Summary: Delilah is teething, testing my resolve as a parent while Rob is at a convention.
Pairing: Rob x Angelina (Robelina)
Word Count: 580
Written for: @spnfluffbingo2019
A/N: I am freezing and went for some self-indulgent warmth on this chilly Saturday as the snow falls. This can be read alone, but fits into my Robelina Universe Say It Like That. Thank you to @alleiradayne for looking this over. And for your sweet words. <3
As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families. **Photos not mine**
A teething baby and sleep do not go well together. I tried baby Motrin, two hours before that it was baby Tylenol. I had tried everything from frozen fruit to teething rings, even a warm lavender bath. Now we were both crying. Delilah from the discomfort and me because there was nothing I could do to ease it for her. With tears streaming silently down my cheeks, I paced the floor of her nursery with her in my arms. Olivia had gone to bed easily hours ago, happy to get away from the wails of her little sister.
Rob was in Toronto for a convention and wasn’t due home until the next day. Delilah and I were scheduled to go with him, but with the teething, I decided to stay home. There was no sense in both of us being sleep deprived and during a convention weekend, Rob needed what little sleep he did get. I moved from her nursery to our bedroom and turned the television on, keeping the volume low.
Rob always had a way of calming her and I chalked it up to Delilah being a daddy’s girl through and through. She had him wrapped around her little finger from the day she was conceived, but it went both ways. He had a way with her that I secretly envied, especially when he could get her to sleep when I couldn’t. I loaded a video of Rob and Jason singing ‘Hallelujah’ and turned the volume up a notch or two. I swayed slowly as she continued to cry in my arms.
I looked to the screen, seeing Rob step up to the microphone and begin singing. Delilah’s cries turned to whimpers as she heard his voice. I turned her around in my arms so she could see her daddy and her crying faded. My daughter and I swayed back and forth watching Rob do his thing. I was grateful for him and for the respite, finally finding a way to soothe my daughter. I queued up more videos and continued to rock her as our tears subsided.
Exhausted, I laid back on the bed and closed my eyes, Delilah’s still glued to the image of her daddy on the television, tucked safely into the nest of pillows in the middle of the bed. I startled awake when the music changed, only to see Rob sitting in the rocking chair, softly strumming his guitar and singing ‘Honey Bee’.
His eyes met mine and I smiled, happy to see my husband. I looked down at our baby next to me, her little eyes finally closing as her daddy sang to her. He finished another song before setting his guitar aside and stripping down to his boxers, he climbed into the other side of our bed. His fingers found mine in the mountain of pillows and he gently kissed my fingertips.
“When did you get home?” I whispered.
“About thirty minutes ago. I couldn’t stay away from my girls for another day,” he replied quietly.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“For what?” he asked.
“For coming home. For loving us, for singing her to sleep and soothing her pain,” I told him. “Your voice was the only thing that calmed her.”
“I’m irresistible to women, what can I say?” he chuckled.
“You’re the baby whisperer,” I yawned, my eyes falling shut.
Rob’s soft lips pressed to my forehead as I drifted off. “And the baby mama whisperer. Rest now, my love.”
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A/N #2: This is for @spnskinnyballs 500 Follower Card Challenge! The character is Rob and the prompt is Home Movies.
A/N #3: Anything in italics = videos
Word Count: 1608
Characters: Reader, Rob, Scout the dog, Rich (mentioned), Matt (mentioned)
Pairing: RobxReader
Warnings: There’s nothing but sweet, sweet fluff here
“Found it!”
You happily strolled into the living room, a flash drive firmly in your grasp. Your husband glanced over at you, his face instantly changing from neutral to confused.
“Found what?”
You made your way over to the couch, grabbing your laptop and sticking the flash drive into a USB port. Rob sat up and adjusted his place next to you, interested in whatever you were doing.
“You’ll see in a second.”
Your tongue peeked out from between your lips as you concentrated on navigating through the many files on the tiny stick. Finally, you sighed contently, leaning back against the couch, glancing over at Rob as the first video started playing.
You could barely see his eyes because of the glare on his glasses, but you could tell they were completely lit up. A smile spread across his face as he watched the bright screen.
---
“Say hi to the camera, Robby!”
Rob turned towards you, instantly laughing when he saw the camcorder pointed at him. He waved dramatically, his wide grin making you blush.
“So, first day in the new house! I wanted to document the journey from just moving in to fully furnished.”
You started to walk around the barely furnished living room, moving the camera every few seconds in order to capture the entire room.
“And just imagine, we’ll be able to look back at this when we’re old and grey.”
You giggled.
“I’m sure we’ll age like a fine wine.”
His arms immediately flew around your shoulders as he gently kissed your cheek.
“I know you will, that’s for sure. You’ll never stop being this beautiful.”
You jokingly groaned, squirming from his arms and running into the kitchen.
“Nothing except the stuff soon to be in our fridge should be that cheesy, babe.”
His low toned laugh echoed throughout the bare rooms as he followed you. Multiple boxes had been piled in the middle of the kitchen floor, and upon seeing them, you were filled with a mixture of excitement and dread.
“Oh, I had forgotten about unpacking for a split second. We still have a few boxes in the car and more on the way tomorrow. This will undoubtedly take a while.”
You slowly swung your arms in Rob’s direction as he opened one of the smaller boxes.
“We can ask Rich and Matt if they can come over to help. They’ve been offering to ever since we announced we were buying this place.”
Rob grabbed a pan out of the box and placed it in front of his face.
“What are you doing, you goof?”
You laughed as he moved the pan from his face to his shirt, making random faces as he repeated his actions.
“You’re such a dork, Mr. Benedict. And that’s why I love you.”
---
A large Australian Shepherd puppy came bounding towards you as you pulled out your camera. He bumped into your leg with his nose, signaling he was ready to be pet.
You softly rubbed his head and back, a huge smile plastered on your face.
“Hey there, big guy. How are you liking your new home so far?”
Scout barked as he licked your hand.
“I’ll take that as a positive response.”
“Hey, buddy!”
Scout turned his full attention to Rob as he strolled in the fully furnished living room. Scout’s tail began to wag intensely as the man approached you both.
“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”
A short laugh left your mouth as Scout started to dart around the room, clearly not empty of energy. Rob waved his hands playfully at the pup, making Scout’s wild movements even crazier.
“Don’t get him too worked up, Rob!”
You squealed, taking a few steps back so you could capture everything that was going on in your living room.
“I’m trying to get rid of all his energy.”
Rob got down on the ground, resting on his knees. Scout instantly started to lick his face, making the man laugh.
“Thanks for the bath, Scout.”
He gently tried to push the dog’s face away from his, but Scout was too determined. Before you could really register what was happening, Scout knocked Rob onto his back, placing his two front paws on Rob’s chest.
Your eyes went wide as you started to giggle uncontrollably.
“Trying to get rid of all his energy, huh? How’d that work out for you?”
Rob smiled as he glanced up at you, seeing the grin that you held on your face, the camera still pointed at them.
“I didn’t know he was that strong. I’m still getting used to him and he’s only a puppy.”
Scout continued his assault of love on Rob, occasionally kneading his paws into his chest.
“Yeah, but he’s also an Australian Shepherd. Those guys are tough and will do anything to get some love.”
Rob squinted his eyes at you, trying to push Scout off of him. After a few seconds, he was successful, finally able to sit up.
“Listen, big guy, I love you, but you need to not attack me when I’m just trying to pet you.”
You laughed, reaching your free hand out to help Rob up. He took it, groaning as he got to his feet. Scout kept barking, upset that his innocent attack was halted.
“Your dad is right, sweetheart. You gotta be gentle, okay?”
You leaned down to run a hand along the pup’s soft fur, scratching his head. In response, he gave your cheek a quick lick, making you quietly yelp.
“That’s better.”
---
“Robby, if you make a mess all over this kitchen, I swear that you’re going to be the only one cleaning it up.”
Rob continued to jolt the pan in his hand upwards, making the pancake in it fly into the air. He was having too much fun.
“I’m being careful, I know what I’m doing.”
You aimed the camera at him, laughing from behind it.
“You just learned how to do this from a YouTube video twenty minutes ago and this is your first attempt. I don’t think you can blame me for being nervous.”
His face was practically glowing as the fluffy cake landed safely in the pan once more. Scout sat beside him, his tail going crazy. He was eagerly waiting for the food he smelled to splat on the floor.
“Trust me, just one more flip.”
Stress sped through your whole body as Rob flung the pan up one last time, the pancake soring upwards. At that moment, it was like everything moved in slow motion.
Time quickly returned to normal as the small cake landed with a smack….on the floor. Rob let out a cry of frustration as Scout barked happily, scooping the treat into his mouth and running into the living room.
You struggled to breathe as your mind replayed the events that had just occurred. Rob just stared at the ground, reminded of where his creation was just moments before. Finally getting control of yourself, you made your way over to the defeated man, placing a hand on his shoulder and a light kiss on his nose.
“Hey, at least Scout got a little special something for his first Christmas.”
A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“It was going so well.”
He sounded so sad, but somewhat jokingly sad.
“I know it was, but like I said, that was your first try. You have more batter, you can try again. But I’m sticking to my word. I’ll still be mad at you if you get pancake batter all over our newly remodeled kitchen.”
The man let out a soft laugh, turning his attention back to the scene of the crime.
“Can this video not make it into the ‘things we show our kids’ pile?”
You grinned, a slightly mischievous sparkle in your eyes.
“I mean, who knows... it might ‘accidentally’ get added into the mix….”
Your voice trailed off, making Rob tilt his head and squint his eyes.
“You wouldn’t dare, Mrs. Benedict.”
“Oh, I would, Mr. Benedict.”
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The video cut right after Rob lunged forward and wrapped his arms around your figure, making you squeal and laugh.
Sighing, you turned your head toward Rob, who had the biggest smile on his face. His shining sapphire eyes met yours, his smile not fading.
“And there’s plenty more where that came from. This was only one folder on this tiny thing. I don’t know why it grouped all the videos together weird like that though.”
Rob chuckled, sliding an arm around your shoulders as you snuggled into his warm body.
“I’m glad you found that. I had completely forgotten about those videos.”
“I had too, until a few days ago. It just popped into my head that we still had them somewhere.”
Resting a hand on Rob’s chest, you glanced up at him.
“It nice to look back at memories. Especially the ones with you.”
Rob tilted his head down, placing a kiss on your temple.
“I thought you hated cheesy.”
You playfully hit his chest, sitting up slightly.
“That wasn’t cheesy!”
“It was a little.”
Jokingly scoffing, you crossed your arms.
“Fine, maybe it was, just the tiniest bit.”
Rob grinned as he reached a hand towards you.
“I love you, Y/N. So much. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
Red covered your face as you smiled, falling back into his arms.
“Who’s the cheesy one now?”
Chuckling, Rob slowly started to rub your shoulder.
“But I love you too, Robby. More than you could ever know.”
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Warnings: bad dates, fluff, probably a swear word or two
Prompt: “I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes” and blind date
Summary: Rob and Y/N made a deal that if they ever needed to be in a fake relationship for whatever reason, it’d be with each other but after a couple bad dates, they realize that maybe they should stop pretending, but they don’t come to this conclusion on their own.
A/N: written for @natasha-cole ’s Valentine Challenge
You weren’t very good at dating. You had been in a serious relationship with someone for two years, except that ended a year and a half ago and you finally decided to get back in the dating game. It wasn’t going well at all.
You had signed up for a few dating apps, which were proving to be useless. You’d been on a few dates, but with your crazy schedule, it was hard to meet people and see them more than once when you did meet them.
You went out to bars with friends to try and pick up guys that way and even that was a fail. Everyone around here seemed to be taken or recently single and not looking, or way older than you and downright inappropriate.
And then there were the times when you actually made it to a date, and it ended terribly. The person wasn’t who they seemed to be. You weren’t really their type or vice versa. In short, you really sucked at dating.
“I think I’m just gonna be single the rest of my life,” you sighed, flopping back on the couch in the green room. “I’m gonna be the fun aunt that spoils all her nieces and nephews because she doesn’t have kids or a husband of her own.”
“You just need someone you know who doesn’t mind your busy schedule,” Kim said.
“All of my friends who don’t care are taken.”
“Not all of them.”
“Rob doesn’t count.”
Briana laughed as she joined you and Kim on the couch. “This talk again?”
“He doesn’t!” you argued. “We’ve been friends for years. If there was something there we would’ve realized it by now.”
“Okay, if you’re really not into Rob, I know someone who you might like,” Bri mentioned.
“Who?” You perked up. Bri had tried to set you up on a date before and it went well, except that your schedules were too busy to find another time to see each other. You were completely bummed because you really hit it off in the beginning.
“His name is Logan. Meet him on Tuesday evening at the Hard Rock Cafe.”
“I don’t get to see what he looks like?”
“We’re gonna start trying blind dates now.”
You took an uber to the restaurant. Hollywood was busy even for a Tuesday and you didn’t want to bother with parking. It wasn’t too crowded when you walked in, and you went to finding someone by themselves at a table. You found him quickly.
“Logan?” you asked, approaching the table.
“Yeah. Y/N?”
“That’s me.”
“Have a seat,” he invited. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You as well,” you grinned, pulling out the wooden chair and sitting across from him. You scooted yourself up to the table, folding your hands in your lap. “Have you ordered or anything?”
“No.” He shook his head, then passed you a menu. “They did bring these though, I haven’t even looked through them yet.” He chuckled low in his chest. Briana knew your type to a T. “So, how do you know Briana?”
“We worked together.”
“You’re an actress?” He asked. You nodded, a wide smile on your face. You took pride in your work. “Must not be very well known.”
You nearly choked on your spit. “Huh?”
“Not very well known. When Briana gave me your name I didn’t immediately recognize it, you know? I’ve never seen any of your work before is all.”
“Well, I’m no Meryl Streep, but I’ve done a few projects. How do you know Bri?” You decided that changing the subject was the best option here. You were fine with the fact that you weren’t a popular actress, but the way this guy said that left a bad taste in your mouth.
“Her husband and I are good buddies. So I guess they’re both setting their best friends up together,” he added.
The waitress came by to take your orders. You grimaced at what Logan ordered. It was your least favorite food and you knew watching him eat it would just ruin your appetite.
You took a drink of your ice water, watching as your fingers melted the condensation on the outside of the glass. “So, what do you do for work?”
“I’ve got a normal job. I’m an editor for a publishing company. I fix general mistakes like grammar or punctuation that someone before me missed. Do you read a lot?”
“I love reading. I have a lot of downtime so, I read quite a bit. Plus I travel a lot and it’s always nice to read on a plane or while waiting at the airport,” you mentioned, already going over a list in your head of your favorite books and authors.
“Well, you’re welcome. I get to be the person that makes sure there are no errors in those books.”
“So, you’re a big reader then, I take it? I mean you kind of have to be with a job like that,” you said, but your food came before Logan got a chance to answer.
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You were halfway through your meal, making small talk with Logan and ultimately decided that this night was a bust and there wouldn’t be a second date when your phone vibrated in your pocket. You cursed yourself for forgetting to turn it off—or at least change the damn vibration setting—and apologized to Logan as you pulled it out, seeing Rob’s name and that stupid goofy picture he took years ago pop up.
“Um…will you excuse me?” You asked. “It’s an emergency.”
“Yeah,” Logan ushered. “I’ll be right here.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, hitting the accept button and standing from your chair. “Rob?”
“Hey! Y/N. Whatcha up to?” His voice was loud and the background noise was louder and you put two and two together, figuring he was out himself.
You were now outside the restaurant, looking through the window to make sure Logan was still there. “Are you drunk?”
“No. God, I wish,” he laughed. “I need you to do something for me.”
“Okay,” you deadpanned.
“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.”
“Rob, I’m on a date!”
“Great, yeah, cool, me too! And it’s not going well,” he sighed. “She’s not great Y/N. She’s nosy and doesn’t shut up and I may’ve accidentally told her that I’m seeing someone and I got set up on the date by mistake because we haven’t told anyone we’re dating yet and now she’s asking to see my girlfriend and meet my girlfriend. Please. I mean, I know this is kind of outside of the rules but it’s really bad. I’m desperate,” he rambled.
You gave a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. To be honest, this date with Logan wasn’t going well and you’d love to just leave. Maybe this was a sign that the date was only going to get worse. You took it as one, without further thought. “Okay, where are you?”
“Yeah, you owe me, Robbie. I’ll see you soon.” You hung up and put on a brave face, walking back into the restaurant. You frowned when you saw Logan, not entirely wanting to break the news to him.
“Everything okay?” He asked. Your plates had been cleared like he knew this was going to end.
“Uh… not really. That was one of my friends. He uh… got into some trouble and just needs someone to go get him.”
“Ah,” Logan said, a hint of sadness in his voice.
“I’m really sorry,” you began.
“Hey, no. Don’t apologize.” He stopped you before you could get too far. “It’s okay. Um, do you need a ride or anything?”
“No. It’s—he’s at California Pizza, so it’s a short walk. Thank you though, really. And, again, I’m sorry,” you added.
“It was nice meeting you. I’ll let Briana know it didn’t work out.”
You bit your lip, a little disappointed that it didn’t. You knew who you wanted though, no matter how many times you denied it. No matter how many times you insisted it just wouldn’t work out, you knew who you needed. There was always something there, and you had realized it.
You made it to the restaurant quickly, having sped walked most of the way. You ditched your heels just a few minutes in but slid them back on your feet before entering the pizza place.
“Y/N!” You heard Rob call from somewhere on your right. You glanced in the direction to see him waving his hands and made your way to his table. Across from him was what seemed to be a nice girl. She was pretty, long hair and brown eyes. Rob didn’t really have a type but she appeared to be a good compliment to him.
“Marissa, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Rob introduced, placing his hand on your lower back when he stood up.
“You’re dressed real nice. Were you out?” She eyed you, up and down and her mouth curved into a frown.
“Yeah. Uh… me and Rob were not… we’ve only been dating for a little bit and our friends still think we’re single. So we’ve been accepting dates they set us up on,” you lied.
“It’s not often. But after tonight you know, I really think we should just tell them,” Rob insisted, in an attempt to sell the story.
“Yeah. I mean, don’t you think it’s weird that you two are out with other people when you’re seeing each other?” Nosy. Rob was right. She was nosy.
“It’s weird,” you answered.
Rob quickly spoke up. “But she and I both know it’s not going to go anywhere serious with these other people so we’re not bothered by it.”
“Why didn’t you just say no to your friends?”
“They like to think we’re lonely and that we need someone.”
“Truth is… all we really need is each other.” You almost scoffed at Rob’s sappiness. You would have, had your heart not skipped a beat and the butterflies not swarmed in your stomach.
“Anyway,” Rob continued. “I’m sorry this was a waste of your time. It was great to meet you, Marissa.” Always the polite one. “I’ll cover the bill. It’s the least I can do.”
“Right well, goodbye,” Marissa said in a sour tone, quickly collecting her bag.
“You just broke her heart,” you warned Rob when she had left.
“Worth it. It’s better than leading her on and having to face a second date.” Rob slouched down into the chair. “Did you eat?”
“Yeah, I got about halfway through my meal before you interrupted.”
“You could’ve said no, Y/N,” he reminded. “If you were on a really good date and in the middle of it you didn’t have to answer or even come down here. I would’ve lived.”
“No. No, We always said that if the other one needed to be the pretend boyfriend or girlfriend we’d do it, no matter the circumstances. I’m not going back on that promise,” you spoke up, finding the seat across from Rob. “Besides, he wasn’t that great anyway.
“Maybe we should stop.”
Your jaw nearly dropped. A hint of panic set in because Rob was your go-to for a lot of things, but especially the fake relationship thing. It was used for emergencies only, like getting hit on by some creep in a bar or one of Rob’s fans getting a little too close and crazy, or dates gone sour like the one he was just on. “Why?”
“I mean… stop pretending,” he said bashfully. His cheeks turned red and you could only assume his face was as hot as yours. “Be honest, are there feelings here between us?”
“For me, yeah. I like that we have similar schedules and that being around you is always so easy and comforting and I don’t feel like I have to be someone I’m not. We’re good friends, and you’re probably my best friend and I don’t ever want to lose that.”
Rob cut you off. “So I swallowed my feelings. I kept them to myself, and to Rich when he continuously hounded me about them. I don’t want to lose this friendship either. But we’re really good at being pretend boyfriend and girlfriend. What if we just tried to be not pretend boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“I like that idea. But do we tell everyone so they stop setting us up on blind dates or do we keep it on the down low for a while?”
“We should probably tell everyone. Let them have their ‘I knew it’ moment. And then we don’t have to tiptoe around them when it comes to coupley things.”
There was a convention a week later which you and Rob decided would be the best place to let everyone know. You were keeping it subtle: you were going to walk in with hands linked together, standing closer than usual and sometime during a conversation Rob was going to wrap his arms around you from behind. It was cute without being showy.
Rob's fingers were laced between yours and your hands were clammy with nerves, but the small gesture of him squeezing your hand eased them. When you got into the green room, hands swinging by your sides, everyone turned their heads.
“It worked?” Briana and Rich shouted at the same time, eyes drifting between each other’s and where you and Rob stood.
“What worked?” You asked.
“The dates! It actually worked? Who caved first?” Rich questioned.
Rob laughed, “What?”
“Oh please,” Briana laughed.”We know about your arrangement with each other that if one of you is on a bad date or getting hit on by someone you have zero interest in you’ll play the boyfriend-girlfriend card and rescue each other. I mean you really think it was a coincidence you were both in the same general area at the exact same time, on dates with people who were great on the outside but not so great on the inside?”
“You little shit!” You yelled. “This was a setup?”
“So really who caved first?” Rich asked.
“Rob did. Marissa’s nosy personality turned him off,” you said. “Hey Bri, Logan was actually pretty good. Had Rob not called, I would’ve hung on ‘til the end. There just wouldn't‘ve been a second date.”
Rob let go of your hand to wrap his arms around you, his chest flush with your back. “I guess we owe Rich for knowing exactly what my type isn’t.”
Description: You turn up at Rob's hotel door with hot cocoa. Cuddling ensues.
A/N: I pictured this being on the night before a Con starts.
This is my first RPF... I hope I have kept it as respectful and true-to-character as possible. Please give feedback - I love to hear what you think.
You stood outside Rob's room door hesitating. In each hand you held a cardboard take-out cup full of hot cocoa and the warmth seeped through the corrugated sleeves into the skin of your palms.
You stared at the door.
Your first thought was 'how the fuck am I gonna knock?'
Your second thought was 'What if I've misread this entire thing?'
You would obsessively re-check your phone for the message exchange, but you had no free hand to do so.
What had he said?
You sat down on the floor against the wall and carefully placed the cups down to get out your phone.
'I'm pretty tired. Think I'm just gonna chill with a movie.'
'Sounds like a good plan, I might do the same,' you had said.
'Anyone who happened to stop by with cocoa would be a hero 😉' he had added.
The wink face was what got you. That was definitely an invitation, right? Or at least an indication that you showing up in your pyjamas would be happily received.
Maybe.
You sighed and ran your hand through your hair.
Was this weird?
You had spent a lot of time with Rob now and would say you were definitely friends.
But now you were sat here in the thin fabric and no bra, the whole thing began to feel far more intimate than you had imagined.
At least you had your hoodie on, you thought.
You looked down at it and groaned. What were you thinking? You had thrown on your 'Louden Swain' hoodie without thinking, so now you just looked like some crazy fangirl-groupee-wannabe. Is that what he would think?
You sighed. There was only one way to find out.
You stood up and knocked, then quickly bent down to pick up the cups again.
It took a few minutes for Rob to answer the door.
He pulled it ajar and poked his head round cautiously.
He smiled when he saw it was you and pulled the door open a little more.
'Hey!' He said. His eyes crinkled in the corners and his whole face softened.
'You brought cocoa?'
'I did,' you grinned bashfully.
He came forward and stood fully in the gap in the door.
He was still dressed, wearing dark jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also wore his glasses.
You had only seen them a bunch of times, but he really suited them.
He ran his hand through his messy, curly locks then held out his hand and gestured to you.
'You're ... my favourite person,' he said, looking genuinely pleased.
He fixed his eyes on yours, intense and full of sincerity.
'Thank you. I love you.'
You beamed again.
'You know, I thought it would be nice...'
He cut you off, looking you up and down.
'Are you in Pyjamas?' He asked with a teasing grin.
'Um, yeah,' you said, shifting nervously.
His smile turned into one of those comical slanted smirks while he raised one eyebrow.
'Is someone a little sleepy?'
'Someone is wondering what movie you're watching?'
He laughed and pushed the door all the way open, stepping aside.
'Come on in. I haven't picked one yet.'
You hesitated.
'Is that... I mean... do you mind?'
He smiled, shaking his head dismissively and ushering you in with his arm.
You walked in and he turned to close the door behind you.
When he turned back to you, you handed him one of the cups. He took it from you and held it up with a nod in thanks.
He pointed with his other hand to the bed.
'Take a pew,' he said, turning to the TV to turn it on.
He had this kind of excited energy about his movements you hadn't expected to see when he claimed to be tired.
Maybe you really had brightened his night.
You shuffled over to the bed and placed your cocoa down on the side. You sat down on the edge of the bed gingerly.
You glanced at him. He seemed happy enough and not weirded out.
He picked up the remote and walked over to the other side of the bed, carefully putting both the remote and his cup down on the side.
He gave you a cheeky grin then jumped and threw himself heavily onto the bed, making you judder and bounce with the mattress.
You giggled and it must have been infectious because Rob started giggling too.
'Get over here,' he said, patting the bed next to him.
You shrugged and swung your legs around, resting your back against the headboard. You rearranged the pillow and fidgeted a bit
While Rob flipped through Channels.
You suddenly felt incredibly self conscious. How should you sit? Was it rude to get too comfy? Was it more rude not to? Were you too close?
You crossed your legs and shoved your hands in your hoodie pouch, then shuffled around again. You realised Rob had stopped and was watching you.
You looked up at him to see he was smiling softly again.
There was a real affection in the set of his features.
'What?' You asked.
He quickly looked down at his lap and ran his fingers through his hair again. His words tumbled from his mouth in staccato.
'Nothing. I just... you just...you're,' he exhaled sharply. 'I'm glad you came over.'
He seemed unable to stop grinning and it spread to you.
'Good. I was worried it would be weird.'
He shook his head. 'No - what? No. Not at all. You're... hey,' he said, his head tilting.
He reached towards you and took a piece of your hoodie in his fingers, stretching it slightly to smooth out the logo. He touched your boob by accident, but you didn't say anything.
'You're wearing your Louden Swain hoodie,' he grinned at you.
You blushed and gave a nervous laugh.
'Oh god. Sorry. I feel like such a fan girl.'
'No I love it,' he said, that gorgeous smile still lighting up His face. He hadn't taken his eyes off you.
'I'm serious.' He looked down now. 'My music is important to me, and it means a lot that you like it so much.'
There was a long pause before either of you spoke again, and he just fixed you with those blue eyes.
He looked down suddenly at his hand still holding the fabric of your hoodie and let go.
'Sorry,' he mumbled. 'I held on for too long, didn't I?'
'It's fine,' you said and laughed.
He ran his hand through his hair again, but you noticed his hand was shaking slightly.
He fidgeted a little, seeming to forget the task at hand.
He was nervous, you realised. Having seemed so confident and relaxed before, being this close to you and thinking he had overstepped had made him doubt himself.
You briefly wondered if you should leave and let him have his own space. The last thing you wanted to do was get him worked up in what was supposed to be his downtime.
He tapped his hand awkwardly on his leg. You placed your hand on top of his and he turned to you.
You looked into his eyes.
'Rob. It's ok.' You interlaced your fingers with his. 'I'm a tactile person. None of this arms-length crap.'
You felt him exhale and relax again.
He nodded with a smile.
'Thanks,' he said, then reached his other hand over to get the remote, not wanting to move his hand from yours.
'So, any preference?' He added, moving the conversation on.
'I'm easy,' you shrugged.
Rob paused, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile like he was trying not to laugh. He brought his hand to his face, rubbing at his beard and trying to decide whether to say something or not.
You realised what you'd said.
'No, I mean... I mean I don't mind what movie...' he was laughing now. 'Shut up,' you laughed.
'Is that why you came over here?' He giggled.
'Oh, fuck off,' you smiled, taking your hand from his and shoving him over by his shoulder.
'I definitely don't have the energy for any of that tonight.'
He pulled himself upright again and looked at you laughing while you blushed.
'Just shut up and pick a film, dickhead,' you said, squeezing just above his knee.
'Alright, alright,' he said, selecting a channel on the TV and placing the remote down again.
You both reached over and picked up your cocoa to take a sip. When you sat back with it, your shoulder was touching his, your arm pressed up against him.
He seemed to be tucking his arms into his side awkwardly, not quite sure how much personal space you wanted to share. So you shuffled a little closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder.
He seemed to relax again and slid his arm across the small of your back against the pillow. His fingers curved round your hip.
You sighed with contentment.
'Is that ok?' He said softly, resting his cheek against your head. You weren't sure to which action he was referring. You smiled.
'Yeah.'
So you settled in to watch the film, sipping your cocoa and blinking rapidly to stop your eyelids dropping.
You couldn't entirely fight it, though, and only realised you had been falling asleep when your head slipped off Rob's shoulder and you jolted awake, gripping your cup to make sure you didn't drop it.
'Are you alright?' Rob laughed.
You sat up and drained your drink.
'Yeah I'm just... no I mean I'm awake,' you tried to convince him and yourself.
Rob raised his eyebrow with a smile.
'We can stop if you need to go to bed?'
'No!' You said too quickly.
'No, I'm fine. This is nice. I'm happy staying here with you.' You reached over and placed your empty cup on the side. 'If you're happy for me to, of course,' you added, studying his face for signs that he wasn't.
He smiled affectionately, looking into your eyes.
'Of course. I'd like that.' He looked down. 'You're very cute when you're sleepy.'
You shrugged with a grin, then shuffled back up to him and slid your arms around him, nuzzling your head between his shoulder and neck.
He pulled you into him, his hand again curving round your hip. But this time his fingers slipped underneath the fabric of your pyjama top and connected with bare skin.
You didn't say anything. He lightly stroked your skin, warm fingers brushing tenderly.
He must have felt your heart rate increase but didn't mention it. He just planted a small kiss on the top of your head.
You were definitely more awake now, trying to catch up on what you missed in the film. You were getting the gist, but wouldn't trust your version of what was going on if you were honest.
You were much more interested in the sensation of Rob's warmth against your face and the steady rise and fall of his chest. Your head started to slip down again so you readjusted yourself to rest against his chest. It was only then you noticed his heartbeat was a little faster than it should be too.
Wordlessly, rob began to stroke your hair ever so gently and you let out what can only be described as a little purr. A chuckle rumbled in his chest.
'My little kitten,' he said, a warm smile in his voice.
You huffed a laugh into his chest then sat up slightly.
'No, that's when I start padding against your tummy,' you said, pushing the flats of your hands against his stomach like a cat would.
He raised his eyebrows at you then laughed - no - giggled in that way only Rob could. It made you feel like the funniest person he'd ever met.
You buried your head into his stomach again and he rested his hand on your head.
'Hold on,' he said, tapping your head. 'Sit up for a sec.'
You sat up and he started to undo his belt.
You looked at him with a quizzical smile.
'Calm down,' he grinned. 'My belt's just digging in.'
He pulled his belt out from the loops and dropped it on the floor to the side.
You tried to stop yourself but you giggled.
'Hey, why don't you change if you're uncomfortable?' You said.
'Nah, it's fine. Just the belt,' he dismissed.
You shrugged and took your place again, cuddled up to his stomach. You stretched out your legs behind you, lying in your stomach diagonally across the bed.
'My toes are cold. Wish I'd worn socks,' you grumbled.
'Stick 'em under the sheets, then,' Rob said.
You slid your feet just under the covers before realising you were now actually IN his bed.
You nuzzled your face into his thighs, your top and hoodie now riding up and exposing the bare skin of your waist.
With only a second's hesitation, Rob moved his hand onto your waist and rested it there. He was warm against you.
He must have realised you weren't even bothering with the film anymore, but he just held you and realised how comfortable and relaxed you must be as your chest rose and fell steadily. He stroked your hair with his other hand.
You only felt yourself stirring from your sleep when Rob carefully shifted, lifting your head from his lap and swinging his legs out. He placed you gently back down and stood up.
Your consciousness swirled about your head in a haze and your limbs felt heavy, so you stayed where you were.
The bed was warm where his legs had been and you smiled, snuggling down. You were aware of the noise from the TV stopping and some shuffling about.
After a few minutes, you felt the mattress sink. His hand came gently onto your back and you realised this was the part where he asked you to leave and you had to drag yourself up and stumble your way back to your room.
He swept your hair from your face and stroked the back of his fingers against your cheek.
He said your name softly.
You sighed and your eyes fluttered open.
You rolled into your side to look up at him.
He was smiling down at you, his wavy hair all messed up.
He was now wearing a blue t-shirt and matching checked pyjama pants. He looked so good you wanted you pull him down and cuddle him.
You rubbed your eyes.
'I guess I should go,' you said, not masking the disappointment and lack of motivation for this action.
Rob shook his head. 'Nah, I can't turf you out when you look so cute and comfy. Just budge up so I got room.'
He lightly pushed you on your ribs with a cheeky smile.
You shuffled over, burrowing yourself deeper under the covers. You shivered at the change of temperature.
'It's cold over here,' you groaned, curling up into a ball.
Rob slid under the covers and lay propped up on his side.
'You'll soon warm up. You shouldn't sleep in a hoodie, though. You'll overheat.'
You looked at him with puppy eyes. He sighed, an affectionate smile taking over his face.
'I'll keep you warm.'
You grinned and shuffled about pulling your hoodie over your head without sitting up. You got a bit tangled up, so Rob helped you out. He used one hand to hold your shirt down and preserve your dignity, and the other to untangle the fabric and pull it over your head.
He looked at it with a smile before throwing it into the chair across the room.
'My little fan girl,' he muttered.
You shivered and hugged yourself as the cold air hit your arms. You let out a small, exaggerated whimper.
He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head.
'Come here. Roll over,' he said and you did, lying on your side facing away from him.
He lay down and pressed himself against your back, wrapping his arm around your middle and pulling you closer to him. His warmth flooded into you as you shivered.
'I got you,' he murmured into your ear.
He pulled the duvet up over you both and wrapped his arm around you again. His thumb rested on the bottom of your breast.
It didn't take long at all before you had stopped shivering and relaxed into Rob's warm embrace. Sleep began to fog over your brain.
Before it took you completely, you uttered the words 'thank you.'
He squeezed you and kissed your neck.
'You're welcome,' he whispered.
And you both drifted off into a peaceful, cocoa-filled sleep lying happily in each other's arms.
Warnings: talk of pregnancy. It’s not that graphic. Swearing.
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing Rob Benedict. We’ll see how it goes! This is something that I’ve had in my drafts for a while, and I’ve been looking for an excuse to post this, until I hit 150 followers! here is my thank you to all of you wonderful people who decided to follow me.
You were sitting on stage at a panel with Kim, Brianna, Osric, and Ruth when your water broke.
You tried to hide it the best you could, but the pain was getting to be a little too much. You looked to your left and saw Clif standing at the side of the stage.
You discreetly waved him over and he walked on to the stage,
“What’s wrong?” the bodyguard asked next to your ear.
You made sure the mic was by your side as you answered, “Get Rob, please. It’s urgent.”
The tone of your voice must have been enough to have Clif scurrying off the stage in search of your husband as you got a question directed towards you, “So, Y/N,” a fan said shakily. “When are you due?”
You laughed at the irony of the situation, but answered anyway, “The middle of next week.”
That was true, your twins weren’t due for another week. Apparently they had other plans.
The crowd whooped and hollered announcing the arrival of your husband Rob as he stepped out onto stage,
He gave he cheering fans a small wave, the majority of his focus was on you as he beeline towards your chair.
“Is everything okay?” he asked softly, worry evident in his eyes and voice. His hand came to rest on your protruding stomach.
You shook your head slightly, “I’m really regretting marrying you right now.”
He looked bewildered and dropped his hand, “Why?”
“Because you seduced me, got me pregnant with twins, and now my water has broken in front of hundreds of people,” you said with a slight whine as a contraction tore through your abdomen.
“Are you serious?” Rob’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
“Robert Benedict!” You hissed, “I’m sitting in my own puddle of water. Of course I’m serious!” You had the sudden urge to smack him upside the head with a chair.
Another contraction hit which made you grab Rob’s hand, hold on for dear life, and pray that you didn’t wince and make the fans worry. Rob made a face, and you knew your nails were digging into his palm painfully.
“How much time is left in this panel?” you squeaked as the contraction subsided.
“Half an hour.”
You nodded slowly, “I can make it. Just stay with me, yeah?”
Rob kissed your head softly, “Always.”
It didn’t take long for a fan to question Rob’s sudden appearance,
You handed him your microphone, “I’m God, I’m always watching.”
That got a laugh out of the fans and you.
“He just missed me,” you teased him with a slight smile.
The crowd laughed again. Rob turned to you and stuck his tongue out.
Everything was going quite well for being on stage in the middle of labor. The contractions were manageable, Rob’s presence definitely helping you calm down. Until the panel only had ten minutes left and a particularly nasty contraction hit you full force.
It made you drop your microphone and let out a string of expletives that you were glad only Rob could hear.
“Alright,” Rob said, taking your hand. He took Brianna’s mic away from her hands in the middle of a question, “Please excuse us while I take my wife to the hospital,” he practically threw the microphone back to Brianna and scooped you up in his arms.
“She’s in labor!” you hear Osric cry saw you were whisked off the stage and into the car you shared with Rob.
14 excruciating hours later, your twins were born.
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Square(s) Filled: Biker Au for @spnfluffbingo2019, Ocean for @spngenrebingo
Warnings: feelings of sadness, loss, general overwhelmedness (whatever you might be feeling right now), someone to make it better
Summary: Y/N goes to the beach daily looking for answers, and he is always there, just waiting to help
Pairing: Rob x Reader
Word Count: 571
Written for: @spnfluffbingo2019, @spngenrebingo
Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, thank you for the idea and for the beta. I heart you.
A/N: When Amanda threw an idea at me, just Rob and the ocean, I think we both had something totally different in mind, but my muse has been a picky little bitch lately, so this is what happened. I hope you enjoy it.
As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.
His motorcycle rumbled into the small parking lot just off the beach. Removing his helmet, he spotted her, almost like he knew she’d be there. He slowly walked in her direction.
She sat alone on the weathered bench. Her toes buried in the sand, shoes nearby. She looked worried, tense, sad and a thousand other emotions that he didn’t care to name. He’d seen that look before and knew it all too well. He watched her for another moment before taking a few steps forward, sliding onto the other end of the bench.
“Nice day,” he commented nonchalantly, knowing she probably didn’t want to talk anyway.
She hummed her agreement before slipping her shoes and socks back on. She glanced his direction, giving a halfhearted smile before running down the jogging path. His eyes followed her until she disappeared from view. She’ll be back, he thought as he walked toward his bike in the parking lot.
For a week, each day at the same time, as was his habit, he returned to the same spot. Each day for a week, she occupied the other side of the bench. Most days he simply smiled at her while they each took in the view.
“When does it stop?” she turned and asked abruptly.
“It doesn’t,” he shrugged. He knew it was rhetorical and she wasn’t looking for an answer. Maybe she was. Maybe that was why she came here each day, looking for answers.
“Does it ever get better?” she sniffed, turning back toward the ocean.
“I don’t know if it gets better, but each day gets less bad, in my experience,” he offered with a kind smile.
Shyly, she smiled back, but returned her gaze to the waves crashing against the shore.
“If you think about it, nothing really stops. The sun, the moon, the tide, time. But, it all serves a purpose,” he pondered out loud.
“Yeah, what’s that purpose?” she turned her head, a quizzical look on her face.
“Well, take the ocean for instance,” he waved his hand in front of them. “The way I see it, we can’t stop the waves, but we can learn to surf.”
A small laugh escaped her open mouth. “You know you’re a pretty wise man.”
“A beautiful girl told me that once,” he chuckled, winking at her.
“She must be smart, too,” she commented.
“I married her, so I like to think I’m the smart and lucky one. She’s still beautiful, though,” he slid closer to her on the bench.
“Thank you,” she moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder.
“What do you say we get out of here, take a ride up the coast?” he suggested.
“Just a few more minutes,” she replied, gazing up into his eyes. “You know what I like most?”
“Hmm? What’s that?” he asked.
“The ocean reminds me of your eyes and your eyes remind me of the ocean,” she commented. “Ocean blue, Robby.”
“Come on, sweet girl. Let’s take that ride,” he stood, pulling her to her feet in front of him. “We’ll have a nice view the entire ride.”
“My man, his motorcycle and the ocean blue,” she summarized. “Sounds like just what I need. Thanks for making this a less bad day.”
“Anything for my girl,” he kissed the top of her head, before placing her helmet on and securing the straps. “I’ll always be here to make the bad days better.”
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Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff, mentions of pregnancy, Rob being the best husband ever...did I say fluff? SeaCon cancellation
Summary: Snowy weather has got Rob trapped in Seattle, but he manages to surprise me.
Pairing: Rob x OFC ME (Robelina)
Word Count: 1086
Written for: @spnfluffbingo
A/N: This is unbeta’d. All mistakes are my own. I have been experiencing some writers block and put out the bat signal yesterday. Thank you to all that send me gifs or ideas. This one was inspired by @dolphincliffs: Hmm how about this - your gone for the day, not expecting him home because of the latest convention, but because it was cancelled, he decided to drive home (cause no flights) and surprises you - brings a tropical feel to your place - crank up the heat, kids at relatives, got some good take out, cover all the windows with pics of a tropical location, brings in a massage therapist to give you an awesome pregnancy massage with awesome smelling coconut oils. I literally cannot resist the urge to write some Robelina, especially when it comes in as a request from this one!
This fits snuggly into my Robelina universe: Say It Like That
I was exhausted and sore everywhere. I don’t remember being this uncomfortable when I was pregnant with Olivia. I pulled into the garage, shut off the engine and shut the garage door. I leaned my head against the steering wheel and yawned. I just needed to get the groceries unpacked, then I could take a nice long bath and crawl into bed with some tea.
I hauled myself up and out of the car, which, to be honest, was a struggle these days. Carrying a few extra pounds and another human at thirty-six weeks is no easy feat. Especially when I can’t see my feet. I shuffled around to the back of the car, popped the trunk and grabbed one bag. I made it to the door and pushed it open. I dropped the sack on the island and took a deep breath. The house smelled heavenly. Thank goodness for the cleaning lady I hired to help me once a week. She must have plugged in that diffuser I always forgot to fill.
“Babe?” I froze dead in my tracks.
“Rob?” I turned and walked toward the sound of my husband’s voice. He was walking toward me and stopped as he reached the doorway to the kitchen. He was beautiful and god, did I miss him. “I thought there weren’t any flights out?”
“There weren’t. I drove. I needed to be here. I needed to be home,” he confessed, moving closer and pulling me into his arms. “Jason and I drove, then he hopped a flight home.”
God I missed him. I was so worried about him. He had been stranded in Seattle when they cancelled the convention and couldn’t get a flight out. I let him pull me as close as we could get and I broke down.
“Hey, baby, don’t cry. Shhhh, I’m home now,” Rob whispered into my hair.
“I’m so happy you’re home,” I cried, pulling back to look into those blue eyes I loved so much. “I missed you so much. Wait...I talked to you every day. Why didn’t you tell me you were driving?!”
“I didn’t want you to worry any more than you already were,” he said, pulling me back into his arms. “Now, can you do me a favor? Go upstairs to the bathroom. I laid out a robe for you. Get changed into that, then go wait for me in the bedroom?”
“Rob, there’s groceries in the trunk still,” I protested.
“Please? I’ll get them and put them away,” he promised. I made my way upstairs, the aroma from the diffuser getting stronger. I pulled off my clothes, leaving them in a pile for later and slipped into the robe. I tied it high above my belly and shuffled across the hall to our room.
Opening the door, the shades were pulled and the room was dim, lit only by a few candles here and there. Soft music was coming from the speaker on Rob’s dresser. Rob stood next to a massage table and, Sarah, my regular massage therapist. “Sarah? Rob, why is Sarah in our bedroom?” Pregnancy had turned my normally sharp brain to a mushy paste.
“Babe, I called Sarah and asked her to come here to give you a massage. I know you have been busy taking care of the house and Liv, and me, and won’t make your own appointment, so I convinced her to make a house call,” Rob explained. He turned to Sarah. “Take care of my girls.”
I enjoyed a quick catch up with Sarah as she helped me up onto the table and settle comfortably with my ever growing baby bump nestled safely in the cutout. With a wonderful mix of lavender, ylang-ylang, ginger, chamomile, and frankincense essential oils, Sarah had me completely relaxed, my muscles giving way under her expert touch. The sounds I made were unholy and I was slightly embarrassed, knowing Rob was usually the only one that could get me to make noises like that.
A soft knock sounded at the door and I heard Rob’s voice. “How’re you doing, Red?”
“Soooo good. I’m keeping her until the baby comes,” I mumbled, face down in the table.
“Well, good. I mean, not permanently, but she is coming twice a week for the next couple months,” Rob informed me. “Happy Valentine's Day, baby.”
After my massage with Sarah, Rob helped me into something comfortable and led me downstairs to the kitchen. The first floor of the house smelled like coconut and fresh fruit. Jimmy Buffett was playing and there were two mocktails complete with little umbrellas. The table was set with pasta and a spinach salad with fresh strawberries and candied pecans and a vinaigrette, all from our favorite restaurant.
“I was gone for like two hours. How long have you been home and how did you do all of this?” I was stunned as I took a seat in the chair he pulled out for me.
“I called your mom,” he replied, a little sheepishly. “She said she would get Olivia from school and take her in the morning. They got a room for tonight so she is can swim. I knew you had a doctor’s appointment today, too. How did it go?”
“Good. Baby is growing like a weed. My blood pressure is slightly elevated, but other than that, good. Just over a month to go,” I replied, digging into the heavenly, creamy pasta in front of me.
“I know it’s a day early, but I wanted us to have a date night just us. Then we can celebrate with Liv tomorrow. Happy Valentine’s Day, Red,” he leaned over and kissed me.
“Did you really schedule Sarah for twice a week?” I asked, sipping on the wonderfully fruity frozen concoction.
“Yes, Mondays and Thursdays until the baby comes, then you can set the schedule with her after that,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
“That is a pretty extraordinary gift, Rob,” I eyed him from over the top of my bright blue umbrella.
“You’re a pretty extraordinary woman, Red. We’re starting a new journey together. Blending two families with this baby. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you or give you, if I can,” he professed.
“This baby is pretty lucky to have you for a daddy,” I smiled, though the hormones and emotions brought tears to my eyes.
“No, we’re the lucky ones,” he took my hand. “All of us are lucky to have you for a mama.”
Summary: The reader and Rob play a little game of Would You Rather while consuming adult beverages.
Word Count: 518
Warnings: Talk of natural disasters, fluff, possible illegal activities
Pairing: Rob x Reader College AU
Written for: @spnaubingo
Beta’d by: @evansrogerskitten and @supernatural-jackles; the best enablers on the planet and two people I could not live without!
A/N: This is an actual conversation (mostly, with some changes in the end) I had with Rob Benedict earlier this month. When the Superpower square popped up on my AU Bingo card, I knew I had to write it. Also, the gif below is technically Mount St. Helen’s, but play along with me people. The actual even I am referring to occurred in the 1600′s...B.C. (which was definitely BEFORE CAMERAS ;) see what I did there?).
“Okay, Y/N, your turn. Would you rather have the super power of mind reading or teleportation?” Rob asked. He was laying on his back in the middle of your living room, while you were stretched out on the couch.
It was a Thursday afternoon and after a grueling test, you both decided to take a much needed break. You and Rob headed back to your apartment just off campus and made Bloody Marys to reward yourselves. After a couple, you decided to play a game of Would You Rather.
“Teleportation,” you answered with no hesitation.
“Really? Why?” Rob sat up and looked at you.
“Think about it; no more long, expensive plane rides home to see our families. We decide, on a day like today for instance, we want to go to the beach? Bam, we’re there, soaking up some vitamin D. Or wait! I was watching this show on Netflix last night, ‘World’s Worst Disasters’ and there is one about volcanoes.”
“Did you know approximately three and half thousand years ago there was a volcano that erupted on the island of Thera, which is now Santorini? It literally tore the island apart! The blast was so catastrophic that it created a tsunami that devastated the island of Crete over seventy miles away! Not only that, but Crete was thought to be the location of the ancient Minoan civilization? I just think it would be fascinating to be able to travel to all these exotic or historic places and explore to my hearts content, then just pop on home! No baggage, no planes…Oh! Maybe swing on over to Rome when I was done.”
“Would you go through Customs?” Rob pondered aloud.
“No silly!” you shoved him playfully.
“But isn’t that illegal?” Rob quizzed you.
“Seriously, Robert?” you rolled your eyes at him. “‘sides, by the time they catch up to me, I’m already gone.” You looked at Rob, who still had a concerned look on his face. “Would it make you feel better if I brought you with me? You’ve always wanted to go to Rome...”
“Yeah, it would,” Rob smiled.
“Okay, Robby, would you rather have the power of mind reading or be able to fly?” you stared him down.
“Mind reading,” he stated.
“Why?” You threw his own question back at him.
“Because then I wouldn’t sit in your apartment drinking and playing silly games with you without knowing how you felt about me; I’d already know,” Rob took a gulp from his beverage.
“Robby, you’re the only one I want to play these silly games with,” you answered, sliding off the couch to sit right in front of him. “I like you, too.”
“We’ve been best friends for years, I more than like you,” Rob smiled, his face blushing under his beard.
“More than like?” you asked.
“Do you know what your real super power is?” Rob queueried.
“No, but I bet you’re going to tell me,” you giggled, feeling the effects of the afternoon cocktails.
“Making me fall ass over tea kettle for you,” Rob leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.
