#animixedarts

[sugarskies]

Back with a tomodachi update. Bob and John are now having a sleepover in John’s room. But…wait a minute…

SENTRYAGENT NO MATTER WHAT UNIVERSE. It’s been less than 24 HOURS since i’ve put them in. These idiots I swear /j

OMGGGG I'M SO OBSESSED. i wonder why john is making ur heart race bob?!?! when ur IN HIS ROOM?! the blush in this game is too cute i am in love with bob staring at him like he can't believe what's happening 😭💖

[of-apollo]

Singlehandedly you convinced me to start The Pitt because of your fics and let me just say THANK YOU. I’m on S1E12 and i’ve never been more invested.

!!! truly love that for you, i’m so glad you’re enjoying it! it is insanely addictive when you get a few episodes in, i love it a lot! who’s your fave so far?

[sugarskies]

possibly, POSSIBLY, can we have more alcoholism yelena? :D

HIIIIII i wrote the first 7 slides for this a couple weeks ago but i just finished it now so hopefully it reads ok!! here's yelena on the struggle bus feat. thundertwins and some sentryagent (for the purpose of segueing into bob&yelena friendship <3) hope u enjoy :)

Yelena’s guilt doubled the second she opened the door.

They looked so comfortable together. Bob’s head was rested against the top of John’s left pec, John’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. His eyes were only half open, tangled curls falling in them like he was too sleepy to care.

“Hey.” Bob sat up when he saw Yelena, gently rolling out of John’s grasp. He opened his own arms, fingers waving to invite Yelena over. She lingered in the doorway, unable to shake the feeling that she was intruding. “Lena. C’mere.”

Every hesitation Yelena felt dissipated the second she sank into Bob’s embrace. She sat on her knees in front of him, arms snaking around his strong back. Bob’s hug was warm, tight but gentle, and so perfectly comforting.

“I’m proud of you,” Bob muttered, right hand rubbing gentle circles into Yelena’s spine. “I’m proud that you asked for support instead of drinking.”

“It’s hard,” whispered Yelena. She pressed her forehead against Bob’s shoulder, fingers clinging to the back of his shirt. “I hate this.”

Bob squeezed her tighter and let out a long exhale before he said simply, “I love you,” and there was nothing Yelena could say to argue with that.

[sugarskies]

The idea STRUCK me in the middle of the night and I had to deliver some angst to you. (Forgive me if you’ve done something like this before)

John goes out to a Bar (Maybe it’s public image for Valentina or something, just some event with alcohol) but it’s just him. Someone spikes John’s drink without him seeing.

He thinks maybe he’s just drunk but something really doesn’t feel right. He ends up getting to the point that he realizes he needs help and is working himself up over asking for help. John is terrified of triggering Bob over being drugged but he needs help so bad which just makes him feel shittier.

I’d imagine he tries to text a group chat without Bob in it but his fingers won’t work right and he texts the wrong chat and he’s barely legible. Bob is reading everything as it’s happening and the others are trying to get to John to help.

sorry this took me 900 years but omg this idea 💔 them being afraid of triggering each other is such good angst in every context. here is john spiraling w bob spiraling in secret

yelena -> ava dms

[sugarskies]

Hello to my favorite SentryAgent account! I wrote this headcannon a while back but was wondering if maybe you wanted to use it as a pre-relationship prompt? if not feel free to ignore!

hiiii thank you i am honored 🥲🫶 i love this headcanon!! i adore the angst of john snapping and then the guilt hitting because it affects bob so badly... here we go <3

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Piercing echoes filled the room; a loud, mixed sound of ceramic dishes cracking, glasses shattering, and metal utensils bouncing on the floor. All the laughter stopped, drowned out by the devastation. John’s heart pounded in his ears, his knuckles white, his chest rising and falling with fervor. He opened his mouth to snap again, to justify his actions, only for a terrified but firm voice to tell him,

“Don’t hurt her.”

Bob stood directly in front of Yelena, one hand held back toward her and his other outstretched and trembling. Actually, his entire body was trembling. Tears built in the corners of his eyes, his jaw and lower lip twitching the way they did when he was upset or angry.

“I—” John cut himself off, stuck on Bob’s distant gaze. It didn’t take a psychologist to understand that Bob wasn’t defending Yelena, he was defending his mom; that he wasn’t standing up to John, he was standing up to his dad.

John did that. John’s anger issues had gotten so bad that he reminded Bob of his abusive father. He triggered Bob’s PTSD bad enough that he was pushed back into the mindset of the worst days of his life. He scared Bob bad enough that Bob was genuinely afraid John might physically hurt one of them.

There was nothing John could say to make it better. He mumbled an apology under his breath and ran out of the room.

-

Truthfully, John didn’t realize how important Bob had become to him until he was gone. Metaphorically speaking, at least. Bob was still there but he wouldn’t talk to John, wouldn’t stay in a room with John, wouldn’t even look at John.

And even though he couldn’t explain why (maybe because he felt guilty or because he was so vain he couldn’t handle it when people didn’t like him), John found he missed Bob’s eyes the most.

He missed Bob’s beautiful blue gaze and his goofy lopsided smile. He missed Bob’s dry jokes and raspy laugh and the way he’d call John an asshole for no reason. It had only been two days, and it felt like forever. Maybe it would be. Maybe Bob would never talk to him again.

That belief solidified itself so strongly in his head that when he saw Bob in the kitchen on the third day, he immediately turned to leave. He could come back for his breakfast once Bob was gone, he resolved. Better to stay hungry than upset Bob again.

“Fucking stupid,” Bob muttered, so quiet that John almost didn’t hear him. He stopped a few steps short of the elevator, gaze drifting back to Bob. “You ruin fucking everything.”

John’s instinct was to believe Bob was talking about him, that he was mad at John for even daring to walk in the room after what he did. Then he realized Bob’s back was still turned, gaze fixed on the hand he held over the sink.

It took several seconds for John to decide to turn around. He approached Bob slowly, encouraged only by the continued self-deprecating mumbling. Someone needed to make sure Bob was okay and John had no idea where anyone else was. Surely it couldn’t hurt to just…?

Bob flinched the second John appeared in his line of sight. Water dripped off his hand, shaking just as badly as it had two nights before. So, he was still scared of John then. Great. John took a step back and swallowed hard.

“You all right?” he asked. Even if Bob only yelled at him to leave, at least it would be something.

“I—” Bob still wouldn’t look at him. He stared at his hand, glanced at the floor, but didn’t look at John for a second. “Yeah.”

“All right. Sorry I scared you.”

“You didn’t scare me.” That stopped John from leaving again. Several seconds passed before Bob continued and when he did, he didn’t say what John expected at all. “I’m not shaking, it’s just— I don’t know. My tremors are really bad. And I triggered myself a little, so…”

He gestured toward the floor where a small glass jar lay shattered, a puddle of orange goop underneath it. John’s gaze immediately flew to Bob’s hand but there were no cuts on it. Sentry must have protected him, and he was just at the sink to wash the sticky residue off.

“What were you making?”

Bob snorted and shook his head before he answered, “Toast. Can’t even make fucking toast. And that was the last of my orange marmalade so fuck me, I guess.”

“No five second rule?” John joked.

“Broken glass would add interesting texture.”

“Yeah.” That was the dry humor that he loved. Liked. Whatever. “You like French toast?”

“Mmhm.”

“Ever had it with orange juice?” Bob shook his head. “Can I make it for you?”

“Okay.” He sniffed and pushed his left hand over his eyes, his right reaching for a nearby towel. John was halfway finished cleaning the broken jar when Bob spoke next, his voice low and shaky. “Sorry I’ve been avoiding you.”

John kind of hated that Bob apologized. He hated that Bob felt like any part of his reaction was wrong. He hated that Bob felt any guilt for the fact that he was still affected by his trauma. If anyone were to apologize, it should have been John.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted,” said John. It would be a lie to say the words fell out easily, but they were honest and heartfelt. He dumped the mixture of broken glass and marmalade in the trash and turned to face Bob. “I understand if you don’t want to be around me anymore. I—”

“I want to be around you.” But Bob still wasn’t looking at him, his gaze facing just to the side of John’s head. “I just— I can’t— I can’t live like that anymore. I can’t spend my whole life not knowing when the people I’m supposed to trust are going to snap. I can’t.”

“I’m sorry.” He had no idea what else to say. John couldn’t promise he wouldn’t get angry again; couldn’t guarantee any help would make him better. He took a step back. “I’ll go. You shouldn’t have to live with—”

Bob grabbed his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. When John looked up, Bob’s eyes finally met his, wide and glassy but steady as anything. He opened and closed his mouth twice before he said finally, “What about my French toast?”

And with Bob looking at him like that, he couldn’t leave. John nodded and stayed where he was until Bob’s fingers finally let him go. Then he made the French toast and sat with Bob until Yelena came in and John knew he would be okay.

[sugarskies]

also, I was trying to look through my saved folder and I found this image-

What is he DOING? What is wrong with him? Bob go get your man they let him loose again.

believe it or not this managed to inspire 2 separate thirsty thoughts 😭🙏 thank u for ur contribution and bob please go get ur man before he falls and hurts his beautiful face

[sugarskies]

Just wanted to drop by and say again how much I appreciate everything you’ve given us. You’ve given so much of your time and given us so many beautiful writings. I spent last night re-reading some of my favorite fics of yours, and the love you put into them has always made me feel like maybe things will be okay. <3

So thank you again Sugar. I hope that this break treats you well. Just know that you’ve helped a lot of people through some hard days. It means the world what you’ve given us. /gen

tears in my eyes help 🥹💖💖 thank YOU so much i don't even have words. i could say right back that what all of you have given me means the world. i've said it before but i lost my love for writing for a long time and after thunderbolts helped me find it again, the sentryagent community kept me going. or keeps me going. thank you ily guys 💞

[sugarskies]

Aaaa I saw someone else is doing Tomodachi life too! I’ve got the vault squad, Bucky, and Kate in there right now. John and Bob keep sneaking away to hang out in each others rooms and Kate and Yelena are chatting to much to talk to anyone else lol (a few pictures if you wanna endulge haha)

also my favorite Bob image i’ve gotten so far when he snuck around a corner to spook John

OMG I LOVE THEMM TY FOR SHARING <3 john looks so cozy and i love bob and ava hanging out and kate and yelena bonding over a fork. one person only needs one fork right 🤣 the bob jumpscare is too funny he looks so serious. i just know john was more amused than he'd ever admit