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MY POOKIE JUST POSTED HIS AMAZING LITTLE JOHN BEING DOG CODED FIC, PELEASE READ IT RN AHIRETFHSIUERHFIAUEHRF

You're A Dog (I'm Your Man)

Ch. 1/?

[SFW | WC: 4K | Gale Cleven/John Egan, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Requited Unrequited Love]

John Egan loves like a dog.

[AO3]

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Tag your OTP

I headcanon:

1: Gale Cleven

2: Curtis Biddick

3: John Egan

No, but I found this on Pinterest and it immediately made me think of the way I and my other half (@johnslittlespoon) write about our pairings, and I thought it was so funny so I'm honestly thinking of making it a funny little challenge thing I guess? I'll tag some people, feel free to tag who you like, and you're more than welcome to join even if your name hasn't been mentioned.

@johnslittlespoon @avonne-writes @swifty-fox @oatflatwhite @daysofxavierspast @vampbdolll

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thoughts on how buck and bucky would end up kissing and/or hooking up for the first time? what would lead up to it, who would make the first move etc <3

I feel like it would have to be either after a rough mission, or a successful one.

First one could be that the grief and loss has worn everyone down, John and Gale are trying to understand their place in it all, to cope with the fact it could be one of them next. 

Gale is more reserved about his anxiety, doesn’t show it publicly, has to be a leader for everyone. John is more likely to get physically antsy, tries to find the positives in it all because he’s still got Gale. 

It feeds off on everyone, able to find hope despite their fears.

Gale’s never been more relieved at John’s glass half full type of energy, feeling less burdened by the weight of pressure.

But John confronts him one night, he’s a little more drunk than he should be, but it’s the only way to find his strength.

He crowds Gale against a wall, his lips pulled tight, pressing his forehead to their shoulder, bottom lip jutted out and trembling. 

Gale feels it then, what he’s been hiding, brings his hand to John’s shoulder and tries to rub him there reassuringly.

John voices his fears, lifts his head, Gale sees how wet they’ve grown. 

“It’s gonna be alright,” Gale murmurs, and he tries to smile, ducking his head slightly. “We’re gonna be alright.”

John swallows, feels a lot of things in the moment, isn’t sure what any of them are.

Not until he brings his hand up, cupping it again Gale’s cheek, surging forward to press their lips together in something that’s too messy, teeth clacking against one another, almost bumping noses.

But Gale doesn’t run from it, just stands there shocked, feels his eyes widen before John pulls away from him. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he whispers, but there’s no menace to his tone, no real rejection to back up his words.

John catches it, and he steps back, nodding his head. 

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have… Too bad I’m about to do it again anyways.”

Right well I should probably say now it wasn’t supposed to turn into that but, I’d feel bad ridding y’all of the extra content so I’ll let it stay.

The other option is much more cheerier!

They’re probably together in the hall, music’s blasting, people are dancing, John and Gale are at each other’s sides as always.

John’s especially taken by the thrill of it all, can’t stop smiling, finding ways to chime in with singing, or patting his comrades on the back whenever they walk back.

Gale’s just smiling, sometimes he grins a little more with teeth, feels the world sweep away from him. 

It might just be one night, but they’re making it his, they’re taking the victory and using it as means to inspire how successful the future could be. 

After all their hard work they deserve it.

John probably saunters back, hooks his arm around Gale, leans real close. 

“Come with me?”

“You need an escort now?”

“I might, you don’t want me wandering off on my own tonight, do you?”

Even though he tries to hold meaning to the theat, the smile spilling over his cheeks shows he’s just trying to get his way.

Gale gives into him anyways, follows him outside, lets him smoke his cigar and leans his head back against the wall to take in the stars.

The world feels at peace for a little while, no fights or fires above, just laughter and joy and beer.

John catches his gaze, follows it with a grin, nudges his arm into him.

“Don’t get too lost in the clouds, Gale. I need you down here with me.”

“I’m always down here with you.”

John laughs at that, thinks it’s the funniest, sighs and leans his head back to join Gale’s observations.

“I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere anytime soon, you can count on that.”

Gale laughs too, something easy and sweet.

John tilts his head towards the blond, leans close to murmur something, and Gale turns in time to catch their lips almost touching.

It stops them both, John’s lips parted and ready to usher words, Gale’s closed and ready to listen - but they split apart when they notice how close John is.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere,” Gale whispers, thinks it’ll spark them both back to normalcy. 

It doesn’t, if anything it halts John further in his tracks, and then his eyes dip.

Gale doesn’t have time to warn him not to be too hasty, to tell him he should move in case someone comes out and sees them so close. 

John’s lips on his force him into silence, everything else falls away, and his cheeks warm under the attention before he gently prods John back.

“Someone could have seen,” he warns, and something about it makes John smile.

Gale’s slightly appalled at his lack of consideration or care regarding the matter until John continues.

“Next time I’ll be more careful.”

Fuck. I ended up yapping again. Okay so I could honestly see it going different ways but I wound up writing two very specific scenarios, sorry bout that one. If you want different like perspectives in the future lemme know.

And, uh, hope you enjoyed??

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do you have any fav nsfw buck x bucky headcanons/tropes? 👀

Do I ever?! (I have not gone one day without thinking of these men).

Firstly, I see them both as switches. 

Now before you scream at me and say I’m insane, you need to hear me out.

John is a very feral man. He’s impulsive, reckless, has probably gotten too drunk and pulled Gale down onto his lap in front of everyone before. 

“You missed the chair,” he’d tease, and Gale would roll his eyes, dragging himself off, face one of humour until he leans into John’s ear. “Cut it out, Bucky.”

John likes challenges. He’ll see how far he can get, sinking his hand under the table, nails grazing Gale’s knee, fingers massaging the insides of his thighs, doing everything he can until probably just outright grabbing at Gale’s bulge, palm swallowing it completely. 

He likes how he’s bigger than Gale, likes feeling himself press up behind them, crowding them up against the wall of an alleyway or bending them over something and letting his hands take full grasp of the blond’s pretty perfect cheeks. 

He likes to leave marks even though Gale tells him off and scolds him for it, likes to sink his teeth in wherever he can get, make sure whoever sees Gale as vulnerably as he does immediately understands he's claimed.

Gale might have the control, the final word, but John tests the limits, usually the one to be initiating something. 

That’s not to say Gale plays no part in this. 

No, he’s the one that lets John get away with it, might punish the brunet in some way just to teach a lesson. In their line of work, it’s not safe to be risking stuff on a daily basis, even if they are careful. Well, even if Gale is. 

Still, he holds the leash, he tightens and loosens the collar, he calls the orders.

He’s the one to sit down on the edge of his bunk, spreading his legs, watching John kneel between them. He pats his thighs, slips his fingers in, grasping the locks and guiding them however he likes.

He definitely spoils John. 

Lets himself sink onto their lap, lets them ride their cock inside of him, cooing and whispering soft little praises and petting at John’s face.

Lets himself be gentle when John offers himself up for Gale to take as he pleases.

Because John would give Gale anything and everything he asked for. 

I have no idea if this was nsfw for you wee whores, so let me know if you want me to get more straight to the point next time. Sorry this is so overdue.

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Had some ideas for my first buck x bucky fic, potentially a modern au type thing, shall keep y'all updated if I take it on as a WIP. More mota memes between @johnslittlespoon and me should be out soon too. Getting round to the few asks in my inbox finally since coherent thoughts have been gathering <3

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can you tell @curtsbigspoon and i watched dune II last night

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I'M SO SORRY TO THE SLUTS IN MY INBOX, I PROMISE DADDY HASN'T FORGOTTEN YOU, I'M JUST SO SHIT AT PIECING TOGETHER COHERENT THOUGHTS

oh boy i have some sluts in my inbox

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i'm sorry but all of these make me giggle so hard imagining it as the characters, that first one deadass almost made me piss myself, idc who thinks we're stupid af i think we're hilarious

mota as things my friend and i have said on discord p.1

♡ @curtsbigspoon -> p.2

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mota as things my friend and i have said to each other: part two (i think we're the funniests mfs on the planet, i'm so sorry)

➸ @johnslittlespoon for pt.1 (or follow link below) ♡

pt.1, pt.2

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OH THE WAY I AM LITERALLY LOADING SHOTGUN SHELLS TO BLAST MY THROAT RN, WTF??? HOW COULD YOU WRITE THIS AND THEN JUST-

I IMMEDIATELY STARTED BAWLING DOG, THIS MF IS CRACKED, I HATE HIM, I HOPE HIS PILLOW IS SOOOOO WARM TONIGHT (i love him, he is my pookie, he just has me emotionally distraught).

Goddamn I really hope a B-17 takes me out rn.

ANYWAYS. LOL. PLEASE GO READ MY BESTIES NEW FIC. EVERYTHING HE WRITES IS SHEER PERFECTION, IT'S POETRY CARVED INTO EACH OUNCE OF MARBLE THAT'S JUST THE UTTER BEAUTY OF HIS WORDS.

I'D WARN YOU TO BE WARY IF YOU'RE A LITTLE MENTALLY UNSTABLE TONIGHT, BUT I FELT JUST FINE BEFORE THAT FUCKING LINE SHOT ME INTO THE TRENCHES.

I LINK IT HERE, AND I GIVE IT SO MANY KISSES:

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DOES EVERYBODY SEE HOW TALENTED MY POOKIE IS?

LOOK AT THIS SHIT! IT IS EDIBLE!!!

Oh, Gale with that wound is making me feel so many ways...

I hope the fuck sick and nasttyyyyyy

– blue days, all of them gone...

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oh boy i have some sluts in my inbox

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I hope you all know I creamed so hard when Gale shouted go in german, sweet baby jesus mary and joseph, i about saw stars. I heard every national anthem in the world co-existing for one peaceful moment. idk man, something about the raw anger, the grief, the demand, the fact he said it in his enemy's language and not his own.

someone fucking sedate me, nothing good will come from this.

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Crosby-coded tbh

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As you said, and I agree, Croz and Bubbles are definitely sweethearts, the kind of love where people look at them and think “yeah, there’s two idiots in love”. The kind of love where they sneak drunken kisses behind the base chapel on party night and steal each other’s food during breakfast.

Oh boy, here we go...

I think you're absolutely right. It would be that kind of love.

The kind where everyone else just seems to blur when the other is in the room. The kind where no one can make them laugh, cry, feel the way each other can. The kind where they pass little notes to one another during busy work hours, sweet little messages, playful teasing, things that might bring a smile to the others face when work is getting stressful.

The kind of love where they constantly find ways to bring mischief the other. Whether it's yelling something, doing something to their clothes, nudging into them hard as they're about to pass each other just to shove them into someone unsuspecting. They giggle about it together afterwards, hands pushing into shoulders, play fighting until someone gives in, or until that fighting turns to something else.

The kind of love where one person will have the last bite of a treat, and the other will make those puppy eyes until eventually they either give in, or they finish it out of spite, and then the two fall together into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

When they've both had a drink, they saw the sweetest things about one another, even to other soldiers.

"You seen my buddy Bubbles? He's the best goddamn navigator I know, he'll knock your socks off."

"You seen my pal Cros? He's my bestest buddy in the whole wild world, I wouldn't be here without him."

They think it's so funny, telling everyone what great friends they are. Because no one will ever understand how they look at one another out on the fields, when the stars are the only thing lighting the sky, and the breeze is cold but not enough to hurt.

They'll have their hands clasped together on the grass.

They'll lay press their backs to the ground, fingers gently brushing against each other, and then they'll turn, and they'll press their lips just so.

The world collapses with them.

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HEADCANON: Ken’s got crushes on EVERYBODY, because you know, he works on their planes all the time, knows them like the back of his hand, and all the guys know that he’s down bad for pretty much every flyboy, so they heap affection on him. They all love their ground crew chief with all their hearts.

OH MY GOD YES! YOU GET IT!

He's honestly like a little wife to all of them, you know. He doesn't get to go on any of the missions but he's always waiting when they get back, immediately at their side, ready to fix their ships to make sure they're safe for the next one.

It's hard for him to see all the men he's got a crush on coming back injured, or missing, or-

Well, he tries not to think on it, tries to be grateful for those he still has.

They worship him, ruffling his hair, swinging their arm around him, pulling him to them. Sometimes the groups will hoist him up if he's done something particularly impressive or tough. He'll beam, flushing from all the attention, from all the contact.

He's like a little puppy dog, following them around when they're out on base, hoping they'll come visit him, tail practically wagging the moment he spots company.

He gets bashful when they compliment his efforts, knowing it's because he tries his best, but still unable to handle people calling him out on his worth because it gets him so flustered.

They have pet names for him, a lot of the boys will be like: "Oh where's my sweetheart?" "Where's my little Kenny?" "C'mere darlin, did you miss me?" Etc etc

It's meant to just be playful, but it has a real reaction on him. He thinks about it when he goes to sleep, feels how his cheeks warm, already planning out what he'll say in return the next time someone says something like that to him. "Honey, welcome home!" The idea of saying that has him pressing his cheek into his pillow, picturing one of the soldiers leaning down, sweeping him up into his arms like a bride.

He groans from the thought, hating himself for how hot it makes him feel inside his clothes, and then-

Anyways, you get the idea!

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So I already sent one in- But I had to delete my account because something went absolutely hay-wire with it, It's under the same name- But I'm not sure if it'll translate back- But I asked about Crosby anything. I'd bite at the bar of my fucking cage for it. I'm obsessed with Crosby, I'm not sure if you do write anything about him. If you don't, that's completely fine. Just ignore this if that's the case. I've just been dying for any crumbs of Crosby content-

My ask box is otherwise empty so I'm assuming it got deleted with your account. But fear not sweet creature, ask and ye shall recieve!

I did ask my pookie @johnslittlespoon a little about this one, just because as much as I do love cros and do intend on writing him and stuff, I haven't had a lot of chances yet, other than my most recent post where I spoke about him x bubbles as well as him x rosie. But i wanted to deliver still, so I can give you some more headcanons.

Feel free to ask for like more thought out stuff, or snippet things because I will attempt, I just never know what to provide unless someone is specific so forgive me 😭SPOILERS AHEAD BOYS!!!

crosby has always drank black coffee, ever since he got the taste of it, can't stick anything else. the first time bubbles offers to make him a cup he doesn't think to specify, is just grateful enough that they offered. it takes a lot for him to swallow his first sip, tries not to make it obvious, offering a smile and a nod. he's so used to taking sips whilst he's deep in his work that he inevitably winds up finishing the cup. gets up to go and make himself another, desperate for his preferred taste, only for bubbles to spawn out of nowhere offering to get him another one. he tries to politely decline but "i was gonna make myself one anyhow" and now he can't refuse or he'll look rude.

this bit's a tiny bit angsty but after bubbles dies, crosby can't drink the sweet stuff again. he tries to for the very first time after hearing, thinks it'll be something to to keep the memory. but it gets too hard, he winds up being sick, goes back to drinking black coffee because he can't stand the reminder of losing his best friend. well, up until he's deep in work and rosie comes along to see how he's doing, brings him a cup, and it's sweet and he probably drops his face into his hands and gets worked up but- (GUNSHOTS)

this one's especially based on the newest episode but, crosby's used to being seen as more timid right? will immediately stand up to admit when he's done something wrong but before it even gets to that point you can see it eating away at him. he might be able to handle a few comments here and there about himself, never quite willing to turn hostile because it's war, there's worse things happening and it's not worth getting worked up over. but the minute you say a single bad thing about his friends? oh it's over. he'll use his authority, put the fear of god into you, suddenly snap out of nowhere, no a soul can sense it's coming. he means business.

once again talked about in my last post but this man does not sleep, whether it's because of work or anxiety. he probably gets up and paces about, maybe goes to sit outside, goes somewhere, anywhere to clear his head. (angst) but he probably goes somewhere he knows he'll be alone, will talk to bubbles as if he's sitting beside him, laugh about good stuff that's happened, spill his guts about the things eating away at him, referring to fond memories they used to share.