bobby comfort

Hold Onto Me

Originally posted by tapemachinesarerolling

Pairing: Kyle O'Reilly x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^

Warnings: fluffy smut, comfort, Bobby losing his damn mind, swearing, the reader getting injured

Rating: Explicit

A/N: My love for Kyle is seriously never ending and I feel like he needs SO much more attention and love. Also, me and @thedeboniardevistation were talking about this for like a day straight. Also, I know Kyle is gone from ROH right now (I almost cried when I heard that 😢) but let a girl dream. This is…so…so…so long.

Tag list: @kiwisarah @rolivia-fin @wrestlewriting @thedeboniardevistation @freekmode @dorkyvillain @ashleymarie2021 @ridingmoxely @wrasslesmut @theelitevillian @cute-face-chubby-waist @unstabledirtydeeds @heelturn-timesteen @foreverwwefan @shelaughssheloves @wrestlingnoob @wrasslin-x @lavitabella87 @amantedelcalio @superrezzy00 @nickysmum1909 @crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans @princess3733 @alexahood21 

Kyle tag list: @bellytobayley @laziestgirlintheworld @wrestlingobsession @specialagent-dalecooper @sammiielli

You thought you would hate being a valet. But when you are a valet to ReDRagon, it’s a little different. At first both Kyle and Bobby were rather hesitant to take on a valet but after some convincing from Nigel, they said okay. As you were growing to become the face of Women of Honor, Nigel wanted you to come onto Ring of Honor tv regularly to not only promote yourself, but also the small off shoot. So the first day up on the main roster was calm, just you coming out with them and hang out while they cut a promo. It made you smile how most of the fans started to cheer for you when you came out. At the time, ReDRagon was in a feud with the Kingdom over the Ring of Honor tag titles. So, as valet, it was naturally your job to distract all them.

It was just a random taping of Ring of Honor, ReDRagon vs the Kingdom.

You leaned over the makeup table, getting closer to the mirror with light bulbs all around the side. With a little adjustment of your shirt, your chest was on full display. You leaned back, tugging your shirt down. The shirt was the classic ReDRagon shirt, cut into a tank top, shortened so it was a crop top, and cut so low that your bra almost showed. Your bra was an insane push up bra, adding two cups despite not really needing the help. Your outfit was topped off with the tightest jeans you have and a pair of heels.

“You…you look very distracting,” said a voice behind you. Your eyes flick up to look at Bobby Fish reflected in the mirror. With a little smile, you turned around to look at him. Bobby had his jacket on, the gold ROH tag title around his waist, his mouth guard tucked behind his ear like a pencil. A few feet back, was Kyle. He wasn’t looking at you, instead he was looking down at his belt, rubbing at the already gleaming gold with a cleaning rag over and over again.

You watched him for a bit, trying to will him to look at you. He never did. Watching him made you feel rather hopeless. You have had feelings for him for a rather long time, ever since you “joined” ReDRagon. His smile made you smile. His stupid little jokes made you laugh, hard. Sometimes, he would kiss your forehead, and your heart would stop. Not only was he the cutest nerd ever, his body was perfect. The way his pre-match jacket clung to every lump and bump of his body just made you weak. His angry face was so…so sexy. Despite your feelings for him, you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him about them. It would be too painful of a rejection.

“You okay y/n?” Bobby asks, touching your elbow gently. You shook your head, looking away from Kyle. Bobby smiled slightly at you. “Ready to go?” You nod, your eyes drifting back to Kyle. He looked up, but only looked at Bobby.

“Yeah,” Kyle said, standing up, snapping his belt around his waist. Bobby lightly wrapped his arm around your waist. Kyle’s eyes whipped down to Bobby’s hand clutching your hips, then he walks away. Well, more like stomps away. Bobby holds you a little tighter. You shake off Bobby’s hand, walking ahead of him. Kyle’s reaction wasn’t sitting well with you. You hated when Kyle looked at you like that.

Finally, you and Bobby made it to gorilla. Kyle was already bouncing up and down, shadow boxing. He looked pissed. Bobby glared at Kyle, but Kyle never looked over at you two. A stage hand signaled that you guys were up in one minute. With a little groan, you walked up to the small set of steps that leads to the entrance platform, putting your heeled foot on the top step. Their music hit and you three headed out.

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honestly a lot of bobby’s writing lately has been lowkey homophobic in that “so obvious cishet guys are writing this” way where they write so many Yikes™ things so to have an actual lgbt+ writer???? on his solo????? im blessed??????? thank you @ the universe for doing me this singular solid

Ain’t Nothin’ Funny

Originally posted by unnaturalsam

Pairing: Bobby x Reader
Word count: 894
Warnings: Fat shaming, swearing
Request: Anonymous. Hiya! If requests are still open can I request a Bobby Singer x overweight reader story? Where reader is pretty confident huntress but when her, boys and Bobby drinking in the bar after a hunt, there are some douchebags making jokes about her and Bobby stood up and all (romantic) fluff? Like Bobby comforts her after? sorry if it’s messy xoxo thank you

Walking into a bar after a hunt always made you smile. It was comforting. The sounds of the music being mixed with people playing pool, the chatter that all blended together, and laughter. Sure, you doubted that many people would find some dim bar comforting, but you weren’t like other people. You were a hunter. To you, it symbolized another hunt that you lived through. That right there was something to celebrate.

Currently, it was you, Sam, Dean, and Bobby. Next to the boys, you knew that you stuck out, but you honestly didn’t care. You were strong, you were smart, agile, and a damn good hunter. So what if you were overweight? That didn’t bother you, and ignored the stares you got at times. People were closed minded, judgemental, and cruel. That was on them. Not you.

“I’ll get the first round.” You grinned. “Go find us a table.” Turning, you moved through the crowd towards the bar. You felt eyes on you, but assumed that was the boys watching you from their table. You weren’t aware that it was a group that was a few tables away from the boys, all chuckling and talking among themselves.

Once you ordered four beers and 4 shots, you easily carried them all towards the table. “Oh, finally.” Dean grinned. “Oh, and there’s Y/N.” He teased, making you stick out tongue out at him.

Shaking your head, you set everything down. Each of you held up your shots slightly before downing them. “To another successful hunt.” You grinned, gripping your beer and taking a swig. “And to many more.”

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Lori usando su nuevo look seduce a Lincoln, de alguna manera tiene que buscar confort mientra bobby se encuentra lejos XD.


-Linky <3 ahora que Bobby no esta, necesito de un hombre fuerte y Lindo
-L-Lori Por favor…

Lori using her new look seduces Lincoln, somehow has to seek comfort while Bobby is away from XD.


-Linky <3 Now that Bobby is gone, I need a strong and handsome man.
-L-Lori Please …


UPDATED: 3.17.17


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Professor!Jensen Ackles x Reader AU (After School Session) x

Cop Car (Single!Jensen Ackles x Reader) Song Fic

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Take Me Out To The Ball Game (Sam Winchester x Reader AU)

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Just One Kiss (Dean Winchester x Reader)

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You Saved Me (Teen!Dean x Reader): Part 1, Part 2

Angel Wings (Castiel x Reader) Halloween special: Part 1, Part 2 (Completed)

Cooking with Cas (Castiel x Reader)

TFW+Bobby comforting you after a major accident (TFW+Bobby x Reader)

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anonymous asked:

Sooo the thing is that I ship bobdong a lot. I mean, a lot lot. And I know this pairing isn't popular but is there a chance you can make post about them? (or just more donghyuk in general because he's my bias ;w; ) Also, I love your tumblr, I laugh so much reading it ♥

Bobdong was actually my first ship<3 I think it was during M&M when Donghyuk was crying because the team might be broken up and Bobby was comforting him. I thought then that their relationship was really sweet and I still love seeing moments with them^^ Sure I’ll post one for you :) Who doesn’t love some bobdong? <333

iKON reaction to you casually changing clothes in front of them

Note: You only kissed before!

Hanbin: has no idea what to actually do but that’s not stopping him from grinning and trying to steal one more glance at you while you have your back turned to him and while he’s ‘’also busy trying to find that new shirt *steals a glance* seriously where could it be??’’

Originally posted by teambgasm

Jinhwan: is suddenly talking so loud that someone listening would never guess that he’s standing not even a meter away from you…he also suddenly developed an intense curiosity for the ceiling in your room

Originally posted by hwan-tastic

Junhoe: suddenly his shirt is really tight and ‘’Why don’t you open that window? Don’t you feel how hot it’s here!’’ he’s still trying to act like he’s completely calm…but his red ears are saying something else

Originally posted by yanghyunsuck

Yunhyeong: barely manages to keep the water in his mouth when your shirt lands on the bed right next to him…the next few minutes would be spent on the mix of wondering if you noticed that and trying to not to stare trying is the key word because he’s not exactly succeeding 

Originally posted by hanbinn

Bobby: would make himself comfortable in your bed and stare…just stare, looking like the view of you changing is not affecting him at all  which you can’t say for yourself but in reality, the reason for his calmness is the total loss of energy on trying not to blush

Originally posted by verygood-climax

Donghyuk: leaves the room as quickly as he can while cheerfully informing you that he need a glass of water, not even hearing your response because of all the alarms going off inside his head telling him that there’s no way he would stay calm even for one more second

Originally posted by 98cw

Chanwoo: continues eating his food trying to totally ignore the fact that you just took off your shirt and spent a few more minutes searching for another one…which he’s succeeding in as much as in not blushing and keeping the fork in his hands

Originally posted by junhwe-koo

Request: Detox

Request: I’ve been scrolling through your blog all day!! you’re super talented!! could you writer a samxreader one shot where you’re bobby’s daughter too. Sam is being detoxxed from demon blood and you sit outside the door He knows you’re there and he keeps asking you for help. You get really upset so Dean and Bobby comfort you. Thank you!!!

Word Count: 1,547

Thank you!! You’re too sweet<3 It almost makes me feel bad for how depressing this is. Love you guys<3

“I’m sorry.”

The metal slider slams shut with a protesting shriek that seems to rattle through your bones. You can hear him, banging against the iron door with all of his might, his words muffled by the metal. You can still make them out, though – he’s calling for you, begging for you to let him out, to get him out of here. He thinks you’re on his side. He doesn’t know that you are.

It quiets after ten minutes. Dean stands by your side until the basement falls silent again – he’s poised to grab you, stop you from pulling the door open and letting his brother out, even though every nerve in his body cries for him to do just that. You’re there for each other, though, and when his hand clamps around your wrist you realise that he needs you as much as you, him, if you want to get through this.

“It’s okay, Dean,” The words don’t feel like they’re your own, weighted with guilt and fear, “It’ll be okay.”

He nods stiffly, but doesn’t say a word. He’s watched his brother die; he’s died for him, but this? This is more difficult than all of it.

The two of you go upstairs for a while after that, drinking your way through your father’s liquor cabinet to try to drown out the yelling and crying beneath your feet. He’s mad. You can tell. You don’t know if he’ll ever forgive you – your sweet, kind, loving Sam, reduced to a desperate junkie.

It doesn’t even bear thinking about.


The iron is cold against your back, the chill seeping through your (Sam’s) thin shirt and prickling against your skin. Its scent coats your nostrils, smelling too much like blood for you to be anything but on high alert. Knees tucked to your chest, chin atop them, you keep your eyes so tightly closed that it aches and wish you were anywhere else.


The voice catches you unawares and you look up, hearing a small knock at the bars he must be right behind, for his voice to be so clear. You blink a few times, not answering.

“I know you’re there,” There’s pain in his voice. Pain and unshed tears that are echoed in your own eyes the moment you realise how much he’s suffering, “I heard your footsteps coming in, but not out. Dean and Bobby wouldn’t stick around this long.”

You stay quiet again, but carefully, silently get to your feet. His voice stops and for a second, you think that he’s given up, but then it comes again.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He says, his voice softer this time, “I am. Please talk to me. Don’t- don’t leave me alone in here.”

You relent, lifting up onto your tiptoes to get on eye-level with the gap in the bars and pulling the slider back. Sam’s eyes widen as he sees you and you can see the pure exhaustion in them – red-rimmed, complimented with dark circles. The glint you know and love so well is nowhere to be seen.

“Sam, I-“

“Y/N. Please.” He whispers, shaking his head as he interrupts you, “I need your help. I need you to let me out of he-“

He disappears from sight as you push the iron slider shut once more.


He’s screaming again. You got a little sleep, draped clumsily over a battered old couch, but Sam’s agonised yelling soon permeates your dream-cloak and sends chills through you that force you out of sleep’s quiet cocoon. You weren’t sleeping all that well, anyway – without Sam’s familiar warmth beside you, it’s a lot more difficult than usual.

The ceiling really needs to be painted again.

The thought catches you unaware, something worryingly mundane in amongst the sea of weirdness that your mind is currently bathing in. In fact, it’s such a stark contrast that a blast of overwhelming emotion hits you like a wave crashing into the shore and before you know it you’ve curled yourself over, hugging your knees and sobbing into the lumpy cushion.

That’s how Dean and Bobby find you the next morning, half-asleep, the wetness beneath your face stark against the pale material, curled into a trembling ball – a picture painted and then burned.

“Y/N, come on,” Somewhere in the background, Sam screams for mercy from an unknown source as Dean coaxes you up, pressing a warm mug into your hand. When he urges you to sip it, it’s so heavily spiked that you nearly throw it back up. There are tears in his own eyes when you look up at him, mirroring your own, and for a few minutes the two of you sit, trying to leech the warmth of the spiked coffee into your bones.


“You don’t have to do this,” Bobby tells you. You almost nod, thank him, and run fast and far from the iron door in front of you. But… you can’t. Because Sam, your Sam, is in there, and if there’s the smallest chance that you can help him… who are you not to take it?

“I know,” You say instead, providing a weak smile that falters and comes dangerously close to giving into tears when he pulls you into him, his hand clutching your head to his shoulder. Your father isn’t one for physical affection, but the emotion he puts into the gesture is that which he couldn’t ever hope to put into words: pride and sorrow, love and hope, dread and anger, equally matched and wrapped into a tight cocoon.

Dean gives you a look, but you force yourself to look away as you pull the door open, only just enough for you to suck in your stomach and slip through. It clangs shut, and Sam’s neck almost snaps as he cranes to look at you. Rather than relief, though, panic and distress cloud his features.

“No,” He moans, closing his eyes tightly, “Not you, too. Please, not you too.”

“Sam?” Your steps are apprehensive, quiet, “Sammy, it’s me. It’s Y/N.”

“No, it’s not,” He denies, turning his head away from him and shaking it almost frantically, “You’re in my head, just like the rest of them.”

“I’m not in your head, Sam. I’m here.” He’s strapped down to the bed – you don’t know when that happened, but you suspect that it was Dean’s doing. Maybe your father’s, too.

“They’re all in my head. It only makes sense that you are, too.”


“Get out!”


“GET OUT!” And he’s screaming again, every inch the manic junkie you’ve tried so hard to convince yourself that he isn’t. So you turn on your heel and take off, shoving your way through the door and up the stairs, out to the yard, as far away from his agonised cries as you can possibly be.


“Y/N?” His voice is soft; quiet. It’s all over. Everything you’d worked for; tried to stop him doing… it failed. And now… now, the whole world lies in peril once more. Lucifer is free. Because of Sam. Your sweet, kind Sam, who didn’t want to hunt; didn’t want to kill, who wanted to spare as many as he could. The hero.

You’re starting to think that that Sam died a couple of years ago, the first time around.

“You hate me.” He surmises from your silence. You don’t correct him. Don’t even look at him until he sighs, the sound tired and ragged and so full of guilt and despair that your heart clenches in your chest and threatens to stop beating.

“No.” You turn around, slowly, deliberately, letting the window you’d been staring out of light you from behind. Sam examines your silhouette, but doesn’t come closer than the doorway.


“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.” You swallow, arms folded over your head, “But that doesn’t mean I forgive you, Sam. It doesn’t mean that you didn’t just throw the last five years down the drain. It doesn’t mean I trust you, or ever will again.” Your voice is too quiet and even and you hear his breath catch in his throat; watch his eyes close against the barrage of emotion he knows that you’ll pick up on. You were always good at that.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.” You don’t miss a beat, don’t let him begin to make excuses, “I’m leaving.”


“I can’t do this anymore, Sam.” You run a hand through your hair, soothing the tangles. When was the last time you brushed it? Memory doesn’t serve, but the thought doesn’t last long, “I need to get out of here. Away. From this.”

“From me.”

Your nod is all the confirmation he needs, but all he does is pause, then return your nod. Like he understands. Like it makes sense to him. It probably does.

“I’m sorry.” You admit. It’s true. You hadn’t wanted it to be like this; never imagined that it would. But right now… you need to run away. Be away from him.

“Don’t be.” He tells you shortly.

But you still are. From then, while you pack your stuff, when you press the pedal down to the floor and go flying down the old, empty road, not bothering to watch the salvage yard disappear in your rear-view.

So Little Time (So Much to Do)

Characters: Dean x Reader, Bobby, Sam

Word Count :3506

Warnings: Character Death, Angst, Light nudity and violence, Swearing

Request: I’m rewatching Season 7 and I have a lot of Bobby emotions, naturally. Could you do one where the reader has Bobby walk her down the aisle at her wedding (to any character I don’t care) and share the father-daughter dance with her? (Even though they’re not related, he’s still a father figure to her) 💞💕

Y/N:  Sorry this one took so long.  To do it justice I had to get to a pretty emotional place, which is difficult for me sometimes.  I really hope this is what you wanted love.  I used the song So Little Time, So Much To Do, which was my Father Daughter Dance song.  The time line jumps between season 7 and 4.

It wasn’t the first time he’d died.  You’d been there with him during the apocalypse.  You’d heard the sickening snap as his neck broke, before your own death found you.  You hadn’t even realized you were dead until you were alive again.  

This was different.

There was no resurrection. No deals.  No hail Marys’.  No miracles. There was just Bobby, pale and dead.

And you couldn’t place it in time and space.  Hell, you’d all fought the Devil, Angels, Demons, monsters.  And it was a bullet that killed him?  A fucking bullet.  

Inside the cabin your husband was obsessing.  Staring at that clipboard, those numbers Bobby had died to give him.  He was blaming himself, drinking himself into a shallow grave.  Another shallow grave.  

You tightened the blanket around your shoulders.  It was freezing.  But you couldn’t be in the cabin.  You couldn’t see the remnants of your life scattered in each room.  Because Bobby had loved you.  Truly loved you.  And the proof was everywhere.  There were pictures of you with your frizzy-puberty hair and braces.  The damn hoarder even still had your report cards.

(“How do you get an F in History, Y/N?  You’re damned good at doing research!”  

“My teacher didn’t appreciate my essay saying that President Roosevelt was actually killed by a Windego.”

“What were you thinkin’? You’ve got a solid head on those shoulders.  Try using it next time.”)

It sometimes seemed life pivoted around moments, single excruciating moments.  Choices were easier, if not less painful.  A slow progression was devastating, but you could see it coming. It was the small moments, the accidents, the impulse choices.  Those were unbearable.  

If your father hadn’t bought that cursed necklace for your mother.  If you’d known the colt wouldn’t work on the devil.  If the bullet had been an inch higher.  

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anonymous asked:

How would Jay Park, Bobby and Loco react if you planned to go let's say to a concert or festival and that you were dressed in a bit too exposed way? Would they mind?

Just so that we’re all on the same page, I used this picture for reference of what you are wearing. 

Originally posted by 2426-girl

Jay would look at your outfit from head to toe to see what you were wearing. I don’t think Jay would really mind that you were wearing that outfit as long as you were comfortable wearing it. He would firstly ask you where you were going. Then, when you tell him that you are going to a festival, I think he would ask you to bring an extra change of clothing. In case you wanted to change. 

Originally posted by taesthetic

Bobby would take a good look at your outfit from all angles. He would say something like, “Where you going babe? Why are you dressed like that? Can I come with you?” I don’t think he’d ask you to change or anything as long as you felt like you were comfortable. Bobby would seriously consider on going with you to this festival because he would want to see you rock your outfit. 

Originally posted by imcheol

Loco would probably look at you from behind and from in front to examine your outfit. I don’t think he wouldn’t be so thrilled that you are leaving the house like that, he would try to make you change your outfit to something different, or a different top. But if you keep insisting that you want to wear that outfit, Loco would still insist a different a different outfit, but he would make sure that you took a sweatshirt or something. 

White Roses Pt.4

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Alright my waffles, I’ve got a Social Studies final tomorrow and I don’t know when else I was supposed to get this up. so…

Thank y’all so much for reading this:)

This part has a lot of dialogue from the show. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF IT

Summary: After finding a spell to summon Castiel, the second voice that had spoken to Pamela, Dean and Bobby set up in an old shed to wait for whatever shows up.

Word count: 1358 (jeez, these are getting longer by the part)

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