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For You, I Would Ruin Myself | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi! This is a very self-serving fic lol. This is, indeed, something I do! Because of all of the shitty relationships I’ve been in! But of course I don’t have a person to be nice to me about it lol.

Warnings: talk of sex, shitty exes, stressful work environment

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Bucky didn’t like how you slumped against the front door. He didn’t like the vacancy in your eyes or the downtrodden look on your face. “Hey, baby. Long day?” He joined you by the door and welcomed you into his arms. He smoothed a hand through your fallen curls, let his lips rest against your forehead. For nearly two weeks, you’d come home like this. Exhausted. Depleted. Bucky hated it. He hated your boss and your company and all of your clients.

Your head fell into his shoulder, and you nodded against his shirt. It was all you could muster. You just wanted a moment. A moment of calm and quiet and peace. Bucky gave you all the time you needed. He left kisses against your hair and gently slipped your bag from your shoulder. He was always so patient with you, so understanding.

“I haaate my job,” you groaned. “My department head is a fucking idiot and I swear the manager wants to stick her hand up my ass so she can use me as a puppet”.

Bucky stifled his loud guffaw. Even half-dead, you were still the funniest person he’d ever met. “I’m sorry, sweets. Is there an end in sight to this nightmare or…?”

You lifted your head from his shoulder and groaned again. You seemed groan a lot these days. “Not yet. We’re just supposed to ‘keep on truckin’ until we get word from corporate”.

Bucky frowned, “But you’ve been going in early and coming home late.”

“I know. I’m so tired that I wanna die.”

Dark circles shadowed your under-eyes. Bloody cracks dug into your cuticles. The stress wanted to pick you apart piece by piece until nothing remained. But what bothered you most wasn’t the deadlines or the endless emails. It was your severe lack of time with Bucky.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately, Buck. I feel terrible. I know you’re-”

Bucky brought his hands to your cheeks, silencing you. He felt the weight of your head resting against his palms, like your neck decided to take a long-needed break. “Don’t apologize, doll. I understand, okay? I just don’t like seeing you so exhausted. Seems to me like they’re taking advantage of you.”

You nodded. Unfortunately, your company’s bottom line didn’t look good. And the way they stripped money and resources from every department seemed almost criminal. They’d overwork and underpay every member on staff if it meant happy shareholders. And one of those overworked, underpaid employees was you. “If I can just hang on,” you sighed. “If I can just make it through this rough patch and impress the CFO, they’ll promote me- my project manager is sure of it. Things just suck right now.”

Bucky didn’t like the way they treated you. He didn’t like the long hours or the way they expected you to do the work of two- or three- people for the salary of one. He watched as this job slowly drained the life out of you. Each time you returned home, your light was a bit dimmer. And it took even more effort to help you shine again.

“But I’m gonna stop complaining now,” you said. A manufactured smile replaced your frown, “Tell me about your day, babe.”

Bucky shrugged. “Nothing exciting to report. Long briefing at the compound this morning. Meeting with Hill. Errands. Some laundry. Read over some intel Fury sent my way.” He dotted a kiss to your nose, “And I want you to complain as much as your little heart desires”.

You shrugged. Surely, Bucky didn’t wanna hear you ramble on about trailing averages. And you weren’t about to bore him with work-talk. “I’m good for now”, you shot him a wink. You decided instead to let your gripes scream inside your head. Bucky had been tortured enough, you wouldn’t bore him with statistical analysis.

“Okay, then how about we order some food and you can change into some comfy clothes? We have a new episode of Temptation Island to watch. Sound good?”

“Sounds great”, you said through a yawn.

“Then let’s pick a restaurant and get you some dinner. What do you wanna eat?”

Bucky watched your switch flip in real time. Your posture changed, your eyes brightened. A devilish grin stretched across your face. “I think you know what I wanna eat…”

Bucky eyed you, “um… pasta and garlic knots from Italiano’s?”

Oh, Bucky. So sweet. So innocent.

“No, babe-”, you sighed. “You.” One finger traced lazily across his bottom lip before trailing down his neck and hooking into the collar of his shirt.

Bucky shook his head and gave you a chuckle. How you’d gone from downtrodden, overworked employee to sultry seductress baffled him. “Doll, what am I gonna do with you?”

“You could fuck me.”

Bucky cocked his head to the side, “Am I crazy? Weren’t you just talking about how exhausted you are?”

You shrugged, “I mean, yeah. I’m exhausted, but I also wanna fuck you. Two things can be true at the same time, Barnes.”

This was just like you. Bucky loved your hunger for him, your needy lust. He found you nearly insatiable twenty four-seven, and loved every moment of it. You always wanted him. Always needed him desperately in bed. Or the shower. Or on the floor when the bedroom was too far away. You’d sent countless nudes that made missions more bearable. And the paragraph long texts in which you described everything you wanted him to do to you always made his cheeks flush. How your sex drive kept up with his was still a mystery. But he wasn’t complaining.

“Okay,” he laughed, “well let’s put food at priority number one, doll”

“But wouldn’t you rather eat something else, Buck?”

He brought his hands to either side of your face and narrowed his eyes at you, “I just heard your stomach growl. And you just said that you’re so tired you wanna die.” He swept a thumb over your cheek and grew serious. “Let yourself rest tonight, okay? Let’s eat and relax and go to bed early.”

He expected it- but still laughed at your over-dramatic wink. “No, not like that. We’ll go to sleep early. You need it.”

He sent you to the bedroom with strict instructions to put on pajamas, “I mean, actual pajamas!” he called after you. “No lingerie!” Bucky couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth- no lingerie? He’d never imagined saying that to you. But he could keep it in his pants for a night or two if it meant that you got some much needed rest. He kissed you goodbye each morning at five and welcomed you home every night around eight- it was too much. Too much overtime, too many hours spent getting yelled at by your boss. And not nearly enough rest or time for yourself.

“Alright, does this pass your ‘real pajamas’ test?” You did a quick spin for Bucky, revealing your outfit for the rest of the night: one of his shirts and a pair of cute underwear. “We both know I usually sleep naked soooo I feel like this is more than appropriate for ‘pajamas’.”

Bucky covered his face and granted you a nod. He didn’t want to make you feel weird or possibly spark some sort of self-consciousness in you, but the question gathering at the tip of his tongue had plagued him for months. He’d batted it away time and time again, banishing it to the back of his mind. But it returned, and he wanted an answer.

“Can I ask…” he cleared his throat. “Are you satisfied with- do we have enough sex? Am I giving you what you need?” He cringed. It was so awkward. So clunky. He truly couldn’t believe how clumsy his words were. But it was important.

Alarm shot through you. “Absolutely, Buck,” you gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Our sex life is perfect- you’reperfect.”

You made your way to the couch and leaned against the back. There was something in the look you wore. Embarrassment? Dejection? Bucky wasn’t sure. But he knew it was his fault. And it wasn’t good. Before he could apologize, however, you mumbled something nearly unintelligible.

“I’m doing it again…” you muttered to yourself with a shake of your head.

Bucky recognized your look: shame.

He didn’t want to ask- rather, he did want to ask. But didn’t know if he should. Something about the way you walked away, the way you mumbled under your breath. It almost seemed like you tried to find privacy without leaving the room. Like leaning against the couch while your shoulders curled in on you somehow protected you.

“Are you sure? I only ask because you, um, you make a lot of those little jokes and innuendos and I… I wanna make sure you’re not trying to drop me a hint.” Bucky took a cautious step toward you. And then another. Until his feet rested only millimeters from yours.

You rolled your eyes- but not at him. “I’m fine- sorry, babe. This has nothing to do with you. It’s just…” you sighed. A fire raged beneath your words that burned only you. “It’s this thing I do. This really annoying thing. Well, annoying to me”. You laughed a dark, broken laugh. Something was off.

Bucky decided not to poke or pry. He simply took the spot next to you want waited. If you wanted to elaborate, he’d listen. And if you didn’t, he’d be there just in case. But something sinister floated around in your mind. He could see it rippling. And he wanted to be there for you when it breached the surface.

“All of this sexual humor? All of the nudes I send and my near constant attempts to jump your bones? That’s what you’re referring to, right?”

He nodded.

Another eye roll. You couldn’t believe it was happening again. Well, you could believe it- you just wished it wasn’t true. How many times had you been through this? How many years did you work on trying to eliminate your stupid habit? You didn’t care if your therapist called it a “coping mechanism”- it made you cringe, and you hated yourself for doing it.

“It’s a stupid holdover from my ex- well, my most of my exes.”

Bucky wasn’t quite following. He stared at you with an unsure look and about a million questions rattling around in his head. But he didn’t know what to ask first. You were clearly upset, clearly troubled by whatever happened in those past relationships with shitty men who didn’t deserve you. And he didn’t want to upset you further.

Bucky was in the dark. He saw no issue, had no problem with your suggestive sense of humor. And he didn’t quite understand why you’d be so upset about whatever little habit you carried with you- especially when work was slowly devouring your soul. He saw the evidence of your hellish schedule written all over your face. He saw the way you had to practically drag your body out of bed each morning, the way you pounded coffees and energy drinks just to get through the day. Why was this the moment in which your insecurity caught up with you?

“I’m sorry, doll. I think I’m confused,” he said. “I’m not really sure what’s going on.”

“I’ve never dated anyone who made me feel loved,” you blurted out. “Except for you.”

Bucky still wasn’t sure where this was going, but he knew he hated your exes.

“No one I dated in the past cared for me or prioritized me. None of them ever made me feel secure- I was never quite sure where I stood, you know? Their affections were always so hit or miss. Like, they’d give me a ton of love and attention for a few days, and then spend weeks treating me like I didn’t matter.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say or how to fix whatever damage your past relationships did to you. But he knew you were tired- mentally and physically. And so he did the only thing he could think of- he picked you up and set you down on the cozy couch cushions. He ordered dinner. He got you a tea. And he let you talk.

“I always felt unsure, you know? I didn’t know how any of these guys actually felt about me. Or if they even felt anything for me at all. One guy actually kept me a secret from everyone in his life- he wouldn’t even talk to me in public…”

A concoction of heartbreak and rage flooded Bucky’s consciousness. How could anyone treat you that way?

“Anyway, there was one thing I knew they’d respond positively to- one thing they wouldn’t ignore.” You dropped your gaze down to your mug, too embarrassed to look Bucky in the eye. “When I felt them slipping or noticed their affection for me dwindling, I knew I could use sex to renew their interest in me.”

The living room sat silent. Bucky stared at you, and you stared at your tea. You watched the tendrils of steam wafting off the surface and into the air as though it were your job. If you didn’t look at Bucky, if you kept your focus elsewhere, maybe he wouldn’t notice your damage.

Part of you was perfectly fine stopping the story there. It would preserve what little dignity you had left, what fraction of respect Bucky still held for you. But the other part needed you to spill your guts. You were so depleted. So tired of putting on a façade.

“I mean, the first few boyfriends I had actually admitted to me after we broke up that they only wanted me for sex- that they only got into a relationship with me so they could be the only one fucking me.” Your eyes remained downcast. “I’ve just been with so many people who made me feel like I had to earn their affection. And so, over the years, I just- I don’t know…”

You shared the silence for a moment before Bucky offered his help, “You got used to it?”

You nodded. “I accepted that I’m just a- that they saw me as an object. That my feelings and needs don’t matter. And I know it’s pathetic that I stayed with any of those guys for longer than five minutes. But I’m so-” Your tear-filled eyes finally met Bucky’s. “I’m so desperate to be loved. Or, I was. And now, I have you. And I know you love me- you show me everyday just how much you care about me. But I’ve never been treated like this before… it’s unfamiliar territory, I guess. All I know is secret parking lot hook-ups and feeling like I have to give someone my body as payment for love.”

Being this vulnerable, this raw and exposed, made your hands shake. Of course, you trusted Bucky with your past and with your heart. But showing him your shame and imperfections made you cringe. You feared you were supplying him with ammo, with reasons to treat you poorly. To leave.

But he didn’t see you any different- he simply wished he’d found you sooner. Wished he could’ve saved you some heartbreak. He extended a hand and welcomed you into his arms. He held you close. And he listened without judgement.

“I don’t know how to handle consistent love. And I feel like… I’m afraid the other shoe is gonna drop any minute. Like a switch is gonna flip and you’ll pull away from me without warning. And I’ll have to win you over again.”

Bucky’s grip around you intensified. As though, if he wrapped his arms around you tight enough, he could transfer his love via osmosis.

“So I try to keep your interest with sex,” you said, you’re voice falling. “I try to make you want me.”

“Even when you’re exhausted…”

You nodded.

Knowing that the two of you’d had sex when you weren’t completely and totally into it made him nauseous. He knew what it felt like for others to have control of his body. He knew how uncomfortable and dehumanized it made him feel. And he hated that, more likely than not, you’d felt that way with him. Even if it only happened once, it was too many times.

Bucky’s silence made you nervous. He was probably mad- or hurt- by what you’d said. And you instantly regretted all of it. “Don’t get me wrong- the sex we have is perfect. It’s not like anything I’ve ever had and I pretty much wanna get in your pants the second I see you.” The familiar light returned to your eyes for just a moment, but the glimmer faded just as quickly as it appeared. “But sometimes I find myself forcing my own hand- even when I can barely stay awake- because I still feel like I have to fight for the love of the man I’m with.”

Bucky wanted to kill every man who’d ever hurt you, every man who’d ever made you doubt your value. “I want you, doll. Always. You don’t have to fight for anything with me,” he took the mug from your hands and placed it on the coffee table before turning you around and taking your face in his hands. “And, yeah, the sex is great. But I’m just happy to be near you. To spend time with you. This-” he said, sweeping his thumbs over your cheeks, “this is all I want. To be close to you. To take care of you.”

You let your eyes fall closed for a moment as the words sunk in. You took his hands in yours and grounded yourself in his touch. After all this time, you finally got what you wanted. The reassurance, the validation. And you knew he was telling the truth. But the nagging in your chest forbade you from believing him. You had half a mind to grind your hips against his and attach your lips to his neck. But before you could act on your impulse, Bucky spoke.

“You’ve been dealing with this for a long time. I don’t expect you to just stop out of nowhere. It’s a coping mechanism- a way of protecting yourself.”

It’s like he read your mind.

“But I want you to put yourself first, doll. Okay? When you’re tired, when you have a headache, when you don’t feel like having sex- for whatever reason- it’s okay. It’s more than okay. I don’t ever want you doing something you don’t want to do. You have me, okay? I’m yours.”

You shook your head- sure, that was easy for him to say now. “But you’re used to us having a lot of sex. You’re used to me being ready and willing twenty four-seven. What if you-”

“Baby… hey,” he once again cupped your face. It stopped your spiral, your anxious ramblings. Wild ‘what ifs’ invaded your brain and trampled everything Bucky said, every assurance he gave. But he was determined to make you understand. “My feelings for you are never going to dwindle or falter. Ever. I swear on my life that I’ll always want you. I’ll love you until I die- and even after that. We didn’t meet and immediately jump into bed together. We spent months just enjoying each other’s company. And even then, when I wasn’t even sure if anything was gonna happen between us, I just wanted to spend time with you.”

He sensed uncertainty in your eyes, “doll, if we never had sex again, I’d still be here. I’d still want you.”

Finally, after a night of doom and gloom, he got you to laugh.

“Yeah, sure, Buck-”

“I’m serious!” he said, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. “Obviously, I don’t think either one of us wants to forego sex completely…”

You gave him a vehement shake of your head. He laughed at your dramatics.

“But if, for whatever reason, we put a full embargo on sex- I’d still be here. I promise. Because I love you, and all that matters to me is your happiness. Okay?”

A knock at the door startled both of you. It pulled you out of the world of past-trauma and heartbreak and threw you into the present. Shit- you were hungry. Starving. And your head pounded from exhaustion and dehydration.

“That’s the food!” Bucky lifted you from his lap before replacing you on the couch and running for the door. He paid the delivery driver and returned to you with a bag so full you feared the bottom might split. “I got everything: the pasta and garlic bread you like, a chicken parmesan, a lasagna, and two slices of their dark chocolate cake.”

You stared at him with wide eyes and a growling stomach. “We feeding an army?”

“Well, no. But I know you probably haven’t eaten since breakfast…”

You nodded, and Bucky threw his head back with a groan. “Doll! You promised me you’d make sure to break during the day for lunch, and- you know, that’s a conversation for another time. Let’s get you fed and into bed. Okay?”

You watched Bucky unpack the food and spread the dishes out across the coffee table. He got plates, silverware, and drinks before putting on your favorite episode of New Girl. He took care of you. He was the person your family always promised you’d find. The person your friends told you to wait for. The person you swore didn’t exist. But he was real, and he was yours. And he loved you more than you ever thought possible.

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softwaring · 2 months

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I really feel like you have achieved a lot of what is most important in life, like such beautiful hikes, so much good fresh food, a hobby that you're good and successful at. I don't know, by contrast my standard career based life seems like the wrong direction. I feel inspired by you to change my life.

thank you, i am really lucky to be able to live this life! there is NOTHING wrong with having a career based life. I panic about my future often just bc you never know how long the ride will last in this business, but it’s never too late to change aspects of ur life.

imo its about prioritizing what you think is important. i never hiked until a few years ago and now i’ve done 60 mile backpacking trips. i mostly make all my own food because there isn’t any fast food available in my town period 😭 and the restaurants we do have are expensive af so i much prefer to cook!! it’s also something worth learning if you want.. nothing has impressed me more than making my own pasta noodles, sauce etc. it’s really a great feeling lol

when i worked retail and art was just a hobby, i worked at it pretty relentlessly because i was obsessed 😅 id work all day then stay up all night drawing then work again tired af. now i just prioritize being outside and actively enjoying each season (if possible some places suck in the summer *texas*) but idk dude just keep on truckin and make little shifts. you’ll probably notice big impact from small things ☺️

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babsvibes · 5 months

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I used my episode ranking spreadsheet to figure out which episodes of Bob’s Burgers were my favorite by season, and here are the results! Favorite episodes are bolded but you knooow those could change day to day 😪

My favorites are not objectively the best, so I’d love if other people wanted to share their lists or (if they took on the absolutely ridiculous task of individually ranking each episode) share their spreadsheet!

Season 1: Crawl Space, Sexy Dance Fighting, Sheesh! Cab Bob, Art Crawl, Spaghetti Western and Meatballs

Season 2: The Belchies, Bob Day Afternoon, Burgerboss, Food Truckin’, Bad Tina

Season 3: Ear-sy Rider, Full Bars, Bob Fires the Kids, Mother Daughter Laser Razor, Topsy

Season 4: Seaplane!, Bob and Deliver, The Kids Run Away, Wharf Horse, Wonder Wharf II

Season 5: Dawn of the Peck, Best Burger, Midday Run, Late Afternoon in the Garden of Bob and Louise, The Oeder Games

Season 6: The Land Ship, The Hauntening, Sexy Dance Healing, Stand by Gene, Glued Where’s My Bob?

Season 7: Flu-ouise, Ex Mach Tina, Eggs For Days, The Laserinth, Thelma and Louise Except Thelma is Linda

Season 8: The Wolf of Wharf Street, Sit Me Baby One More Time, Thanks-hoarding, V for Valentine-detta, Mission Imposs-slug-ble

Season 9: The Taking of Funtime 1 2 3, Better Off Sled, The Fresh Princ-ipal, Roamin’ Bob-iday, The Gene Mile

Season 10: Now We’re Not Cooking With Gas, Three Girls and a Little Wharfy, The Handyman Can, Poops I Didn’t Do It Again, Prank You For Being A Friend

Season 11: Diarrhea of a Poopy Kid, Romancing the Beef, Fingers-loose, Bridge Over Troubled Rudy, Die Card or Card Trying

Season 12: Manic Pixie Crap Show, Ancient Misbehavin’, Clear and Present Ginger, Eighth Grade Runner, Judge-bot Day

Season 13: To Bob or Not to Bob, What About Job?, Comet-y of Errors, So You Stink You Can Dance, Apple Gore-chard*

Season 14: The Pickleorette*

*I stopped keeping up with new episodes after The Plight Before Christmas, so this is an incomplete data set

#babsbles #bob’s burgers #bobs burgers #I feel like a bad scientist for my incomplete dataset I’m sooorrryyyy #one day I’ll watch the newer episodes I swear #for now though this is where the ranking is at

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bunbeeplays · 6 days

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 78 - Skinny Legend

It's been a stressful couple of days but Ophelia keeps on truckin', just like always. Between playing with the band at The Lemon Drop and wedding planning, Ophelia's had a lot on her plate, but she knows it'll be worth it.

The gym's been a great place for her to blow off steam.

Xander hasn't exactly been much help with wedding planning. Ophelia gets he's busy since the bar opened, but even during their down time, when she's asked for his opinion on decorations or venues, he's mostly said things like "Whatever you want" which is nice, but not helpful.

Ever since she discovered her active trait, Ophelia can't believe how much she's been working out lately. All that crap about exercise giving you endorphins is actually true. Plus, if she's at the gym, it means she doesn't have to worry about floral arrangements or cake flavors.

It's a new morning and Xander is hairier than usual.

Ophelia: You don't usually let your facial hair get that long.

Xander: Guess the settings in CAS reset because it didn't used to grow. Maybe I'll grow out a Father Winter beard for the wedding.

Ophelia: Please don't.

Marshmallow isn't pleased with her breakfast and decides to eat people food.

Ophelia: Dang it, I've told her a thousand times not to do that! It's like she thinks she runs this place!

Xander: That's because she does.

Marshmallow: thank you for understanding, father.

Xander: Lemme talk to her.

He puts on his sternest expression.

Xander: Marshmallow Anastasia Lemon, you stop that right now or I'm not making you anymore Misty Fresh Pet Confections.

Marshmallow: very well, father. you have won this battle, but you will not win the war.

Ophelia: Nice work there.

Now maybe she can actually get somewhere with getting Xander to help with wedding planning.

Ophelia: I've found a couple of venues in our budget. We can tour them on your day off if you want!

Xander: Ah, I don't care, babe. Just pick which one you like best and we'll make it work.

Ophelia: Oh… Okay.

Xander can't believe how easy it is to plan a wedding!

Xander saying "I don't care" echoes through Ophelia's mind over the next few days. She knows he probably didn't mean anything by it but how could he not care where they get married? It's like he doesn't care about the wedding at all!

Ophelia works out to stop thinking about it.

Why does SHE have to do all the work? Xander might be a business owner now but Ophelia's constantly performing at said business, not to mention working on her own original music. She almost feels guilty for feeling angry at him. It's not like she's told him she's frustrated.

Ophelia showers and changes, but does a double take when she sees her body in the full length mirror.

She wasn't trying to lose weight, but all that exercise clearly did more than just relieve stress. Ophelia's never been this thin. She barely recognizes her own body.

Despite her mother's comments growing up, Ophelia has always liked her body. Part of her feels sad, like she's conformed to society's expectations of what a female Sim should look like. But hey, this is the only body she's got, so she'll love it no matter what it looks like.

The next day, Ophelia hangs up one of their engagement photos. She loves how she looks in it, even if it was hard to find poses where Xander's hands didn't clip through her butt.

Despite the changes in her body, Ophelia knows she'll love their wedding photos no matter what.

Xander sneaks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

Xander: You look gorgeous in all those pictures.

Even if he hasn't been the most attentive about the wedding planning stuff, he has caught on to how weird Ophelia feels about how different she looks now.

Xander: Come here. You know I love you no matter what size you are, right? There might be less butt for me to squeeze, but I don't care as long as it's your butt I'm squeezing.

Ophelia: Be sure to add that to your vows.

Xander: Sorry, I forgot what I wanted to say and panicked.

Xander: My opinion on your body isn't relevant, but I just noticed you've seemed off since you lost weight. I thought a second opinion might make you feel better.

Ophelia: It does. Thanks, sweetie. My body's probably going to change a lot over the years, especially after kids.

Ophelia: You'll still love me when I have a mom butt and saggy boobs and stretch marks, right?

She strokes his cheek. She knows that gets him weak in the knees.

Xander: I'll love you even more.

Ophelia: Good answer.

Now if only he could be this insightful about the wedding.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #marshmallow

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burgerbelchers · 2 months

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BOB'S BURGERS 2.05 - Food Truckin'

#bob's burgers #bobsburgersedit #animationedit #cartoonedit #tvedit #bbedit #bob belcher #teddy #gene belcher #tina belcher #louise belcher #linda belcher #food truckin'

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yahoo201027 · 1 year

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Day in Fandom History: April 15…

When the street where the restaurant is at is taken over by food trucks, including one driven by an old face, Bob decides to take matters into his own hands and get a food truck himself to get customers. “Food Truckin’” premiered on this day, 11 Years Ago.

#Day in Fandom History #11 Years Ago #Bob's Burgers #Bobs Burgers #Bob’s Burgers #Season 2 #Episode 5 #Food Truckin'#Cartoon #Animation

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allsadnshit · 6 months

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this is v sappy but just wanted to say how much i appreciate this blog bc of your gluten free stuff. i’ve had celiacs for almost 8 years now and i still often feel totally beat down by the lack of options out there. it’s really hard to feel inspired to cook when you know it’s gonna taste like shit. like the amount of gf recipes i see that only have you use rice flour as a 1-1 wheat flour replacement makes me wanna rip my hair out lol. but your food always looks so good and it’s so refreshing to be inspired and actually *want* to cook something that would actually be good for me. so, genuinely, thank you for that. keep on truckin <3 also ps what kind of flour do u like to use for your cookies? do you use a blend depending on the flavors or something singular like almond flour?

awwwww this is so sweet! I obviously have endless emotions towards food, restriction, and accessibility <3

in my cookies I tend to use sweet rice flour, and in my other bakes like scones and cakes I tend to do mixes, sometimes premade, but lots of personal blends too that I experiment with!!! I don't use a lot of almond flour because I've found it effects my stomach but I really like cassava + sweet rice the best

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cdlhunter · 1 year

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Richard Vandiver: Owner, 📷, and still truckin’ hard 💪 Here’s what Richard has to say: How about another gone & I guess forgotten past,, I started trucking in ‘74 gross weight was 73,280 I believe… back then I remember how the truck stops really catered to the American trucker,, you went in the TS’s that really had respect for you,, areas marked off especially for you, they added the phones to your booth,(that was a plus),, if you frequent the stop,, you probably got to know the waitresses, & probably her family & she knew of yours, slower pace then compared to now,, it seems things were more personal & respectful,, because your occupation it what runs this country,,,, I live in a farming community & receive a lot of their business & appreciate it,, but BEFORE the farmer feeds us,,,don’t EVER forget,,,, who is responsible for delivering,, the new & used farm equipment & parts,, the seed, chemicals, fertilizer, etc, etc,,,& then who hauls those collected yields to the market,, trains can’t do it, ships can’t do it, planes can’t do it,,,,, until the American trucker makes it happen,,, yes, guys like Sonny & Will make it happen,, no one appreciates how many days & nites you are on the road,, terrible food you sometime eat,, DOT’s, scales, crooked cops, waiting to load/unload, crooked brokers, why,,? It’s in your blood, addicted to the grind,,something about the smell of diesel fuel & exhaust,,& how you treat & talk to your truck & it’s engine,, another town, another mile,,,, truly a big thank you to all of you old school die hards. The new generation has yet to earn my respect & everytime I hear the truckers national anthem “ 6 DAYS ON THE ROAD,,& I’m gonna make it home tonight,, i along with you know exactly what that really means,,,,,, there a good cup coffee just up the road,,,,,,, just saying,,,, I’m still addicted,,,,,,, #cdljob #cdljobs #cdlhunter #trucker #rollingcoal #dieselnation #iceroadtruckers #truckdrivers #dieselpower #cdldriver #dieselporn #truckstop #truckerslife #diesellife #trucklife #bigrig #truckersview #roadhog #cdllife #trucking #trucks #truckdriver #truckers #truckingindustry #chickenlightsandchrome (at United States) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnwfLssOSXQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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dreaxbrandon · 22 days

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KITCHENS - POTHOUNDS ft @mikebennet @mayrarcjas @fleetsummers

A plan - a distraction - a heist well done

mike bennet "So you ready for this caper, girl?" Mike was chewing a knob of sticky pine sap as gum, grinning down at Drea as they approached the kitchens in the community centre where Fleet and Mayra would be working. "Gotta be sneaky stealthy. You even know where them pots is at?"

Andrea Brandon "As ready as one can be. " It wasn't her first stealing rodeo. "I did some recon , I know exactly where they are. Should be in and out in no time. " she said and started to move away from Mike to not be in any line of sight when he would do his magic. She was aiming to wait by an entrance that would allow her to sneak in without being seen.

mike bennet Mike nodded at Drea and sauntered into the kitchen, hooting loudly and holding his arms out to his sides when he saw the two workers bustling around. "Well if it ain't ice mocha princess and tiny peanut princess! Just the folks I was aiming to find." He sidled to the fridge, opening it and standing in front of the door, picking up one of the carefully portioned paper-wrapped wedges of precious butter. "I got me a hankerin' for some foodstuffs and I wanted to see iffen you'uns would be willin' to help a feller out."

Mayra Rojas Mayra and Fleet were truckin' right along getting the chores done. Mayra, specifically, was getting the pre-cooking chores checked off her list. She was humming along to a song when the doors burst open, Mike sauntering through them with a cocky grin. Mayra rolled her eyes. So far she had managed to void him. Her luck ran out. "Maybe if you actually use my name, I'll see about helping you, huh?"

mike bennet "Didn't nobody tell me your name!" He left the fridge as Fleet came over to it and pointedly started closing the door onto Mike, forcing him out from its chilly area. "Put the butter back," Fleet said sharply, and Mike saluted him before going, "oh, wait," and crouching down to Fleet's height, saluting again. "So what's your name, princess? Of the ice mocha variety, not the lil goober here."

Mayra Rojas "Very convenient someone told you an old nickname but not my name," Mayra groaned as she walked up behind Fleet, her arms folded across her chest. "It's Mayra. And food will be readily available later, as long as there are no distractions. So please." She motioned toward the door, waving him away.

Andrea Brandon In a corner, Drea was waiting for the good moment to sneak in, for now just hanging back in the shadows , she could see that Mayra moved away and behind Fleet. She took this a good sign to make her first moves. With a silent thumb up she disappeared behind a working station , and looked around for her options, mapping a route to follow once she could go for it.

mike bennet Mike saw Drea creeping in and reached out to grab one shoulder each, on Mayra and Fleet both. "Moayra!" Mike said, then again, face screwed up in confusion: "Moira? Myra? Sorry, I didn't take no Heh-span-yole in school, you gonna have to be patient with my bad grammar and all that." He glanced at Fleet. "How bout you, amigo? Or, sorry--" he peered closer at Fleet, who leaned slightly back, "--you, uh … Thai or something? Like one'a them ladyboys, right?"

fleet summers "You've got to be kidding me." Fleet shook off Mike's hand, then slapped his other one off of Mayra. "My name's Fleetwood. Mayra told you the food isn't ready yet. If you need something to eat right away, there's two roasted sweet potatoes in the fridge."

Mayra Rojas "And that's him being generous, 'cause honestly I don't see a reason for you to have anything right now." Mayra folded her arms across her chest, thankful Fleet had moved Mike's hand off of her. Still, she felt an ick shiver run down her back. "Hurry up and grab your shit and get out before you're the reason everyone one else has to wait for food."

Andrea Brandon The firefighter tried not to listen but her ear just picked what Mike was saying and she shook her head. She snuck past the working station towards the back of the kitchen. Thankfully they werent using the bigger pots. She braced herself and took 2 that were piled one on top of the other. Her tongue was a bit out in concentration. She stopped midway when she realized that the pots would make noise when leaving the shelves.

mike bennet Mike noticed Drea freeze, saw the huge pots start to slide in a way that would clank, and he grabbed Mayra around the waist and kissed her, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. He kept a tight hold of her, making interested sounds into her mouth as Fleet honked indignantly in protest.

Mayra Rojas Mike's actions were too sudden and Mayra's eyes widened when his lips landed on hers. She groaned into his mouth, protesting the kiss while she tried desperately to push away from him.

Andrea Brandon like a bandaid. Rip it off and be done. She took the pots and tiptoed/ ran better than the pink panther towards the exit. Making sure the metal sound of a dumbass running with pots was kept at low and that those two people were a bit hard of hearing. She ducked behind the working station and there her training came handy to continue in squads.

Mayra Rojas Finally Mayra was able to push Mike off her. Immediately she began wiping her mouth, and ran to the sink to spit out any saliva he felt behind. "Asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

mike bennet Smirking, Mike started to say, "Well now ice Mayra princess, I--" before Fleet's elbow smashed into his mouth.

fleet summers Fleet followed up on that without a hitch in his motion, punching Mike in the throat while the bigger, taller man was still reeling, and looked back at Mayra to connect with her for a moment before telling Mike, "Get out. Don't come in here again. We'll set your food outside in the common room from now on and if you don't come collect it during mealtimes, you don't get anything."

Mayra Rojas Mayra's eyes widened for the second time, only this time her hand flew to her mouth witnessing Fleet's elbow connect with Mike's face. When Mike finally left the kitchen, Mayra chuckled. "Damn Fleet, that was kinda hot," she snorted. "Thank you, though. He's such a dickhead."

fleet summers "He's the worst." Fleet glared at Mike's retreating back, then shook his head and his hand a little bit. "God. Let's put that out of our minds. We've still got work to do." He looped his arm around Mayra for a moment, pressing a kiss to her temple, and they went back to what they'd been doing.

Andrea Brandon BOT — 24/03/2024 09:25 waiting with the pots , Drea saw Mike arrive. " There's the star of the show. That went well. Let's get you some ice and get this project started somewhere only we know." She smiled and pumped his shoulder.

mike bennet Mike puffed up, smirking and giving Drea a deep bow for her calling him the star of the show. "I'm good without the ice. Some kissin' on my big hero bruises wouldn't be turned down, though." His smirk widened, though he didn't try anything, just taking the pots from Drea to carry. "We done good and annoyed them lil kitchen bitches in the process. That there was a good day's work."

Andrea Brandon She let him take the pots and chuckled. "Don't worry handsome, I do plan on celebrating this with you. " She assured and slapped his behind and looked behind them to make sure no one saw them. A bit of mischief was always welcomed for Drea, and it was indeed a good day's work.

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