because that one time benedict said he used to be in a band and i had to

Flashing Lights (part 3) - Benedict x reader

A/N: Well this was loads of fun to write. Especially the end because damn, the cumberbutt gets me every time. A huge thanks to @duskybatfishgirl for providing me with this post that inspired me profoundly, lol. Also, this week I might be slower on updates because of a few upcoming exams, but I promise I’ll make an effort. Just be patient, you guys, because a lot of good stuff is coming up ;D

Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch: Flashing Lights. I loved this fic. I was wondering if you could to do another one like it. But Benedict is going on the graham Norton show to promote Sherlock. And the reader is the surprise guest.

Word count: 2509
Warnings: none

Originally posted by cucumberbenny

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Trickster Times Two

Originally posted by bloodstained-porcelain-doll

Part 3 of “The French Mispeight” [part 1] [part 2]

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Words: 1300+

Beta-reader: @blessedbebucky

[General masterlist]

A/N: So this is my first and probably last time writing for actors, so I hope it’s okay. And don’t worry, there’ll be one or two more parts!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Oh. My. God.” The actor who played God managed to stutter out. “RICH?!”

Richard looked between Gabriel and Rob. “Hey, don’t look at me! I didn’t do this!”

“We’re in so much trouble…” You muttered, covering your face with your hands.

“Fellas-” Gabriel tried to add in.

“How else do you explain the doppelganger?!” Rob cried.

“Fellas!” Gabriel repeated, louder this time.

“You think I’m not freaking out?” Asked Speight, who was very clearly freaking out. “Because I’m freaking out!”

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A Soulmate to Remember chap 9

A/N- Hey guys! Just wanted you to know that my request box is open and empty

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Tags: @welcometothecity, @miss-nerdalots,@marvelsimaginess, @naturalnation123 , @suavehayes @nervouswastelandvoid (let me know if I missed you/you want to be tagged) so I can add you to the list! Hope you enjoyed!

TW: Churches? Otherwise, none

Y/N- Your name

L/N- Last Name

Word count: 1,848

Jason was standing outside of the Sanctuary, still speaking with Pastor Howard when you returned, dressed now your favorite sundress. Jason smiled at You and you blushed, Pastor Howard cleared his throat, “Why don’t the two of you enter, the service will begin in a few minutes.”

Jason offered me his arm, and You took it and we walked into the Sanctuary, your first thought was that Jason would lead you to one of the back rows, but to your surprise he took the two of you right up to the front and sat down right by your old Sunday School teacher. She smiled and waved to you before she and Jason made small talk. The small praise band started playing a few songs, having everyone quiet down and either sing or clap along. You may have mumbled along, feeling a bit too embarrassed to sing with Jason by your side.

  The songs ended and Pastor Howard stood up to speak,“Brothers! Sisters! It’s is a find morning to see you all and your smiling faces. I’d like to speak about a closely guarded topic- Soulmates.” Everyone seemed to hone in on him, not wanting to miss him speak on a topic that not a lot of preachers talked on, as Soulmates could match and still be the same sex, resulting in conflict within the church.

“I remember it just like it was yesterday. My family was new to Gotham, I was just a sixteen year old hooligan, my soul mark just appearing a week before. When we came to this church for the first time, the pastor greeted us with his daughter and the first words from her mouth were,"Welcome! We’re glad you’re here.” The words that were scrawled beautifully on my left thigh.“

  "To be honest, my mind went blank, I could not think of a single thing to say,” everyone laughed at his sheepish tone,“So I prayed right then and there ‘Lord, please let the next words out of my mouth be understandable!’”

   Pastor Howard laughed,“Unfortunately for me, they weren’t quite the best with, 'Thank you, glad to be here, I am.”

Everyone busted up laughing,“Thankfully, she was a big Star Wars fan, but more importantly, my future wife laughed and laughed, but gave me a big hug anyway. We had lunch with our very happy families that evening and the rest is history. Now we have two beautiful kids and three adorable grandkids.”

  “I can’t tell you why God decided to allow us Soul Mates. But I know that he wanted them to serve a purpose. Wether it’s to give us the better half to really give us the best life, or a scientific reason that allows us the have the best kids or live longer. Either would work. It always makes my heart very happy when Soul Mates find each other, because I know that they each have someone who will listen and march through this life with them no matter what. Those of you that have found yours, you know this to be true.”

“If you haven’t found your soul mate yet, I just want you to know that it’s okay. Wether you’re sixteen or eighty-eight, your soul mate is just as anxious to meet you, and God won’t let his sheep travel alone, for he is with you and is always working for your good.”

 Everyone either Amen-ed or clapped and you shifted in your seat, they would be winding down now. You’d get the benediction and be able to run away. It’d been a good forty-five minutes, and You were a bit surprised that Pastor Howard’s Sherman was so short. Until he turned to Jason and You with a smile, and dread settled in your stomach.

“Luckily, and I didn’t know this until about an hour ago, a young member of our congregation has found her soulmate! If you two would come forward, please?”

Reluctantly, You stood and dragged Jason to the front with Pastor Howard, he motioned to us,“You all know Miss. Y/N L/N, one of our nursery workers who has grown up with us, and her soul mate Mr. Jason Wayne!”

 Everyone either cheered, or clapped and there were a few Woo-Hoos from the Youth section from the kids that you have know since you graduated from the program a few years ago. You blushed and Jason ducked his head in discomfort, but had that famous Wayne fake smile anyway.

“Alright, Alright,” Pastor Howard waved them off and everyone quieted,“ I think we have embarrassed Asha enough, now receive this benediction….”

   You scurried to your seat, but Jason just sauntered over. Right after the benediction, and a few more songs, those around the two of you swarmed you to give their congratulations. You and Jason stood there for what felt like thirty minutes, but soon, everyone who had come up had said their piece and welcomed Jason.

  You pulled a stand of hair away from my face and turned to him,“Whew! That was a ride…”

“Shall we?” Jason asked offering me his arm, which you took.

“Where are we going?”

“My secret.”

   You grinned, and found that instead of his bike, Jason had opted to drive a fairly nice car, he opened the door for me and you thanked him, and the two of you were off to lunch. He had chosen a fairly well known local restaurant that made everything from scratch, and it was very hard to get a reservation. As you were taken to our seat and handed menus, I peeked over mine at him,“How’d you do this? It takes weeks for people to get a table…”

  Jason smirked,“Oh, you know, names have power. That and Dad gave the owner money to start up after they’d catered a few business meeting and he like the food so much. After it started he, Ma and I came and had lunch or dinner here everyday for a week, and the press caught him here every time. So it’s popularity sky-rocketed. So now, the whole family has at least one table available at all times.”

  You smiled,“That’s a sweet story.”

Jason nodded,“Yeah, those were the good old days.”

  “Since you’ve been here so much, what do you recommend?”

 Jason’s smile slid from a some-what fake one to a genuine one and he flattened my menu and started pointing at different food and why he liked it. By the end of his recommendations, we had basically gone through the entire menu. And when the waiter came back with our drinks we were debating about ordering almost everything on it. But I shot the idea down saying,“It’s just the two of us, we couldn’t possibly eat all of it. I say we just close our eyes and point and leave it to chance.”

 Jason smirked,“I like it!”

 So you did, and Jason ended up getting a Mac and cheese grilled cheese and you got a French dip sandwich. You took one bit of the sandwich and looked at Jason with wide eyes,“You weren’t kidding! This is delicious!”

  Jason beamed,“I’m glad you like it. Here wanna try mine?”

“Only if you get some of mine too,"and the two of you swapped half of your sandwiches for the other and you took a bite from his and giggled after you swallowed,"Geez, Now I can’t pick which is better.”

 Jason talked with you over your meal, mainly about what we did, you told him you didn’t know what you wanted to do with your life just yet so you were going through the community college program for Gotham and that you’d lived here your whole life. Your dad had been apart of the military and your mom was a teacher at Gotham Academy, which you had attended, but not with any of the Wayne children as they had with graduated way before you or had not been eligible due to age.

    You mentioned that you had been apart of the theatre program, Jason got excited and asked you which shows you had been in,“Not a lot. The teacher didn’t like me, so she only used me when she needed me. I did get one lead character my last year though. That was nice. My main focus was the more modern pieces, I struggled a little with Shakespeare and the really old plays like Antigone, but I liked them.”

 Jason nodded,“I’m a big literature and Theatre buff if I do say myself.”

“Really? That’s nice, what’s your favorite?”

“MacBeth is my favorite play, but I do like a good book now and again. Like Pride and Prejudice.”

   You smiled,“Didn’t think of you as a bookworm.”

   Jason shrugged,“Ma wanted me to have some passion, it just ended up being that.”

 The Owner walked up to us with a check, he was still wearing chef uniform as he still like to work back in the kitchen on occasion. He passed us the check and gave us his best smile,“It’s been a pleasure Mister Wayne, however, there are far more people with cameras outside waiting to pounce on you to lovely young people.”

 Jason eyed the door and did in fact see a bunch of people loitering, many more than considered to be normal. You looked back at Jason who placed enough money of the tab and left a tip for your waiter,“It’s been a pleasure as always Mr. Hark, however my lovely lady and I may have to escape the back way.”

  Mr. Hark nodded,“I see. Have a lovely day then!”

 Jason took your hand and motioned with his head to the back and we both raced through the kitchen and barged out of the back. The were pounding footfalls headed your way and Jason scooped you up in his arms and raced around the corner. You squealed in protest but hung into him regardless, and Jason managed to circle around the press and got us back to the car unnoticed. He set me down and opened my door again,“Thank you.”

 Jason leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek,“No problem, doll.”

  You blushed again but then Jason drove you home. He parked the car at the curb and glanced over at you,“Can I call you later?”

  You nodded,“Sure! I’d like that,” You leaned over and kissed his cheek before opening the door and climbing out,“Thanks for lunch and the ride!”

  You waved and turned, Jason pressed a hand to his cheek in shock.

Jason arrived back to the manor in a happy mood. Something that is rare for him, but when he walked into the kitchen he was supposed to see his brothers, Tim and Damian, dressed in suits, Tim looked off-put and Damian looked like he wanted to kill Jason, which was actually normal…

 Damian growled,“This is all your fault Todd!”

  Tim shot Jason a sympathetic look,“Dude. Run.”

  With that, pounding footsteps of heels were heard and all three boys turned to the door in terror. Mrs. Wayne entered the kitchen, her eyes blazing,“Jason Peter Todd Wayne I have been trying for years to get you to go to church with me. Years!”

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Ready Steady Part 16

This chapter is shitty and I apologize, I was stuck on where to go with the story, but the next chapters will be better.


Rob and Reader return home. They finally have time to catch up on what happened in each other’s lives while they were apart. They begin to come to terms with the idea of being parents.

Word Count: 4047

Warnings: just a lot of domestic fluff, maybe some swears, slightly angsty singing

Note: For the sake of the remainder of the fic, I’m using some old Louden Swain songs and making them new ones. Also, as you can tell, my reader is a singer/songwriter and a country girl at heart… so for her, instead of trying to write my own lyrics, I’m using songs by Miranda Lambert and claiming them as the reader’s own. Hey, this way, you can listen to the actual songs after you read!

In this chapter, Rob sings “Fair” as a song that he wrote when the reader broke his heart. Nice job reader, I hope you’re happy.

Another Note: I wrote this while I was hungover. It might be terrible, but I tried. It’s just a little something fluffy before the real angst kicks back in.

Catch up: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14  Part 15

Originally posted by robben-addicted

You drifted in and out of sleep that night. Feeling much better than you had before visiting the ER, but still weak and unable to rest completely. The nausea hadn’t returned yet and honestly, your biggest fear was that it would return eventually. You were told that this condition could go on for some time, and future visits to the hospital were a possibility. Perhaps this underlying fear of having to feel that way again is what was bringing you out of your sleep throughout the night. The only thing that made your restlessness bearable was realizing that every time you stirred, Rob was right there with you. He too would wake each time you did; placing gentle kisses to your forehead and mumbling soothing words to you until you relaxed again. Even as the sun began to peek through the blinds in the early morning hours; he was still there, tracing circles along your back, until you were eventually able to rest again.

The next time you woke up, it was because a slight twinge of nausea had returned. You whimpered, realizing that it wasn’t over yet. This time, when you looked to Rob for support, he wasn’t there to console you. You felt your heart race when you realized he was not next to you, wondering what you had done this time to make him want to leave you. You reached for your phone to check the time and when you realized it was late in the afternoon, you felt the panic begin to fade. You knew he was here somewhere, he just didn’t sleep in as late as you had.

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Meditation: On the Nature of Attachment

A SWTOR story, in the universe of Equivalent Exchange.

She is a Jedi first, always. She tells herself it is better that way.

(I indirectly blame @darthyaoi for this one. I found myself oddly defensive of Satele Shan this week, and this was the result.)


Meditation: On the Nature of Attachment

It’s better this way.

Her mother wanted to marry, they say, wanted it so badly she argued her case to the Council. (Defiance runs in their blood, she supposes, all the way back to Revan and Bastila three hundred years ago. The Shans were never much for following rules when it came down to it.) Satele was only a child, then, no more than three when Tasiele stopped visiting the crèche, and she didn’t understand why- only that one day she was there, the pretty woman who used to feed her sweets when the crèchemaster wasn’t looking, and the next she wasn’t.

She doesn’t hear the word exiled until she is ten and then it’s a whisper, mouth to ear, two Masters’ eyes following her as she walks through the temple corridor. She knows enough by then, from other whispers, to understand, and twists her Padawan braid anxiously around one finger.

At nineteen she inherited her mother’s journals, leatherbound books written in copper-plate script, a note tucked into the first volume. For my daughter. A final defiance.

Her mother was strong.

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From Con to Con (Part Seventeen)


Part Sixteen

A/N: Woke up feeling refreshed so I finished editing this chapter! Wooo! (Yay for not having work today!) Hope you all have a lovely day. 

Word Count: 9,491

Warnings: kissing, language, discussion of horrible boyfriends and sex, protective friends

The past two weeks had been amazing. Going on dates with Rob and spending almost all your time with him was everything you hoped it would be like. Ever since you returned back home to L.A. after the Houston convention, you had spent almost your time with him. There had been times that you had to pinch yourself to make sure that you hadn’t made everything up but it was definitely real.

Nothing had changed really now that you two were a couple, except for being able to kiss Rob, and that was something you quiet enjoyed. You felt comfortable with Rob, really comfortable with him and you knew that this was what a relationship was supposed to be like. To think, you could have been in this relationship earlier if you hadn’t been so self-absorbed in your own thoughts. That was the past though and you wanted to focus on your relationship with him instead. The bubble that you and Rob had put around yourself since coming home from the Houston convention did eventually have to break and here you were at another convention.

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Just You

Originally posted by hunters-hiraeth

(gif just because he’s cute)

Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Rob Benedict x reader
Warnings: Rob isn’t married in this. Jason Manns is reader’s BFF. Slight angst, fluff.
Type: One-shot
Word Count: 3,378
A/N: This is my fic for @iwantthedean‘sTwo-Prompt One-Shot Challenge! I would have had this written sooner but I knew that seeing Rob at the Station Breaks concert in Georgia would give me an idea, and it did. Also, work got in the way, which is why this is a little late. (In-concert dialogue edited to fit the tone.) My prompt is in bold. Enjoy!

You hadn’t told Rob you’d be at the show tonight. It was supposed to be a surprise for the whole band, but a week before the concert Jason had stumbled across the plane ticket you had left sitting on top of your dresser. You grin at the memory. You had nearly choked on toothpaste when he came into the bathroom, eyebrows raised in an incredulous expression.

“This is real, right?” he’d asked.

You had rolled your eyes, rinsing your mouth before answering, “No, dummy, it’s a Monopoly plane ticket. Yes, it’s real. Surprise.”

There are no secrets between you two. Even when you try to keep something from one another, it’s nearly impossible to hide it for long. You’ve been best friends with Jason for what felt like your entire life, even though the two of you met when you were in sixth grade and he was in eleventh. The school you attended went from sixth grade up through twelfth, and it was a group of heckling seniors that Jason protected you from. Regardless of the five years between you two, he quickly became a brother-figure and a best friend.

When he discovered that you’d be flying from California to Georgia just to see the show, you made him promise not to tell Rob. He agreed, but of course the rest of the band knew within the hour. So as you take your seat at the top of the wooden stadium seats in the back of the small room of Eddie’s Attic, you know that the texts coming through to your phone are from four of the five members of the Station Breaks.

Sure enough, you have five unread messages. One each from Billy, Cooper, and Kiel (who is filling in for Humphreys), and two from Jason. The first three express similar sentiments hoping you enjoy the show. The two from Jason make your heart beat a little faster.

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Like the Heart Goes Chapter 6: If I put it in song, will my heart still heal?

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Summary:Breaking up is hard. Especially when you are going through it publicly. Rob and Reader are doing just that; trying to navigate the difficulties of an emotional breakup while still trying to remain civil enough to work together, and adding inquisitive fans and over involved friends to the equation certainly isn’t helping.

Reader finally reaches her breaking point.

Word Count: 2469

Warnings: angst

Catch Up:  Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3 Chapter 4  Chapter 5

The last thing you wanted to do was be a part of the Saturday night concert. The entire convention up to this point had been terrible for you. You had managed to avoid Rob for most of it, and you were sure he had intended to do the same anyway. Now, you had to take part in this concert that was actually a big deal on the circuit. You had considered backing out of singing tonight, but it was something that you, as well as many of the other actors, just did. It was expected. If you chose not to sing with Rob tonight, you would be ending a 2-year long streak of performing with the band at every convention. Just this once, you decided to go with it. After tonight, you weren’t so sure if being a part of this night would be a good idea anymore.

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Better Than Willow (Rob Benedict x Reader)

A/N: Do you ever have those times when you start writing a one shot and by the end of it you’re just like why the heck did I write this? Yeah. That’s me with this one. Welp. 

“I’ll see you Monday.”

“Man, I just feel so bad for Willow! She’s in love with Xander and he’s just a doof.” said Rob, leaning back against the couch opposite of you. It was a Friday night, and you and Rob were sitting on the floor of your living room, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It was another one of those nights when you didn’t have anything else better to do.

You were a recurring character on Supernatural, a witch turned hunter, and the fans had just adored you. You had known Rich for years, but only met Rob and others through the conventions. Over time R2 had become your best friends.

One little problem.  A problem that only Rich knew and he had been sworn to secrecy.

You had fallen in love with Rob.

I mean, who could blame you? Those piercing blue eyes; that laugh. He was the most genuine and kind person you have ever met.

God damn your heart, it’s always causing you problems.

“Man, it must suck, falling in love with your best friend and they’re just oblivious.” said Rob, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, I would know.” you said softly to yourself, not really thinking before speaking.

Rob choked up on his drink, obviously hearing your words and making a connection.

Rich was married, he wasn’t.

“Wait, what?” asked Rob, immediately grabbing the remote and pausing the show.

Your eyes went wide, realizing what you just did.

“Uh, nothing! I mean, it must really suck, especially being best friends and all, ha.” You reached over to grab the remote.

“Let’s just keep watching, shall we?” you asked. But it was Rob, you should have known better than to think he would drop it.

“Oh hell no,” Rob grabbed the remote before you could, “what do you mean, ‘you would know’?”

“Um…” you scratched the back of your neck, bringing your knees up close to you; something you always did when you were nervous.

“Do you, um, do you, do you have feel-.” I cut him off.

“Can we, can we just forget that the past 2 minutes never happened?” You took a swig of your beer. Dear God you could be an idiot sometimes.

Rob slumped back, a defeated look on his face.

“Well… if you’re sure.” He knew you as well as you knew him. Rob grabbed the remote again, turning the show back on.

Oh great, now you’ve done it.


Rob and Rich sat at a table in a bar, beers in front of both of them. The first con of the year was coming up, and the two co-hosts needed to preplan.

However, Rob had other things on his mind.

“Hello, earth to Bob-o? Robbie you still on the planet here or?” asked Rich. He could tell his best friend had zoned out.

Rob shook a little, coming to.

“Huh, what?” he asked.

“Pretty sure you haven’t heard anything I’ve said in the last five minutes.” said Rich.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I just. Ugh.” Rob laid his forehead on the table.

“What’s on your mind, Bob-o?”

Rob looked up, being careful of his words. He didn’t know if Rich knew about Y/N.

Fuck it.

“How long has Y/N been in love with me?”

Rich choked on his drink.

“Is in love the right term? I mean. Ugh. How long has she had feelings for me?”

Rich sat his glass down, not saying a word. He had to be careful on what he said as well.

“I was wondering when you were gonna bring it up.” he said.

“She told you?” asked Rob. I mean, he had assumed, but it had been about a week since he had seen you.

“Are you kidding, she was banging down my door as soon as you had left.” said Rich.

“Rich, I left her house at one in the morning.”

“I know.”

Rich sighed.

“Remember that time you were totally obsessed with that girl from Jason’s show? How Y/N did whatever she could to help you get her attention?”

“Buddy, that was nearly 3 years ago.”

“Dude, why do you think she tried so hard to help?”

Rob’s eyes went wide in realization. You had sat with him with every idea, stayed by your side when you were just plain old frustrated.

Slamming his fist on the table slightly, Rob slid back in his chair, again frustrated.

“Dammit, Y/N.”

“What is it?” asked Rich.

“I fell in love with her a year later.”


“Thank you! Goodnight!” said Rob on stage. It was Saturday night, and the annual Saturday Night Special had just ended.

The band navigated backstage, joining the rest of the group.

“Alright, everyone ready to get back to Briana’s room?” asked Kim, ready to head towards the annual after show gathering. A crowd of murmured yesses went through the room. People slowly headed out, you stood up, ready to follow.

“Hey Y/N? Wait up?” You turned around. It was Rob, the last one in the room as he was still packing up his guitar.

It was also the same Rob that you haven’t had the courage to speak to for the past two weeks.

“Um. Sure.” Rich gave you a look as he stood by the door.

“Talk. To. Him.” He mouthed at you, before leaving.

“No.” Rich groaned at you, but left, leaving just you and Rob. After a few moments, he closed the case, leaving it in the corner for the next day. He walked toward you, offering his arm.

“Ready to go?” You laughed slightly, taking his arm.

“Lead the way.”

The two of you walked in silence, making your way to Briana’s hotel room. After a while, Rob spoke up.



“Y/N, were you ever gonna tell me?” asked Rob.

You sighed.

“No, not really.” you said.

Rob sighed, laughing slightly as he sat down on a bench in the lobby. He pulled you down with him.

“Man do I feel like a dick.” said Rob. He set his head in his hand, pushing his hair back.


He turned towards you, grabbing your hand in his.

“That girl from Jason’s show.”  

“Oh, that.”

“Yeah, that.” said Rob.

You looked down, not really knowing what to say.

“Hey, look at me, please.” Rob reached his hand out, lifting your chin up.

“It’s okay.” Rob leaned in, apparent to kiss you.

Was this really happening? The man you’ve been striving for for almost three years? It couldn’t be. You jumped up.

“Don’t.” you said, stepping back.


“You’re my best friend Rob; I don’t need you to pity me.”

“Do you really think that low of me to believe that I would actually do something like that?” asked Rob, both surprised yet slightly offended. You didn’t really know what to say to that.

“God, Y/N. I wish you would have told me sooner. I wish you didn’t stay by my side when I was obsessed with that random girl. I wish you would have given me a slap in the face and maybe then I would have realized sooner. But no, I didn’t realize it till a year later.”

You looked down at your feet, crossing your arms in solace.

“Realize what?”

Rob stepped forward, using one arm to hold you against him and using the other to again lift up your chin. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, giving you the thing you’ve been waiting years for.

Eventually, he stepped back, looking directly into your eyes. You looked into his.

“I’m in love with you too.”

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Gotham EP on Darkness, Light, Ra's al Ghul & Barbara Kean's Evolution
Danny Cannon discusses the arrival of R'as al Ghul to Gotham, the evolution of the Riddler and how Jerome was cast.

“Gotham” executive producer and frequent director Danny Cannon isn’t just the person responsible for the visual look of the stylized pre-superhero series. As one of the show’s’ regular writers, he also has a strong hand in the series’

With “Gotham” returning Monday, April 24 to close out its third season, Cannon joined a small group of press to reveal some of the secrets of the remaining episodes – and to hold tightly onto a few bombshells to be dropped along the way.

On the evolution and endgame of the current season:

Danny Cannon: At the beginning, we had two agendas. We had Bruce Wayne really needing to confront his parents’ death, and where that leads him, and the rabbit hole we went down in the Court of Owls, which plays out completely at the end of the season – and then turns into something else.

Then the other one was Ed Nygma, finally. Right from the pilot to this point, we’ve been adding to him. He’s been evolving gradually, whether it’s wardrobe, hair, makeup, glasses, props — but more than anything, what Cory was really good at doing was body language. You find this man’s confidence, do you know what I mean? And his confidence to say, like so many villains in the DC [Comics] canon, “I shall not be ignored. I shall be brave enough to be more than human.”

I think that’s what the theme of the season was. It was like metamorphosis. Bruce Wayne is metamorphosing into an adult now, and so is Ed Nygma… it’s just Ed Nygma is more psychotic and violent.

On the reveals that Ra’s al Ghul is coming to Gotham:

It’s a shame. We wanted Ra’s to be really a big surprise, because it’s a great intro, but these things get out. But the idea of like, how does the journey with the Court of Owls end? With ancient mysticism. They are such a political party, a Machiavellian, Borgia kind of world, that we wanted to go more mystic, and go back centuries and talk about history and stuff like that – which is the next evolution of our villain; which Ra’s is really good for that.

So that’s where that comes in, and that — really, the end of the season is about, just when you thought you found the bottom of the rabbit hole, just when you know what’s in the shadows, comes guys who live in the shadows.

On possible plans for more Jerome:

Jerome – oh, I don’t know! He didn’t die, though, did he? I just can’t get enough of Cameron [Monaghan].

What happened was, I did an episode — I wanted to do a comedy, except people thought they didn’t think I was funny. But John Wells did, and I said, “I like ‘Shameless.’” He said, do an episode of “Shameless.” I did an episode of “Shameless.” I love that show, and I love that cast — it’s the only episode of something I’ve done where I’ve haven’t written it or done the pilot. I met Cameron on that. I walked in and somebody said that they liked this idea of this character from a circus. I was like, “Dude, I know the guy. I know the guy!”

That’s happened twice on the show for me. Anthony [Carrigan], who plays Victor Zsasz, was the other guy. “I’ve got the guy. We’ve got him.” That’s a nice feeling.

On the rumored evolution of Barbara Kean – possibly into Harley Quinn:

I can’t. I can’t. All I can tell you is, the great thing, the joy of working with Erin is the range. The reason we changed her character, [is] because we knew what she could do. We’re like, “We can’t keep you in one place. You’ve got to keep evolving.” So she’s going to evolve again. That’s all I can tell you.

On walking a tonal line between the dark and macabre and the intentionally humorous:

We all feel like we’re on that line. When you read the scripts, you all feel like you’re on the same page. You all feel like you’re doing that. It’s just a tiny, little shove. When you’re dealing with a world that you want to be real, but it’s an alternative reality, it’s lost in time, any little shove that way or that way takes you – it’s really hard to tread that.

It’s very hard to get writers who completely get that world, directors who get that world, and to get day players who can come in and play the scene with these guys who have really embraced the world as well. Just sometimes, if you have a dark scene with a director who’s dark, and a dark line, in a dark work, just one little tip that way, sometimes in the cutting room we’ve gone, ooh, whoa. It’s weird. It’s like playing in a band, and somebody just plays a riff along with you, they’re playing exactly the same chords, but he plays it like Twiggy in Manson’s band.

I wrote that Mad Hatter episode. It was good to go down that path for a little while, because when you think about what this guy does for a living, it’s creepy as hell. But at the same time, that was definitely in the cutting room going, “Ooh….”

So hence you’ve got, later on, you’ve got him using rhyme a lot more, and being in a different balance. It’s not like a movie where you can spend six months in the cutting room, or six months writing, or two years writing. We write these things, and it’s barely dry, and people are saying it on set. Then the writer walks by the cutting room, and they’re saying his words in a scene, and it’s been cut, and two weeks later it’s on the air. So walking that thin line of what is “Gotham,” it only takes one little shove one way or the other and the tone shifts.

Surprise - Part 1 (Dedication for Rob Benedict’s Birthday Today!)

Pairing: Rob Benedict x reader
Word Count: 3,498
Warnings: fluff, drinking, surprises, smut
Authors: Sam, @totallysupernaturaloneshots​ (Becca), @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll​ (Caitlyn)
Request: This anonymous request was passed onto me by @totallysupernaturaloneshots​ — reader is Rich’s sister and has known Rob for a while. One night after a party at Rich’s, Rob confesses his feelings for her and it ends up in some cute smut ;).
A/N: I was so excited to write this! It was a lot of fun! There will definitely be more parts to this!

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Scoundrel (Rob Benedict x reader)

Characters: Rob Benedict, Reader

Word Count: 1,052

Summary: Just a little drabble…reader works on the SPN set and attracts Rob’s attention by doing her hair like Princess Leia. 

Originally posted by hunters-hiraeth

   It was one day after Carrie Fisher had passed away so in her honor, Y/N put her long Y/H/C hair up for work in the famous Princess Leia buns. She used a shitload of bobby pins, more than she had ever had in her hair at one time but it was worth it. Everyone she worked with said her hair looked cute, even the older lady who always found something to gripe about.
      Y/N worked on the set of Supernatural as a Best Girl Grip. She had been with the show since it started and was damn good at her job. There had been murmurs that she would be promoted to Gaffer but she didn’t want that; she was content with her job. Especially when it got her close to Rob Benedict, the actor who played God/Chuck Shurley, on the show. Y/N had been nursing a crush on him since he started on the show almost eight years ago. Whenever she realized that shed been mooning over him for such a long time, she would feel idiotic and start to troll dating sites. Nothing ever worked out, though, and she would end up back at square one, desperately trying to think of a good reason to approach Rob and strike up a conversation.
      There was one day that Rob had finished shooting his scene early but stuck around for some unknown reason. They ended up discussing a cornucopia of subjects, including music. She asked him what his favorite band was and he surprised her by saying Pavement, a band she hadn’t heard of. Y/N prided herself on being uber knowledgable about music so she said she would check them out after work. That night, she was shocked to find a Facebook message from him telling her which songs to start with. The fact that he remembered their conversation meant the world to her. She ended up downloading most of their discography and she listened to it whenever she could, hoping he would ask her about it. Sadly, he hadn’t. It was almost as if the conversation never happened.
     Today had started out bad and progressed to worse; Y/N was having an issue with a lighting rig that refused to co-operate. She had exactly two hours to get it working before it was time to film. She was so stressed and aggravated that she didn’t see Rob walk onto the set. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that she looked up, a scowl on her face that disappeared quickly when she saw him. “Oh, hey,” she managed. He was in street clothes: black jeans, sneakers, and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at her.
      “You,” he said, pointing at her, “look super cute today.”
      “Thanks,” she beamed, her stomach suddenly a convention of butterflies. He raised his eyebrows at her before walking away towards wardrobe. A grin that had a life of it’s own spread across Y/N’s face. She couldn’t focus on the amazing comment for too long, however, as her time was running out.  She tinkered and cussed for at least an hour before she heard, “You need some help,” from behind her.
       “No, I’m good. Thanks,” Y/N answered tersely without looking to see who was speaking. She went to hook up the wires she had been working on but the mystery man stepped forward, blocking it with his body. She was shocked when she saw it was Rob. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. “What are you doing?”
       “Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I’m all right.” Y/N had to bite her lip to hide her smile as she recognized the Han Solo line from Empire Strikes Back. 
        “Occasionally, maybe,” she replied. Rob’s wide grin almost made her break character but she forged ahead, “when you’re not acting like a scoundrel.”
       “Scoundrel? Scoundrel?” Rob moved closer to her and his smile got bigger, more devilish. “I like the sound of that.” He took another step towards her and she involuntarily stepped back, her back hitting the cold metal shelf behind her. She shivered as a chill ran through her.
       “You’re trembling,” he told her, reaching out and capturing her hand in his.
       “I’m not trembling.”
       “Maybe it’s because I’m a scoundrel.” Rob leaned in, his voice getting husky. Y/N was torn between staying where she was and seeing how this played out or ducking and running. “There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.”    
        “I happen to like nice men.” She barely got the line out; her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry.
        “I’m a nice man.” He was leaning closer, his ocean colored eyes on hers.
        “No, you’re not, you’re…” She stopped because in the movie that was where Han kissed Leia. But Rob didn’t kiss her. He just continued to stare at her. “Okay, maybe you are a nice ma-“ He moved so fast, Y/N didn’t see it coming. His lips were on hers in a hard kiss and his arms circled around her body, pulling her closer. She kept expecting someone to come over and interrupt them a’la C3P0 but no one did. The kiss grew deeper and she found her hands sliding up the back of his neck and into his hair. She moaned against his lips and he let his tongue find hers.
       When he finally pulled away to breathe, she looked up at him. He smiled down at her, licking his bottom lip. “You taste like mint,” he pointed out.
       “You taste like scotch.” Rob laughed. “Yeah, I might have had a shot or two before I came over. Glad I did, though, or I never would have had the courage to go through with that.”
       “Then I’m glad you did, too,” Y/N beamed, her hand still entwined in his thick, curly hair. Her face burned where his beard has rubbed against her skin but she didn’t mind at all.
       “So…” Rob chuckled and stepped back, rubbing the hand he still held with his thumb. “I’m gonna let you get back to finishing this but…can I take you to dinner tonight when we’re all done?”
       “I would love that,” she answered.
       “I know,” he smirked as he walked away.

Like the Heart Goes Chapter 14: You can’t have it all, but you take it anyway

Pairing: Past Rob Benedict x Reader, Adam Fergus x Reader

Summary: Breaking up is hard. Especially when you are going through it publicly. Rob and Reader are doing just that; trying to navigate the difficulties of an emotional breakup while still trying to remain civil enough to work together, and adding inquisitive fans and over involved friends to the equation certainly isn’t helping.

Reader is at her wits end. Both of the men in her life are behaving strangely. Fans are starting to ask the questions that she only hoped she could avoid. Just when she thinks convention weekends couldn’t get any more awkward, she is proven wrong.

Word Count: 3347

Warnings: angst mostly, moody men

Note: I am fully aware that “Dearly Departed” is Rob and Emily’s song at SNS, and I love it so much that I love the idea of Rob and Reader singing it. It just seems like such an “ex lover” kind of song.

Catch Up:  Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7 Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12  Chapter 13

At least Adam had kept his promise. Throughout the following weeks; he did call and he called often. You never ran out of things to talk about, and you looked forward to hearing his voice each day. You realized quickly that you were almost becoming dependent on him. When he didn’t call, you pouted; when he did call, you stopped what you were doing so that you could talk to him. You knew it was turning into the same thing that you had just gone through with Rob. You didn’t want to fall back into the same life, waiting around for a guy and giving up what you were doing just so you could talk to him.

You couldn’t help yourself though. Even though you were fully aware of how desperate and pathetic you seemed, you continued to behave this way. You had been so used to doing these things, you sort of felt that to keep Adam’s interest, you had to do the same for him.

When the next convention had rolled around, you were happy to hear that Adam had indeed been scheduled last minute to appear, filling in for Osric who had to back out at the last minute. It had been a couple of weeks since Adam had surprised you and showed up in L.A. and you were honestly happy to see him again.

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Part 4 to my Rob x Reader series! (It’s probably a bit too late to say this, but obviously Rob is single in this series. No wife or kids. Okay? Lol.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 right here, lovies!

Tagging: @lacqueluster @sammyxorae @twoeggsonehart @robbenedictxreader @robbenedictandco @fand0maniac @clever-girl-velocistar237 @baritonechick @ncisgothchick @madelineannmolder @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @spnackleholicswainer @kimsfandoms @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll @samanthasmileys @tiffanycaruso @lexie-loo-2000 @kangdaesungofficial @drunkkarkitty @forever-a-docete @robben-addicted @just-antiyou @collectivekiera @supernatural508 @dont-hate-relate-pls @your-not-invisible-to-me @i-dont-understand-that-url @feelmyroarrrr @mishasminionme @that1awkwardfangirl @wevegotworktodo 

Author: @totallysupernaturaloneshots

Word Count: 2,286

Characters: Rob x Reader, Grayson

Pairing: Rob x Reader

Warnings: Just an overall sadness, really. Mentions of blood and violence. Maybe some angst at the end as well.

Your name: submit What is this?

Summary: The day of the reader’s best friend’s funeral has finally arrived.

Originally posted by raquel-lostgirl

Originally posted by personal-boogeyman

(I can’t get over how adorable he is, okay?!)

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Because Awkward

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Words: 1093
Requested by @sammyxorae:  Ok so can you write a one shot with rob benedict x reader where they both like eachother but they’re both really awkward about it, and then one day they finally confess and get caught making out by richard who starts teasing them about it? Thank you! 

Originally posted by personal-boogeyman

You were sitting in the middle of the floor backstage at the con, giggling at Rob telling a random story that had happened on set during the previous season. You couldn’t stop watching him and laughing. Everything he said made you laugh. And if you weren’t listening and laughing, you were watching him from afar. But those times were okay too because when you looked at him, he was always looking back at you.

           “Rob, we need you on stage,” one of the crew said.

           Rob stood up, “Guess that’s my cue. Umm … Y/N, you could watch … if you want. You don’t have to or anything.”

           You smiled up at him, “I always watch you. I mean, the band,” you stammered, “I umm … I like the music.”

           “Awesome,” he smiled, holding out his hand to help you stand up from the floor, “I like that you like it.”

           “You two are worse than middle schoolers,” Richard teased, walking by Rob to go to the stage.

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Snapchat - Part 1

Pairing: Osric x reader
Word count: 1,135
Warnings: None
Authors: Sam and Brittiny @crowleysplaythings
Authors Note: So this is my very first fanfiction! I collaborate with Brittiny and I’m so happy that she helped me! I welcome all feedback and positive criticism!
Summary: Your grad classes just ended and you’re bored out of your mind. Since you have Snapchat, you decided to add the members of Supernatural to see what they’ve been up to. You send a picture to a cast member with no hopes of them responding, but low and behold, one of them do. Which leads to something more.

You’ve been lounging around the last couple of days since your first year of graduate school ended, and now it was summer. Most of your friends were either working full-time at other places or went on vacation. Except you. You couldn’t have a full-time job because your graduate assistantship paid for your tuition and stated no outside job, so with that said, you were stuck at home… at your parent’s house.

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so i’m back from minncon!! or rather ROB PLS LET ME LIVE…CON

so to start out, i’ll explain this con’s comic a little better! after the SNS, i stayed around for quite a while talking and meeting up with friends i haven’t seen in a long time! it was really great, until security kicked us out at about 1AM. i lamented and realized i had no one to walk back with, but the trek was only about a block away, so i figured “eyyy, what could happen in that time”

…and then about 2/3 of the way there, i thought i was being abducted by the government because of a GIGANTIC shiny black SUV that was approaching me. TURNS OUT it wasn’t the gov’t, swain was actually headed back at the same time i was! i was spotted and shouted at, and bid farewell by the band. SO I LIVED! and i told them they scared the shit outta me the following afternoon bc i thought The Man was after me and billy said i deserved to have nice things shouted at me from strange vehicles. i then died

ALSO, I DID AS I PROMISED. i got rob’s auto, brought him god’n’gabe 3, and told him in exchange i wanted to know if it was cool to get a Robert Patrick Benedict original piece. a stick rob. HE WAS SO EXCITED, THOROUGHLY AGREED, AND ONE-UPPED ME BY MAKING IT MORE THAN A STICK MAN. he also walked me through his process, said it was all in the way he adds his beard, and told me if i needed any art lessons to give him a call. i told him i was honored 

AND SPEAKING OF AWFUL THINGS, i’d heard the photographer good mr. schmelke needed to talk to me, and it was literally just to shut me down in compliment form. he insisted we take a selfie, and we proceeded to make fun of my shitty phone. and i got a swain op with @truebluecas THAT WAS A MESS. a mess. we wanted to do the End of Song Rock Jump ™ but strob couldn’t nail the jump timing. we decided on a jump on silent 3, did 3 takes, got a workout, and 3 hilarious photo prints out of it. my face, you guys. it says it all

so in as short as possible, the rest of the con was great. i asked bri about the cat that sharted on her, and got the 1st q of the koc panel! turns out a composer from spn is helping on the OST for the show YEA!! i livetweeted stephen norton messing around during the entirety of J3′s panels, but i spent about 85% of my time vending. which, btw, EVERY SINGLE BOOK SOLD OUT. so that’s incredible. and it was so great to see so many of you in person. seriously. thank you for everything.

road tripping with @neven-ebrez and @benny-la-phat was a BLAST (despite my incredibly telling and embarrassing sunburn + 3 near-death experiences i was surprisingly calm during) and i roomed with all sorts of fantastic people i’m happy to call friends now. they found out i REALLY love cake.

SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG-WINDED, but honestly, to everyone that stopped by and visited me, bought things, gave me freakin’ hAND-MADE GIFTS, OR just wanted a hug–thank you. you made this con, per usual. i hadn’t been feeling so hot lately, but i can’t deny it, none of you picked me up from it. no, you THREW me from it. i am eternally grateful!!

Like the Heart Goes Chapter 5: Remember that time we fell in love?

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Summary:Breaking up is hard. Especially when you are going through it publicly. Rob and Reader are doing just that; trying to navigate the difficulties of an emotional breakup while still trying to remain civil enough to work together, and adding inquisitive fans and over involved friends to the equation certainly isn’t helping.

Note: Some backstory for you.

Word Count: 1906

Warnings: angst

Catch Up:  Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4

You had joined the convention circuit shortly after your first appearance on Supernatural. At the time, you weren’t sure how your role would play out since most characters didn’t stick around long. Luckily for you, your character quickly became a fan favorite. Before you knew it, you were working regularly on the show and had eventually become a permanent guest at the conventions. This opportunity was something that you really loved about your job. Not only did you get to meet fans, but you were also able to develop relationships with other actors who weren’t Jensen, Jared, or Misha. That’s not to say that you didn’t love the guys, but it was great to meet other actors from the show.

You had quickly formed close relationships with many people that you never actually got to act with. Upon your very first convention, one of the first people that you had met was Rob. You could recall the butterflies you felt the moment he introduced himself to you; that big smile that accentuated his laugh lines, those piercing blue eyes, and that laugh. You immediately knew that he was going to be trouble, you just didn’t realize then how much he would change your life.

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