Too Cozy 2
Yandere Bob x reader (1.1k words) part 1 part 3
Does not contain graphic content, but warning: Some harassment, suggestive behavior, and creepy Bob
Summary: You're just playing around — or at least you think you are. Bob offers a ride, and things get weird.
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Kids run around, and you almost get knocked down. Instead, you bump into the back of your aunt's plastic chair. She turns around, raising an eyebrow, and you give her a tense smile.
You continue making your way to where your father is flipping the sizzling meat on the grill. From what you can hear, he’s talking with your uncle about Mickey, aka Fanboy; that's what he told you to call him. You think it's dumb. Why did you have to call him that? You weren't in the Navy, but you didn't want to argue with him. What good would that do?
When you got here, you had an almost permanent smile on your face. The sounds of your family, music, and the smell of the food filled your chest, and that was what you felt for the first 20 minutes you were there. But that changed when you overheard your aunt talking about your cousin Mickey and how he was going to bring a friend around. You knew where this was gonna head. Was this the universe punishing you for being too friendly?
You've been avoiding the topic for a while, skirting the many questions your cousin had. Why have you been drifting for a while now?
You didn't want to think about that, about what had happened. You felt a strange sensation in your chest about the previous circumstances. Sometimes, when things were slow at work, which tended to be most evenings when you were there, your thoughts would stray back to that moment, the moment in the car. Small flashes of his hand on your thigh, however brief, made you queasy. You used to laugh it off and tell yourself it was his shyness, his naivety in women, something you could worm out of.
You used to spend all your time after work at the bar, but now you've been avoiding it, opting instead to head directly home. Text messages from Fanboy about meeting at the Hard Deck went unanswered. Finally, he ended up calling you.
“Hello?” you said.
“Aye, where you at?”
“What do you mean?” You clicked the remote and surfed through the TV channels. “I'm chilling.” No response.
You heard him sigh. “Did I do something wrong?”
You bit your lip and leaned back further into your seat.
“No, I'm just… busy.” You were lying, and you knew he knew you were lying.
“Right, I'm not buying that. If you don't want to talk, that's fine, but don't lie. Are you at least okay?”
That was a week ago.
Your foot taps the ground too fast to be in rhythm with the music.
The gate creaked open.
“Hey, everyone, we're here,” Mickey's voice boomed. Your folks near him exchange greetings, handshakes, jokes, and laughter. You can hear them get louder and closer to the table you were at.
You squeezed your eyes shut for a second. It was just one second. If you made a big deal now, you’d sound crazy. You force a bubble of laughter up. “Well, I thought you were lost at sea,” you yell out across to Fanboy.
“Eh, nice one, but I know you want us here.”
Us. That's when you finally focus on the figure standing next to Fanboy. He looks awkward. A shuffling weight on each foot.
You will yourself to get up and meet them, your feet heavy.
Now, standing before you, you see them fully. Both of them dressed casually. T-shirts and jeans. You force what you think is a casual smile, but you resist the urge to keep looking at Bob.
You nod your head at them. “Ha, yeah, I want you here. As much as I want a pimple on my back,” you lightly punch Fanboy on his arm; the gesture feels stiff even for you.
“Well,” he pats Bob on the back. “Couldn't leave this one around either. He’s been wanting to catch up.”
Fanboy grins, his arms still over Bob. “He's a good guy, this one…” He leans in closer to you, his voice dropping just a bit. “Just remember what we talked about. Be encouraging,” he gives you a quick smile.
You push whatever feeling you have down your chest, and you turn and look at him. Really, look at him. He’s wearing those Aviator glasses, the ones that hid too much of his expression. His head is tilted down, but he's still looking at you through his eyelashes. He gives a lopsided smile.
“What are you trying to stalk me now? I thought I was safe at my own home.” You try to keep your voice light and playful.
He moves his head up, and a familiar red starts to creep up his neck. That's what I've been missing, you think.
“Ha, good one,” Fanboy says rather loudly. “See, I told you you'd like this place. C'mon, let's take a seat.”
You, Fanboy, and Bob all slide into the chairs. Others offer drinks. Fanboy gets a beer, and Bob waves away his in favor of a lime soda. You get one, too.
Fanboy looks around. “So they still making you work at the bakery.”
“What do you mean by making me? My family owns that place.”
“Funny, I figured they'd kick you out by now,” he says. Bob offers a “mm-hmm” and a faint smirk your way. Fanboy laughs. You try to focus on Fanboy, but in the corner of your eye, Bob is focusing all his attention on you, even when he takes a sip of his soda.
You manage to let out a brittle laugh as you try to regain control. “Careful, Bob. You're gonna make Fanboy think you like my company way too much now.” You give him a quick, exaggerated blink.
Bob doesn't fluster. His gaze is calm, a hint of a smile on his lips. He takes another sip of his soda.
Did your game end, or was this the final straw?
The banter continues, and in a way, it's starting to feel like the bar. Before that moment. The moment in the car.
You're all sitting there taking bites of food. Then, all of a sudden, you hear an aunt calling for Fanboy. “I'll be right back,” he says, pushing out his chair.
Now that he’s gone, you and Bob are all alone. You used to be able to enjoy the silence between the two of you. You’d even find ways to fill it. Some light, playful flirting, but now you were still a bit apprehensive.
“This is better than the Hard Deck, isn't it?” You raise an eyebrow at that and lean forward. Bob’s voice is quiet. “You looked at me differently that night. I remember. I'm sorry if I… misread things.”
He doesn't say anything else. Instead, Fanboy arrives back in his seat. Bob finally looks away from you, and things turn back to the way they were.
