UnExpected : Bob Saginowski x Nadia Fan Fic (The Drop)
hi! I have a request for a one shot. It’s about a girl who doesn’t want to get married despite all this Tom propose to her. She says no (not because she doesnt love him), After that there is a a big fight, they dont speak to each other… A week later he asks her to marry him again, cause he doesnt want to live without her, alos makes a big speech about how they love each other and stuff. She cries, (probably he too) and says yes. They share a romantic kiss after that there’s sex…. That’s pretty much the story, but can you make a longer version than mine? It can involve Rocco the dog in it, as a pet the adopted together. Thank you inn advance!
Since I don’t write Real Person, in this case Tom Hardy himself, at the Anon’s consent, this is amended to be the characters from The Drop; Bob Saginowski and Nadia
The game announcer droned in the background over the creaky whirring of the bar dishwasher as he plied the white cloth up and down the long counter. Picking up a lone glass, he tossed the ice cube remnants into the sink and added the tumbler to the wash. One eye flickered from the basketball game on the television set to the gray dog laying down upon the floor chewing an old shoe he had dragged from the lost and found.
“Hey Rocco… whatcha got there?”
Throwing the cloth upon the counter, Bob shuffled over to the medium sized pit bull, who sensing his advance turned his body in attempt to hide his prize.
“Listen, listen Rocco, you don’t wanna be eating shoes like that. All tough hide and dirty laces and who knows what on the bottoms.”
Brow wrinkled, Bob knelt down to reach for the shoe and a tug of war between man and beast ensued, Rocco holding the shoe between his white paws and strong jaw. Given the breed in question, man invariably lost the battle. Rocco trotted off to another corner, the prize held secure, while Bob silently gazed down on the broken bit of shoe lace in his hand. Lips compressed while his hand scratched just under his cheek, and eyes following the dog.
“Hey Rocco, these ain’t safe, you know. You should know better by now. You’re not a puppy no more… I can’t always be watchin you.”
The dog had turned to look at the sound of his name, but having nothing of greater interest than the shoe offered, with a grumpy groan returned to his chewing. Bob threw his hands up in defeat and disgust. Mumbling at the dog in a slow, deep gravelly voice while he walked back to the bar.
The next few minutes he busied himself clearing the bar of liquor bottles, and glasses; before the final chore of putting money in the safe. For a brief moment he leaned against the edge of the bar, staring blankly ahead while one finger rubbed lazily against an eye. A wetness shining in the corners that refused to give up its hold and slip free. With a sigh he turned and grabbed the cash from the drawer and bent to open the safe. The lock clicked free and he pulled open the door revealing stacks of cash and several other items… including a velvet covered jewelry box. Bob placed the stack of cash beside the others and touched the deep purple box briefly before pushing it back and shutting the safe door with a slam. Rocco barked from his corner. He then collected the garbage to go in the trash bin at the back of the bar. Pulling a gun from beneath the bar and tucking it in the back of his pants, he slowly walked through the bar to the back door. A silent withering glance at Rocco when he passed by. A few steps later he whistled and Rocco jumped up to follow, leaving his hard won chew toy behind.
“Come on Rocco, hurry up, I don’t got all night to wait for you to decide where to pee. What’s so hard to decide, just lift your leg and go boy.”
In truth there was no great hurry to be anywhere. Just home to an empty house. A home that felt even emptier since the fight with his girlfriend Nadia. His mind drifted back to the covered box in the safe while the dog took his sweet time sniffing every leaf that moved or scrap of garbage on the ground. Finally the dog chose his spot and lifted his leg. The same spot along the fence he always chose and Bob loosed a weary sigh. The two ambled back into the bar and having nothing better to do, or occupy his mind, he reopened the safe and taking out the velvet box, set it upon the bar. Leaning elbows on the bar, he opened the lid and stared at the beautiful shining diamond ring inside with a blank, unblinking expression. The only sign of troubled thoughts was how one finger continually rubbed an eye, and one finger tapped upon the diamond setting.
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