#p:bobby

[scorpiusklm]

@gianlucakim: fun nights

tagged in this photo: bobby kim, nicole kim location: mykonos, greece

[samanthashford]

Hogwarts School of Gifted Youngsters || Sam & Bobby

Sam staggered out the front door of her apartment and down the lobby, clutching the pack of beers tightly to her chest. It was only when she reached the elevator--leaning against the cold metal just to keep her steady on her feet--that she remembered: public intoxication was against the law, carrying your booze out in the open not classy, might get robbed, blah, blah, blah. She sighed, and, pulling up her baggy pant leg, tucked a beer bottle against her ankle then tucked her pants into her boots (she’d have hidden another, but the left pant leg was currently hiding a bottle of cheap vodka). By the time the elevator came (it was always so slow in this dirty, cheap, all-she-could-afford building), Sam had hidden the rest of the beers under various parts of her hoody and was googling directions to this strange “school” on her very outdated smart phone. It looked--and sounded--to her like Hogwarts. 

Had Sam been just a ounce more sober, the name might have rang a bell; Xavier’s Institute, was, after all, an outstanding and, at this point, famous institution--it’s name came up nearly every day in the Bugle and competitive papers as everyone wanted to get their two cents in about the “mutant cause”--for the better and for the worst. On her better days--AKA sober days--Sam had taken to investigating the school, learned about its history, its founders, the wonderful people it had spit out at the end of their learning. It seemed legit, one way or another, but the idea of anyone reading her mind on her way there was slightly intimidating--not that it mattered when she got lost ten times and ended up in, according to her phone, the school’s back yard and gave up; her thoughts quickly became the “out loud” kind anyway. 

“Bobby!” she called, staggering then quickly catching herself on the edge of a well-trimmed shrub. “Whoops.” She straightened, moving closer to the buildings, seriously contemplating throwing a rock, but this was not Romeo and Juliet or a We The Kings music video. “Bobby Is the Sweetest Drake, where are you?” she hissed, not turning toward what she very much hoped was the front of the school. 

[samanthashford]

Challenge Accepted|| Bobby & Sam (Met At A Bar AU)

“Our friends dared us to hit on each other, and neither of us one to go home together, but we’re playing chicken, and only when we’re in bed do we both finally burst out ‘I’m gay!’ so now we’re playing video games and stealing your neighbors’ garden gnomes AU”

By the time the clock hit midnight, Sam had already won two games of pool, downed a beer in her own new personal record of 20 seconds, and made out with the cute girl in the blue dress when they both accidentally walked into the mens’ restroom--so, all in all, she was counting the night as a win. That was, at least, until her friends spotted the “so cute” boy at the bar and dared her fifty bucks that she couldn’t take him home. Sam was a full 6 on the Kinsey scale (her friends weren’t quite aware of that), found the man “attractive” but certainly not “hittable,” and was already dreaming about the new blankets she’d bought earlier that week, waiting for her warm and comfy in bed, but she’d also never turned down a dare before. So, pulling down her shirt and fluffing her hair, she crossed the room and settled into the bar stool beside the “super cute, oh my gosh, you have to talk to him” boy. 

And he was cute, she supposed--up close, not obstructed by the crappy yellow lights of the crappy bar (and wow, Sam had to be sobering up if she was critiquing this place--her favorite joint for a handful of years now), she could see his blond hair and a nice smile, pretty eyes--but he still wasn’t her type, and while she was generally good at this sort of thing, the only lines now flittering through her mind were bad, overused 80′s pick-up lines. “Do you want to have sex?” she asked instead, because hell, she was hot, she knew it, so was he, and if past experience had taught her anything, it was that hot-blooded heterosexual men generally responded well to direct incentive. 

[auroraknight-rp-blog]

We Were Destined to Explode ღ Bobby and Aurora

Anger was an understatement, it was furry, red hot, and it coursed through her veins, almost like an explosion. She could almost see it burn through her skin, or maybe that was the red she saw in her vision. Either way the girl had found her way into her brother's always stocked liquor cabinet. Making sure to lock it before she went. Slipping the bottle of Irish Whiskey into her bag, she grabbed her keys and made her way to her car. It was mere moments she was on the road, not know where to go, she just let her mind switch to auto-pilot. Figuring her brain would take her where she needed to go.

It didn't surprise her that her car was parked outside of his house. It did scare her though. He was old enough to be her father, fuck he was probably the same age as her father. Her mind screamed that this was some sort of repressed daddy issue, it was her only way of trying to figure out why she'd become so close to this guy. It wasn't as if she hadn't slept with men around his age before, and even then it screamed towards her mental instability and her inability to forget the past. Yet the past always came back to haunt her, in the form of petite girl that stole her heart only months prior.

Her brown eyes hardened, pushing her door open, she reached over to grab her bag, climbing from the car, slamming the door she made her way up the drive way, as if she were on a mission. Biting her lip she reached the front door, huffing silently she moved to hit the door bell, stopping herself she brushed her blonde locks out of her face doing her best to make herself presentable. Smoothing down her black tank-top, she straightened her jean shorts. Digging into her bag, her slender hand grabbed the bottle out. Hitting the door bell once it was visible so he knew well of her intentions the moment the door opened. This was about forgetting the past, and she hoped he was up to helping her.

[aashton-val]

Alaska :|: Bobby & Ashton

"Flight 182, now boarding," the sterile female voice repeated over the clamor of families and businesspeople milling around the terminals. Ashton could feel his annoyance rising -- he wasn't particularly fond of this holiday, and if one more person pushed him--

He was distracted from his murderous thoughts by the smile on Bobby's face as they made it to their terminal and handed their tickets over. Ashton had bought them first class without a second thought, without so much as flinching. What was money to an immortal vampire? Besides, the prospect of sitting in coach with a bunch of rowdy families going home for Christmas didn't appeal to him in the slightest. Better the top of the plane with the stuffy businessmen and women who kept to themselves.  Bobby seemed excited anyways, and that was enough to put a small smile on his face.

Once they were settled in their giant leather seats facing each other, Ashton let out a deep, unnecessary breath. He'd been about to slit somebody's throat, and suddenly his throat was aching with thirst. But it was an eight hour flight to Anchorage, and Ashton had a feeling that Bobby would be very uncomfortable if he fed on somebody in front of her, even if he did compel the whole cabin to act like they weren't seeing anything. A stewardess offered him a glass of champagne or a coke and he shook his head, pulling out a flask of whiskey from his pocket and taking a sip.

"You've really never been on a plane before?" He asked curiously, a genuine smile on his lips. Sometimes he forgot that barely anyone was even half his age, or even a quarter. "You're lucky. You should've been on the planes back in the 40's. Felt like a death trap."

[aashton-val]

Haymitch!!!!!!!!!! hahaha

Haymitch: My character tries to save your character’s life.

Ashton hated being a mentor. Killing people hadn't been an issue for the Career. He'd been training his whole life, after all, and had followed in his father's and brother's footsteps. There were others in his district though, that didn't train. The Academy was out of their economic reach, but nobody worried about them too much -- someone else would always volunteer.

Bobby Garrett wasn't somebody you would have pegged to volunteer, though. She was short and willowy, and always had a smile on her face. True, she would have been perfect in front of the cameras, all bright grins and charming charisma. But in the arena? She had never stepped foot inside of the Academy. Rikki Jensen's name was the one that came up, and she was as far from Career potential as they came. So her best friend immediately volunteered.

Ashton hated being a mentor, and he hated it even more when his tributes weren't up to par. He felt as though he were sending them to their deaths, and he knew at least one of them would die, if not both. This year, he was almost certain the boy would kill Bobby. She wasn't a Career. Not really. And though Ashton tried to get Tiberius to form some kind of alliance with the girl, he point blank refused.

"She'll go in the first five minutes," he spat at Ashton, and he had half a mind to punch him.

He should have been focusing on Tiberius. He was 6'3, muscle stripped of fat, a finely tuned weapon ready to kill. Instead, he found himself at Bobby's side, giving her all the advice he could think of and trying not to think about how pretty her smile was, or the way it made his stomach do back flips.

He was wrong. She didn't go in the first five minutes. She was smart and quick like he knew she would and had grabbed a bag and ran for cover. Ashton found himself pacing nervously when he was alone, constantly watching the screen and growing frustrated when they wouldn't show Bobby. He found he couldn't give a shit about his other tribute. At the same time, he dreaded when the camera would switch to her. Because that was when the action happened.

This year the Hunger Games were held in a canyon, full of twists and turns, offshoots and hidden reservoirs. But after the first couple of days, the Game Maker decided to poison the water, the heat climbing to a crippling degree. The Careers fought over their water supply, the number of tributes slowly dwindling. Bobby was dying, hidden away in a small, dark cave.

A soft beeping noise filled her ears, echoing off of the walls from the entrance of the cave. The hot air stirred, and something hit the dirt with a small thud and the sound of water slapping metal. Bobby crawled to the front of the cave, the tiny parachute landing in a huff of dust as the canister rolled towards her. With shaky fingers, she pried the top open and pulled out a water skin, a small note falling to the ground. Without pausing, she drank a third of the giant skin, gasping with relief as she settled back. Her fingers, more steady now, picked up the note. His handwriting was small and rough, but legible.

Smile.

Her lips curved, tired eyes lighting up. For the first time since she had found herself in this fucked up world, Bobby felt like maybe, just maybe, she could get out of this alive.

[leader-bi]

[aashton-val]

Blood in the Water :|: Ashton & Bobby

To say Ashton was surprised by Bobby's reply to his text would be an understatement, but in hindsight, he realized maybe he should have been. It was obvious she had been teaching herself for a while now, and that almost never ended well for young vampires, let alone hybrids. He paced through Eliza's large house, found Harley and Eliza, and let them both know he was going out to help a friend. They'd found Ryan late last night, and he didn't feel like he could do much around the house in any case. Grabbing his jacket, he swung the door open and took off, quickly coming a blur as he ran through the twilit streets of Mystic Falls until he reached the back roads that lead to the farmhouses.

It didn't take long for him to find Bobby's house. It was quaint in the way most farmhouses were, though it was clear that nobody had lived there for a while. There were still signs that a family had once occupied the place, but the windows seemed to gaze empty on the dirt road, and in the cold, blue light filtering across the fields, it looked almost haunted. For a moment, the glass shone orange, and he paused to stare. When the moment passed, he stepped up the porch to the screen door, pulling it open and knocking on the wooden one behind it. "Bobby, it's Ashton. Can I come in?" Permission wasn't needed, but he asked anyways, not wanting to barge in on the hybrid and scare her.