~The reader is Rob’s little sister. The reader likes Richard; Richard likes the reader; Rob approves.~
A/N: Please do NOT post my writing on any other sites.
into the crowd before the show started. Your brother wasn’t expecting you to be
there, so you were expecting him to be extremely surprised when he saw you
cheering for him right up front.
As soon as
the guys took the stage, you were right at the stage, looking up at your
brother. And then you caught sight of Richard. It had been a while since you
had seen him, but you still felt butterflies. You hadn’t forgotten he would be
there, but you hadn’t exactly been allowing yourself to think about him.
seconds into the song, Rob spotted you. He actually stopped the band, “What are
you doing here!?” he yelled, pulling you up onto the stage to hug you hard.
laughed, “Came to see my big brother,” you answered.
believe you’re here,” he said. He turned you so you were both facing the
audience, “Guys, this is my little sister Y/N,” he introduced you, “I didn’t
know she was going to be here today.”
request: ah man! you’re such a good writer omg if requests are open can i request a rob holding imagine where you two have been on and off for a couple years and you’re tired of it and confront him about it? if requests are closed it’s okay, i can request it some other time. this was mainly to congratulate you on your writing skills hahaha ❤ x
a/n: i’m rlly proud of this and it’s super fluffy. i don’t imagine rob as the angry type, so he does cry in this story.
rob and y/n were difficult, to say the least.
y/n was charismatic but just as goofy as rob. she giggled at every little thing, and her happiness filled the room wherever she went. she was as pretty as a picture, and everyone wanted to get their hands on her. she was something out of a book, someone that was perfect for rob.
but he could never hold onto her. and that’s how the two always were. back and forth.
one day, the two were cold. their back turned away from one another. giving each other the silent treatment, a game that the two were both very good at. a game that would last days, weeks if they wanted. arguments, over every little thing. whether it was about rob not doing the dishes y/n nagged about, or it was y/n’s “too friendly” meeting with her boss.
but the next day, the two were hot. y/n storming out of the apartment, and rob stopping her every time. pulling her back into the apartment, as the cold walls heated up with apologies. these days happened often and usually ended up with hot, steamy sex. the two would lay in bed after, thinking about the events that led to them being naked under his sheets. these were their hot days.
the two went on like this. week after week. month after month. they chased each other. running in the damped streets of london to catch up with one another. pulling each other into bed right after, thinking it would solve everything. but they were hot and cold, so different. but rob and y/n just couldn’t resist coming back for more.
but one day, the hot and the cold were enough for y/n. she was tired of putting on the show every night. she was tired of standing in between the cold walls that surround her and rob, while she knocked at his door one too many times. she was tired of the hot kisses rob trailed down her body, murmuring ‘sorry’ after every planted touch.
“y/n, stop ignoring me. for fuck’s sake!” rob cried, grabbing y/n’s jawline. he pulled her fragile body towards his broad chest. y/n dragged her feet across the wooden floors of his apartment, letting herself fall one more time.
“please just listen to me. i swear, i didn’t mean it.” rob whispered, as he held his lips to his forehead. his voice was quiet and smooth, different from the usual yelling and jaw clenches.
y/n looked up at him, urging herself to face him. not wanting to look at his broad chest, that held her close every night. his gentle face, that held the most beautiful smile. his lips, that made their way through every inch of her body. knowing every dip and curve by heart. and not wanting to look at his eyes. those goddamn eyes. glossy and blue, mesmerizing her. making her want more, running back again and again.
“rob, i can’t anymore. 2 years. back and forth, hot and cold.” she whispered, as she drew her head back from his soft lips.
“don’t you ever get sick of this? over and over again.” she murmured. the cold walls were enclosing in on her, while rob just glared at her. with hurt in his face, and his eyes filling to the brim with tears.
no matter how hot and cold the nights were, y/n never saw rob in this state. so weak. so fragile, broken down at her towering words. was she right?
“i’m never sick of you. no matter how many times i’ve pulled you back, no matter how much you allow to tell yourself. i’m never tired of you, but i’m tired of fighting. fighting for you, for us.” he shuddered, hot tears streaming down his gentle cheeks.
after all the time, arguing. trying to get their words across. trying to let each other be heard. all these years of trying to force one another to learn, but neither had ever taught one another how to love.
“rob, you don’t have to fight for me. i’m all yours, just let me show you. i want this, i want you. let me.” y/n cooed, tears slipping down her crimson cheeks. she fiddled with her fingers, looking up at rob for approval. just let her.
isolated in comfortable silence, the cold walls were no longer enclosed. the icy borders melted away.
the hot tears streaming down y/n’s cheeks were rubbed away by rob’s gentle touch. the steamy tension between the two simmered down, as they faced each other. eye to eye. mind to mind.
without saying anything, rob pulled y/n closer to him. his broad chest felt like home again. his lengthy arm wrapped around her waist. y/n’s hand intertwined behind rob’s necks, and she pulled her head into the warmth of his collarbone. her tears stained his shirt, as she snaked her hips around his stomach.
he carried her to his bedroom and gently laid her down. the cold sheets that once separated the two after those long nights now had brought them together. he climbed underneath the soft duvet and hugged y/n’s petite frame behind. rob’s steady rising chest gently rode against y/n’s back. she followed the soft rhythm of his chest, following the steady breaths in the quiet bedroom.
rob rough hands stroked y/n’s slick hair behind her ear. rubbing his hands across her smooth face, over and over again.
“i love you.” he drawled in y/n’s ear. the soft whispers left goosebumps trailing down her skin, as she turned to rob and kissed his soft lips.
the two fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s warmth. following the breaths of the lively london streets and the quiet humming of the cars passing by. forgetting about the days that trod behind today. there were no thoughts of tomorrow, but only now. one second at a time. and if that was too much, one minute at a time. when everything seemed to be crumbling down, rob and y/n would take subtle steps together. one step at a time, but no more back and forth. they were on the right foot.
i’m fucking living for all this rob approval from the dingle fam :’) seeing chas and cain being thankful to robert for HELPING aaron, seeing how COMMITTED he is to aaron, realising he LOVES aaron.. this is incredible to see i’m just so proud of everyone in this story