🔪❤️MY OBSESSION. 1/?❤️🥩
Bob Velseb X you.
Third Person POV.
Gender neutral, (Y/N) and they/them pronouns used.
There is a bit of swearing, so begone if you haven't heard the word "fuck".
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(Y/N) had moved in about a year ago. Sure, it was small and smelled like a weird fucking mix of Halloween candy and meat, but it was their new home. 'New year, new me' as they say.
They had managed to land a job working as a waiter/busboy for an ice cream shop. It was actually pretty fun, despite what their social anxiety kept telling them. However, there was one small issue.
They smelled weird.
Well, according to their coworkers. It's not my fault, they told themselves at the time. I have to scrape gum off of tables. Of course I smell weird.
But despite their insistence that it was because of their job, they got the boot.
Snapping back into reality, their stomach growling angrily reminded them of their situation. They had to eat something. Truth be told, they had been skipping meals for a couple of days, only eating at lunch or dinner. So they weren't surprised when their stomach ached with emptiness.
. . . . !
The smell of burgers drew (Y/N) to a shop they hadn't noticed before. I guess I shut my perception down, they thought to themselves as they entered.
Instantly, they were smacked with a retro vibe. The red seats, the chill music playing in the background - it just gave them good vibes. Nothing seemed off about the building to them.
Coming to the counter (the line was surprisingly short) they eyed the menu in front of them, deciding what to order.
Before they could place their order, they noticed someone coming out of the kitchen, holding a couple of trays laden with burgers and fries.
The man was tall, about 7 feet if not taller. He seemed tired, but still lively. His hair, black. It reminded them of the night. And those eyes....
Realizing they were staring, (Y/N) snapped back to reality again. (Y/N) placed their order. A normal burger (with no onions), with a small fry and a small soda. A simple enough order, (Y/N) thought.... After placing their order and paying, they sat down in a booth to wait for their food.
They checked their phone.
Zero messages.
They needed friends.
As they scrolled through their phone, they were honestly startled when food was placed in front of them. That was fast. They looked up to see the tall noir they had seen earlier smiling at them. His smile seemed almost too natural for the man. But they didn't really care. "Thank you," they mumbled as they picked up their burger.
❝It's no problem, darlin'.❞ the man spoke, his voice smooth and deep. His country accent only served to make him more attractive. He went back to his station, but not before (Y/N) caught a glimpse at his name tag.
"Bob".
What a basic-ass name.
After finishing their food, (Y/N) headed out to find something entertaining to do with what money they had. But little did they know....
They had an admirer.
Bob stood behind the grill, watching them leave from the kitchen window. His grin faltered, watching the gorgeous person leave. Then, his smile returned as he knew, without a doubt that they would come back.
They always come back.
He would have them. Whether they knew it now or not.
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521 words w/o a/n at the start & this.
579 words with a/n at the start & this.
AAAH I'M SORRY I WANTED TO MAKE A BOB ONESHOT BUT I RUSHED IT SO I'M GONNA MAKE A SECOND ONE BFBDBDBFBRB
