#interactions: bobby

[jedimusings]

@graveycrds​ (ronan)

he missed his friends. he’d missed them the whole time he was here. bobby (almost) always had a team of people around him- despite how lonely he may have felt at times. there was always someone down the hall for most of his adult life. always someone in the kitchen. always someone running a danger room scenario that he could mess with. here- with all this- he should be jumping into action- but the deed was already done. and now bobby stood- alone. wondering what to do next. “hey-,” he saw the other across the deck, wanting an excuse to talk to one of the only other people in dc he knew. “hey.” he half shouted again. “you see anything weird?” 

[jedimusings]

@rvkybusincv (jean)

“jean?” bobby was drinking since before he actually got to the party. he was used to going to things where he knew everybody, and they knew him. and so, this was a new experience altogether: he wasn’t really expecting, at all, to bump into- one of his best pals in the entire world, really, regardless of how she felt. she changed his life, a million times over. but bobby wasn’t the most articulate man sober, let alone like this. “what the hell? you’re here too?” he nearly asked if she knew about anyone else, but she was good enough for him, in this state, at least. “hey!” 

[jedimusings]

@fragilemxnds​ (ciri)

“oh. hey.” bobby turned. so he’d snowed the apartment’s living room and kitchen over. “it started with a couple of snow cones.” he hadn’t expected her to be home so early. “and then... snowballed from there.” surrounding the room he had the one accounting job. and did patrols, by himself. one job, and no team- and he- this was what happened when he was bored. “i’ll melt it.” at least he wasn’t in his ice form. it could be worse. he had told her about being a mutant, right? sure- he wasn’t in the habit of walking around in his ice form at the moment. but- it had been a while since he had to tell anyone about that part of him (he wasn’t exactly branching out). “yeahhhh i’ll melt it.” 

[harrowing-hatter-a]

@asimplemulti asked: come here , let me look at you . (Bobby to mira. Let the dad do dad things!)

Mira was stellar at applying all of her makeup--eyeliner, contour...even lip liner, as shitty as it was. As an idol, she had to be more than a professional at this...and as the visual, she had every more reason to live and breathe the glam. If she were to be honest, it wasn't her favorite part of the gig. But she did get some enjoyment out of being good at it. And she got some enjoyment from those who wanted to see her cosmetics...before stage, during a dress rehearsal...anything. It was just like Bobby to be that person. In fact, it had become something of a tradition.

The huntress didn't make much of a fuss as she lowered her face to Bobby's, a smile gracing reddened lips. "So. How is it?" She just as soon closed her eyes to show the makeup on her lids. "Not my worst look."

[jedimusings]

@graveycrds (ronan) 

“what?” bobby shouted, he turned when he heard the nickname, and recognized the voice of some guy, ronan, who he had met a few days ago. and then after turning, he realized that he had actually answered to it. elsa. flying frack. he puffed his lips out, blowing hot air as the situation set in. he was still new here, bobby overcompensated by drinking too much, too soon. he finished exhaling. “whattttt? what is it?” he took a drink of his beer. “i’m not responding to it ever again. that was your first and only shot. hi.” 

[jedimusings]

@fragilemxnds​ (ciri) 

“i know what it probably looks like and it seems like a huge gamble-,” so he’d shown up to dc in an x-suit and his wallet. at least now he’d managed to find himself some pants. bobby had lived out of the mansion before, plenty of times- those living arrangements just never seemed to stick. and he always knew people, he had a team, friends, people. he always had backup in those situations. “but i’ve got a couple of accounting gigs lined up.” he had one. “plus you won’t need to buy ice anymore. that’s a huge cost saver.” he thought about it. “or turn on the ac during the summer. that’s even better.” and more practical. “it’ll be fine. more than fine. great.” 

[illuminatethesehcpelessplaces]

@finalisms liked for a starter, based on this

when you’re 17 and someone breaks your heart, what’s an aspiring songwriter to do? write a song, of course. that’s what bobby did. she wrote a song and her band played it and it got crazy popular. it’s been years but it’s still a fan favorite at their shows; bobby tells herself she’s moved on but there’s a little part of her heart that misses the person she still sings about.

at first, she tells herself that’s why she thinks she sees them in the crowd. she just especially misses them tonight and she’s imagining them. but the longer she sings, the more she glances at them, the more she recognizes them despite the years. and when they come up to her at the meet-and-greet afterwards, it’s undeniable. “....hi,” she says stiffy. what else can she say?

[illuminate-these-hopeless-places]

closed starter for @deadrosesindie

When Bobby had thought about the fans of 17Crow if they ever got any, it was always in an abstract way — a cheering crowd and heartfelt notes and quick selfies on the street. Not like this. Not like pretty girls, popular girls, cool girls, hanging on Kye’s every word. Laughing with him. Whispering to their friends as they raked their gaze over his body. Trailing pink-nailed fingers over his chest. Bobby had been huddled in a corner, keeping to herself as much as possible, but when she saw that something in her s n a p p e d, and she stormed over to grab his arm. “Band meeting,” she said, dragging him out of sight of the girls before dropping his arm like a hot coal. ”You’re welcome,” she muttered, eyes on the ground.