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Main account Niatara2010

My english might not be good sometimes so dont mind spelling mistakes i make as my first language is dutch

I do only Bob velseb x reader for now (might do oc x canon, Canon x canon or maybe even oc x oc.)

DNI anything problematic really like proship, racist, nazi's.

THIN ICE nsfw accounts, i myself am 15. You can interact for example like or reblog my post, just please do keep in mind my account is sfw

PLEASE INTERACT Bob fans, spooky month fans just anyone who isn't on the DNI

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You were laying on the rug infront of the couch, just scrolling on tiktok. You laugh to yourself. "Hehe tung tung..." Bob raises an eyebrow and looks down at you. "Darlin' what're ya doin'?" You look at him and then show him your phone, your screen plays a video of Tung Tung Tung Sahur dancing to the song Bazooka by Miami XO. Bob gives you the most deadpan look ever. "You’re so weird." You giggle. "Hehe Tung Tung." You drool a little bit, you almost looked like a ipad kid. For the next hour all bob could hear from your phone was 'Rest in peace my granny she got hit by a bazooka.' He throws a pillow at you. "I'm gonna take ya phone and smash it if i hear that fuck ass song one more time." You frown. "But Tung tung." He rolls his eyes. "I swear..."

Uhh what's up guys, i'm not dead. I've just had no idea's of what to write and i dunno.

You groan out of pain. Shark week oh how you hated it, your cramps were really getting to you. You sit on your bed doubled over holding your stomach. Barb sits next to you "It's alright, sugar. 'm here, darlin." She rubs your back. "I'll get ya a nice hot water bottle, some candy and meds, alright?" Her southern accent smooth as butter as she talked. You nod, tears threatening to fall at the corners of your eyes. You've had bad cramps before but god were these baddd. You look at her as she stands. She gives your forehead a quick peck before leaving to grab the stuff. 10 minutes pass and she returns with a hot water bottle wrapped in one of her shirts, your favorite candy, pain killers to help with the cramps and some tea. You try to sit normally but you looked more like a shrimp with how you were holding your stomach. "There ya go, sweetheart." She sits back down next to you. "Thank god our weeks ain’t synced up." She chuckles. "That would've been a nightmare." You take the pain meds, grabbing some candy to get rid of the disgusting taste left in your mouth from the pain killers. You grab the tea cup, blowing on it to cool it down a little bit before taking a sip. Your favorite. After you drink some tea you feel a little sleepy. You lay down with the hot water bottle against your stomach. Barb laying behind you, her arm over you, her hand on the hot water bottle, you both close your eyes and fall asleep cuddling.

You were listening to music doing your thing untill bob burst in, he just came home from work and looked like an absolute mess, eyes puffy from trying not to cry, snot running down his face. You look him up and down and walk over. He grabs you into a hug and collapses onto the floor with you in his arms, he starts cying, full body sobbing. "I love you so much!" He cries out. You hug him back, confused as hell. "Hey hey its okay, i love you too. What's happened?" He burrys his face in your shoulder. "I was at work and i couldn't stop thinkin' about ya.. then the thoughts became bad.." he sniffles. "I was scared ya wouldn’t love me anymore..." you raise an eyebrow and slowly pull away just a bit so you could look at his face. "Why wouldn’t i love you?" He looks at you and his grip tightens on you. "I'm a cannibal..." you stare at him like he was crazy. "W-what...?" He burries his face in your shoulder again. "Please don't leave me... i didn’t choose it... you're the only good thing in my life, i can't loose you..." he keeps crying, snot and tears wetting your clothes. You just stare ahead. He was a cannibal..

20th of April... Bob's birthday! You hide in the dark with Bob's friends (it was only frank) you two wait untill he gets home from work. Bob walks into a dark living room, turning on the light he suddenly gets covered in confetti. "Happy birthday, Bob!" You greet him with a hug. "Happy birthday!" Bob stands in shock for a bit. "Ya... ya guys did all this for me..?" You smile and nod. "Of course! It is your birthday after all!" He smiles and let out a small huff. "I don't really celebrate mah birthday. But.. i appreciate this." He chuckles. "Now where's the cake?!" You quickly go to grab the chocolate cake from the kitchen. "We also have little cupcakes!" Frank nods. "I helped making them." He smirks. "And what about presents?" You walk back to the living room with a lit cake. "Cake first then presents." You and frank sing happy birthday Bob clapping along before blowing out the candles. All of you sit on the couch eating some super good chocolate cake. "This is nice." Bob says with his mouth covered in cake. "Thank you." You and frank smile. "Of course!" You grab a napkin and whipe away the chocolate from around Bob's mouth. "Why wouldn’t we celebrate you're birthday?" Bob stops chewing and tenses for a second. "Ah i dunno." He relaxes "Thank you again." He opens his presents, from Frank he got a new fancy knife set and from you he got candy, and a new hat. And for the next three hours you all hang out and play whatever games Bob wanted to play. Frank left an hour before it hit midnight leaving you and Bob. "I know i keep sayin' this but Thank you. Best birthday i had in years. I never had people to celebrate mah birthday with, that or i just didn’t celebrate it at all.." his voice cracks. You immediately hug him. "You got me now. You'll never have to be alone on you're birthday again."

It was you're time of the month again. You were a little scared on how Bob would react since you guys have only been dating for 2 weeks. You sit on your bed contemplating you life choices of being born with a uterus when you get a text from Bob saying he's going to come over. Well shit. I mean he's a grown man he'll be able to handle periods, right?

You: "Could you buy some chocolate on the way? I'm on my period."

Send. You put your phone down. Waiting for him to arrive. Not even 10 minutes later the door bell rings. You stand up to answer the door. The moment you open the door you see a Bob holding multiple things, chocolate, roses, and a stuffed bunny. Well damn. "I left work as soon as i saw ya text." He looked like he ran here. "You got all of this.. for me?" He nods "Yeah. I know periods are hard and annoying." You smile. Emotions taking over and you start crying, but from happiness, throwing yourself in his arms. He drops the stuff to catch you. "Oh, darlin'!" You sniffle. "You’re so sweet! I don't deserve such a gentleman!" He hugs you. "This is normal for guys to do, isn't it?" You shake your head. "Not really." Once you were done crying and thanking him you two sit on the couch cuddling and eating chocolates while watching some horror movie.

Last Halloween some red devil guy brome into your house and tried killing you, so this Halloween you we're prepared for anything. You sit on the couch watching some random show and eating candy you got from tirck or treating, suddenly the channle changes to the news "Alert! Bob velseb also known as the devil butcher has escaped prison again. Make sure to stay inside, lock the doors and window. Be safe." You drop your candy. "You gotta be fucking kidding me..." you groan and stand up. You turn off the TV to go lock everything. Your stomach growls so you decide to make some food. You had music on and were singing along to it while cooking. CRASH! you pause. Stopping your music and listening. Heavy footsteps coming your way. Nope. No way. You arm your self with one of the dinning chairs. Bob walks in but not before you hit him in the stomach with the chair. "Fuck off ya spooky bitch!" You hit him a few more times and he falls to his knees "AGH GOD DAMNIT STOP!" He yells, grabbing the legs of the chair and stopping you from beating him with the chair any further. "Yer gonna pay for that..." He stands up and you bolt "You'll never catch me you fat fuck!" He growls, stalking behind you. Felt like a cat and mouse chase. You kept finding things to hit him with and he kept trying to swing his knife at you. In the end you made him too tired to even try killing you anymore. He just lays on the floor, bruises forming. "I hate ya. Worst victim ever." You laugh standing a safe distance away from him. "You’re the victim now."

The reader goes to visit Bob while he’s in jail, the reader didn’t know about what Bob did and who he really was. It takes place inside the jail in one of those rooms with the glass in the middle and the visitors and inmates talk with phones connected to the table ya know? M

Im really in the mood for angst 😭 thanks for reading and writing if you decide to write this!

You take a breath in and out before entering the building. You were visting Bob in prison. The guards lead you to the visting rooms. Bob was already sitting there in cuffs, a glass wall separating him from you. You move to sit down on the chair opposite of him. You grab the phone, a lump already forming in your throat. "Bob..." he looks at you, eyes wide, big smile. He looked insane. "Darlin'." You just look at him for a second. "Why. Just why? Why'd you have to be like this? We could've had a family together! We could've had a great life with eachother! I thought i knew you..." He sighs. Opening his mouth but you dont let him "And eating human flesh!? Really!? I... i can't belive you." The tears already forming in the corner of your eyes. "The cult made me do it." Is all he could muster. You stare at him like he just told you pigs could fly. "What cult!? You're in a cult!?" Shit he realizes he said the wrong thing "I-... 'm sorry." You scoff. "You’re sorry!?" You slam your hand against the desk. The Guard ready to drag you away if needed. "You ate human meat! You're in a cult! What's next!? Hm!? Tell me!" He looks down. Guilt? Regret? He looks back at you, smile gone, eyes filled with regret, guilt, sadness and anger. He was angry at himself for it having to be like this.. "I'm so sorry. I-... It’s just who i am. Who i've been for years. I joined the cult when i was in mah twenties. I tried leaving em! For you! But... they wouldn’t let me..." you stand up. "I can't even look at you." You put the phone back and walk away, leaving him to rot in prison. Still... you felt guilty for leaving him. But what else we're you supposed to do? He's a cannibal and a cultist! You couldn't just forgive that. Could you?

Pancake day! You and Bob made pancake every single monday. It was a fun thing to do because why not. First you two had to get the ingredients so off to the store! You wore you're favorite outfit while bob just wore his red turtleneck and black pants. Getting into Bob's truck and heading to the stores to get what you needed for the pancakes. The radio playing your favorite song. You sang along softly, Bob tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the song. The car ride was mostly silent. "Can we add bacon into the pancakes?" You look at him. He nods. "Sure why not." He says shrugging his shoulders. You smile. Hell yeah bacon pancakes. You get to the store, parking after Bob has a small argument with some old lady 'stealing his spot'. You two head inside, Bob grabbing a cart. You walk the isles looking for everything, flour, sugar, Baking Powder, Milk, Egg, butter including some other stuff that you or Bob needed like some new toothpaste. Bob pays at self checkout as you bag the groceries and you two head home. Once home you go to the kitchen and grab your apron washing your hands and all ready to make some bacon pancakes. Bob does the same. "Alright lets get this show on the road." You cringe at his word play. Bob works on the bacon while you make the pancake batter "Bacon pancakes Making Bacon Pancakes Take some bacon and I put it in a pancake Bacon Pancakes That's what it's gonna make Bacon Pancake!" You couldn't resist blowing some flour at Bob. "Hey! Ya little monster.." He grabs some flour and puts on your forehead like simba. You laugh. You keep singing while making the batter." Once done with the batter you hand it to Bob so he could cook it up. (He did not trust you at the stove after last time) you make the table. And finally the bacon pancakes were done. You two eat in peace. "I love pancake day." Bob smiles. "Me too, kiddo."

He grumbles as he get home. Taking off his work apron and hat the moment he steps inside. God he was pissed and tired as hell. Work was shit. Rude customers all day, nothing was going the way it was supposed to. You sit on the couch, looking over at him. "Bobby!" You open your arm waiting for a hug. He walk over and just flops down onto you. He pulls himself up abit to lay his head on your chest, arms on either side of you acting like either a weighted blanket or stuffed animal. You run your fingers through his hair. "Bad day at work?" He nods. "It's alright, i'm here for you, dear." You keep playing with his hair. "You just wanna lay with me or do you need to talk about it?" He looks at you with tired yet soft eyes. "Lay. I'll talk about it later." You boop his nose "That's fine. I'm just happy your home again. I missed you." He smiles. "Missed ya too." You look at the ceiling. You two lay there. Him in your arms. "You did a good job, you know? I'm very proud of you for working so hard." He tries to get even closer if that was possible, like trying to crawl into your skin.

You sit with him on the bed. Hugging him with a warm water bottle. "It's okay, hun. I'm here. I'll get you anything you need." You give him a kiss on the forehead. It was Bob's monthly bleeding week. He was scared you'd think he wasn't as much as a man because of this. "Just leave me alone i don't want'cha to see me like this..." You cuddle closer to him. "Why not?" He fidgets with his fingers. "I feel like i'm not man enough because of... this..." you grab his chin and make him look at you. "Nonsense. You'll always be a man. Just because you bleed out of your... you know what doesn’t make you less of a man. I love you no matter what." You give him a quick kiss. "Also means Mpreg is real." He chuckles. "Alright." He pushed your face away gently. You grab his wrist and kiss his hand. "And right now i just want to take care of you and make sure your feeling a tiny bit better, with the cramps and all." Bob moves to lay on his side. "I could go for some sweets right now..." you nod and get up leaving the room for a bit and coming back with sweet for him. "You’re amazing partner to the rescue!" You sit down next to him again. He sits up and starts eating the candy. "Should i also get you pain killers?" He nods. "Yeah and mah water bottle." You stand up leaving again and coming back with pain killers and his water bottle. After he takes the pain killers and drinks some water you two just cuddle. "You’re amazing. The most manly man i know."

Also Bob keychain

Tw spoilers for the new TADC episode.

Oh my god. You were freaking out after the new TADC ep. Your mouth wide open Tears already in your eyes. Your mind was going at a Thousands miles per hour. Bob walks in seeing you just stare at your phone screen tears in your eyes mouth agap, joyfull end credit music playing in the background. You slowly turn your head to Bob. "CAINE'S GONE!" You cry out "W-what?" You sniffle and throw your hands up in the air. "KINGER ACCIDENTLY DELETED CAINE! THE CIRCUS IS FALLING APART! THE THEORY ABOUT KINGER WORKING FOR C&A IS ALSO TRUE! CAINE WAS GOING CRAZY! THE FILTER IS GONE NOW AND THEY CAN SWEAR! BUT MY BABY IS GONEEEE!!" You cry, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Uhh..." he walks over to you and sits down on the bed. He pulls you close. "There, there..?" You hug him tightly. "The silly AI is gone..." you sniffle and sob. "And now i have to wait for the last episode..." He rubs your back. "It's alright, sugar... Maybe there's a back up of Caine? Isn't TADC based on IHNMAIMS meaning the AI is evil and important to the lore. He'll be back." You look at him. "Promise...?" He nods. "Promise."

You were on the couch focused as hell on making both you and Bob as mii's in the new TomoDachi Life living the dream demo. You were almost done making yourself. Bob walks in looks at you on the couch, so locked. "What'cha doin'?" He walks over to you staring at the switch screen. "Making us fall inlove in the new TomoDachi Life demo." He nods. "Right." He says sitting down next to you eyes locked onto the screen as you were now using the new make-up feature. "Ya can draw now?" He leans closer. "Yeah its one of the new features. It's amazing." You finish your Mii moving onto his. "Ya said its a demo, right?" You nod. "Yeah the full game comes out 16th of April." He looks at you. "Want me to buy it for ya? When it comes out ofcourse'." You look at him. "You'd do that?" He smiles. "Yeah. If it makes ya happy, why not." He shrugs. "Also means we can have Mii baby's." He chuckles. You blush. "Whatever..." you look back at the screen making Bob as a Mii was pretty easy since he was right there to be your reference. You had also used the make-up tool to make him look exactly like the Real Bob. Once done you made the two Mii's talk to eachother about Human facts. Then you were able to make them call eachother nicknames, Bob's mii would call your Mii darlin' and you're mii would call Bob, Bobby. Every single time the Mii's interacted you'd take a photo.

You had been rest less all day so when you were on the porch reading some Fanfiction on your phone, the night sky full with stars, full moon. The lamp on the porch attracting mosquitoes, and a month? You're eyes follow the moth... you slowly move towards the moth. It flutters away from the light as you try to grab it. You follow behind, chasing it. Bob walks out onto the porch. He raises an eyebrow at the silly sight of you chasing a month and laughs. "Almost got it, darlin'!" He chuckles. You keep following the month, it was just too high for you to catch it. You jump and jump. You really wanted to catch this creature. Bob just keeps laughing at your failed attempts and sillyness of trying to catch a moth.