#bob saginowski one shot

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To Be Alone With You

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pairing is bob saginowski x mom!reader

in which Bob is just the grumpy, quiet bartender who always keeps an eye on her store across the street, just in case something happens. In a very friendly manner. She’s too oblivious to everything—too good for this world. He’s just the grumpy bartender who worries about her.

word count: 4,2k

warnings: fluff, just the mob lurking around, Bob is kind of paranoid she’s going to get herself killed, maybe a few mistakes I’ve missed

A/N: sometimes I get obsessed with these random thoughts and ideas and I HAVE to write them down. I couldn’t stop thinking about Bob holding a baby either. Bree was just a "she", but I loved the concept so much I had to give her a proper identity. Hopefully I’ll write more about these two three 🤍

Even when the store was closed, the 'Open!' sign remained on the door. No matter the snow painting the streets or the danger creeping in when the sky turned darker, the sign was just a detail she didn’t think to flip over.  

With her kid always perched on her hip and the store she managed on her own, Bob could only assume she did her best to survive. Just like he did.  

He had taken a strange liking to glancing at that door every now and then, catching glimpses of her through the window. She’d be behind the counter, either putting things in bags or hugging herself to fend off the cold. Bob had also noticed she arrived at the same hour, usually wearing a long coat that made her look small and a scarf messily thrown around her neck. Even from afar, she radiated something he craved to understand. 

In November, the store was closed for the fifth day in a row. On the sixth day, Marv gave Bob a weird look for coming in so early, oblivious about it all. But it was fair to worry—not just because that woman seemed like someone who needed protection. Bob wasn’t one to claim superpowers, but the kind of men who lurked after sunset wouldn’t hesitate to make her suffer for something she didn’t even know about. Violence ran in those men’s veins, and Eric was trouble wrapped in bad intentions to say the least.

Everyone had noticed Bob was off, though when hadn’t he been? His life was just a series of calculated drops, heated meals eaten on his couch, and ticking of the clock which, in return, ate his brain. It wasn’t unusual for him to scowl at the door or at anyone who stepped into the bar. What was unusual, though, was him standing by the window during the quiet moments, when he would usually remain behind the bar, where the money was. The regulars asked what was up with him, and stopped joking when they realized he wouldn’t reply.

He’d seen a man get shot just down the street. What if she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time with her kid? 

It was absurd. He didn’t even know what she sold exactly. He’d been told it was stuff for kids, but he wasn’t sure, and didn't ask. You know, just wondering. Although he’d never seen anyone picking her up or dropping her off in the mornings, Bob couldn’t be so sure about her situation.

From what he’d seen, her kid was still a baby. That was all he knew.

So, despite the desperate lack of information and the fact that the two Chechens would soon claim their stake again, Bob had the overwhelming urge to make sure she stayed far from the dangers he was involved in.  

As if on purpose, a few days after disappearing, she returned at an odd hour—around three o'clock. The lights were on as the snowy sky was darker than usual, but Bob didn’t spot her again until closing time.

Marv was busy chatting with someone, and this seemed like the perfect time to meet her. This would pull him out of his crazy haze, and he’d finally see she was just like the rest. 

He crossed the road when it was clear and squinted through the darkness, spotting her shape as he drew closer, not even sure what he’d say exactly. A blast of snow hit him in the face as he approached the door, frowning at himself when he noticed the baby toys displayed behind the glass. Before he could decide on his next words, a short woman opened the door and offered an awkward smile, prompting him to step aside and let her pass. 

With the door open in front of him, his next options were easy. Walk in, make sure she’s fine. Turn around and leave her out of it.  

The second his foot hit the wooden floor, the woman he thought he already knew turned around and offered a bright smile—one she must have given to everyone who dared walk down that street. He took a minute to admire her beauty and how her skin seemed to glow under the light.  

“Hi. Just let me know if you need anything.” 

Bob nodded stiffly, eyeing his surroundings. Baby clothes. Kids toys. He had definitely not one reason to be standing there, with the heater blowing warm air in his face. Standing there in silence, he looked like one of the men he was worried about.  

Checking the front door in case anyone was listening in, Bob cleared his throat. “Hey. I came to see how you’re doing.” 

He met her eyes again, which slightly lost their spark. Yet, her features were even more beautiful from so close. There was something so sweet in her face, matching with her voice. A tenderness he couldn’t have noticed from the bar.  

She gave Bob a confused smile. “Do we know each other?” 

An awkward chuckle slipped past her lips, the sound causing him to stare at her for a long moment, at a loss for words. Why hadn’t he introduced himself first-hand like a normal person?  

“I’m sorry, uh, I’m Bob. Bob Saginowski. I’m working at the bar across the street.” 

Her eyes followed his, landing on the building which orange lights spilled onto the sidewalk.  

“Oh,” her eyes widened in realization. “Right. Sorry, I wasn’t—” 

“It’s okay,” he cut her off, sliding his hands in the pockets of his jacket.  

Bob couldn’t help but think she was smiling at him out of pity, or maybe to let him think it was time for him to go. Although she looked honest and more at ease now he’d told her his name, he wondered if it had been a good thing to come here.  

“I’m Bree,” she nervously toyed with her rings. “So, do you have kids, or… are you looking for something?” 

“Nah,” Bob was quick to respond, almost laughing at the question. “It’s just that it can get a bit dangerous out here, you know, at night. Thought I’d swing by and check in.” 

“Right, well, thank you,” she said, searching for the right words. “I’ve had some issues with my car, so now a friend drops me off and picks me up every day... you know, over by the parking lot next to the restaurant?” 

“Yeah, I know it.” 

She nodded again, like a nervous habit she couldn’t get rid of. “I have to walk the rest of the way from there, but I’ve seen cars parked around sometimes. I don’t know… it just felt off, you know?” 

“I get it. If anything happens, don't hesitate to come for help, alright? I’m right there.” 

“Thank you,” Bree gave a sincere smile. “I'm okay for now, but I guess I’ll have to deal with it on my own someday.” 

“You’re scared to drive?” 

“Not scared, um, I just don’t feel comfortable going out there with my baby. Driving either."

Her baby. Right. Bob considered offering to give her rides—whenever she needed, day or night, weekends too—but his words stuck in his throat when a loud wail echoed from another room, making her flinch. 

“Fuck. I’m sorry, I’ll...” 

Without a word, Bob watched her stride across the room and push open a door at the back of the store. Should he wait here and make a fool of himself? Leave without saying goodbye, just to avoid any awkward goodbyes? 

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” 

His eyes flitted back to the door, where Bree cradled that little bundle against her chest, cooing lowly. Something tugged inside him at the sight, hearing her say it was okay, that there was no reason to cry.  

Swallowing hard, Bob forced a smile when she looked up at him.  

“That’s the little monster draining all my energy,” she tried to joke, lighting the atmosphere with a curve of her lips. “My boss doesn’t know she’s staying with me so… if you don’t mind keeping that between us." 

“Yeah, of course. Are you—are you taking care of her by yourself?” 

She hummed in response, glancing down at the baby. “Yeah. I’ve been having trouble with the late babysitter. Gotta find someone else. She hates sleeping there, but I don’t have much of a choice.” 

That didn’t really answer his question about the father or husband, but Bob didn’t want to push. What did he care about anyway? She already had enough troubles as it was.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a quiet acknowledgment of her struggle. “Jesus. That sounds tough.” 

Bree chuckled, a bright sound that almost knocked the wind out of him. “I know, right? I must sound like a real 'woe is me' kind of person. Sorry about that.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Bob didn’t miss a beat, earning another smile.  

It might have been a sign of the times when his phone buzzed in his pocket, lightning up with Marv’s name. He wished he could have told him to fuck off, but instead clicked on the red button and sent a one word text. Maybe he actually needed help with the drop.

coming.  

“Sorry, I’ve gotta go,” Bob said while tucking his phone back into his pocket, glancing at the baby’s hand gripping her mother’s hair.  

Bree gave a quick nod. "Well, come back soon.” 

“I will,” he surprised himself saying, sharing a smile too. 

Next time, perhaps he could pretend to have a nephew whose birthday was coming up, and offer to buy something. That would be better than standing there, searching how he could tell her not to linger outside when it got dark. And perhaps he could stick around longer.  

When he stopped at the door, his hand rested on the handle, he couldn’t help but tell her, “Be careful, alright?”  

With that beautiful face of hers, she just shrugged and joked that she’d try to survive. And just before he shut the door behind him, Bree thanked him again.  

Bob had always been observant as a child. Always wanting to analyze the world and decipher the meaning of every little thing. But life in Brooklyn had worn him down. By the time he hit eighteen, there was no longer room for long nights staring at his ceiling. He moved into a shitty apartment close to the house he now lived in, accepted the job Marv offered, and lost that spark. He wasn’t sure how to dream anymore. Not that the bar offered anything remotely close to romance anyway. 

It was a Friday, or perhaps a Saturday, when Marv came back from his cigarette break outside with that look in his eyes. Bob knew it all too well. It clouded his eyes each time the men came in to collect their cut. 

“What’s up with you?” he asked as soon as Marv came behind the bar, grabbing a bottle.  

“There’s another car parked outside. Been sitting there too long.” 

Bob frowned, his eyes flickering to the window, though he couldn’t see anything from where he was.  

“Where?” 

“Don’t make a big thing out of it,” Marv brushed it off, acknowledging a guy on one of the stools with a small nod. “We’ll deal with it.” 

Inhaling deeply, Bob tossed the towel behind him and told Marv to watch things for a minute. He wouldn’t listen to the men’s dumb stories while knowing some guys were parked near her, maybe watching her, knowing her kid was in there, too.  

“Where are you going?” Marv called from behind him, a shout that he ignored as he closed the door behind him with a soft click.  

Only wearing his green sweatshirt and his light puffer vest, Bob also ignored the chill air that seeped through his clothes and inhaled another sharp breath. A black car was parked by the street curb, in front of her store. Though he couldn’t see the faces sitting inside, he knew they weren’t just customers of the bar.  

“Damn it,” he muttered to himself as he crossed the street in long steps, growing closer to the light.  

For some reason, her normal expression eased some of his nerves. Bree was talking to a couple next to a table with baby clothes, focused and serious. The baby sleeping against her chest. She must knew them, he thought.  

Bob was sweeping her body with one long glance when she looked over the woman’s shoulder. His hard gaze bore into hers, fascinated by the mere sight of her. She wore a long skirt, like the kind he’d seen his mother wear once or twice, with black boots peeking out from underneath.

Bree’s distant gaze shifted toward the couple as they both glanced in his direction, sizing him up. Quietly, she thanked them for coming, watched them leave, and met his eyes again. At that, an electric current zipped up his arms to his neck, the tiny hairs rising.  

How could she make him feel like a fucking kid, he’d never know. 

Then, he realized his headaches had less to do with Marv’s incessant prattling and more with how far he was from her. Walking in her store was appeasing.

“Hey.” 

“Hey,” Bree greeted back. “I supposed you’re not looking to buy anything?” 

Stupidly, he thought for a second. “I’m not.” 

She nodded, as if to say it’s okay. “I saw your boss outside the bar, watching that car.” 

Bob turned around, his eyes narrowing at it, still sitting there. 

“Yeah, I don’t know what they’re after,” he said, frowning.  

“Me either,” she brushed a soft thumb over the baby’s cheeks which looked splotchy from sobbing. “I just wish they could leave. No one comes in when they park in front of the door.” 

As if to tell him it was fine, she offered him a small smile and walked behind the counter to sit on a stool, letting out a tired exhale.  

“I can tell them to leave,” Bob offered, his voice rough and quiet. “You know, I can find a way to tell them.” 

“It’s fine, don’t bother. I’ll close up soon.” 

They just looked at each other, the silence spinning tension in his core. He couldn’t find a single word to break it. 

“You can stay for a bit, if you want,” Bree added, her voice soft, just as the baby’s babbling quieted. “I’d feel a little safer if you did.” 

His answer came without hesitation. “I’ll stay, yeah.” 

“That is, if you’re not working or anything.” 

“I’m fine. The bar’s quiet.” 

Lie. But Marv would be okay.  

“I’ve seen lots of people coming in, though,” she smiled teasingly.  

“I’ve worked all week,” Bob simply shrugged, stepping closer. “I can take one long break once in a while.” 

Another smile painted her lips, this time more serious. “I can call a friend to stay with me if you have to go.” 

“It’s okay,” he insisted, finally meeting the baby’s wide, curious gaze. “I’ve got better company here.” 

“Yeah? Are they bad company?” 

“They’re just chatty men in need of attention, you know.” 

Bree grimaced funnily, bouncing Cleo back and forth in an attempt to soothe her as she began to fuss. “Tell me about it. I’ve had my fair share of needy men.” 

“Is that right?” 

Another grimace. He chuckled at her self-deprecating joke, coaxing out that dimple in her cheek. She smoothed the growing fuzz of hair back from the baby’s face. Feeling she wouldn’t say more, Bob asked what her name was.  

“That’s Ivy.” 

“Ivy. She’s cute.” 

“Just like her mom,” Bree cooed against the baby’s head.  

The gleam in Ivy’s eye told him she was happy. But he couldn’t stop looking at Bree. Could have stood there for hours, watching her smile happily. Even if she hadn’t asked, he wouldn’t have left her alone that evening. 

He was about to say something when her smile faded, and she suddenly turned toward the door. Bob followed her gaze, looking out the window just in time to see one of the men step out of the car. 

They should have locked the door.  

Shit. Why hadn’t he thought about that before?  

“You know what?” Bree rose to her feet and walked around the counter. “I'll have a word with them. Do you mind?” 

She was holding out the baby to him.  

Both confused and nervous about her sudden decision, it took him some time to process her request. 

“Nah, don’t go,” Bob looked at her in concern, though he still reached out and grabbed Ivy, pulling her to his hip instinctively. “You’d get shot for no reason.” 

“At least they’d get away,” Bree replied firmly, too determined for him to say anything.  

And he could even curse with that baby in his arm, watching him warily. Both of them watched her cross the store, her hair bouncing with each step. He would have fallen for her if she wasn’t so reckless.  

He’d come here to make sure she didn’t get killed accidentally, and somehow, he’d ended up with a baby in his arms, playing babysitter while she played superwoman. When had it all gone wrong? 

“Well, Ivy,” Bob filled the silence, thinking she might find it awkward too. “You’re okay?” 

Expecting her to burst into tears, Bob felt his mouth curving up as she bobbed her little head over and looked up at him with that same curiosity. He hoped he wasn’t smelling like beer or whiskey, though he knew she was not old enough to even realize.  

“Your mother’s a tough one, little bean,” he mumbled as he tried to see Bree through the window. “I don’t know what she’s gonna tell them, but...” 

An amused giggle filled the air between them, coming right from his arms. Something like pride swelled in his chest as he looked back down at her rosy cheeks. She was as close to happy as he’d ever seen her be when aimed his way.  

“You find it funny?” Bob mumbled, adjusting her headband as it started to slip off. “I wish I could laugh, too.” 

Ivy smiled again. 

Bob smiled back at her.  

“Assholes.” 

Bree walked in, breathing out a long breath to calm herself. Realizing he hadn’t even seen what happened, Bob stepped closer and observed her face. A good excuse to stand nearer. She looked alright. More upset than anything. Not one bloody trace on her face, though her cheeks looked crimson from the cold and the adrenaline. 

“I thought they’d keep ignoring me,” Bree uttered in frustration, looking at the car with a scowl. “I knocked on their window at least thirty times.” 

Her gaze fell on her daughter in Bob’s arms, and something clicked in her gaze. “Shit, sorry. I'm here.” 

“Nah, that’s okay,” he passed her back to her mother, watching as she folded easily into the curve of Bree’s side. “She was cute.” 

“Good,” she muttered, kissing the top of Ivy’s head.  

“Just like her mother.” 

Bree chuckled, a flush in her cheeks, and the sound warmed him up. “Well, I’ll put her down again while I clean up. It’s almost time.” 

She hates sleeping there.  

“Do you want me to hold her?” Bob asked, clearing his throat in that second of silence. “I’ll walk you to the parking lot once you’re finished.” 

Bree’s eyes sparkled when she bit her bottom lip and asked, “Really?” 

“I can…” her lips looked so soft, “I can hold her while you clean up. She didn’t seem to mind.” 

Why was it a bad idea? Bob could think of a million reasons—the most important being his stupid attraction. He wouldn’t be able to get her off his mind if he went on, but since he was already caught in the trap… he might as well be of service. 

“Okay. Thanks.” 

Offering her a small smile, he scooped Ivy out of her mother’s arms again, even though he still was terrified of dropping her. This time, the baby didn’t wait for him to speak to beam up at him.  

“Why, she seems to like you,” Bree drawled, looking surprised.  

“Does she?” Bob asked, looking back into her hazel eyes.  

Like her mother’s.  

“Yeah. She’s usually a little shy.” 

Well, he got it. He was still a stranger.  

Bob stood around while Bree cleaned the store in a few minutes, making it quick. She even threw out the classic, “Tell me about yourself,” which immediately made his palms sweat. 

“Um, not much to tell. Grew up around here, never really left the bar. My parents lived next to the laundromat.”  

“So you’re a local,” Bree smiled up at him while counting the cash, putting them in clean piles.  

“Um-hm,” he bopped Ivy’s nose to make her smile again. “You’re not?” 

After a few seconds of silence while she counted, Bree closed the cash register and turned off the lights behind her.  

“I’m not,” she confirmed. “I used to live in the Bronx. Until I found out I was pregnant. We moved here, but it didn’t really work out.” 

So they lived alone. At least Bob felt less guilty about looking her like that, with his puppy eyes.  

“You live nearby now?” 

“Yeah,” she walked in his direction like in a dream he had, moving into the last bits of fading light. “About ten minutes away. I’d walk if I was alone, but…” 

“Do you want me to drop you home?” 

“Oh, it’s fine. My friend’s got a messy shift at the restaurant, so he might be late.” 

“I don’t want you to wait here alone. I mean, alone with Ivy.” 

The words came out before he had time to properly vet them. At that, Bree chewed on her lips thoughtfully, her gaze drifting through the window. 

“You wouldn’t mind?” 

"Nah. I just… don’t have a car seat or anything.” 

Lost in her thoughts for a moment, she finally said, “You know what? That’d be really nice. I’ve got a baby carrier in the back. I can keep her under my coat for the ride.” 

Pretending to understand what she even meant, Bob nodded along and waited as she slipped into the back room. Two minutes later, she returned, baby carrier in hand, her coat, bag, and scarf draped over her arm. 

“I’ve let my friend know you’ll drive me home,” she told him. 

Bree quickly strapped the carrier to her chest, her brows furrowing in concentration. Bob couldn’t quite figure out how she managed to tuck Ivy into the carrier so effortlessly, but it worked—her daughter didn’t make a sound.  

“So you just… wear her like that?” 

Bree grinned at him, taking her jacket from him. “I promise it’s safe. She likes it.” 

“You do make it look easy.” 

“It is easy, until you’ve got to zip up your jacket. That’s the tricky part.” 

Struggling to get her second arm into the sleeve, Bree mumbled a low curse. 

So he came closer, awkwardly muttering, “Let me help.” 

She let him, her cheeks flushing as his breath grazed her nose. He risked a glance down at her for a split second, swallowing hard.  

“Careful with her head,” Bree whispered.  

Lightly gripping the zipper, Bob nodded silently. He just hadn’t expected her to smell so good. Something flowery he would think about for days, a perfume that would accompany her face in his daydreams. He tugged the zipper up slowly, his heart flipping at every inch and at the look she gave him. Perhaps there was a small, tiny, chance she felt that thing as well.  

“Thank you, Bob.” 

He didn’t need any more.  

Bree closed the store with trembling fingers and let him lead her through the street, the little head peeking out from her coat. 

“My car’s just over there.” 

She nodded, throwing careful looks over her shoulder. “Thank you again. That’s really kind of you.” 

“Ain’t nothing. Want me to carry the bag?” 

“If you don’t mind,” she looked so bashful then it made him smile.  

“Here,” he took the bag from her hands, glancing at Ivy fighting off her heavy eyelids, a low sleepy sound coming out of her mouth. “She’s okay? I mean, she’s comfortable enough?” 

“She’s just tired,” Bree kissed her head and covered it with her hands again. “You’re good.” 

“Okay,” Bob laughed a bit, not quite knowing why, his shoes crunching over the snow. He was just tired too. Not believing she was actually talking to him, trusting him enough to take care of her.  

He pulled his keys from his pocket, the metal slipping slightly from his fingers. Their breath clouded in front of them.  

Bob made sure they were settled correctly, his hands lingering for a moment to make sure Ivy was comfortable. He circled around to the driver’s side, the weight of the moment settling. From watching her across the street to sitting beside her inside his truck. It was surreal.

Ivy stirred once or twice, letting out tiny sighs that made Bree smile to herself. Bob caught it out of the corner of his eye and felt that thing tighten in his chest again. The sudden desire not to be alone anymore. He’d never thought much of these things before, but something about this moment made him think hard. This time, he told her he could give her rides whenever she wanted, that he'd be happy to help since his shift at the bar was flexible—another lie. Unsure at first, Bree came to agree with him picking her up in the mornings. You know, it’d be more practical for your friend.  

[the-cat-chat]

June 24, 2023

The Drop (2014)

Bob Saginowski, a barman, becomes entangled in an investigation after the mafia-run bar where he works is robbed.

JayBell: This was an almost blind pick on our part. I had never heard of this movie at all, but Tom Hardy is in it, so why not give it a shot. Plus, a crime drama is right up our alley.

First of all, Tom Hardy’s accent takes a bit to get used to. Aside from that, the persona of his character in the first part of the movie is like likable idiot? Disheveled himbo? Oblivious bystander? Whatever you want to call it, he really plays up this personality to make the ending more dramatic and shocking. It’s actually a pretty good move because it does work. Although the “big” twist at the end is heavily hinted throughout the movie, so I’m not sure how many people were actually surprised by it. With that said, it’s fun to see the change in his character at the end after seeing him bumbling along in the beginning.

The plot is solid and enjoyable, but I did think the pacing was slightly slower than I would like. Maybe that’s because we figured out the twist so soon and I was ready for “it” to be revealed and everything.

I did get frustrated with our romance in this movie. Well actually I don’t know if I would really call it a romance. It’s more like the potential of a romance. I like that they give our two characters a lot of interactions to build up a sort of friendship without going straight to the romance. Yet, in the end, I did want to smack our leading lady upside the head and ask her if she was serious. After all that happens, I honestly think maybe it would be a good idea for her to move on. Bob isn’t like the worst she could pick (especially compared to her ex), but I think she needs to get a new type.

Obviously the puppy is my favorite character.

Rating: 6/10 cats 🐈  

Anzie: Soooo this weekend was suppose to be a comedic reprieve from all the heartache we’ve endured. And last second having to find a new movie since The Princess had to be unavailable after we’ve talked about the possibility of watching it for months, would usually end in disaster for our unable-to- make-a-decision-selves. But heyyy, drama is close enough to comedy right? When it has Tom Hardy in it, riggght?? HBO also had it listed as a romance- which I get I guessssss. If I found a man in the wild that looked like Tom Hardy I could consider putting up with quite a bit, not this muuuch but some. Plus it was James Gandolfini’s last movie, and we all love a good crime movie.

So. This movie. I really liked it- the plot twists were amazing. And the actors were so good with how they made their characters behave and something ALWAY feels just off so you’re on the edge of your seat- it is for sure not boring. I have to say too even tho you pick up those weird vibes and think this is going to happen or this or that- it’s still fun watching it play out and very entertaining and very suspenseful. And can we talk about how cutttttteeeeee the pupper is?!?? Bc honestly I think he gives this movie at least 3 of its points just on his own.

That being said- even though I enjoyed it - there were moments I felt like that nervous laughter meme of Julia Louis-Dreyfus bc I was constantly like what is with Tom Hardy’s character- it was like unintentionally funny to me how he kept going on about this puppy when this huge deal about the Chechen’s money is going on. It’s golden.

My one complaint, wait make it two- first the weird ex- I know he had to be a part of it - but I don’t have to like it. And second- HOW COULD COUSIN MARV?? The movies definitely worth a watch and there’s a lot of good detail and great acting - I always have that problem of separating actors and the characters like that’s Tom Hardy or James Gandolfini playing someone - but this movie sucked me in and I was able to really just enjoy the story and the shocking twists.

Rating: 7/10 Pups 🐶

[clairecrive]

“All the time in the world”- Bob Saginowski x reader

I’m honestly so happy with the response of the Bronson piece! I love you guys so much <3 so here’s a little Bob fluff that never hurts. Also, this is my first time writing him so if he sounds a little bit off that’s why. 

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You did it. You finally had sex with him. You had only been going out for a while, a couple of weeks, maybe a month. However, you had known Bob for way longer. You were a regular at his bar, either with your groups of friends or by yourself. That would be the case in which you had met Bob, well you actually had talked to him. When you were tipsy, you tended to marvel about the stupidest things out loud. Bob thought you were amusing and decided to humour you. That had led to a really long talk and long walk home since you were drunk and he refused to let you go home alone. Then one night when you were there on your own, he told you that his shift had ended early and asked if you wanted to grab a bite with him.

From that moment you began unofficially dating. You would see each other every other day and not only at the bar where he worked. Then after the third date, before you could climb off his pick up, he kissed you sealing the deal. Seems like you were dating then. 

You would be lying if you said that you didn’t like him. Well, of course you did, otherwise, you wouldn’t be dating him. However, your feelings were shifting from “like” to something more. And that bothered you to no end. You didn’t get attached to boys. Especially those who you had been seeing for less than a month. Nothing good ever comes from that. You were a pro at hiding your feelings. Been doing it for so long that you felt now unable to suppress these feelings any longer. 

That was going to be a problem.

 It was way too soon to feel like you did and even sooner to let him know. But you couldn’t go on this way anymore. Seemed like the sex only brought it up and made it impossible for you to ignore. You were laying down next to him, Bob had dozed off and your mind had gone wild. Suddenly, it was all becoming too much for you and you felt like you needed to leave. Without giving it a second thought, you began to pick up your clothes and got dressed quickly. 

When you were about to leave his room, something made you stop and look at him. Sprawled over the sheets half-naked, his face restful and peaceful, he looked so innocent. Bob had always been good to you and this was how you were going to repay him? By acting like one of those assholes in those rom coms that you hated? You couldn’t leave like this and you knew it. You owed him at least to tell him something. So, before leaving, you looked for a pen and a piece of paper and left him a note. 

“I need to sort myself out and think things through. Last night was amazing though. Don’t take this personally because you have done nothing wrong.”

Those were the words that met Bob when he opened his eyes. Waking up to an empty and cold bed wasn’t what he was expecting and your words left him even more dumbfounded. Despite what you said, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had done something wrong. Furrowing his eyebrows, he quickly went through your time spent together. He was totally clueless though because he genuinely thought that everything was going great between you. Apparently, he had been blind because they were not. He wondered if he needed to give you some space but thought against it. The only way to solve this was by talking things through. Even if it meant breaking up. So he got dressed quickly and headed over your house. After climbing the stairs of your patio, he was about to ring the bell when your voice met his ears. It came from the back of the house. Walking towards it, he stopped just before he came into view when he overheard something interesting.

“So you left him in bed, after your first time together, because you’re afraid?” Your friend's Nadia incredulous voice met his ears.

“I know, I know, I’m a terrible person.” You groaned but your voice came out muffled and peeking from his hideout, he saw that you hid it in your palms.

“I’m sorry but I don’t understand, what are you afraid of?”

“Haven’t you heard a word I said?” Now it was you who was incredulous. It seemed like you two had been talking for a while.

“I did but it’s all bullshit it you ask me.” Nadia sassed earning a glare from you.

“I can’t tell him how I feel Nadia, I’ll scare him away.” you sighed sounding defeated.

“Well, I think you’ve already accomplished that by running away after sex,” she pointed out and when she received your you’re not helping look, she continued, “you should talk to him y/n, really. It’ll solve everything.”

“I know, I know that communication is the key to every healthy relationship but I… I just can’t.” Shaking your head you let it hang from the backrest of the swing you were sitting on.

“Talking to him means that I need to explain why I left and that would lead to my feelings for him, which he can’t know about yet,” you continued sighing, eyes looking up to the sky.

“You had no problem talking about it with me,” Nadia pointed out scrolling her shoulders.

“Are you dumb? That’s different,” you retorted snapping your head in her direction, “if I tell him that I think I love him, he’ll run away!” exclaiming, your expression resembled one of those teachers after they had repeated the same thing for the hundredth time and their students still weren’t grasping it. “It’s been three weeks Nadia, it’s way too soon for the “L” word,” defeated your head went back on the backrest. “Besides, who’s to say that he’s even looking for a serious relationship? He’s really busy with work, he has a lot on his plate right now.” You didn’t believe that. Bob could hear it in your tone and so could Nadia. Both knew you very well.

“Bob doesn’t strike me as someone who’s seeking a one night stand or something temporary.” And in fact, he wasn't. Everyone who knew him was aware of that. It was as plain as day even for Nadia that didn’t know Bob that well.

“Maybe I should just put both of us out of our misery and break up with him,” was your totally unrelated consideration. 

“Are you out of your mind? God, what does your mind tell you? You’re in love with the guy and you want to break up with him?” Bob shook his head at your total illogical thought process while Nadia looked completely confused by you. She was having none of it, what the hell.

“This is not what I signed for when we started dating, Nadia. This got way too serious way too fast,” looking at her you defended yourself. “Look at me! I’m here worrying about a guy when I promised myself I never was going to again.”

“Bob’s not the problem here. For all we know, he could be in love with you too and be heartbroken that you run away-” Nadia wasn’t able to finish her sentence.

“Please,” you scoffed, “have you met me? Why would he love me? And stop saying that I’ve run away, I’ve left him a note,” huffing out annoyed at your friend, both of them knew that they were getting closer to the true motive of your actions.

“-what I think it’s the problem here is you and your inability to let yourself go and feel your emotions instead of repressing them,” now it was her time to interrupt you.

“I hate that you know me so well,” you whisper under your breath, “I just- I don’t want to put myself in that vulnerable position again where he can hurt me.” And here it is, thought Bob. This was the problem then.

“Everyone’s bound to get hurt once in a while y/n, that’s life. And you ought to live it to the fullest and not repress every feeling and avoid any deep connection. You’re missing out on a lot, plus, it’s not healthy,” Nadia observed with wisdom that Bob would have never associated with her. But she had a point.

“If you think that it’s too soon to confess your feelings for him then don’t. Show him instead,” she added when you didn’t say anything.

“I’ve been doing that for the past week. Smothering him with kisses and affection, romantic dinners and shit that I’ve always despised in movies. I went over his bar often and stuff. He probably thinks I’m clingy now and he’s fed up with me,” you confessed listing with the help of your fingers.

“Sounds to me you just stopped being distant and started being a loving girlfriend,” Nadia commented with a patronizing smile. “Oh, and he probably already knows too. He’s very attentive and he knows you so…” Scrolling her shoulders she stated what she thought was pretty obvious while she observed your face scrunch up in desperation.

“It’s only been three weeks goddammit, why am I feeling this way?”

“Time is relative y/n. Stop worrying about it too much. Couples have married after two weeks of dating.” Nadia pointed out thinking to help her case but she got the opposite reaction from you.

“That’s madness,” you spat with wide eyes. 

The two girls continued talking but Bob had heard enough. As Nadia said, he had noticed the change in behavior and despite what you thought, he had thoroughly enjoyed it. But he had also been wondering what had caused it. Now he knew. Deciding to pick up Nadia’s advice, he turned around and headed back home. He knew how to solve this. He was just going to show you.

At home, Bob prepared a nice dinner. Nothing too complicated but he knew you liked it. He wasn’t good with words and apparently neither were you when it came to your feelings. So he needed to find another way. And he thought that paying attention to the details in a way that showed how much he cared, was the right one.

Show, don’t tell.

That was what he was going to do. Since the very first time you two had eaten together, you had always been very passionate about food. Bob was a much better bartender than he was a cook, hence his occupation, but he tried anyway to deliver a delicious meal. Your favourite nonetheless. From what he’d gathered, it was best for him to take matters into his own hands. Otherwise, if he had to wait for you, he’d probably wait a long time. So he sent you a text, mentioning the homemade diner he asked if you would join him. As he predicted, you’d said yes. You’d never turn down an invitation where food was involved. That alone showed how much Bod knew you. Surely, he wouldn’t pay so much attention to someone he didn’t care about, right? He thought your reservations were fair. He understood where you were coming from. On the other hand, he thought it was very clear his stand on relationships, yours in particular. Apparently not. He was to rectify that soon though.

When dinner time came around, you parked in front of Bob’s house right on time. He had probably heard you pull up because when you walked to his door you saw that it was open and Rocco was waiting for you on the threshold.

“Hello, you handsome boy,” you cooed at his cute little face giving him some well-deserved belly rubs until you noticed that he was holding something in his mouth. Gently pulling it out of his mouth, you saw that it was a folded piece of paper. 

It said:

“Please don’t run away like that again. If you don’t talk to me then how is this going to work?”

As you let the words sink in, your eyes flickered to Rocco who was now looking at you with his head tilted to the side. The pang of guilt was impossible to avoid and you knew that this dinner wasn’t going to be like any other. 

Closing the door behind you, you made your way through the hallway that leads to the kitchen expecting to find Bob dealing with your food. And there he was.

The table was already set, two sweet-scented candles were lit and he had just set your plates down when you walked into the room. You lingered near the door for a bit, not knowing what mood he was going to be in. You had left after having sex with him after all.  Still drying his hands with a cloth, he turned to where you were standing and as if he felt your insecurity, Bob gave you a small smile. 

Feeling a little more confident in yourself you crossed the room to meet him before you’d sit down at the table. 

“Hi,” you started shyly.

“Hi, babe,” two words and he managed to make you swoon. Oh, how you loved this man.

“I’m so so sorry for this morning, I-” he didn’t let you continue and you were secretly grateful for it ‘cause you would have probably made a mess.

“I know,” he reassured you holding you gently by the waist.

“You know?” How could he possibly know?

“I get that you have reservations when it comes to relationships, I do too,” he shared putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You do?” If you weren’t so damn confused by what was going on, you were sure you’d have punched yourself for being so stupid.

“Of course. I have been alone for a long time. Being in a relationship after a while can be difficult.” Gently cradling your face in his hands, he added, “But I want you to know that you can always talk to me.”

“I’m scared that what I’m going to say to you will make you run away from me. And I kinda like you so I don’t want that to happen,” you confessed quietly. He was so close to you now that you could whisper and he would hear. Somehow it made it easier to talk.

“I won’t,” he promised and you believed him. Why? Good question, it’s just one of those things that you just know. 

“I just-,” how were you going to tell him? “my feelings for you scare me,” by just saying it, you figured.

“You don’t have to tell me anything right now. Just know that we can turn that fear into assurance. I and Rocco are always up for some cuddles, aren’t we buddy?” And as if on cue, Rocco barked agreeing with his favourite human. You couldn’t help but giggle in happiness, you were really a lucky gal.

“Now let’s go eat. The food is getting cold.” And with that both your minds were at ease, ready to enjoy the night together. Yes, there were some things that needed to be discussed still but you had all the time in the world for that. It seemed that neither you not Bob had any intention to leave.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Tom Hardy Masterlist

Richard Armitage ML

TH Characters as...

- TH Characters as Writers

- TH Characters as Your Partner Visiting a Lingerie Store with You

- TH Characters & WoW

- TH Characters & Crochet

Random Thoughts

- Stormy Night with Alfie Solomons & Bob Saginowski

Headcanons:

- Traveling with Alfie

- Baking Hot Cross Buns with Alfie

- Bakery Love Story Headcanons

Just Papa Solomons Things:

- Watching you read

- Modern Boyfriend/Daddy Edition

- Movie night together

- Rainy days

- Summertime

- Visiting Scotland

One-Shots:

- Cards & Conversations

- Sweet Grains

- Breakfast in Margate

- Siúil a Rún

Series:

Winterfall (Tattoo Artist!Alfie x Reader, Modern AU)

Can you get this boulder off me? / No god in me, I fall on my knees / The world will see the war in me / It’s all I feel, give me your lovin’

Winterfall by DPR IAN

1. Ink & Rum Raisins

2. Mokum Part 1

3. Mokum Part 2

Headcanons:

- Stalker!Eames

One-Shots:

- The Things Between the Lines

One-Shots:

- Flowers on Sunday Morning

One-Shots:

- Over Tea & Silent Letters

Headcanons:

- Forrest crushes hard on you during a quarterly meeting

- Drinking moonshine w/ Forrest and becoming tipsy

- Werewolf Bookshop Owner!Forrest

One-Shots:

- Books, Love & Oatmeal

- Fun & Games

Headcanons:

- The Hound of the Moors (Werewolf!Heathcliff Things)

One-Shots:

- Conversations over Coffee

Headcanons:

- Just Some Werewolf!Leo Demidov Things (& A Wee Imagine)

- Werewolf bakery owner!Leo Demidov

- Crafter!Leo

One-Shots:

- The Boxer Outside the Ring

[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

Drabble Challenge!

GUYS! I’m gonna do some drabbles for y’all!! Send me one or two numbers on this list for one of these lovely characters:

-James Delaney

-Tommy conlon

-Alfie Solomons

-Reggie Kray

-Forest Bondurant

-Eddie Brock

-Max Rockatansky

-Freddie Jackson

-Tuck Hansen

-Farrier

-Leo Demidov

-Bob Saginowski

-Ian Eames

-Mr. Hardy himself !

If you want any of our historic babies as modern, let me know! I’ll give it a shot!

Send as many as you’d like! I’m going to start on them tonight, and I’ll post when my asks are closed! Start sending em in!

[iamkatehardy]

〰️〰️The Masterlist〰️〰️

〰️〰️ James Delaney〰️〰️

Series: 

Family Affairs :Chapter 1  (To be continued)

Witchcraft : Part 1 , Part  2 , Part 3 , Part 4 (To be continued)

Out of Reach :Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 ( To be continued)

Blood Is Thicker: Part 1 (Coming soon.)

One Shot: 

Sleeping with the Enemy ;

The Maid 

Imagine: 

Annoying Mr. Delaney 

At First Sight 

The Visitor

〰️〰️ Alfie Solomons〰️〰️

Series:

Unlikely Allies : Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 (To be continued)

Haven: Part I (To be continued)

The Portrait : Part I  , Part II , Part III (To be continued)

Only One : Part I , Part II (To be continued)

Close To Me: Part I ; Part II  ; Part III (Part IV Soon!)

Virtues and Vices (young! Alfie ): Part I ; Part II

Minder : Part I (Part II soon!)

One Shot:

Best F...ucking Pain in the Ass

Abba

Imagine: 

The Snack

At the Bakery

Challenging Alfie’s authority. (Long)

Accompanying Alfie to a business dinner.  (Modern AU) (Long)

〰️〰️ The Kray Twins〰️〰️

Series:

At Last : Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 (To be continued)

One Shot:

Childhood Sweetheart

Partners in Crime

Merry Kraystmas 

Imagine:

Ron taking care of you when you’re sick (Long)

Teasing Ron in public, making him  want to punish you. (Long)

〰️〰️  Bane 〰️〰️

Series:

Chaos : Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 (To be continued)

Do You Feel In Charge? : Part 1 ; Part 2 (Coming soon)

〰️〰️  Eddie Brock 〰️〰️

One Shot: 

Dessert 

Imagines:

Riding a motorcycle with Edidie

Teasing Eddie, eventually leading to Venom’s intervention (Long)

〰️〰️ John Fitzgerald 〰️〰️

Series:

Home: Part 1 ; Part 2 (Coming soon)

〰️〰️ Tommy Conlon 〰️〰️

Series:

Safe: Chapter 1 (Coming soon)

One Shot:

A Keeper

K.O.

Surprise

Imagine:

Nights and Mornings with Tommy (Long)

Teasing Tommy to the Limit (Long)

Soothing Tommy After a Fight (1k Words)

I Know You 

On Holiday 

〰️〰️ Bob Saginowski〰️〰️

One Shot:

 Date Night 

 Dear Future Husband

Imagine:

Taking care of you when you’re sick

〰️〰️ Farrier〰️〰️

One Shot:

   High Flight

〰️〰️ Leo Demidov 〰️〰️

One Shot:

Strangers in Moscow 

〰️〰️ Tuck 〰️〰️ 

One Shot: 

Wrong Choices

〰️〰️ Handsome Bob〰️〰️

Series:

Shots: Part 1 ; Part 2

〰️〰️ Eames 〰️〰️

Series:

Dream Team : Teaser ; Part 1  , Part 2 (To be continued)

Imagine: 

Eames Getting Jealous During a Job (Long)

The Annoying Forger 

Playing the player 

Dirty Jobs

〰️〰️ Tom Hardy 〰️〰️

Series: 

You Rock My World: Part 1

Wilderness: Part 1 ; Part 2 (Coming soon)

One Shot:

Closer

The Sex Tape 

Guilty Plea

White Christmas

Imagine:

Your relationship anniversary with Tom : Part 1 (Coming soon)

Getting in trouble with your teacher, Mr. Hardy. (AU)

Working with your crush 

Bonbon Tom 

Requests are open, but my time is short right now due my work, so sometimes I take a little long to write them, but will work on all of them as soon as I can.

Here’s who I write for  and a prompt list , if you wish something from there,  but be my guest to send any request you want!

🖤

[alitheamateur]

Masterlist

Tommy Conlon:

Lights, Camera, Action? (NSFW)

Proud Poppa

Perfect Patient

Pleasure for Pain (Mildly NSFW)

Locker Room Liaison

Harley and Heat Lightening (NSFW)

Party of Three (NSFW)

What Dating Would Include… (Mildly NSFW)

What Parenting Would Include…

Rumor

Daddy-Daughter Duty

Bob Saginowski:

Birthday Boy Bob (NSFW)

Birthday Boy Bob Pt. Two

The Grind:

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

 Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Liv & Colton- One Shots

*Contains some spoilers if you haven’t yet completed The Grind*

Special Delivery

The Grind- A Wedding (Part 1)

The Grind- A Wedding (Part 2)

Hey, Jealousy

Turning The Tables

Reggie Kray

Little Bird

A Taste of Home (Chris Evans X OFC Series)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

[bubblyani]

Warmth (Bob Saginowski x Reader)

Bob Saginowski Christmas One Shot 🎄

Genre: Fluff

Author’s Note: Bob is Fluff itself and I always wanted to write something about him. Since it’s almost Christmas, I decided to write this for the holidays. Merry Christmas everyone!

P.S: I repeat, Bob is SO MUCH FLUFF...I can’t even <3

You were almost about to doze off on the bench, feeling a bit too comfortable by the warmth of the morning sun amidst the December chill.  All cause you decided to go for a walk and explore your neighborhood in Brooklyn; so sitting on a bench after that wasn't such a bad idea, wasn't it?

As you rubbed your eyes, you heard a bark. When you opened your eyes, a pit-bull puppy stood there at your feet, looking at you with such innocent eyes.

“Well, hello there! Are you lost?” you cooed, bending down to pick up the puppy, cradling it in your arms. It did seem to have a collar. You read the name, Rocco.

“So…Rocco, are you lost?” you continued, raising the puppy up to your eye line, letting it lick your face.

“Looks like Rocco is not lost after all huh?”

Suddenly you looked up to find a pair of lovely blue eyes staring at you. For a few second you froze, busy scanning this face. He looked handsome and gentle. He seemed gentle. His relieved expression of finding “Rocco” seemed quite soft and gentle as the puppy itself.

A human puppy…you thought.  

You giggled out loud.

“Sorry…yeah Rocco is safe. He just ran over to me. I don't know why” you replied, standing up to hand the puppy over to the man.  

“Maybe dogs can sense good people” the tone of his voice made you feel so relaxed, you just kept smiling.

“Hehehe…maybe” you really couldn't help but notice how handsome this man was.

He had that homely handsomeness to him. The type who will take care of you and who will help you get through everything and anything, regardless of what might happen.  

“So…uh…how come I haven’t seen you around before?” the man asked in curiosity. It seemed quite natural how the both of you started walking together around the park. As if you did this before.

“Oh, actually I moved into town a few days ago, so, pretty much new around here” you motioned to your surroundings.

“So, I’m guessing you haven’t been to my bar then?”

“No I haven’t. And I’M guessing you work there?”

“Yeah…” he replied, slowly putting the leash on Rocco. “ I own it, actually…well, sort of” he smiled, putting Rocco on the ground.

“Oooh..fancy!” you chipped, making him laugh.

“ So…what do you do?”

“Well...” you dug your hands deep in your jacket pockets “I teach pre-school, I start work tomorrow”

“Wow, that’s great” his phone rang, “ Listen…” as he looked at his phone “I gotta go …but um…I’ll see you around hopefully. And feel free to stop by the Bar”

“Sure I will…Thank you” you nodded, about to lift your hand to wave, watching him walk to the gate with the dog.

Suddenly he turned back as if he forgotten something.

“Oh…I’m Bob by the way. Bob Saginowski” he walked back, extending his hand to you. You both laughed. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” you shook his gloved hand, still chuckling.

“Y/N…” Bob repeated. You suddenly felt your ears turn red “Good Luck for work tomorrow “    

You laughed shyly, “Thank you” waving at him and Rocco.  

It may have been winter, but suddenly you felt warmer than before.

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Didn't matter if the days were sunny or full of clouds, when Bob Saginowski was present, you literally felt sunshine. You’d always greet him outside the Bar every morning on your way to work, where he’d be cleaning or taking out the trash.

The nights when you did stop by his bar, Bob was the happiest you’ve ever seen him. Did not matter how busy the nights were, he would always find a way to tend to your drinks, stop by for a small chat, and even give you his signature soft smiles each time your eyes met from across the room. He went so far to even walk you back home in the middle of his shift.  The days when you were able to get a “Good Morning” and a “Goodnight” from his lovely lips, were the best days ever in your opinion.

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It was late. You were just about to crawl into bed, but suddenly heard the doorbell ring. You carefully opened the door to find Bob standing outside your door.

“Bob, what’s going on? Is everything o-”

You were cut off by the sudden embrace he pulled you into.

“I’m sorry…” he muttered softly into your hair “I heard some people threatened you. I just… wanted to make sure you’re okay”

Being in the arms of Bob Saginowski wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it wasn't bad. It was just wonderful. You felt warmth reaching every inch of your body; your bodies seemed to fit each other like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. You couldn't help but return the embrace, by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His arms moved down to your waist, settling there with a firm grip. As if he didnt't want to let you go.

But…wait a minute! Threatened me? Who? When? What the fuck?

How was it that Bob knew and you didn't?

Suddenly you heard a deafening noise.

A police siren? What’s going on?

It grew louder and louder. You remained in Bob’s arms, with your eyes closed tight, wishing the noise would stop.

You suddenly opened your eyes.

You weren’t in Bob’s arms; instead you were actually lying in bed. It wasn't nighttime, it was actually the morning. It wasn’t the Police siren…it was actually your Alarm.

You sat up. It was all just a dream.

As weird as the dream turned out, you couldn't help but smile sleepily.

Being that close to Bob felt nice in your head, you just wished it could be a possibility in real life. But, why would you even feel that?

When you tried to close your eyes to continue that dream, the phone rang, making you jump.

It was Bob. Your heart raced suddenly.

“H-Hello?”

“Y/N! Hey…” his voice on the phone was still as warm. You pressed the phone closer to your ear as if to take in all that warmth, on this chilly December morning “Did you sleep well?”

“Uh huh” you murmured “Is everything okay?”

“Uh…yeah. I uh…” he paused “ Listen, I’m gonna go walk Rocco later, do you wanna join me?”

“Of course!” you replied in haste, for your heart didn't stop racing.

Bob chuckled “great…”

You always tried to label what exactly Bob Saginowski meant to you. But that strange dream and that surprising phone call, just sealed it completely.

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“Y/N! you okay?”

You looked up to find Bob’s worried self, sitting right beside you. Both of you sat on the bench, watching Rocco encounter some excited children who were playing in the park. You paused, wondering whether you should gather some courage and talk to him about whatever you were feeling. “I’m fine…Actually Bob I-”

“Actually, I have something I gotta say…” Bob calmly interrupted. You nodded in acknowledgement, waiting for him to continue with bated breath.

“Y/N, In my life, I once thought I was supposed to always be alone. Then last year I found Rocco. And you know? we were really lucky to find you, right here in this park.” You smiled. “We really enjoy having you around. And I think it’s safe to say, you’ve made us lot happier. I finally don't feel like I’m alone anymore”.

You were speechless. You were unable to take in all the sweetness Bob was being at that moment.

Am I dreaming again?

“Would you...I don’t know...wanna go out with me sometime?”

You felt a rush of euphoria. You smiled as you bit your lower lip.

“Bob, I SO wanna kiss you right now!” You leaned in, cupping his face, caressing his cheek. His eyes twinkled. “So is that a yes??”

Giggling, you mouthed, “Yes”, pulling him for a long awaited kiss.

Suddenly the morning chill, the winter cold was non-existent.

For you found the warmth that was Bob Saginowski.

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