Life's Weird, but We Make It Work (Bob Belcher x Reader/ Reader Insert)

Episode 7: Spaghetti Western and Meatballs

A/N: this isn't gonna be a super long chapter because Linda didn't play a super important roll in this episode so Y/N's not gonna play a super important roll.

I listen to the sound of the tv playing in the living room, I yawn tiredly and stand up to close the door. I shuffle to the door and shut it gently before face planting into the bed again "Alright, she's out." I hear Bob say "Burn Unit commence!" Louise cheers happily. I roll my eyes with a smile, drifting off to the sounds of their roast. My eyes widen at the sound of western music "Mm...I smell the plot of this chapter...nice forth wall break, N/N...thank you N/N..." I yawn, falling asleep.

~🍔~

"Ah! We are so thrilled you chose us to cater your event!" I say excitedly, I was about to pour Bob some coffee when Louise held a tea cup up to me "Mom...Mom...fill me up?" Louise whispers "-I just hope we can live up to last year's event." "Mom." Louise whispers again. I roll my eyes a little

"That Colleen Caviello-"
"Mom!"
"-She really outdid herself...and never lets anyone forget about it."

"Just fill up the little mug." Louise whispers, Bob smacks her hand down "Ouch." She whispers "Hm? Yeah, right, right, right." I snort, walking to hang up the phone "Yeah, ok. Mr. Frond, goodbye. Goodbye." I say. I walk back to the table "So, what are we catering? That sounded promising." Bob says, holding his cup up "Yeah, it's a real big deal, Bobby. It's a fund raiser for Tina's Conflict Resolution Club. Colleen Caviello made the food last year. This year she can go shove a balloon up her.........butt?" I mumble, TRYING to censor myself. Bob shakes his head "Oh just sip your coffee." I pout. "Yay! You're catering our fund-raiser." Tina says.

"That's great. How much does it pay?" Bob asks "Nothing." I tell him "Nothing?" Bob asks with wide eyes "It's a benefit, dear sweet Bobby. It's a spaghetti dinner." I say "But we don't make spaghetti..." Bob says. I look at him seriously "This is school fun-raising, Bob. It's a pasta game. You either make spaghetti or you go home. Besides it's for a good cause." I whine the last part. "Oh yeah, to one up-uh-Colleen Caviello. That's a....that's a great cause." Bobs snorts with an eye roll.

I scoff, "You weren't there, Bob. You don't know how awful it was." I huff, crossing my arms.

~Flashback~

I glare a Colleen as she laughs loudly

"This is delicious!"

"Oh my gosh, I love this ziti!"

Colleen laughs and smirks at me, I cringe as food falls out her mouth "They love my ziti!" She laughs, some ziti flies out her mouth and lands on my shirt. I look at her and my eye twitches.

"I'd never wanted to kill a b*tch so fast..." I grumble before putting back on my mom mask "Anyway-this isn't about Colleen. This is about Tina." "We're raising money to buy a bulletproof trash can so gang member can finally throw out their guns." She says "Aw." I coo. "And we're teaching conflict resolution skills you can use in your own lives." Tina adds "Yep, that's right's, T. And Mr Frond's running the whole thing." I say

Bob groans "Ugh, Mr Frond? He's a tall drink of...annoying." He says "That may be true, but you sir, you are gonna drink that drink!" I say seriously "I don't want to." Bob says with just as much seriousness "Uh uh! I have worked too hard to get us this event, so you'll be nice to Frond, and you'll make the spaghetti and meatballs!" I shout

"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes!"

"Fine, but I'm gonna half-*ss it." Bob sighs "I expect nothing more~" I say proudly, sticking my tongue out at him. "Yay!" Tina says before Gene walks in "Dad, check it out." He says, turning to show off Louise's old guitar toy "Little Princess Guitar!" "Gene, that's mine!" Louise shouts "You never use it," Gene says "I'm like Banjo...what's the bad guy's name?" "Ceviche." Bob tells him "Ceviche, yeah. He reminds me of this kid at school, Choo-Choo." Gene says.