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Bobby Drake || 26 || X-Men “Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one sensation, fire, from the other, frost.”

[fallenheropietro]

A Little Help: Pietro and Bobby

[drake-bobby]

fallenheropietro:

“There’s always a chance that this thing isn’t actually meant to help us, but instead to destroy us,” Pietro almost choked out. His throat had gone dry from all this talking–it wasn’t typical for him to say more than a couple sentences at once. Grabbing a cup of water, he gulped down the drink before gathering himself and trying to speak again. 

He rested his head against the pillow, his whole body going limp except for the hand holding the little plastic cup. Looking up from his lashes, Pietro analyzed the man who stood before him. He was kind–that was obvious. A little bit short but well built. A fighter, but a regretful one. Almost as though he was only part of the X-Men because he felt there was no other way to achieve peace. Pietro admired that: he was selfless. That was a trait that seemed all too rare in this world. 

“I…I trust you. I know it’s crazy out there, so I really appreciate you coming out to see me and answering my stupid questions. It’s a relief to know that I won’t lose my powers. Thanks, Mr. Dra–Bobby.” He could feel himself relax some, but at the same time, he was still horribly worried. As much as he wanted to believe the man’s ‘everything is going to be okay’ mantra, something told him that things were just going to get worse.

“People have tried in the past, and we’re still here. I think they forget how damn stubborn we are as a group.” It was exhausting to constantly be up in arms, but if that was how they had to survive, he’d make sure they kept on swinging. He’d been doing just as much since he was sixteen years old, and he didn’t see it changing any time soon -- one day, sure, but not now. Now, they just had to survive this disease. 

He nodded his head, understanding the words of trust for the rarity they were. Trusting someone these days was a gift that could be easily revoked; he didn’t want that to happen. “I’m glad you called. It makes me feel a bit like a superstar, if I’m being honest with you. I don’t know much about you, but I’m sure you’ve got a thousand and one reasons to live. Every time you doubt you’ll make it, start making that list for yourself. Hang onto them, and you’re hanging onto life. You’ll make it.” 

[drake-bobby]

kitkatpryde:

[pm]

Hey Bobby, I know you’re probably running around like a chicken with no head but…I just wanted to say thanks. For looking out for me.

[pm] There she is! I was wondering when you were gonna wake up. No need to thank me -- just, ya know, don’t do that again. 

[drake-bobby]

melodiouslorelei:

[PM] Good or not, Bobby, I don’t want anyone listening into my thoughts!

Look, I came here to this city for a fresh start, not to hide in some strange place, fearing for life. I want to fix this and I want to fix this now.

[pm] Alright, alright! We’ll fix this now instead. Uh, your plan doesn’t involve murder, does it? I have a strict no-kill policy. 

[samanthashford]

Dear New York,

[drake-bobby]

samanthashford:

I’d love to skip ahead. There’s no time like the present, right? I have a few leads now, a couple of people willing to risk their necks for this. Not sure I exactly want to see yours hurt though. How fast can you freeze, BFF? Faster than the bad guys can shoot?

I’ve been shot at before, and I’m still kicking. You forget -- this is sort of what I do. Kicking the bad guys’ asses! Taking names and all that! Between the two of us, I would say I’m probably overqualified. 

[piotr-the-protector-deactivated]

Halcyon || Piotr & ???

[drake-bobby]

piotr-the-protector:

Piotr wasn’t a man to wear his emotions on his sleeve, despite his sensitivity, so the best he could do to keep from a grin as he sketched was a smirk. He was just finishing up sketching a group of rather young individuals who were playing a game of hackiesack in the line. It was so refreshing to see a glint of innocence in such a conflicting time.

As he heard a familiar voice he quickly removed his pencil from the paper, knowing all too well what was coming next. He chuckled behind a closed mouth chuckle as Bobby commented on his name. “You’ll get it eventually, Bobby.” He joked in his thick Russian accent before putting a friendly arm around Bobby giving him -a probably too hard- side hug for a greetings. As Bobby made a comment of it being a great day he couldn’t help but show a true open smile as he nodded, “Da!” He responded with excitement. “It is because it is such a good day for Mutants that I sketch. Surely a day to go down in our history, to be remembered even celebrated!” He said getting more enthused than he usually does.

Bobby let out a loud, exasperated groan of pain at the hug, pretending to grasp onto his arm in sheer agony as his friend pulled away. ( No one had ever claimed Bobby wasn’t a drama king. ) He peaked at the sketches, dropping the act as the drawings captured his attention. “Well, when you become all well known and famous, I want to be able to come up with a song about your name, and how can I do that when I can’t freestyle it?” His grin widened as he inhaled the fresh air; it was almost possible to sense the excitement in the air. “We’ll have a royal celebration -- bring on all those milkshakes and rap songs, am I right? That is how people celebrate these days, yeah?” 

[zippo-fan-blog]

Killing Time | Bobby & Pyro

[drake-bobby]

zippo-fan:

“Damn fucking straight I’d haunt your asses,” Pyro grumbled, gleefully imagining a future where he got to go full-on poltergeist on Bobby and Sehun. God, that would be so fucking funny. He could write shitty insults on the mirror, clank some chains, throw tubs of ice-cream across the rooms.

Except, wait. If he wasn’t going to die, then he wasn’t going to get to haunt them. Damn.

Still, it was mildly (read: really) reassuring to hear that Bobby wouldn’t allow Frostbitch to get in his pants, even if Pyro was out of the equation. And even if he rolled his eyes at Bobby trying to refuse taking his apartment, even if he rolled his eyes even harder at Bobby stealing the Hulk’s stupid line, he wasn’t really listening, mostly just focusing on basking in the warm glow of hah, Frostbitch, I fucking won, fuck you.

“The hospital on Genosha, mostly,” Pyro replied, shrugging a little. He squinted at Bobby’s hands, then took them, pulling himself to stand upright with a bitten-back grunt, having to squeeze his eyes shut for a few moments at the sudden onslaught of vertigo. Christ, for a few minutes, there, he’d forgotten he was sick. “But I wouldn’t hate having to stay here. You know. Until the cure is released.” Pyro carefully looked indifferent to cover how much he’d actually fucking love to stay for a while. “If you’re okay with me bleeding all over your shit. Seriously, I’m getting nose bleeds every day, it fucking sucks.”

Well, that was a reassuring start. "Just like old times," he returned, still managing a chipper tone despite the circumstances. All he had to do to keep it up was ignore the hue of John's skin and the way his eyes closed against the sudden rush upward. Totally normal stuff if he didn't think about the impending doom! "Well, sort of." He almost suggested they share a room too, but it went without saying. Bobby needed John's comfort as much as it sounded like John needed his, and while things remained...unsettled between them, you could damn him faster to hell than you could pull him away from John's side now that the sickness had firmly managed to take him in its hold. "I wonder if I could freeze blood. It'd sure make the mess a lot easier to clean up." He looped his arm around the other man's waist, more as a precaution to keep him standing than anything else. "Just avoid my comic collection, alright? Those are vintage."

[comics-r-4-gurlz]

[drake-bobby]

melodiouslorelei:

[PM] Well. That is news, but it’s good. I’m glad to hear that there is refuge of sorts for mutant-kind. However…I am a little unsettled at the thought of a telepath, Bobby. You understand, don’t you?

[pm] Aw, don’t worry about him! He’s one of the good guys. Cross my heart that you’re in good hands. Besides, safer there than it is in the city. At least give it a try, and if anyone gives you the heebie jeebies, you can leave. 

[drake-bobby]

Which "famous couple" is your favorite?

Is it bad if I pick myself and a certain someone for this? We deserve a couple name and our own reality show. I’m just saying it’s a good investment idea here. 

[piotr-the-protector-deactivated]

Halcyon || Piotr & ???

[drake-bobby]

piotr-the-protector:

Finally, the silver lining could now be seen through the dense fog of the past months. Could it really be true? The cure. True it wasn’t the entire solution to the disease plaguing mutant kind but it was hope, it was a new start. Although Piotr may have remained unscathed from the disease he was far from unaffected. Katya, Quinn, Kaz, and countless other mutants he had been given the privilege to meet were struck down with the illness. Concern had been racking his brain since the news of the disease was released, but now, now he could start to relax, help his friends through their recovery and finally worry a little bit less about his little snowflake, Illyana.

 He decided to spend this new found sense of hope in one of the best ways he could. In his room at the Xavier’s he had a wooden pencil and a rather large sketch pad on his desk, filled with all sorts of gorgeous sketches of flowers, friends, and memories of his home in Russia. It had been a while since he had seriously sketched and so he decided today would be a good day to test himself. His large sturdy figure cast a shadow on his room as he inhaled deeply looking out his window and towards the bustling city. Despite the fact Piotr typically avoided the bustling scene of the city he felt the drive to head in, get some good sketches, see the hope and joy be restored to those in line for the cure, maybe even see a friendly dace. And with that he was off, throwing on a black V-Neck T-shirt that seemed a size too small -although most of his clothes didn’t fit his large body very well- and with his sketch book in hand he made his way out of the institute and towards the city.

He had to admit, the city had a slightly different feel to it since he was here a week or two prior. The city still felt mildly broken, but it was as if the pieces were beginning to mend themselves, make themselves whole again. It wasn’t long before he came upon a rather large line of people, some faces mildly familiar but no one he would like to say hello to. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this was one of the lines for the cure, and that he should still keep his distance. Finding a bit of empty wall space a couple dozen yards away he claimed it as his roost. Leaning against the wall he soon began his sketches. He began with the sky, catching the clouds and the birds just right before lowering to the roofs of the towering buildings of the concrete jungle. After perhaps a half hour he was focusing in on the faces of those in line, trying to capture the life of each of them the best he could without being accused of starring. 

Bobby came in like a wrecking ball, half stumbling and half swearing -- beneath his breath, of course, as he was a good Catholic man, and this was a very public setting. He had come to act as a wall of support for those who needed it, holding the hands of the scared and practically shoving in the wary. It was the best way to distract himself; if he stopped moving, he would probably collapse in a ball of anxiety and never get up again. Well, that was the plan anyways. Instead, he had slept in far too late ( after having not slept a night’s through in God knew how long ) and shown up far too late as well. Most of the individuals he knew by name had already gone through, leaving him awkwardly hovering like a worried mother hen. 

When he caught sight of a familiar face standing away from the crowd, all of his attentions shifted towards him. He practically ran to Piotr’s side, worried lines smoothing away into a bright grin. “Piotr, Piotr, Piotr         geez, your name is hard to say fast.” He slapped him on the back, jaw dropping slightly as he peaked at what he had been working on. “I suppose I shouldn’t do that with a pen in your hand. What are you doing here? Just to sketch or just to enjoy the view? It’s a good day for mutants, right?” 

[fallenheropietro]

A Little Help: Pietro and Bobby

[drake-bobby]

His eyes followed the balloons, watching their paths as they separated and found their own individual spots on the ceiling. Only once he was certain that Bobby was done talking did he look at the man again. Offering a shrug of his shoulders, Pietro spoke.

“I’ve been hearing the same thing, but not positive things. More along the lines of suspicion. That it might do more harm than good.” The mutant took a tissue and held it to his nose as he felt yet another nosebleed coming on. “I’ve never heard of this AIM group or whatever. Who are they?”

With how much pain he was already in, he didn’t need to put something in him that would make it even worse. Any more than what he was dealing with now, and he might reach his limit. Every day Pietro worried that his body might be tired of fighting and give into the disease. He tried to think that it would only be a temporary coma, but he knew better than that. If his body gave up now, he’d be dead. Pietro pursed his chapped lips and took in a deep breath through his nose.

“I…I’ve also heard that some mutants are losing their powers. Is…is this true?” he asked, his voice shaking with fear.

Bobby really had to force himself to look at the young man. Disease was never a pretty thing, even when he hospital tried so hard to keep the worst of it covered. A hopelessness clung to the walls, to the bed, to the mutant himself, and Bobby's brows furrowed with the sheer extent of the problem. “You really think something can do you more harm at this point?” The nosebleed only served his point; no matter how sketchy the whole thing was ( Bobby trusted the company about as far as he could throw the non-physical corporation ), whatever they were offering was probably a better alternative than wasting away here. He didn't want to think how that was probably their plan -- to be the only alternative on the market. "Don't worry about the organization, alright? I promise we're looking into every dirty little secret they have. These are our people on the line; we're not going to trust their lives with just anybody, I promise." He flashed him his best reassuring smile. The words sounded almost rehearsed to him, and for someone who thrived on lending a hand to others, the notion that he could be lying was enough to send a thrill of discomfort through him. "We don't trust them, but we're trying. I'll keep you informed, promise." It was the least he could do. "We don't know a lot about what's happening, and all the confusion is feeding to the flame. But your mutation... That's a part of you. No disease is gonna take that away." He has seen the cure fail. This would be no different. "I promise you there's still hope, so turn that frown upside down and enjoy the unlimited ice cream while you can. I might have to keep visiting just for that reason."

[drake-bobby]

[PM] …I don’t understand. What school are you talking about? Who is this telepathic professor?

[pm] Right! I keep forgetting it’s not common knowledge. Uh, where to even begin? Well, I go to Mutant High -- a sort of safe place for all sorts of people like me. Remember when I totally almost iced you over? Yeah, we’ve all got things like that. The Professor’s is just a bit more...science fiction-y. Nothing to be afraid of! 

[samanthashford]

Dear New York,

[drake-bobby]

What? You do. When I’m less pissed off, I’d love to know what moisturizer you use.

We’re going to catch them, Bobby, Boy. In the act. I need proof. Real proof. And I need it now.

I got you covered.

Well, I’ve been looking for something reckless to do. What’s better than trying to untangle a conspiracy with your brand new BFF? You need proof; I’m really good at freezing things. We’re a perfect team. You got any leads to work off of, or should we skip straight to the breaking and entering into their company part? 

[drake-bobby]

text ➡ bobby

Kim: Because he needed a kick in the ass to keep him from giving up on living. I don't like him, but I also don't want him dead.

Kim: Bobby, I... it's hard, I know, believe me. But you haven't lost him yet, so don't you dare start falling down that rabbit hole.

Kim: I know you feel like you can't leave the city, and that's fine. Admirable, even. Ginny is getting the vaccine and we're coming home. I could... try and convince him to come with. He'd have to stay quarantined like the others, at least until we're sure that the cure is for real, but I'm sure Xavier wouldn't turn him away. I won't overstep my bounds though, and I won't ask him unless you want me to.

Bobby: Right, yes, okay. Deep breaths.

Bobby: Would you really do that for me??

Bobby: God bless you, Sehun. I swear I'll abstain from ice puns when we train forever more. I'll cook a banquet in your honor and carry you through every threshold. I'll even refrain from singing Frozen songs to you whenever you're trying to work!

[zippo-fan-blog]

Killing Time | Bobby & Pyro

[drake-bobby]

Huh.

Pyro hadn’t really given much thought to how Bobby might react to this (he had, actually, he’d thought about it compulsively, over and over, but acting like he didn’t give a shit about his own death meant acting like he didn’t give a shit about how other people reacted, too), but apparently it was… all of that. From anger to pleading to kissing him like an idiot.

“Oh, fuck off, Drake, the last thing I am right now is hot,” Pyro grumbled, but there was no real heat in it, and the bemused smirk at the corner of his lips gave him away. There was so much more he could say – about how he had his doubts about the so-called cure that AIM was trying to develop, mostly, about how it was good that things were being managed at the mansion, about how Bobby was a fucking dork.

Alright, he always wanted to say that last one. Because it was true, but also because it was his own version of you’re important to me.

But sitting on the pavement outside the mansion seemed like the wrong place for idle chit-chat. Besides, he’d come here for a reason, even if those reasons were hard to remember over the pounding in his head and his internal delight at Bobby trying to grin at him. “When have I ever given up?” he said eventually, plastering on a wan, tired version of his usual smirk. “Frostbitch said he’d try to get in your pants if I died. So, no. I’m getting that cure even if I have to burn down AIM to do it.” Pyro hesitated briefly, studying Bobby’s expression. “But… just in case. I told Sehun where to find my will, and– the apartment’s yours. I know how much you fucking loved it.”

Bobby couldn’t help but groan at the words, burying his face into his hands. “He told me he said that. I’m -- no. No way would that happen.” The familiar curses and insults only served to widen the smile on Bobby’s features. There was the Pyro that he had grown accustomed to -- the fighter. “Besides, you’d haunt us both if we ever looked at each other. I couldn’t deal with that.” 

He swallowed his rebuttal at the words just in case. He hated them, and he hated what they stood for. He didn’t want to think about that scenario, no matter how plausible it may have been. There was too much at stake. A little voice whispered but what if? He tried to imagine himself walking into John’s apartment, all the old heat dissipated in a more permanent way and all his hope gone with it. It was a dark possibility. “I don’t want your apartment,” he mumbled, but it was a half-hearted attempt. “When you first left, it wasn’t good for me. Sure, I had Anna Marie and Kitty and the rest of the house, but you got this annoying way about you. Even when I thought I hated you, just a little bit, you were my best friend. If you leave like this -- I’m going to be furious. And you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.” 

Standing to his feet, he held out his hands to help John up as well. “Now, where are you staying? I’m not letting you leave my sight now that you’re here.” 

[drake-bobby]

[PM] That’s very optimistic of you, but I don’t think that will solve the case. These men…they’re out for my head. I am sure of it.

[pm] Now, that’s just rude of them. The school might be able to offer you protection for a while -- although, granted, the Prof would want to talk to you first. You know how telepaths are, amiright?

[drake-bobby]

text ➡ bobby

Kim: I may have made a totally innocent joke about you and I hooking up after he's gone.

Kim: Well, maybe not totally innocent. I knew it would piss him off, that's why I said it. He was acting like him dying was no big fucking deal, so I decided to give him a reason to not give up yet.

Kim: So he punched me, tackled me, and punched me again. Sucker can throw a pretty good one for being as sick as he is, tbh.

Kim: He's not going to die. Not because he's being dramatic, I mean... he's in a bad way, Bobby. But he's the most stubborn asshole I know, and if he feels like he has to be alive to stop me from doing something he doesn't like, then he's /not/ going to die. He'll get that vaccine that Xavier endorsed and he'll be fine, don't worry.

Bobby: !!!!!!!!!!

Bobby: ??????????

Bobby: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT.

Bobby: Alright, I'm going to say something real right now, and I need you to not laugh and help me however you can, okay? This is serious.

Bobby: I don't know what to do. I'm actually really freaked out about this and I can't lose him and he's such an asshole and why the hell is this happening!