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Gale and John rush into the ER. John's face is bloodied, and his nose bruised and sitting all crooked on his face. Still, he’s grinning, and clearly dazed from the pain, while Gale's blushing furiously, and stammering out an explanation to the nurse. 

"We were, eh, doing some—" 

"He sat on my face so hard he broke my nose," John butts in, slurring a bit, and proudly prods at the swelling forming under his eye. 

The nurse pops her mouth open. "Oh." 

"What happened to the cover story we agreed on in the car?" Gale asks through his teeth. 

"What story?" John asks, smiling dumbly. "Oh, yeah. I think the Ibuprofen is just hitting now, Buck, I can't recall the details. Anyway, honesty is always the best policy."

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I just think gale saying “look at me when I’m talking to you” to john with his deep stern voice would cure my depression

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oh, how the saints

Gale caresses his freshly shaved cheeks with his fingers like he’s relearning his outlines. Bucky stares at him and feels his chest fill with so much emotion it threatens to crack him open. He focuses on willing his mind to believe that this is real; this is what he prayed for nights on end, that even if they were both shot like dogs in the yard tomorrow he still got to see Gale one more time, to lie with him one more time, to feel loved by him one more time, and there’s entire lifetimes in that alone he vows to be eternally thankful for.

i wrote a random stalag reunion piece, no plot just feels, hope you enjoy 🖤

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the hockey season is upon us and it’s only a matter of time i somehow bring that to clegan contexts i’m a simple creature

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Bucky when Gale started teaching at the Stalag: Let me sit in. Pretty please. I will be so good, just sitting in the back. I’ll even take notes if you want. I’ll be so normal about you standing in front of my desk, your crotch at my eye-level. I won’t make a sound when you reprimand one of the other soldiers. Pretty please, Buck. I’ll be so good. You won’t even notice me. I’ll be so normal about you standing in front of the class, explaining algebra so patiently and passionately. Please, Gale.

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the hockey season is upon us and it’s only a matter of time i somehow bring that to clegan contexts i’m a simple creature

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As promised, here’s the photo prompt: Gale in a suit on a bed ✨💀 I loved all your ideas in the chat but here be free free reign for you to take and run as you please!

THIS THIS YES YES

anyways, clegan should fuck with clothes on and they're gonna, I'm gonna make them

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Gale and John didn't have to get dressed up often, and even when they did they would have to wear their dress greens, but there were days where they would have to put on a full suit and tie for the evening.

This was one of those nights, a gala of some sort honoring the veterans that fought in the war, so Gale and John rented tuxedos for the night. Nice, three pieces that hugged their bodies even better than their uniforms. It was a wonder John kept his hands off of Gale for as long as he did.

So when Gale throws himself on the bed, making an obnoxious noise of exhaustion, John finally allows himself to touch.

It doesn't help that Gales also running his hands up and down his body, wrapping a hand around his neck and groaning about how tired he is, needs help taking his clothes off. Which John, of course, jumps on the opportunity.

"Come on, John. Come lie down with me I'm exhausted," Gale groans, and huffs when John dips the bed with his knees.

He brackets Gale's hips with his knees, bending down and placing kisses and bites on the sliver of Gale's neck not covered by the collar of his shirt. Gale huffs, running his hands down John's side and bunching in the material around his hips. He pulls him up until he's breathing over John's lips, making breathy sounds as John runs his hands up to Gale's neck.

"Could barely keep my hands off of you, doll. Fuck, just look at you," John says, pressing Gale's face until it tilts back towards the mirror on their vanity.

It's a delicious sight, both of them fully clothed, Gale clutching at John's clothes desperately while John holds him down, hair already slightly dishevelled from Gale's hands. Gale moans at the sight and looks back up at John, surging forward to connect their lips.

Gale's kissing like he's desperate, immediately fucks his tongue between John's lips and making breathy sounds. John slides his hands down Gale's chest and flips the buttons to his jacket open, pulling Gale's shirt until it's untucked and he can creep his hand underneath to touch the burning hot skin. Gale keens high into John's mouth at the touch, grinding his hips up into John's.

"What do you want darling? Come on, ask for it," John says, groaning when Gale grinds against his hips.

Gale turns his head, hands finding Johns hair as he groans gently.

"Want it just like this, please, touch me John," Gale pleads.

He doesn't seem to know where to put his hands, alternating between shoving them in John's hair and running them down his arms. John eventually takes them and pins them on either side of his head, devouring his lips again.

He shifts his hips until their hips are aligned and he grinds their cocks together, groaning at the added sensation of the clothing on them. It makes Gale moan breathily into his mouth, grinding his hips up off the bed back against John's hips.

"Like this, darling?" John whispers, tucking his face into Gale's neck to press more kisses to his pulse point.

Gale moans high in his throat, nodding and clutching onto John's suit jacket, grinding his hips harder into John's.

They've never done it like this before, John likes to take his time undressing Gale and see him fall apart under his hands, likes to leave marks all over his body so Gale can press his finger into them and be reminded who made them.

But even like this, with only a sliver of Gale's neck visible, John can feel himself barreling towards and orgasm, just from their hips grinding together.

John comes with a groan into Gale's neck, lacing their fingers together as he huffs. Gale doesn't follow too far behind, keening high in his throat, nudging his nose against John's cheek.

"We ruined our suits," Gale mutters, and John huffs out a laugh.

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fully know that i’m in too deep with mota bc it’s getting a little too easy to convince myself these acting choices were intentional like. layer one is callum turner playing besotted bisexual bipolar with the blinding obviousness of led headlights on a dodge Fwhatever but a few layers down from that you have austin butler visibly brooding over what it is to be a man… with other men in his care… the limits to acceptable emotions and masculine expression… repression the likes of which you’d need the jaws of life to expose to sunlight… all this and for what. to make me talk crazy? whatever. whatever

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it really is so insane and gay that the writers made John's lucky token a 2 dollar bill.

Two Bucks

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stared at this for like 5 minutes and now i’m thinking of them like this on another night and bucky realizes he’s been yapping for like an hour and gets self-conscious for a bit about boring gale but when he takes a good look at him he’s starting at him like benny in that first bar scene in bikeriders… he’s silent just because he’s so into him he loves to hear him talk about anything but also he’s not hearing half of it because he’s too lost in Admiring… bucky’s like ”should we call it a night?” and he’s like ”oh… okay.” but just keep staring with this small smile until bucky laughs and grabs his chin like this and gets him off his trance enough to leave the bar at least

i want to write a fic where everyone thinks john’s the one who’s down bad (he is) but no one understands how absolutely shambles in love gale is with bucky. i’m talking sabrina carpenter’s nonsense is playing on repeat in his head. literally just heart eyes and fond smiles and non-stop flirting even when it’s not always obvious to others, always seeking touch- wait that’s just canon my bad you guys

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i want to write a fic where everyone thinks john’s the one who’s down bad (he is) but no one understands how absolutely shambles in love gale is with bucky. i’m talking sabrina carpenter’s nonsense is playing on repeat in his head. literally just heart eyes and fond smiles and non-stop flirting even when it’s not always obvious to others, always seeking touch- wait that’s just canon my bad you guys

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how many hours into sitting there in the algerian heat staring lifelessly at a literal blown-to-bits reminder of his grief did it take gale to realize the answer to a probably not insignificant amount of his problems was to strip + demurely fold his jacket underneath himself and start sunbathing

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i want to write a fic where everyone thinks john’s the one who’s down bad (he is) but no one understands how absolutely shambles in love gale is with bucky. i’m talking sabrina carpenter’s nonsense is playing on repeat in his head. literally just heart eyes and fond smiles and non-stop flirting even when it’s not always obvious to others, always seeking touch- wait that’s just canon my bad you guys

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winters x nixon + invasion of personal space

“From a personal standpoint, I would have been devastated had Nixon been killed. As a leader you do not stop and calculate your losses during combat. You cannot stop a fight and ask yourself how many casualties you have sustained. You calculate losses only when the fight is over. Ever since the second week of the invasion, casualties had been my greatest concern. Victory could be eventually ours, but the casualties that had to be paid were the price that hurt. In that regard Nixon seemed a special case.”

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buck: i’m probably gay but i have a job and also the weight of social norms to deal with so i don’t have time for that right now

bucky: i need you to get more unemployed asap immediately

(at the stalag)

bucky: 👀 babe you are looking so jobless rn

buck: still probably gay but i have 500 mouths to feed and a suicidal boyfriend to deal with so