jueves, 29 de marzo de 2012

Fan Fic Futurista Robsten: Una fan entrevista a Robert y Kristen en el 2018 (Parte 2) | What's in the future for Robsten?

Whats in the future for #Robsten? #RamblingRobsten #Fruitcake
 
A Closet Twihard Gets A Dream Interview
Excerpt from Her Diary
Part 2 (ICYMI here’s part one —-> http://bit.ly/hZVhpf) 
November 21st, 2018
 
As Rob took a moment to collect  himself, I took a moment to admire the man’s ability to show his  emotions. I don’t believe he was aware of it but the love in his eyes  when he looked at his son or his wife was simply unparalleled. He looked  at them with such happiness. Almost as if he could not believe he was  lucky enough to have them. And, I reflected, that it was in this way  that he was so much like the Edward character that made him famous. 
 
After a few moments passed, he began  to talk again. “As soon as Kristen and I found out she was pregnant we  both quit smoking. Do you smoke?” I shook my head in the negative. “Its  not like I want to sound overly controlling but I don’t want my son  around cigarette smoke.” I nodded. That sounded reasonable. Who wants to  subject their baby to carcinogens? But I didn’t say that. I just nodded  with the desperate hope that the less I spoke the more he would share.  “Kristen and I went overboard during her first pregnancy. We are both  sort of control freaks in our own ways. Although, she tends to manage it  better where as I am prone to just freak out.” He injected a  self-depreciating laugh. “Thank God I have Kristen to keep me from  driving myself completely bonkers” He stopped for a second, distracted  by his son’s gleeful giggle at the TV. Rob’s face automatically  responded to his son’s joy with an indulgent smile.
 
“What was I talking about?” *pause*  “Oh yes. We both went to extremes to ensure her health and the baby’s  health during her first pregnancy. Now, with this next baby, we are  still being careful but it is somehow slightly less nerve wracking. It  is like. Okay. We have done this before. We know how it goes.” I tried  not to bug my eyes out of my head. NEXT BABY? I just kept nodding and  biting my cheek. I tried not to make any sudden movements lest he  realize what he was confessing. “We both like to do everything  ourselves. Especially with our son. But Kristen needs to relax some, and  I have another movie that I will start shooting soon. And with Kristen  wrapping her first directing job next week, she will be here full time  but she needs to rest. Even if she does not agree that she needs to  rest. Maybe you could encourage her to do that?” I nodded again and sent  a silent prayer to God, ‘please let this man keep rambling’ “I am  shooting here in LA, I would not have taken the role unless it was  shooting nearby. We love our careers, but family comes first for us.” He  paused again. So I kept nodding. Carefully. Slowly. And prayed he would  keep talking.
 
“It is so odd how when you become a  parent things change so quickly and so completely. Kris and I used to be  laid back. Calm. And we still are, but it is not like we can just get  in the car and go somewhere. Spontaneity is no longer an option. Outings  require extreme planning and packing. Pull Ups. Apple Juice. Baby bag.  And of course pluffalumpel. If we forget the pluffalumpel, the whole day  is over.“ He made a chopping gesture with his hand and paused to laugh  at this and I joined in with his laughter. He continued, “God my life  has become pathetic. It is completely controlled by the pluffalumpel.  But I would not trade it for anything. My son is simply amazing.” And  then I couldn’t help it. I let a sigh slip out. 
 
Thankfully, before my embarrassment  could set in, a loud crash came from the kitchen followed by Kris’s vein  attempt to stifle her swearing. Rob looked over at the kitchen and got  up, “I should go help her, can you hold him?” The child in question had  dozed off while we had been talking and he passed the sleepy warm angel  to me and I could not believe that I was actually holding ROBSTEN’s  child. 
 
I looked to the kitchen where Rob was  reassuring a hormone ridden Kristen. She had started to tear up. I  could not hear what was being said but I could see her gesturing  hopelessly to the mess on the floor. She was holding out her fingers to  Rob and brandishing her injuries angrily in his face. 
 
Then what happened next completely  slay me.  He took her hand and carefully kissed the tips of each of her  singed fingers which caused Kris to burst into fresh bought of tears.  Instead of nervously shifting away from the onslaught of emotion, Rob  wrapped his arms tightly around her to soothe her. I still could not  hear what was being said but I could read his lips quite perfectly. He  was saying “I love you.” Quietly. Over and over again. A whispered chant  meant to calm and reassure. I watched as his hands slipped to her ass.  Not in a blatantly sexual overture but rather as if his hands found  their way there by force of habit. I smirked at that, my memory  immediately flashing back to the Twilight commentary and his “robust  butt” comment. 
 
Quick on the heals of that thought  was the realization that I should look away. That I should not be  intruding on their intimate scene. That it was really, really none of my  business. But somehow I was transfixed. The scene was quite ordinary  yet somehow extraordinarily beautiful. A perfect little snapshot of  everyday life. A loving husband with a wife expecting his child. Burnt  food. Sleeping baby. Just normal, everyday life. Yet somehow it was a  little piece of perfection. And I felt so honored that I was able to  witness it. 
 
I shifted the child lying in my arms  and I snuggled his soft baby neck. It radiated that unique smell of talc  and innocence, that only baby’s have. And I sighed. I glanced back at  his parents and then I very softly whispered to him, “Lucky ducky.” 
 
**AUTHOR’S NOTE: I really appreciate all  the positive feedback. I have zero confidence in my writing. And posting  is really nerve wracking so your feedback meant ahlot :) There’s a part  three. And possibly part four. Hope you like the fruitcake. And if you  don’t know what fruitcake is. Don’t worry. That is going to be detailed  in an upcoming post :) **

Una Twihard Obtiene la entrevista de su sueños Extracto de su diario 
Parte 2

Lee la Parte 1


Tan pronto como Rob tomó un momento para reponerse, me tomé un momento para admirar la capacidad de ese hombre para mostrar sus emociones. No creo que él era consciente de ello, pero el amor en sus ojos cuando miraba a su hijo o a su esposa era simplemente incomparable. Los miró con tanta felicidad. Casi como si él no podía creer la suerte  que tiene  de tenerlos. Y, pensé, de esta manera él era tan parecido al personaje de Edward  el cual  lo hizo famoso. 

Después de unos momentos, él empezó a hablar nuevamente. "Tan pronto como Kristen y yo nos dimos cuenta que ella estaba embarazada dejamos de fumar  Tú fumas?" Sacudí mi cabeza negando. " No es que quiera sonar demasiado controlador pero no quiero humo de cigarros cerca de mi hijo" Yo asentí. Eso sonó razonable. ¿Quién quiere someter a su hijo a agentes cancerígenos? pero no dije eso. Tan solo asentí con la cabeza con una desesperada esperanza de cuanto menos hablara más cosas el compartiría. "Kristen y yo nos fuimos al extremo durante su primer embarazo. De alguna manera, ambos somos una especie de locos por el control. Aunque ella tiende a manejar mejor las cosas cuando yo estoy a punto de enloquecer".  Sonrió un poco " Gracias a Dios que tengo a Kristen para que no me vuelva completamente loco" Se detuvo por un segundo, distraído por la sonrisa alegre de su hijo al ver la televisión. El rostro de Rob respondió de forma automática a la alegría de su hijo con una sonrisa condescendiente. 

"¿Qué estaba diciendo?" * Pausa * "Oh, sí. Los dos nos fuimos a los extremos para asegurar su salud y la salud del bebé durante su primer embarazo. Ahora, con este bebé que viene, todavía estamos con cuidados, pero de alguna manera es  como un poco menos destroza nervios. Es como. Muy bien. Hemos hecho esto antes. Sabemos cómo va." Traté que mis ojos no se salieran. ¿PRÓXIMO BEBÉ? Yo seguía asintiendo con la cabeza y mordía mi mejilla. Traté de no hacer movimientos bruscos para que no se diera cuenta de lo que estaba confesando. "A los dos nos gusta hacer todo por nosotros mismos. Sobre todo con nuestro hijo. Pero Kristen necesita relajarse un poco, y yo tengo otra película que comenzará a filmarse pronto. Y con Kristen terminando su primer trabajo de dirección la próxima semana, va a estar aquí a tiempo completo pero necesita descansar. Incluso si ella no está de acuerdo que necesita descansar. Tal vez tú podrías animarla a hacer eso?" Asentí de nuevo y envié una silenciosa plegaria a Dios, 'por favor, deja que este hombre siga  hablando "estoy  filmando aquí en Los Angeles, no  habría tomado el papel si no estuviera grabando cerca. Nos encanta nuestra carrera, pero la familia es lo primero para nosotros". Hizo una pausa de nuevo. Así que seguí asintiendo con la cabeza. Con cuidado. Poco a poco. Y orando para que el siguiera hablando.

"Es tan extraño que cuando te conviertes en  padre las cosas cambian tan rápido y tan completamente. Kris y yo solíamos estar relajados.En calma. Y todavía lo estamos, pero no así como para poder subir al carro e ir a cualquier parte. La espontaneidad no es una opción. Los paseos requieren una planificación extrema y preparación de equipaje. Pañales, jugo de manzana, la bolsa del bebé y, por supuesto pluffalumpel. Si nos olvidamos de  pluffalumpel, todo el día se ha acabado" Hizo un gesto de cortar con la mano e hizo una pausa para reírse de esto y me uní a su risa. Y añadió: "Dios, mi vida se ha vuelto patética. Está completamente controlada por pluffalumpel. Pero yo no la cambiaría por nada. Mi hijo es simplemente increíble". Y entonces ya no pude evitarlo. Dejé escapar un suspiro.

Afortunadamente, antes de ponerme en vergüenza, un gran estruendo salió de la cocina seguido por el intento de Kris de no maldecir. Rob miró hacia la cocina y se levantó: "Yo debería ir a ayudarla puedes cargarlo?" El niño en cuestión se había quedado dormido mientras habíamos estado hablando y el ángel somnoliento, pasó a mis manos y yo no podía creer que en realidad estaba con el niño Robsten.

Miré a la cocina donde Rob estaba tranquilizando a una hormonal Kristen. Ella había empezado a llorar . No pude oír lo que decían, pero podía ver su gesto por el desorden en el suelo. Ella estaba extendiendo sus dedos hacia Rob mostrándole sus quemaduras.

Entonces,  lo que pasó después me mató completamente.  Él tomó la mano  de ella y  besó con cuidado las puntas de cada uno de sus dedos quemados lo que causó que Kris estallara en lágrimas. En lugar de que se alejará por el repentino cambio de emociones, Rob envolvió sus brazos con fuerza alrededor de ella para calmarla. Todavía no podía oír lo que decían, pero pude leer los labios perfectamente. Él  le estaba diciendo: "Te amo". Tranquila. Una y otra vez. Un canto susurrado con intención de calmar y tranquilizarla. Vi como sus manos se deslizaron hasta sus nalgas. No en una forma sexual, sino más bien como si sus manos encontraran su camino por la fuerza de la costumbre. Sonreí por eso, y mi memoria inmediatamente se fue a los comentarios de Crepúsculo y su comentario de "trasero robusto ".

Mirar rápidamente hacia otro lado parecía ser un pensamiento sano. No debería entrometerme en una escena tan íntima. Realmente no era de mi incumbencia. Pero de alguna manera yo estaba paralizada. La escena era muy normal pero de alguna manera extraordinariamente bella. Una perfecta captura de la vida cotidiana. Un esposo amoroso con su esposa esperando un hijo suyo. Comida quemada. El bebé durmiendo.Tan solo una normal vida cotidiana. Pero de alguna manera se trataba de un pequeño pedazo de la perfección. Y me sentí muy honrada de que tuve la oportunidad de presenciarlo.

Cambié el niño de brazos y me acerqué a su suave cuello de bebé que irradiaba ese olor único de talco y de inocencia, que sólo el bebe tiene. Y suspiré. Volví a ver a sus padres y luego en voz muy baja le susurré, " Qué afortunado".

Escrito por:@suzyqsparkles

Bueno chicas esta fue la segunda parte de los 5  capítulos del fanfic futurista que subiremos... díganme que les pareció?? Rob como siempre hablando de más XD... y la gran sorpresa ...Robsten nuevamente embarazados!! No se les olvide dejar sus comentarios... 

Fuente | Traducción +Via: Eclipse Saga


Whats in the future for #Robsten? #RamblingRobsten #Fruitcake
 
A Closet Twihard Gets A Dream Interview
Excerpt from Her Diary
Part 2 (ICYMI here’s part one —-> http://bit.ly/hZVhpf) 
November 21st, 2018
 
As Rob took a moment to collect  himself, I took a moment to admire the man’s ability to show his  emotions. I don’t believe he was aware of it but the love in his eyes  when he looked at his son or his wife was simply unparalleled. He looked  at them with such happiness. Almost as if he could not believe he was  lucky enough to have them. And, I reflected, that it was in this way  that he was so much like the Edward character that made him famous. 
 
After a few moments passed, he began  to talk again. “As soon as Kristen and I found out she was pregnant we  both quit smoking. Do you smoke?” I shook my head in the negative. “Its  not like I want to sound overly controlling but I don’t want my son  around cigarette smoke.” I nodded. That sounded reasonable. Who wants to  subject their baby to carcinogens? But I didn’t say that. I just nodded  with the desperate hope that the less I spoke the more he would share.  “Kristen and I went overboard during her first pregnancy. We are both  sort of control freaks in our own ways. Although, she tends to manage it  better where as I am prone to just freak out.” He injected a  self-depreciating laugh. “Thank God I have Kristen to keep me from  driving myself completely bonkers” He stopped for a second, distracted  by his son’s gleeful giggle at the TV. Rob’s face automatically  responded to his son’s joy with an indulgent smile.
 
“What was I talking about?” *pause*  “Oh yes. We both went to extremes to ensure her health and the baby’s  health during her first pregnancy. Now, with this next baby, we are  still being careful but it is somehow slightly less nerve wracking. It  is like. Okay. We have done this before. We know how it goes.” I tried  not to bug my eyes out of my head. NEXT BABY? I just kept nodding and  biting my cheek. I tried not to make any sudden movements lest he  realize what he was confessing. “We both like to do everything  ourselves. Especially with our son. But Kristen needs to relax some, and  I have another movie that I will start shooting soon. And with Kristen  wrapping her first directing job next week, she will be here full time  but she needs to rest. Even if she does not agree that she needs to  rest. Maybe you could encourage her to do that?” I nodded again and sent  a silent prayer to God, ‘please let this man keep rambling’ “I am  shooting here in LA, I would not have taken the role unless it was  shooting nearby. We love our careers, but family comes first for us.” He  paused again. So I kept nodding. Carefully. Slowly. And prayed he would  keep talking.
 
“It is so odd how when you become a  parent things change so quickly and so completely. Kris and I used to be  laid back. Calm. And we still are, but it is not like we can just get  in the car and go somewhere. Spontaneity is no longer an option. Outings  require extreme planning and packing. Pull Ups. Apple Juice. Baby bag.  And of course pluffalumpel. If we forget the pluffalumpel, the whole day  is over.“ He made a chopping gesture with his hand and paused to laugh  at this and I joined in with his laughter. He continued, “God my life  has become pathetic. It is completely controlled by the pluffalumpel.  But I would not trade it for anything. My son is simply amazing.” And  then I couldn’t help it. I let a sigh slip out. 
 
Thankfully, before my embarrassment  could set in, a loud crash came from the kitchen followed by Kris’s vein  attempt to stifle her swearing. Rob looked over at the kitchen and got  up, “I should go help her, can you hold him?” The child in question had  dozed off while we had been talking and he passed the sleepy warm angel  to me and I could not believe that I was actually holding ROBSTEN’s  child. 
 
I looked to the kitchen where Rob was  reassuring a hormone ridden Kristen. She had started to tear up. I  could not hear what was being said but I could see her gesturing  hopelessly to the mess on the floor. She was holding out her fingers to  Rob and brandishing her injuries angrily in his face. 
 
Then what happened next completely  slay me.  He took her hand and carefully kissed the tips of each of her  singed fingers which caused Kris to burst into fresh bought of tears.  Instead of nervously shifting away from the onslaught of emotion, Rob  wrapped his arms tightly around her to soothe her. I still could not  hear what was being said but I could read his lips quite perfectly. He  was saying “I love you.” Quietly. Over and over again. A whispered chant  meant to calm and reassure. I watched as his hands slipped to her ass.  Not in a blatantly sexual overture but rather as if his hands found  their way there by force of habit. I smirked at that, my memory  immediately flashing back to the Twilight commentary and his “robust  butt” comment. 
 
Quick on the heals of that thought  was the realization that I should look away. That I should not be  intruding on their intimate scene. That it was really, really none of my  business. But somehow I was transfixed. The scene was quite ordinary  yet somehow extraordinarily beautiful. A perfect little snapshot of  everyday life. A loving husband with a wife expecting his child. Burnt  food. Sleeping baby. Just normal, everyday life. Yet somehow it was a  little piece of perfection. And I felt so honored that I was able to  witness it. 
 
I shifted the child lying in my arms  and I snuggled his soft baby neck. It radiated that unique smell of talc  and innocence, that only baby’s have. And I sighed. I glanced back at  his parents and then I very softly whispered to him, “Lucky ducky.” 
 
**AUTHOR’S NOTE: I really appreciate all  the positive feedback. I have zero confidence in my writing. And posting  is really nerve wracking so your feedback meant ahlot :) There’s a part  three. And possibly part four. Hope you like the fruitcake. And if you  don’t know what fruitcake is. Don’t worry. That is going to be detailed  in an upcoming post :) **




A Closet Twihard Gets A Dream Interview Excerpt from Her Diary

Read Part 1
November 21st, 2018


As Rob took a moment to collect himself, I took a moment to admire the man’s ability to show his emotions. I don’t believe he was aware of it but the love in his eyes when he looked at his son or his wife was simply unparalleled. He looked at them with such happiness. Almost as if he could not believe he was lucky enough to have them. And, I reflected, that it was in this way that he was so much like the Edward character that made him famous.

After a few moments passed, he began to talk again. “As soon as Kristen and I found out she was pregnant we both quit smoking. Do you smoke?” I shook my head in the negative. “Its not like I want to sound overly controlling but I don’t want my son around cigarette smoke.” I nodded. That sounded reasonable. Who wants to subject their baby to carcinogens? But I didn’t say that. I just nodded with the desperate hope that the less I spoke the more he would share. “Kristen and I went overboard during her first pregnancy. We are both sort of control freaks in our own ways. Although, she tends to manage it better where as I am prone to just freak out.” He injected a self-depreciating laugh. “Thank God I have Kristen to keep me from driving myself completely bonkers” He stopped for a second, distracted by his son’s gleeful giggle at the TV. Rob’s face automatically responded to his son’s joy with an indulgent smile.

“What was I talking about?” *pause* “Oh yes. We both went to extremes to ensure her health and the baby’s health during her first pregnancy. Now, with this next baby, we are still being careful but it is somehow slightly less nerve wracking. It is like. Okay. We have done this before. We know how it goes.” I tried not to bug my eyes out of my head. NEXT BABY? I just kept nodding and biting my cheek. I tried not to make any sudden movements lest he realize what he was confessing. “We both like to do everything ourselves. Especially with our son. But Kristen needs to relax some, and I have another movie that I will start shooting soon. And with Kristen wrapping her first directing job next week, she will be here full time but she needs to rest. Even if she does not agree that she needs to rest. Maybe you could encourage her to do that?” I nodded again and sent a silent prayer to God, ‘please let this man keep rambling’ “I am shooting here in LA, I would not have taken the role unless it was shooting nearby. We love our careers, but family comes first for us.” He paused again. So I kept nodding. Carefully. Slowly. And prayed he would keep talking.

“It is so odd how when you become a parent things change so quickly and so completely. Kris and I used to be laid back. Calm. And we still are, but it is not like we can just get in the car and go somewhere. Spontaneity is no longer an option. Outings require extreme planning and packing. Pull Ups. Apple Juice. Baby bag. And of course pluffalumpel. If we forget the pluffalumpel, the whole day is over.“ He made a chopping gesture with his hand and paused to laugh at this and I joined in with his laughter. He continued, “God my life has become pathetic. It is completely controlled by the pluffalumpel. But I would not trade it for anything. My son is simply amazing.” And then I couldn’t help it. I let a sigh slip out.

Thankfully, before my embarrassment could set in, a loud crash came from the kitchen followed by Kris’s vein attempt to stifle her swearing. Rob looked over at the kitchen and got up, “I should go help her, can you hold him?” The child in question had dozed off while we had been talking and he passed the sleepy warm angel to me and I could not believe that I was actually holding ROBSTEN’s child.

I looked to the kitchen where Rob was reassuring a hormone ridden Kristen. She had started to tear up. I could not hear what was being said but I could see her gesturing hopelessly to the mess on the floor. She was holding out her fingers to Rob and brandishing her injuries angrily in his face.

Then what happened next completely slay me.  He took her hand and carefully kissed the tips of each of her singed fingers which caused Kris to burst into fresh bought of tears. Instead of nervously shifting away from the onslaught of emotion, Rob wrapped his arms tightly around her to soothe her. I still could not hear what was being said but I could read his lips quite perfectly. He was saying “I love you.” Quietly. Over and over again. A whispered chant meant to calm and reassure. I watched as his hands slipped to her ass. Not in a blatantly sexual overture but rather as if his hands found their way there by force of habit. I smirked at that, my memory immediately flashing back to the Twilight commentary and his “robust butt” comment.

Quick on the heals of that thought was the realization that I should look away. That I should not be intruding on their intimate scene. That it was really, really none of my business. But somehow I was transfixed. The scene was quite ordinary yet somehow extraordinarily beautiful. A perfect little snapshot of everyday life. A loving husband with a wife expecting his child. Burnt food. Sleeping baby. Just normal, everyday life. Yet somehow it was a little piece of perfection. And I felt so honored that I was able to witness it.

I shifted the child lying in my arms and I snuggled his soft baby neck. It radiated that unique smell of talc and innocence, that only baby’s have. And I sighed. I glanced back at his parents and then I very softly whispered to him, “Lucky ducky.”

4 comentarios:

Kaprii Mellark dijo...

Soy Robstener, no acostumbro a leer muchos fics de ellos sin embargo porque casi nunca enucuentro algo que me parezca "real" -y estamos hablando de ficción, pero ¿me explico?- algo que al leerlo me haga sentir y pensar: sí, esto puede ser así. Y creo que me pasó con esta historia. Bueno, sigue siendo uno de los sueños más lindos que una pueda tener al pensar en esta pareja *-* pero siempre podría ocurrir. En una de las tantas ramas que tiene la vida de los 'y si así sucediera...'. Lindo, lindo, me encantó. Muy dulce :')
Sigan publicando la tradu! aunque lo leí en inglés, en los párrafos que publicaron más abajo jajaja (simple gusto personal). A todo esto ¿quién escribió el original? *curiosidad*

Patt Thomas dijo...

Hola Kaprii, y si es muy dulce y desearía que pasara. El Fic pertenece a @suzyqsparkles por si la quieres buscar en twitter, el fic es publicado en su tumblr, podrás entra desde la fuente anunciada en los creditos :)

Ester!! dijo...

Me encantó.. y estoy de acuerdo con Kaprii... la historia esta construida de una manera que sí parece posible..,, real.. y eso la hace hermosa.. Me encantó la parte cuando Rob consuela a Kris.. es tann dulce!! ..

Anónimo dijo...

O si definitivamente me encanta y creo y me atrevo a pensar y soñar que en la vida real Robert es como lo describen en este fic, simplemente magnifico... lo adoro.
Cecy C.