Multi-Fandom Request-A-Fic Meme Type-Thing :D
Multi-Fandom Request-A-Fic
Meme Type-ThingI figured it was time to do something fun at my journal and Mell really wanted me to do this, so here we are. This is one of those things where you fill out the form requesting a fic that you want and then other people come by and get inspired and write a drabble/fic based on your request. If you still don' ( Read more... )
Meme Type-ThingI figured it was time to do something fun at my journal and Mell really wanted me to do this, so here we are. This is one of those things where you fill out the form requesting a fic that you want and then other people come by and get inspired and write a drabble/fic based on your request. If you still don' ( Read more... )
Fandom: RPF.
Character/Pairing: Robert/Kristen.
Rating & Word Count: PG-13, 408 words.
Robert peers over her shoulder as she hits the search button on Google. His name pops up 714,000 times (220,000 times less than her) and starts to scroll through the selections until she finds what she's looking for.
When she finally does, she points to the screen. "This is what I was telling you about: RPF. It means real person fiction. I've read at least three about us." She laughs as she pulls up the specific piece she was looking for. "Read it." Her command leaves know room for argument, so he takes her seat and glues his eyes to the bright screen.
Kristen paces behind him as she waits for him to finish, her eyes darting from his amused expression to the overcast sky. It feels like an eternity before he spins in his chair to face her. Clearly, he's enjoying himself. She, on the other hand, is furious. "How could you possibly think this is funny?"
He grins and pushes himself up into a standing position before he slowly saunters toward her. His hands land on her waist and now their no more than a whisper apart. "Did you read it all?" he asks curiously. Her eyebrows wrinkle slightly and then she shakes her head.
"No, I was too... surprised and upset to read it all. Why?" she asks slowly, her neck already trying to look around him and back to the computer screen.
"We have hot sex," he grins, his eyes twinkling with delight. She hits his arm, not playfully like he's used to. No, this was a real Kristen-Stewart punch. "What? It's funny!" he tries to reassure her, his face torn between amusement and confusion.
"No, it's not funny. Clearly, people suspect it now! We could be found out, you idiot." Her expression was no longer furious, but worried.
He embraced her now, tucking her head under his chin. "No one suspects anything. These were all pulled from the imaginations of teenagers," he reassures her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Kristen's still not so sure, but gratefully clings to his theory. Her hands make themselves at home in his back pockets and she breathes in the scent of his cologne. "I guess you're right," she sighs, her face pressed against his chest.
"Aren't I always?" He flashes her a grin and pulls her back toward the bed, his lips landing on the corner of her mouth as she spouts of some indignant reply that he doesn't hear.
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