#bobby oneshot

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A Careless Mistake - SPN Reader Insert

I got bored so I looked at the to do list and took the top fic prompt on there and I actually did it I’m amazing (unlike the title I’m sorry)

Can you write one where the reader gets seriously injured and Bobby has to care for the reader? Just looking for some fatherly Bobby

Word Count: 1,482

Warnings: Injury, description of blood/gore

You’d learnt a lesson from this hunt, at least. Even a hunt that seemed simple could pose a risk if you were careless. You’d figured it was a simple job; you’d had no problem tracking down the ghoul that was taking the form of deceased residents of this town, and you’d set out armed with your machete to hunt the creature down. You’d been too confident, turning down offers to help from your surrogate father Bobby and from your brothers, the Winchesters. “Nah, I got this. It’s gonna be an easy one.”

Now you were in the graveyard you’d tracked it to, struggling to drag yourself out from underneath the decapitated body of the ghoul, your skin and clothes damp with what was mostly your own blood. The creature had already got the jump on you once, almost tearing you to shreds, and adrenaline alone had kept you standing long enough to fight it off. On its second attack, you had been fast enough to defend yourself, but only just; the creature was so close to you as you sliced off its head that its body had fallen on you, knocking you onto your back.

For a few minutes, you feared that this was the place you would die; trapped beneath the body of this ghoul, slowly bleeding out. It took the last vestiges of your strength to haul yourself free. For a moment you lay there, panting, blood soaking into the grass, and gazed up at the stars. They seemed to spin around you, and you took a moment to relax. The pain hadn’t kicked in yet. A cool night breeze toyed with your hair and chilled your skin, filling your lungs. Your damp clothes clung to you, and the pitch black sky sparkled.

As your racing heart began to slow and the adrenaline started to fade, you became aware of several areas of your body beginning to sting and throb with pain, reminding you that perhaps now was not the time to be stargazing. You started to sit up, and cried out; maybe your injuries were worse than you’d first imagined. Fresh blood spilled down your stomach, drawing your attention to the ragged gashes there. The thing had practically tried to rip you in half and had damn near succeeded. Your left leg appeared to be almost shredded, and if you hadn’t been so out of it with fading endorphins and blood loss, you might have been sick. This was definitely worse than you’d initially realised, and now it was beginning to hurt.

Think logically. Your hunter’s brain was finally kicking in.

Tearing off your jacket, you used the sleeves to roughly tie it around your leg, gritting your teeth at the pain. You had more bandages and supplies in your car, but you had to get to it quick, before you lost too much blood or were in too much pain to walk.

You hauled yourself to your feet, letting out a soft, choked cry at the pain. Slowly you began to make your way towards your car, stumbling occasionally, forcing yourself on. Get to the car. Just get to the car, that was your only goal for now.

By the time you reached your destination, most rational thoughts had faded, wiped out by the fog of agony. You grabbed the first aid kit out of the trunk and then crawled into the back seat, using the spare jacket inside to press it to the wounds on your stomach, slowing the bleeding.

No chance of hiding this. You reached for your phone. Bobby was probably closest to you at the moment, and you’d prefer his gruff bluntness and honesty to Sam and Dean’s angst and worry right now.

Hearing Bobby’s voice had never been such a relief. You struggled to keep your emotions together as he spoke. “Hey, kiddo. How’d the hunt go?”

“Um...” you stammered for a reply, fighting the unexpected tears welling in your eyes. “I killed it,” you finally croaked, your voice rough with pain.

Bobby picked up on your tone. “But?”

“But I’m kind of bleeding a little bit,” you admitted, looking down at the bloodsoaked clothes and seats beneath you. You spared a moment to briefly mourn the loss of your favourite denim jacket, now scarlet instead of blue. “And I can’t really drive... can you come get me?”

“Dammit. Why didn’t you call to ask for help?” When you stayed silent, he sighed, “where are you?”

You gave him the location of the graveyard, a little concerned by the black spots beginning to dance in front of your eyes. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes. How serious is it? Scale of one to ten?”

You looked down at the damage. Nine, perhaps? “Um... seven?”

“Are you kidding me? Should you not be calling an ambulance?”

“You know I’m in trouble with the law right now, Bobby,” you reminded him. Ah, the perks of the job. “Just... get here, please?”

“Ok, hang on in there, kiddo. I’m coming.”

The next half hour was possibly the longest of your life. You felt like you were practically holding yourself together. As time went on it became harder and harder to keep firm pressure on the wounds, as dizziness began to set in, your limbs feeling heavy and numb. When Bobby finally arrived, you were struggling to keep your eyes open, a horrible cold feeling settling over you.

“Shit. You call this a seven?” Bobby leaned into the open back seat, cupping your face in his hands, giving you a semi harsh slap on the cheek. “Y/N, wake up. Don’t fall asleep on me, ya idjit.”

“Wasn’t sleeping,” you murmured as Bobby gingerly peeled back the jacket covering your stomach. “The leg’s worse.”

“I’ll take your car. Don’t wanna risk moving you too much.” Bobby gently adjusted you so that you were sitting up, and you let out a strangled cry. “I’m sorry, kiddo. Deep breaths.”

With the help of the items in your first aid kit he swiftly tied a tourniquet around your leg, then wrapped the jacket firmly around your stomach, and you finally felt tears spilling free. “I’m sorry, Bobby...”

“It’s ok, kiddo. Just keep breathing and stay awake for me,” he told you as he shut the door, before getting into the driver’s seat. “I should really be taking you to the hospital,” he commented as he started the engine.

To your relief he didn’t take you to the hospital, instead speeding back to his house. He carried you inside as gently as possible, setting you down on the couch.

Thankfully, Bobby was the most organised and prepared man you knew. He instantly had morphine on hand to help you with the pain, and was moving onto your wounds before the painkiller even had time to kick in; as much as you would have liked to wait, your injuries needed seeing to now. Bobby was quick and efficient, splashing alcohol over your wounds, holding you while you thrashed and screamed at the burning pain. Though so often gruff and almost grumpy on the outside, he knew when his softer side was needed, and he eased you through it calmly. “Breathe, Y/N. Deep breaths,” he instructed as he threaded a needle.

By the time he was about half finished, the morphine had kicked in, and while the pain was still there, aching and burning on your skin, it was lessened and easier to cope with. Soon you were almost relaxed as Bobby moved onto your leg. “I’ll see what I can do here, but no promises. This is a mess,” he commented, referring to your shredded thigh. “If I can’t fix it, I’m taking you to the hospital. You don’t want to be losing your ability to walk, trust me.”

Almost an hour later, your leg was pieced back together better than you had imagined it would be. The pain had dulled to a gentle throb. You lay back, closing your eyes as Bobby pulled a blanket over you. “Don’t know what you were thinking. You should have called for help.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you closed your eyes. “I wanted to prove I could handle it.”

Bobby sat down on the edge of the couch next to you. “Nothing wrong with needing some help, you know,” he told you. “You idjits are all so stubborn, you and Sam and Dean. All I care about is that you’re safe, you hear me? I’d much rather have a call from you telling me you needed some help than a call from one of your brothers telling me you’re...” he tailed off. “Understand?”

You nodded, closing your eyes as sleep tried to claim you. “Good,” Bobby finally said gruffly, in that I’m still trying to be mad at you but just can’t tone. “You get some rest now. Don’t go scaring me like that again.”

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Brother, May I?, part 2

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Part 1

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And so two became three, travelling the country and eliminating the evil and monsters that hid in the dark. Dean was still protective over you, keeping an eye on Sam at all times. But Sam was a complete gentleman, keeping his hands to himself.

Finally, you hit a lull in hunting. Somehow, it fell right around Thanksgiving.

“So,” Dean said as the three of you sat camped out in a motel room while your outer layers soaked in the tub, trying to get the blood out. “You got a home-base?”

Sam shook his head. “Not really. I left home and never really looked back. That’s the hunter’s lifestyle, isn’t it?”

“Mostly,” you said. “But Dean and I have an uncle that we visit occasionally.”

Sam smiled slightly. “That sounds nice.”

“Since we’re close to the holidays, we’re gonna go camp out at his place. You should come with us.”

“Y/N,” Dean chided. “Maybe we should ask Bobby before we just go bringing random people over, especially for Thanksgiving.”

“I already did.”

“What?”

You stuck your tongue out at Dean, earning a balled-up sock tossed in your direction.

“I don’t want to impose,” Sam said with a laugh as you squealed, swiping the sock to the floor.

“It’s no problem,” you promised. “Bobby always likes keeping tabs on hunters. And since you’re with us, you’ll fit right in.”

Sam nodded. “Well, that sounds great. Thank you.” He stood, draining the last of his beer. “I’ll see you two in the morning?”

Dean nodded, lifting his beer in salute. “Leave at eight am, sharp.”

Sam dipped into the bathroom and grabbed his flannel. Then he disappeared, walking the few short feet to his neighboring room. You stood and began to clean up while Dean stared at you.

“What’d you go and do that for?”

“What?”

“Invite Sam to Thanksgiving at Bobby’s! Actually, let’s go one step further—why the hell did you go behind my back and talk to Bobby about this?”

“Dean, what’s the big deal? It’s Thanksgiving, it’s a holiday about gathering together with friends and family.”

“Exactly!”

You stared at Dean for a few moments. “Are you saying that Sam’s not a part of our family now?”

“Come on, don’t give me that.”

“Are you?”

Dean was quiet for a few moments, picking at the label of his beer bottle. “I just… it’s an adjustment, okay? For the longest time, it’s just been you and me. And occasionally Bobby. And now we’ve got this other guy who obviously has the hots for you and--”

“Whoa, whoa. What?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t act coy. You know he likes you. And you’re not so slick, either—you like him just as much.”

You bit the inside of your lip. “Look, I know it’s weird. Trust me, there are times when you and Sam are so in sync with your hunting abilities and sports commentary and girl-chasing talk that I feel like I’m drowning in testosterone. But we work together and we live together.” You looked down at Dean. “Come here.”

“What?”

“Come here.”

Dean sighed but stood up. You wrapped your arms around him. “We’re family, but you’re the most important member of the family to me. Got that?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean muttered, wrapping his arms around you.

“And if you tell Sam that I like him, I will end you.”

Dean chuckled. “Right.”

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The three of you made it to Bobby’s just after dinner the following night. He was standing on the porch, watching as you parked your cars and grabbed your bags from their respective trunks.

“It’s about time you showed up,” Bobby said.

“Hi, Uncle Bobby,” you said, burying yourself in his open arms, inhaling that smoky, oily scent that you’d grown to love.

“Hey, kiddo.” Bobby reached one hand out to your brother. “Dean.”

“Hey, Bobby. This is Sam.”

“The new guy.”

Sam held his hand out. “Sam Wesson. Pleased to meet you.”

“Well, welcome to the family,” Bobby said. He led you three inside. “I’ve got some of the stuff prepared already, but we’re gonna have to spend some time in the kitchen tomorrow getting everything prepared. I figure we’ll put the turkey in the oven around nine, it’ll be done around two.”

“Sounds great, Bobby,” Dean said. “Football all day, right?”

“After the Macy’s parade.”

“Yay!” you cheered. You’d always liked the parade, which irritated Dean to no end. And the fact that Bobby was on your side made it that much better.

“Oh, God,” Dean said with mock exasperation, rolling his eyes. “Sam and I will stay outside, poke through the junk yard until it’s over.”

“I don’t know,” Sam said. “I always liked the parade.”

“Not you, too.”

“I like him already,” Bobby said.

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Despite all his grumbling, Dean joined the rest of you the following morning to watch the parade. The house soon began to smell delicious and soon the four of you sat down at the table.

“All right, bow your heads,” Bobby said, sitting at the head of the table. “Lord, thank you for keeping my kiddos alive and for keeping their friend alive. Your blessings have been bountiful and we appreciate it. Amen.”

The four of you began a clockwise rotation of the dishes before you. Bobby allowed Dean to carve the turkey (with minimal grumbling). It made you happy, seeing how well Sam was fitting in.

When the main course was over, Dean immediately wanted to dig into the pie, but Bobby convinced him to hold off (as good as the pie would be, it wouldn’t taste near as good coming back up a few minutes later). You volunteered to do the dishes, and Sam volunteered to help you.

“Maybe I should help, too,” Dean said, standing.

“Nonsense, boy,” Bobby said. “You’ll just make a mess, get in the way. And you’ll try and get into that pie.”

Dean shrugged, knowing that was probably true. He followed Bobby into the living room where the two began to zone out in front of a football game.

You and Sam worked in the kitchen, you washing, him drying. It was quiet for a while, but he finally spoke.

“Thank you,” he said, taking a plate from the drainer. “For inviting me to come with you. I wouldn’t have had this sort of… familial gathering otherwise.”

“Well, you’re family now,” you said, scrubbing at a piece of dried potato. “It’s not like we could leave you behind.”

Sam smiled. “Your uncle seems cool. Although, maybe a little scary.”

You laughed. “Don’t let him scare you off, he’s a sweetheart. If there’s anyone in this family you should be scared of, it’s Dean. And me.” You paused. “And Bobby, if you cross him.”

“So, basically all of you.”

“Basically.”

Sam chuckled. “So… if someone wanted to ask you out… which one should they fear the most?”

“Well…. If it was someone I didn’t like, I’d say me. But if I did like them… I’d say Dean.”

Sam nodded, drying the dish in quiet. “So… if I wanted to ask you out….”

“Don’t let Dean scare you away.”

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Run Around Naked In Your Agency (2) (M)

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OC x Bobby pairing (a little rated M) 1.891 words by Serena

Bobby pulled away immediately. It was becoming unbearable to resist his urges. Seoyoon grinned. “I suppose I did well.” “For this round”, he admitted, trying to compose his ragged breathing. Lucky for him his wide hoodie covered what must clearly be visible in his pants by now. Sitting in that position would make it hard for her to find out. Unless she was to touch her there. “My turn...”, she said, smirking. “Drink Champagne from my belly button.” “With pleasure”, Bobby motioned with a nod and a lustful grin. Seoyoon got up to get a bottle of champagne before she lay down on the ground. Since her belly was already exposed it was an easy deal for him without needing to expose more of her skin. Bobby got off the couch to slant his body next to hers, taking the bottle from her hands and pouring some into her belly button. He playfully licked his lips, watching some drops rolling down her smooth skin as she breathed in. He propped his body up with one hand, using the other to rest it on the rim of her jeans, his fingers skimming over the skin gently. A sharp breath escaped her throat. “I’m ticklish”, she confessed, suppressing her laugh as she looked down her body. 

Bobby chuckled but kept his hands in place. His fingers brushed over her skin just to get the exact same response and he wasn’t at all disappointed. “Babe, you’re spilling all the champagne”, he tsked at her. “Well then”, she breathed, “bottoms up or there’s none left.” Bobby ducked his head low, using his tongue for a first taste. Her body shook again. “Are you ticklish there too?”, he asked with a smile, taking a look at her face. “I suppose”, she laughed. Bobby kissed her skin where the champagne had drippled down onto the floor, roaming upwards. He gave her belly the attention it was supposed to have and slid his tongue along the skin, soon slurping the champagne. “You taste really good, babe.” She giggled. “Are you done yet? I can’t take it anymore.” Bobby nodded, then realizing that she didn’t see. “Sadly, yes.” Bobby helped her up although she didn’t really need help in the first place. “I want some of that too.” Seoyoon pointed at the champagne bottle. Bobby grinned as he handed it to her and watched her taking a sip from the bottle. “It does taste good.” 

Bobby got back on the couch, sitting in the exact same spot as before while Seoyoon made sure to sit with a little space between them now. “Nah”, Bobby spoke, “come back here.” His hands wrapped around the back of her bended knees, making it easy for him to slide her closer, even closer so as she was sitting before. “That’s better.” He took the chance to guide his hands over her legs just because and then proceeded to wrap them around his hips. Again she was seated between his spread legs, their lower bodies almost touching. Seoyoon looked at him a little curious with a small grin. “What’s that all about?” 

He shrugged. He didn’t dare speaking out his thoughts. “You know what, I can’t think of something right now. You can go for it again.” Seoyoon nodded. “Okay. I’ll go for something very easy now, though.” “Good”, Bobby mouthed. If she was going to dare him for anything else as sensual he’d loos his damn control. “Guess the names of my musician crushes.” “Names?”, he chuckled. “How many are there?” “Oh shush”, she chuckled. “You know me, I like to fangirl.” “Not over me, though.” “You don’t know what I do behind closed curtains”, she mentioned. As she saw his eyes shot up she quickly urged him to start, she shouldn’t have said that in the first place. “Go on then. Or I’ll never win.” He laughed. “You won’t win anyway.” “We’ll see about that.” Bobby chuckled. “Says the one already half naked… Now, to your crushes.” Seoyoon eyed him. She knew he’d be aware of a few she’d liked to fangirl over. 

“Jay Park?” Seoyoon nodded. “Definitely.” Bobby laughed, feeling uneasy as he thought about the next name. “Mino?” “Urgh, absolutely.” Bobby fidget around in his seat. “Two more”, she said. “Two?”, he groaned. “How many crushes do you have?” “It’s only a fangirl thing. There’s just one real crush.” Bobby bit his lip in frustration. “I give up.” Seoyoon chuckled. That’ll be two pieces of your clothing then.” “Why?” Bobby’s frustration grew bigger. “Because you didn’t guess two people I ain’t got anything to look at. You’re hidden under your hoodie.” This, at least, raised his mood a tiny bit. “Yeah, I haven’t forgotten how attractive you think I am.” “Yes, yes”, she huffed, “keep on humiliating me and I’ll poison your water the next time you ask me to get it for you.” Bobby laughed. “Go ahead then, undress me.” 

Seoyoon didn’t need to be asked twice. She grabbed the hoodie and pulled it off his head, messing up his hair in the process even more. “One other guy is Jinhwan, by the way”, she mentioned. “Urgh! Him? Really? I’ll never let you close to him again. He’s not even your league.” “Then who is?”, she asked while she took a glance at his body. Bobby forgot to answer as he watched her pout once she realized there was yet another piece of clothing covering his glorious chiseled abs. “Well it’s a good thing I get to take off two things”, she murmured, releasing him of the white piece next. He grinned at the expression she made, the way she bit her lip and licked across it, being emerged in her thoughts. “You like it?” Seoyoon rolled her eyes. “Duh. Obviously! It’s not like I didn’t tell you that a while ago.” “I never really saw you checking me out.” He smirked. “You can do that more often.” “You wish.” “Indeed.” 

“I wish for a few things too, but they never happen.” “Why not?”, he asked. “Because”, she started, sighing. “Because there are things I can’t talk about.” “Like what?” Seoyoon groaned. “Like I’d tell you! I just said that I can’t.” “Well”, he replied, “I dare you to.” “What?”, she blinked her eyes. “It’s my turn, so either tell me or your pants need to go.” Without hesitation she stood up and opened the zipper and button to her jeans. “Are you serious?”, he asked sternly. “I told you”, she answered. “I can’t talk about it.” “Fine”, he grumbled, standing up. “I’m supposed to take it off, remember?” She knew he was mad. And she knew it was because they shared all their secrets. It was the only thing she could not share with him, though. Seoyoon dropped her arms to the side, waiting for him to take off her jeans. His fingers slipped into the waistband, pulling it down to her ankles. Bobby kneeled in the process, placing one hand at her calf. He closed his eyes for a second when his head accidentally shot up, seeing her matching panties at the height of his eyes. 

Bobby bruised his lips, trying all there was left in him to leave her be. It wouldn’t be a good decision at all to throw away the friendship he so loved. Even if it meant to sulk down his feelings. “Lift your leg please”, he groaned with a sudden hoarse voice. She did as she was told and Bobby skimmed her foot out of the tight jeans. “The other one”, he instructed and he finally got rid of her jeans completely. He tossed it to the side. He dared a bold move and let his fingers dance over her silky legs. He only haltered when he reached the back of her thighs, almost touching the rim of her round butt. “You know, you have forgotten to ask who the last guy was I’m having a crush on. The one I’m having a real crush on”, she mentioned, suddenly feeling very audacious. He looked up at her from his position but then he took away his hand and stood up. Seoyoon sighed at the loss of contact, his warm hand immediately replaced by cold air. 

“Who is it then?”, he was getting annoyed already. He didn’t really need to know who she was fantasizing about at night when she’d probably play with herself and moaned softly at the thought of him. He’d want to relish and savor those subtle kitten noises instead of thinking who would get to hear them instead. “Guess”, she said whilst brushing her hair over her shoulder. She tilted her head to the side, eying Bobby, eying his handsome face, his neck, his body and eventually eying the prominent bulge that she only now realized was there. All that while her exposed neck was driving him crazy. “Fuck I really hope it’s me”, he groaned, closing the distance between them before she took notice of his sudden movements. “Or else this will be very awkward.” He slanted his lips onto hers at an instant, one hand entangled in her hair, the other touching the small of her back. She moaned when his fingers brushed over her butt and he took that as an allowance to go further. Immediately his hands squeezed her ass, sliding into her thin panties. “You idiot”, she mumbled against his lips. “Why else would I agree to this stupid game?” 

He released her red, swollen lips for a second. “So it is me…” It was still more a question than a remark.   She panted but gave him a nod. “Oh thank god”, he groaned and latched onto her mouth yet again. Both his hands found her way to her thighs, lifting her up with ease. Seoyoon grabbed onto his biceps for hold, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck then. Her legs straddled him as he carried her to the couch. She didn’t release him from the tight grip of her legs wrapped around him when he towered over her, relishing her perfect body beneath him, his hands roaming everything he could get them on. “Damn you’re sexy”, he groaned. His mouth had left hers only to kiss down the sensitive skin of her neck. Finally. She breathed out a moan when he sucked on her skin. Bobby thrusted his hips against her in response with a loud groan. “Take off your pants”, she urged, unbuckling his belt. She flicked open the button, already pushing it down his legs as far as she could.  

He stood up just long enough to push them down along with his boxers, stepping out of the pile and soon hovering over her again. Seoyoon only had about a second to watch him standing there in all his glory, naked to the flesh, smirking like the devilish fool he was before her chance of taking in the sight of him was gone. Suddenly, though, she started laughing. “What?”, he panted, a little confused. “I hope you know what that means.” Bobby furrowed his brows. She pointed at his body, with a very happy smile on her lips. “It means I get to film you walking around naked in your agency.” Bobby closed his eyes in disbelieve, restraining himself from laughing out loud. 

“Anything for my pretty girlfriend.”

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Run Around Naked In Your Agency (1)

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OC x Bobby pairing (kind of slightly rated M) 1.570 words by Serena

„I have a proposal“, Bobby claimed. Seoyoon turned to face him. “That is?” “See, we’ve been best friends for years and we’ve seen things about each other that best friends usually don’t.” Seoyoon nodded in silent agreement. “So?” “So”, he added, “I’m just sayin’. Also, we have kissed before.” “Once.” Bobby grinned. “But, you know, that was one hell of a kiss.” “Don’t be so cocky!” “Babe, I’m talking about you. You’re quite a good kisser.” Seoyoon blushed a little but played it off with a scoff.  “You were drunk when you kissed me…” “I still remember perfectly though. I would never forget your sexy lips.” Seoyoon eyed him. “As my best friend you’re not supposed to say that. In fact-“ “Yeah, yeah”, he interrupted. “I know. It’s true though.” “So what exactly is your proposal?” Seoyoon urged. “Right!”, he chirped. “Let’s play a game.” “A game…”, she repeated. “Yes”, he nodded. With that goofy grin on his stupidly handsome face Seoyoon knew there was more to that game. “You were going to suggest a game? Why did you have to talk about our relationship before?” “Because”, he said, “we’re not a couple. Just friends. I just wanted to clear up that the two of us tend to break some friendship rules here and there before I suggest my very special and very exciting game.” Seoyoon thought about it for a second. “You’re not asking for a strip tease, are you?” Bobby laughed. “I wouldn’t resist on that offer”, he grinned widely, “but no.” “Then spill now! You’re making me more excited to hear about it already.” “It’s a game were we challenge each other with either questions or tasks. If the other person refuses to answer or to fulfill them, that person gets to lose one piece of clothing taken off by the one asking the question. Clear so far?” Seoyoon nodded. “The one that is first to be naked loses.” “What does the looser have to do?” Bobby thought about it quickly. He glanced at his opponent for a little when a smirk rose on his lips. “How about you wear whatever I ask you to for a complete week?” Seoyoon playfully slapped his muscled arm. “Who says you’re going to win?” “I am. Besides, I really wouldn’t mind seeing you in all the tight dresses and short miniskirts I’ll plan on putting you in.” The smirk on his face grew bigger by the imagination of her in exactly those outfits. “Good try, Silly. I don’t own clothes like that, though.” “I’ll buy them for you.” Seoyoon laughed.  “You’re such an idiot. What do I get when you lose?” He shrugged. “What do you want?” It was her now that smiled mischievously. “I want to film you while you walk around completely naked in your agency.” Bobby tried to remain emotionless about her demand when in fact it made him a tiny bit warrant. But he agreed anyway. “Deal.” Seoyoon scooted a little away from him to properly face him, having just leaned against his shoulder. She turned off the TV Show. A good thing it was boring anyway. “You’ll have to stay put in your house for a complete week, though. I’m the only one to see you in what I’m going to make you wear.” Seoyoon chuckled. “You’re so demanding.” “Why?”, he smirked. “Are you backing out already?” “Not at all.” 

“Alright”, he grinned in response. “You go first.” Seoyoon nodded, crossing her legs. “I’ll start of easy for you. Tell me how many lipsticks I own.” “Pft”, he scoffed. “That’s boring.” Seoyoon smiled. “Maybe. But you still don’t know the answer, thus you go first by taking something off.” “I happen to know the answer”, he said. “You’re bickering about it almost every day. You own twenty three.” “Wrong”, she said. Bobby squinted his eyes. He knew his answer. He has always listened well to whatever she was talking about, even if it was for the hundredth time. “Are you saying that because you want me to lose?” Seoyoon kept her poker face. “Who knows”, she shrugged her shoulders. He knew she was lying anyway. Bobby laughed. “Fine. But you have to take it off from me.” “Done”, she said, raising the snapback from his now messed up hair. She was about to toss it on the table but changed her mind last second. Bobby loved his dear snapback caps and if she were to ruin them she’d probably be hunted down. “Tell me what you think is sexy about me.” Bobby’s voice was serious but his eyes glistened with curiosity and interest. Seoyoon hesitated for just a little. “Don’t tell me you’re refusing already.” “Nope. Just thinking about how honest I’ll be with my answer”, she replied with unease. “As honest as you can be”, he pleaded. “I’ve always wanted to know.” “Alright, alright”, she huffed. “Your body, obviously. Your lips… Your jawline.” “My jawline?”, he chuckled. “Yes”, she mouthed. “Very much so.” “What else?” “So demanding”, she mumbled repeatedly, cackling. “It’s sexy when you rap and you’re just so into it. And when you make those faces where you part your lips and just… look at somebody that way.” Bobby chuckled again. “What way?” Seoyoon grunted. “What do I know? It’s just… you’re not even trying to be sexy. You’re just in your thoughts and you make those faces… urgh can I stop talking about this now?” Bobby grinned. “Fine. I really am liking your response though.” “Oh shush.” “Your turn now”, he said, anticipating her next move. “Describe what underwear I’m wearing right now.” Bobby laughed. “How would I know? You’re playing mean.” Seoyoon grinned. “Nobody said I wasn’t allowed to.” Bobby bit his lip. He wasn’t going to lose on her now. “Lace?” Seoyoon smiled. “Color?” Bobby nibbled on his lip, his eyes glued on her body. Eventually he replied. “White?” Seoyoon faltered. “Yes”, she breathed, unable to believe his guess to be right. His eyes shot up to meet hers. He was hesitant to continue the game, still imagining her in her lace underwear. “It’s your turn, Bobby”, she mouthed. He nodded. “What would I need to do to make you jealous?” “I refuse”, she replied, her mouth becoming a thin line. “Why?”, he asked, eyebrows furrowed. Because she was always jealous of every girl clinging to him, talking to him, laughing with him… Because he was only her best friend and seeing the possibility he’d one day call any of them his girlfriend was painful enough to hate them all. When he realized she wasn’t going to answer that question either, he innocently tugged at the hem of her long sleeved shirt. She raised her arms for Bobby to take the clothing off only for him to do so very softly.  Already as Bobby pulled up the bottom of her clothing and revealed the white lace corset bra beneath her shirt his innocent look was gone and replaced by something he had always hid very well in front of her. Arousal. The top was off in seconds. Seoyoon wasn’t one to cover her body in embarrassment so Bobby had a good and clear view that he was definitely taking in like the air after a deep dive. He bit on his lip. “If you had one chance to seduce me, where would you want to have me?”, she asked next. “The bed.” Seoyoon saw it in his face. The way he still looked at her body, no hesitation in his answer. “You have thought about this before, haven’t you?” He nodded. “Plenty of times. Have you ever looked at yourself? You’re a goddess.” Seoyoon blushed. “Why the bed?” “Because I’d take my sweet time on you. It’s the most comfortable place”, he replied. Finally he prayed of his eyes to look into hers that have been eyeing his reaction nonstop. “I think we should spice up the game a little. Have some dares.” Seoyoon agreed. “It’s your turn. Have you thought of a dare yet?” Bobby nodded, grinning. “Touch my mouth with yours without actually kissing me.” Seoyoon grimassed. “You want me naked so bad, don’t you?”   “I’m not opposed to that thought. Or to win”, he replied with that same devilish expression on his face. “Alright”, Seoyoon said more to herself. She scooted closer, now sitting in between his wide apart legs, spreading her numb limps in the process by placing each leg on either side of his hip. Bobby skidded closer as well, giving her the opportunity to use more space for her feet. He had an excited boyish grin on his face that Seoyoon would have loved to slap away. He wanted her to loose so badly, of course he’d give her impossible tasks. Unaware of what to do with her hands she placed them in between their bodies, leaving them be still and unmoving. She leaned in and darted out her tongue, their noses touching. She licked his bottom lip, her mouth brushing his in the process. She slid her tongue across his mouth and with a soft, almost inaudible moan he parted his lips. His eyelids were almost closed but he tried to run against his instincts, running against his will to grab her right there and kiss her until she panted and gasped for air. Next, she nibbled at his lip with her teeth, gently tugging on it. That was when he snapped.

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Warm Welcome - Bobby

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You pull out your phone once you’re off the plane to text Bobby and tell him you have arrived like his mom told you to.

“I’m already here,” his voice calls out from behind you, you turn around with a small laugh, “my mom already told me to get ready,” he says with a small laugh, “welcome to Seoul, you haven’t been here in forever,” Bobby says looking around the airport.

“Yeah, it’s been four years since I’ve been here, and even longer since I’ve been able to see you in person,” you say with a smile, “you’ve gotten handsome,” you say jokingly he lets out a shy laugh looking down at his feet.

“Let’s go, you must be tired,” Bobby says brightly taking your luggage from your hand, “you’re apartment isn’t far from my own place,” he says with a soft laugh.

“Yeah, your mom told me that,” you say following behind him, “she said I shouldn’t feel bad for you taking me home because you live nearby,” you laugh out.

“She told me to take care of you,” Bobby whines, “I don’t mind though, do you want to take your luggage home and then get something to eat?” Bobby asks.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” you say with a small nod, “I don’t really know where anything is here so you should show me around once I get adjusted,” you nudge his shoulder lightly which earns a laugh from him.

“I’ll introduce you to some of my friends,” he says he continues to guide you to the parking lot and to the car he came in.

"Your friend works here?” You ask looking around the homely interior of the small noodle restaurant, Bobby hums softly in response, “it’s cozy in here,” you say with a small laugh.

“Yeah, I really like it here,” he says brightly guiding you towards a table the conversation from that point on turned towards stories from when you were younger with occasional talks about the food the two of you had picked.

“Do you remember on the playground in elementary school when you and this other kid fought by the swings?” You say brightly Bobby hums nodding, “what was it about you wouldn’t tell me?” You lean on the top of the table slightly.

“It wasn’t anything important really,” Bobby mumbles, “stuff that kids usually fight about,” he says with a laugh you let out a whine.

“If it had been something normal you would’ve told me, it wasn’t like you lost,” you say with a pout.

“Do you really want to know?” He says teasingly leaning forward in a similar manner as you, you nod with a hum, “he kept taunting me I can’t remember exactly what he said to me, but I remember it started because he told me if I didn’t I couldn’t be your friend anymore,” he says with a laugh, “it was a stupid reason, like he could’ve actually stopped us from being friends, we were neighbors,” you laugh along with him.

“That’s adorable,” you say softly, “you wouldn’t be able to get rid of me if you tried though,” you say with a laugh that he returns.

“Can I confess something?” He asks cautiously you hum in response, “you’re my first love,” he says softly, “I was afraid to confess because I thought it would ruin our friendship, so I ignored my feelings,” he concludes with a heavy sigh, “can you get home from here, I have to get to work soon,” Bobby mutters.

“Yeah, I can get home,” you say softly trying to process his words still, “I’ll call you tomorrow,” you say brightly.

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[iko-on]

Uncontrolled

word count: 1.146

genre: angst

summary: jiwon was stressed and you were hurt

warning(s): swearing, domestic violence

Jiwon was back home after a day of being locked up in a four mirrored-walls room with 6 other sweaty boys , and it was clear that he was not happy about that from the way he slammed the door open and not even bothering to greet you whom was waiting on the couch.

“Babe, do you want me to-“ your words cut off as the loud noise of his fist slamming on the kitchen counter echoed. “I don’t need any of your babbling right now, okay?” he grumbled under his breath.

You walked up to him feeling somewhat like meeting a stranger as your feet hesitated, you’ve been in one of the situations where he was exhausted after noneless hours of practicing and when he gets home he would always join on the couch with you and tell about all his worries and complaints. But this time, he didn’t even care to glance at your way.

“Okay, I get it you’re tired and all, you don’t want me to heat up the food?” you asked, letting your fingers brush his exposed arm, but the only thing he did was shook it off and walked to the fridge, leaving your offer unanswered.

Now this time, you sighed loudly, crossing your arms together and raised your voice. “I’m here trying to make my boyfriend happy and all you did was avoid my existence, yeah that’s okay. It’s not like I had a tiring day as well or something.”

Holding a jug of water in his hand, finally Jiwon turned around to you and set it down on the table. “Oh for fuck’s sake, let me guess what you did, you went to the campus and guess what? All you had to do is sit your ass down in a room and take notes! And yet you’re trying to compare that to my 12 hours of repeating the same movements feeling like you’re about to die in any second?” He spatted, walking even closer to you making your head lift up to look at him properly in the eyes.

From this distance, the veins on his neck were visible and sweat were still trickling down from his forehead. Your vision was blurred from the slowly forming tears because of his words but you stood to your demand, “I’m sorry that I wasn’t born to be a performer like you and you have to deal with such a burden in your life, Jiwon. I’m sure having thousands of people adoring over you is such a terrible consequence to your ’12 hours of feeling like dying”,” you answered, having to bite your tounge after saying so.

His eyes widened as he stormed back, “Are you fucking kidding me? Don’t even bring fans to these kind of situation. This is about us, not them,” seeing his hands clench into a fist and you had to move back a little, this was not Jiwon, whoever it is, it’s scaring you.

“So in the end I’m the one who has to apologize again, huh? All bow down to the almighty Kim Jiwon that never does anything wrong! Congratulations for your absence during my important schedules, meanwhile I always always have to force myself to yours,” you streched your arm out to his chest, pushing it lightly. “Don’t be so fucking selfish and look back at yourself,” you whispered, feeling a tear of anger, sadness and disappointment rolling down on your cheek, still avoiding his piercing gaze that was drilling to the back of your head.

Of all the fights that you had, it was always about the little things and not moments later you would already be wrapped around his arms as his whispers of comfort made your blood rush to your cheeks, over these weeks it’s such a rare thing to happen since his overlapping and never-seemed-to-end schedules, having him to fly back and forth from countries to countries in over one day.

But you knew at least he would spare his free time with you, sending messages that describes the town he’s about to perform in, even texting you a whole paragraph of embarassing things that the boys do during the tour, and lastly saying all these girls in front of him screaming his name yet he was lucky enough to have you in his embrace.

Sadly, that was the past. Now all his replies were short compiled words probably something along ‘ok’ ‘i hv to go’ ‘im practicing’. It hurt you, obviously, but you never showed it, not even a single complain came out of your mouth and you continued being in this state of loneliness and desperation all at once.

“You don’t even understand Jiwon, you can’t even count of how many nights that I had to spend by myself worrying about you when you don’t reply to my message, and seeing these dating rumors all over the sites but I trust you. I know that you wouldn’t do such things to me,” You continued on even when he was clearly getting more frustated every time you open your moth, making his face look at you in such a disgusted way, making you feel like an absolute piece of trash.

“If you still care about me you would at le-“ That’s when he couldn’t obtain it anymore, strucking his hand across your face, the loud noise echoing. The whole flat went silent, letting you and himself hearing eachother’s low breaths.

Pain was all you felt; physically and mentally. Your fingers traced against your now red cheek. It used to be red because of you flustering over his sweet words, now it’s a completely different reason.

Jiwon didn’t even realize of what he’d just done, his breathing froze, and all he could do was stare at you. For the first time, you cried in front of him. You didn’t even care about how he’s probably so grossed over you, but you saw him quickly gripping your shoulders and you flinched at his touch.

“Don’t you fucking touch me,” you said, creating a distance between you two. You felt him trembling at his own words “I’m sorry, I-I swear I didn’t know how it happened, I didn’t mean to- fuckfuckfuck forgive me babe please,” he plead but you shook your head.

You felt terrified of this- this behaviour, this monster that you thought you loved. You knew he was truly sorry but you also knew that you can’t forgive him, not after this.

“Please, Jiwon. Get out.”

“Baby, I-“

“Can’t you fucking see of what you’ve done to me? And you still dare to call me that? Get out!” you shouted in horror, and seeing him shedding a tear and slowly stepping back from where you are.

“I am so, so, so, sorry, y/n. I love you.”

Just like that the figure of him had disappeared and the front door closed again.

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a/n: THANK YOU FOR READING i cant believe u made it this far good job, this is my first scenario ever im sorry its still lacking a LOOOOT of things (for example the ending is cheesy as fuck im cringing) anyways, you can send me requests of ikon to my askbox, everything is accepted !! 

[supernatural-imagine-oneshot]

Summary: Reader visits Bobby

Visiting Bobby was your favorite thing to do. He was always so nice and caring, practically your father. So when you walked up to the front door, you could barely contain your excitement. 

Finally, you walked into the house, not bothering to knock on the door, Bobby wouldn't mind. "Bobby!" You shouted.

"In here, stop screaming." Bobby yelled back from the kitchen.

You ran into the kitchen, only to see Bobby waiting with his arms open, and you gladly ran into them. "How you been, kiddo?" He asked.

"Good, been a bit bored actually. I've had no fun hunts."

"Well, good. I don't need you gettin' hurt now, do I?" And with that, he handed you a warm hot chocolate, with little marsh mellows just the way you liked it. Beaming at Bobby, you took a sip. "Alright kid, what do you wanna do?"

After giving it some thought, you and Bobby settled down to watch The Avengers, your choice of course. The Hulk had just attacked Black Widow, and you could feel your eyes getting heavy. Curling up into the blanket, you relaxed and fell asleep. 

.......

The next morning you woke up with a blanket on and could smell pancakes cooking in the kitchen. Visiting Bobby was definitely awesome.