#collinscosmicentity
Text
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
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Thanks for reading!
Positive Taglist: @natasha-cole @itsfunnierin-enochian @kocswain @missihart23 @wontlookaway @shanghai88 @rblstrash @burningrupture @sherlockedtash88 @bloodstained-porcelain-doll @tas898 @lullabylike @lexiemiller97
#rob benedict#rob benedict x reader#rob benedict fanfiction#rob benedict smut#rpf#rob benedict rpf#Supernatural RPF#richard speight jr#fanfiction#supernatural fanfiction#spn rpf#positive#collinscosmicentity
33 notes
·
View notes
Note
waIT people say Dean's hair is blonde?? ITS LITERALLY BROWN I HAD NO IDEA THIS DEBATE EXISTED UNTIL NOW
about 30% fics I see describe him as blonde or sandy blonde or dirty blonde. Which, I will agree, Jensen has been. Dean has never been anything but a brown-head on the show in natural lighting. that’s all i’m saying.
I feel like, someone way back in the day said it in a fic and it just stuck with people. kinda like how a lot of the cliche smut sentence structures and descriptions of manhood came about. IDK. The point is...
he’s brunette.
19 notes
·
View notes
Note
Happy birthday! I hope it’s an amazing one!
Thank you!! 💜
0 notes
Text
Not The One
Characters: Rob Benedict x Reader; Rob Benedict x Joanne (OFC); Julie (OFC).
Written By: @gettingbywithalittlehelp96 & @itsfunnierin-enochian
Summary: Your friend asks your help for a gift and you, perhaps, get something far too special for a simple birthday gift.
Masterlist
Chapter 6
After that night you shared with Rob you couldn't stop thinking about him. It was like that was the last thing you needed. The last drop of...love. Yes, you were in love with Rob and even though you tried to deny it to yourself, it wasn't possible.
You also felt like the worst friend ever, what kind of person falls in love with her best friend's boyfriend? That wasn't okay. You didn’t feel okay, and trying to keep the distance only seemed to make it harder.
He was so smart, so sweet and funny, and it was very hard to find a man that was decent like that. None of the guys you had met in your life were anything close to Rob, and neither were the guys Jo met. He was unique, in his own way, and he had this relaxing effect on you that was hard to describe.
For the next couple of days, Rob was there all the time. He had even started talking to you more. Jo, naturally, thought it was “wonderful” that you were finally getting along, but the reality was that every second you spent in Rob’s presence became harder and harder for you. Finally the day came that Rob said he wasn’t able to make it over and just as you had gotten your hopes up that you would have a break from thinking about him, Jo happened.
“Y/N, Y/N, you have to help me," she pleaded.
She didn’t even knock. She just burst right in, plopping down dramatically on the edge of your bed, where you had been laying and reading a book.
You hated helping Jo. Most of the time she wanted help with her boy troubles and it was impossible to find a solution to those. That is if there was a real problem.
“What is it Jo?” you sighed, closing your book and setting it on the nightstand.
“I need help with Rob. It’s his birthday and I think I should probably get him something.”
“Probably? Is it even a question of whether or not you should get your great boyfriend a gift for his birthday?” you thought to yourself.
“It’s just he’s so weird when it comes to his interests and stuff,” she continued with a pout.
Weird? Rob was probably one of the simplest men you've ever met in your life and that was only after talking with him briefly. Maybe it was just the kind of person you were, but the moment she said something, you had immediately thought of at least five things to get him. You couldn’t tell her that, however, so you acted like you were uninterested.
“Okay, but why don't you just buy him something yourself? He's gonna like whatever you give him.”
“Actually I’m not going to have time tomorrow to go shopping and since i know how much you enjoy the shopping thing...” Trailing off she gave you a big smile like she always did when she wanted you to do her a favour.
“Really?” you scoffed. “You think I have the time to go buy your boyfriend a birthday gift?”
Though you were acting bothered, you really were looking forward to shopping for him.
“Yes, because I know you have the day off tomorrow,” Jo answered. “Come on y/n, please?”
“Oh alright, but I don't want you to complain, you hear me? You will accept whatever I get.”
“Yes, yes! Thank you!”
She kissed your cheek and hugged you so tight, and for a moment you felt guilty for liking Rob in the first place, but you couldn't fight it anymore. It was enough that you had to live with it.
The next morning you woke up early, had breakfast and went straight to the record store downtown. It was the only record store left in the city, and because of that you knew it would have exactly what you were looking for. You were sure Rob had to know about the place, but the whole time you shopped you couldn’t stop thinking about how maybe one day, you and Rob would be able to go there together.
Half an hour later you finally found the three Pearl Jam vinyls you were looking for and after allowing yourself to feel excited about it, remembered that the gift was going to have Jo's name on the package, not yours. But well, at least you got to know how special this would be for Rob.
The icing on top of the cake was that you knew Julie had contact with a couple of people, close to Pearl Jam, and in forty minutes you got the news that she was getting one of the vinyls signed. She asked why you needed it so bad and why you needed it so soon, but since you really couldn’t let anyone know how you had a massive crush on your friend's boyfriend, you just said it was for you.
By that evening you had arrived back at your apartment from Julie’s with the signed vinyl, along with two others, wrapped in a box with a blue bow, and when Jo walked in and saw the contents on your lap she gave you a big smile.
“Oh my, what is that?” she asked walking over and sitting down next to you.
“That,” you said pointing to the box. “That is your gift for Rob.”
Taking it from you, she briefly examined it before looking back at you. “Okay what is it?”
“Vinyls,” you replied with a smile. “You know how much he loves Pearl Jam...”
“Oh, yeah, right,” she said interrupting you. “I think that was the band that Rob was showing me pictures of on his phone. I don’t know there was some band he really liked and had seen a few times he was telling me.”
You couldn’t help but to stare at her in confusion for a couple minutes. It was like she really had no idea how special Rob was, with how much he loved things, and as she got up and started to walk away, you remembered how you didn’t have the chance to mention the one that was signed.
“Oh hey, Jo one of the albums is signed. Just so you know.”
“Wh….” Almost looking confused, she looked down at the box and back at you. “Well, this is a very beautiful gift y/n, thank you. I'm sure he will love it.”
You smiled in response, but as Jo walked away to her room you couldn’t help but notice she still looked confused. Shrugging it off, you figured she just didn’t get Rob’s fascination with the band and grabbed your book off of the coffee table to continue reading. You had just gotten leaned back and turned to the page you had left off on when Jo popped her head back out of her room.
“Y/N, how do you know he doesn't have this?” She asked curiously.
“Oh, he just mentioned it one day when we talked. We were talking about music and stuff like that and he just kind of mentioned it," you said smiling as you remembered the moment with Rob.
With a small smile, she nodded and shut herself back in her room, you went back to reading. Something that had become impossible now that you were thinking about Rob again and that particular night to shared just talking.
TAG LIST
@natasha-cole • @tas898 • @shanghai88 • @collinscosmicentity • @two-sidedsoul • @klinenovakwinchester • @lara-bradbury • @i-hear-crazy-calling-my-name • @missihart23• @internationalmusicteacher • @sherlockedtash88 • @narisjournal-blog • @rblstrash • @princess-of-erebor1992 • @sirraxa • @wontlookaway • @burningrupture • @brokencasbutt67-writer • @winchestergirl-13 • @marichromatic • @notfunnystillhere • @kocswain • @apeshit7x • @spnmightkillme • @damn-it-destiel • @cyrilconnelly • @srtaprieto • @dropthepizza346 • @queenofhellwithcrowley • @pinkykayley • @lauragail2007 • @regandm • @idabbleincrazy • @probably-writing-something • @hunterpuff • @lucerospn1detc • @draiela • @zeddlocket • @jayyx3oxo • @deanwherescas • @lullabylike · @linki-locks11 · @jamielea81
#rob benedict x reader#rob benedict rpf#rob Benedict x joanne (ofc)#rob Benedict x ofc#not the one series#not the one#collaboration#my fics#fanfiction#rpf fanfiction#rpf#series#ofc
32 notes
·
View notes
Text
I’m Back!
Hey guys - this is finally my new, permanent blog here on the Tumblr-verse. (Formerly Wilde-Abandon)
-No more annoying inaccessible blog acting as my default.
To that end, I’m gonna go ahead and apologize now to all the poor souls who are about to be tagged in a billion things (mostly my old fics/posts). It should clear up soon!
To all of my new followers - thank you for the support, I’ll tag you here so you can be sure to follow the correct account!
Everything should be completely uploaded and up to date by next weekend at the latest - I’ll try to make it as quick and painless as possible!
TAGS: @arses21434 @jaredsunflowergoddess @natasha-cole @jamielea81 @wings-of-a-raven @atc74 @alexis-rose-winchester @hawaiianohana31 @deangirlsup @weebs77 @collinscosmicentity @mewjacki @onethirstyunicorn @jynx-writers @charlottecl
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Don’t mind me...
Just going through a bit of a Rob crisis thanks to @collinscosmicentity and @natasha-cole
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
Jammin’
Tagged by the great @lokiandbuckyaremine (thanks for tagging me love)
Okay so, the rules are you list 10 songs you’re obsessed with and never skip when they come on lol then you tag 10 others :)
These aren’t in order:
Closer by Tegan and Sara
Drops Of Jupiter by Train
Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson
Boots by Kesha
Driving Me by Serayah
Floating by Alina Baraz ft. Khalid
Run-Around by Blues Traveler
Uptown Girl by Billy Joel
The Way You Make Me Feel by Michael Jackson
Gives You Hell by The All-American Rejects
Tagging: @pizzamusicbedyou, @puppies-are-lyfe, @chrisevansisdaddy04, @im-just-a-18-year-old-chick, @collinscosmicentity, @howling-at-that-moon, @multifandombackpack, @jojo16star, @hostagetomyfeeiings, @iwritesinsnoottragedies
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Positive : Part 12
Wow it’s been a hot minute. I think the writer’s block is finally gone but don’t quote me on it! It’s shorter but I think you’ll enjoy it all the same! Enjoy! P.S don’t hate me for the ending thank you!
Summary: It’s Minncon and everybody is still abuzz about the album party
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Word Count: 1,940
Warnings: angst, fighting, matt benedict is a sweetheart, privacy invasion, ultimatums, stephen’s no longer a teddy bear
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.
If you knew this is where you’d be after finding out you were pregnant, you would’ve hidden in a cave until you gave birth. Fans sending hate after hate. For breaking up Rob’s marriage, for lying, people thinking you cheated on Stephen. The album party video went viral throughout the fandom. Yet here you were, at the convention in Minneapolis, ready to be bombarded with rude questions. Even though for the first time in your convention life, you decided to field your questions, making sure they were appropriate and semi-respectful, but you knew deep down there’d be a few who slipped through the cracks.
Ever since that night, you haven’t seen or talked to Rob. You only texted him back once. To tell him you didn’t love him back. Which deep down, you knew was the biggest lie you’ve ever told. You did love him, but you didn’t want to break Stephen’s heart. Yet, any feelings for Stephen were beginning to diminish. Ever since he found out about Rob being the father, he’s been controlling, if Rob even looked at you wrong this weekend, you were sure he would beat him up on the spot. Plus, knowing that Rob had feelings for you too, made being with someone else extremely difficult.
Entering the hotel, you checked in and got in the elevator. So far, so good, all you needed to do was make it to your room and- you rammed face first into someone’s chest.
“Oh god i’m so sorry, I was lost in my own thoughts and-” Once you looked up at who it was, your mouth went dry. “Rob.”
“Y/N” He breathed out, almost relieved to see you. “We really need to talk. About everything.”
You wanted to, god did you want to, but your brain was giving you flashing red signs. “Rob I don’t-”
You were cut off by Stephen exiting the other elevator. Right, you had texted him that you were here. Wrapping his arm around your torso, Stephen presses a kiss to your temple. “Hey babe. Missed you.”
Rob let out a heavy sigh. “Steve, Y/N and I need to talk. Considering a majority of it involves our child.” He made sure to enunciate the “our”, making it clear to Stephen that he wasn’t the father, and he never would be.
“Well, Y/N hasn’t expressed any interest in seeing you, and I don’t believe that changed. So we will be going to our room.” Stephen smirked triumphantly, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards your room.
Rob scoffed, but got in the elevator anyway, instead of going after you, like an idiot.
“Stephen, slow down!” You whispered, not to disturb the other hotel guests, as you always flew in late friday. “Stephen! You’re hurting my arm!” You shoved him off of you.
Stephen turned to look at you. “I’m sorry, I was just trying to get you out of there. I didn’t think you’d wanna talk to him.”
Opening your hotel room door, you groaned out in frustration. “Maybe if you let me get a word in, instead of making my decisions for me, you would know I could’ve handled it myself!”
Stephen stood speechless, you’d never yelled at him like that.
“I’ll be sleeping alone tonight. Goodnight Stephen.” You spat, slamming the door in his face, not waiting for a reply.
Saturday
As expected, all anyone wanted to talk about with you was the party and the fact that you and Rob had sex. Instead of being offended during your ops and autos, you plastered on a smile and said with enthusiasm “That’s why you use protection every single time!”.
Each one of them left with a little bit of a scowl on their face, but that’s what they get for being assholes. You were nearly 23 weeks pregnant, and extremely hormonal. Don’t mess with the mama bear.
SNS came quicker than expected because before you knew it, you were backstage while the band performed on stage. There was awkward tension though, because Rob’s brother, Matt was sitting right next to you. You had no idea what even to say. “Hey sorry I ruined your brother’s marriage?” You didn’t have much time to think it over before he tapped your shoulder.
“Hey. I’m Matt, but i’m sure you knew that already.” He gave you a grin, eerily similar to his brothers.
“Y/N, but i’m sure you’ve heard all about me. Homewrecker.” You sarcastically threw up jazz hands. “Listen, I just want to apologize to you and your family for ruining rob’s marriage-”
“I’m going to stop you right there. You did us all a favor. Marnie was always sweet to Rob, but she never liked sharing his attention. Even when they had Tyler, it was all about her. We all knew it was going to crack, we just didn’t know when. I’m surprised it lasted as long as it did to be completely honest.”
You were shocked. So she was always a bitch, Rob just never saw it. “Well, then I guess you’re welcome? I’m glad I could be of assistance.”
Matt chuckled, and eyed your stomach. “You know he’s excited right? He can’t wait for her. He sends our whole family ultrasounds now that it's out in the open. Couldn’t be happier honestly. The smile that he gets while talking about your daughter is the biggest one I've seen. Almost as big as the one he gets while talking about you.”
That revelation made your face heat up. Rob talks about you, to his family? “H-he talks about me? A lot?”
Matt nodded, his eyes occasionally darting back to the screen to watch his brother perform. “All the time. Sometimes it’s hard for him to shut up. I haven’t seen that much love in his eyes in a long time. Shame you don’t feel the same way.” And with that, the band came off the stage for a moment before the encore, Matt leaving to talk with his brother for a minute.
“Yeah, except I do.” You muttered to no one in particular, your voice being drowned out by the crowd screaming for the band. Stephen came over for a quick good luck kiss, which you barely reciprocated, before he got in line to go back out. Locking eyes with Rob, you felt your heart begin to beat faster as his blue eyes seemed to stare into yours perfectly. Only when billy hit Rob on the back of the head, did the eye contact break.
Deciding you’d had enough today, you sneaked away and got in an uber early, heading back to the hotel. Once you got in your room, you quickly changed into pajamas and crawled into bed, ignoring the numerous texts you got 20 minutes later from Stephen on your whereabouts. And for the second night in a row, you went to bed alone.
Sunday
Sunday went off without a hitch, but Matt’s words kept ringing in your mind. He wasn’t drunk when he texted you, and he meant it. But then there was Stephen. Your boyfriend.
Once Sunday had wrapped, Stephen had come to your room with some flowers, to apologize, which made you happy, but it was like getting flowers from your mom when you’re single on valentine’s day.
“I’m sorry I tugged on your arm too hard, and I’m sorry I didn’t let you handle yourself with Rob.” Stephen smiled sheepishly, waving the flowers around before putting them on the bed.
“That’s really sweet. Thank you.” You gave him a soft smile, but when he went in for the kiss, you turned so he got your cheek instead. He looked hurt. “Sorry. Haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” You made up that excuse, when in reality, you didn’t want to kiss him.
He took it though, shrugging his shoulders. “Rob wouldn’t shut up about you today. Kind of annoying.”
“Stephen i’m pregnant with his child, it’s gonna happen. I wish you two could go back to how things were. I don’t want to ruin a 20 year friendship.”
Stephen rolled his eyes. “I see the way he looks at you. And I saw the text.”
You felt anger begin to bubble up under your skin. “You went through my phone?! That’s private Stephen!”
“I’m your boyfriend. I think I’m allowed to look on your phone.”
“For google or something! Not going through my messages like a jerk!” You spat, crossing your arms.
“It’s not like you had anything to hide! He confessed his feelings and you turned him down! Simple!” Stephen yelled in return.
“That’s not the point! You invaded my privacy!”
“It’s starting to seem like you want to fight with me just to fight! What’s gotten into you?!” Stephen questioned, rage becoming apparent in his own features.
“You’re being a dick! You’ve changed since you found out that Rob’s the father. You’re controlling and borderline possessive!” You shouted back.
“I’m just trying to protect you and our relationship from him!”
“Why?!”
“Because I see the way you look at him! It’s the same way I look at you! I saw the little eye contact last night and I know that’s why you ran away! I’m trying not to lose you and I feel like the only way that's going to happen is if he’s out of your life!” Stephen yelled, his voice cracking a little bit.
“What are you saying?” You asked, a bit worried about the answer.
Stephen sighed and looked you in the eye. “I want Rob out of your life. Cons, i’ll manage its your job, but personal life, he’s out.”
You almost laughed. “Stephen, that’s not going to happen. He’s the father of my child, and i’m not keeping him away from her.”
Stephen’s nostrils flared. “It’s either him or me. You need to choose because i’m done being strung along in your little game. And I know that if he stays, you’ll never fully love me.”
Your mouth was agape. He expected you to choose between him and Rob. He was making you choose.
“Him or Me, Y/N” Stephen spoke again, his voice harsh.
“I-”
Rob’s POV
Rob was laying in his bed, flicking through TV channels. This weekend hadn’t gone like he had hoped. He thought he’d be able to talk to you, try to make up for what Marnie did, but Stephen was everywhere. The second he’d try to talk to you, Stephen would be there, taking you away.
A knock on his door shook him from his thoughts. Who would be here this late?
Opening the door, Rob was shocked to come face to face with you. “Y/N. It’s late, what are you doing here?”
You pushed past him to enter the room and you turned to face him. “I lied.”
All color drained from Rob’s face. What did you lie about? Was Stephen actually the baby’s father? Had Marnie been right this whole time?
“A-about what?” Rob stuttered, shutting the hotel room door.
You took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. “When you texted me that night, telling me you loved me and I told you I didn’t feel the same. I lied.”
Rob’s face had shock written all over it. “Does that mean-”
“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.”
Positive Taglist : @natasha-cole @itsfunnierin-enochian @kocswain @missihart23 @wontlookaway @shanghai88 @rblstrash @burningrupture @sherlockedtash88 @bloodstained-porcelain-doll @tas898 @lullabylike @lexiemiller97
#rob benedict#rob benedict x reader#rob benedict fanfiction#rob benedict smut#rob benedict rpf#richard speight jr#Matt Cohen#Mandy Musgrave#Stephen Norton#billy moran#Mike Borja#supernatural fanfiction#Supernatural RPF#spn rpf#rpf#fanfiction#positive#collinscosmicentity
44 notes
·
View notes
Text
Distance
Trying to get over writer’s block so have an angsty one shot!
Summary: Rob’s gone all the time, and reader can’t take it anymore
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Word Count : 1,434
Warnings: arguments, crying, break-ups, minor depression if you squint, angst ANGST, sadness
Disclaimer: This is PURE FICTION AND SHOULD BE TREATED AS SUCH. No harm or offense is meant towards Rob or his family.
Another weekend. Another convention that took him away from you. It hadn’t bothered you much before, but lately it was getting on your nerves. You hated being alone. You were glad Rob had been getting more work and interviews lately, but you were beginning to see him less and less. You were lucky if you saw him one day out of the week, if at all.
Sitting on the bed you two shared, you looked over at the empty space next to you. He had barely slept here. If he got home late, he’d go to the guest room so he wouldn’t wake you. You twirled your engagement ring around your finger, tears welling in your eyes.
Rob had proposed two years ago, and any attempt at planning anything was interrupted by Rob’s schedule. Any time you’d bring it up, he would say that you guys were happy the way things were, and you’d get married when the time was right. But lately it seemed the time would never be right.
Wiping away the tears, you decided calling him might help with how you were feeling, even though deep down you knew you’d probably just end up feeling worse. Dialing Rob’s number, it only rang once before you got his voicemail, meaning he declined the call.
That hurt. You got a text almost immediately after.
“Can’t talk now. Busy. Call u later.”
Shaking your head, you threw your phone down on the bed. He wouldn’t call. He never does. You were sick of it. The constant ache in your chest, the distance. Hell, you couldn’t even remember the last time you two were intimate.
Calling his phone again, you were sent to voicemail for the second time in a row. Instead of hanging up again, you shakily spoke into the phone, sadness evident in your voice.
“Rob, I-i can’t do this anymore. The distance is becoming too much. I can’t live like this anymore. We’re done. I’m sorry.”
Hanging up, you set the phone down next to you, sobbing into your knees. You loved him. You didn’t want to leave him. You just couldn’t do it anymore. The more you cried, the more tired you became. Laying down, you cuddled with one of Rob’s shirts, the scent of his cologne making your heart ache for him even more. As you fell asleep, you heard Rob’s ringtone go off, but you ignored it, opting to sleep away the pain.
When you woke up, it was to a slamming door, and heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Soon after, your name followed. It was Rob. What was he doing here?
The door slammed open, and Rob’s eyes flooded with relief. “You’re still here. Oh thank god.” Rob’s voice broke, and he pulled you into his arms.
Cherishing the contact for the first time in months, it didn’t last long before the hurt returned. Pushing him away from you, you crossed your arms. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at a convention.”
“I-i was, but then you left that voicemail and I tried calling you but you didn’t pick up. So i left. Family emergency. I got on a flight and now i’m here. What happened? I thought we were fine?”
Shaking your head, you forced your tears to stay in. You were done crying over him. “You thought we were fine? We’re far from it Rob! I’ve barely seen you in the past 6 months!”
“That’s not true! I just saw you before I left.” He said as he took a step towards you, making you take a step back.
“For 2 minutes. When was the last time we went out to dinner, or a movie? The last time we slept in the same bed? The last time we had sex?”
Rob paused in answering. He couldn’t remember. Had the distance really gotten that bad?
“See? You can’t remember!” You cried out. Sighing and sitting on the edge of the bed, you put your head in your hands. “Maybe it’s best we end this Rob. We aren’t who we used to be. We’ve grown apart.”
Rob quickly moved to sit next to you. “Don’t say that. We love each other Y/N! I flew home to be with you.”
Sniffling, you looked at him with red and puffy eyes. “And how long would this last Rob? 2 days? 3 at the most? Before you’re called away again to do a show, or a podcast, or a convention. I can’t keep waiting for you. Sometimes love isn’t enough.”
Rob’s eyes watered and tears were falling down his face in seconds. “I’m so sorry. I’ll do better. I’ll be here more. We can even have the wedding of your dreams. Just don’t leave me. Please.”
You hated seeing him like this. So vulnerable, so broken. But you knew these were empty promises. He’d be there for a week at most, until he was called away again.
Holding back your own tears, you slip your engagement ring off your finger and place it in his palm. His eyes meet yours, silently begging you to not do this.
“I’m sorry Rob.” You whispered.
“Please.” his voice cracked. “I’ll be better. We can go back to how we used to be.”
“We can’t. No matter how hard we try. It’s your job. Your life. I can’t take that away from you.”
“You matter more to me than some job!” Rob’s voice was getting louder, the anger setting in.
“Clearly I don’t! Or else we wouldn’t be having this conversation!” You stood from the bed, and going to get a duffel bag from the closet.
Rob stood up as well, the ring clattering on the dresser as he set it down. “So you’re just going to leave? Not even try to make this work?”
Turning on your heel, you face him. “I’ve been trying! For months! I’ve kept my mouth shut, while you went out with friends, and went off to do podcasts, and jobs, and conventions. I can’t do it anymore!”
“You’re just going to leave everything behind? Our love? Our happiness?” Rob crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide the fact that he was still crying.
Shaking your head, you begin to stuff as many clothes as you can into the duffel. “I haven’t been happy for a long time Rob. I just loved you too much to do anything about it.”
“What changed? What did I do that finally sent you over the edge?” He questioned.
Zipping up the bag, you set it on the bed and sighed, before looking at him. “It wasn’t what you did. It’s what you didn’t do. You chose to go to bed in the guest room, you chose to sign up for all the conventions this year. You chose to do those podcasts. You chose everything you wanted..” You choked out a sob, looking down at your empty ring finger. “You chose everything….but me.”
Rob’s face softened, as he moved to comfort you. You weren’t wrong. He had chosen everything and anything, but you. Feeling his arms around you, you melted into his hold.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled into your hair on the top of your head. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Removing yourself from his grip, you threw the bag over your shoulder. “It’s too late. It’s over between us. It has been for awhile.”
As you made your way to the door, Rob grabbed onto your hand, begging, pleading. “Please don’t go.”
Letting your hand fall from his, you stopped in the doorway, refusing to look at him because you’d just break and fall right back into his arms. “I’ll be back for the rest of my things in a few days. Goodbye Rob.”
As you made your way down the stairs, his sobs got louder and he was throwing things around the room. Your heart told you to go to him, but your head told you, you’d just end right back up where you were. Hurting and alone.
You made your way to your car, and got in. That’s when you broke. The tears started flowing faster than ever as you sobbed against the steering wheel. On one hand, it felt like there was a huge weight lifted off of your heart, but at the same time, your heart was breaking.
It felt like hours before you finally had the courage to leave the driveway and put the past behind you. You would always love Rob, but it’s time you put your happiness first. After all, distance broke you, and distance will help you heal.
Tagging my Rob girls ~ @natasha-cole @itsfunnierin-enochian @rblstrash
@kocswain @shanghai88 @wontlookaway
#rob benedict#rob benedict x reader#rob benedict fanfiction#rob benedict smut#rob benedict rpf#supernatural fanfiction#Supernatural RPF#spn rpf#rpf#fanfiction#collinscosmicentity
61 notes
·
View notes
Text
Positive : Part 11
The long awaited next part is here! I usually post this on Fridays but i’m really proud of this part and I don’t want to wait. In other news, this fic and all my others (like 3 one shots) will be backed up to my ao3, collinscosmicentity. I will continue to post on both as much as I can. Enjoy!
Summary: Reader goes to the album release party and things don’t go well
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Word Count: 3,035
Warnings: angsty af, rob’s finally not being stupid, marnie’s a b**ch but what else is new, swearing, fluff, panic attack
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.
You were woken up by the feeling of soft lips on the back of your neck. Smiling, you turned over in Stephen’s bed, to face him.
“Well, that’s a nice way to wake up.” You giggle.
Giving you a happy grin, Stephen, pulls you as close as he can with your belly in the way. “So, I was wondering if you’d like to come to the album release tonight?”
As soon as those words left his mouth, you paled. You knew Marnie was going and frankly, that wasn’t something you wanted to deal with. But you couldn’t tell Stephen that she was the reason you didn’t want to go. He’d question why you didn’t like her and you weren’t quite ready to say it was because you got knocked up by her husband.
Coming up with a quick response, you gave him a joking frown. “You want me to go to a bar, when I can’t drink? How cruel.”
Stephen laughed and took your hands in his. “Please? I really want my girlfriend there. I’ll understand if you really don’t want to but it would really mean a lot to me.” He then sticks out his lower lip like a child, which causes you to giggle.
Letting out an exaggerated sigh, you smiled. “I guess I’ll go. But only because you’re cute.”
Stephen raised an eyebrow. “Only because i’m cute huh? I’ll show you cute.”
He begins to tickle your sides and you let out a loud laugh. “Steve!”
He slows for a moment to press a soft kiss to your lips. You return it, placing your hands on his neck.
Pulling back Stephen mumbles in your ear, “I love you.”
Eyes widening, you gently push him off of you. “Gotta pee! You know, baby on bladder.” You quickly got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, to avoid having to say it back. Because you weren’t sure if you could say it, and mean it.
Rob’s POV
“And then, they have the nerve to practically make out in the hallway of the hotel! Who does that?” Rob sat in his desk chair, complaining to Rich about yours and Stephen’s relationship.
“Well, couples usually kiss goodbye Rob. Why do you care so much anyway? It’s not like he’s a threat to her or the baby.”
Gripping the bridge of his nose, Rob sighed. “I’ve said this before. He’s taking my place.”
“As a father or as a lover?”
“What? A father. I-i don’t like her like that!” Rob practically shouted into the phone.
“Rob, you aren’t fooling anyone. We all see the way you look at her. The only one who is blind to it, is you and her! Stop pushing those feelings down. It won’t do any good.” Rich lectured him.
“Rich, I told you, I don’t-” Rich cut him off.
“Stop lying to yourself Rob.”
Groaning, Rob realizes he can’t get out of this. “Okay, I’m in love with her! Happy? I love Y/N! I can’t help it! And yes, seeing her with Stephen is killing me. Because i’m jealous!”
He could practically hear Rich’s smirk through the phone. “And how long have you been in love with her?”
“I don’t know, probably since a couple weeks after Marnie and I separated. I just saw her in a different light. And that night we slept together, was….. one of the best nights of my life.”
Pittcon 2018 - Rob’s POV
There you were. Sitting alone at the bar, because Rich, The band, and him went to talk to some old friends. You looked amazing. Hair slightly curled to give you a nice wave, a gorgeous black dress hugging your body. Ditching the others, he made his way over to you and placed a hand on the small of your back, making you jump in surprise.
After that, you came onto him, which made him tense up in shock. You took that as he wasn’t interested, and started to back off. Rob thought quickly and grabbed your hand back, pulling you close to him and whispering in your ear. “You know if you want me, just tell me, because I want you. So bad.”
You two made love that night. At least, he felt like you did. Then, he woke up the next morning and you were getting dressed to leave. Like you regretted it. So, his barriers went up. He said it was a mistake, that it shouldn’t have happened. He’ll never forget how hurt you looked, and the tears that were welling in your eyes as you left his room. Rob fought every urge to chase after you, because he knew if he did, his feelings would spill out and possibly ruin everything.
-Present-
As Rob thought about that night, he held the ultrasound of his daughter in his hand. It felt like there was a 500 pound weight on his shoulders. He made a mistake that day. Not telling you how he felt. Instead, he got back with a person who made him unhappy. He made a mistake, and now he’s paying the price.
Readers POV
You arrived about 10 minutes before the show was set to start. You almost stayed home and made up an excuse, but you couldn’t do that to Stephen. As you entered the green room, you could see Stephen’s eyes light up. As you were being greeted by everyone, you noticed Rob and Marnie in the corner of the room by themselves, purposefully ignoring you.
You didn’t have time to feel hurt by Rob ignoring you, because Stephen had made his way over to you, giving you a light kiss on the lips and resting his hands on your hips. Pulling back from the kiss, Stephen gave you a giant smile.
“I really appreciate you coming. I promise I’ll bring you back when you can drink again.”
“You better.” you tell him, in a joking manner.
Your eyes couldn’t help but wander over to Rob, with Marnie perched in his lap. His jaw was clenched, as his eyes bore into the both of you. If looks could kill, you were positive that you and Stephen would be dead. The only question was, why was he acting like this?
You couldn’t dwell on it, because you were being ushered out into the main part of the bar to enjoy the show. Finding a secluded corner, you sat at one of the tables, waiting for the show to start.
Soon, the concert was in full swing, and everyone was enjoying themselves. You tried to focus on your boyfriend, but your eyes kept drifting to Rob. The way he looked, his voice.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Marnie, who was well on the track to drunk. She was sick of you and this whole situation. She hated you, even more so since she heard Rob’s admission of feelings earlier in the day. You waltzed into their life, and took her husband away from her. Downing the rest of her drink, she kept her eyes on you, a plan forming in her mind, to get you away from Rob for good.
Almost towards the end of the concert, you felt small kicks from inside of you. This was the first time they were this prominent. You teared up, because it was almost like she knew that her father was singing. The kicks continued until the music stopped, and they slowed to a stop.
After they took a bow, they made their way into the crowd of fans. Getting off of your seat in the back of the bar, you stood against the wall, smiling as they all interacted with their fans. Rob noticed you alone in the back and slipped away, walking towards you.
“Enjoy the show?” He asked as he reached you.
“I did. You guys were amazing. I’m so proud of you. All of you, i mean.” You replied.
After looking around for moment, Rob was thankful all the fans were either shuffling out or preoccupied with the other guys. He quickly placed a hand on your stomach and leaned into your ear.
You breath quickened slightly as you felt his breath on your ear, but you told yourself to hold it together. He probably just wanted to say something about the baby.
“Thanks for the copies of the ultrasound.” He whispered in your ear, removing his hand from your stomach as some of the fans were looking for him and he had to go back to the main crowd.
As he left your immediate vicinity, you relaxed slightly, thankful no one noticed how close he was. Or so you thought.
Marnie was watching the whole exchange. She was done. At first, her plan seemed horrible and she thought she couldn’t do it. But seeing how close you two were and the alcohol in her system, convinced her it was the right thing to do. It’d hurt you, and maybe Rob but that wasn’t a thought she wanted to think about. He’d forgive her. She just wanted to hurt you.
You and Stephen were talking to a couple fans, when Marnie went up on the stage, and tapped the microphone.
Everyone was confused, including Rob. He quickly made his way to the edge of the stage and through gritted teeth, he spoke. “What are you doing?”
Shrugging him off, Marnie continued with her plan. “Hi, everyone. Can I have your attention? I’m Marnie Benedict. Robbie’s wife.” Her words slightly slurred.
“Marnie get down! You’re drunk!” Rob whisper-yelled.
Rolling her eyes, she focuses on you in the back. “You know, since i’m his wife, he should love me right?” laughing, she continues. “Well, he doesn’t. He’s in love with Y/N! Crazy right? Being in love with a homewrecker?”
Your jaw dropped, and your face went red, having a feeling about where this was headed. “She wouldn’t tell everyone. Not here. Not now.”
Stephen looked at you, confused. “What is she talking about?”
Stuttering, the room felt like it was getting smaller. “I-i”
Laughing at your struggle, Marnie sipped her drink, completely ignoring Rob’s pleas for her to get down.
“Marnie please. Don’t do this. This isn’t who you are.” Rob begged.
“No, no Robbie. I need to tell them. After all, they’re your loyal fans, don’t they deserve to know the truth?”
Needless to say, everyone was confused about what she was talking about, but they still were recording Marnie’s outburst.
“See, Rob and Y/N slept together! At a convention of all places! And guess what? She got pregnant! So all your little theories about Steve being the dad are wrong. Rob’s the father. Have fun with that. Feel free to post anything I said all over social media. I don’t care.” Finishing off her drink, she left the stage with a smirk on her face.
You were mortified. All eyes were on you, seemingly waiting for a response. Stephen stepped in front of you, visibly nervous. “Why aren’t you denying it? It’s not true right?”
You could feel your chest tightening. “I-i can’t deny it. I’m sorry. I have to go.” Turning on your heel, you pushed your way through the people, until the air of the outside hit your face. The cool air, contrasted heavily to the hot salty tears running down your face. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Forcing yourself to walk, you started walking toward your car.
You could feel your phone going off like crazy. Apparently, it was already all over social media. Turning your phone off, you were almost to where you parked, when you heard Stephen calling your name.
You wanted to run, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t face him. You didn’t want to face him. Stephen caught up with you and grabbed your upper arm gently, making you face him. His features softened when he saw your tear stained cheeks.
“So, Rob’s the father. Why didn’t you tell me Y/N? I would’ve understood.”
“I didn’t want you to think less of me. That I was a whore. But, so much for that huh?” You tried to laugh, but it came out forced and raspy.
“I don’t think you’re a whore. No matter what she says, I would never think of you like that. How did this even happen?”
Sniffling, you looked at your feet, finding yourself unable to look him in the eyes. “It was a one night thing. It just happened. Then, I found out I was pregnant. It happened while they were separated. I would never sleep with someone who’s taken.”
“Do you have feelings for him?” Stephen’s voice was quiet, almost as if he was afraid of the answer.
“I-i don’t know. Stephen i’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this. I should have told you right away, but I just panicked and hid it from so many people. I-i understand if you want to break up with me. Just do it, I can take it.” You were on the verge of hyperventilating.
Cupping your cheeks in his hands, Stephen made you look at him. Using his thumbs to wipe away your tears, Stephen pressed a soft kiss against your forehead.
“I’m not going to break up with you. I don’t care if Rob’s the father. I love you and want to be with you. Please calm down. It’s not good for the baby.”
You tried hard to relax but it seemed like you were only making it worse. Pulling you into his arms, Stephen stroked your hair, trying to calm you.
Your tears slowed, as you relaxed into his chest, trying to get as close to him as you could with your stomach in the way.
Pulling back from the hold, Stephen took your hand in his. “Let’s get you home.”
Rob’s POV, Right after Y/N ran out.
Rob was fuming. How could his wife do this? Grabbing her arm, he pulled Marnie into the green room and slammed the door.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?! How could you do this?!”
Rolling her eyes, Marnie crosses her arms. “She’s taking me away from you! I heard you Rob! You love her! How do I compete with that?” Tears filled her eyes, but Rob didn’t care.
“You didn’t have to compete! You were my wife. You probably just ruined both of our reputations. Did you even think about how this would affect me? The man you claim to love?” Rob spat.
Looking down, Marnie’s face flushed. “N-no. I’m sorry Rob. I wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to get her away from you.”
Laughing humorlessly, Rob headed towards the door. “Well congratulations, the only person you pushed me away from, was yourself. I’m done. I want a divorce.”
“N-no! Rob, you can’t leave me! What about Tyler?” Marnie cried out.
“He’ll be better off with two happy homes than one miserable one.” Rob walked out, exiting the bar to find you, only to be just in time to see you and Stephen get into your car and drive off. Groaning in anger, Rob punched the wall, his knuckles immediately getting scraped against the brick.
“Fuck!” Rob screamed out.
“Rob.” Billy put his hand on Rob’s shoulder.
Turning to face his other two bandmates who were completely clueless, Rob grunted. “I’m sorry. She ruined the album release.”
“Who gives a damn Rob. What the hell is she talking about? Y/N’s baby is yours?” Mike asked.
Explaining the whole situation, Billy and Mike, thankfully understood. Getting into Rob’s car, which was already packed with the instruments, Rob drove Billy and Mike home, before going to your house. Your car was parked in the driveway, and Rob sighed in relief.
Going to your door, he knocked with his non-scraped hand. Rob thought he was going to pass out from anger when Stephen opened the door instead of you.
“I need to see Y/N.”
Crossing his arms, Stephen blocked Rob from entering. “She’s resting. I don’t think she wants to see you. Especially after tonight.”
Clenching his jaw, Rob’s nails dug into his palms. “It wasn’t my fault Stephen! I had no idea she was going to do that. Marnie just went off!”
Scoffing, Stephen glared at him. “Well, you could’ve done a lot more than just stand there like an idiot, while she dragged Y/N through the mud!”
“You don’t know anything about this Stephen! Back off!” Rob spat.
“I know enough that this amount of stress freaked her out so much, she had to make sure the baby was fine! She was so worried that a second stress episode, both caused by you, would hurt the baby! Just go home to your wife, and come back tomorrow.”
“I’m not going anywhere until I see her. I need to make sure she’s okay.”
Readers POV
Coming down the stairs after you heard Rob’s voice, you stood with your hand on your stomach. “I’m fine. We both are. Please go.”
“Y/N you have to believe me, I swear I had no idea she was going to do that.” Rob cried out.
“Okay. I’m still saying please go. I’m exhausted and I just want to sleep.”
“But-” Stephen cut Rob off.
“But nothing, man. She said go.”
Giving Stephen a harsh glare, he complies with your wishes and turns on his heel, leaving and driving away.
Sighing, you turn to go back upstairs, holding your hand out for Stephen to come with.
Once you two are settled in bed, Stephen wraps an arm around you, quickly falling asleep. You lay awake for a couple hours, when you get a text, your phone lighting up the dark room.
Wiggling out of Stephen’s grip, you grabbed it and opened your messages. Of course it was from Rob. He was probably apologizing.
Your eyes teared up when you read the actual text.
Locking your phone without replying, your heart was beating fast. Rob loved you. Trying to push it out of your mind, you turned around and got comfortable, leaning more into Stephen’s grip.
“When did my life become such a mess?” You sighed, closing your eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep.
Positive Taglist~ @natasha-cole @kocswain @missihart23 @wontlookaway @shanghai88 @itsfunnierin-enochian @rblstrash @burningrupture @sherlockedtash88 @tas898 @lullabylike
#rob benedict#rob benedict x reader#rob benedict fanfiction#rob benedict smut#rob benedict rpf#richard speight jr#matt cohen#mandy musgrave#stephen norton#billy moran#mike borja#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural rpf#spn rpf#rpf#fanfiction#positive#collinscosmicentity
69 notes
·
View notes
Text
Positive : Part 7
So to be completely honest here, this is a filler chapter. Also don’t hate me for what’s about to transpire thank you.
AUTHORS NOTE: 10/20/18: I changed Mollie to Marnie (from kings of con) because I feel better writing about someone fictional rather than Rob’s real wife. I’m just not comfortable writing about her or his children, so Rob (in this story) only has a son named Tyler. Thanks for understanding!
Summary: Reader is on the verge of forgiving Rob, until she sees something that makes her see red
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Word Count: 2,141
Warnings: angst, fighting, swearing
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.
Feedback is very helpful and motivates me to write!
It had been two weeks since you had seen or heard from Rob. You had got what you wanted, but you didn’t realize how bad it would hurt. A piece of you was still mad at him for the things he said, but at this point you were more mad at yourself for insinuating that it was his fault you were in the hospital.
Sighing, you plopped yourself down on the couch, deciding to scroll through Instagram. After liking a few posts, you scrolled past a picture Rob posted, before going back up. It was him kissing Marnie’s cheek, with the caption saying, “My love♥”
You felt your heart plummet into your stomach. He was back with Marnie. For how long? Was he with her when he kissed you? When he was acting like he had feelings for you?
You didn’t realize you were crying until you saw a tear land on your phone screen. Wiping them away, you locked your phone. You didn’t have a right to be jealous. He was never yours. But, still you were. Did anyone else know? Did Rich or Matt know?
To sate your curiosity, you dialed Rich’s number. After a few rings he picked up.
“Hey Y/N, what’s up?”
“Did you know?” You asked quietly through the phone.
“What-” His confused voice came through the receiver.
“Did you know?!” You asked louder and more aggressively than you had intended to.
“Did I know what? Y/N what’s wrong?”
“Rob and Marnie are back together Rich. I know I have no right to be hurt and jealous but I am. So I just need you to tell me, did you know?”
Hearing a sigh from the other end, Rich answered. “I didn’t find out until right after the fight happened. That’s when he told me. According to him they’d been back together since just after your first appointment, so almost two months.”
You nearly dropped your phone. He had kissed you long after that. He had acted like he wanted to be with you long after that. You didn’t realize how long you’d been silent until Rich threatened to come over if you didn’t answer in the next 5 seconds.
“N-no Rich that won’t be necessary, I’m fine. I-i gotta go.” You didn’t give him a chance to reply before you hung up.
Grabbing your keys, you went out to your car, and began to drive to Matt and Mandy’s. After pulling in their driveway, you went and pounded on the front door. After Mandy had opened it, she couldn’t even get a sentence out before you stormed inside.
“He’s such a douchebag!” You shouted, throwing your bag on the floor by the door.
“Okay, I’m assuming Rob. What’d he do now?” Mandy said, shutting the door.
Turning to face her, you crossed your arms. “He kissed me in Denver. He was acting all lovey dovey before that. Today, I find out he’s been back with Marnie, since July!”
Mandy rolled her eyes. “Of course. It makes sense why he would yell at you. Wife’s back in the picture, get baby mama out of it. Dick.”
Leaning against the wall, you closed your eyes. “I don’t know why I love him. He’s been such an asshole lately.”
“Yeah he has I don’t know-” Mandy paused in the middle of her sentence. “I’m sorry, did you just say love? As in present tense?”
Shooting open your eyes, you pushed yourself off of the wall. “N-no, I didn’t. I said loved.”
Walking over to you, she crossed her arms and smirked. “Oh my god, you do love him. Even after everything you love him.”
Whining slightly, you ran your hands over your face. “I know. It’s awful. I shouldn’t love him- I can’t love him. These feelings need to just go away.”
Mandy pulled you into a hug, stroking your hair. “I’m sure it’ll be easy. Maybe it’s just attraction because you’re carrying his baby. That could be it.” Pulling away from the hug, she held you by your forearms.
“You need to get out and do things. Take your mind off of Rob. Focus on the baby. Oh! Go to the mall, get some cute maternity clothes. Your jeans won’t fit forever. Take care of yourself, instead of worrying about other people for once.” She said in a comforting tone.
Taking a moment to think about it, you realized Mandy was right. You never did anything for yourself lately. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, it was either all about the baby or all about Rob. You needed to do something for yourself.
“You’re right. I do need to do things for myself. I’m going to the mall, and I’m going to spend so much money.” You laughed, picking your bag up, and hugging Mandy goodbye. As you left, she shouted from the door.
“Have fun! Don’t go too crazy!” Mandy chuckled out.
“No promises!” You replied, before driving off and towards the mall.
Rob’s POV
Rob missed you. He didn’t want to admit it but he did. He tried to distract himself by focusing on Marnie and his son, but somehow you kept coming into his mind. He wishes he wouldn’t have run away when you told him why you couldn’t forgive him. He wasn’t even mad at what you said. After all, it was true. Now all he wanted to do was apologize again, to make you not hate him.
Rob was trying really hard to be happy with Marnie, but there was this sinking feeling in his stomach all the time. He knew that he was staying with Mollie for his son. He loved Tyler, he was the light of his life. In his mind, it was better for him to have his parents together, even if he was miserable.
In an attempt to distract himself, Rob decided he and Marnie would go to the mall for a “date” while Tyler was in school. After going through a few different stores, Rob found himself in front of a maternity/baby store, while Marnie shopped for something for his birthday. Looking at the displays, he found his mind, once again, wandering to you and the baby.
As he stood there, he saw someone walk out of the store that looked just like you. “Great now i’m seeing things.” He thought to himself. As he looked closer, he realized it was you.
Before he could think about it, his feet were moving to chase after you. “Y/N!”
Readers POV
You stopped in your tracks when you heard that all too familiar voice calling out for you. You tried to continue walking, but he wrapped his hand gently around your wrist, preventing you from going anywhere. You spun yourself around to face him.
“Rob. W-what are you doing here?” That’s a stupid question. It’s a mall. It’s public property.
“Just shopping. Listen, I’m sor-” Rob’s voice got cut off when Marnie walked up behind him.
“There you are, I’ve been looking for you. Let’s go.” She hung onto Rob’s arm, eyeing you up and down, with a disgusted look.
Biting your lip, you felt jealousy settle itself in the pit of your stomach. Of course he was here with her. She’s his wife.
“In a minute. Y/N I wanted to say I’m sorry for leaving the other day and I’m still sorry for what I said-” Rob’s words were cut off by a scoff from Marnie.
“Don’t apologize to her. She should be apologizing to you.”
Turning your focus to Marnie, you furrowed your brows. Yes, you did need to apologize for what you said about it being his fault you were in the hospital, but what else had you done? “Excuse me, what?”
Letting go of Rob’s arm, she stood in front of him, sizing herself up to you. “I said, you should apologize to him. It’s your fault he’s so stressed all the time. This baby stuff is making him lose his mind. God knows if he’s even the father. You seem like the easy type. Lord knows who fathered that kid.” Marnie spat at you.
You clenched your jaw, your hands balling themselves into fists. Her words sunk in, and as the wheels turned in your head, realization washed over you. It was her. She was the person who said those things to Rob. She put those ideas in his head.
“Oh my god. It was you. You put those ideas in his head. You’re the one who made him doubt everything he knew about me.” You paused, looking over at Rob, who was probably as pale as a ghost. “You know what, Marnie? You don’t know shit about me. I met you once before all of this. I’m not going to sit here and try to defend myself to some jealous housewife who can’t stand the fact her husband fucked another woman. Newsflash, the world doesn’t revolve around you.” You growled in return.
Rob stepped between you. “Y/N, that’s enough! Don’t talk to my wife that way. She was just trying to make sure I wasn’t being lied to.”
Of course he was defending Marnie. “But it’s perfectly fine for her to talk to me like that? You know i’m not like that. I would never lie to you,” Shaking your head, you began to back away. “Forget it. I’m done. I don’t need this. Don’t worry Marnie, the only time I’ll see your husband is for conventions.”
Blinking away the tears, you walked away from them, your heart shattered in your chest. A part of you wanted Rob to chase after you, but he didn’t. You weren’t surprised. He had taken her side after all.
After walking off, you found yourself in the food court, sitting alone at a table, picking at the salad you decided to order. You didn’t even have an appetite after the encounter with Mollie and Rob. How could he let her say those things to you? Did you not mean a thing to him anymore?
You didn’t even notice someone sit across from you until they cleared their throat. Pulling your focus from your food, you saw that it was Stephen.
“Oh hey Stephen. What are you doing here?”
He smiled at you, before responding. “Well it’s a mall so..,” he waved a small shopping bag around.
Mentally face palming, you sat up straighter in the seat. “Right. Sorry i’m just a little scatterbrained right now. I’m shopping too.” you replied, holding up the baby store bag, not realizing that you had yet to tell the band about your pregnancy, until he had gotten a clear look at the logo.
“Nice. Is one of your friends having a baby or something?” He said after examining the bag
Hesitating for a moment, you decided to tell him. You were planning on announcing it soon anyway. “Uh no. It’s for me. I’m the one having a baby. Surprise?” You bit your lip in anticipation of his answer. So far everyone’s been happy, but that could change with each person you tell.
You could see a look of slight shock glaze his face, before he gave you a light smile.
“That’s great Y/N. Congratulations. I didn’t even realize you were seeing someone.”
“Oh i’m not!” Okay, that came out a lot quicker than you thought it would. “I-i mean, it was more of a one night type thing. I’m still single.”
Stephen nodded, not pressing the issue. After talking and catching up for a few more minutes, Stephen suggested you two go to the arcade and hang out. Why not? It’s not like you had anything else to do. Taking Stephens outstretched hand, you threw out your barely eaten food, and grabbed your bag, walking with him to the arcade.
A few hours later, Stephen walked you to your car.
“I had a great time today Y/N. We should hang out more often.” He smiled at you.
Giving him a smile in return, you gave him a quick hug. “We should. I had more fun today than I have in awhile.”
Pecking your cheek lightly, he gave you a gentle squeeze as you hugged him. “I’ll see you around?”
Nodding, you said your goodbyes before he walked away to his own vehicle. As you sat in your car, you felt a happiness you haven’t felt in a long time. You had been so focused on Rob and your issues with him, you never thought to think about your other friends and how much you missed hanging out with them. You had genuine fun today with Stephen, and for the first time in a long while, you went to bed with a smile on your face and happiness in your veins.
The only question was, how long would it last?
Positive Taglist : @natasha-cole @itsfunnierin-enochian @kocswain @missihart23 @wontlookaway @shanghai88 @rblstrash @burningrupture
Taglist is OPEN. (please message me instead of replying to the post it’s easier for me to manage them when you send them through messages. Thanks!)
#rob benedict#rob benedict x reader#rob benedict fanfiction#rob benedict smut#richard speight jr#matt cohen#mandy musgrave#stephen norton#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural rpf#spn rpf#rpf#fanfiction#positive#collinscosmicentity
54 notes
·
View notes
Text
Positive : Part 6
Don’t hate me, but angst continues for at least 5 more parts. Sorry it’s shorter! (PS I live for feedback it makes me want to write more)
AUTHORS NOTE: 10/20/18: I changed Mollie to Marnie (from kings of con) because I feel better writing about someone fictional rather than Rob’s real wife. I’m just not comfortable writing about her or his children, so Rob (in this story) only has a son named Tyler. Thanks for understanding!
Summary: Reader and Rob are still not talking even though Rob’s trying his hardest to get you to forgive him.
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Word Count: 2,145
Warnings: angst, fighting, swearing
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.
It’s been about a week since you had gotten home from the hospital, and you were currently in the middle of throwing away the multiple flower bouquets that Rob had sent to your house. He was still trying to weasel his way back in, but you weren’t having it.
You really just wanted to avoid seeing Rob’s face as long as possible, knowing that you would probably punch him if you saw him right now. The constant flower and fruit basket deliveries were getting on your nerves. Entering your second trimester, your emotions were all over the place, you were easily irritated and you had headaches almost 24/7. You kept the fruit though. Who would throw away perfectly good food?
Luckily for you, your doctor said no traveling for at least two weeks, which meant you’d have to miss CharCon. At this point, it had gotten out that you had gone to the hospital, but thankfully no one knew why. Creation was understanding, but some fans weren’t so you made an Instagram post letting them know that you were sorry and explaining that you couldn’t travel.
Honestly though? You were glad you didn’t have to see Rob for at least another month. A part of you wanted to forgive him, but a bigger part knew better. You were also showing more, which would make hiding it from fans more difficult. This mini vacation was needed to say the least.
Throwing the last bouquet in the large trash bag, you retreated to your bedroom to take a well deserved nap.
Rob’s POV
Rob had checked his phone for what seemed like the 50th time in the past hour. He thought maybe you’d text him to thank him for the flowers or the fruit and that you’d forgive him, but deep down he knew he wouldn’t be that lucky. He hadn’t heard from you all weekend, the only way he knew you were okay was the read receipts that were left after you ignored his texts.
He was angry at himself, knowing that he hurt you. He let his mind twist Marnie’s words. Or at least that’s what he wanted to believe. A part of him knew that Marnie meant to bash you. He didn’t want to believe it, but now that his head wasn’t clouded, it was clear that she didn’t like you.
“Rob, c’mon, it’s time for the Sunday introduction. Get out of your phone.” Rich put a hand on his shoulder. “She’ll come around. Just give her time.”
Sighing, Rob stood from the chair. “I doubt it, but it’s worth a shot. Let’s go.”
They walked to the back part of the stage, waiting for the band to introduce Rob. Once they did, he put a smile on his face, acting like there wasn’t a 500 pound weight on his chest. After introducing Rich, Rich did his usual monologue, before bringing you up.
“Now, a few of you have asked me why I haven’t mentioned the elephant that’s not in the room. Y/N’s missing. She’s unfortunately stuck on bed rest because she had a little oopsie at the airport. She’s fine! We miss her but she’ll be back soon.” Rich said, with slight humor in his tone.
Rob tried to bite back saying anything, but he couldn’t, especially when it felt like the crowd was looking at him to say something. “Yeah, we hope she gets better soon! We can’t wait to see her again. She lights up any room she’s in. She’s..the best.” His voice quietly faded out, letting Rich take over once more.
Checking his phone while Rich was doing his thing, there was still nothing. Maybe his words would help mend the relationship between you two.
Readers POV
A few hours later, you were being tagged in multiple variations of the same thing. After watching one of the videos multiple times, Rob’s words ignited anger inside of you. How dare he act like he cares after everything he said? A small part of you, melted at his words, but it was overshadowed by the anger.
Putting your phone down, you rubbed your temples, breathing in through your nose. “Don’t say something you’ll regret.” You thought to yourself. Right as you leaned back into the sofa to get comfortable again, the doorbell rang.
Groaning in annoyance, you looked through the window next to your door. It was a delivery man, with flowers. Feeling more angry than ever, you swung open the door, took them from the man with the fakest smile you could muster. You signed for them and then slammed the door, reading the card.
“Please forgive me. I’m sorry.”
Taking the flowers out of the vase, you set the vase on the table near your door. Breathing in, you threw the bouquet on the ground, and started stomping on them. Taking out all your anger with Rob, on the flowers, you were practically jumping on top of them until they were flat and mushed against the ground.
Breathing heavily, you went into the living room, grabbing your phone and opening your texts with Rob.
“You have no right to talk about me on stage like you care after what you did. Stop talking about me on stage, stop sending me flowers, and LEAVE ME ALONE!”
You typed out, hitting send immediately. A pang of regret flowed through your veins but you ignored it. You were done with him. Right?
Rob’s POV
Rob had just finished up his Louden Swain ops, when his phone buzzed. A shot of excitement went through him, when he saw it was from you. Had you finally forgiven him? Or at least wanted to talk?
He opened the text as he was walking through the back halls. As he read it, he stopped in his tracks, his gut wrenching. You wanted him to leave you alone. He wasn’t helping your relationship, he was destroying it.
Blinking back the tears in his eyes, he looked up when he heard his voice being called by Stephen.
“Rob, let’s go man, you got the kings of con panel. You’re gonna be late.”
Inhaling a shaky breath, he put his phone away. Why did this hurt so bad? Rob didn’t want to feel this way. He didn’t like feeling that he hurt you. He didn’t like feeling like you hated him.
Wiping away the few stray tears, as he got his mic to go on stage, Rich came over to him.
“Robbie, what’s up? Why do you look like someone just ran over your dog?”
Giving Rich a sad smile, he fiddled with one of his bracelets. “She texted me back.”
“Hey! That’s a good thing right?” Rich questioned.
“Nope,” He started, his voice breaking in his next words. “She wants me to leave her alone. She’s mad that i talked about her on stage. She’s still mad about the things I said, and she’s mad about the flowers.”
Sighing, Rich pulled his friend into a hug. “It’s okay bob-o. She’ll cool off.”
Sniffling, he pulled away from the hug, looking rejected. “I’ve lost her haven’t i? I fucked up and I lost her.”
Rich was about to answer, when Billy’s voice called them on stage. Rob quickly tried to compose himself, putting on an act that he was okay. Rich didn’t want to say anything, but deep down he knew that Rob had probably lost you for good.
After the panel, Rob forced himself to continue the rest of his con duties, even if his world was crumbling around him. When he finished up, he contemplated calling you, but decided against it.
Him and Rich rode to the airport in silence as Rob scrolled through his photos on his phone. He kept looking at pictures of you and him. You looked so beautiful. Happy. He wanted to go back. Take back everything he said. Make you not hate him. Especially because he loved you. He could deny it all he wanted. Rob loved you.
On the plane, Rob decided he would visit you Monday morning, apologize with all he had in person. Naturally it was a terrible idea, and that’s why he didn’t run it by Rich, who would’ve talked him out of it.
Him and Rich parted ways at the airport, going to their separate homes. As Rob walked through his front door, he wasn’t prepared for his wife, angrily waiting in the living room.
“Want to explain what you said on stage today about the home wrecker?” She spat.
Groaning, he threw his shoes off. “Marnie, I really don’t want to deal with this tonight. She’s not a home wrecker for the last time. We were separated, on the road to divorce. Just give it up.”
Huffing, Marnie stood from the couch. “I told you, to stay away from her. Until you know for sure that child is yours, you shouldn’t be so close. I just want you to listen to me.” She complained, stomping her foot.
“She was my friend before any of this happened. We were close before and you didn’t see an issue with it. You’re just pissed because I fucked her!” His voice echoed off the wall, anger seeping through. He was tired and hurt and all around annoyed.
“Whatever. You’re on the couch. Again.” She sneered at him, walking upstairs to their bedroom.
Grunting, Rob threw himself on the couch, grabbing the throw blanket and tossing it over his legs. As he laid there, his mind wandered to you. The way you smiled, how you brought joy to everyone around you. Rob knew that he had feelings for you. He wanted them to go away. He was married, he loved Marnie. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop his heart from jumping when you walked into the room. Now, he was worried that he’d never see you again.
Sighing, Rob closed his eyes, anticipating what would happen when he went see you tomorrow.
Readers POV
You were in the middle of cleaning up the stomped flowers, when there was a quiet knock on your door. Grumbling, you put down the trash bag you were holding, heading over to the door. Looking out the window, you realized it was Rob.
“I don’t want to talk to you! What part of leave me alone don’t you get?!” You shouted through the door.
“I know, but please let me in. I need to talk to you.” His muffled voice came through the door.
Rolling your eyes, you opened the door. “What could you possibly say to me? Or did you come to insult me some more?”
Rob frowned, shaking his head. “Y/N, I was wrong to say what I said. I was mad, and angry, I was doubting everything I knew. I fucked up. I’m so fucking sorry. Please..forgive me.”
Scoffing, you turned away from his face, knowing if you saw how broken he was, you’d fold. He didn’t deserve to be forgiven. He broke your heart.
“No Rob. I won’t forgive you.”
“Why? Why won’t you forgive me? I’ve done everything I could to tell you and show you that i’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. Why can’t you forgive me?” His spoke, his voice hoarse.
Spinning on your heel, you looked him in the eyes. “You want to know why I can’t forgive you? Because you treated me like I was dirt on your shoe. You acted like I was a slut who slept around with everyone I met. You have no idea how much that hurt.” You paused, tears falling down your face.
“It hurt so much, because I liked you. I had genuine feelings for you. That night...it wasn’t just sex for me. So to hear you call me easy, and a clingy bitch? It fucking sucked. You broke my heart. You don’t deserve my forgiveness. Especially since I was in the hospital because of you!”
Those last words slipped out before you could stop yourself. Yes, in a way it was true that Rob was partly to blame for your hospital visit but you didn’t mean to put the blame on him.
A hurt look flashed over Rob’s face, his jaw clenching. “Are you saying that it’s my fault that you could’ve lost the baby?”
“N-no Rob, I didn’t mean it to come out like that-” You stuttered out.
Shaking his head, Rob looked at the ground. “Okay. I hear you now, loud and clear. Stay away. Got it. Bye Y/N.” You couldn’t get another word in before he was off the porch and in his car, speeding down the road.
Shutting the front door, you leaned your back against it. Tears continued to fall down your face as you silently sobbed.
You had wanted him to leave you alone, so why did it hurt so bad that he listened?
Positive Taglist: @natasha-cole @itsfunnierin-enochian @kocswain @missihart23 @wontlookaway @shanghai88 @rblstrash @burningrupture
#rob benedict#rob benedict x reader#rob benedict fanfiction#rob benedict smut#richard speight jr#matt cohen#mandy musgrave#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural rpf#spn rpf#rpf#fanfiction#positive#collinscosmicentity
53 notes
·
View notes
Text
Experienced
It’s Rob’s birthday so what better way to celebrate than with smut! I usually read smut not write it so if it’s terrible i’m sorry. Also blowjobs aren’t my forte so it’s kinda lack luster. Happy Birthday Rob, i pray to god you never find this.
Summary: Rob feels that he’s too old for Reader, but reader shows him how wrong he is
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Word Count: 1,614
Warnings: SMUT, oral (m receiving), barely any plot, swearing
Disclaimer: this is pure FICTION. I mean no harm or hurt to the Benedict family, or others involved.
Rob tossed and turned once again, probably for the 100th time since he got in bed, his mind running wild. He had recently gotten remarried after a particularly nasty divorce a few years back. While he loved you will all his heart, he couldn’t get it through his mind on why you wanted him.
You were younger, more attractive, all around everything Rob was not. So why would you marry him? How long would it be before you left him for someone younger?
The tossing and turning continued, prompting you to finally turn to face your husband.
“Baby, do you wanna tell me why you’re bouncing all around your side of the bed?” You questioned softly.
Huffing, Rob turned on his side to face you. “Why are you with me?”
Completely taken aback, you sat up, flicking the bedside lamp on. “What did you just say?”
“Why are you with me?” He repeated himself.
“Are you serious? Robbie, what’s going on? Why are you asking me this?” You spoke, taking his hand in yours.
Sighing, he sat up as well, running a hand through his hair.
“Because! Look at you,” He motioned up and down your body. “You’re fucking gorgeous and I’m...not.”
Furrowing your brows, you gave him a look of confusion. “Babe, you are the hottest man in the world to me. Is that what this is about? You don’t think you’re hot enough for me?”
“It’s more than that. You’re young. You should be with someone your age. Not some old man with grey hair and white patch in his beard.”
Yeah there was a slight gap in your ages but it didn’t bother you. Where was all of this coming from?
Noticing the sad look in his eyes, you squeezed his hand, moving so you were sitting on his lap, your legs on either side of his thighs. Loosely wrapping your arms around his neck, you looked into his eyes.
“Robert Patrick Benedict, you are sexy as fuck to me. I love your grey hair and white patch. It makes you look even hotter.”
“Yeah but I’m still ol-” Cutting him off with your finger on his lips, silencing him.
“I don’t care! I married you because I love you. Every part of you. You’re an amazing person, a kickass husband, and a rock god.”
That got a small smile out of him. Smiling, you continued your tangent, slowing kissing down his cheek and down to his neck between words.
“Plus, I don’t see you as old, I think of you as...experienced.” You explained, moving your hands down, your nails running over his bare chest and abs.
Feeling him tense underneath you, you smirked. Slowly circling your hips, a groan emitted from Rob’s throat.
“God, the things you can do to me. That’s all experience baby.” You mumbled against his neck, peppering kisses all over.
“Yeah?” Rob breathed out, his hands moving to your hips.
Stopping your assault on his neck, you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah.”
Pressing his lips to yours, he wrapped his arm around your waist, flipping you over and topping you. Your lips molded together, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you bucked your hips into his. Rob’s hands worked his loose t-shirt off of your body, tossing it to the floor. Beginning to kiss and suck down your neck and onto your chest, Rob groped one breast in his hand, his thumb flicking over your nipple.
Letting out a soft mewl of pleasure, you lightly scratched your nails down his back, the action making him rut his hips against you harder. Wrapping his lips around the bud, he sucked and nipped gently, his hand kneading your other breast.
You didn’t want him to stop the attention he was giving your chest, but you wanted this to be about him. Biting down on your lower lip, you tapped his cheek to get his attention. Looking up at you with a confused expression, Rob tilted his head to the side.
“Did I do something wrong? Did I bite too hard? Oh god I did, didn’t I?” His normal neurotic self was seeping through, so you cut him off with a chaste kiss.
“No Robbie, it felt amazing, but I want this time to be about you.” You finished before rolling the both of you over so you were on top. Kissing down his chest you felt Rob’s breath hitch in anticipation.
“Y-yeah. About me..t-that’s good too.” He stuttered out.
Settling yourself between his legs, you palmed the obvious bulge through his sweatpants, earning a groan from him. Sliding them down his legs and letting them pool around his ankles at the foot of the bed, you licked a broad stripe up his length. Feeling his fingers tangle in your hair, you took this as a sign to keep going.
Wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, you let your tongue glide gently along his head, making Rob buck his hips up slightly, a small whimper leaving his mouth. Moving your eyes so they were focused on Rob, you took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue. Slowly, you began to bob your head, trying to tease as long as you could.
Groaning in frustration, Rob gripped your hair in his fist tighter, giving it a slight tug. “Baby, you said tonight was about me, stop teasing.”
Pulling your mouth from him, you gave him a smirk, your hand moving in small strokes up and down his length. “But what fun would it be if I didn’t tease just a little?”
Rolling his eyes, he opened his mouth for, what you assumed, was a snarky remark. You took him in your mouth again at that moment, making his words get stuck in his throat. Bobbing your head faster, you hollow your cheeks, stroking with your hand what couldn’t fit in your mouth. With Rob’s moans cheering you on, you swallowed around him, a loud groan coming from his throat. Feeling him twitch, signaling he was close, you pulled off of him. Breathing heavily, Rob removed his fingers from your hair.
Rolling you over once more, Rob pressed his lips against yours, his tongue easily finding his way into your mouth, his calloused hands roaming your body. Using one hand, Rob moved his hand down between you two, running a finger through your slick folds. Whimpering into his mouth as he teased your clit, you bucked your hips up. Breaking the kiss, Rob gripped himself, positioning himself at your entrance. Inching himself into you, Rob released a soft breath as he bottomed out, nestled in your slick walls. Gripping your thighs, he brought them up to rest on his hips.
Rob slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip inside, before slamming back into you, causing a loud whimper to emit from your mouth. Rob picked up a steady, but hard pace, fucking into you. The only noise in the room your heavy breathing and moans, as well as skin slapping against skin.
Digging your nails into his back, you arched into him. Moving a hand to rest on your lower back, Rob sat you up, slowing his thrusts. Adjusting the position so you were riding him, you ground against him, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone. Humming in pleasure, you began riding him at the same pace he had before.
Resting one hand on your thigh and the other on middle of your back, Rob muttered soft praises. “So good baby, riding me so well. You look so gorgeous riding me like this.”
Moving your hips in circles, you slowly bounced up and down on his length, slamming down harder with every motion. Grunting, Rob squeezed your thigh, nipping and sucking at the skin at the top of your breasts. Pressing your hand against the wall to stabilize yourself, you felt the coil in your belly get tighter. Your walls fluttered around his cock, making it twitch inside of you. Moving faster, you chased after your orgasm.
“ ‘m gonna cum Rob.” You murmured in his ear, nipping at his lobe.
“Do it baby, c’mon. Cum on my cock.” Rob spoke softly, moving to rub your clit with his thumb.
The extra stimulation was enough to push you over the edge, your body arching inwards, as you rode out your orgasm.
Your walls tightening and convulsing around Rob was enough for him to groan and bury himself as deep as possible, before coating your walls with his seed. Both of you were shaking from the after effects of your orgasms. Collapsing into Rob’s chest, you both were breathing heavily.
Breathing out, you mumbled, “Oh yeah, that’s experience.”
Burying your head in his neck, you peppered light kisses along his jugular. As you both calmed down, Rob rubbed your back in small circles. Gently lifting yourself off of him, you rolled over and laid your head back on the pillow.
Looking over at his blissed out face, you smiled. “Feel better baby?”
Moving his eyes to look at you, he smiled in return and cupped your cheek before, giving you a light and quick kiss on your lips. “More than better. Thank you.”
Letting out a quiet yawn, you nuzzled yourself back under the covers after turning the lights off. “Love you Robbie.” you murmured out before quickly dozing off.
Wrapping his arm around your waist, Rob cuddled next to you under the blankets, he whispered. “God I love you.”
Yeah, Rob was older, but that doesn’t matter. It just means he has experience, proving it over and over again to you. After all, experience trumps age.
Rob girls: @natasha-cole @itsfunnierin-enochian @missihart23 @rblstrash @burningrupture
#rob benedict#rob benedict x reader#rob benedict fanfiction#rob benedict smut#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural rpf#spn rpf#rpf#fanfiction#collinscosmicentity
54 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Rob Benedict on “Felicity” as Richard Coad (8/??)
(feel free to use them, I don’t mind)
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
Positive : Part 3
So after like a month, I’m back with a new part! It’s shorter than usual but writer’s block is kicking my behind. This part is kind of all over the place a bit but next part should be longer!
Summary: Reader is starting to show, which makes this all the more real.
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Word Count: 1,986
Warnings: mild angst, fluff, morning sickness, mild panic attack
Disclaimer: This is pure FICTION. I mean no harm or hurt to The Benedict family or others involved.
It had been about a month since your and Rob’s small reconciliation and things were going great. He had stepped up, being there for you as much as possible without getting annoying. You could only hope that it would last.
Now you were sitting on a plane, on your way another convention. Luckily, you had Rob with you...mainly because he didn’t want you to fly alone in case you got sick.
3 days ago
“Rob, I’ll be fine to fly on my own. I’m only 11 weeks along. It’s perfectly safe.” you explained, while packing your suitcase.
Standing in the doorway, Rob huffed and crossed his arms. “But what if you get bad nausea or something? Who will be there to help you through it?”
“Me, myself, and I.” You finished, zipping your suitcase up.
“Y/N, we both know that the second it gets bad, you turn into the clingiest person in the world. I’m offering to be the person you can cling to.” He spoke, while coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands resting on your belly.
Leaning back into his touch, you hummed, pretending to think about it. “Fine. But only if I get the window seat.”
Smiling, Rob pecked your cheek, giving you a light squeeze. “Deal.”
Now
To be fair, you didn’t put up much of a fight. You liked hanging out with Rob. You liked Rob in general. Adjusting in your seat, you turned to look at him. His eyes were fully trained on his movie, the tip of his tongue peeking out slightly from his lips. That happens when he’s focused on something, you noticed.
Oh god, did you have feelings for Rob? No. There’s no way. You thought you got it out of your system when you had sex. “I’m sure it’s nothing. I’m just admiring an attractive man is all...An attractive man who I've seen naked, and is one of my best friends, and the father of my child. Fuck.” you swore to yourself.
Leaning back, you switched your focus from Rob, to the window. Closing your eyes, you got as comfortable as you could in an airplane seat, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Next thing you know, Rob is running his fingers through your hair, gently shaking you awake. “We landed Y/N. Time to wake up.”
Grumbling, you opened one eye. “How long was I out?”
Standing from his seat, Rob stretched his arms over his head. “An hour or so.”
Reaching in the overhead compartment, he grabbed both of your carry ons, moving to make his way off the plane.
You rubbed your eyes, making sure you had everything that was with you in your seat before going and catching up with Rob.
20 minutes later, you were in the elevator of the hotel after getting checked in. The nausea was rearing its ugly head. At least it was after the flight. Leaning your head on Rob’s shoulder, you practically molded into his side. Rob was right. You did get clingy.
“You feeling sick?” Rob asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
Nodding, not trusting yourself to speak in case everything decided to come up. Hearing the ding of the elevator, you detached yourself from Rob, b-lining to the trash can in the hall. Luckily your flight landed at night, so most people were in their rooms or down in registration, instead of in the hall where you were about to throw up. Emptying the contents of your stomach, you felt Rob come over and lift your hair from your face, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail.
Groaning in frustration, you stood up straight, wiping the corner of your mouth with your sleeve. “Thanks. I guess nothing says welcome to Denver like vomit.”
Laughing softly at your joke, he grinned. “No problem. Like I said, We’re in this together.” Taking your hand in his, he intertwined your fingers, walking you to your room.
Stopping in front of your door, you turned to face him.
“You’re the best. I’ll see you sometime tomorrow?”
“I’m sure you’ll see me around. You sure you’ll be okay?” His grip on your hand tightened slightly, signaling his concern.
Putting your free hand on his shoulder , you smiled. “I’m a big girl Robbie. I’ll text if I need you. Go get settled.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, removing your other hand from his.
“W-well, if you need me, I’m a floor above. Room 181.” He breathed out, his face a light crimson color.
Opening your hotel room door, you turned to face him once more. “I’ll be fine. Goodnight Rob.” Turning on your heel, you shut the door behind you, throwing your stuff on the floor.
Falling back on the bed, you let out a loud sigh. You liked him. A lot. Running your hands over your face in frustration, you mentally screamed. This situation was so messed up. Usually when you like someone, you ask them out. Not sleep with them and fall pregnant.
Deciding to stop wallowing, you got up and showered, getting the smell of airplane off of you. Once getting out of the shower, you dried off, throwing on sweatpants and a tank top. You were about to exit the bathroom when you noticed yourself in the mirror, or rather, your stomach. There was a small roundness beginning to form in your front. Placing your hand on the bump, your eyes welled up with tears. This was real. You were having a baby.
Leaving the bathroom, you laid down in a ball on the bed. You wanted to be happy. You really did. You loved this baby, you weren’t denying that. But then it hit you, this baby would be switched between two homes, constantly going between you and Rob. You didn’t want that for your baby. You didn’t realize you were crying until the tears covered the pillowcase. Feeling your chest tighten, you tried to breathe through it. Your mind was racing. What if the baby likes Rob more and doesn’t like me? What if things get ugly between Rob and me and the baby is put in the middle?
Grabbing your phone, your finger hovered over Rob’s contact. Hesitating, you instead locked your phone once again, deciding to let it pass. Soon after, the tears let up and you were staring at the blank wall. Your mind was still reeling. How could you make a baby go between houses? If it wasn’t for the baby, you and Rob probably wouldn’t even be friends anymore. Oh god, was he just being nice for the baby? He was, wasn’t he?
Okay, you can’t do this anymore. Getting out of bed, you slipped on your shoes and a hoodie, putting your room key and phone in the pockets. Exiting your room, you got in the elevator, going up to Rob’s room.
Speed walking the halls until you found his room, you knocked on his door with urgency. A few moments later, Rob opened the door, his brow furrowing when he saw it was you.
“Y/N? What are you doing here? You okay?” He questioned, opening the door further.
You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Tears welled up once more, making you choke back a sob. Covering your mouth, you looked at the floor, embarrassed to be crying in front of him.
“I-i’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.”
Going to turn around, you were stopped by Rob grabbing your wrist gently.
“Hey, hey,” He made you look at him. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”
Breaking down in front of him, you tried to explain but all that was coming out was muffled words covered by sobs. Pulling you into his arms, Rob moved the two of you into his room, kicking the door shut behind you.
Sitting you down on his bed, Rob took a seat next to you, letting you cry into his chest. After a few minutes of him stroking your hair, trying to calm you down, the tears finally started to subside.
“Now, do you wanna tell me what this is about?” Rob’s soft voice spoke from above you.
Taking in a deep breath in, you sat up straight to look at him.
“I’m starting to show.”
Looking at you in confusion, Rob replied slowly. “So, you’re sobbing because you’ve started to show? Isn’t that a good thing?”
Huffing, you wiped your eyes. “Yes it’s a good thing, but it makes this a lot more real. I started to have all these thoughts about the baby’s future. Our future.”
“You lost me. I thought we were doing good..”
“For now! Rob. We aren’t together. We live separately. This baby would be bounced around households before they can even crawl. What if they like you more or, what if we can’t be civil and they’re put in the middle?” You rambled, running a hand through your hair stressfully.
Letting out a soft grunt, Rob ran a hand over his face. “Y/N, you’re overthinking this-”
You cut him off with an exasperated cry. “No i’m not! These are things we have to think about!”
Standing from the bed, he looked at you with a slight glare in his eyes. “This baby isn’t even out of utero yet! You’re being ridiculous!”
Standing up to try to match his height, you looked at floor. “Rob, if it wasn’t for the baby, would you still even be in my life?”
Rob hesitated, maneuvering his eyes to look at anything but you.
“Wow,” Letting out a hurt scoff, you wiped your eyes of any remaining tears. “Guess I was right.”
Turning your back to him, you started to make your way towards the door, only to be stopped by Rob grabbing your arm.
“Rob what are you doi-”
“Shut up.” He muttered, gripping your cheeks in his hands, before pulling your face closer to his, your lips meeting a bruising kiss.
You stood shocked for a moment, soon beginning to kiss him back, placing your hands on the back of his neck. Rob’s hands traveled from your cheeks to tangle in your hair as your lips moved in sync.
You pulled away, only when your lungs began to burn. You and Rob stared into each other’s eyes, the room silent besides for your heavy breaths.
Rob was the first one to speak. “I would still be in your life, with or without the baby.”
Mind still a little hazy, you moved one of your hands from the back of his neck. You trailed the tips of your fingers over your slightly swollen lips.
Focusing back in reality, you looked back at him. “You mean that?”
Moving his hands down your back, drawing small shapes with his fingertips, he pressed your body against his. “I do. I don’t know what we are, but I can’t imagine a life without you,” Moving one hand to your front, resting softly on your belly, he continued. “Or this baby.”
Nodding in response, you put your head in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. “ ‘m sorry.”
Moving the two of you to his bed, he laid you down. “Get some sleep. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Rob started to move towards the sofa, when you reached out to stop him. “Don’t. It’s fine. Come lay with me.”
Slowly climbing into the bed on the opposite side, Rob hesitated. “Are you sure?”
“Rob, we are grown adults. Just get in the bed.”
Nodding, he settled in next to you, leaning over and turning the lamp off. “Night Y/N.”
Humming in response, you closed your eyes, feeling Rob’s arm slowly wrap around you, pulling you closer to him.
As you were drifting off, you heard Rob’s soft voice echo in the darkness. “God you’re so beautiful.”
That’s the last thing you heard before sleep overtook you.
Positive Taglist - @natasha-cole @itsfunnierin-enochian @kocswain @wontlookaway @missihart23 @shanghai88 @rblstrash
#rob benedict#rob benedict x reader#rob benedict fanfiction#rob benedict smut#richard speight jr#matt cohen#mandy musgrave#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural rpf#spn rpf#rpf#fanfiction#positive#collinscosmicentity
63 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Rob Benedict on “Felicity” as Richard Coad (10/10)
(feel free to use them, I don’t mind)
#rob benedict#rob benedict gifs#my gifs#collinscosmicentity#felicity#fun fact he was singing jessies girl i'll try to get a clip
28 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
taeyongspoetry
i told the stars about you;
elfagito
???!
pusatairmilagrospulaujawa
0812-3055-7511 Agen Distributor Pusat Air Milagros Se-Pulau Jawa
realestatebcn
Недвижимость в Испании