A Mysterious Meating 🍖 🫀(bob velseb x reader)

chapter Seventeen: le chef connaît le couteau comme sa main

(translation the chef knows the knife like the back of his/hers hand)
You couldn't tell if he was looking at you or not though his quite greasy hair, you couldn't tell if it was oil from cooking or actual hair oil either way it didn't really match anything of bob but you still felt the uncomfortablenss of his glance, although you two were quite close and you had gained feeling for the large fellow but you could never admit your werid thoughts (take that as yal please I'm down for writing anything) how much his Southern voice with its deep notes caused your face to blush and your insides to turn, even now as you were standing there awkwardly trying to put your shirt on still with him intently staring or not staring at you "so- a what did you well err.. need?" You said trying to to show you embarrassment over what was truly happening "oh I was gon'na take a shower, but I didn't know quite where it was so I was gonna ask.." bob said his voice scruffy and sick sounding "oh.. it's downstairs to the right.." you said letting a sigh of relief as Bob left going to what you assumed was a shower as you continued to change into some flexible clothes and went down to make bob some -Insert favorite herbal tea- you always enjoyed it and if bob was coming down with a cold then that should help him alot with all the vitamins and stuff you were never a Heath expert I mean you ate ramen noodles with the plastic cheese, not exactly chefy but you thought the tea would be at least somewhat decongestant for the smallest part because bob just seemed miserable and tired? He probably was he had been taking care of your small issues alot it was your turn to show the big guys some affection even if he acted all tough he shouldn't have to be all tough forever (again a short one but tomorrow I should have a longer one please comment if yal want fluff orr Also thank you SO MUCH FOR 1.25K READSS!!!)

He couldn't be all touch forever, you thought about this more and more as you unconsciously grabbing the kettle your were totally not thinking at all you burn your hand on the hot metal you really didn't notice untill you had poured the water in bobs cup, and looked down at your burning skill bubbling at the heat of the mental kettle "Oh shunknukles" you said quicky putting your hands in cold water trying to soothe the burning sensation eliminating from your soft bubbling skin.. as you ran your hands under the water you heard bob step out of the shower room you heared him step in your direction "Oh I made you some tea it's on the counter I hope you feel better you sounded I'll" you said trying to cover the amount of pain you have flowing though your hands "oh thanks Darlin" bob said still sounding quite ill and sick less congested that before but that was probably because of a hot shower, "No problem!" You said smiling still clutching your blistered hand "becareful it's hot" you said full knowing the fact it very much was hot "oh thanks lampchop" bob said grabbing the remarkably small cup in his hands, Bob sat on the couch practically laying down on it aswell you wrapped your hand loosely probably the worst way you could and went to sit beside bob, to your suprise he lifted his head as you sat down and placed it on your lap "oh you really must not be feeling good huh?" You said playing with his somewhat dry hair with your good hand "I'm fine don't worry 'bout me" bob said sipping the tea still laying down "your hair's soft" you said trying to make small conversation "thank you darlin' " bob said sounding alot better you thought it was the tea that helped but either way bob placed down the cup and layed back flat onto your lap and fell asleep, you guessed he was pretty run out from the shower and work maybe other things to, but you weren't 100% sure of anything at this point so you just let the dude sleep he looked like he needed it and you can't deny him, I mean who could? He was so soft and overall not that heavy, so you let him sleep of course putting a blanket on bob but other than that just scrolling on your phone, constantly feeling bad about yourself over how other people's perfect body's looked compared to your -unperfect- one even though there was nothing wrong with it, you were perfectly fine as you were but seeing other people your age with your much preferred body type made you sad, knowing you could probably never have that type ever in your life, mid way through your second hour of scrolling your phone was pushed down away from your face  and then taken by a large hand, "you okay? Sorry if it was being to loud.." you said trying to play off what Infact you were looking at even though the page was ajar for all eyes to see "you didn't wake me up, just stop being on your dang phone Darlin" bob said sounding alot better (my dudes immune system is better than all yals) "..oh okay.." you said trying to shake the odd thoughts spawning in your head probably from the blisters but you could stop the feeling that one feeling it didn't change nor filter  it was as if it was trying to dictate what you would do even if you tried to shut it down it was a strong thought so you decided..

(Sorry I haven't been consistent, I owe you guys alot more chapter to catch up,  thank so so so much for all the reads you all are the reason I continue to write and live, so thank you all so much please feel free to comment whatever you want me to write I'll do anything ☺️ -with kind regards chunky)