Silver Springs (Rob Benedict x Reader)
Rob is your best friend and you’re his, but he has no idea how in love you are with him and it’s tearing you apart.
This is based on the song Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac, so any
singing in the fic is from that song and i recommend you listen to it
before you read this.
Warnings: Angst, angst and more angst. Some fluff, smut.
Word Count: 5,243 words (im so sorry lmao)
The rain that had previously been relentless, tapping against the windows of the building had become all but background noise as I padded bare-foot past the large room. I had wanted to collect something from my bedroom, but the silvery small tones coming from the room had me stop in my tracks. Her voice was quiet and the rain almost drowned her out, but I could still hear her words clearly. I fixated on the sound of her voice, it was almost a whisper like she was singing for herself and her alone. I gingerly gave the door a light push with my index finger, wanting to see her as she sang but not wanting my presence to interrupt her. She had her back to me and the first thing I noticed was how effortlessly and light her fingers glided across the piano as she serenaded herself.
“You could be my silver springs….” There it was again, that voice. That voice that sounded like a feeling. The feeling of gliding my fingers along the softest silk. The words were so soulful, I had never heard her sing before, she was too shy. Oh how I wanted to hear her sing everything now.
“Blue green colours flashing.” She sang the next line with as little effort as the first. I could no longer hear the rain at all, I was entirely transfixed with her voice.
“I would be your only dream, your shining autumn, ocean crashing……” Her voice began to sound shaky all of a sudden and I didn’t understand why. But she still continued to sing her song, picking up the pace and singing with a higher tone now.
“And did you say she was pretty?” She was pressing the keys of the piano a little harder now.
“And did you say that she loved you?” Her voice broke as she sang the word ‘love’. It broke my heart to see her upset like this, but I couldn’t move. I was frozen in my spot.
“Baby, I don’t wanna know….” That was the last line she sang before I heard her suck in a breath, letting out a quiet sob soon after. Her hands left the instruments face and her left hand covered her face as she lowered her head, sobbing quietly to herself.
Initially I hadn’t wanted her to know I was there, but I just couldn’t leave her to cry alone. She was my best friend and I adored her. Before I was even aware I was doing it, I pushed the door open and stepped into the room, walking right over to her. I caught a glimpse of her shocked and worried expression before I stood in front of her and pulled her face into my stomach, putting my arms around her. She didn’t say anything and she didn’t move, she just wept into my shirt and I let her. I brought my right hand to her head, weaving my fingers through the strands of her soft hair in an attempt to sooth her somewhat. It didn’t work.
After a few moments I let go of her and straddled the piano seat in front of her, just enough room for the both of us. My arms then went straight back to her, pulling her back to me, her face against my chest and my hands on her back and in her hair again.
“Shhhh….” I cooed. “I’m here……” I told her, whispering in her ear. Her body racked as she sobbed into my shirt. “What’s the matter, darlin’?” I asked. I wanted to know who had hurt her. I wanted to find whoever it was and destroy them. How could somebody hurt this girl so much? She was beautiful and kind, she didn’t deserve it.
“I….” She began to speak, her voice hoarse and a whisper. I slowly rubbed her back, coaxing her to speak to me. She let out another sob and I planted a kiss on the top of her head.
“I just….I love him so much, Robbie….” I froze again.
She was in love. My best friend was in love and I had no idea until now. What kind of a friend was I? I should have been there for her, but I was too busy trying to find my own relationship. I thought having a girlfriend was more important to me than being here for her. I pulled her even closer and held her tighter, if that were humanly possible.
“You’re in love?” I asked her, I was in shock. I’d never thought of her being in love before.
“It’s not fair….” She whimpered. I continued to rub her back.
“He must be a very lucky guy….” I don’t know what made me say that. It’s like my brain had betrayed my mouth and the words just flew out. I didn’t even know what I meant by that.
“He’s….he’s my best friend….” She began to explain, weeping between words and sentences. Her best friend? Here I was thinking I was her best friend. “God, he’s just…he’s so perfect. He’s always there for me, he always picks me up when I’m down and he…” I planted another kiss on her head, listening to her as she explained. I was hurt that she didn’t see me as close a friend as I had thought, but she was more important than my feelings right now.
“We used to do everything together but then he started….going on dates with all these women, he just….he was desperate to find somebody….to find the one…” This guy that was breaking her heart sounded similar to me right now, which truthfully made me feel pretty guilty. But I continued to listen. “….and now he has a girlfriend and he…..you….” I placed my chin on top of her head and began to rub her back faster. It really broke my heart to see her this way.
“Shh….it’s okay….it’ll be okay.” I pressed my lips to her head again, kissing her gently as I repeatedly shushed her. She surprised me next, because out of all the sobbing and the silence in between she began to sing again. I held her hand, listening closely to her voice and the words that came with them.
“Time casts a spell on you….but you won’t forget me….” She whisper-sang into my chest. I couldn’t help the grin that broke out on my face as I heard her beautiful voice again. But my grin ceased at her next line.
“I know I could have loved you….” She began to sing the last line, but then stopped and spoke the last part. “…but you would not let me….” She was looking at me now and I just couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t speak, or move. I couldn’t even look away from her eyes as they looked up into mine, they were so empty. I felt as though I was missing something, there was something unspoken that she was conveying to me, but I didn’t quite understand.
“I hope she makes you happy.” What did she mean? Who was she talking about? “You deserve to be happy, even if that means I won’t be. Even if it means that you won’t be happy…..with me.” That was it, I understood.
“You were talking about me.” I stated, it wasn’t a question. “You’re in love with……you’re in love with me?” I asked her, dismayed. She couldn’t love me. That wasn’t possible. I’d been her best friend for years, it wasn’t possible. She gave me one of her small, sweet smiles before she moved away from me.
“Y/N?” She was moving away from me and I didn’t like it. I know, I was with somebody else now and I couldn’t just drop everything for Y/N. Could I? I was so lost.
“I have to go….” She rose to her feet. More than anything, I wanted to stop her from leaving. I willed myself to get up and stop her, to keep her to next to me. But I couldn’t move. It was like I was glued to the spot. I watched her as she walked away from me, her hand gliding out of my own and letting my own hand drop to my lap. She brought up one of her fingers to wipe away the tears that had gathered on her face and she left. She left the room. She left the house. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know when I’d next see her again. If, I’d see her again.
It took me a few minutes before something snapped in the back of my mind. I stood quickly, stumbling over the chair as I ran out of the room. I picked up the pace as I trudged down the hallway, down the stairs and after her. But it was too late. Richard stood there with a small smile.
“She’s already gone, buddy.” He told me.
“Did you know?” I asked him. I wanted to know if he knew and if he did, how long had he known. And why hadn’t he thought to tell me? Richard looked down at the floor.
“Rich. Did. You. Know.” I asked, pausing between each word. I was furious. He nodded. “For how long?” I asked him.
“From the start. She’s loved you since she met you. I knew from the start.” He explained. I wished he’d told me as soon as he knew. I spent so long trying to find the perfect woman to spend my life with and there she was, right by my side. But now I was with another. I was beginning to question whether I loved her or not. I didn’t know if I had it in me to break up with her, just for Y/N.
It felt as if you’d just destroyed everything good in the world. The sound of your heels clicking against the sidewalk as you made your way home could not distract you enough from the turmoil going on inside your head and heart. As if your heart wasn’t broken enough, you had just given it the killing blow. You didn’t think you could feel anything ever again, you were numb. You were glad it was late at night at least, the rain had stopped and nobody was out tonight so there wasn’t a chance of anybody seeing your tear and mascara stained face.
You made your way into your house, kicking off your heels and collapsing down onto the sofa, legs sprawled across the arm. You lay there staring at the ceiling, replaying tonight’s events in your mind over and over until you were interrupted by a beep from your phone. Your hand dived into your pocket, pulling your cellphone out. It was a text from Rob. Your heart sank.
You read the text over and over. You didn’t want to reply. You couldn’t. Whatever he’d say if you spoke wouldn’t be good. You weren’t ready for more hurt, so you ignored the text and put your phone back down.
He’d sent you numerous texts in the last minute, he didn’t seem to be giving up and then the dreaded happened. Your phone began to ring and his contact name came up. You dropped your phone and let it go to voicemail. You just wanted to get over him now, so you figured to do that you had to ignore him now. You put your phone on silent, putting it to charge and you went to bed.
When you woke up your first instinct was to check your phone and you saw that there were 9 missed calls from Rob. Some were from last night, and the rest from this morning. Why was he still trying? He was happy. He had somebody and obviously given the distance he’d recently been giving you he didn’t need you in his life that badly. The latest phone call was from 30 minutes ago, but you ignored them once more and got out of bed to begin your lonely day.
After taking a shower and getting dressed you applied some of your usual makeup, thinking you could do with the self esteem boost. You then went to make a hot drink downstairs but were interrupted when you heard the doorbell ringing. You assumed it was the mailman, it was around the time that he arrived.
You fluttered through the hallway and without looking through the window you opened the door wide, not expecting to see who you saw standing there.
“Rob.” You croaked. Your voice was a mess and was hoarse from all of the crying you had been doing. More tears threatened to force their way through your eyes, but you were stronger than that. You didn’t let them win.
“Y/N, please! I need to talk to you now, it’s important….” You shook your head and pushed the door. You were adamant in slamming the door in his face, but you were stopped by robs strong hand. He had grabbed the door before it had met the doorframe. He forced his way into your house and you couldn’t do anything because of how fast he was moving. You backed away.
“Rob, stop it….please, I don’t want you here.” You were begging him to leave. Just him being there was tearing you up inside. You were breaking.
“We have to talk.” Rob pleaded with you.
“No! We don’t have to talk!” You scolded him. He froze in his spot, wide blue eyes looking back at you in confusion. “It’s done, Rob. You have something good going on for you, you don’t need me anymore. You have her. She’ll make you happy. Just, leave me out of it please.” You no longer wanted to be in his life. Or rather you didn’t want him in yours.
“Y/N…please I can’t lose you. You’re my best friend.” He stepped closer to you, drawing his hand out to take yours. You stepped further back, crossing your arms. He withdrew his hand and let it fall to his side.
“Rob, I can’t see you anymore.” You were tearing up again, looking away from his icy eyes.
“It hurts too much, it’s not healthy. I can’t….I can’t eat or sleep because of you….” You sat down on the bottom step of your staircase. Rob stood there looking down at you.
“Please don’t turn me away.” He was begging you now. Why couldn’t he understand the pain you were in? Why couldn’t he just leave you the hell alone?
“Leave, Rob. I don’t want you in my life anymore.”
“You don’t mean that, Y/N. You don’t mean that.” He had knelt down in front of you, taking one of your hands into his. He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand and you could feel the tear that had found its way down his cheek.
“Yes I do…” You snatched your hand away from his and made your way upstairs, disregarding the coffee you’d been making in the kitchen.
Rob was hot on your trail as you walked up the stairs and along the corridor. The man was stubborn you had to hand it to him, but you needed him to leave. You didn’t want to look at his face again. You were trying to be kind to yourself. Once you realised he had no plans on leaving your house, you grabbed a coat and your purse and pushed past him.
“Wait, where are you going?” Rob called after you as you walked back down the stairs.
“Y/N!” He shouted, even louder. He started to run down the stairs after you and before you managed to close the front door behind you he’d grabbed your hand and yanked you back to face him. “Y/N, come on….please just let me talk to you, we can sit down and talk this through you don’t have to, you don’t have to just shut me out of your life forever. Please, Y/N I couldn’t bare it.” He let go of your hand, giving you the option and the free will to stay if you wanted to. But you didn’t.
You left the house, leaving your door wide open and Rob stood in the doorframe watching you as you drove away.
This was the second time I’d watched the woman I loved leave me. She didn’t want me in her life anymore. She’d said that repeatedly. I had dropped everything for her. As soon as I saw she wasn’t going to answer my phone calls, I rang my girlfriend and I broke up with her. I loved Y/N. And I just watched her walk out the fucking door again. That was it. I wasn’t going to stop trying to tell her I loved her. So I decided I’d stay in her house until she came back. So I went into her living room and I made myself comfy on the sofa she had there. I would wait all day for her. Hell I’d wait all night if I had to. I needed her in my life, more than air.
As I spent hours sat in her house on my own, I sent her a string of texts. Telling her I needed her in my life, telling her I wasn’t going to leave until she came home and personally threw me out. But I got nothing back. I decided to try one more time, to phone her. I typed in her contact on my phone and pressed ring. That’s when I snapped. She had blocked my number. I couldn’t phone her anymore, I couldn’t message her. I was furious. But I was more angry at myself for letting it get to this. I should have just told her I loved her as soon as I walked through her door.
I heard the click of the door opening. It was dark, it must have been late at night and I had fallen asleep on her sofa. I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
“I told you to leave….” Her voice was quiet, with a hint of anger but I also sensed a hint of relief in her voice.
“Get up. Come on.” She ordered and I obeyed. I went straight to her. I don’t really know what I expected, but I followed her out the front door.
“Get in the car…” She spoke quietly. It must have been late as there were no cars on the roads at all and nobody’s lights were on in their homes.
“Where are we going?” I asked her, half asleep.
“I’m taking you home.” She said, opening the passenger’s door. “Get in.”
“No.” I stated. I wasn’t going anywhere, I wanted to stay with her. “No, I wanna stay with you.”
“Rob just get in the damn car, will you?!” She shouted. She was growing incredibly impatient with me and I knew full well. Something came over me in that moment. I don’t know if it was the stress, or the way she’d shouted at me but something snapped. I slammed the door shut, startling her. I wanted to tell her how I loved her. But I couldn’t say those words. I decided in the moment that actions spoke louder than words, so I grabbed her by the waist, shoving her as gently as I could against the side of her car.
“Robbie, what the fuck are you do-” I smashed my lips into hers, ignoring anything she was going to say. It was the most intense kiss of my life. All the pain we had both gone through in the last 24 hours had surfaced in an romantic, needy kiss. I brought my hands up to her hair, god how i loved the feel of my hands in her hair. I started to pull at her as my lips did the talking for me, but as I was about to break away I felt her hand land harshly on the side of my face. She’d slapped me. I hadn’t realised that she didn’t want me to kiss her. I thought she’d wanted it as badly as I had and now I felt awful.
“What was that for?!” I asked her, pulling away.
“You’re such an asshole!” She shouted in my face. She was fidgeting between me and the car, trying to move away from me. “You have a girlfriend you can’t just, you can’t do this! That’s not fair on me and it’s not fair on her” She was breaking down again. I was a colossal dick. I’d lost count of how many times I’d make her break down in the last two days. She pressed her hands against my chest, pushing against me and trying to move me off her. I wouldn’t budge though.
“Y/N….little girl….” I whispered, looking into her gorgeous eyes. “I broke up with her.” Her eyebrows furrowed and her nose crinkled at the top as she heard what I said. “I broke up with her last night……for you.”
You couldn’t believe what he’d just said. You froze in your spot, no longer trying to loosen his grip on you. You didn’t understand why he would do something like that. Nobody liked you romantically, let alone loved. None of the pieces fitted together. You shook your head.
“I love you, Y/N” Rob was absentmindedly playing with my hair again as I looked back into those cold, icy blues. God how I loved the feel of his hands in my hair.
“Please don’t send me home, babe.” Rob always had a knack for lightening the mood in a stiff atmosphere. You let out an obnoxiously loud laugh without meaning to, but it had a ripple effect and Rob began to laugh too. He pressed another kiss to your lips, a quick but amazing kiss.
“You’re already home.” You told him, offering him a small smile. You were still unsure about this whole thing, but you were trying. Somehow between the time I had led him out of my house and now, he had managed to steal my car keys from me. He held them up, pressing the button and locking the vehicle.
“You know it, girl.” He brought his lips back to yours a third time in a tender meeting. His lips moved slowly between yours for a short while, before he broke away and grabbed your hand.
“Come on…” He coaxed you back into the house, holding your hands in his and leading you backwards through your own door.
Rob took care of closing the front door as you made your way back up the stairs to your bedroom, per his orders. You were sat on the edge of your double bed, thinking over the events of today and tonight. Rob stumbled in a few moments later, instantly breaking into a smile upon making eye contact.
“I really do love you. I just didn’t realise.” He said, stood in the doorway. You patted the empty space next to you and he obliged, closing the door and coming to sit next to you. You felt the mattress sink slightly as he took up the space next to you. You hadn’t even said anything and his lips were already on your neck, which took you deeply by surprise. You let out a gasp, which was followed by a string of high pitched moans. All of which he giggled at. By the time he’d stopped kissing your neck he was laying down on top of you on the edge of the bed, your head in the center of the mattress. He was grinning down at you.
“I forgive you.” You told him, giggling. He kissed you quickly on the lips, smiling down at you after. He kissed you again. And again. And again. Every time you opened your mouth to object he kissed you, which as a lot as you were an argumentative son of a bitch.
“Shhhh.” He said finally, placing his index finger over your lips. You were still being pretty much crushed under his weight but god he was worth the pain. “Let me worship you.” That was the last thing he said before your shirt was suddenly being pulled from your chest. He threw your t-shirt into the distance, not caring where it landed. He then made his way down your body, shuffling on his knees as he moved. You watched as he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down your legs, then throwing them in another direction. The man had no regard for your clothes at all.
He made his way back up, pecking at your cheek a couple of times before he wedged his arms between your back and the bed, struggling to unclasp your bra. After a several moments he managed to undo it and flung your bra somewhere unknown.
“Rob, you’d better tidy my room when you’re done making a mess.”
“More important things to attend to right now, babe.” The word babe was muffled as he went straight for one of your breasts, kissing and licking before sucking your nipple between his teeth, nipping lightly. He massaged your other breast with his hand and you lay there, an absolute mess.
After several minutes of pure torture you began to unbutton his shirt eagerly. Eventually he sat up and helped you out by pulling it off and throwing it to the side. He let you unbuckle his belt for him, enjoying the view from where he was straddling you. Once you’d thrown his belt he stood up from the bed and kicked his jeans off, then pouncing back down onto you.
Rob was arched over you on all fours giving you a very dirty smirk, eventually you got the hint and began to shuffle backwards on the bed until your head met your pillows and you lay down properly. Rob crawled over to you, stopping by your panties. He clipped his fingers into the sides of them and pulled them down in one swift motion, again throwing them. You were going to have to set some rules about that in the morning, but right now there were more important things happening. He crawled another few inches before your lips connected again in a searing kiss. He fell onto you, burying you beneath his whole weight but god it felt good to be so close to him. Skin against skin, with him nipping at your lips and exploring your mouth with his tongue. You made out for what felt like forever and it was glorious, but eventually you began to get needy and you could feel how hard Rob was through his boxers. Your hand trailed down his side before it found its way to his bulge, palming through the fabric to help him out a little. He let out a raspy moan, breaking away and making eye contact. You’d never seen him like this before, his iris’ were blown wide as he looked into your own. He sat up once again and practically ripped off his boxers.
He climbed back on top of you and positioned himself against you, looking to you for approval.
You trailed your hands up around his neck, pulling his face down closer to you. You kissed him first this time and he took it as a green light to push into you. You moaned as he filled you up. You couldn’t help but break away from the kiss when he began to move. He pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes for the entire time that he made love to you. The sound of his quiet groans and the way his eyebrows knotted together when he hit a good spot turned you on so much more, seeing him in pleasure making you close to your climax. Rob must have noticed by your moans that you were close, because you felt his fingers make their way between your legs, rubbing against your clit furiously. Your eyes clenched shut at the extra contact. The pleasure was going to kill you, you were sure. Rob began to move more frantically, his cock pushing deeper and deeper into you with each thrust. He’d buried his head in the crook of your neck at this point as he slammed into you, hitting your g-spot with each new thrust. The sound of his moans vibrated into your neck causing you to moan with him. You knew he was really close to finishing now. You could hear him muttering little words between gasps, they were almost too quiet to hear but you caught some of the ‘god’s and the ‘i love you’s.
You were wondering how much longer you could hold on before he bit down onto your neck, sucking at the spot and causing you to practically explode. You moaned his name out, not caring how loud you were being as he rubbed at your clit over and over until you’d finished. He continued to thrust into you, placing his hands either side of your head and pushing himself up to angle himself better. When he finally came you knew you’d have complaints from your neighbours the following day. He let out one of the raspiest groans you’d ever heard, followed by a very loud ‘Oh, fuck!’ which admittedly had turned you on again. He let out another string of quiet moans before he finally pulled out and collapsed on top of you.
You let him lay there over you for a while, noting how heavy he was breathing. Once his breathing had steadied he looked up to you from your chest. You had your hand in his hair, playing with his curls between your fingers. He smiled up to you, a loving smile of adoration.
“You’re beautiful.” He told you. You smiled down at him.
“And you are.” You replied. Because he really was. He was beautiful. He’d been the only one for you since you’d met him, you’d known that then. And you certainly knew that now. He rolled off of you, pulling the covers over the both of you. You lay there on your back, with Rob attached to your side and his strong arm over you. He had his hand on your hip and was staring at you, his face inches away from yours. Eventually you turned to look at him. You loved how he smiled. And you loved how he smiled at you more.
“I can’t believe you broke up with her.” You whispered, pushing a stray curl from his head. “And for me.” You continued to speak. Rob chuckled, planting a kiss on the end of your nose.
“I can. You’re all I want now. You’re all I’m ever gonna need.” He shuffled as close as possible and gave you another kiss, this time on the lips once more. He rested his head on your pillow, staring into your eyes again. Letting out a sigh he opened his mouth and he sang to you.
“I could be your silver springs…..your blue green colours flashin’.” You let out a sharp laugh, biting your lip as you felt some tears stinging your eyes. Rob wiped them away with the edge of his finger, kissing where they’d landed.
“I’m so in love with you.” He chuckled to himself. You both lay together like that for over an hour, neither of you caring that it was gone three in the morning.
You were together and that was all that mattered now.
You were both each other’s dream.