoe.

He notices right away that Robbe is back, wearing his clothes. Robbe can see his eyes wandering up and down his body as he stands up, coming closer with a cute smile.

“My clothes look better on you.” Sander offers the joint that he’s holding, probably sharing with Moyo and Jens and Robbe shakes his head, putting both arms around Sander’s neck. “And I should go home, it’s very late and we have an important lunch date later...”

Robbe whines, nuzzling into his neck and Sander finally hugs him back, kissing his temple as he makes them walk back into the hall, going to the front door.

“No, Sander...” Robbe feels him stepping away, moving his hand with the joint. Robbe can feel someone walking after them, but he doesn’t care to look.

“Yes, Robbe. I need to take a shower and sleep a little or my mom will notice how shit faced I am.”

Robbe finally lets him go but holds the front of his shirt.

“You’re not going home tonight, baby!” Sander stops moving suddenly, looking at Robbe differently, with this cute spark in his hazy eyes, opening his lips.

It’s not the first time Robbe calls him baby, it happened a few times before, but he knows he sounded a little more...soft and whipped. It slipped out of his mouth, forgetting that they’re in public, with no music to cover his complains.

“What did you say?” Jens appears out of nowhere from behind him with Moyo right next to him. Jens puts his hand on Robbe’s shoulder and makes him look at him, noticing how Jens is enjoying this, ready to make fun of him forever.

Sander ignores Jens, smiling wider, pulling Robbe closer again. “Baby?”

Robbe laughs, looking away, hating all the attention he’s suddenly getting for calling his boyfriend a baby. Jens shouldn’t be so full of himself. Robbe heard him baby talk for years with Britt and Jana.

“I’m just saying that you’re too drunk to go out like this. You can sleep here-” He explains as he hears his two friends huff behind him.

“Is this how you two call each other?” Moyo asks, coming closer, looking from Sander to Robbe.

“No! Sander calls him cutie, I heard him earlier!” Aaron appears all of a sudden too and Robbe rolls his eyes, covering his face with both hands. He feels Sander’s hand coming up from his back to his neck, pressing his finger against the nape of his neck.

“Robbe...” Sander begs and Robbe laughs, feeling how warm his whole face is. Sander is high and even then Robbe thinks he’s so cute and hot, all at the same time. Every time Sander says his name, Robbe doesn’t know what to do about it.

“Cutie, he wants you to call him baby again!” Jens teases and Robbe hears Sander’s smile, stepping to the side, trying to cover him from the other three.

The boys leave them alone when Sander moves them around until Robbe’s back is against the front door. Robbe finally gets the courage to put his hands down, holding on to Sander’s waist to balance himself.

“Baby, you’re my baby.” He lets out, looking at Sander when he presses him against the door, smiling brightly.

#wtfock #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #robbe x sander #sobbe

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soldierallen · 6 years ago

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Married. 3

Summary: you're in love with Sebastian and you're one of his three best friends however he finds a women be loves and marries her

Warnings: mostly seb & y/n So it's extreme FLUFF! / cursing / spooning / cheating

Featuring: Sebastian Stan The Reader Henry Cavill, Chris Evans briefly Anthony Mackie Briefly Alexandra Daddrio briefly, Mention of Robbie Amell.

Part 2: (part one will be included in part 2 so if you need the first part just go there!)

This is the night she talked about for months on end, sleepless nights just waiting for everyone to agree to this...a well awaited sleepover like old times in everyones single days, y/n's parents weren't too found of having four boys over at the house however one day when her parents walked in and saw them laying on the couch with her soothing her whilst she cried about a boyfriend breaking her heart they had a change of heart.

A small knock appeared, it was Sebastian.. he looked gorgeous as ever.

"Hi doll" he gave her that amazing smile he always did he dropped his bag pulling her into a hug it's like she took a fresh breath of air knowing he was safe in her arms no one would hurt him, his fiancé of course she hurts him everyday when she says the words "I love you"..

"I can't come to myself and go and and and- sit there like Alex didn't pay y/n to leave and pretend I don't know anything about it" Chris was upset he wasn't happy with Sebastian was distancing himself everyday from him, it was sad he was losing his best friend.

"I think she needs to be alone with him tonight, his wedding is in a few days she needs to talk to him" Henry said they knew they needed time alone

Back To Y/n's house

"Hey seb" she called out in her room the check in her hands she heard his footsteps coming she quickly hid the check her fight or flight response kicking in she whispered to herself "God damn it" she slide the check into the drawer he entered her room both hands holding him on the narrow doorway he looked gorgeous, he had on such beautiful smile on his face his white t shirt bringing out the color of his eyes.

"Henry called they can't make it something happened Chris had a fight with Jen Henry had work, Anthony told me he was free but something came up" Sebastian said, they set her up.. she knew them like the back of her hand

"Well I guess it's just us tonight, pizza a movie ice cream" she laughed getting closer to him the heat radiating off of his body she felt it he was Nervous..? he let go of the door way his arms coming down to hug her "things aren't going to be like this anymore, that sucks and I wish things were different." Sebastian said he was a little taller than her his chin on her head with his eyes closed "You're starting your life don't even think about disappointing anyone or not being good enough everyone loves you the choices you make is what is better for you, I'll always side with you"

"You know you'll never really be out of my life you mean to much to me-" the knock on the door brought her out of her of his words

"pizza!" She said running to the door

"You know we we're having a serious conversation!!" He yelled after her with a laugh he loved this side of her, one second she could tell a poem and the next she was screaming about what gummy bear tasted the best, She laughed getting plates and cups he helped her

"You're such a punk" he said helping her

"ass hat" she nudged his stomach he smelled her perfume as she got close to him "Hey didn't I buy you this perfume" he remembered

"Yeah for my birthday, i wear it all the time." She laughed nervously she thought he wouldn't notice and he did.

After a while they ate, they got in her bed watched a movie together it was warm nice to have someone you love next to you.

Her memories fluttered her mind again

"End your friendship after the wedding"

The words rang into her brain annoyingly she wanted to stop thinking and be with him she couldn't do it. "Hey what's wrong" brought her out of her thoughts quickly they were laying next to each other his arm behind her their heads close

"Its nothing"

He paused the movie fixing his position to see her clearly he laid on his side his hand holding his head up "Tell me what's going on, you know me doll, me and you were always the closest" he wasn't wrong, god his eyes are beautiful she thought for a second she now laid on her side facing him the same exact way

"Okay here's a question, there's a guy I like he's seeing someone else I caught his girlfriend cheating should I tell him or just let it go maybe the girl didn't mean it and I'm ruining it for them you know-"

"I think this girl that you're talking about doesn't deserve a second chance" he put his fingers on her arm running them up and down he didn't realize he was doing it, "I think I love him seb" she was telling him in a sense she loved him, he felt his stomach drop "yeah?"

"I mean he's always been there for me I can't explain the way I feel when am around him it's like butterflies" she smile those butterflies erupting again just looking at him staring into his eyes

"Tell him how you feel don't let that slide, she cheated on him point blank that should've been it from the start"

"Its too late he's in love with her and it was months ago but I feel so guilty for it"

"He'll understand, you feel a certain way about him" he caressed her skin lightly, her body was going to through waves of bliss it was intense he didn't even realize what he was doing to her the more she looked at him the more she felt in love

"You feel a little better?" He asked his fingers still caressing her skin, she nodded laying next to her again back into the position they was in before she stared at the screen and he stared at her for a few moments, his mind now racing; Alex is the one you want.. Right? now you're feeling differently about y/n? After all these years. he mentally wanted his brain to stop talking, as he stared at her she stood half way up "I totally forgot, I have a wedding gift for you" she stood up "wait til the wedding" he said with a smile her stomach just felt sick at the idea she smiled through the pain "I wanted to give it to you now it's going to be very difficult to talk to you that day so," she looked in a drawer by the picture window she stared out into the night sky of NYC it was slightly cold the winter going to end soon, she sighed lightly enough for him not to notice "this movie is horrendous take it off" he laughed at her words taking the movie off and putting on a movie they've watched 100 times, dirty dancing it made them laugh.

"here is your gift, something to remember me by" she laughed, but knowing it was her last days with him crushed her amensely.

"This is your wedding gift, it was on the registion so I just got it it's a... mixer" she laughed he smiled at her "Before you open this one" the small box in her hands, "I want you to know I want the best for you forever, I want you to be happy" she smiled and he hugged her "listen whatever it is I love it already." He opened the small box it was a silver ring the metal looked scratched a little old looking, on the inside it said "something broken could always be fixed"

"Grandpa stan gave me that ring the night we met" she gave a half smile

"You're kidding?" He laughed trying to not cry

"the night I met him he told me you are a special person in Sebastian's life without you he wouldn't be the person he is today give this to him when he needs it most" her heart aches just thinking about the encounter years ago before he passed, sebastian started to let some tears fall "I can't beileve this" words couldn't explain the emotions that he felt,

"Thank you" he said she gave him a tissue "always" they continued to eat ice cream & watch the movie in front of them

"Baby is so pretty I wish i could look like her" she looked into her almost empty carton

"You're prettier" he said with a half full mouth of ice cream, her heart felt full as he was about to speak again his phone rang

it was her.. she rolled her eyes she looked at the screen

"Johnny" and "Baby" were about to have sex..

Sebastian finally got off the phone he let out a breath putting the phone on the side of him "what's wrong" she asked trying to get out of her head from the scene in front of her

"Alex wanted me home so she got mad and went to a friends house apparently- she's embarrassed I'm not there" he stressed out to much "seb you're going to spend the rest of your life with this women one night means nothing" she laughed Sebastian laid flat on the pillow and yanked on her shirt gesturing for her to"lay with him" turning off the lamp next to her and reached over seb's head for the other lamp, the only light that shined through was the tv she laid on her side and looked at Sebastian both underneath the covers is this what love feels like she asked herself in her thoughts she had never felt so intrigued by someone like this.

"Goodnight" he smiled at her his sleepy eyes falling slightly "night seb" she said he was on the left she was on the right, both their back to each other and finally they both drifted off to sleep

She woke up to something she thought she would never wake up to, Sebastian was spooning her. She loved every minute of it reccluctant to actually get up and start her day. His arm wrapped around her waist his hand with the silver ring she had gifted him right around his finger, sitting there for another few minutes until she needed to get up she smiled, however her smile faded.. thinking of the wedding in 5 days she took a fast shower got dressed and ran out the door quickly before he woke up she wanted to bring him food and coffee, and when she got there she saw something she didn't like too much... Alexandra was there with that same guy from the photo a few months ago, her stomach turned, she took another picture of them both standing in line for coffee she tried to hide her face for her not to see however what she didn't know Alex caught her this time, both times y/n saw her wasn't on purpose it's just meant for y/n to know and tell Sebastian but she can't... She won't

she made it back just in time before he would awake

She liked home made coffee while he liked store bought "already made no hustle no hassle" were his words she laughed thinking about the first time he said that, a few texts popped up on her phone

Henry

"How'd the night go?, we wanted to give you guys some time alone sorry we didn't come."

Y/n

"It was fine, there's to much to talk about over text I'll come by the hotel and bring my best friend some food or we could go get lunch?"

"Photo attachment 1: *Alex and that guy* she's cheating on him again!!! 😡😡😡

Henry

"You have to tell him y/n!!! You can't let this go anymore do it before it's too late! bring me lunch and when you go back to work I'll bring you lunch deal"

"Don't be mad I love you"

Y/n

"Henry I can't break his heart"

"I love you to but sometimes you're a jeek

Henry

"You have to y/n it's important it's for his safety if you don't do it by tomorrow I'm gonna do it myself!!!"

"What's a jeek? New internet slang were too old for that also those emoji things are dumb"

Y/n

"I meant to say jerk it auto corrected, emojis are cute? Kinda.."

"Also i almost showed Sebastian the check!my flight or fight response kicked in and I couldn't do it I hate myself"

Henry

"you're an idiot tell me everything later!"

"Hey" a voice was heard which startled her a little she wasn't prepared to have a man's voice heard in her home, she lived by herself it was always quiet

"Hi how'd you sleep?" She asked putting her phone down giving him coffee he looked at it with love in his eyes "i haven't had coffee from this place in months, she makes homemade and it's bad" he drank it and shallowed slowly

"Come here more often I'll buy you ice cream and buy you coffee" she bribed him he looked at her phone that buzzed on the table he pointed to it "answer it" she tried to shake it off "no not right now"

"Is it that guy again David is he bothering you?" He drank the coffee and sat on the stool across from her the island right in the middle of them

"No it's just bussiness stuff" lie, she was getting good at lying to him really it was a photo attachment from Henry, apparently Alex and that guy got a hotel...at Henry's....building.... shit

Henry: *Photo attachment* his name is Robbie Amell, he just checked in to the Hilton she was trying to hide her face I saw her.

Her heart started beating very quickly Sebastian having no idea what was going on, Henry and Y/n caught her cheating she's getting messy.

"I'm gonna go back home" he finished eating he always ate so quick? "NO DON'T GO HOME" good job y/n not obvious at all. "Spend the day with me I'm going to meet up with Henry to have lunch all of us will go have lunch together" why the fuck did she say that that's where she is..... wait MAYBE HE COULD CATCH HER AND WE DON'T HAVE TO LOSE HIM! the idea rang through her brain the moment the words came out of her mouth

"Okay" he wiped his face and hands "I'm going to go shower" "Oh I have that shampoo you like" "the green one?" "Yeah you left it here I never used it" "aww" She let out a nice shaky breath he went in the bathroom she heard the door lock and picked up her phone quickly calling Henry

"How did you see them?"

"Hello to you to"

"Come on Henry"

"I went in to pick up files from the front desk and well I saw them check in because I own the building I'm allowed to look at the check ins" he said he was holding a nervous stance his hand on his hip and the phone in his hand on his ear he was a nervous wreck, you don't beileve something until you see it with your own two eyes

"Yeah we know hot shot you own hotels" she laughed and so did he

"it said Robbie Amell check in for whatever it is 9am/10 early check out later tonight 7:30pm"

"It's 9:30, eleven fucking hours you've got to be kidding me!"

he laughed he tried not to be so nervous but he was

"I'll call you later to let me in"

"Of course, we'll break the news together when she gets caught? Of course"

"Thank you for doing this"

"Only for you, If it was anyone else I would've had to give it a second thought."

Disclaimer: gifs are never mine! I take no credit for them.

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closetspngirl · 6 years ago

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Love Heals the Soul (Part 10) - The Concert (Jensen POV)

Summary: The concert gets interesting…From Jensen’s POV

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Briana, Jared

Word Count: 1428

Warnings: Nervousness with being in front of people, fluff, minor swearing, nothing else, unless I missed something

A/N: Kind of nervous for this one. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to rewrite the last chapter from Jensen’s POV, but I wanted some of the parts, and didn’t want to put it in the next chapter topic...so here we are. Also, I should have lots of time to write this week!! I’m excited. :D Feedback is always welcome! Italicized are lyrics, POV thoughts or text conversations; you can tell by the context.

Jensen’s POV

Jared and I were sitting and hanging out in the green room during the concert, shooting the shit, having a drink; talking about the events of the day, lunch, the kiss and even dinner. I didn’t tell him about the scars that I saw on her arms during lunch. Even though Jared and I talked about everything, I couldn’t do that to Y/N, not until I knew she was comfortable talking to me first.

We saw Y/N walking over without Briana, and I watched as she took a seat in one of the chairs next to the couch Jared and I were on thinking to myself that there was more than enough room, a little sad that she didn’t share the space. As Y/N sat, Briana came over with a couple of drinks and handed one to her, “One whiskey coke, light on the coke,” she stated.

Y/N took a generous drink, like she was nervous about something, needed the alcohol to help relax her a little. Wow, whiskey coke, my kind of girl. I hope Y/N is ok though, she seems nervous, but she knows all of us back here. Would it be too much to go over and try to talk to her? I don’t want to add to the stress, if that’s the case.

“Earth to Jen…hellooo…”, Jared waved his hand in my face bringing me back to reality. “Yeah, I totally agree with that,” I said, hoping that was an acceptable answer. Jared chuckled, “Yeah buddy, whatever you say.” We couldn’t continue the conversation further since Rob announced my cue to go out on stage, still having no idea what I was singing tonight. “Well I guess that’s my cue, wish me luck,” chancing a wink towards Y/N, accidentally making her blush.

The crowd was insanely loud as I got to the stage, making it difficult to hear Rob as he came over to me. “Hey man, so how about a new song tonight?” Rob asked, almost nervous about I would say. Laughing, I nudged him on, “Sure Rob, whatchya thinking?”

“Do you know the song ‘Brother’, Needtobreathe, album version,” he asked. All I had to do was smile, telling him I knew the words. What a coincidence. There’s no way that Y/N would have been involved in this, Briana maybe, but I’m certainly not upset, it’s been in my head for the last two weeks.

I went and high fived Billy then started the introduction for the song. “What’s up Vancouver? We are going to be trying something new. I had heard this song before but just recently reintroduced to it by a friend of mine. It’s a great song that I know y’all will enjoy, one that also fits with the basis of our show.”

With that, the music stared playing and all I could think about was that night at the café, listening to Y/N sing this very song. It brought a huge smile to my face. What I would give to listen to her sing again. I started into the song, the words hitting home, thinking about Sam and Dean, and how much everything in the song spoke directly to the show.

As I was in the second chorus, the crowd started cheering, which is when I saw Briana coming out to help Rob with backup vocals. I gave her a smile and kept singing, only to realize a second later that Y/N was out there with her. I smiled and winked at her, since that’s all I could do while in the middle of singing, but dropped the line I was on, trying to recover as quickly as possible. We continued the song, noticing at one point that Y/N sang some of the vocals that Bri and Rob weren’t. She’s getting comfortable, that’s good! Suddenly excited by the thought.

The song came to a close, and I thanked everyone on stage, even giving Y/N a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug. We were filing off the stage when I heard Rob pull a classic move, “Hey Jensen, how about one more song?” eliciting more applause from the crowd, and giving me a half-cocked idea. God I hope Y/N doesn’t hate me for what I’m about to do. “Sure Robby, but only if I can have one of my new friends join me,” turning to Y/N hoping that I didn’t just scare her off.

After some convincing, I walked her over to Rob who was a little surprised, but after working countless conventions with us, he was pretty much used to anything that was thrown at him. “Hey Y/N! Singing with us tonight, huh?”

“Uhh, yeah, I guess I am, which I totally wasn’t expecting so I’m kind of freaking out here,” she started rambling, I didn’t want her to hate what was about to happen and thankfully Rob stepped in, “Well, that being the case, we can play anything that you’re comfortable singing, sound good?” She smiled timidly, thinking for a quick second, “’Have a Little Faith in Me’, Briana’s cover, is that ok?” I looked to Rob in agreement and he pulled Jason out to help.

The music was starting and I could tell she was having a hard time keeping it together. I gently pulled her to me, “Y/N, just look at me, forget everyone else; It’s just us and the music, and you can hold my hand the entire time if you want to,” getting a small nod out of her.

The first verse was nearing its end and I had to make sure she was still with me, so I gently squeezed her hand. She smiled, and started singing, surprising me and probably everyone in the room. Her voice was that of an angel, scared, but so sweet. I could tell the longer she was up there the more comfortable she was getting, more power coming out behind the words. I can’t help but wonder if this song means a little more than everyone sees?

Y/N and I sang in perfect sync with each other, something that can sometimes be difficult when two people have never performed together; but she was good. I could listen to her for hours, and wished that I got the chance sometime. The song was ending, Y/N finishing the last line and the crowd went absolutely wild, I’ve never seen them go this crazy for any one of us cast members; there was something special about Y/N, and I loved seeing that energy around her.

A tear slipped down Y/N’s cheek, but she wasn’t sad, she was smiling, I’m sure the emotions were overwhelming her. I reached up and wiped it away, needing to hug her, which she welcomed. I spoke quietly in her ear, a miracle she heard it over the noise, “That was perfect. You were perfect, and I am so proud of you…and I’m sorry for this…” I pulled back and touched her cheek softly, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. It was only a couple of small kisses; I didn’t want to over do it in front of so many people. When I pulled away, I was nervous. Oh God, this is it. She hates me. I shouldn’t have crossed that line, not in front of all of these people… She spoke, almost cutting off my thoughts, “You’re forgiven,” with the biggest smile I have seen on her face all weekend, the kind of smile that was showing in her eyes as well.

I took her hand and we go backstage and she no sooner bolts over to Briana and engulfs her in a hug. I couldn’t do anything but stand there and relish in the sight. Jared came over to give his job well done bit, “Dude, that was amazing, both songs, but especially the second. I would have never have guessed Y/N to go from corner café stage to a room full of screaming fans in two weeks. She must really like you,” he quipped, giving me a pat on the back. I laughed, when I saw Y/N turn towards me, she started walking over, only to get stopped by Jared. I couldn’t quite hear what was exchanged, but it looked comforting to her, which I’m sure she needed right now.

When she reached me, I slid my arm around here waist, “What do you say we get out of her, go get you that drink you said you’d let me buy?”

“I say that sounds like an excellent idea,” Y/N responded, her beautiful smile still on her face.

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#love heals the soul #jensen x reader #spn

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atc74 · 7 years ago

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If You Could Only See

Written for: Me

Pairing: Rob x Me (Robelina)

Warnings: self-doubt, brief mentions of poor body image, fluff

Word Count: 2536 (with lyrics)

Catch up on Say It Like That

I have had this idea rolling around in my head for some time now and how Rob and the boys (well, everyone, really) would react in this situation. I used the song If You Could Only See by Tonic, one of my faves. Thank you to @hannahindie for being an amazingly supportive beta and to @iwantthedean for being the best cheerleader and supporter ever. Love ya both!

Photo credit to my amazing friend @mandileaphotography who takes the most beautiful pictures and fully supports the rabbit hole I have fallen in, mostly because she fuels the fire with pics like this.

I lay on our king sized bed, alone. The fading sun lit up our bedroom just enough to set off the sparkle in the brand new diamond ring on my left hand. Rob was gone at another convention weekend and I missed him so damn much when he was gone. We knew this wasn’t going to be easy when got together, but, as the reality set in, I didn’t think it was going to be this hard.

“Fuck it!” I pulled myself from the bed and started packing a bag. What good was five weeks vacation if you never really used it? My fiance, the love of my life, was only a plane ride away and I was going to be with him come hell or high water. I sent my boss a text and finished packing. I booked the next flight leaving for Vancouver in just three hours. It was a red eye, but I would be there when he woke up in the morning. I couldn’t wait to wake up to him every morning for the rest of our lives.

Sitting in a near empty terminal at the airport, I pulled out my phone. My guilty pleasure was scrolling through my camera roll just to see his bright shining face. When I ran out of pics to gaze longingly at, I switched over to his Insta. He always posted the most ridiculous pics of the two of us together, or his angry face, which was still adorable. I stopped at the most recent picture of us he had posted. Jensen had captured the moment he popped the question the previous weekend in Minneapolis. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and his smile was so big, despite the tears in his eyes. My heart swelled just thinking about that moment again.

I was happy, but some of the comments caught my attention. I knew I shouldn’t let it get to me, but it did. I was in a low place after my first marriage fell apart and it took a long time to gain that confidence back. Funny how only a couple comments can kick it to the curb in a fraction of a second.

I quickly shook those thoughts from my cluttered mind as my flight was called. I grabbed my carry on and made my way to the gate. Just a few more hours and I would be back in his arms and everything would be okay. Vancouver was two hours behind, so I texted Rob as I settled into my seat.

The Captain came on and I turned my phone off. I wasn’t a nervous flyer, but I couldn’t wait to get to Vancouver and see my love. In a little over three hours I would be landing and prayed that Customs would be smooth and expedient.

~*~

The plane touched down ten minutes early, according to the Captain, and as soon as we were allowed, I turned my phone back on. There was one text from Rob, saying that he was heading out with Rich and the boys, but would call me when he got back to his room, around one in the morning. I checked the time and realized that if I could clear Customs quickly, I would likely be able to meet him at his room. I quickly texted him back and confirmed I would still be up.

Then I texted Rich and filled him on my plan. He said he had it taken care of a couple minutes later. Customs wasn’t busy this time of night and before I knew it I was in a cab on my way to the hotel. I confirmed my “name” with the front desk and they handed me a key. I found the elevator and cursed the damn thing for going so slow. It was already half past twelve. Luckily there was no one else on the lift and I made it to the tenth floor and down the hall to Rob’s room. I let myself in and freshened up. Eight minutes later, I was naked and in his bed, the sheet draped what I hoped was alluringly, over my body. The minutes ticked by and then I heard a commotion in the hall. They were back. Please God, don’t let him invite anyone in, I thought to myself and held my breath.

“Are you guys sure you don’t want to come in for one more?”I heard him call down the hall, but they turned him down. I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard him enter the room and the door click shut. He must have been pouring himself a nightcap, because it took too long for him to reach the bedroom. Rob flipped the light on and his eyes landed on me. It took a moment for him to register what he was seeing, but I saw it when it did. He crossed the room in just a few strides and set his beer on the nightstand.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his breath shaky as he pulled me into his arms.

“I couldn’t stand being apart this soon after our engagement. I want to be with you, so I flew out and got here as quick as I could,” I held him as tight as he was holding me. I buried my face in his neck and breathed him in, a familiar comfort settling over me.

“Well, now that you are here...what am I going to do with you?” he asked, a sly smile on his face.

“Whatever you like, Mr. Benedict,” I responded coyly, letting the sheet fall from my frame. I had always been a little heavy, but Rob worshipped my body and made me feel like his queen.

“Oh, I like the sound of that Future-Mrs. Benedict,” he laughed and jumped into the bed next to me and I wasted no time stripping him of his signature black button down and black jeans. I was lost to him the moment he walked in and we spent the next few hours wandering aimlessly, exploring each other with only one destination in mind.

~*~

I sat in the green room, waiting for Rob and Rich to finish their opening on Friday morning. Out of habit, I checked my social media. Olivia was staying with my brother for the weekend and I knew my sister-in-law would post new pictures as they enjoyed the beautiful weather and I was right. Clicking the heart, I moved on when I got a new notification from the post Rob made that morning as we enjoyed waffles and strawberries in bed.

The comments were rolling in and the burn of fresh tears stung my eyes. I was better than this. I wasn’t going to let the haters hate. I worked damn hard to change my body and own thoughts about it. Rob helped with that since we started dating and there wasn’t a day that went by when he didn’t tell me how beautiful I was. It was different hearing it from people you didn’t even know.

I quickly wiped the tears away when I heard them introduce the first guest. I pulled myself together and plastered a smile on my face just in time for them to enter the green room.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Have you been crying?” Rob took the seat next to me, taking my hands in his, looking into my eyes. Damn for falling for such an observant and amazing man.

“Yeah, just looking at some pics of Liv that my sister-in-law posted. I miss my girl,” I sniffed, trying to cover my lie. I hated lying to him, but there was no reason we should both be down.

“I know, but we’ll be home soon,” he pulled me into his arms and I felt better already. He and Liv were all I really needed.

~*~

“Hey, Ang! How’s tricks?” Jensen surprised me in the green room, while everyone was doing a sound check.

“Hey Jens! How are you? He hugged me tightly, lifting me off the ground.

“Wanna talk about it?” he looked right through me. Damnit! What was it with all of these men and their powers of observation?!

“Not really,” I looked down at my feet, but he refused to let it go. He pulled me to the loveseat and turned to look at me.

“Is this about the comments on Rob’s Insta post this morning? They’re wrong and we both know it. So does Rob, ya know,” his voice was filled with concern.

“I know, but it still stings a bit,” I looked up at him, fresh tears shining in my eyes. He leaned forward to wipe them away before placing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“I know. But we always have your back, Darlin’. Don’t you forget that,” he hugged me once more before everyone returned to the green room.

“Hey Ackles! Hands off my girl!” Rob yelled across the room.

“Can you blame me? Have you seen this ginger beauty?!” He turned to me with a wink and walked away, pulling Rob with him. They talked for a few moments before Rob joined me.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he looked at me, with such love and adoration in his eyes that I couldn’t help but tear up again.

“More than all the grains of sand on all the beaches in all of the world?” I smiled up at him.

“Even more than that and more and more each day,” he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and tender and I melted into him.

~*~

“Hey ‘Couver! How we doin’ tonight?” Jensen’s voice boomed through the hotel ballroom. I stood off to the side with Jared, his arm draped casually across my shoulders. Jensen’s greeting was met with whoops and hollers.

“So some of you may know my friends, Rob and Angelina, just got engaged right?” he asked the crowd and received applause and whistles in response. My smile grew as Jared looked down at me, a smile on his own face. Rich stepped up beside me, pecking me on the cheek.

“We got you, Sugar,” he whispered before joining Jensen and the band on stage.

“Well, and I am not saying it was any of you, but there was some hate thrown around at Rob’s fiance this morning. If it was you, and you know who you are, there’s the door,” he threw his arm up and pointed at the exit. “This family is about love and acceptance and we always have your back, but that means you have to have ours too, and our significant others. There is no room for hate here. Hey Robby, you got something you wanna say?”

The band started playing a familiar song, one of my favorites and I felt myself get choked up as Rob started singing. Jared moved behind me and wrapped me in a bear hug, swaying us gently to the music.

If you could only see the way she loves me

Then maybe you would understand

Why I feel this way about our love

And what I must do

If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says

When she says she loves me

Well you got your reasons

And you got your lies

And you got your manipulations

They cut me down to size

Sayin' you love but you don't

You give your love but you won't

If you could only see the way she loves me

Then maybe you would understand

Why I feel this way about our love

And what I must do

If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says

When she says she loves me

Seems the road less traveled

Shows happiness unraveled

And you got to take a little dirt

To keep what you love

That's what you gotta do

Sayin' you love but you don't

You give your love but you won't

You're stretching out your arms to something that's just not there

Sayin' you love where you stand

Give your heart when you can

If you could only see the way she loves me

Then maybe you would understand

Why I feel this way about our love

And what I must do

If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says

When she says she loves me

Sayin' you love but you don't

You give your love but you won't

Sayin' you love where you stand

Give your heart when you can

If you could only see the way she loves me

Then maybe you would understand

Why I feel this way about our love

And what I must do

If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says

When she says she loves me

The song ended to full applause and a standing ovation. Rob walked over to me, releasing me from Jared and pulled me into a hug, kissing me soundly. As he pulled away, he grabbed my hand leading me back to the stage with him. With Rob on one side and Jensen on the other, I felt so loved. That was until we were joined by Rich and Jared. Then Misha, Kim, Brianna, David, Adam, Ruth stood beside us. Even Chris, Billy, Stephen and Mike set down their instruments and filled in the circle. My heart had never been fuller. With my hand tightly in Rob’s, I stepped up to the microphone.

“Thank you family,” I bowed, Rob still next to me and we walked of the stage hand in hand surrounded by our friends and family.

~*~

“Hey Baby, I need you to come with me to photo ops,” Rob told me that morning as we dressed.

“Why? I really have no desire to watch women put their hands on what’s mine all day. Knowing it happens and watching it are two different things,” I told him as I finished applying my mascara. I fluffed my hair one more time and walked out into the bedroom. I had chosen my SPN Love shirt covered by a white and blue flannel. Rob was also wearing a black and gray flannel and we laughed together at our coordinating plaids.

“No, you don’t have to stay. Schmelke just wants a picture since we didn’t get one in Minneapolis last weekend,” he told me.

“Well, I suppose I can handle having him take a picture of us, but then I am going to the gold panel,” I grinned as he rolled his eyes.

~*~

“Thanks guys! I got it and it looks fabulous,” Chris shouted over the music and I left Rob’s embrace to look at the shots he had taken, but he quickly passed the camera off to his assistant. “You better get out of here before they let the masses in!”

I was sitting in Jared and Jensen’s Gold panel when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I looked at the notification; it was a new email from Chris. I opened the attachment and a smile broke out across my face. I immediately saved it and posted it to my Insta.

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pretty-little-mind33 · 1 year ago

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requests - WIPs - about me - tag list - emojis - other blogs

minors must NOT interact with anything that has a ♥︎ as a warning. if i see an ageless blog doing so, i'll block you. thank you so much for respecting this boundary :)

on this blog i'll post writings for multiple fandoms depending on what mood I'm in lol (currently Marauders (james potter) and anything ATJ related lmao) or what inspires me! I'll also post recommendations for characters because it's super important to support other writers on here!

because this has happened, i want to say please do NOT repost my work on any other platforms without my permission! thank you.

- MISCELLANEOUS CHARACTERS - including Robbie Jennings (ataps), Drover (australia), and Leopold Mountbatten (kate and leopold)

- JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST - Harry Potter/Marauders era

(here are some James Potter/Marauders Era writers I really recommend = @moonstruckme, @ellecdc, and @ddejavvu)

- POLY MARAUDERS MASTERLIST - Harry Potter/Marauders era

- TANGERINE MASTERLIST - Bullet Train

(here are some of my absolute favorite Tangerine/Bullet Train writers = @little-miss-dilf-lover and @msmk11! They're amazing!)

- COUNT VRONSKY MASTERLIST - Anna Karenina 2012

- SERGEI KRAVINOFF MASTERLIST - Kraven The Hunter

- DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST - Kick Ass

- PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST - Avengers Age of Ultron

- TOM RYDER MASTERLIST - The Fall Guy - LOGAN HOWLETT MASTERLIST - X-Men

ps: aesthetic pictures on moodboards DO NOT reflect y/n's descriptions! no physical descriptions of y/n are given at any point unless stated in the warnings! i always want to make sure my y/n's can be of any race/ethnicity/size as we humans are all beautifully different and amazing!!

pss: none of the aesthetic pictures i use for my blog are mine! i find them all on pinterest and if any of them are copyrighted, let me know!

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pretty-little-mind33 · 1 month ago

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Robbie Jennings x fem!reader

Summary: You have the most embarrassing crush on your brother's friend.

Genre: Fluff <3

Warnings: both Robbie and reader are minors (15/16), no warnings except a reminder of soul-crushing crushes we all had in middle school lol

~ hope you like this 🫀anon! ~

When Robbie invited you over to his mother's shop for a study session, you had almost declined.

He had work and you didn't want to bother him, but when he'd overheard you complaining to your friends about not understanding your math test, he'd still offered.

Afterall, in his words, "how could he let his friend's little sister fail a subject he can easily help her with?" and you were speechless. He'd left you in the hall with a wink and a familiar sinking in your stomach.

So you didn't decline and now you find yourself sitting on a stool beside him, your math book open, tapping your pencil on the paper absentmindedly, as Robbie checks out Lindsay Marlings's assortment of fruits.

"Are you tutoring now, Robbie?" Lindsay asks, her tone lightheartedly hostile as she leans her chin on her hand and he bags her apples. You try your hardest to focus on the numbers, ignoring how warm your cheeks have become. This feels humiliating.

Robbie hums, looking your way as he nods. "Math help. Y'know I'm good at it," he quips, smiling at Lindsay and hands her the bag. "See you Monday," he says, successfully ending the conversation.

Lindsay huffs but leaves anyway and then Robbie's attention is on you again. "How's it going?" he asks, looking over your shoulder as you do your homework. You shift, moving your pencil so he can see and hold your breath.

You want to impress him. Robbie's arm reaches over your shoulder as he points to an equation. "This one's wrong," he says calmly.

"It is?" you whisper, tensing up. God, this stupid crush is killing you.

Robbie nods and holds out his palm and you stare at it for a moment. His hands are as gorgeous as the rest of him. "Pencil?" he laughs, opening and closing his hand. You startle and hand him the pencil.

You watch as he changes up the equation and you realize this was a stupid idea. You can't concentrate on math when he's standing so close to you. Robbie hands you the pencil again after having corrected your equation and then looks at you. He pauses, opening his mouth to say something when the words die in his throat and he ends up just staring into your wide eyes. You blink.

Has his eyes always been this blue?

"Excuse me, love." You both hear the sweet voice of Mrs. Smith, your elderly neighbor and one of the shop's regulars. She's with her husband and she places her small basket of vegetables on the counter.

Robbie jumps, tearing his eyes from you. He quickly recovers and moves away from you. "Hi, Mrs. Smith," he grins and begins to help her. You turn to your notebook again, chewing on your lip.

"Hello, Miss Y/n," Mr. Smith tilts his cap as Mrs. Smith makes a comment on how Robbie looks more handsome every day she sees him. She almost reaches out to pinch his cheeks but stops herself at the last moment when you answer her husband.

"Hello, Mr. Smith," you wave shyly.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith exchange glances between you and Robbie and then Mrs. Smith nudges her husband. "What I wouldn't give to experience young love again, Tom," she laughs.

Robbie almost drops the squash he's packing up when he hears this as he clears his throat. His cheeks are dusted pink.

"Oh, we aren't—" you quickly explain.

Robbie interrupts you, "Here you go. That'll be six pounds."

Mr. Smith sends Robbie a knowing look but hands him the money in silence. Mrs. Smith giggles and links arms with her husband as he grabs the groceries. "Don't work yourselves too hard, loves," she says, looking at your notebook, and sends you a kind smile. You nod, a little stunned from the entire interaction.

After they leave, you finish your work in silence as Robbie counts the money.

* * *

"Well, this is me," you pause, "thanks," you say as Robbie hands you your backpack and you hold it near your knees. You're standing outside your gate, heels rocking nervously. Robbie looks just as nervous as he rubs his nape and looks around, sending you a lopsided grin.

"I hope I helped," he says.

"You did! Very much so!" you exclaim, a little too enthusiastic and you instantly want to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Robbie laughs, seemingly charmed. "Good."

He looks behind him and he almost looks like he wants to ask something but he doesn't. "Tell your bruv I say hi, yeah?" he says and then turns to leave.

Your mind acts on autopilot as you panic. You don't want him to leave! You grab his sleeve and then your words become stuck in your throat when he turns around and your eyes go round.

"Are you okay?" Robbie asks, eyebrows pinched with concern.

You nod and then the word vomit begins. "I- would you like to hang out outside of school sometime? I- I know this really yummy fish and chips place near the—" you pause, remembering the look Lindsay had given you and all your insecurities jump out. "Sorry, this is so stupid," you whisper, moving to pull away from him.

"Hey, wait." Robbie grabs your sleeve this time and tugs you closer. He steadies you with a hand on your arm. He cracks a smile, looking you over. "You're the first girl who's been the one to ask me out, y'know," he says.

"I didn't—" you try to defend but he shakes his head.

"I like it," Robbie reassures you. "You're really weird sometimes," he jokes but quickly adds, "but I like you."

You scrunch your nose a little at the insult but his hand on your cheek makes the comment disappear. "I like you," he repeats, "and I'd be an absolute git not to accept your date offer."

Your shoulders relax and Robbie grins.

"Name a time and place and I'm there."

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atc74 · 7 years ago

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Fire & Ice

A probably not highly anticipated part 2 to She Waits. I totally did not intend for it to have a second part, but then I joined another challenge and the host graciously agreed to it. So if you’re interested, here is some more disgusting fluff. Taylor, @impalaimagining, this is for you, love and your Sing It Supernatural Challenge. Thank you for all your love and support! My prompt is in italics.

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Word Count: 2192

Warnings: Rob singing, pregnancy, birth (not graphic), Rob singing

Thank you to all who indulge my Rob Crisis as is reaches critical mass. I mostly blame @iwantthedean and @d-s-winchester, as they are horrible, amazing influences and I love them. Also, to my beta, @just-another-busy-fangirl, I love you!

(photo credits to google search, @mandileaphotography and @stardustandmelancholy)

Rob slipped quietly through the door to your rented condo in Vancouver. He knew you had been tired lately, being six months pregnant and all, and he didn’t want to risk waking you. It had been a long night on set and the director hadn’t called a wrap until almost two in the morning.

He removed his shoes and tossed his jacket over one of the kitchen stools before grabbing a bottle of water and shuffling his tired feet and body down the hall. He ensured the bathroom door was shut before he turned the light on and set to getting ready for bed. After a quick shower, he brushed his teeth. He flipped the lights off and tiptoed into the bedroom.

Rob reached his way along the wall to his dresser and grabbed a pair of boxers and pulled them on. He eased his way to the bed and gently pulled back the comforter.

“Rob?” your voice was raspy from sleep.

“Hey, Honey, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Rob whispered.

“S’okay, baby woke me up anyway; hafta pee,” you groaned as you eased your swollen body from the mattress and rushed the bathroom. You quickly finished your business and returned to the bedroom, greeting Rob with a kiss.”Hmmm minty. How was your day, Babe?”

“It was good. Long, but good. Only one episode left,” Rob welcomed you back into bed with open arms.

“I missed you, Baby,” you snuggled into his side. “Only a couple weeks left and we will be on our way home. I can’t wait to get the nursery finished so we can be ready for this little wiggle worm.”

“I can’t wait to meet our baby, Y/N. I love you,” Rob murmured into your hair.

“I love you, Robby,” you whispered before drifting back to sleep.

~*~

“Honey, are you ready?” Rob called through the apartment.

“I will be in just about three minutes,” you responded strolling out into the living area. “Can you zip me please?”

“Honey, you look absolutely exquisite,” Rob breathed out, his cerulean orbs roaming your figure in the dress you had found on a recent shopping trip.

“Thank you, Robby. I am just glad it fits, for now,” you joked. “I am getting bigger and bigger every day. Pretty soon, I will only be able to fit into sweats!”

“It doesn’t matter what you wear, you will always be the most beautiful woman in the world to me,” Rob said. “And you’re all mine.”

“Okay, you sap, we are going to be late if you don’t zip me up,” you joked, turning around and gesturing to your back.

“I don’t care. I just want you all to myself,” Rob murmured, as his fingers slowly caressed your spine, taking his time.

“I promise you I am all yours tomorrow, but tonight,” you sighed. “Tonight we have a wrap party to attend and you are the emcee and entertainment.”

“I am going to hold you to that promise, Y/N,” Rob relented and zipped your dress with a heavy exaggerated breath.

“You know, you look pretty damn good in that suit, Babe,” you teased, getting an eyeroll in response.

The bar had just started to fill up and it looked like you and Rob arrived just in time. Jensen and Jared greeted you at the door.

“Y/N, you look beautiful, too good for Rob. Run away with me?” Jared teased.

“I am sure Gen would not be okay with that. Control yourself, MIster!” you joked just as easily with him. You loved this family with everything you had and knew your life wouldn’t be the same without them. Throughout all the struggles of the past few years, before, during and after Rob’s stroke and thinking you might lose him, they had all been there for you, through thick and thin.

“Jare, get off the pretty lady! Hey, Sunshine, how is my favorite niece doing?” Jensen hugged you and instinctively rubbed a large hand over your belly.

“Jen, we don’t know if it is a girl or boy, so don’t get too excited just yet. You’ll have to wait a few more months, just like us,” you told him.

“Yeah, well I can hope! And we have receipts for everything!” Jensen blurted out as he took your hand and led you to a table reserved for you. “What can I get you?”

“Just some water with a lemon, please,” you eased yourself into the chair and noticed Rob in the corner talking with Bob Singer and Jim Michaels, figuring it was most likely about the episodes they had just filmed.

“Hey, Honey, you comfortable?” Rob crouched down in front of you.

“Yeah, I’m good, let’s go mingle with everyone before you are stuck on entertainment duty,” you proposed and Rob helped you to your feet, one hand on the small of your back as you walked around, talking to all of your friends and family.

“So how many weeks left, Y/N?” Brianna asked excitedly.

“Just about ten. It feels like just yesterday when I found out,” you marveled.

“I know! It feels like it goes by in the blink of an eye, but lasts forever at the same time!” she exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

“Hey, where’d my husband go?” you wondered aloud as the music started. Brianna just pointed toward the stage where Rob and Rich had taken up their post.

“Ladies and germs! Thank you all for coming tonight. We have some people who wanna say some stuff, so please, pretend to listen and be interested, and blabbity blah, yada yada yada,” Rich joked and passed off his mic to the show runners.

Jokes were made, insults tossed back and forth, but it was all in good fun and camaraderie; the cast and crew were notorious for it and it was what made them all family. They had another great season under their belts.

“Robby?” Rich called out.

“Yeah, Rich?” Rob answered.

“So you guys gonna play something for these nice people? And Jared and Jensen?” Laughter broke out among the party, Jared and Jensen feigning offense.

“We were thinking about it, why, you gonna join us?” Rob asked. “And ah, Jensen Ackles, get your ass up here, too.”

Applause rang out as Jensen jumped on stage, Rich handing him a microphone. The opening notes of ‘Whipping Post’ started and Jensen was flawless. More and more guests joined the stage singing a variety of songs, just like a Saturday Night Special concert.

You alternated between sitting and standing, singing along and carrying on conversations with everybody. The baby would start kicking furiously whenever Rob was singing and it made your heart happy to know that your baby loved Daddy’s voice as much as you did. You had just returned to your seat and slipped off your shoes when you heard your name.

“Y/N, Honey, I know this isn’t the most romantic way to spend our first anniversary, but I don’t think we would be here today if it wasn’t for the love and support of some of the people in this room,” Rob looked off the side and then you saw Gil walk out on stage, followed by Jensen, Brianna, Kim, Ruth and Mark took up his post on the drums. “Surrounded by our friends and family, I vow to you, Y/N, to love you more each day and never to look back, as you are my future.”

You smiled sweetly, not believing what a sap he had turned into. “I love you, Robby!” you yelled to him as a familiar pair of arms encircled your waist and a loud kiss was placed on your cheek.

“Nic! What are you doing here?” you squealed as you hugged her.

“Well, we were coming just to help you move, but Gil couldn’t pass up an opportunity to sing with the boys, so here we are,” she shrugged.

The music started again and you both turned back to the stage, giving your husbands and friends your attention as a old country tune filled the room. This was different than they normally played, but you didn’t care. Rob singing was what you enjoyed most and it didn’t matter if he sang commercial jingles.

“This song is dedicated to my beautiful wife. She is everything I could want and more. Happy anniversary, Honey,” Rob announced.

She’s sun and rain, she’s fire and ice

A little crazy but it’s nice

And when she gets mad, you best leave her alone

‘Cause she’ll rage just like a river

Then she’ll beg you to forgive her

She’s every woman that I’ve ever known

She’s so New York and then L.A.

And every town along the way

She’s every place that I’ve never been

She’s makin love on rainy nights

She’s a stroll through Christmas lights

And she’s everything I want to do again

You and Nicole swayed to the music, not caring anymore that you had taken your shoes off or that your feet still ached. A warmth surrounded you as Rob sang, the group harmonizing perfectly behind him. You watched him as he left the stage and knelt before you.

She’s anything but typical

She’s so unpredictable

Oh but even at her worst it ain’t that bad

She’s as real as real can be

And she’s every fantasy

The song finished, but you couldn’t hear anything. Your attention was on your husband as he wrapped his arms tight around your middle, placing soft kisses to your baby bump. He looked up at you with tears shining in those blue eyes you loved so much.

“You and this baby are all I could ever want. Thank you for being patient and loving me. I don’t know where I would be without you,” Rob confessed and kissed you soundly as everyone clapped, wishing you a happy anniversary.

“You’ll never have to find out,” you promised.

~*~

“Rob!” you yelled from the bathroom one dark and stormy night. A rare thunderstorm had rolled through Los Angeles County and although you loved a good storm, this one had woken you up only to discover that your water had broken.

“What flavor?” Rob mumbled from the bed, still half asleep.

“Rob, Babe, I need you to get up and get dressed right now. My water broke,” you told him, gathering a change of clothes from the bedroom.

“Okay, I’m ready! Let’s get to the hospital!” Rob jumped out of bed and put his shoes on.

“Babe? Uh, you probably are going to want a shirt…and some pants,” you observed as he stood before you in nothing but his boxers and a pair of sneakers.

“Oh, yeah, right. Pants,” Rob babbled as he ran around your bedroom, looking for said pants, settling for a used pair from the hamper.

“Baby bag, check. Mama bag, check. Pants and shirt, check,” Rob recited his list of go items, as he ran down the stairs of your two story home to the door to the garage, slamming it behind him. The door opened and slammed again, and you heard him as he bounded back up the stairs. “Pregnant wife, check.”

“I was wondering if you were coming back for me!” you laughed as he helped you down the stairs, out the door and into the car. Your breathing exercises were not exactly helping, but as you glanced in the back to the brand new car seat he had installed the day before, worry set on your face. “Rob, what if we are horrible parents?” you blurted out as the panic started to set in. You and Rob hadn’t had the smoothest of roads and you worried if you had rushed into the parenting thing.

“Honey, as long as we have each other, that is all that matters, remember? We made it through together and we will make it through this, too,” Rob assured you, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your arm. He started singing as he drove, knowing that always helped calm you.

~*~

You woke to the sun as it shone through your window, blinking in the brightness. Your arms stretched over your head and you noticed a dull ache in your midsection. The events of the night rushed back to you as your eyes opened wide to take in your husband singing softly, gazing lovingly at the pink bundle in his arms. You listened, content at the sight before you.

“You know, she still needs a name,” you pointed out and his eyes met yours.

“Hey baby girl. Your mama is awake,” Rob cooed gently as he rose, shifting your daughter into your arms. You had marveled over this little wonder for months and she was finally here.

“I was thinking about, too, and may have an idea,” Rob volunteered. “How do you feel about Rowan?”

“I love it, Rob. Welcome to the world, Rowan Elizabeth Benedict. Your Uncle Jensen is going to be so pleased to meet you,” you whispered. Rob reached over and wiped away your silent tears before he kissed the top of your daughter’s head. “She’s beautiful.”

“Just like her mother,” Rob agreed.

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