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Moments- (Rob Benedict x Reader) PART 1

Summary: An actress on Supernatural, You and Rob are in a relationship, and recently you had revealed to him that you had been sexually assaulted in the past; and it was why you were so afraid to be intimate. But as a songwriter, another secret gets let out.

Pairing: Rob x Reader              

Word Count: 1,236

Warning: Mentions of past sexual assault, Emotional Confrontation, Language, Fluff lots of fluff

A/N: It’s 6:15 AM and I haven’t slept yet. If there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, I’m not even sorry. 

Who could have ever known that one innocent fan question at a convention would open a door in your relationship that you just weren’t ready to have opened.

“Have you ever written a song about Rob?” asked a fan; as the fandom had just recently found out about you and Rob’s relationship, even though you had been dating for nearly 7 months.

Your face immediately turned red, the answer now obviously being yes. Rob, Rich, and Matt all turned to you with a smirk on their faces.

“Um, no?” You asked, not really comfortable with where this was going. The answer was obviously yes.

“Oh c’mon that is totally a lie!” said Rich, coming up and slinging his arm around you. He didn’t notice or feel you flinch, though. Rob did, though. After everything you two had been through, he knew.

“Yeah that’s a total lie, Y/N.” said Matt, laughing.

“Okay, okay fine. I have written a song for Rob, but before you even ask Rich, there’s no way you’re hearing it!” You said, turning mostly to get his arm off of you, but playing it off with a laugh.

Rob eyes widened at the answer, not even he knew about it.

“Awe why?” asked Rich.

“Cause not even Rob’s heard it for crying out loud!” you said.

Crap.

“Wait, now I wanna hear it!” said Rob, joking around still.

All of a sudden, Billy, Stephen, and Mike walked out from behind the curtain, indicating the end of the panel.

“Ah, saved by the band. That’s our panel folks!” said Rich, as the four of us slowly navigated off stage. The three of Louden Swain remained to introduce Misha.

You tried to escape to the bathroom, knowing that R2M would hound you for an explanation.

“Oh, no you don’t.” said Matt, blocking your way into the bathroom. “I can somewhat understand why Rich and I haven’t heard this mysterious song written for Rob, but not even Rob has heard it?” asked Matt. You found yourself being pushed to the couch by the three men as they stood around you.

“Look, guys. It’s not that big of a deal! No one’s heard it! Rob, I’m sorry, but I’m asking you to respect that this I just one thing I need to keep to myself.” you said, standing up and pushing past them, leaning against a table with your back facing them.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay Y/N!” said Rob, walking up behind you, turning you to face him.

“Those two idiots will shut up, I swear. If you don’t want me to hear it, I’ll respect that.”

“Hey!” yelled Matt and Rich in defense. You just laughed at the two of them before turning back towards Rob, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you.” you whispered into his chest. He just kissed the top of your head.

“What’re you guys talking about?” asked Billy all of a sudden, entering the room with the other two guys.

“Oh we just found out that Y/N had written a song for Rob.” said Rich, casually.

“Oh, Moments? It’s a beautiful song, isn’t it!” said Billy with a smile, grabbing a water bottle and sitting down on the couch. Rob, Rich, and Matt immediately spun on their heels, facing you with wide eyes.

Crap.  

You turned to Billy.

“And thank you, for that.” you said, giving him a look. His face fell as he realized what he had done. “Sorry, forgot it was supposed to be secret.” said Billy as he slid into the sofa. You looked at the other 3 innocently.

“Billy may or may not have helped me with some chords…”

Matt and Rich turned to you, automatically bombarding you with protests of wanting to hear the mysterious song; that all of a sudden you had made into a big deal. You looked at Rob, a bit defeated. He looked sad, leaning against the wall. He thought you were past all this, he thought you were past the secrets, he thought he knew everything.

He thought you trusted him.

You sighed, holding up a hand to Matt and Rich.

“Guys, shut up.” you said, silencing them immediately. You turned to your boyfriend.

“Rob?” you asked. He looked up at you questionably.

“Remember that thing we did, that thing we talked about that we swore we would never bring up again?” Matt and Rich stepped back a bit, not realizing that an intimate line would be crossed in this conversation.

Rob tilted his head confused. Of course he knew what you were talking about, but by your request he promised never to bring up the conversation you two had ever again. He was surprised you did. Never the less, he nodded.

You reached into your pocket, pulling your phone out as well as pulling the song up on it.

“Well, it’s about that. If you want to hear it, fine. If not, well fine. But there’s no way those two are gonna be in the room when you hear it, and I don’t want to be either.”

“Oh c’mon, Billy, back us up. You’ve heard it and obviously know what it’s about!” said Matt.

Billy looked up from his phone, barely even paying attention to the conversation.

“Oh, I’m with her on this one.” Billy glanced at you and Rob, realizing that the two of you didn’t expect to be put in this position today, and the five of you others being in the room probably wasn’t helping.

“Um, fellas? Why don’t we go hang out outside for a while?” he asked as he faced Rich, Matt, Norton, and Mike. He didn’t even give RM a chance to respond before pulling them out of there, the other two trailing behind them.

You looked up at Rob, just waiting for the next word to come out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry Rob, I didn’t mean for this to come out today, let alone at all.” You slid your phone back into your pocket, sitting down.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. Really.” said Rob, coming up and kneeling in front of you. He wrapped his arms around you and just held you for a minute, stroking your back in an attempt to calm you. He knew the stakes. He let you go, facing you still.

“If it’s alright, I really would like to hear it still.” Rob reached up; wiping a tear off your face that you didn’t even realize had fallen.

You sighed, not seeing much of a point to keep this to yourself any longer. You pulled out your phone again, pulling up the song as well.

“I’m, I’m gonna go back to our room for now. I’m done for the day so, I’ll see you at the concert?” you asked, softly.

Rob smiled, leaning up to kiss you.

“I love you.” said Rob, as you walked out. He sighed, sitting on the couch and pulling his headphones out of his pocket. Knowing you, the next few minutes were definitely going to change your relationship.  

FOREVER TAGS: @laffytaffyhumor @hudine @fandom–0verdose @madame-marilyn @casgrl @nerdyfacts 

ROB TAGS: @nerdyforyourbooks @madame-marilyn

Tagging because I can lol: @88dragon06 @dont-hate-relate-pls @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll @i-dont-understand-that-url 

Nice

In which Lily is hung over and has a nice conversation with James, about a certain part of his anatomy. [ffnet]

In honour of my favourite character’s birthday, and my awesome url (if I do say so myself). Happy Birthday, Prongs!

It is the 28th of March, and there is an incessant pounding, a thudding drum beating in her head, a pulsing pain in her temples. This is the most hung over Lily Evans has ever been, and she doesn’t like it one bit.

She knows that she won’t throw up – she doesn’t feel nauseous – but she also knows that there’s no way in hell that this headache is going to leave without the help of a remedy. And the only people with that solution would be her fellow seventh years.

With that in mind, Lily drags her body out of bed and thumps down the steps of Gryffindor Tower, without checking her appearance. It doesn’t even really occur to her that she might just look horrific before she’s already reached the top of the stairs to the boys’ dormitory, and by that point it’s too late. She’s already hammering on the door.

“Prongs,‘s your turn.” Comes a sleepy utterance from inside the room.

“Fuck you.”

There are a few heavy footsteps and then the door is wrenched open by a shirtless James Potter. Lily notes that he has a very nice chest, that James Potter.

She’s expecting a “Like what you see, Evans?” from him – she is staring at his torso – but instead she receives a thoughtful, “Hello? Is anybody in there?” accompanied by a wave in her face.

“Sorry, James.” Lily snaps out of her thoughts and rubs at her eyes, “I was looking for a Hangover Potion.”

“Ah.” James turns and walks over to Sirius’ bed, ducking his head under it and pulling out a box. Grabbing his wand and muttering a few spells, the box opens and James rifles through it until he retrieves a phial containing a slightly dodgy looking blue liquid. Nevertheless, he hands it over to Lily, who downs it in one go, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

“Thanks,” she mutters, shutting her eyes briefly as the potion makes its way into her body. Already she can feel the pain in her head ebbing away and she sighs in relief, opening her eyes.

“Don’t you get hung over?” She asks, curious.

“Took a potion before I slept,” James says, kicking the box back under Sirius’ bed, “Prevention and precaution and all that.”

“Oh.” Lily feels a little bit silly – but she’s hardly one to think logically when she’s drunk.

“James?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t remember if I wished you yesterday, so Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks, Lily,” he grins sleepily and sits down on his bed, patting the space beside him. She takes it, ignoring the fact that there are three other snoring boys in the room.

“You did actually wish me, though,” He goes on, “Twice, in fact.”

Lily frowns, “Really?”

“Yeah. Once in the morning, before Charms, and once when you were drunk, at the party.”

“Oh. Well, three Happy Birthdays for you, then.”

They sit in a sort of awkward, but not uncomfortable silence, until, “James?”

“Huh?” He looks at her.

Lily’s never looked at James Potter’s eyes before. They’ve always been hidden behind his glasses, but now that she can see them in front of her face, she can’t help but think that James has extraordinarily nice eyes. They’re brown, but not dull. They have a light to them, a sort of reflective gold quality that makes them look, to an exhausted Lily at least, almost shiny…

“Lily? Are you okay?” James’ hand is hot on her shoulder, and Lily starts.

“What? Oh, sorry, James. I’m just really tired.”

“I can see that.” He lets out a small laugh and she smiles.

Then she frowns, thinking. After a moment, she asks tentatively, “James, did I do anything stupid yesterday?”

She doesn’t know why she asks that. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s never been that drunk, or the fact that face it, she fancies James massively and woke up this morning with a feeling that she’d forgotten something.

James’ expression changes. There is a small smirk on his mouth but he has a thoughtful look about him – it’s as if he’s working out what to tell her.

Lily dreads what’s about to come, even though she doesn’t know what it is.

“Well,” he says finally, “How do I put this?”

Lily groans. “How bad was it?”

“You just…said some rather…”

“What?”

“Comical things.”

There’s a pause – then Lily braves it. “Such as?”

“You,” James looks as if he’s trying not to laugh, “You said some stuff about my bum.”

Lily’s eyes enlarge and it is as if all the blood in her body has run straight to her face. Attempting to keep her voice calm, she asks casually, “Your bum, did you say?”

“Uh, yeah. You called it…nice?”

It’s this word that sends Lily all the way down memory lane.

“What d’you mean, I fancy him?” She demanded.

Remus held his hands up, in a ‘don’t kill me’ gesture, “I’m just saying, Lily. You’ve been staring at him an awful lot, and –“

“Well,” she hiccoughed slightly, “That doesn’t mean that I—“

“Okay, maybe you don’t,” he complied, “But you’ve been looking at him for the entirety for this party, and—“

“I’m drunk, Remus. Blame Black, he’s the one who gave me this bloody drink.” She groaned and set her cup down on the table in front of the sofa.

“Drinks in the plural, you mean.”

“Eh, details. Besides, I’ve only been staring at James because he looks nice.”                                               

“Ah,” Lily says, coming back to the present, “Now I remember.”

James grins, “Thought you would. You weren’t all that drunk, anyway. The boys had some, err, trouble agreeing with you.”

Lily fights the urge to smack the smirk off his face, as attractive as it may be.

“See, Remus?” Lily recalled saying.

“What am I meant to be seeing, exactly?” He wondered aloud.

“Oh,” she hit him on the shoulder harder than she’d intended, “He looks nice! Especially his bum.”

Had Lily not been looking at James Potter’s arse at this point, she would have seen an almost bursting-with-laughter Remus Lupin, whose face was steadily turning crimson as he tried not to laugh.

Shoulders shaking, Remus said, “Care to elaborate on that, Lily?”

Lily shrugged, lying back on the sofa and staring dreamily over at James. “I dunno, Remus. His bum’s just really…fit. And it looks even better in those trousers…” She hummed happily and Remus wondered just how much exactly Lily has had to drink.

“Don’t you agree?”

“What?” said Remus incredulously, “Erm, I dunno, Lily…”

“What are we agreeing on?” Sirius has appeared, downing half a phial of Sobering Potion as he came over and sat himself next to Lily.

“James.” Lily stated obviously.

“James what?”

“His bum.” Interjected Remus, smirking.

Sirius’ eyebrows were halfway up his forehead. He imitated Remus’ expression. “Really, Evans?” He drawled, “What about James’ bum?”

Lily blinked. “It’s nice.”

Lily makes a face as she remembers her drunken state – why couldn’t she have kept her mouth shut?

“Don’t worry,” says James, still smiling, “I didn’t hear all that much. Most of it was relayed to me afterwards.”

“Doesn’t make it any better,” mutters Lily, and then, “How much did you hear, then?”

She already knows the answer.

“Nice.” Sirius deadpanned.

“Yes, nice! Is it so wrong that I think his bum’s nice?”

“Nice is the worst adjective in the world, Lily.” Remus put in oh-so-helpfully.

“Okay,” she groaned, “Fine. I think,”

“Yes?” Remus and Sirius said in unison.

“James Potter’s bum is…”

But Sirius and Remus never did find out what Lily was going to say, because said boy accompanied by aforementioned nice bum was suddenly standing over the three of them.

“Hello there, Evans.”

Lily gaped at James.

“Mind finishing your sentence, Lily?” Sirius looked eagerly between James and Lily, back and forth, anticipating the next move.

“I don’t remember anything else,” Lily says, frowning, “What happened?”

James scratches his jaw – it’s a very nice shape, Lily thinks – “Uh, I think you realised what you said, and you went to bed?”

“Right.” Lily breathes out a breath she didn’t even realise she was holding, “Could have been worse, I suppose.”

“I reckon it could have been a lot better too.” James looks at her and Lily bites her lip.

“You think so?”

“Yep,” he says, and she notices that they are very, very close. When did that happen?

“Lily?”

“James.”

“What do you really think of my bum?”

The question’s so daft that Lily laughs loudly, and a “Shut it, Evans,” comes from behind Sirius’ curtains.

“You really want to know?”

“Yeah.”

He looks nervous, and Lily doesn’t get it – what does he have to be worried about? He wasn’t the extraordinarily smashed one with the stupid comment. “I think your arse is aesthetically lovely.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Which is a fancy-arse way of saying nice.”

“I like to think of it as eloquent.”

He snorts. “So, you like my arse?”

“I do.”

“Is that the only thing?”

“Fishing for compliments, are we?” She laughs, “I like you, James. You’re nice.”

“For the record, Lily, you’re nice too.”

She doesn’t have the time to comprehend what exactly this means before he’s kissing her – his lips are soft and warm and move in just the right way against hers, and his smile is transferred to Lily. She giggles against his mouth.

“Oi! I’ve had enough!” A wild Sirius Black’s head sticks out between his curtains and shouts, “Go snog downstairs!”

“Agreed,” a sleepy word from Remus, whilst Peter still snores on in the background.

James shoots Sirius the finger, but he’s already diving back into bed. James turns back to Lily and smiles. She beams back. “James?”

“Lily.”

“Happy Birthday.”

He laughs, “Thanks Lily.”

“You’re welcome. I hope you like your present.”

“What’s that, then?”

She kisses him once more, a small peck on his lips that leaves hers tingling. “There. Happy Birthday.”

“And that makes five times total.”

“I know.”

She kisses him three times more. After all, Lily thinks equal numbers are nice, too.

Just not as nice as James Potter’s bum.