Piece By Piece- (Rob Benedict x Reader) PART 5
A/N: Holy Shit. This was hard to write. It’s 4:50 AM as I post this and I started writing it around midnight. Thank you guys so much for reading this story. Considering I cried the entire time I wrote this last chapter, the story means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy the ending. I hope it you all like how it ended.
Although the story itself is done, I am open to taking requests for it! If you want a one-shot of moments between their relationship during those three years, I’ll gladly take requests.
Summary: Reader is a teenage actress on Supernatural, and at 15 years old her abusive parents kick her out of the house because they disapprove of her career. After an emotional breakdown at the latest convention, Rob takes her in.
Pairing: Father Figure Rob x Reader
WARNING: There actually isn’t any warnings in this chapter the story should be happy from now on.
It was the summer before your senior year before you turned 18 when someone else called you Rob’s daughter for the first time.
Rob’s brother Matt’s wife had a baby, and while you were in Vancouver filming Wayward Sisters, Rob didn’t have to work. So, he flew down to Missouri and you were planning on meeting him a few days later.
It was a small town where Rob grew up, everyone knew everybody, this included the doctors at the hospital. It was obvious people wouldn’t know who you were.
“I’m looking for Matt Benedict’s wife’s room. She just had a baby.” I said to the nurse sitting behind the desk in the hospital lobby. I had just landed and had taken a cab straight to the hospital.
The nurse typed something into the computer before looking up at me.
“Ah, yes. I’m sorry however, only family is allowed right now.”
That’s when Matt popped out of nowhere.
“Oh, there you are Y/N! Rob stepped out to get us some food, but geez, he was worried you got on the wrong flight or something.” said Matt with a laugh.
“Sir, I thought you said only family?” asked the nurse.
“Oh, she is family. This is Rob’s daughter.” my eyes went wide, not having been referred to as Rob’s daughter by anyone before.
I followed Matt down the hallway towards the room, still a little stumped.
“Did, did you just say Rob’s daughter?” I asked.
“Yeah, I mean you basically are. At least that’s what Rob told me.”
It was the day you turned 18 that you drove yourself to Rob’s lawyer’s office, her not being surprised in the slightest when you told her your request.
“I can have them to you within the hour, Y/N. I think it’s an amazing idea.”
It was a few weeks later, on the three-year anniversary of Rob finding you at the con that I got the courage to change my life forever.
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I sat on the couch backstage in the green room, my leg bounced up and down as I was freaked out of my mind.
It was the three-year anniversary of my parents kicking me out, and in two days it would be the three-year anniversary of Rob telling me I was staying at his house for the night.
Well, it turned out to be a bit longer than a night; and if this weekend worked out how I planned, it would be a lot longer than I think Rob and I had ever planned.
But, frankly, I was having a hard time staying still with the forms in my backpack next to me.
I had gotten to the green room extremely early, and was sitting by myself when Rich walked in.
“Whoa, Y/N, you alright?” asked Rich. “It looks like you’re trembling in your seat there.”
I rubbed my face, trying to convince myself that I was being stupid and that I just needed to calm down.
“Hey, um. Rich. If I tell you something. Um. Will you promise not to tell Rob?”
“Oh my god you’re pregnant.” said Rich. I stood up immediately.
“What? No! How would you think that, no!” I said. I picked up my bag, taking the folder out and walked towards him.
“Sorry, you know I’m kidding. That was just the first thing that came into my mind when you said not to tell Rob. Of course, I can keep something to myself. What’s up?” asked Rich.
I took a breath, handing him the folder. Richard took it, his eyes going wide as he read the first word printed at the top.
“I turned 18 a few weeks ago. Without needing my biological parent’s approval anymore, all he would need to do is sign the bottom and I’d be legally ‘Y/N Benedict.’” I said.
“When are you gonna ask him?”
“Wait, so you think it’s a good idea?” I asked, surprised.
“Of course, I do. You know when Rob introduces you to people in conversations, he already calls you his daughter, right?” asked Rich.
“No, actually. I didn’t know that…”
“Look, the guy signed on to be your legal guardian three years ago without even a moment of hesitation. There’s no reason to be nervous about asking him to sign this because frankly, he already sees you as his daughter, legally or not.”
“Thanks Rich, I actually really needed to hear that.” I said. Rich handed me back the forms and I put them back in my backpack.
“No problem. When are you planning on asking him? I’m here to assist if needed.”
All of a sudden, a plan instantly came to me.
“You know Rich, I may just take you up on that…”
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It was Saturday night, and the Saturday Night Special was winding down. I stood backstage with Rich as other people in the cast were hanging around and drinking.
“Y/N, you’re trembling again.” said Rich. He placed two hands on my shoulders to get me to stay still.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. My brain’s just been trained in the past to think of the bad results, you know?” I asked.
“Yeah, but you gotta remember. Rob’s the one who stayed and untrained it.” said Rich; he rubbed my shoulder in reassurance.
“Thank you, guys! Good night!” I could hear Rob ‘s voice on stage as the band was waving the crowd goodnight.
“You ready?” asked Rich. I nodded. Rich grabbed his mic from the table. The second Rob walked through the curtain, Rich grabbed his arm, pulling him back on stage.
“Rich, wha-.” Rich cut him off, getting the crowds attention before people left.
“Excuse me everybody!” he said. The crowd cheered at the sudden appearance. “If I could have your guy’s attention. Also, if we could have the full house lights on please!”
“Um, Rich. What are you doing?” asked Rob, grabbing a mic.
“Well, Robbie. There’s one last thing that needs to happen tonight.” Rich turned back to the crowd. “I would like to invite back on the stage, Y/N YL/N, and, well, everybody back there who wants to come out.”
I could hear the crowd cheering as I stood backstage, the folder of papers in my hand.
“Come on stage with me, just go with it guys.” I said. With a breath, I walked on stage, not surprised to be greeted by Rob’s confused face.
Rich handed me his mic, “You got this kid.” said Rich.
“Thanks again, man.” I said quietly. Rich gave me a smile before going to stand behind me with the others.
“Y/N? What are you planning, kiddo?” asked Rob, still using that nickname he gave me when I was 14.
Ignoring Rob, I turned to the crowd.
“Heya everybody. I’d like to tell you guys a story really quick that I’m pretty sure none of you know.” I took another breath, trying to calm my nerves as the crowd quieted.
“Three years ago, yesterday, I was 15 years old. I woke up Friday morning planning on attending a convention at this exact hotel, ready to hang out with my friends. I was ready to have a great weekend meeting you guys.”
“Y/N…?” asked Rob, cutting me off.
“Rob, let her say this.” said Rich from behind me. Rob tilted his head in confusion, having absolutely no idea what the heck was going on.
“I walked out of my bedroom that morning ready to go to work,” I said, continuing on. “But when I walked out, I was met with the faces of my angry parents. A fight broke out, because they told me they wanted me to quit working, or else. It turned physical with my father, and after I refused; with a duffle bag in hand my parents quite literally kicked me out of the house.”
The gasps could be heard from the crowd, even the actors behind me as most of them never knew the exact details of why I was kicked out in the first place.
“I got to the hotel that day scared out of my mind. I was 15, I didn’t have anyone. Hell, even with a job I knew I wasn’t capable of living on my own. But, I didn’t tell anybody.” I turned to Rob.
“But this guy, Rob knew something was wrong. For the past year he had been my friend, helping me pay for meals I didn’t have money for when the cast would go out for dinner, helping me with homework backstage, heck he started booking two-bedroom hotel rooms at the cons when he found out I had been sleeping on the greenroom couch.”
The crowd cheered at the information, Rich’s eyes going wide.
“Dang Rob, I didn’t know you did that.” said Rich into the mic.
Rob shrugged. “I wasn’t gonna let her keep sleeping on the sofa guys.”
“Well, when I walked into the green room that morning, Rob knew something was wrong. But, I lied. I kept it in because I didn’t want to have to bring Rob into the hell that was my life at the time.” I turned back to the crowd.
“I was able to keep it to myself for most of the entire weekend as I was trying to think of a plan. To be honest, I didn’t have one. But, it was the end of the con Sunday. Rob had offered to give me a ride home, and was walking to our hotel room to get me when, from what he has told me, he heard me screaming from our room. I was having a nightmare, and Rob rushed in to wake me up. It was then I had to tell him the truth, and it was three years ago tomorrow that Rob offered to let me stay at his house for the night.”
I kept myself together as I tried to keep going, but I could feel the tears coming.
“It was a week or so later when we found out that I didn’t have any other family, when that social worker told us I would be turned over to the state. I was taking it, I knew I didn’t have a choice because, well, I was a minor.”
Emotions took over me as I turned and pointed at Rob.
“It was then when this man, with no hesitation what so ever, told the social worker that he wanted me to stay with him; that he was more than willing to petition for legal guardianship.” I wiped the tears from my face as I looked up at the man standing in front of me.
I turned to my cast mates behind me, seeing tears in some in their eyes. Kim gave me thumbs up, I think she had figured out where this was going judging by the papers in my hand.
I turned back to the crowd.
“A few weeks after that it was official. Rob Benedict was my legal guardian, and I never had to see my asshole parents ever again because of this man right here. And here we are, three years later.” I pointed at Rob as I could see the tears falling slowly from his eyes at this point as well.
The crowd cheered so loud that I could barely hear myself think, and I could see Rich out of the corner of my eye trying his best to quiet them, but it gave me the time to wipe my eyes as the tears kept falling. I turned to Rob now.
“Rob, you stayed with me night after night as I kept having nightmares. You stayed up for hours on end for weeks on end as I was trying to get through them, and you didn’t complain once. Not once. You took me to get my driver’s permit, and taught me how to drive. You went to every single parent conference at school, you helped me with my homework, and still let me continue my career no matter how crazy or busy it got.”
I tried to wipe my face as quickly as I could, but to no luck.
“Sorry guys.” I said to the crowd as they awed. Kim walked up behind me, handing me a tissue.
“Ha, thanks Kim. Where was I?” I looked at Rob, trying to regain my focus.
“You okay?” I could see him mouth. I nodded, continuing.
“Rob, you paid for school clothes each year, even for school supplies. Hell, whenever I went on a date you gave the guy the dad speech. You helped me fill out college forms, and were there when I got each acceptance form.”
Rob smiled, reliving each memory being brought up in his head. Sure, the last three years had been tough, and it was definitely something he hadn’t expected, but he didn’t regret signing those guardianship forms for a second. You had changed his life as much as he had changed yours.
“Rob, you saved my life. In the past three years, you have been more of a father to me than I ever thought possible.”
“And I don’t regret it for a second, Y/N.” said Rob. I think by this point the both of you had semi-forgotten about the crowd of people in front of you, but you didn’t care. And he didn’t either.
“I know. And that’s why, when I turned 18 a few weeks ago, I drove myself to your lawyer’s office and picked up this.” I raised my arm up that was holding the forms, handing it to him.
“It’s why, after all this time, I hope you say yes.”
I raised my hand, holding the papers out to Rob. He took them, a questioning look still on his face.
But it immediately left when he opened up the folder, the mic dropping to the floor in shock as Rob pulled his hand up to his mouth, covering it. I could suddenly feel a shoulder sling around me as I looked to see it belonged to Rich.
“Wanna tell the crowd what those papers are, Bob-O?” asked Rich.
Rob blinked, ignoring the tear that fell from his eye as he reached down to pick his mic back up.
“They’re, they’re adoption papers.”
Rob wasted no time pulling me into a hug as the crowd cheered louder than they had all night. We both lost it at that point, letting out all the emotions we had been holding in for the past 10 minutes I had started this speech. I could feel the tears drop on my head as I sobbed into his chest.
“Is that a yes?” asked Rich, seeing as he was the only one emotionally capable of speaking into his mic at the moment.
Rob laughed, releasing me from the hug for a second.
“Y/N. I would be honored to sign those papers. I’m honored that you would take the time to ask. Of course, the answer is yet.” He tightened the grip he had on me into a side hug. “But frankly let’s get off the stage cause I think we’ve both cried on stage enough tonight.” He pulled me into another full hug.
“Thank you, guys.” I said to the crowd. Richard helped bid the crowd goodnight as everyone headed off stage. We all headed back to the green room
The second Rob and I stepped into the green room, he pulled me back into a hug. Tears fell as we were both heavily overcome with emotion. The rest of the cast just stood in the doorway, letting us have our moment before we eventually separated. Both of us wiped the tears from our faces.
“Y/N Benedict. Kinda has a nice ring to it, don’t you think, guys?” asked Matt. He walked up to Rob, handing him a pen. Rob took it immediately, signing the papers he still had in his hand.
“I will get these to my lawyer myself Monday morning.” said Rob, smiling. He handed me back the papers so I could keep them in my backpack again for safe keeping.
Everybody slowly filed out of the green room, it was super late at this point and everybody was exhausted.
Rob and I were upstairs, walking through the hallway to get back to our hotel room.
“Hey, hey Rob?” I asked. The two of us stopped walking just before reaching the hotel room.
“Yeah?” Rob turned to me, leaning against the wall. I stuffed my hands into my pockets, still nervous to ask this even though Rob was now considered legally my parent.
“Is it alright if… Is it alright if I start calling you dad now?”
Rob smiled, standing himself up as he again pulled me into another hug, as tight as he possibly could.
“I love you, kiddo.” said Rob.
Piece by piece he restored my faith, that a man could be kind… and a father could stay…
