#bob and bun

[vivwritesfics]

Period

Bob looks after Bun on her period

Bob and Bun

Bun had been awake for hours. It sucked. She held her stomach, legs pulled up to her chest as she tossed and turned in their bed.

If Bob hadn't been so tired, he would have been awake. Would have been up, getting her a glass of water and some pain killers. But no, he was dead to the world.

But then he woke up in the early hours of the morning to her grabbing his hand and placing it over her stomach.

The warmth of his hand eased her cramps. Bob leg out a groan and pulled her closer, gently kissing the back of her neck. "You okay?" He asked, morning voice deep and gravelly.

For a moment she didn't answer, just pressed his hand more against her. She would be. As soon as the heat of his skin against her own became soothing, she would be.

Bob knew this routine all too well by now. Knew what having his hand pressed against her stomach meant. "Oh, Bun," he mumbled, shutting his eyes as he pulled her even closer. "Do you need painkillers or anything?"

She shook her head. "Just stay here for now."

Bob stayed with her until he had to get up for work. And, when he did, A whine left her lips. At first she pouted at him, but then she glared. The glare didn't last long though, as he cramps started up again.

"Do you have to leave? Can't you stay just for today?"

He sat on the bed beside her and kissed her forehead. "I stay every month, bunny. I can't," he mumbled. "But I can bring you back some chocolate and snacks."

And, suddenly, she had a hold of his hand. "Stay."

"Bun-"

"Stay!"

With a sigh, Bob fished his phone from his pocket. "I'm gonna get you some painkillers," he mumbled as he walked out of the bedroom.

As he readied her some painkillers and something to drink, Bob held his phone up to his ear. "Bobster, baby bob, what can I do for you?" Said Bradley. It wasn't Bradley he'd been trying to call, Bradley had just been the one to pick up.

"I can't come in today."

Bradley let out a hum. "You had a day off this time last month. And the month before. And the month before that." He paused for a moment. "Is... is it your girl?"

"Can I stay or not?" Bob was never snappy like this. But, when it came to Bun?

"Yeah," said Bradley. "But keep your phone to hand, just in case."

Bob didn't quite expect this. Getting to stay home with Bun, to look after her. Anybody else would have had to come into work. But not Bob, not when it came to Bun.

Shoving the phone back into his pocket, Bob took the water and the painkillers to her. "Here you go, Bun," he said as he gave it to her.

She didn't swallow it down right away. Instead, she placed the water and painkillers onto the bedside table and crawled into Bob's lap. "You can't leave if I don't get up," she mumbled, shoving her face against his neck.

"Bun, I'm not going anywhere," he mumbled and kissed the top of her head. "Have your painkillers and I'll go out to buy you chocolate."

Her eyes watered as she looked at him. "You'd do that for me?"

Now, Bun wasn't normally this... emotional over something so small. Blame fucking period hormones. But Bob kissed away her tears. He was gonna look after her.

[nurse-floyd]

Sweet Temptations

Rewrite of @vivwritesfics Bob/ Bun fic I wrote.

Bun has a craving…only that craving might just kill her.

The air was filled with the murmur of different conversations and the clinking of glasses. Bun’s father was hosting a grand feast, a rare moment of celebration and joy among colleagues and family. The atmosphere was what you would expect: tense but relaxed as everyone enjoyed a brief respite from their dangerous lifestyles.

Bun stood by the spread of exotic fruits, all amazingly prepared into various shapes and displays. Among them was a bowl of perfectly ripe mangoes. The fruit looked juicy and vibrant and, despite her allergy, incredibly tempting to her.

Bob stood by never letting his girl out of his sight for too long as he scanned the room. With a mischievous grin, she walked back over to him with a plate of food for them both and tossed something towards him with his free hand.

Bob caught the item, his reflexes quick, before he realized just what she had thrown at him. Her EpiPen. Realizing she looked fine, showing no signs of distress, he looked back at the device in his hands. “Why are you giving me this, Bun?” Bob asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and a hint of concern.

Mickey chose the right (or the wrong) moment to walk over as he spied the device in Bob’s hand. He looked between Bob and Bun, confused for a moment.

She flashed him a mischievous grin, her eyes gleaming with what Bob could only describe as chaos. “I’m going to try the mango.”

Mickey knew her allergies. It was on the very extensive list of ‘things to know about Bun’ he was given both by Bob and her father. He saw the bowl of fruit in her hands.

Bob’s expression darkened, glancing between her, the pen, and the fruit. “Bun…sweetheart, you know you’re allergic,” he replied, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

“I know,” she replied, her grin unwavering. “But I’ve always wondered what it tastes like. And if I’m going to do it, at least you’re here to save me,” she shrugged before ignoring his warning and picking up a piece of the fruit. “Besides, I could have grown out of it.”

“You’re really going to make him use that?” Mickey asked, his sigh just as loud as Bob’s had been moments earlier.

Her head snapped towards him, “why? Would you rather I gave it to you? I knew I annoyed you dick-weasel but I didn’t think you wanted to stab me that badly,” she replied, her hand coming up to her chest in a gesture of mock hurt.

He stared at her, his mind racing, despite this being very much Bun behavior—impulsive and completely unpredictable. “This is crazy,” he muttered, but he didn’t stop her. He knew better.

She shrugged, her eyes twinkling with a chaotic energy. “You’ve got my EpiPen, and I trust you to use it if I need it.” With a final and determined look, she picked up a slice of mango and bit into it. Bob’s eyes never left her as he gripped the EpiPen just a little bit tighter. She gave a little moan as she chewed the juicy piece of fruit, her eyes lighting up. “This is amazing. You should try some, Floyd,” she grinned.

For a moment, everything was fine. The fruit was delicious, just as she had imagined it would be from the look of it. But then she felt a tingling sensation in her lips and a mild itching at her throat, but it didn’t deter her. Bob and Mickey both watched as she smiled and stabbed her fork into another piece.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as he grabbed a piece of his own from her bowl.

“I think I’m okay. Just a little tingle.”

Bob closed the distance between them as he grabbed her plate and shoved it into Mickey’s hands. “Bun…,” he said, his voice steady but stern as he uncapped the device, not wanting to wait for more symptoms to appear. He and Mickey blocked her from view, standing around her as Bob hiked up her dress slightly before jabbing the EpiPen into her thigh.

“Fuck, baby,” she winced at the sting, but the tingly sensation in her throat began to ease almost immediately. Bob kept his arm around her, rubbing a comforting hand up and down her arm.

“You feeling okay?” he asked, hating to cause her pain but knowing it was necessary.

“That was so worth it, but now I know I like it, I'm just gonna want to try it again.”

Bob shot her a look that wasn’t meant to be argued with as she gave him a cheeky smile and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his nose.

“My hero.”

Mickey downed the rest of his drink and made a mental note to definitely pick up some more epi-pens from the pharmacy from this incident.

[basketobread]

the lil dried up faces remind me of Cinammon Bun from adventure time 😭❤️

WAAAAAIT... he was ALWAYS one of my favorite characters... oh my god... i think you just like unlocked my brain and and revealed where this primal urge to draw lil dry scrunched up faces came from HAHAHA

[robottheodorlasso]

…… so there is this generic medieval au with light fantasy elements that has been living in my head rent free…. 

[br1ghtestlight]

swimming in the soggy burger bun basement HELL YEAH!!!!

[robertbelcherjr]

I’m starting a new thread; I call it Bob’s Burger Buns

[laurakearney]

they said let me serve bob and then said let me serve bun

[fluffle-writes]

Fem!Vil and Fem!Leona would be butch af I cannot be convinced otherwise

[ophernelia]

i fw with nara smith but i have not known a moment of peace as a lightskinned black woman since she emerged. me and sis look nothing alike aside from skintone but the nara comments whenever i go out are viciously aggy.

[meowburgerz]

GAY

<3

OH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[basketobread]

I need to know what your inspiration/reference was for the face? You know the one, uh... with the mouth... stinky...

Did not think this through, but surely you know the face I'm referring to. Where did it come from? lol

HAHAHA I get asked this question a lot and it's funny because I honestly didn't even know myself what compelled me to draw this silly little face until someone pointed out the resemblance to a certain character...

Do you see the resemblance. Do you see it, anon. For those of you who don't know, I am VERRRRYYY much a fan of Adventure Time (*cough* Betty Grof is sooo me *COUGH*) so I guess I couldn't help but incorporate it into my art subconsciously??? LMAOOOO

[motherhenna]

WIP of my current project! Wanted to practice proportions and ended up drawing every partner I've ever married in farming sim games lol (Story of Seasons [formerly Harvest Moon] and Stardew Valley).

[zimisnotdrifting]

Bobtober Day 12: Cooking With Ron

Shoutout to muganimate fr fr

[newblvotg]

[stiltonbasket]

Jingyi is dragging his slightly-older shufu a-zhan into trouble? Let's go and "liberate" some of grandma's red-bean buns, shufu! Let's go and bob around in lxc's hot springs like little dumplings! Clothes are for other baos! Cuddle ALL the bunnies! Pheasant-nap of one of lqr's flock and set it loose in the lanshi!

This is what led to both of them being stuck on gege duty with baby Jueying. When Jingyi complained, Lan Qiren informed him that he was four years old and thus had no business doing anything that would be unsafe to do around a crawling baby (at least indoors).

[sassmill]

Uh oh besties it’s been about 4 years since I cut my hair and this morning… looking in the mirror… I had the impulse to cut it all off again