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They’re Better Than You Are P.1 (Rob Benedict x Reader)

A/N: Hey guess what. It was @waywardswain ‘s birthday earlier this week and you all get to enjoy her birthday present. 

Part 2 will be uploaded way later tonight! Hope you enjoy part 1!

 Summary: You and Rob are married, but you’re going through a really rough patch. You play Metatron on Supernatural, (female Metatron), and the time has come for the two of you to film “Don’t Call Me Shurley”.

Pairing: Rob x Reader

Word Count: 1,298

Warning: Angst, Fighting, Emotional Hurt, Fluff

You and the gang sat in Briana’s hotel room, the annual after party since the Saturday Night Special was over. You were sitting on the hotel bed, by yourself, while there were groups of people around the room just talking, enjoying the night.

Rob was sitting on the other side, talking to Rich as he was fiddling with a guitar. The two of you were ignoring each other tonight, having gotten into another fight earlier that day. By this point, however, you couldn’t even remember what the fight was about.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” asked Matt, sitting down next to you on the bed. Matt and you were best friends; he could tell when things were off. Especially when you could even tell you were staring at your husband just a little too long.

“Yeah, yeah sorry. Long day, I guess.” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Matt sighed, knowing that you and Rob were having a rough patch at the moment.

“C’mon, let’s head to my room. We’ll talk.” said Matt, standing up and reaching out his hand for you to grab. You smiled, grateful at the action. You grabbed his hand, walking out.

You didn’t realize Rob was watching the two of you behind you.

“What’s up?” asked Matt, sitting down in a chair in his hotel room. You sat across from him on the bed.

“I don’t even know Matt. He won’t speak to me today; I can’t even remember what we fought about earlier, it was so small. I feel like I’m walking on eggshells just to be in the same room as him at this point.”

Matt sighed, walking over to sit next to you. You glanced up at him, already feeling the tears well up in your eyes. Matt opened his arms; you fell into them immediately, breaking down in tears.

Matt looked down at you, trying to comfort you the best way he could as he rubbed your back. The two of you have known each other since you were kids, and he wanted nothing more than to just go and punch Rob into sanity. But, he knew better.

Pulling yourself together for a moment, you sat up, just wanting to get these words out to someone, finally tell someone how you had been feeling.

“When Rob and I first got married, I made a promise to myself. I told myself we were gonna be better, I told myself that I wasn’t gonna let us end up like his parents. I told myself we were gonna be different.” I paused, looking at Matt.

“Have I let him down, Matt?”

Matt stood up, again sitting back down in the chair in front of you, taking your hands.

“You will get through this, Y/N; I promise you this right now. I don’t know what’s up with Rob, and I wish I had the way to fixit but you know I don’t. But no, you did not let him down, I promise you.”

“Then why do I feel like such a disappointment?”

Matt sighed, pulling you back into the hug. You needed to cry, and he knew that.

The two of you didn’t know, however, that Rob was standing outside the hotel room, hearing the sound of your tears that he caused. He tightened his fists in frustration, turning around, walking away from the door.

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“What do I owe the pleasure of this phone call, Thompson?”

“OH DO I HAVE THE SURPRISE FOR YOU.” You laughed, leaning up against the counter in your kitchen. It was early morning, and Robbie Thompson had just called you.

“What’s up?”

“Okay, so you’re flying out to film more of season 11 later this week, right?” asked Robbie, obviously eager to get his news out for you.

“Yeah, why?” You had been given a week off during the fiasco of the last convention and filming episode 20 of season 11. You hadn’t been given the script yet though.

“Okay, so, you should be getting episode 20 in the mail either today or tomorrow. Full episode, you and Rob. Yes, I said it! You heard me! I’m bringing Rob back.”

Your eyes went wide a bit, not really sure how to feel about this. You felt horrible for thinking this, but things had been getting so bad with Rob lately that you were actually looking forward to flying out to set. A break was a break.

But hey, maybe it would be good. You and Rob would be forced to spend time together, no matter how hard he was trying to ignore you. This will be good. You could make this work.

“Robbie Thompson, that’s fantastic!! He’ll be so excited to hear that!”

“The producers should be calling him any minute, but I wanted to tell you myself.”

“Thanks man, I can’t wait to see you and read it. And don’t worry, I won’t tell him. He can hear it from the producers ha.” You laughed a little, wanting it to be a surprise.

You hung up the phone with Robbie Thompson, sighing a little. Here it was; a chance to finally start on fixing your relationship with your husband. God knows you were taking it.

“Don’t tell me what?”

You jumped, turning around, not realizing Rob was even home, let alone in the same room as you to hear your side of the phone call.

Rob stood across from you, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame.

“Oh, hey babe! That was just a call from-.”

“Are you cheating on me?”

You stopped right were you were, flabbergasted that he would even think that. You took a breath, careful of your next choice of words. You didn’t want to make this worse than it already was.

“Rob, no. I am not cheating on you. The fact that you would even think that of me Rob-.”

“What am I supposed to think, Y/N? Secret phone calls? You running off with Matt all the time? Don’t even think I didn’t see how close the two of you were being at the last convention.” said Rob, already knowing full well that he was the cause of it. He was just snapping. For what reason? Well, not even he could tell you that.

But you were done with it. Done.

“Listen here, Rob Benedict. In the love that is all good and holy, you should know me better than to think that I would ever cheat on you, you hear me? I don’t know what’s been up with you these past few weeks, but you better open your eyes and realize you need to be here to fix it.”

You found yourself walking towards him, close enough that your finger was out pointing against his chest.

“How dare you think I would ever cheat on you? How. Fucking. Dare. You.”

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. You sighed, turning around to answer it.

Opening the door, a FedEx man stood before you, handing you two packages. You knew what it was already, scripts for you and Rob each for season 11 episode 20.

“Thank you.” you said to the man, closing the door and turning back to Rob.

“You know what Rob? I’m done trying to get your attention. I’m done dealing with the fact that you’ve given up.” You shoved his script in his face.

“I’ll see you in Vancouver.”

Grabbing your already packed bag, you turned around, walking out of the door. You were done.

Just. Done.

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

Tagging @i-dont-understand-that-url and @dont-hate-relate-pls for good measure 

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Remind Me

Crowley had been gone for a few weeks and you knew when he came back tonight, he’d be exhausted. 

As much as Crowley loved power, he had blatantly grown tired of dealing with moron demons along with the needy and slightly moronic Winchesters. 

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“Well, am I glad to be home, pet. This for me?” 

You nodded, biting your lips as you stood up on the bed, letting the coat slip off your shoulders and pool at your feet. 

“Now, you gonna make me remember who my king is?”

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Ugh yeah. Crowley, my king

Right?? He’s so beautifully adorable. 

I love my king. So beautiful. He deserves me. 

Southern Style

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Pairing: Misha x Reader Word Count: 1,069 Warnings: none Song: Southern Style - Darius Rucker A/N: Here is my entry for @impalaimagining‘s 1K Follower Challenge! My prompt was the gif above along with the song Southern Style by Darius Rucker. Italics are a flashback. This might be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written so I really hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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