#bobjohn

[disterra]

learning how to draw them

[unhinged-as-hell]

Bucky: why are Walker and Bob sitting with their backs to each other?

Yelena: They had a fight.

Bucky: Then why are they still holding hands??

Yelena: Bob gets sad when they fight.

[goopersgooberxd]

I like to think that Bob actually really likes John calling him ‘Bobby’ and after becoming a team John stopped calling him that (thinking it brought back bad memories since Bob’s dad called him that) but Bob asks him one day why he stopped calling him that and John explains and Bob is like ‘I like it when you call me it, it gives it a different feeling to it. When I hear you say it it doesn make me feel like I’m worthless or a failure like it did when my dad said it.’ and then John decides to call him that (AND ITS ONLY JOHN’S RIGHT TO CALL HIM IT)

[crimsonkingart]

I'm tired, there is an highly possibility that this fan art will be removed tomorrow. If you like it, save it immediately.

[lonelyorchidman]

i'm terribly curious what john said to bob in this scene. my guess is "you're alright." but i'm terrible at reading lips.

also didn't notice him leaning against bob before that but i thought that was extra sweet. ❤

[jinn-exe]

I know it's mostly Bob having a crush on John in fics rn, and i love that, but I'm really leaning toward John, after sorting out his divorce and actually becoming a present father, starts hanging out more with the avengerz, but specifically he becomes super fast friends with Bob because they settled their differences aside. I like the idea that John has internalized homophobia (because let's be honest: he would) and is very clueless about what he feels for Bob—which borders on more than friendly feelings. He doesn't know, obviously, and the whole team just picks up on it right away. The subtle-yet-not-so-subtle things John does for Bob, ie; stops calling him Bobby once he realizes that that's what the man's dad taunted him with, stops shoving him around, actually learns about Bob's interests, and he has the famous

Oh.

where he realizes that he's so fucked and he's crushing on Bob this is kind of insane. Now, every time he comes back to the tower, he's bringing things for Bob. Flowers, food, books, you name it. Everyone caught it, of course, silently cheering him on the sidelines, though Alexei is very forward about it sometimes and is not helping.

Bob remains oblivious.

So, it's up to the team to help John with his unfortunate courting attempts that always backfires.

Anyway, slowburn sentryagent has me on a FIRM grip

[voidwalkersharedbedroom]

oh so desperately need a scene in the upcoming movie or short or whatever they have with bob and john. make them do anything together please. watching a movie, discussing niche topics, helping eachother with trauma and pains PLEASE

[thaaatguyyy]

how john would end up if he had sex with bob and his personas

bob: vanilla. john would ride the whimpering bob slowly whispering praises of "that's it, bob. good boy." or "do you wanna cum, baby?" and in general just being tender with each other. they would cum together and then pants on each other's mouth before rolling over and cuddle.

sentry: sentry is the god and john is his obedient worshipper. john would get bent in various positions while sentry railed him for hours. they broke way too many bed frames at this point. john's super soldier stamina barely keeping up as sentry stuffs him with yet another load as john dry orgasmed, having been shooting blanks for several times already. tears flows from his red rimmed eyes, joining the snot and drool that messily smears across his face. sentry would only stop for a moment before pistoning again. and if john passes out while sentry is still fucking him like a cheap fleshlight, then nobody's gonna know except him and sentry, the sex maniac that have the same face as his sweet bob.

void: a kinky bastard. even more freaky than sentry. he would tie john up with a vibrator in his hole and either command him to not cum or force him to cum as many times as void wants. cbt, puppy play, semi-public, you name it. since void's resurgence is triggered by bob's extreme emotions, sometimes john have to offer his hole to calm bob down enough to force void back in again.

okay enough with the horny posting. I'll probably try to flesh out these ideas properly in the future by writing a fic. who knows, maybe it would be good enough to be posted. 😝😋

[adhara21]

I need fanfics nsfw +18 smut of Botttom!Bob.... why doesn't anyone like Bob being sweet and submissive?

[thegrandmemester]

Are there any ship fics now that have John disassociating ? I liked those bits in TFATWS when he does.

[disterra]

when you just want romantic movie time with your bf but his deadly alter egos are cockblocking you

[leblogreblog]

I think it's something we need to agree now so that there aren't any future conflicts

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[goopersgooberxd]

I believe everytime John goes out on missions to different places he always tries to find atleast a gift to give to Bob whenever he comes back. He always leaves it by Bob’s door so Bob doesn’t know that it’s him and whenever Bob brings it up he denies it’s him (while no one accused him) and accuses Yelena (Bob knows it’s from John he just rolls with it.)

[crimsonkingart]

Bob looks like a big doggo 🐶🐶

[lonelyorchidman]

they had a lot of cute interactions in the press tours but this tidbit is one of my faves. (from this vid)

[bumblebeesweettea]

I'll keep that in mind

Fandom: MCU Thunderbolts

Rating: General audiences

Characters: John Walker, Bob Reynolds

Ships: can be interpreted as VoidWalker but wasn't really written with that in mind.

Genre: slice of life, cozy,

Possible triggers? None.

Synopsis

Bob Reynolds, struggling with the weight of his powers and the chaos they can unleash, dedicates himself to the New Avengers by focusing on simple, everyday tasks within the Tower. His quiet efforts attract the attention of John Walker, who enters the laundry room with a playful demeanor, attempting to lighten the mood and check on Bob's mental state. However, as they engage in light banter, Bob's hidden turmoil comes to the forefront as he confronts his past actions under the influence of the Void, revealing his guilt and fear of having harmed his teammates.

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The door creaked open, and John Walker stepped in, a figure of casual confidence against the backdrop of Bob’s quiet turmoil. The New Avengers had taken to checking in on Bob, ensuring he was ‘doing okay,’ and today, it seemed, it was John’s turn for the task. Bob couldn’t imagine any other reason for John to enter the little laundry room. Leaning against the wall with arms crossed, a half-smirk played on his lips, a stark contrast to the heaviness that hung in the air.

“Well, if it isn’t the Sentry,” John drawled, his voice laced with that signature edge of cocky charm. “Avenger, powerhouse, laundry connoisseur. Didn’t think folding t-shirts and pairing socks was part of the gig.”

Bob glanced over his shoulder, a faint, almost shy smile tugging at his lips, "Hey, someone’s gotta do it,” he replied softly, a hint of playfulness in his tone. “we can't all be out there punching bad guys.”

John chuckled, stepping further into the room. “Yeah, but this? Feels like you’re overachieving. Next thing I know, you’ll be baking cookies for the team.”

Bob let out a quiet, genuine laugh, a sound so rare it almost startled John and something about the older man's eyes softened. But as quickly the laughter started it faded. Unbeknownst to the team Bob had remembered more of the day that Void took over. What he'd let loose. How Void had hurt the few people that showed any interest in his well being.. Bob’s eyes dropped to the shirt in his hands, and his movements slowed. The hum of the dryer seemed louder now, more discordant, filling the silence that stretched between them.

“I hurt you,” Bob said suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper, the words fragile and raw. The shame he felt clawed at him, memories of the shame rooms creeping back in broad, disjointed strokes. He'd caused so much grief.. His darker half.

John blinked, the teasing grin slipping from his face. “What?”

Bob turned, his blue eyes locking onto John’s. “When… when the Void was loose,” Bob continued, his voice cracking under the weight of his confession. “The details are still fuzzy. But I hurt all of you. I know I did. I could… I could feel it. I couldn't control it. I wanted to. Please know I wanted to—I—”

“Hey. Hey,” John stepped closer, the distance between them collapsing. He reached out, squeezing Bob’s shoulder gently, a lifeline thrown into the turbulent waters of his shame. Carefully, John turned Bob to face him, though the younger man’s eyes remained cast down at the shirt crumpled in his fists. “None of us blame you for what happened in that abyss of despair, alright?” His tone was gentle but firm, a steady anchor. “Void was a force of chaos, feeding on the years of shit you’ve been through. And last I checked, you were right there with us through all of that.”

“We were in my mind, Walker,” Bob's voice strained against the weight of his emotions. “It was MY mind! I could feel everything Void was doing, manipulating it to restrain and hurt you guys, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. Do you know how scary that is? To just have no control?”

John lets out a slow heavy sigh. "Yeah.. yeah I know what that's like." He squeezes Bob's shoulder a little tighter before letting his hand drop. "After my friend was killed I was so angry.. someone had to pay. Didn't matter who. So in a blind rage I killed the one guy I could get my hands on. And for a moment... I felt.. vindicated. Like I'd dispensed justice. But after that vindication faded..." John trails off. Bob is giving him that soft sympathetic look that made John's chest ache for a reason he couldn't fully explain. John didn't want pity, maybe some understanding but... he quickly pushed onwards so the conversation didn't stay on him.

"I'm just saying I get it, but none of us blame you. It would be hypocritical if we DID. You don't have to beat yourself up about it Bob," John said a reassuring smile appearing. Bob is still looking at him carefully, as if trying to ascertain some of what was in John's head by taking in his features. God the younger man could turn into a fearsome poker player.... The blond shifts on the balls of his feet not liking how the silence is heavier and the focus is on him now.

"Your friend.. what was his name?" John felt suddenly like he was suffocating.

"Lemar. Lemar Hoskins."

"Lemar." Bob repeats the man's name as if trying to commit it to memory. He smiled at John, "I know you might not be ready now but.. if you ever want to talk about him, I'd love to hear stories about him."

Despite the kindness and good intentions, John felt like Bob kicked him in the chest. It ached and felt tighter than before. Each breath stung like he was sucking in ice water.

"Thanks," it was all John could manage for a long second. The dryer's buzz cut through the tension and Bob jumped at the sound letting out a nervous little laugh. "I'll let you get back to your very important work for the team," John was happy to have an out and slinked to the door as Bob turned to unload the dryer.

"And.. Bob?"

"Yeah ?"

"If you ever want to talk about what we saw in your Rooms... I honestly don't know how much help I'll be but I'll listen," John glances back at Bob. For a second the you get man looks painfully sad, and a little anxious but he shakes it off.

"Thanks John. I'll keep that in mind."