Day 01 - Your favorite song ( Read more... )

“This commentary thing is probably going to suck.”

“I know, Kristen. But being forced to watch myself on this tiny screen might just be okay because you’re here and you have to watch yourself too.”

Rob shoots her a smirk and raises an eyebrow.

“Thanks for reminding me, Robert,” she remarks sarcastically. Kristen only used that name when she was ( Read more... )

“Let me make it up to you,” she repeats as he stares dejectedly at the ceiling.

“No, Kristen.”

“What?”

“You can’t. You can’t ever make it up to me.”

“What, what are you talking about?”

“Oh, I think you know. You’re just...”

Rob sighs, tearing her thigh from where it rested between his legs.  He turns his back to her.

“No, finish.” She sits ( Read more... )

NOTE: Title from a song by Aqualung

“It’s better this way.”

“Really, for who?”

“Rob, we can’t keep doing this to each other.”

“You mean you can’t do this to him?”

“This isn’t about Michael.”

“Fuck yes, it is. I’m getting tired of this shit.”

“Rob...”

They were standing about a foot apart. Kristen’s entire body trembled.  Her fingers longed ( Read more... )

Her shins felt smooth and warm underneath his touch. He stood up, his hands still exploring her legs. She let him unhinge her tiny denim prison, kicking it off her feet while it dropped onto the floor. He, too, obliged her when she unbuckled his jeans and ripped them down.

Without words, he took her hand and led her toward his bed. She lay down, ( Read more... )

This subject is probably overdone and super-old, but I just had to write something about it. The pics drive me crazy and have convinced me of their shippiness
Title thanks to Snow Patrol

It was written on their faces.

In between answering questions such as, “What’s it like to play a sexy vampire?,” they would steal glances and chatter under their ( Read more... )

 “Rob, I don’t know what to do.”

She appears at his door unexpectedly, seeming distraught.

“It’s 3:30 in the morning. Kris, what happened?” he asks, worry etching his face.

“Michael and I, we, we had a fight. He accused me of cheating.” Anxiety courses through her as she rakes her hand through her hair.

“Oh, well, what do you want me to do?”

“ ( Read more... )

 “Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Rob- why the hell are you calling me?”

“Well, uh, I don’t know...I just...wanted to hear your voice.”

“You’re such a liar. What do you want from me?”

“I heard, er, saw that that twat wasn’t with you at Sundance.”

“Yeah...and your point is?”

“Have you come to your senses?”

“What-what are you talking about?”

“Kris, I think ( Read more... )

He was there.

That stupid jerk.

She was hanging on his every word, as if anything he had to say was worthwhile.

She’s looking at me, you asshole. She couldn’t help but steal glances in Rob’s direction whenever Michael carried on about his latest project.  Her jade eyes would lock onto his, then quickly travel down his entire frame, and linger ( Read more... )