#t: bobby

[julienschuester]

text: julien + bobby

JULIEN: dude!!!!!

JULIEN: im about to not go on this dumb ski trip 🤬🤬🤬

JULIEN: everyone good is on the first bus and i have to be on the second bus with ivy 🤬🤬🤬

JULIEN: i will probably have to sit with my fricken sister 🙄🙄🙄

JULIEN: whose ur roommate and stuff????

[theobeiste]

text: theo + bobby

THEO: yo king

THEO: u got any 🍁 ?

THEO: tryna stock up for this trip lmao

[moralityblurred]

@touchofdeath said: ❛ I leave you alone for two minutes and the wolves descend. ❜ ( bobby )

[ meme ]

     ❝ aww i think that’s a little HARSH. ❞ his eyes sweep over the rest of the team with a grin and a gleam in his eye that says the next words out of his mouth are bound to be HILARIOUS, if maybe at their expense. ❝ i think they’re at least HOUSE-TRAINED. ❞

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[ @axonsfiring | cont. ]

.       it takes a moment for bobby to recognize the other in turn, eyes searching over him for any sign of injury before flicking up to his face and seeing the red eyes he’d never seen in anyone else. ❝ oh my god, ryder? ❞ it HAS been a long time, years certainly since they both graduated from xavier’s and went on separate paths to college and wherever life led them.

      ❝ man, you look good! what’ve ya been up to? ❞

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[ @hellfirebound;; starter call. ]

.       it’s been years since they’ve seen each other, years since the days spent sparring in the DANGER ROOM. bobby’s always known ky is a wildcard, but somehow he’s carried a small, secret little hope that he could ‘fix’ him, make him choose a different path. honestly, when he thinks about it, he can’t believe his own stupidity. you can’t fix people, and you can’t change them.

       slowly the ice spreads from his fingers to cover him entirely, his body shifting to organic ice. he’s more durable like this, and it feels like this might get UGLY quick.

     ❝ fancy seeing you here, ❞ in the middle of a disaster, that ky’lar was probably the source of. ❝ y’know, your landscaping skills could use some work. you should hire a contractor next time. ❞

[moralityblurred]

[ open | from these word prompts ]

     ❝ no, you don’t really NEED to use your hands. it just kinda helps you visualize it, yanno? helps ya focus. alright, you try now. ❞

[moralityblurred]

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   ❝ are ya any good at cards? i hear there’s a bit of an underground gambling ring here at the school. nobody’s really got any money to bet, but we find other things. ❞

[bettingonhouse]

@missghou1 asked [ games ] our muses play strip poker / sexual games with each other (because of course)

The only way it was fair to play anything against Robert, is if he’s under the influence. Heavily. Bobby and Gin wouldn’t have a chance otherwise, but, luckily, they were all a bit under the influence. In the safety of the penthouse. The poker table was littered with various clothing pieces. Robert was still the one primarily dressed, but he was actually fucking up at times.

Bobby was down to his socks boxers and he still had his watch on. But Robert had only lost his tie and suit jacket so far. But both men were surprised how well Gin was competing against them both. Her blouse was gone and the boys cant stop admiring her, they need to win. They want more. They know in the end they will all be naked and everyone will be a winner. But the fun of the game was the tease of it all.

Robert stands from the table for a moment noticing everyone’s drinks were empty. He grabs all the glasses and slowly walks a little less polished to the bar to refill them all.

“Same thing darlings or something new?” He called out to them, as Bobby is insanely scooting over and his lips cant help but trail up Gin’s shoulder to her neck. A brief pause in the game.

“Mmm Gimmie whatever, I’ll be happy.” Bobby says before he nips at Gins bra strap on her shoulder pulling it slightly with his teeth until it snapped back to her skin. He grins as he leans to brush his nose against hers. “That’s coming off soon. You may be winning for now, but I’m gonna gotcha.” Bobby growls out in a playfulness, the air was dank with cigarettes and weed, and their veins were a bit more alcohol than blood. But nothing a Robert House remedy wont fix later.

Robert turns as he waits for Gin to reply and sees Bobby kissing and loving on her, he grins a bit and leans his hip against the bar for support as he turns a bit.

“You’re both going to lose, you must know this.” He teases and grins, as his body wobbles a bit as he stands, hand holding to the bar for balance trying not to appear as drunk as he was.