#bob saginowski one shot

[mlmxreader]

Just The Sunshine | Bob Saginowski x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Bob Saginowski Hiya! Hope all is good 🖤. May I please request something using the following prompts for Bob Saginowski X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Get closer, I want to remember the colour of your eyes" Thank you 🖤🖤! 🐍anon

summary: things get a little heated between you and Bob when he spends the day in the garden.

tws: suggestive content, swearing

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Bob was all too aware of your gaze on his back, burning into him so harshly and so hot that it made a cool sweat drip down his exposed skin; it had been a hot day, and it was only natural that he had taken his shirt off.

Exposing his tattoos and his stomach that hung over the edge of his jeans. Exposing his thick arms and his soft back. Flesh your hands and lips had graced a thousand times over, yet now you looked at him as if you had never seen his skin before; your gaze soon turned to hunger when he turned around slightly, giving you a show of his stomach and his chest.

The trail of hair that ran from his navel down, dipping beneath the denim curtain so horribly. You swallowed thickly, bringing your drink loaded with ice to your lips and taking a long, drawn out gulp of it; it clung to the skin above your upper lip as you lost focus, staring at Bob.

Rocco was happy, playing in the garden with his ball on a rope; he tossed it in the air and caught it, chasing it around.

But Bob was busy, chopping back the grass and digging holes for the native flowers that you had picked out together. His hands were rough and dirty, calluses highlighted by the dark mud. Oh, and how the sweat dripped down his body. His skin glistened beneath the thin sheet, the salt of his sweat upon his brow and his hair flat from the dampness.

You squirmed in your seat, suddenly feeling something hot coursing through your veins. Something that wasn't caused by the day's heat. You clenched your jaw, taking in a sharp breath as you let your drink rest on the table, reaching to grab your cigarettes in hope that one would calm you down.

Bob sat on the grass by the table, right in the perfect lighting. The bastard. He took one look at you, and furrowed his wet brows. "You okay?"

You nodded, breath shaky and heart pounding as you did your best to muster the ability to speak. "Yeah, just… just really hot."

"We'll get an umbrella," he shrugged, squinting as he looked at the sky. Sweat on his neck, running down the soft skin. "It's not gonna cool off until later in the week."

You sighed, hoping that your feelings for your boyfriend would fade when it cooled off. But he looked so tempting. The wetness of his skin, glittering. His tattoos all on show and every curve and every bit of chub more than visible. Nothing to the imagination.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you fought back the urge to jump on him then and there. Fuck. Bob could be so tempting even when you didn't want him to be. You cleared your throat, trying to cure the shakiness and the thundering of your own heart.

"Yeah, an umbrella might be a good idea."

Bob pulled his phone out from his pocket, but you were too busy staring at his arms and his chest to even think about it when he opened up the website to a DIY shop and began talking about the prices and sizes of outdoor umbrellas; he had no idea what he was doing to you. He had no idea how tempting he looked.

You knew that most people in the neighbourhood had a crush on him, and that some envied the fact that he was with you and not them, but as you looked at him, you knew that you would feel the same. Bob was everything; charming, sweet, gentle, handsome, and kind. He only ever raised his voice at the dog when he ran off too far and Bob wouldn't be heard otherwise. Bob was great.

You had to admit, you loved him more than anything else in the world… except maybe the way he always made coffee the exact way you liked it. But you couldn't stop yourself, looking him up and down shamelessly.

"What?" He grinned when he noticed you staring, tilting his head to the side innocently. "Something in my teeth?"

You shook your head, licking your lips and internally kicking yourself for being so fucking obvious. "No, just… get closer, I want to remember the colour of your eyes."

Bob didn't question it, dragging himself over so that he could kneel between your legs, a fond smile on his lips. He could be so violent and so cruel, and yet when he was with you, he was peaceful and so gentle. He leaned into the touch when you ran your hand through his damp hair, daring to get up, planting his hands on the arms of your chair. Trapping you and pretending like he didn't notice your hand resting on his chest. He looked at your lips for a moment.

"You're really warm," he said quietly, placing his hand on your cheek. "Anything you wanna tell me?"

You shook your head, swallowing thickly and hoping it wasn't audible when he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Your heart skipped a beat as you fought back the urge to whimper. "Bob…"

"Maybe we should go inside," he murmured. "Get you cooled down a little."

You shook your head. "It's just the sun got to me a little bit. I need another drink, that's all."

He nodded slowly, although something told you that he didn't entirely believe that you had just been a little bit dehydrated from the weather; not by the way you were staring at him at least.

"Stay here," he gently kissed your forehead. "I'll get you one."

You nodded, wishing he didn't pull away but still leaning over in your chair to watch him walk away when you were sure he wouldn't notice; you had to fan yourself a little when you leaned back. Fuck, it was great to watch him walk away.

Bob smiled to himself. Even after so long together, you still checked him out and ogled him like it was the first date.

[hecatemoon87]

Greetings Friends! 🎄🎁❄️☃️

The holiday season is upon us! I personally don't celebrate Christmas, but the festive spirit is contagious and therefore I have started some drabbles/one shots. I have five completed, but I won't be releasing until December 1st!

Here is a sneak peek at what I have:

🍬Forrest Bondurant: Candycane Kisses

🍫Eddie Brock: Hot Chocolate

✨️Bob Saginowski: Christmas Crush

🎁Tommy Conlon: Christmas Presents

😈James Delaney: Scrooge

Planned, not written:

Ian Eames: First Snow

Leo Demidov: Title in the works

Alfie Solomons: Title in the works

Reggie Kray: Title in the works

As you know, I don’t technically do requests (cause of the pressure!!) But I love hearing suggestions nonetheless. Feel free to Ask or DM your thoughts, no guarantees, but it doesn't hurt to have a conversation 🙂 ❤

[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!

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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

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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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Bleeding Heart (To Be Home) | Bob Saginowski x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ anonymous asked: Bob Saginowski Hiya! Hope all is good 🖤. May I please request something using the following prompts for Bob Saginowski X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: “You’re bleeding” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bob always liked the fact that you were gentle, a bleeding heart. He just never realised that it would mean he was finally home, too.

: ̗̀➛ bleeding, swearing

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You had been working all evening, and it was safe to say that by the time you had gotten back to Bob’s place, you were absolutely exhausted; your things were still littered around his little house.

Boxes and bags strewn about in every room, only a few things actually put away here and there, some of the edges of the boxes torn and frayed by little dog teeth that had been ripping and pulling at them in excitement and boredom. Bob had done his best between shifts, as had you, but there were still so many boxes and bags.

It would take days, but at least you were officially home; it had only been a few weeks since Bob had asked you to move in with him after about a year of being together, neither of you could be blamed for the slow progress of things.

You usually took care of it in the evening while Bob often sorted everything out in the morning - both of you were often home in the afternoon so you took care of little pieces here and there when you could; nobody had told you that moving in together would take so long just to unpack everything.

But at least you were home now.

At least when you walked through the door and kicked your shoes off, you knew that you were home. The sight of Bob, hunched over slightly as he focused his efforts on making something to drink - from the smell of it, strong coffee.

Rocco sat at his feet with big wide brown eyes and a wagging tail, not realising that what Bob had was not edible.

It made you grin, all exhaustion and tension built up from work immediately dropping from your shoulders as you hummed, making your way over to him. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around Bob’s waist, and pressed your face against the back of his neck as you leaned into him, sighing contently.

Bob’s hand rested on yours as he smiled to himself; his house had never really felt like a home without you. Nowhere did. He had never known someone to be his safety and his security, his strength and his weakness, his happiness and his content.

He might have been whole without you, but with you?

He was happier than he could ever admit. Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to admit it - he desperately did, but he could never find the proper words that he was happy enough to use; he kept searching, he always would, but words never came easily when you were pressing your body against him.

Reminding him that he was home, and so were you. Within the embrace of one another, you had found the one thing that mattered above all else: home.

No matter where you were, no matter what you were doing or what was going on, you and Bob would always be home as long as your skin was on his and you could hear his soft breaths.

But then you frowned as you felt the plaster on his finger, concern washing over you as you pulled away, forcing him to turn around; he was trapped between your body and the counter, but he didn’t really care much.

“Bob?” You sounded more than worried, and he despised it. “You okay?”

Bob nodded, working up a smile as he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I, uh, I caught my hand on a latch at work.”

You hummed, bringing his hand up so you could look at it; the plaster was already starting to leak a little. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” he promised. “It’s just a nick.”

“At least let me change it,” you told him, flashing the puppy dog eyes that he so often used against you, knowing he wouldn’t resist. “Please?”

He nodded slowly, daring to laugh softly as he took a seat at the table and held his hand up slightly, resting his wrist against the oak; he watched with great gentleness in his eyes as you peeled off the old plaster, but his smile soon faded when he saw how worried and concerned you were. Swallowing thickly, Bob quietly cleared his throat and sighed softly.

“It was just a latch at work,” he explained, “doing stocks, I caught it.”

You were a bleeding heart, Bob knew that from the day he had met you when he saw you take pity on the smallest of worms; picking it up and carrying it all the way over to his house so you could gently set it in the soil instead of the cold and rigid asphalt outside.

It was no wonder that you were so gentle with him when you gently washed his finger out, apologising quietly, riddled with remorse, when you applied the antiseptic. A bleeding heart.

Bob always liked that about you; it was well matched with his quiet violence. So gentle, always so gentle with him even though you knew the things that he had done; you didn’t seem to care, though, it never changed how you looked at him.

Never changed how gentle and tender you were with him; never made your bleeding heart suddenly clot. He smiled, biting at his lip in an attempt not to laugh when you gently kissed his finger before applying the new plaster; he wanted to laugh, but he knew that if he did, you would lose your focus.

He didn’t want that to happen, even if he knew that you would tell him it didn’t matter much. Your touch was so gentle when you ran your fingertip across the plaster to ensure that it was smoothed down. You smiled at him once again, and Bob knew it for more than good the second that his eyes met yours.

You were both home, for good. 

Sure, you would leave in the morning for your shift at work, and he would leave in the evening for his own - but at the end of it all, you were both home the second you were together again. 

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Home At Last | Bob Saginowski x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Bob Saginowski Hiya! Hope all is good 🖤. May I please request something using the following prompts for Bob Saginowski X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Get a glass out"

summary: the best place for you to be is home, where you belong.

tws: swearing

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Bob had been at work all evening, and although he wasn't on his best form, he managed to get through his shift without much trouble; it was mostly regulars anyway and they didn't mind that he was a little slow with serving them.

He was thankful for that, really, as he was sure that things would not be the same if he was on a busy shift; but when he locked the bar for the night after everyone had gone home early, he breathed out a sigh of relief. Deciding there was nothing better, Bob headed to the local takeaway on his way home; one extra large pizza, two energy drinks, one large bag of chips, and for Rocco, a jumbo sausage.

He was happy as he carried the boxes and bag home, nearly skipping as he unlocked the door; but all was quiet. Bob was a little confused as he set the food down on the counter, but when he heard snoring, he made his way to the bedroom with careful steps.

There, on his bed, you were sound asleep with Rocco cuddled into your chest; the sound was coming from the medium sized dog, whose tail was smashing against the mattress as it wagged. For a moment, Bob leaned against the door frame and watched with a smile on his face; you had been through a shit time lately.

When you showed up on his doorstep not even a day ago, you were terrified and anxious. Scared and worried. Pleading with him for a place to stay; of course Bob opened his home to you. He loved you.

You were so scared, but now you were snuggled into his dog like a big teddy bear, sound asleep and gone to the world; he smiled, thankful that you finally didn't feel so scared.

But he cleared his throat, and slowly walked over to the bed before sitting down beside you and gently nudging you.

Rocco didn't stir, only rolled onto his back and let his lips fall down, exposing those sharp little needle teeth that had scarred Bob's hands plenty of times during play. The dog let out a snorting, pig-like, snore and Bob almost laughed out loud until you grumbled and slowly sat upright.

"You're back… sorry, I know I said I'd sleep on the sofa and-"

"You shouldn't," he told you gently. "We've been together for so long, you shouldn't sleep on the sofa… I got pizza and chips, though."

"Let me transfer you the money and-"

"No, no," Bob tutted, shaking his head. "My treat for my partner."

You felt guilty for it, of course you did; you and Bob had had the agreement for years that if you stayed the night with each other, then you would take turns paying for treats and takeaways.

But Bob had paid twice in a row, and you felt awful for it; you wanted to give him the cash, but when you reached for your wallet, he tutted and forced your hand away from your pocket gently as he shook his head disapprovingly.

Rocco still didn't stir, but spread his legs out as if he had no shame, which made both of you giggle a little bit. Gently, Bob reached to the dog's mouth, and hooked his finger around a particularly long tooth, softly shaking the dog's mouth to wake him up; upon seeing his master, Rocco jumped up with a wagging tail. Bombarding Bob with licks to the face and yaps in his ear.

"Yeah, yeah, I got you something, too," Bob grinned, gathering the dog in his arms as he stood up. "C'mon, get a glass out, I got drinks, too."

You wanted to argue, to tell Bob that it didn't matter, but you couldn't; you could only follow him from the bedroom to the kitchen, grabbing the food and then heading to the living room. Bob set Rocco down on the floor, and passed the jumbo sausage to him before he stretched out on the sofa with you.

"Film?"

You nodded, opening the pizza box and sighing. "You got my favourite?"

He nodded back, reaching for the remote and turning the television on. "Always."

You wanted to hate him for it, really, you wanted to scorn him and tell him that he never should have done such a thing; but you were ravenous, starving… and Bob was sweet enough to have made sure that you didn't need to worry about food for once.

So you swallowed thickly, sighing heavily as you leaned against him slightly, trying to relax; Bob put his arm around you, flinching when the film started to play. You couldn't help it, laughing softly under your breath. He almost grinned.

Bob didn't want to say it, but he really was worried; you weren't your usual self, and he knew it. But he guessed that he should have known that something was up and wrong a while ago; he knew you were safe, and you weren't as scared and terrified and anxious and worried as you had been when you first arrived.

He could relax slightly knowing that. In Bob's mind, if you were safe and warm and dry and fed, and you felt secure, then he didn't really mind much else; everything else would fall into place in its own time, he knew that.

"I, uhm," he cleared his throat, daring to smile a little. "I put Cannibal Holocaust on - I know how much you like it."

Finally, you smiled; Bob breathed out a sigh of relief upon seeing it from the corner of his eye. Everything else would fall into place in its own time. You dared to kiss his cheek, making him blush slightly as he bit back the urge to giggle; tension leaving his body as he signed and nodded slowly to himself.

You were home. You knew that as well as he did; you were in the best place for you. You were loved, supported, safe, secure, protected. You didn't need to worry about food or being warm and dry on the stormy nights. Bob was happy to provide the best he could.

You were home.

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Appreciated Efforts | Bob Saginowski x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Bob Saginowski Hiya! Hope all is good 🖤. May I please request something using the following prompts for Bob Saginowski X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "What's got you in such a bad mood?" Thank you 🖤🖤! 🐍anon

summary: you're absolutely peeved when you think that Bob has forgotten something important. it's a good thing, then, that he hasn't actually forgotten.

tws: swearing

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Getting up from your place at your booth, you sighed heavily and shook your head, ‘Yeah!’ by Usher, Lil Jon and Ludacris was playing, far from your usual type of music but it was something that often made you want to dance and sing with its infectious beat and the nostalgia mixed in - not tonight, though. Tonight, you were on the warpath as you trudged to the bar, planting your hands on the thick oak as you glared at your boyfriend.

He didn’t seem to notice for a while, chatting to one of the regulars - an older person with thinning white hair and a big grey beard, covered in tattoos, one of which you could see, and was a striped flag. The top stripe was yellow, the one below it white, the next one down purple, and the last one black.

The regular noticed you looking, and smiled as they waved at you - you waved back just as happily. You knew Cyndi well enough, spoke to them often when Bob wasn’t around or when he was in the back; you counted them as a friend.

You didn’t mind that Bob was talking to them so much - but what you did mind was that Bob had forgotten something, and you weren’t happy about it when he had promised this time that work wouldn’t get in the way. Three years.

Your three year anniversary overall, your first year of marriage. If Bob had not promised that he would remember and he would ensure that he would do something nice for the pair of you, you would not have been pissed; but he forgot, clearly, and you weren’t happy about it at all as you tapped your hand on the bar and pursed your lips. 

Cyndi looked at Bob, and laughed. “You best get over there, your spouse doesn’t look happy at all… you forget an anniversary or something?”

Bob laughed softly, shaking his head before he made his way over to you, folding his arms on the bar and leaning in to kiss you. He frowned and furrowed his brows when you pushed yourself back. “Baby? What’s got you in such a bad mood?”

“It’s the fourth of September,” you told him coldly. “Our anniversary, that you promised you would remember. That you promised we would celebrate.” 

Bob’s face fell as he gawked at you for a moment. Fuck. “It’s the fourth today?”

“Yep,” you nodded curtly.

“I…” he sighed, knowing it was best to just tell the truth. You would see through any lie he told. “I thought it was the third today - I had everything planned. I was gonna take you to dinner at that fucking Dorsia place, I made the reservations!”

He pulled them up on his phone, and you scoffed with laughter when you saw the date on them. “Bob, this is dated for tomorrow. It’s scheduled for the fifth.”

“But I remembered,” he insisted. “I know I fucked up, but I promise I remembered. I had everything planned… just on the wrong day.”

He was genuinely trying, and he had actually put in the effort; you couldn’t be angry at him, it wasn’t his fault that he had gotten his dates mixed up. He was doing his best, and you could tell he meant it by the look in his eyes; so you sighed, deciding to forgive him - it wasn’t like he had lied to you and told you that he had remembered but really hadn’t. No, Bob wouldn’t do that to you.

You nodded, reaching out your hand to his and gently patting it. 

“I’m sorry for being in a piss.”

“It’s fine,” Bob murmured. “We both fucked up.”

“Yeah,” you laughed softly, nodding. “But, y’know, I’d rather have someone who loves me and fucks up - than someone who gets everything perfect and doesn’t love me… you do your best, baby, and that’s what matters.”

“It’s a little late to try and see if we can get a table at Dorsia,” Bob admitted with a frown as he looked at his watch. “I can close up early - we can go home, put on that show you like? About the housewives?”

“Desperate Housewives?”

He nodded. “I’ll order us something to eat and everything.”

“You don’t need to,” you told him with a shake of your head. “I’m not mad at you, at all.”

“No, I know,” Bob hummed. “But I want to.”

You smiled at that, nodding. You knew a long time ago that you definitely fell for the right person with Bob, and every single time, he proved you right; it didn’t matter what he had done, the sins he had committed and could never be forgiven for, it didn’t matter what he had done before he met you, before he had Rocco.

It mattered more that he put in effort when it came to your relationship; it mattered that he knew your coffee order and that he knew which brand of butter you preferred. It mattered more that he knew you as well as you knew him, and that he remembered both the little things - like the year you finished college - and the big things - like your official anniversary, and the anniversary of your ketubah being signed.

Maybe he didn’t remember everything, he didn’t remember the names of shows that you liked or the names of every film you watched together. But that didn’t matter.

Bob put in the effort, constantly, and as you looked at him, you knew what you had to do; as soon as you got home, you had to thank him and make it known that you did appreciate his efforts.

You had to make sure that he knew that you loved and appreciated him as much as he did you, and you knew exactly how you were going to do it - you only needed him to say yes. So you smiled, and gently took his hand in yours, running the pad of your thumb across his knuckles for a moment.

You fucking adored that man. 

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Bob Saginowski - Master List

One Shot:

The Brooklyn Vampire smut

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned smut

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Brooklyn Baggage -hiatus-

Chapter One: A Change in Leadership

Chapter Two: Nice Girl

Chapter Three: Nice Guy

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Brooklyn Baggage - A Bob Saginowski Story

Chapter One: A Change in Leadership 

The bar was crowded and the noise and music filling the small space was almost deafening. Bob was busy behind the bar filling drink orders when he saw a patron knock over a shot glass of vodka. He moved quickly, snatching up the glass and pulling out a light blue towel to wipe up its spilled contents. The patron was too drunk to notice he had wasted his drink and Bob wasn’t going to say anything about the mess. He simply threw the wet towel underneath the bar into a bucket and moved back to complete the long list of drink orders. 

Recently, business was doing very well. The sleepy Brooklyn bar had been drawing in hipster customers. Apparently, a few months ago, one of them had left a google review claiming it was a dive bar. And with just that one review, droves of a younger crowd began haunting Bob’s bar. The slow nights he had been accustomed to were now hectic and loud. 

And with this new found attention, profits were good. Yet, the Chechens conveniently found a way to allocate only a small portion to Bob. They were still sore about Marv and they were taking it out on Bob. The money was enough to keep Bob’s mouth shut, though he had never had a problem with talking too much. But in addition to Marv, they also knew about Eric Deeds’ murder. In their eyes, if he snitched they’d snitch too. 

Yeah, the Chechens had one on him, but it was only God, Nadia and himself that knew Deeds had been Bob’s second murder. And now both God and Nadia were no longer talking to him. He understood why Nadia had chosen to never speak to him again. She was afraid of him, but at least she was safe. He cared for Nadia, but kept his distance and continued to raise Rocco alone. 

Rocco had recently turned one year old and Bob couldn’t have been more proud. They took walks together, they ate together and he even let Rocco sleep on the bed with him. Bob was for the most part happy, but he did miss the company of Nadia. In order to ignore the heartbreak, Bob moved forward with his life. He made sure to work hard and keep his head down so he could return to Rocco each night and take care of him. The Chechens never really asked for much and as long as he handled the drops. 

The night was winding to a close and two a.m. was quickly approaching. Once the last customer was out of the bar, Bob began to wipe down all surfaces. He turned the chairs over and placed them on the table and swept the floor. He then collected all the garbage and took it out back to the dumpster. His thoughts were blank as he put himself on autopilot as he did his work. Once he returned inside he was caught off guard by a woman and two large framed men standing at the bar. 

“Hey, sorry, we’re closed,” Bob said. 

The woman turned from the bar and walked over to Bob. She was of average height, athletic build and of astounding beauty. She had wavy dark brown hair, almost black and a light olive skin complexion. He noticed she had light brown eyes, slightly almond shaped. Her eyes seemed intelligent and analytical as they wiped over Bob. She had pleasant features, an oval face with a pert nose and full red lips. He couldn’t exactly place her ethnicity, perhaps Caucasian mixed with Asiatic heritage. 

“My name is Zulfiya Volkov. I’m here to speak to you about this establishment.”

Her voice was pleasant, yet low and measured. 

“I don’t own the bar, I just run it. You’d have to talk to the owners about it,” Bob replied. 

She tilted her head slightly, a little smile played upon her lips. 

“I have and now I am the new owner of this bar. I came to speak to someone named Bob Saginowski,” she said.

Bob paused for a moment as he digested this new information. A new owner? It was late in the night, but he hadn’t felt tired. Perhaps he actually was and he had misheard what she had said. 

“Excuse me?” Bob managed to say.

“Are you Bob?” she asked, coming a little closer.

Bob instinctually stepped back a little, not knowing her intentions. 

“Look, I don’t really know what’s going on here. What do you want?” He asked. 

“Fine, let me change the question. Do you know Chovka?”

Of course Bob knew who Chovka was. It was the Chechen bastard that ran the drop at his location, but by no means was he going to reveal that to a stranger. 

“Never heard that name before,” Bob said. 

She laughed softly and turned back toward the bar and walked behind it. She hummed something to herself as her fingers danced across the bottles of liquor that lined the shelf. When she found the brand she was looking for she made a little, “Ah ha” sound and pulled the bottle off the shelf. She placed the bottle gingerly on top of the bar and extracted five shot glasses. Opening the bottle, she carefully poured the liquor into the glasses. 

“Hmmm, Glenfiddich 21, very good whiskey, don’t you think?” she said, looking over at Bob. 

She then spoke something that Bob assumed was Chechen as he was starting to think that she was Chovka's replacement. She was talking to the two men who had not yet moved from the entrance of the bar. They both lumbered over and picked up a shot glass and Zulfiya looked over at Bob expectantly. 

“Well, come join us,” she said. 

Bob hesitantly walked over and picked up the fourth glass. He looked at the fifth glass with some confusion. 

“Nah zda-ROVH-yeh,” Zulfiya said, holding the glass in the air and tilting her head back to take the shot.

The two men acknowledged the toast and followed suit. Bob took the drink with less vigor as he was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. He was starting to fear that he was in some sort of danger. When he was about to ask what she wanted again, she picked up the fifth glass and dumped the whiskey onto the floor. 

“To Chovka, he was a bastard, but at least he was organized,” Zulfiya said. 

Bob frowned, now realizing that Chovka was dead. 

“Wait…Chovka’s dead?” Bob asked. 

“Yes, as dead as a doorknob. Is that the saying? Anyways, the Chechens are out, the Russians are in,” she said. 

Bob gripped the shot glass that he still held in his hand slightly tighter. He was becoming more anxious as to what was about to happen to him. 

“So, are you Bob Saginowski or not?” she asked again. 

“I…I am,” Bob said, his mouth now feeling dry.

“I thought so. How would you like to continue working for us, Bob?” she said. 

“Yeah…okay,” Bob said, licking his lips. 

“Really? That easy, huh? You don’t hold any allegiances toward them?”

“I just worked for them…not really my choice to begin with,” Bob replied. 

“Great, well it's settled then. I will come around tomorrow afternoon, let’s say two-ish and I’ll give you your new instructions,” she said. 

She walked toward the door and one of the men opened it for her, then the three mysterious strangers disappeared into the night. Bob quickly locked the door behind them and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. Before going home, he mopped up the whiskey she had spilled on the floor. 

On his way home, he couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder a few times. It was October and the night was very cold, the wind was strong and it made his walk feel much longer than the short distance between his house and the bar. Once inside, he closed the door and locked it. Walking into the living room, he saw Rocco jump off the couch and run toward him. Bob crouched down and scratched his friend behind the ears. 

“Hey pal, how’re ya doing? Looks like we're working for the Russians now. I should have moved to Atlanta when I had the chance five years ago…but then I wouldn’t have met you.”