driver who is so obsessed with you but can't figure out how to voice it to you.
literally every thought surrounds you. every action has you in mind. half of it is his infatuation with you, the other half is him genuinely trying to keep you safe. he doesn't want to get you wrapped up in his dirty work, afterall.
he feels a little guilty that he can't tell you how he feels sometimes. words feel too heavy on his tongue, and most of the time they aren't even the right ones--he just hopes that his actions make up for it.
driver whose love language is acts of service?? any one?? he's helping you with your groceries, helping you tidy up your apartment, of course helping you with any car troubles. anything you need help with? he's your man.
he'll eat it up too. he won't exactly let it be known that he loves you asking for his help, but his actions speak for itself. the little smirk he gives you when you ask him for help? yeah. that's him relishing in the fact that you're going to him for help.
Summary: Robert takes care of you when you're sick. That's pretty much it.
Contains: Fluff, f! reader-insert, no warnings needed. Just some good old fluff.
Robert's keys jingled as he unlocked the door to the apartment, Beef eagerly pitter-pattering his way to pounce on his ankles. Normally, Robert would bring Beef with him to work, but Beef had to keep someone company today.
Beef trotted away just as quickly as he came, and Robert followed. He kicked his shoes off as he made his way to the center of the apartment, not watching where they landed. He was too focused on you, currently curled up on his brand-new couch--and for a moment, he thought that if he were to buy a mattress, it would be so that you could have a better place to rest when you needed it.
He approached slowly, kneeling down on the floor next to you.
"You awake?" He reached out to tap your nose. He chuckled softly as you stirred.
Your eyes fluttered open, a sleepy grumble rising from your throat. "Hi, Rob..." You sniffled, tugging the thin blanket further over your shoulders.
"Hi." He replied, his hand coming up to push your hair out of your face before his hand cupped your forehead. "You feel any better?" He asked as he discerned your temperature. Still a little warm.
"I guess," You mumbled, head falling forward to seek more of his touch. "Head hurts like a bitch."
"You want some water?" He's already standing up and making his way to his fridge before you can answer. He opens the fridge and is met to little to nothing, besides a couple water bottles and some old leftovers. "Have you had any water before this?" He sighs at the lack of your response.
He makes his way back to you on the couch, hands sliding underneath you to help you sit up. He makes use of the freed up space on the couch, sitting down next to you as he cracks open the water bottle.
"Don't sit so close, I'll get you sick." You grumbled, rubbing at your eyes and wiping your nose with the back of you hand before taking the water bottle from him.
"I'll be fine. You've probably contaminated my whole apartment, anyway." You give him a weak punch to the shoulder, and he laughs.
An arm wraps around your waist, tugging you closer. "God forbid I want to make sure you're okay." He teases.
"You can make sure I'm okay from over there." You point to the corner of the room, taking a small sip of water.
"Putting me in timeout in my own apartment? Wow."
His heart melts as you tip to the side, body now resting fully against him. Beef curls up against his feet, tail thumping against his ankle.
"You know, even when you're sick, you're still so pretty." His voice is soft, reverent. Like he can't believe you're really here in his arms.
You scoff, a small grin gracing your lips. "Yeah. Whatever you say."
"I'm serious. Do you not believe me?" His hand cupped your chin, guiding your head to look at him.
You didn't respond, instead opting to stare into those stupidly adorable brown eyes of his.
His grin widened, eyes flickering down to your lips, before he suddenly leaned in--his lips on yours. You immediately tried to back away.
"Stop, you're gonna get sick!" A small laugh left you as he tried to press another kiss to your lips.
"Not until you believe me." He teased, his lips managing to slot against yours. A litany of giggles erupted from your mouths, like love sick teenagers.
You eventually covered his mouth with your hand, keeping him from kissing you again. "Okay, okay! I believe you!" You giggled. Robert's eyes softened at your smile. He pressed a small kiss to your palm.
"There we go." He tucks you back against him, holding you close.
"You know you're definitely gonna get sick now, right?"
"I know."
A/N: first ever fic on tumblr...wowie!! hope you guys like it more will be coming, i'm also on a03 (i legit only have 2 fics on there but im working on it) under the same handle if ur interested
