Rob x female reader (TAWOG)

Without me...

//When you get a chance listen to Without me by Eminem. You'll understand the title better then. And it's a joke lol//

"Okay, this is getting weird," Rob said. Y/n focused on where she was currently staring. Apparently, the clock. It was twelve p.m. Had she really been remembering for that long? It didn't seem right. "you've been quiet for over an hour. I was thinking that you were in a coma or something."

"Rob," She stopped him. "Rob, I think... I think I got everything."

He looked expectantly at her. "And...?"

She blinked at him. "Oh! Yeah." With a small huff, she stood up and raced over to the whiteboard. "Do you mind?" She asked, gesturing to it.

"Mind what?" He asked, cautiously. He groaned when she yanked the entire set of interweaving lines and pictures off in one flourish. "Yes, I do."

"Well, suck it up." She said stiffly. She grabbed a pen and wrote '26th November 2014'. Then- 'Mom's disappearance, walked away'. "That's what she did," She gestured to the last sentence. "she just walked away, but she said-" 'You sold our future to (G/n)'

"Weird," Rob was beside her now, studying her as she wrote.

"I know. Then, when dad disappeared into the t.v, he kept speaking to mom. As if she were there," She wrote it all down, adding the date with a flourish.

"Wait, you say he jumped into the t.v?" He asked, thinking hard.

"Yeah?"

"And you say you saw a future episode?"

"Um... yeah?"

"Maybe... and I'm just thinking, but maybe he saw a future episode where your mom was there. And somehow he was sent to her."

Y/n wrote it down. "Good idea." She agreed.

They worked like this for hours, laughing, theorizing, and speculating. It was way better than before when they were just beginning their relationship. This felt natural. So Y/n couldn't help but take his face in her hands and yank him forward for a kiss when he was distracted.

They remained that way, laughing and theorizing, kissing when the opportunity arose until Y/n's phone rang.

"Hey," She answered without checking the caller I.D. "Oh," She blanched. "hello, Nicole, I- yes, I know, I'm irresponsible, but-" She couldn't stop the onslaught on her foster-mother. Eventually, she had to go. "Gumball ratted me out," She explained to Rob with gritted teeth.

"I swear I'm in the process of destroying him!" He reassured her. She laughed.

"Well, okay. Just let me cheerfully beat him to death first. His plot armor might keep him intact."

He laughed. "Yeah, why do all the main characters get plot armor, but not us? That doesn't make sense!" It seemed like a general issue to Rob, while it was a joke to Y/n. Well, they can't have everything in common!

Nicole was waiting at home, fuming. She'd skipped off work just to give her the lecture. Great.

"Y/n." She said as Y/n walked up the front porch steps apprehensively. "When Richard and I took you in as our daughter, we expected bad things around you. Most kids who get fostered are very... untameable."

So she was going straight into it. Fine. Best not having small talk.

"Okay..." Y/n slowed as she got closer to Nicole. The older cat just gestured for her to enter the house. Inside, Nicole sat her down.

"You were very good, for someone with such a... dark background." Nicole continued, looking Y/n dead in the eyes. Y/n felt so bad, she started picking at her t-shirt for lint. "You exceeded our expectations. Then started dating that boy, Rob. We noticed- I noticed... you began to change. You were less nice and less giving. Then he broke up with you."