Rob x female reader (TAWOG)

Secrets are hard to keep.

//Just a warning, but... this might get a bit... spicy.... but hey, n o t h i n g happens. They're kids after all. But I am warning you. Also, guilty vibes around. Enjoy. Comment and vote too.//

A quick phone call after nine p.m sorted Penny out. She said over a hundred times that she understood, and she wouldn't say a word, but Y/n kept begging anyway. She loved Rob but didn't want him to know about any of it.

That night she sat on the couch, watching the t.v, but not really concentrating on the show that was on. Nicole had been gushing all evening about how she really thought that Hotdog Guy was great and that he and Y/n should go out more often. It was great to finally have a break from it.

She heard a tap on the window and looked over, broken out of her reverie. It was Rob, wanting her to let him inside.

Oh, holy Jesus and Mary, oh God.

She got up and opened the window to let him in. He came in, shivering.

"It's cold out there," He said, although that was kinda obvious. Y/n went to close to the window soundlessly, but squeaked when something cold hugged her around her waist. "hey," Rob whispered, and it sent spirals of tingles down her spine. "are you okay?"

"I am now," Y/n sighed. She felt like touched, tainted, damaged goods. She wanted him to let go, yet she wanted him to stay there. "I missed you." They hadn't seen each other for a few days. At least, Y/n was sure she hadn't.

It was easy to know he smiled, she felt it. How could she tell him anything about what happened now? She'd just made him happy.

"I missed you too. How was the..." He deliberated. "friendly get-together with Hotdog Guy?"

She froze. Ah, he'd broached the subject. Millions of swearwords conquered her mind.

"It was," She gulped. "certainly friendly." It hurt to lie to him, somehow.

"Good, no funny business?"

Was he joking? Did he know?!

"Of course not, you worry too much." Did her voice sound as tense as it felt in her throat?

"Well, I mean, I know you'd never do anything," He continued, oblivious to Y/n's inner struggle. "I trust you."

God. Damn. She. Was. Dead. If he ever found out, he'd never trust her again. This was worse than Y/n had feared. Could she tell him? Absolutely not. She decided to end the conversation by attempting to turn in his arms. He chuckled, and let her turn around.

"So, do you want to know what we saw?" She said, changing the subject. He shrugged.

"Sure. Let's go sit down, though. I think you'll be telling me the entire plot."

"I will not," She protested, giggling and feeling at ease. The incident from earlier had not gone from her mind, however. They went to sit down on the couch and snuggle into one another, not really watching the t.v. "but it was Fast to be Fury, and there was a lot of cars,"

"Fast to be Fury? Didn't think you'd like that one," He commented, and she explained that Hotdog Guy wanted to watch that Forever movie and he made a strange noise.

"What?" She asked, looking at him strangely.

"Of course he wanted to watch that. Probably wanted you to see him as the love interest... what an idiot..."

"Don't stalk him," She warned jokingly. "he meant well."

"He probably thinks he's supposed to be your love interest too," He kept going. "that's probably how it's supposed to be as well..." He murmured the last bit quietly.

"What, me, and him?" And yet, as disbelieving as she tried to sound, it all made a weird kind of sense.

"Yeah." He looked at her. "I'm glad it worked out this way, though."

"Same," She said, not really knowing if she meant it.

He leaned closer and she went with it. But as she did she thought lots of random things, like, 'Would he realize somehow I've kissed another guy?' and 'Can you taste someone being unsure?!'

It didn't seem either were true. She kind of fell into the routine of familiarity and lost herself in the kiss, not allowing any thoughts to freak her out anymore. She realized her arms were moving and she was pulling him closer and weirdly, her hand began trailing away... What was going on with her body today? It was like she had no control around anyone. Tomorrow she'd probably be kissing Gumball, then maybe even Clare!

He didn't seem to mind, but he made a strange noise as her hand stopped. Not in protest, just... strange. It made her pull away, breathless and pink-cheeked.

"What?" She asked, and noticed his cheeks were full color-bar. He didn't seem to have the ability to speak anymore.

Then- "Wow, you really did miss me," He mumbled. Awkwardly placing his hands across himself.

"What're you doing with your arms?" She was slightly confused, slightly out of it. She wanted to keep going.

"What, my arms?" He faked a laugh and adjusted them a little. "Nothing at all."

She huffed and went to move them. "Are you hiding something?"

"Pfff-no-!" He tried to stop her. But she was able to prise his hands away.

Well, it seemed Nicole's 'birds and the bees' chat came in handy. Y/n felt a strange feeling swoop through her veins and she looked.

"Er..." She was at a loss for words. Today was getting weirder and weirder. She had strange urges right now.

Finally, a color-bared Rob spoke. "I'm gonna go... y'know, for obvious reasons..."

"No!" She said, a little too forcefully. "I mean... no... you can stay here... we'll just... try to be careful?" Her eyes kept betraying her will to not look down. "If you want?"

"No, I'll come back, after I've sorted it," He promised, then almost immediately disappeared. Y/n shuffled on the couch, trying hard not to imagine what 'sorting it' might entail. The t.v was still on, displaying an episode of an adult swim t.v show she probably shouldn't be watching. Yet she was.

Eventually, Rob reappeared beside her, and she heard the old secret entrance shut. He seemed flustered.

"Sorry about that..." He muttered. She put a hand on his arm.

"Hey, it'll happen, won't it?"

"What if it happens again?"He asked, seriously. She was plagued with images, some of her and Rob, others of her terrible, awful secret happening again. She was taking it to the grave.

"Well... we'll sort it?" She suggested, and immediately he blushed- well, color-bars appeared.

"I-I- Are you sure? We're pretty young..."

Oh. He thought she meant.... Sorting it, not like figuring out a plan. He thought...

"That's not what I meant!" She felt heated again. "I meant we'll figure out a way! Not that I'd mind... but you're right, maybe when we're sixteen."

"That's two years away,"

"Are you complaining?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Wha- no, of course not..." He trailed off.

They took to watching t.v for the rest of the night.