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that being said, your thunderbolts text posts make me happy and I like to read them lots of times so if you have any you want to post or make pls do 🙏🙏 (John walker angst is my favorite but whatever calls to you)

oh my god i am so glad you're okay!! ❤️ car accidents genuinely freak me out more than like anything else. i've been in 2 minor ones (as a passenger) but two of my immediate family members quite literally almost died in accidents that were not their fault so cars terrify me !! i hope that you don't have to pay too much or anything in damages and that you are able to mentally heal okay 🫂 on the topic of texts thank you so much, it makes me happy that they make you happy to read. i've kind of had this idea of john just hitting his breaking point and deciding not to go home with the team after some mission so i wrote it out for you. it's very angsty so look at tags for specific trigger warnings 🫶

thank you kind anon! 🥰💖

No other thoughts here. I just saw a pic of Wyatt when he had longer hair and Lost My Mind for a minute

hang on i just found this other ask on the very last page of my inbox so consider this me answering them both. and look at wyatt i'm sweating

The John that came home to him was not the John that left.

His skin was tanned, spotted with extra freckles Bob didn’t remember. There were dark circles under his lightly bloodshot eyes, a new scar by the corner of his left lid. Even his suit fit differently, hanging off him just a little like he’d lost a few pounds during their time on the run.

“Holy shit.” But none of that mattered to Bob as much as John’s hair. The frizzy golden locks curling at the top of his shoulders. His beard was longer too, long enough that Bob could twist the messy strands around his fingers. “John, you look…”

“I know,” said John, beret hanging lamely in his left hand as walked toward Bob. “I’ll shave when I get in the shower. C’mere.”

Clearly, John misunderstood what Bob failed to say. He wrapped his sweaty arms around Bob and squeezed him in a tight embrace. His deep inhale tickled Bob’s ear as he soaked in the scent of Bob’s hair, the scent of Bob. How many weeks had it been, again?

Bob returned the hug, lifting his arms before he clung to the back of John’s shoulders for dear life. He nuzzled his face into John’s neck, right hand sliding up to grab at John’s hair as his nose and cheek rubbed against John’s beautifully long beard.

“Uh…” John glanced over his shoulder at the others, still dragging their things off the jet. He lowered his voice and chuckled as he asked, “You got a little boner there, Bobby?”

Oh, fuck. Bob glanced down at himself and yeah. He did. Bob’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he pushed his erection into John’s thigh, hiding it from view. John snorted and kissed Bob’s forehead.

“You’re really hot.” That was not the smooth response Bob intended. He winced as he pulled his face back, hands shifting to John’s face. His palms pressed into John’s cheeks, rubbing lightly into his beard as his fingers wrapped around John’s long hair. “This is really doing it for me.”

John chuckled and gestured at his face, one hand still on Bob’s waist. “Really? This?”

“I want to lick your beard so bad.”

“Do it.”

On any other day, Bob would have pointed out that they were not alone and waited. That day, he yanked John’s face forward without hesitation, a soft moan escaping him the second their lips touched. John’s beard tickled Bob’s lips and his hair gave Bob the perfect place to grab on.

He slipped his tongue between John’s lips for just a moment before he bit down on John’s skin, tugging on thin strands of hair with his teeth. John’s hands dropped to Bob’s ass, squeezing his cheeks tight; every low sound in the back of his throat only spurring Bob on more.

Bob ground himself against John’s thigh, not one thought spared to where they were or who was watching. He kissed John’s chin, then moved to his cheeks, grazing along John’s beard as he tried to taste every strand he could reach. His fingers twisted around John’s hair, tugging his chin back into just the right angle.

Then, just as he was sucking a good hickey to the hair between John’s jaw and his neck, a hand suddenly pushed him back.

“Get a room,” said Ava.

Bob flipped one middle finger in her direction before he put his mouth right back where it was. He wrapped his arms around John’s waist and lifted him up off the ground, ignoring his confused protests.

“What the hell are you doing?” asked John, reaching for the beret he’d so inelegantly dropped on the helipad.

This is a bit of an angsty idea (but u can ignore it ofc) but there was a post that mentioned Bob forgetting important moments with John due to his memory issues and bc I love John-Bob-and-(John's son) as a family I figured there may be a non-zero chance Bob also forgets something about John's son, like a cool day they had together or something he made for Bob. Its one of those things that'd probably be really difficult to explain to a kid and Bob would probably feel horrible, in my mind bc he feels like his parents either forgot alot about him or never cared to remmeber things about him and he wants to do better by his own family

hii thank you for the hugs 🥰 sorry i am MONTHS late oh my god i am just doing a scroll through my inbox this evening and i have a lot more from longer ago than i thought lol this has been a hell of a spring 😭 but i have cut my inbox down by 1/3 so i promise i'm getting to everyone !!

anyway. god. the idea of bob forgetting something important to baby walker is SO heartbreaking. i headcanon that traveling can be really hard on bob because the sudden break in routine is triggering for his mood episodes. the sleep disruption especially tends to be a trigger point for his mania. that in mind, maybe john and bob travel down to georgia for a visit. while they're there, they go to see one of baby walker's little league games and he's so excited because it's the first time that bob is going to see him play. bob is happy to watch baby walker play but he's really not doing well. he's on a lot of medications that help with his mania so he's better than he would've been a few years ago but he's still struggling a lot. the whole environment is very overstimulating for him. after the game, bob retreats back to the airbnb while john and olivia go to pizza with the kids after because he just mentally and emotionally can't be around that many people anymore.

the next morning, they go right over to olivia's place to have breakfast with her and baby walker. of course, all baby walker wants to talk about is how good he did at little league. he talks to bob about it and bob is like "i'm sure you did great buddy :)" and baby walker is confused. he realizes bob doesn't know what he's talking about at all. since he's like six years old, he starts crying and runs out of the room. olivia goes to check on him and reports back that he interpreted bob's response as "bob was not watching me play and does not care about me at all." however, while she was with her son, bob was asking john if they went to this game and confessing that he doesn't remember yesterday at all.

*cough* Oh look gladiator John and nobleman Bob. Oh look Bob is being given to John as a reward. *cough* sorry I've got a bad cough.

your moodboards are always SO GOOD omg!! they get me inspired so fast i swear. okay so imagine: john is a very strong, skilled gladiator. he's extremely well known and highly sought after. one day a very wealthy nobleman rents him as part of a lavish funeral. for john, this is pretty much business as usual. at least until he's getting ready before his fight and finds there's some pretty boy sitting there just. staring at him and the other gladiators while he munches on charcuterie. john finds this weird and annoying and calls him out on it. he asks the guy what the hell he's doing and the guy shrugs and gives john's very shirtless body a once over and says "just enjoying the view." john finds himself blushing (when has he ever blushed) and flirts just a little before the guy leaves.

then it's time for the fight. john steps into the arena to begin the games and he's shocked to see the guy he flirted with is seated right beside the nobleman who hired him. john kind of assumed the guy was some kind of staff but no. he's the son of the nobleman. this funeral is for his mother. john decides to make this his best performance ever. after the first game concludes, the nobleman stands up and yanks his son to his feet and declares that whoever wins his games wins his son, robert. as a prize. john has heard of people being used as rewards before but this is different. it's almost like it was decided on a whim. like robert's father looked at him and chose right then to get rid of him. this is backed up by the way robert seems to be trying to pull out of his father's grasp, by how tense he looks beneath this tight hands squeezing his shoulders.

john, immediately, decides that he's going to win. any of the other men there would take robert as a servant or a sexual partner. but john just wants to set him free. he wants to save him from whatever horrible situation he's in with his father. maybe help him get set up with a new, comfortable life if he's cooperative. john's determination leads him to victory. he wins robert. the nobleman delivers his prize by physically throwing robert at john. robert scrapes his hands and knees in the sand, face pale and raw like he hasn't slept since his dad decided to send him away. john immediately helps robert to his feet and takes him back to where he's staying. he helps robert clean his hands and knees and brush the sand out of his beautiful hair. robert does not say a word the entire time, just silently eats the cheese and berries that john found for him to have. it's only when john tries to get him to change into fresh clothes that robert suddenly pulls away from him and snaps.

hi! i haven't written like a fic about it but i do have this headcanon/ask from back in december that was about bob being evasive about his birthday due to trauma and the rest of the vault squad trying to figure when it is. i'd change some things about that if i wrote it today but i kinda love the angst of an entire year going by and it's somebody's second birthday with the thunderbolts and suddenly someone realizes that bob never had a birthday. they celebrated everyone else but bob's birthday never came up. but obviously he has a birthday, right? so it must've happened and he just… ignored it.

so, imagine. they learn when bob's birthday is and they decide to surprise him. not with a big party or anything but maybe a nice breakfast. something that's not overwhelming. except to bob, everything about his birthday is overwhelming. cue this happening <3

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Bob felt like he was going to throw up.

Part of it was anxiety and he knew that but part of it was guilt. His friends went out of their way to surprise him for his birthday. They didn’t need to make those rainbow fruit parfaits, didn’t need to get the cake he spotted stashed on top of the fridge. They didn’t need to do anything, but they did because they loved him and he was so ungrateful he felt sick.

It wasn’t because of the food itself. He loved fruit and he was sure whatever cake they picked was great. The problem was Bob’s birthday. The problem was that his best birthday was the year before when nobody knew about it. When he spent his whole day reading and pretending the day was nothing special.

“Bob?” He turned his face into his shoulder when he heard John’s voice. It was too late to hide. John had definitely already seen his ass and feet under the stupid American bathroom stall. He pulled his knees in closer to himself, willing the nausea to pass. “Bobby, you in here?”

“Can you just leave me alone for a minute?”

Yelena gets this for John and John just laughs because yeah that's his annoying little sister.

But also. No man should look so pretty with a book. I can't be this easy. I'm mentally inflicting it on John rn.

ME TOO he looks so bob to me when he has a book like just look at him

(ok well i actually really hate his hair in the last one but the weird sitting is pretty bob)

holding a book just makes him somehow infinitely prettier. i honestly can't explain it. neither can john. you mentally inflicted this upon him and now this is how he realizes that he is indeed bisexual and very much has a thing for bob. early on his demisexual ass is totally oblivious to bob's sexy muscles. he does not blink twice when bob is shirtless. is unaffected when he's sweaty, clothes sticking to his skin. but when bob's wearing his soft bathrobe, curls falling over his ears, snuggled up all cozy in his chair with a book in his hands? this is where john begins to slowly lose his mind. no man should look so pretty with a book, he agrees. because how does bob look so pretty with a book that even john thinks he's pretty ?!?! it's some kind of sentry witchcraft for sure. nevertheless, john continues to fantasize about laying on the couch, bob resting between his legs as he reads his book. and if he's running his fingers through bob's hair while he reads well that's nobody's business is it?