Bob Velseb x Reader and Headcanons! (Spooky Month)

Common Ground: Chptr: 5 Runaway

You slowly woke up, hearing your phone buzzing on the bedside table annoyingly. You were staring up at the ceiling, feeling exhausted. You didn't even bother turning your head. You just lazily reached over to your phone and pressed the power button. Instantly snoozing it.

You weren't sure how many hours you slept but it sure as hell wasn't long enough.

There were sounds of groaning beside you. You turned your head and saw Bob stirring in his sleep. You noticed that his arm was laid on top of your stomach.

You were surprised that he was still here. You assumed he would have left sometime last night. That was the type of relationship you had with the last person you were with. So, it was nice that Bob stayed. It was a nice change of pace.

You placed your fingertips on your lips, thinking back to what happened. You came to the realization Bob was your first actual kiss. Sure, you had a brief sexual partner before but they never kissed you or called you petnames. Or hugged you. They just had sex with you, hung out with you, used your money, and time, and then... left you.

Tears formed in your eyes, which just made you frustrated. You just wanted to forget about them. Continue on like they never existed. They're probably having the time of their life with their new partner while you sulked over them.

The alarm went off again as it buzzed against the wooden bedside table, making you jump.

"Turn that shit off ..." Bob muttered.

'Oh, shit!'

You grabbed your phone and swiped the screen, turning off the alarm. Squinting at your phone, you looked at the time and it was 5:33 AM.

You groaned out. You had to go to work soon. You were a manager at a restaurant that also doubled as a sports pub. It paid well, just enough to get you by.

But instead of waking up, you decided to play a dangerous game and closed your lids, falling back asleep. Opening up your eyes again, you lifted up your phone and saw that it was 6:10 AM. You shot open your eyes and threw back the blanket, jumping out of bed.

"Shit," you whispered under your breath. You ran into the bathroom and started to wet your toothbrush before putting on the toothpaste.

"What's wrong?" You heard Bob groan from the bedroom.

You walked back to the bedroom with your toothbrush shoved in your mouth as you looked through your closet, finding your professional clothes.

"I'm late for work," you said through your foamed mouth.

He tiredly glanced over at your digital clock, sitting on top of your dresser. "At this time? You only slept fer two hours."

Dragging your pants up, you turned around, looking at Bob while you pulled your toothbrush out of your mouth. "What?"

"We were done at around 3:40."

"Oh...damn..."

'Oh, God!'

You were sure you both came back home at around midnight. Or maybe you guys came in later than you thought? You weren't sure. Or maybe...

You blushed at the thought and ran back to the bathroom, holding onto the long sleeve blouse you had in your arms. You finished brushing your teeth and quickly did your morning routine. You threw your nightshirt on top of the toilet seat and were about to put your blouse on but you realized you didn't have a bra on.

Groaning, you swiftly went back into your bedroom. You didn't care that Bob was staring at your boobs. You just got your bra from your dresser and put it on, then, your blouse.