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HI this is so so sooo late but i wanted to write some texts last night and this one inspired me so! it got a tad angstier than i planned because i am in a mood regarding bob and his mental health right now but anyway here is the team searching for their clumsy bob <3 and thank you soooo much that is so sweet thank you and now i love you too friend :')

“There, that’s— that’s my boyfriend.” Bob tapped the purple phone in his hand four times before he handed it back to the older woman sitting on the steps beside him. He turned to look at her, eyes wide and gaze unsteady. “Thank you.”

“Hey, baby.” John echoed a brief thank you as Bob and the woman exchanged a few more brief words. When she pocketed her phone and left, John extended his hand toward Bob. “You want to hold my hand?”

Bob’s response was just delayed enough to be concerning. “Yeah,” he mumbled. He reached for John and the second he turned his palm over, John froze and took hold of his hand in a different way than he’d intended.

“You’re bleeding.”

“My phone— My phone shattered.” Bob reached into his pocket and pulled out the device, the shards of glass stained deep red with his blood. Sentry should’ve protected him. The fact that it didn’t was an indication of how unstable he must’ve been mentally. “I don’t think it’s bleeding anymore. That woman, she— she had me hold a napkin for a bit.”

“That was nice of her. Can I see?” John had to wait for Bob’s fingers to stop twitching before he could get a good look. Thankfully, he was right. Bob’s cuts were relatively shallow, and they seemed to have already stopped bleeding. “I’m gonna hold your other hand, all right? When we get home, I want to make sure there’s no glass in there.”

“Okay.”

“And thank you for texting us for help. I know that’s hard for you.”

“My therapist said— she said I shouldn’t be alone, but I thought I was okay but then I— I kept thinking there were cars when there weren’t and that the light was green when it—”

“Hey.” Something about the way Bob kept blinking and looking over his shoulder had John more than a little concerned. He turned and kissed Bob’s temple as he laced his steady fingers around Bob’s trembling ones. “You’re all right. Just hold my hand, okay?”

All I can think about now is John winding the curls around his finger while with Bob,,,, I am soooo normal about John playing with Bob's hair I promise (/lying)

the curls!!!! here i got some higher quality pics to see them better <33

i just know in my heart john is all over bob's hair. when they're kissing, his fingers slide around bob's ears and tug on his curls, pulling him in deeper. when they're cuddling in bed, bob's head is on john's chest, john's arm is wrapped around his shoulders, fingers toying with bob's hair as he massages the back of his neck. when they're watching tv, bob is laying between john's legs on the couch and john is twisting his fingers through bob's hair, gently repositioning his curls around his face.

i looooove this idea so much 💖 it made me think about them strictly sticking to sex and never staying afterward but then one night bob falls asleep by accident and john kind of loses it. so here's them after bob (in the middle of a manic episode) tried to use sex as a way to tire himself out but it was too effective and he ended up falling asleep right there in john's bed instead of when he got back to his own room. cue panicking! also for those who care bob is naked bcs he fell asleep right after sex lol but this fic is not explicit :)

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He wants to hold Bob.

It’s the only thing he can think about. Bob is fast asleep to John’s left, messy curls falling into his eyes. His arms are wrapped tight around one of John’s pillows, his cheek resting on the top of it.

They’ve been having sex for several weeks. Two, maybe three months, even. Whenever they fuck in Bob’s room, John leaves immediately after they finish. Bob has always lingered a little longer, taking ten or fifteen minutes to remember how to walk before he leaves John’s bed for his own.

This night was different.

Bob wasn’t having a good day. He wouldn’t tell John about it, but John knew from the way he kept twitching and fidgeting and mumbling to himself from dawn to dusk. Combined with his heightened paranoia and intense insomnia, it was clear he was in a manic episode.

Because of that, John actually almost rejected Bob when he asked for sex two hours earlier. But when he tried to make an excuse to send Bob away, Bob literally got on his knees and his breath started shaking like he was going to fucking cry.

It didn’t make sense until afterward. John wasn’t completely sure, but his best theory was that Bob was desperate for sex because somehow, for whatever reason, he knew it would help him sleep. Because the sex wasn’t even particularly intense. Bob didn’t engage all that much, mostly just mumbling for John to fuck him deeper or flip him over. But not ten full minutes after it was over, Bob fell asleep. Right there in John’s bed. Still sweaty and naked and goddamn beautiful.

As in like the past half hour from writing this ask.

All this to say, your headcanons for him, all of them, are great and accurate.

my screenshot really doesn't do it justice u have to see the gif to get the full flexing effect but oh my godddd you're so right anon look at him !!!!!

no but actually speaking of i am so obsessed with this one shot a little after bob comes downstairs when he looks at directly at john like this

and then john makes a whole big deal of squaring up his shoulders and making himself look taller as he looks directly back at bob like this

that explains so much omg that has definitely happened to me... sometimes i SWEAR i heard it or felt it buzz and then i pick it up and yet i still have zero notifications... phantom notifications. very interesting