#bobby + real

[shallowseeker]

Bobby Singer needs to be in #SPNwin.

Like, seriously, he’s one of The Most Interesting Characters. He’ll always be a main to me, because he’s not straightforward.

He’s got that warring, contrasting nature. That seesaw-soldier thing. He’s complicated and loving and and yet…he screws up royally. He does what he thinks is right, is necessary.

He can be hot and cold and sweet and vengeful and respectful and encouraging, and then he goes and throws down these misogynistic little digs. Every feminine thing gets spit on; turns into a barb. And yet it’s not a barb. The teasing is somehow warm n’ homey n’ familiar. You decode its true meaning.

And…he’ll break the mold with soap operas and pedicures. He’ll cook for you in his little kitchen. He can spit with words, but accepts with his actions.

He goes from love, “do you value yourself so little?” to, scoffing, letting you down at your most vulnerable moment: “you’re not a person.” (Because sometimes, he thinks tough love will carry you through and help you survive.) He a rocky foundation but he’s a foundation.

That’s Bobby!

[emolionsrawr]

bobby: and that concludes this weeks meeting, does anyone have anything they wanna share?

buck: um, i do cap

bobby: go ahead kid, floors yours

buck, standing up: thanks bobby, so um, there's something i wanna tell you all, i'm bisexual... and i'm dating tommy kinard

chimney: WHO HAD 2024??

hen: man you couldn't've come out last year? i had 2023

ravi: i had 2025

bobby: i had 2028

eddie: buck, thank you for coming out to us, we're so proud of you

hen: yes! so proud

eddie: and thank you for making me $1000 READ THEM AND WEEP I HAD 2024!!

buck: what the fuck guys i can't believe this, i have no friends here

eddie: split the money?

buck: i have one friend here

chimney: WAIT DID YOU SAY TOMMY KINARD?!

[razmerry]

x-nyan: first clan

Wolverine and Nightcrawler

Angel

Mystique and Juggernaut

Darwin

Sabretooth

Forge, Jubilee, and Dazzler

Cable and Deadpool

Kitty Pryde

Storm, Psylocke, and Havok

Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch

Beak, Callisto, and Caliban

[dawntainbobbynash]

It's driving me absolutely insane that as far as Amir knows at this point, Bobby got away with it. He's still a firefighter. He's happy. He got introduced like a hero and he walked in like one. He might've even noticed the wedding ring on his finger. He has no idea how much Bobby hates himself, how long and how hard he had to work to get to this point, that mere weeks ago he was about to die and his last thought was that he didn't deserve his second chance. Amir has the physical and emotional scars to show his suffering and Bobby looks fine

[ringosmistress]

[bucksboobs]

A man named Thomas showed Buck what real love looks like.

A man named Tommy will show Buck what real love feels like.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[thefrsers]

#from 'I wish Buck could've seen that' #and 'I'd much rather Buck have done that' #and now Buck helping dad hijack a firetruck stop traffic in a busy interstate so mom can try to land a plane safely #is the full circle moment I needed

[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

This has most definitely been said before, but we were robbed of the core four quarantining on-screen together at Buck’s place. ROBBED I say

[doctorsiren]

thinking about Phoenix Fulwright….😳

[mswyrr]

That time Shohreh shared a video of her house and she had a giant wall of fanart with a huge painting of her character's lesbian ship 💖💖💖

[emolionsrawr]

bobby: excuse me, sorry to disturb you but i've lost my children, is it okay if i use the tannoy to ask them to meet me at the front?

cashier: oh! yes of course, here you go

bobby: thank you

bobby: *leans in close* this is bobby nash, and i have one thing to say to my children.. goodbye you little shits

cashier: *snorts*

bobby: *walks out of the shop with the shopping*

hen, chimney, eddie, buck and tommy: *runs after him*

cashier: those were fully grown adults.. you know what i don't get paid enough for this

[saltsig]

I miss them :'(

[dawntainbobbynash]

1x06 // 8x03

[rosyhoneydew]

Bucktommy sickfic | G | 722 words

When Evan sits up around 5:50 Tommy knows he's given up on trying to fall back asleep. He's been tossing and turning for the last hour or so, and trying his best to muffle the sounds of his coughing in the pillows, with little success.

Tommy rolls over and leans up on an elbow, rubbing at Evan's back. He's got a faraway look on his face like his head's feeling slightly fuzzy.

"You feeling okay?"

Evan sniffles and clears his throat lightly. "Yeah." It comes out like a croak and Tommy winces in sympathy. His voice sounds raw and creaky, and not just because it's the first he's spoken all morning.

This isn't really a surprise. Chim had warned the two of them about cold and flu season starting up at Jee's school - not that it ever really ended - so they'd known they were bound to pick up something with all the baking they'd been doing together. Tommy can't wait to have kids, hopefully someday soon, but the germiness will take some getting used to.

Tommy gets up fully, swinging his legs out of bed and grabbing his glasses from the nightstand. He moves to head out into the hallway.

"I think I've got some NyQuil still, it's the capsules though… you're good with swallowing pills, right?"

"Uh, wait, that'll just-" he cuts himself off with a coughing fit. It's dry, but it sounds painful. It's the kind that takes him a minute to get under control again. "That'll just make me more tired," he gets out eventually. "I've got a shift in a few hours."

Not like this, you don't.

"Evan…"

"Tommy," he throws back, petulant.

He and Evan have been together just under a year now. They've been living together for 3 months. They've said 'I love you' and talked about marriage; and if there's any one thing Tommy has learned in this time, it's that his boyfriend wouldn't willingly take a day off work if he were on his deathbed.

He sighs and pauses in the doorway. "Alright, why don't you call Bobby when he's up," he suggests. "See what he has to say about you going in this morning. I'll get you some medicine in case you change your mind."

"Fine," Evan concedes the point, reaching for his phone.

Tommy shakes his head, smiling a little at Evan's stubbornness. He makes his way to the kitchen, snaps off a packet of the blue gel-filled pills, and fills a glass with water from the fridge. It's still dark out, but it's starting to get the kind of green-gray hue of morning light, so he takes just a minute to peek out the window at it.

He's still standing there when he hears footsteps plodding behind him. He gets about a twenty-second heads up before Evan thunks his head onto the center of Tommy's back.

"You get a hold of him?"

"I'm not even that sick," Evan groans. He follows it up with a large, wet sniff that betrays his statement.

Tommy hums and reaches back to thread his fingers in Evan's hair, twisting his head to lay a quick kiss on his temple, contagion be damned. His skin feels hot and Tommy revisits his task of getting some meds in him to break the mild fever and hopefully let him get a little more rest. Thankfully, with the hopes of work dashed, he swallows them down without complaint, nibbling on a few crackers to settle his stomach too.

"Go lay back down, sweetheart, I'll be right there," Tommy says when he's finished.

Evan grumbles a bit but heads back to the bedroom. He's a little wobbly on his feet, and still soft-looking from bed. Tommy can't help but get distracted watching him. There's a fondness that's been present in his chest since they first got together, and it swells in him now. It's almost alarming, the way that it can take his breath away in these moments. Once he hears Evan settle back into bed he shakes himself and clears the counter.

When he enters the bedroom he finds Evan asleep already, snoring softly. He can't help but drop another kiss on his sweaty forehead, thinking of how lucky he feels to be the one caring for this man. In sickness and in health, he thinks and slips under the covers.

-

Happy first day of November! My goal this month is to write at least 2k words every day, so here's the first 700+ I wrote: a teensy tiny BT ficlet.

[eggchef]

Anything with Bobby in it? 🥺

u know what? happy fathers day to BOBBY SINGER.

also he's not mad that's just his face. he's actually delighted