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“Warm Home”

Bob Aldrich x gender neutral!reader

Comfort fic request

Requested by @antifiction

Notes; cuddling, kissing, comfort, support, married couple, fluff.

Summary: After a stressful day on set, you (y/n) are there to support Bob and lend him an ear.

Words: 771

You had the whole table set ready for Bob and you as you were expecting him back from set, when you heard the sound of Bob coming into the house with his keys.

“Hi, honey!” You heard him call out from the hallway, as he hung his grey long-coat at the entrance. His tired steps made loud sounds in the hallway as he approached the area which you were in.

“Hi, you big hunk...” you said very enthusiastically, placing the last plate on the table.

“Another day down the shitter.” he let out as he was undoing his black tie. 

His face lit up as he noticed the entire table which you had set up, and he sighed, closing his eyes.

“Oh honey, you didn’t need to do this...You know my job is tough no matter what.” He came close to you to leave a peck on your cheek, and placed one hand on your hip.

You smiled back at him and gently grabbed a hold of his face to leave a kiss near his lips. Bob couldn’t help but blush a bit.  He then placed a sweet kiss on your neck and then headed over to sit down. 

“How was the day today?” you asked, pouring a bit of wine in both of your glasses. 

“Work was hell”. Bob expressed. You could hear the hint of frustration in his voice. “Just the same old cat and mouse game between Joan and Bette -” He grumbled. “- And not to mention Jack.”

“Did Jack say something to you?” you asked him. 

Bob roamed his head around as he stated his answer. “It’s not really what he said… more like how he said it…-” He looked up to you as if disappointed.

“- He wants me to stir up some drama. … Make Joan and Bette be at each other’s throats…” He looked at you shamefully. “Problem is, I don’t wanna do that. I just wanna carry a proper set, make something of value… a good picture.” He said.  A good horror picture at that.” He added, wagging his finger. “ - You know what I mean, honey?” he posed to you. Of course he’d understand if you couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Of course I know what you mean.” you told him. Bob leaned towards you, gladly listening to your every word.

“And it’s going to be a spectacular picture, I’m sure of it, Bob. You just need to waltz with these people. They’re just a means to your vision.-” You tried to find the best way to put it to him. “Be the director that you want to be, not the one they want you to be.”  You squeezed Bob’s hand tight and looked him in the eyes, adoringly. 

Bob gazed at you, feeling deeply validated by your very meaningful words. “Thank you, honey -” he said coarsely. “- That’s just what I needed to hear.”. 

Bob placed the large napkin onto the collar of his white shirt like a bib and began to dig into the meal carefully. He quickly expressed awe and delight with a muffled and wheezy laugh. In between he said to you: “Christ! Sweetie! When’d you learn to cook like this?”. He coughed a bit with his food. “-Mmh, I’m sorry.” He’d spoken with his mouth a bit full, out of excitement. 

You looked at him flirtatiously, lifting up your glass as to take a sip from your wine. “Well what do you think I do all day?”. Your answer made the two of you laugh quite hysterically. 

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After the two of you had put away the dishes and gotten into your pyjamas, you both quickly got tucked into bed, ready to cuddle and hold each other lovingly like you typically did. Bob always put his hand on your shoulder, circling his thumb softly as he got nuzzled up closer to you. So the two of you had naturally settled into this position already, as Bob was holding you tenderly.  “My strudel” he said to you, gently placing his lips on yours, for a tender kiss. 

“You know what I think your picture is going to be, hm, Bob?” you said, as you nuzzled into his neck and into your guys’ spoon. You felt his warm skin and the soft silk of his top. 

“What’s that, honey?” he replied in a lovesome manner. 

“I think your movie’s going to be the best horror picture ever made”. You answered. The only thing Bob gave you as a reply was simply drowning you with more kisses, and you gave into it without hesitation or qualm.

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