𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Right in Front of Me

bestfriend!reader x Dan Martin

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You're Danny's best friend, but having him and Debbie as your roommate is different

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: jealousy, fluff if you squint

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: Hiiii! Omg I am so glad you love my Rob Lowe fics, I always make sure they turn out well bc I love him so much! I love Danny so much. I need to rewatch this movie, he was so fine in this movie. This may be a little corny, but this is so cute. Anyways, enjoy, my friend!

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Living with Danny Martin was... complicated.

At first, it had made perfect sense.

Two best friends.

One apartment.

Split rent.

Split groceries.

One coffee maker that Danny constantly forgot to refill.

"You used the last of it."

"I was running late!"

"You've been 'running late' every morning for three weeks."

"It's part of my personality."

You rolled your eyes, tossing him the spare coffee pod.

"And that's why I'd never survive without you."

Those words always made your heart skip.

Because that was the problem.

Somewhere between movie nights on the couch, late-night takeout, and falling asleep during horror movies because Danny insisted on leaving the lights on...

You'd fallen for your best friend.

The one person you absolutely couldn't tell.

Then Debbie came along.

She was sweet.

Funny.

Pretty.

Everything Danny deserved.

Which somehow made it worse.

Every time she'd call, Danny smiled at his phone.

Every time she visited, he laughed a little louder.

Every time she reached for his hand...

You looked away.

Because watching them felt like reading the ending of a story you wished had been yours.

"You okay?"

Danny's voice pulled you back.

"Hm?"

"You've been quiet lately."

"I'm fine."

"Liar."

"I'm just tired."

"You've said that every day this week."

You forced a smile.

"I'll survive."

He studied you for a moment before letting it go.

"...Okay."

A week later, Danny invited Debbie over for dinner.

You claimed you had plans.

You didn't.

Instead, you wandered the city until your feet hurt.

When you finally got home, the apartment was dark except for the kitchen light.

Danny sat alone at the table.

"...Hey."

"Hey."

You frowned.

"Where's Debbie?"

"We..."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"...We broke up."

"Oh."

"It wasn't working."

You didn't know whether to feel guilty for the tiny flicker of relief in your chest.

"So... are you okay?"

Danny laughed softly.

"I think so."

Silence settled between you.

Comfortable.

Familiar.

Home.

"You know what confused me?" Danny said eventually.

"What?"

"I kept trying to convince myself I was happy."

You looked at him.

"But every time something good happened..."

His eyes met yours.

"...You were the first person I wanted to tell."

Your heart started pounding.

"When something funny happened..."

"You."

"When something went wrong..."

"You."

"When I got home..."

He smiled.

"I was always hoping you'd already be here."

You stared.

"Danny..."

"I think I kept looking everywhere except the place I should've looked first."

The room suddenly felt very, very quiet.

"I was so busy trying to make something work..."

"...that I completely missed what was right in front of me."

Your throat tightened.

"You don't have to say anything."

He stood, walking closer.

"I just needed you to know."

You laughed shakily.

"You're kind of an idiot."

"I've been told."

"You seriously didn't notice?"

"I thought you only saw me as your best friend."

"I thought you only saw me as your best friend."

Danny blinked.

"...Wait."

You smiled despite yourself.

"Oh my gosh."

He pointed between the two of you.

"We're both idiots."

"Apparently."

He laughed—the kind that made his whole face light up.

"So..."

"So?"

"Can I hug you?"

"You live here."

"Fair point."

You closed the distance first.

The hug felt familiar.

Safe.

Like every late-night conversation, every shared laugh, every morning coffee wrapped into one.

Danny rested his forehead against yours.

"I think I've liked you for a lot longer than I realized."

You smiled.

"I know I've liked you for longer than I wanted to admit."

He chuckled.

"So... what happens now?"

You reached for his hand.

"Tomorrow morning..."

"Yeah?"

"You refill the coffee."

Danny groaned dramatically.

"So we're really doing this?"

"We're really doing this."

He squeezed your hand with a grin.

"Worth buying extra coffee for."

And for the first time in weeks...

The apartment felt like home again.

Only now, it wasn't just where the two of you lived.

Rob Lowe and Sam Neill in the police thriller "Framed"(2002)

Duckie thought that because he had feelings for her and treated her the way a friend should, that meant she was obligated to reciprocate his feelings.

Blane thought that because Andie liked his face that meant he could treat her like crap, and let his friends treat her like crap, and she'd put up with it.

I think that after the dance, Andie should have rode off into the sunset with a better third option, played by Rob Lowe.

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Second Chances Don't Knock Fast

ex!fiancee!reader x Billy Hicks

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: Billy really does miss you when you get closer with everyone

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: angst, small fluff

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: Yesss! I need some more Rob Lowe request! And welcome to my family! Request anytime! Enjoy!

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Billy noticed you long before you noticed him.

You were standing across the garage with Leslie and Jewls, laughing at something one of them had said while everyone else worked around you.

It had become a familiar sight.

Not the laughing.

Seeing you.

Somehow, no matter where the group met, the two of you always seemed to end up in the same place.

At first, it had been awkward.

Then unavoidable.

Now...

It almost felt expected.

Billy looked away before you could catch him staring.

"You gonna say hi this time?" Leslie asked as she walked past him with a knowing smile.

He sighed.

"I don't think she'd want that."

Leslie raised an eyebrow.

"You'd be surprised."

A week later...

It happened again.

The diner.

Billy walked in, and there you were, already sitting in a booth with Jewls.

Your eyes met for only a second.

You both smiled politely.

You both looked away.

Jewls noticed immediately.

"You know," she said after Billy ordered his coffee at the counter, "this is getting ridiculous."

You blinked.

"What is?"

"The two of you acting like strangers."

"We're not acting."

She gave you a look.

"You were engaged."

That word still stung.

Engaged.

You'd spent months planning a future together.

Picking colors.

Talking about houses.

Arguing over the tiniest details that had once seemed so important.

Then...

Everything had fallen apart.

Because Billy had made choices that broke your trust.

He hadn't just cheated.

He'd taken for granted the person who had loved him most.

And you'd walked away.

Even though it broke your heart.

Another week passed.

Then another accidental meeting.

This time, everyone had gathered for a bonfire.

Someone had brought a guitar.

Someone else was attempting to roast marshmallows with... questionable success.

You wandered a little farther from the group, enjoying the quiet.

"You always did like escaping the crowd."

You turned.

Billy stood a few feet away, hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

"I wasn't hiding."

"I know."

An awkward silence settled between you.

"I can leave if you'd rather be alone," he offered.

You surprised yourself by shaking your head.

"No..."

"...You can stay."

He stepped beside you, both of you watching the fire crackle in the distance.

"I've been meaning to talk to you."

"I figured."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I just... never knew how."

You nodded.

"Neither did I."

Billy laughed quietly.

"Guess we're both stubborn."

"A little."

Another silence.

Then he looked at you.

"I miss you."

The words came so honestly that they caught you off guard.

"I miss talking to you."

"I miss making you laugh."

"I miss coming home and knowing you'd be there."

His voice grew quieter.

"I miss... us."

You swallowed hard.

"I miss you too."

His eyes lifted to yours.

"You do?"

You nodded.

"I've tried really hard not to."

A sad smile crossed his face.

"Same."

He stared at the ground for a moment before speaking again.

"I know I don't deserve another chance."

You stayed quiet, letting him continue.

"What I did..."

He shook his head.

"...there isn't an excuse."

"I hurt you."

"I betrayed your trust."

"And I hate myself for that."

Your chest tightened.

"I'd give anything to take it back."

"You can't."

"I know."

He looked at you with eyes full of regret.

"But if... if you ever gave me another chance..."

His voice almost cracked.

"I'd spend every day proving you never had to question me again."

"I'd never cheat on you."

"Never."

"I'd never take you for granted again."

"I already learned what that cost me."

The sincerity in his voice made it hard to look away.

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me."

"And I was too stupid to realize it until I'd already lost you."

Your eyes filled with tears.

"You really hurt me, Billy."

"I know."

"I cried for months."

"I know."

"I kept wondering why I wasn't enough."

His expression immediately crumbled.

"No."

He stepped forward before stopping himself.

"No, don't ever think that."

"You were always enough."

"I was the one who failed you."

He shook his head firmly.

"My mistakes were mine."

"They weren't because of you."

"They never were."

A tear slipped down your cheek.

Billy instinctively reached up before hesitating.

"May I?"

You nodded.

His fingertips gently brushed the tear away.

"I still love you," he admitted softly.

"I never stopped."

You looked at him for a long moment.

"I still love you too."

Hope flickered across his face, but he didn't move.

He didn't assume.

He didn't push.

"I know love isn't enough," he said.

"It isn't."

"I know trust has to be earned."

"It does."

He nodded.

"So..."

A small smile appeared despite his nerves.

"...Could I earn it?"

You studied him.

The man standing in front of you wasn't the same one you'd walked away from months ago.

He looked humbled.

Patient.

Ready to listen instead of making promises he couldn't keep.

Finally, you smiled—small, but genuine.

"You don't get the ring back tonight."

He let out a quiet laugh.

"I figured."

"You don't get to skip to the happy ending."

"I won't."

"But..."

You slipped your hand into his.

"...we can start with talking."

Billy looked down at your intertwined hands as though he couldn't quite believe it.

Then he smiled—a real one, brighter than you'd seen in a long time.

"I'd like that."

"So would I."

Back by the bonfire, Leslie nudged Jewls with a grin as they spotted the two of you talking in the distance.

"Told you they'd figure it out."

Jewls smiled.

"They've still got a road ahead."

Leslie nodded.

"Yeah."

She watched as Billy and you slowly walked back toward the group, side by side.

"But at least this time..."

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Finally, Everyone Will Know

70s!Rob Lowe x girlfriend!reader

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: It's still taking a little while for you and Rob to be more than friends; it just feels weird

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: fluff, none really

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: Yes, I could not agree more. I loved how this turned out. And you're so welcome. Make sure to read part one here to comprehend better! Enjoy!

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The first time Rob tried to hold your hand, it was a complete disaster.

Not because either of you didn't want to.

Because you'd spent the last three years being best friends.

Best friends who bumped shoulders in the hallway.

Best friends who stole each other's fries at lunch.

Best friends who leaned on each other during football games.

Apparently becoming boyfriend and girlfriend made every tiny thing feel...different.

Painfully different.

"You can hold my hand, you know," you said as the two of you walked across campus.

"I know."

"So..."

"So..."

You looked over.

His hand kept swinging closer to yours...

...then away again.

"...Are you nervous?"

"No."

He immediately sighed.

"Yes."

You laughed.

"I've literally fallen asleep on your shoulder before."

"I know!"

"So why is this weird?"

"I don't know!"

He ran a hand through his feathered hair with an embarrassed smile.

"We've done everything together for years."

"I know."

"But now if I grab your hand..."

He gestured vaguely between the two of you.

"...it's because you're my girlfriend."

You bit your lip to keep from smiling.

"You make that sound terrifying."

"It kind of is."

"You've hugged me."

"I've hugged you hundreds of times."

"You've carried my backpack."

"Yeah."

"You've stolen my jacket."

"You still haven't given it back."

"And somehow..." you teased, "...holding my hand is where you panic?"

He pointed at you.

"Exactly!"

You couldn't help laughing.

Unfortunately for the two of you...

The rest of the school had opinions.

After almost a year of rumors about who the "mystery girl" Rob Lowe kept disappearing with after class, the truth had finally come out.

And everyone had absolutely lost their minds.

The hallway erupted the moment you appeared together.

"There they are!"

"I told you!"

"No way!"

"Finally!"

Someone actually clapped.

Another person yelled, "JUST HOLD HER HAND ALREADY!"

Rob froze.

"...They're watching."

"They're definitely watching."

"They're all watching."

You glanced around.

Almost every person in the hallway was pretending not to stare.

Pretending very badly.

One of Rob's friends called from across the hall.

"C'mon, Lowe!"

Another chimed in.

"Don't chicken out now!"

You covered your face, laughing.

"This is so embarrassing."

"For both of us."

A beat passed.

Then, without looking at you, Rob quietly reached over.

His fingers brushed yours.

Tentatively.

Like he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing.

You smiled to yourself before lacing your fingers through his.

His head turned toward you almost immediately.

"...Oh."

"What?"

"I forgot hands fit together."

You laughed so hard you had to stop walking.

"You forgot?"

"I've never done this before!"

"You are unbelievable."

"I know."

He smiled sheepishly.

"But... this is nice."

"It is."

The hallway erupted into exaggerated cheers.

Someone wolf-whistled.

Another shouted, "ABOUT TIME!"

Rob groaned dramatically.

"We're never living this down."

"Nope."

It somehow got even worse at the end of the school day.

The two of you stood by his car after classes ended.

Normally, saying goodbye was easy.

"See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

Done.

Now...

Neither of you moved.

"So..." Rob said.

"So."

"I guess..."

"I guess."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"...Do couples kiss goodbye?"

You looked at him.

"I think they usually do."

"Oh."

Silence.

"...Right."

Another silence.

Neither of you moved an inch.

You both started laughing.

"This is ridiculous," you said.

"We're ridiculous."

"We've literally watched movies curled up on the same couch."

"I know."

"You've fallen asleep with your head in my lap."

"I know."

"But now..."

He pointed between you.

"...there are expectations."

You smiled softly.

"There don't have to be."

He looked at you.

"What do you mean?"

"We don't have to suddenly become different people."

He listened quietly.

"We're still us."

"You still make terrible jokes."

"I do not."

"You absolutely do."

"You laugh at them."

"Because they're terrible."

He grinned.

"You still steal my hoodies."

"They're comfortable."

"You still beat me at cards."

"You let me win."

"I absolutely don't."

"And..."

You gently reached for his hand again.

"...we're just us."

His expression softened.

"I really like the sound of that."

You stepped a little closer.

"So..."

"So?"

"I think I'd like to try that goodbye kiss."

His ears immediately turned pink.

"Oh."

"You don't have to."

"No!"

He laughed nervously.

"I want to."

He looked at you for a second before leaning in.

The kiss was quick.

Sweet.

Barely more than a peck.

When you pulled apart, you both just stood there smiling like complete idiots.

"Was that okay?" he asked.

"It was perfect."

"You sure?"

Instead of answering, you leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"There."

His smile somehow got even bigger.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this boyfriend thing."

"Slowly."

"Very slowly."

Across the parking lot, one of your classmates pumped a fist into the air.

"YES!"

Another yelled, "I KNEW THEY'D FIGURE IT OUT!"

Rob buried his face in your shoulder with a groan.

"I cannot believe they're still watching."

You laughed, wrapping an arm around him.

"They've been waiting a year for this."

"Think they'll calm down?"

You looked toward the crowd of cheering classmates before smiling back at him.

"...Not a chance."