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
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
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
“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.
“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.”
“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
“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.
“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
“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.
“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.”
“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.
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.
My timing was terrible and I didn’t have my photo op the day I got Richard’s autograph, so I just had to have him sign a headshot. When I was there, I told him that I’d be wearing a great shirt for his op.
Fast forward to today, when I’m getting my photo with him and I walk up (God the whole process goes so FAST!) and tell him “Told you I’d wear a good shirt!”
This prompted him to lean back to check it out and he just grinned and put his hands up like “Ah, I LOVE it!” As you can see in the pic, he seems pretty proud of himself for getting on the shirt!
The art is made by @lamthetwickster and can be found on their redbubble store! (I may edit the link in when I’m not on mobile @.@ )