#harry crosby headcanons

[luminouslywriting]

Hii think you could write something for harry crosby please ?! If not that’s totally Okayy I just love the way you write !!

Nonny, I will try my best haha. I'm not much of a Crosby girl, as @lambcow could tell you (she's heard my rants about him haha). But here you go!

Cut for length, more under the cut, light spice:

-Pre-war, Harry Crosby was a blushing emotional mess about his wife. Post-war Harry Crosby is a man who is devoted to his wife and wants to give so much adoration (some out of guilt and some out of desire and love).

-That being said, he comes home with a lot of confidence and a clear plan for how he wants things to go

-He's big on communication in the relationship and pillow talk is a must

-He's not bad in the kitchen?? He's definitely better at the clean-up aspect of meals haha

-Makes a point to buy you flowers every Friday on his way home from work

-Gets frisky and freaky in the kitchen when you're cooking

-Has a breeding kink and an authority kink

-Loves taking baths with you and getting to lotion you up afterwards

-Would absolutely read to your belly when you're pregnant

-Is big on tradition and the holidays are always accompanied with a party and games

-Is very cheesy and sweet with all of his compliments

-Likes going dancing at music clubs with you

-Also very into going to the theater or the opera with you

-Gets blushy if you tell him that you were talking about him in a sewing circle or a book club

-Gives really good massages

-Quickies are definitely a good fix for him being in a hurry or on the way to work

-Car sex

-Plants you flower that reminds him of you

-Keeps all of your letters from the war in a scrapbook journal and breaks them out occasionally to read them

-Is very sentimental and keeps a picture of you in his wallet

-Is a self-proclaimed fix-it guy who thinks he can handle the plumbing or the roof issues (he cannot, but he tries his best, bless his heart)

-Definitely calls you Mrs. Crosby at every given opportunity

[therealslimshakespeare]

Please accept this as my formal request for the Jean and Croz homecoming headcannons

I’m on my knees

Oh Bee, this would be like unleashing the kraken, taking a wee peak into Pandora’s box- it’s would be mildly catastrophic to my sanity and to the reputation of literature at large but all the same, I’d be delighted to do so. I shall try to gather them into some cohesive and intelligible pile to then inflict upon you.

[middlingmay]

So I've just watched a show that had an accidental I love you.

How do we think the Buckies, or any other MOTA ship, would let an accidental 'I Love You' slip?

For Gale, I think would by when he's sick, injured, or like medically exhausted. Not capable of raising defenses and barely aware of where he is or what's happening. Just that John is there or that he wants him to be there.

For Bucky, I'd maybe say when he's had far too much to drink to try and cope with failed mission after failed mission. And he's just spilling out his feelings, to no one really, just to the air because he does feel something, he does. It's not necessarily a good thing, but he does. But someone hears it anyway.

Maybe Benny confesses into Meatball’s fluff as he's wrestling him trying to groom him.

Absolutely no accidental confession is getting through Brady. Man is a vault.

Crosby is 100% exhaustion or sleep talking, or like a throwaway 'love you so much' when Bubbles (or whoever you ship him with!) is rubbing his back as he throws up.

How do you think they'd confess? Any ideas for anyone else? Ooh what about Marge accidentally confessing she loves Bucky too, or Peggy or Helen?

[bejeweledblondie]

Peggy, The Pin Up

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A/N: I apologize for being MIA I’ve had a lot of very great but time consuming things take over my life! I’ve started a 1940s vintage clothing blog & I’m shocked at how successful it has become. On top of that I’ve got promotions at work & it’s opened so many doors for me. I’m hoping to write a bit more!

Warnings: classic 1940’s sexism, mentions of nudity, female pronouns

Summary: Y/N never expected for her pin up prints to be put out… it causes some disruption on Abbott-Thorpe & one dark curly haired aviator comes to her rescue

It all happened on a Thursday morning at breakfast. Y/N sat there in her crisp white uniform shoveling the chalky yellow substance the army called eggs in her mouth. A dark shadow appeared above her plate & a magazine was plopped down in front of her.

“Don’t even try to deny it, this is you isn’t it?” He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Speechless she looked away & noticed that the Army’s shipment of Esquire hit the shelves. “God who knew? We knew you were a tease, but this is just another level.” He started. “Do you know what everyone says about you?” She shook her head shamefully, lying to herself. She had heard rumblings in the sick bay from time to time. Sometimes while fixing a patients IV bag or a even helping move a patient a hemline might rise causing a stir.

Before the pilot could continue his chauvinistic teasing session she immediately grabbed her belongings & swiftly exited. Little did she know a dark curly haired pilot was watching the torment happen. Due to rank he couldn’t intervene but oh he so badly wanted to bury the man six feet under. He had grown fond of the nurse, she was always so kind with his men. Incredibly soft spoken & nurturing when it came to the care she provided. He had walked in on her reading a copy of John Steinbeck���s, “Of Mice & Men” to the wounded pilots one evening. She didn’t have to do that, she could’ve been out dancing at the Officer’s Club. But she voluntarily chose to stay after her shift to read to them. He could tell the men greatly appreciated it too, it gave them a small window of comfort during an incredibly traumatic moment in their lives.

Douglass, also watching the debacle rolled his eyes & sipped his coffee.

“These men act like they’ve never seen tits before it’s insane.” He scoffed. Rosie almost choked on the toast he was eating.

“I mean some are freshly turned eighteen.” Blakely reminded him.

“Still, this is going to cause a huge fucking problem.” He swore. “Rosenthal, you okay?” Rosie had been staring off into the space during the duration of the conversation.

“Go to her,” Douglass sighed. “She may be oblivious but I’m not. You’ll also want to scoop her before someone like Egan does.” With that Rosie excused himself & started to head towards the medical ward. The sterile white environment contrasted heavily from the drab olive green darkness of the mess hall. Injured pilots laid in beds reading the paper, being fed their morning breakfast, or having their vitals taken. Valerie, a nurse he knew was friendly with Y/N was checking the vitals on a young sergeant.

“Val!” He said getting her attention & started over to her. “Have you seen Y/N?” He asked.

“Yeah, she seemed a bit off,” She started. “She begged Major to allow her to just work in supply today. You might wanna try there.”

“Thank you.” Rosie replied & made his way to the supply room. There she stood sniffling & rolling gauze. Her eyes were clouded with a melancholy look as she completed the mundane task. He knocked on the door frame causing her to look up slightly startled.

“Oh Major Rosenthal it’s you,” She said with a slight tremble in her voice. “What can I do for you?” He cringed at her using his rank, usually it would make his blood pressure rise & heart race. But this circumstance was entirely different.

“I saw what happened in the chow hall,” He started. She’s started to wipe away tears. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.” He said wringing anxiously. She sighed deeply & looked away.

“I’ll be alright,” She stated. “I’m just going to lay low for a few weeks.” It broke his heart to see her this way. She was always a little jumpy & anxious to begin with. This situation just poured gasoline on a oil fire.

“No,” Rosie stated. “You shouldn’t let some asshole make you feel uncomfortable.” She stared him with big wide eyes. “If it makes you feel any better I’ll escort you places.” Her eyes softened as she listened to him. A small crimson warmth crept onto her cheeks at the mere mention of him escorting her.

After a few weeks, the heat died out about the pin up nurse. Rosie & Y/N had become closer over the weeks. His protection meant no one would even try to touch a hair on her head. From lingering touches, longing gazes, & of course Rosie sitting on her nightly readings to the wounded pilots. He (like every man on post who took a liking to her) did keep a copy of the pin up photo.

On missions he’d keep the folded piece of paper tucked into the pocket of his sheepskin. A reminder of what he was protecting & fighting for. His calloused thumb would graze over her innocent smile as he admired the image. Even in his bunk, he’d spend some alone time with it after everyone had fallen asleep. During one night after the pin up photo was brought up by a rookie pilot, & in turn making Y/N uncomfortable. Rosie knew he had to make her see what he saw in the photo. After some discussions with Ken Lemmons, he decided to really make sure he was reminded everyday was he was fighting for.

With hands covering her eyes he directed her to the airstrip.

“Rosie I can’t see!” Y/N giggled, tripping over her own feet. He chuckled at her natural clumsiness. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see, you’re so impatient.” He said. He lead her right up the nose to his beloved bomber. “Okay now you can see.” With the removal of his hands & a adjustment to the sunlight she was staring at herself painted on the side of his bomber. The same pin up that graced Esquire months ago that brought them together. She gasped in pure shock at the artwork.

“Oh, Rosie.” She gasped unable to speak. “Did you paint this?”

“With a little help from Lemmons.” He replied. “I want you to see what I see. A beautiful woman. Do you like it?”

“I-wow,” She smiled. “I love it.” She turned around to face him. He was staring down her, admiring the way the sun light reflected off her hair. He brushed stray strands of hair behind her ear. His hand lightly danced across her cheek bone as he stared adoringly into her eyes. He leaned down & placed a tender kiss onto her lips. She reciprocated & kissed back. Her arms wrapped around his neck & his slowly gravitated to her waist pulling her in closer. After pulling a part they rested foreheads against one another.

“God you have no idea how long I’ve always wanted to do that,” He admitted.

[suraemoon]

MOTA: Post-war

~ Easter Sunday Headcanons ~

🐣: Easter Sunday lends itself so easily to daydreaming about post-war suburban life. Here are some ideas I thought up yesterday of how some of the boys and their families celebrate Easter. I hope you like some fluff. (Bunnies, eggs, and happiness galore)

💛: @precious-little-scoundrel gave me the idea to post these after I was yelling them to her yesterday. I hope you all aren’t Eastered out just yet.

Being some of the earliest birds to the nationwide baby boom due to a four-week New York getaway, the Crosby’s quickly become professionals at the Easter Sunday routine

After an hour of hiding yawns and dozing off while standing in their pews at Easter Sunday Service, all the neighborhood kids show up at the Crosby house for their famous annual Easter Egg Hunt.

As soon as their car rolls into the driveway, Jean and Harry watch in wonder as their crew of excited kiddos doubles, triples, and soon quadruples in a matter of minutes

Hiding spots are determined days in advance and as the years go on, the amount of eggs that Jean has to buy grows exponentially to account for the adopted little bunnies that come strolling by with baskets the size of their whole torsos

Mrs. Jean Crosby puts out chairs and a group of adoring parents get to gradually watch their children grow up before their loving eyes every April

The same toddlers who first waddled around on the newly mowed grass trying to find their footing all those years ago soon become elementary school kids with minds enthralled by the competition

Soon these toothy grinned kids become teenagers who keep the magic alive for the newest toddlers while also taking the time to show the next-gen elementary kids who are the professional easter egg hunters

The Crosby’s haven’t always had the holiday nailed though

One year after much convincing from his wife throughout the whole month of March, Harry agreed to dress up as the easter bunny

When he suddenly stuck his costumed head out from the top of their white picket fence, a church choir of crying and screaming ensued

Instead of being faced with the excited wonder-filled faces that he expected, Harry was met with wide eyes full of terror and dropped jaws full of shock

Children flailed to the protection of their mamas instead of going to hug the famous mascot of the season

He spent an hour going around to every child with his furry head off and shamefully cradled in his hands

apologizing and ensuring that yes, it was just Mr. Crosby, not a giant rabbit who hopped out of nowhere and scared the communion wafers out of them

In his adult life, John Bucky Egan never really cared for Easter festivities up until his eldest daughter was born

When sunny April came around the year that Little Miss Egan turned two, Bucky was excited to take her to the Easter egg hunt ran by the local Church

While the older kids go haywire in their now dirtied church suits and fancy dresses trying to pick up as many eggs as people they counted in church pews just a half hour before, Baby Egan waddles around gently.

Every egg she picks up is taken slowly and carefully from the soft grass beneath her Mary Jane’s, looked at with soft eyes as if being examined and if found fit, is put into her pink basket

Bucky, being impatient and full of excitement for this newly unlocked family activity, sneaks a few extra eggs into her basket to make it look like she has more

His little princess shouldn’t have to hunt for all her own eggs and risk getting her white lace dress dirty anyways

Egan is the only adult collecting eggs with a bunch of random kids. His excuse is that he and his little one share a basket of course. She needs her daddy to teach her how egg hunts are done in order to be better prepped for next year.

The Egan’s aren’t the only ones with a knack for egg hunts.

The Rosenthal children do not celebrate Easter but it does not stop them from showing up to the park’s “Eggstravaganza Hunt” every year

Being the determined little Rosies that they are, they dominate the competition. These kids will have their baskets full to the brim with eggs in a matter of minutes.

You notice a child with a head full of bouncy brown curls, pink cheeks, and grass stained knees run by you? You better hope that your little Bobby can keep up.

Rosie watches on like a focused parent at their child’s soccer game

His children with their chocolate and sugar covered faces furrow their eyebrows and tilt their heads when a random woman with a crying child tells them “Do y’all really need all that candy? Jesus would want you to share, don’t you think?”

The Mini Rosenthals come back home with sugar rushes that can power the whole neighborhood for a week straight

An upside for Rosie and his wife who have to deal with these energized little roadrunners is that the kids crash an hour earlier than usual

leaving room for extra alone time on a cool Sunday night

One easter, Benny Demarco randomly walks through the foyer of his home with a white floppy eared bunny wearing a perfect little bow tie

Is that the one you wore to our date last weekend? His wife can’t help but shake her head at her husband’s audacity as the children gather around their newest sibling with eyes full of happiness

The kids are excited but Mrs. Demarco has to try to put on a smile because “Who the hell is going to take care of that thing?”

Soon enough, a hutch is built in the backyard and more bunnies are added to the family

Mrs. Demarco falls in love and calls them her “bunny babes”

She’s met with a “I knew it was a good idea” from her husband every time she is seen cradling and baby-talking to one of their beloved pets

I mean…they are both major pet lovers. It’s one of the reasons they work so well together. But is one more responsible of the two? Definitely.

The excited squeals of children and adorable nose twitches of cute little bunnies makes it all worth it

The Demarcos aren’t the only 100th household with their own personal Easter Bunny

When John Egan jokingly told his four year old that leaving a baby carrot under her pillow would lead to a special gift from Mr. Easter Bunny himself, he did not expect her to take it seriously.

At midnight, Bucky wakes up with eyes hardly open and gets out of bed with a mission

This annual mission is to tiptoe into his daughter’s bedroom and carefully exchange the aluminum foil wrapped baby carrot tucked carefully under her soft pillow for a few cents from his wallet

As more children are born, the tradition continues

Even future generations of Egans continue to buy bags of baby carrots as Easter Sunday approaches

Not only to snack on them all of Spring Break but also to place one in a sandwich bag or wrap one in saran wrap to hide underneath each child’s pillow

Not necessarily knowing why they’re the only house that participates in this unusual tradition

Not knowing that it started from the unbreaking belief of a wide-eyed four year old and her father who stopped laughing when he realized that he was stuck playing off-brand Tooth Fairy for the rest of his life

Gale Cleven’s household has a more relaxed Easter Sunday compared to the rest

After Church, some Easter themed activities, and a well-needed nap upon arriving home, the Cleven’s go to their garden to plant new flowers

Fresh tulips, chrysanthemums, and pansies are all beautiful, refreshing signs that spring is here

Why do the Cleven’s have such green thumbs you ask? Maybe their blonde hair resembles the comforting sun, the plants can’t help but feel warmth. Maybe their caring blue eyes are as nurturing as water, the plants can’t help but thrive.

They started growing flowers and vegetables in their garden when the first after they bought their house

It was the Clevens’ first step towards making it a home

The flowers represented new beginnings, fresh starts, and growth. Essentials after everything they have been through.

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Hope you enjoyed! Wishing everyone a happy, happy Spring🌸 My first time writing something and posting it in 4 months…ahhhh. There’s more where this came from, my mind just does not stop.

[darkimpala1897]

Buck and Bucky wedding would be pure chaos I'm just saying.

Bucky would walk down the aisle to 20th Century Fox Fanfare, because he's Bucky.

Hambone, and Douglass would do drunk karaoke.

Brady would be the one crying the entire time and I mean the entire time.

Blakely would be trying to sleep with the groomsmen.

DeMarco snuck Meatball in, who ate everything.

Rosie would have the best speech ever.

Crosby would have a drunk speech.

Bubbles would embarrassingly dance around, making everyone question who invited him.

Curt would be spilling all the embarrassing stories, he definitely knocked down either the wedding cake or ice sculpture or both well screaming "I'm Irish" at the top of his lungs.

Dickie is trying to clean up Curts mess.

Quinn lost BabyFace, and Bailey within five seconds somehow.

Winks and Ken are just filming the entire thing.

Kidd and Harding are just old man dancing together.

Helen is wondering why she came.

Sandra and Marge are also questioning why the fuck they came.

Murphy and Fredkin are literally the most chill ones, but Murphy eventually gets so drunk that he starts taking off his clothes.

Smokey is making sure nobody gives themselves alcohol poisoning, he ends up herding everyone home like drunk cattle.

Stormy is just embarrassed to know these people.

Daniels, Jefferson, and Macon were dragged to this shingdig by DeMarco who said "It'd be fun." And fun was one way to describe it.

[spinteresting]

MotA ship headcanons

Who is the jealous type?

Clegan

Bucky is the jealous one. Have you seen his reactions to Marge? Case closed. He gets snarky and begs for attention. Gale shuts down his emotions so hard he wouldn’t know he was jealous until a year later.

Crosie

Crosby gets sporadically jealous. You never know when his jealousy will strike. When he’s jealous he gets flustered and talks too much. Rosie is just not the jealous type.

Dougley

Ev is always cool and collected, but Dougie gets jealous whenever another guy flirts with Ev. Girls he doesn’t mind, he knows Ev isn’t actually interested in them. But if a guy flirts with Ev, Dougie will quickly butt in and stake his claim with an arm thrown over Ev’s shoulder.

Ham x Brady

Brady is the jealous type but he tries to keep it under control. He knows logically that Ham and Dougie are just friends but his primal brain often makes him want to pull Ham away. He doesn’t though.

Do Ham & Brady have a ship name?

[trashbag-baby666]

A series of hs au random HC’s because I don’t know where else to put them! I hope y’all enjoy!!! MOTA Masterlist!

•Hammys favorite snack is Spam

•Gale drives a tan Chevy equinox, it’s a lesbian car he has I drive a lesbian car energy.

•John carys around his ‘murse’ as he calls it. It’s literally just a Nicki Minaj tote bag Gale got him for his birthday.

•what’s in John’s murse? I’m glad you asked!

•He’s got a variety of fidgets, period products, those hard strawberry candy’s, gum, he has like a handful of gel pens in there for some reason, and whatever else the guys ask him to carry lmao.

•When Gale adopted Meatball from the shelter he refused to part with this duck toy. (John named it Gary) but now it’s ratty and has holes and barely any stuffing left but Meatball won’t let them get rid of Gary.

•Gales little sisters, Addy and Zoe are in the same fourth grade class as Curt’s little brother sawyer and Brady’s sister Joss. (The friend group pt. 2)

•John has an excessively large stuffed animal collection.

•Bubbles is a claw machine GOD.

•Bubbles is in Boy Scouts and throughly enjoys outdoor activities.

•Croz…not so much but he comes along because he wants to spend time with his boyfriend.

•Dougie works at a pizza place and says he’s going to play papas pizzeria everytime he goes to work.

•John works at Walmart. I don’t know I can close my eyes and see him in that blue vest.

•He’s seen a thing or five working there.

•Brady and Gale work at a grocery store together.

[curtsbigspoon]

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!

[multifandomlovers]

Headcannon: new replacements coming in after the Munster mission had heard that Rosie's crew had been the only ones that came back. They where intimidated by him, It was only when they met the men that they realised what a nice person he was and not as scary as they thought. With Croz it was the other way around they had not heard much other than he had been there since the beginning. They soon learned that he could have a short fuse, not to bother him with “stupid” questions and that he could be quite intimidating when he wanted to be. (Although for anyone who did not know them well you would think it was the other way around)

[thatsrightice]

Steve Crosby, Harry Crosby’s eldest son, recently revealed in an article that his dad would always cut his hair when he was a kid. And while he did so, he would tell stories of all of his missions.

Now I am imagining that many of the guys don’t like how the barber on base would cut their hair, nor do they trust a barber in London who enjoys taking the piss out of the Americans the entire time they’re sitting in the chair.

Bubbles suggests they talk to Crosby. After all, he’s been doing Bubbles’ hair since an ill-fated haircut of their own after they joined up. They arrange for Croz to cut his hair, despite some slight reservations. Crosby is soft and methodical, seemingly well-practiced with careful hands as he took his time.

It’s not too bad because Croz lets them rant the entire time without judging them, or if they don’t feel like talking he’ll tell stories, which in it of itself is odd considering the guy never tells stories in the Officer’s Club. Though his stories aren’t outrageous or daring, they’re soft spoken yet interesting and riddled with dry humor that can catch you off guard in an instant if you’re not careful.

It’s nice (and the haircut comes out better than they were expecting which is a great bonus)

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Ooh! Ooh! Fic prompt! How Bubbles and Croz became friends/fell in love!

Bubbles had to work SO HARD to make it clear to Croz that he liked him.

It's not that Croz thinks he's unlikable or too dorky to have friends. He's friendly and truly has confidence along with anxiety. But they're in training. And he scrubbed out of pilot training in less than 13 hours (more than some, honestly).

So, like, he really wanted to be ...cool?... enough to be a pilot, but nope. And he'll go for navigator. Sure. He's always been good with math like this.

But also, his ego's a little bruised. He'll be fine, but it makes him more likely to believe the meanest things his brain wants to say.

And, like, he was definitely used as a cheat sheet by some other kids in high school, and the first friend he made in college tried to plagiarize off him.

So, here's this guy who everyone loves because he's a total sweetheart, and he didn't notice Harry at first because Harry's tucked into himself, but suddenly he's talking to Croz and trying to ask him questions about their assignments.

And Croz is just a bit wary. Who is this guy. Where did he come from? What's he trying to get?

And then he sees how GOOD Bubbles is at their exercises, and he's flabbergasted. What's this guy's DEAL? What's he trying to do??

Hey, Croz, you maybe want to talk to your friends about any of this? No? You're just gonna hold all those thoughts in your head and say nothing because it's pretty fucking classic of overthinkers to think no one wants to hear their thoughts.

(Cannot stress enough, this is just anxiety. Lots of people would talk Croz through this a hundred times if he needed it because they love him.)

Anyway, finally, Croz snaps when they get teamed up for an assignment, and he stares at this Joe guy and goes, "Okay. Why are you constantly trying to talk to me?"

And Bubbles just stares and goes, "Um. Cause I like you? You're funny. You're smart. We've got friends in common, and I think you're even better at this math than me. I just think you'd be nice to know."

Crosby's honest confidence comes to the forefront and takes the measure of this guy. "Hey," he says to Crosby's yelling brain. "HEY. THIS GUY SEEMS LEGIT."

And that's it. The "go" light in Crosby's brain snaps on and boom. Instant friendship. It's especially potent because rather than saying, "oooh, that's rough" when Crosby brings up the same lingering thought for a fifth time, he says things like, "Hey, we talked about this. Maybe you need a nap." Or "That's still bothering you? That stinks. You wanna go to a movie?"

Like, turns out Bubbles is just a natural Crosby-distractor. He will offer a diversion to Crosby's loud brain, and it turns out, that's what Crosby needs. Someone who will listen to his irrational fear for the ninth time and go, "Oh, yeah, you mentioned that. Wanna go to the zoo?"

Over time, the lingering thought is that Croz wants to kiss Bubbles. But he can't say that one. Because the person he can say it to who would find a way to distract him is Bubbles. And. Well. He doesn't wanna be distracted like that.

Lucky him, they have a particularly hard assignment one night that keeps them up super late, and Bubbles knows Croz well enough to go, "Your predictions are shit because your brain's elsewhere. What's going on?"

And Croz blurts out, "I keep wanting to kiss you. For. Like. Days. Weeks. Maybe a month."

And Bubbles grins and says, "Oh, hey, I know the fix for this." And they kiss.

[therealslimshakespeare]

🍸 Harry Crosby headcanons

18+ -helluva lot of nsfw under the cut but interspersed with a lotta fluff and domesticity…to me that’s the appeal of this man, cannot be separated one from the other: the unassuming sweater wearing vet at the block party is also a man of hidden depths.

Long promised and woefully incomplete, the word count was getting out of hand so I’m tossing it out, there’s more where this came from. Not edited so, apologies

Entirely co-written by myself and my comrogue @crazymadpassionatelove , enhanced and bedazzled by chats with @ab4eva including special additions from other guests who commented under my announcement post, credit is given at each specific point for their contributions

|screencap cred grabbed from: @hawkinsfuller

First off let me say it’s been ages since I read A Wing and A Prayer. I remember loving it, loving him and I cannot stress how much I respect and admire the real Harry Crosby and his Jean, the Missus of our dreams.

This is purely for fun, a heavy mix of both Boyle’s portrayal and a tad of Crosby’s real life vibes as taken from his accounts by me. Sometimes you gotta take historical figures’ virtues in one area -say navigation and math- and translate it to the more suggestive aspects of life -say, how to find a clitori- *gunshot*

Because this man’s biography is the most oral-leaning, drink-your-respect-women-juice book ever. Ok, almost ever. For a wwii book at least. Uhem so -I am prejudiced, sue me.

See, sometimes it’s the quiet, stressed ones with a self consuming desire to please who have the cozy sweaters and the attentive appreciation for your interests and the stubby fat schlongs and the propensity to keep you in suburban comfort all your days

The compulsive drive to call you “button” and be on time for church and thank you for your scrambled eggs each morning with eager kitchen countertop oral before waking you children up with annoyingly soft catchphrases they’ll recite fondly at his funeral: “rise and shine” etc

Also back to the perfectly respectable schlong for just a moment -This is a Thing! Justice for the perfectly adequate plug stoppers, not everyone needs a rolling pin, who can resist giving head when the head is the same gorgeous color as his lips?!

Mr Crosby is skipping off to lecture college kids about literature post-war with a pep in his step that you put there without fail, you can’t help it, it’s as essential as the matching “his and hers” coffee mugs you bought during your honeymoon

Cookies slightly burned cuz you’re busy as bunnies in the bathroom while the kids ride bikes in the cul-de-sac is a Crosby staple

This is a man who as husband keeps you well supplied with mixers and microwaves and cute little nighties and also loves your brain -SCORE.

Loves to gift you with bath oil and fun stuff to smell good. He's into lavender. It benefits him in the end, loves to sit on the edge of the tub and just talk with you for ages

Croz’s go-to distresser is to have Jean sit on his face until his vision spots

She knows as soon as he walks in the door. Fixes him a Shirley Temple, takes him by the hand to the bedroom and …..boom.

De—stressed

As for the ptsd nightmares? He just barely starts to thrash in his sleep and Jean is rolling that man over and taking matters into her own hands

You’re Jean now, you do realize that don’t you? It was never ever going to be anyone but Jean

This man leaves love letters on your pillow, in your apron pocket, in the dash of your car anywhere at all that you’re likely to be. All of this even though he’s gonna be home by six that evening.

Also, hear me out: lots of evenings he just lays down next to you for ages, facing each other on your sides, absentmindedly mapping your body with his calloused palms and fingering you for ages while talking about Persuasion.

Actually gives a shit about your opinions too, and not in the way of wanting to argue them. When you make a good point his eyes get even droopier and he grabs your neck and…

“You're one smart cookie Mrs Crosby”

“My clever, wise, beloved…”

Honestly though, deep connections and the ability to go vulnerable, and if those moments are often concluded with little laughs to shake off the moment -it doesn’t diminish it

Can actually talk about dying to you, not in a morbidly preoccupied way, but he can face it and admit it and be vulnerable enough to acknowledge the likelihood

Then get on with what needs doing

He appreciates how well you grow to know him, and he in turn makes a lifelong study of you

Also, this man is so highly attuned to your well being.

Yes you have to put up with his stress but for you? He will man-up repeatedly and without thought. He doesn’t even think twice about just up and leaving whatever situation is tiring you. did you see him hop up to get the fuck outta that bar fight? Yeah so, you’re bored? Tired? Stressed? It’s not even machismo it’s just a homebody not giving a fuck with the subtext of “my wife and I would like to go home and read and cockwarm”

Often gives the shiftiest excuses to army buddies and coworkers just to go home and hang with you, swears he has to repair that squirrel feeder -or that an alligator is in his swimming pool, “sorry guys maybe drinks next week”

Don’t tell the guys but…HE PAINTS YOUR TOENAILS

Maybe some of your high school friends snickered about Harry Crosby way back when. Making googly eyes at you and barely getting out the most stammered greetings? Bookish and a little clumsy at times?

Ha, you won in the end

He comes home in one piece, that beautiful schlong still intact

you prayed for that ok?

“Lord keep my husband safe -- and his girthy manhood in tact as well” …for the babies you’re hoping for of course...just that… kneeling in silk pajamas each night, adding this addendum with a blush but was always faithful to keep it in your prayers

Sometimes you have that thought in church as well...so you has to take a couple deep breaths and calm yourself...it's because you want children...not because you’re already so sprung off this man's dick after only a couple weeks of married life.

weeks that feels like a lifetime ago now, by the way

Prim and lovely Jean Crosby staring off into stained glass worlds thinking of having her tight little hole tugged open and her guts rearranged, it’s even worse than her thoughts prior to the wedding, because she’s had the experience, then suddenly it was ripped away

And she’s empty and scared to death for him

She gets asked to sing at the funeral of a lieutenant who never even got off the ground during a training flight,

work and church and such are hopeless distractions

Wanders through the department store wondering if every other wife misses this way, does everyone feel the same primal ache?

Dear Jean Crosby terribly worried she’s a freak yet entirely unrepentant for it

But ya know what’s probably funny? Across the ocean Harry Crosby is sometimes so direly missing his wife in the carnal way that he just about spaces out too, and god knows there’s zero privacy anywhere and the showers are the showers but like???? it’s just a no-go most times and everyone gets very confused when he’s in this mood?? Not at all suspecting baser distractions are what’s at play. Somehow someone figured it out, maybe he actually snapped a little about having five seconds to himself while reading a letter and they’re like

OH

And somehow there seems to suddenly be five minutes or so when NO ONE but Crosby is in the showers?!

It only takes him two minutes to get there but he needs to stand there catching his breath and clutching at his heart while he thinks of Jean sprawled beneath him

This is probably Douglass’ doing? Because he’s a good dude, he doesn’t underestimate Croz AND he’s a dirty little bastard himself

“Fellas, the man got himself a wife while half of you guys are virgins? Of course he has urges?”

In a quiet, rare moment, Gale bends his ear -Harry is so modest and low key...unlike some folks *looking at you Bucky*- “So, uh, where'd ya say you and the missus went off to before ya came here?“

Gale’s gotta casually open the door for this conversation “Lots of good sights to see? I, um, haven't done much traveling myself”

It takes Croz a few conversations until he realizes just what Gale means, until then there’s a lot bewildered eyebrows at the inquiry and bashful appreciation for the interest: “Major Cleven I-I already told you, sir, we had a little cabin in the Alleghenies for a week?“

He's been telling Jean about Major Gale Cleven, about how she'd really like him. Gale is a good fella. He tells her about all their "travel talk"

Until one day Jean writes back: “Oh honey, that Cleven of yours is a virgin”

Whether Harry divulges to Gale anything he learned about ladies in that little cabin in the mountains writhing before a fire on a bearskin rug, that first time Harry actually didn’t stop and ask if Jean was dying every time she made a noise but instead, kept going until her cried properly built and she screamed…

well, it was probably an abbreviated account that mostly consisted of “wives are just wonderful people, Major Cleven” with a far off look in his eyes

Gale leaves him to it after all- Harry was married for like 3 seconds before he left, It's literally either playback of the last horrific mission or thinking of the curve of her spine

He gets the dreamiest look on his face, eyes all shiny, mouth a little slack

Somehow these two can be so passionate and yet it’s so wholesome and good and angelic?!!! It’s the allure of them

Because it’s all in these gentle and safe and good boundaries? Like it isn’t complicated and yet it’s not simple and it’s neither settling nor is it turbulent. something to be said for “doing it right”

They genuinely thank God for each other, they’re so sure it was always intended to be just them

I have 1k of headcanons just for the homecoming ok? Y’all will have to request those separate

But once home:

The eye contact they make at social events?? It’s a whole language, the most loving and adorable thing ever

He may not be a real gem of a singer but he’s an excellent hummer. so much gentle humming around the house while he’s fixing the stove light or rocking a baby to sleep or-

You know what I mean don’t you? Some men can just humm and you’re instantly wet? No I don’t mean humming a Billie Holliday tune

I mean humming when you make a new reaction to his incessant fingering while he’s reading, makes him look away from the page and arch a brow, highly inquisitive puppy dog look on his face, reading glasses pulled down.

*a new spot? After all this time? Must investigate further*

This man, when in his element, is a goddamn tease, he’s impossible, he’s goofy, he makes sex the joyous sacrament its supposed to be every damn time and he ain’t shy to remain stark naked for ages

Praise kink for miles in that, once you’ve praised him, he will keep doing whatever earned it for the next two hours. Brace yourself

He can recite your favorite literature passages (he knows them and took pains to memorize them by your tenth anniversary) when he’s gently plowing you from the back with his hand on your neck and your ear lob in between his teeth

He’s a biter my friends -gotta keep quiet somehow, can’t scar the passel of children y’all made, after all

So many excuses given to kids about “mama and I need to talk about the mortgage” -very rarely is mortgage even thought of once the door is closed and locked

But that brings us back to the early days, it’s one thing to know someone so well after all those years but the early days?

Two Virgins named Jean and Harry went straight from the chapel to fucking like Bunnies before he went to war

Harry had done his research tho. All that reading…

Harry Crosby totally ate his wife out on their wedding night.

even though he’d never really seen a full vagina before

he’s a bit methodical, yeah? At first? with a hint of overly flustered and terribly delighted

So I’m just picturing him like hunkering down there, tentative but firm hands on your thighs: “to get my bearings, honey pie” as he takes in the lay of the land

because there’s a lot happening down there on a lady, ok? -there’s petals and more petals and slippery slopes and little buttons and a tiny hole that has to be for pee, no way he’s supposed to go in that one?! but, but she doesn’t have another? Well the backdoo- no can’t even think of that. Oh god ok, ok, vaginal opening, -I guess that’s a vaginal opening?! and due north, a little button that makes her squeak when I touch it. ok ok, might as well start there…

I can see him with a metaphorical pencil behind his ear, ready to jot down notes

Jeanie finally sighs and grips him by the ears and hauls him up for a kiss and just grinds against him and insists it’s lovely

“just kiss me, silly.” she says to him after awhile.

“Mmm, I do like kissing you, Jean” he grins back

he’s naturally kissing his way to her boobs and staying there a lovely long time but she starts pushing at his dark head, *hint hint* lower down her belly and lower, and lower and he’s so caught up he doesn’t even realize it until there’s a sweet little patch of curls under his chin and he looks up with the oddest expression of curiosity and doubt on his face only to be met with Jean’s expectant eyebrow

She wouldn’t want me to?—-*ah, she just face planted me in pussy, ok then*

Lapping at it with the biggest grin, there may or may not have been some noise complaints

the whole apartment complex just knows he’s a good husband, never would peg him as a stud if you met him in the hallway but, Jean sure takes forever to say goodbye to him in the mornings so he must do something right

All the neighbors just can't help but be happy for those two kids

They cook them food and leave the casserole dishes on the landing so they can savor each other for as long as possible before he leaves

Next Sunday they show up at church like dutiful little Americans and they’ve got hickies everywhere and his cheeks are a permanent pink, Her knees are red and raw under her church dress

I feel like maybe they get a little adventurous as their time together draws to a close? Maybe they break a dining room chair? She's too mortified to put it out on the curb

*saves it for 50 years*

Some of those wedding china ends up in pieces on the floor. Can't explain to her aunts why they don't have a full set all of a sudden

i really hope he never loses that occasional hair trigger premature ejaculation tendency.

Sometimes it even shocks him, “O-Oh...shoot”

The last day together is a dismal and precious night

The poor man probably laid there on her sweaty boobs after blowing his last load with the saddest *fml* face on as he processed it being, indeed, his last

But HOMECOMING!

and now the war is over they can set up house and make babies

A small breeding kink, after all, these men marched home from war and basically were told "get a job and let's repopulate for all the boys we lost!"

It’s so damn primal when you think about it but under the veneer of the starched and polished 50’s

Croz can't think straight in that tight little hole, let alone think of the ramifications of another baby

“Give it to me, give me another, come on Harry, we've got an empty space in the Christmas card anyway, think of it!! fill me up baby oh godddd Jesus bless your pretty dick-*

it’s the most mundane reasons and he still busts a nut like she’s some filthy vixen and not his sweet and slightly too optimistic wife

frantic love making with a sweater and socks still on, too

Jean is a writher because the longer they are married the longer he lasts and soon she’s come and he just keeps going and she cannot keep quiet then and he’s too big to ignore or calm down between, just thick enough to always be tugging just right and she fully sobs from it sometimes

Often she’s trying to cup herself?!? Fully spasming and shaking and curling in but his strong forearm is over her belly and his lips on her ear

This man is a god at spooning sex

she is so cock feral when she falls pregnant it almost alarms him

The books didn't say anything about this?! He's exhausted and dehydrated and his classes are suffering as a result

Wants to ask Egan if he encountered this phenomenon

His war buddies become a new father support group

"Hang in there pal, only three more months"

They’ll be in the kitchen just chatting before dinner, she wants to tease him. Scoops a little cherry pie filling onto her finger. He licks it and sucks it off -- bites the finger too, in the background dogs are barking and kids are running amuck

As the Crosbys you’re in for a life of very benign but nauseatingly idyllic Christmas parties.

Snow globes, y’all

Sweaters, spiked eggnog and very well thought out gifts

Harry is the sort to carry Jean's purse when they are out shopping and she is trying on clothes. He also has no problem going and buying her sanitary napkins at the drugstore when she's on her period, because it's completely normal and there's nothing for anyone to be embarrassed about. Basically, he is just stupidly in love with her. He's like a puppy who will always follow, but she doesn't take advantage of that fact (credit to:@noneedtoamputate)

He is Harry “Have You Met My Wife?” Crosby back home, too, it’s even worse when he gets tipsy and his confidence grows and good luck shutting him up about how beautiful she is

This is the sorta man whose kids only learn Daddy was a goddamn boss during the war when they’re outta college, a very casual “oh yeah, that was sort of a thing, pass the salt.”

It’s canon this man cut his own son’s hair all his little life, propped him up on a little stool in the back yard and got to trimming -some of the only times the boy ever heard of those devastating missions

Imagine? Same man who used to take you out on the porch into the night air and rock against his sweater when you were a baby and wouldn’t settle is the same man who bombed the hell outta Fortress Europe

He’s the kind of man whose kids are so enamored over how both sides of the coin could settle in the same man, they end up making a documentary about him

Now I also need you to think of this man at bath time in the early 50’s -Shirt sleeves rolled up, top two buttons on his pristine white button up shirt popped with a peak of chest hair showing through, his curls getting steamed by his kids bubble baths

He’s got the prettiest slightly hairy forearms, y’all -according to Jean at least

Gives himself a bubble beard to make his kids laugh, will stay on his knees watching them play for ages, fully participating

His white shirt gets fully transparent with all this splashing and Jean has to really keep her mind on what’s next when she can so easily see his hair and pretty little nipples pebbled in a chill under them. Stops her whining about water on the floor in seconds.

Harry’s already hushing her and mopping it up with a towel anyway

The Crosby kids will have memories of their idiotically in love and enthralled parents who loved being parents, wrapping their baby selves snuggly into towels and setting them on the counter and just cracking up over how cute they looked with their chubby and shiny widdle faces poking out of terry cloth

Jean and Harry spend a lotta time doing that, they just love their kids, ok?

Brushing their cute little Croz curls

Jean can’t say no to a single one with their sad puppy eyes their daddy gave them

Sometimes they sit the kids in front of the fireplace (they obviously needed a house with a fireplace after that honeymoon) and line them up. Talk about them as if they aren't sitting right there. "Honey, look at those gorgeous eyes -- and his smile! Oh my, who do these cuties belong to?"

But it’s not all placid domesticity. Picture this:

Crosby with a mega phone, organizes a neighborhood Easter egg hunt. He's in charge, his aviators on, taking this so seriously

There are maps, he’s planned this for weeks, some of those traits and skills he picked up during the war come back at the oddest times

this gets even more intense if any of the war buddies are there

Harry writes letters to them strategizing, they all come and bring their own kids

It makes the local paper for being one of the biggest Easter egg hunts the state has ever seen

Night falls, children fall asleep and there are still some eggs left. Armed with booze and flashlights, the boys go out to collect the rest

Harry and Jean don't collect any though, they end up in a bush necking somewhere

Bucky gets very adamant about finding them and Brady is just as adamantly begging him not to

But Major Egan cannot be stopped, he rallies his men, hopping on the kids’ bikes and scooters

Everyone heckling each other in the dark suburban neighborhood

"Ya lost your touch Buck, keep up will ya?"

They all end up in a schnapps induced heap in the Crosby's backyard, long limbs all folded up on too small equipment

Jean and Harry leisurely stroll back up the street under lamp glow to their house where everyone is feral and collapsed and calling loudly for their hosts

Sharing soft little smiles and picking twigs out of each others hair

They tuck these idiot men in on the couches and floor, blankets, sleeping bags and dogs

Hear me out: Jean is the only human able to talk a belligerent Bucky out of his thirtieth beer

She has that sweet way about her that makes every person wanna be a better man for her

When he finally gives in and throws his arm over her little shoulders and swears she’s a good woman, Harry is there with the pan and the aspirin and the blanket

She makes them all the most perfect hangover breakfast the next morning, gingham checked apron stretched over swollen belly

Harry nuzzles her belly when she stops at his plate to dish up the eggs

Everyone wants to gag over how perfectly content these two are but that would be a waste of the best breakfast in the USA

And if Jean happens to make the best baked goods on the block - Croz is making sure everyone knows just who’s muffins those are on the bake sale table. Or if she wants to pursue a career or education? Harry is her biggest cheerleader, doing anything and everything to support her and being sure that everyone knows how incredible she is at what she does. (Credit @blurredcolour)

They may be the sweater wearing, block party and Sunday school couple but don’t think anybody gets away with being snide to Mrs. Jean Crosby -there will be comeuppance, even if it’s just an exquisitely literate verbal evisceration.

There's even more often a roaming band of local kids who kick the shins of everyone who's mean to Mrs. Crosby, because she gives them sweets and feeds them when they're hungry and cleans up their scrapes when play gets too rough and -if Mr. Crosby hands out a comic or two to the boys that "accidentally" tripped some bloke who was harassing his wife, well. All is fair in love and war. (Credit to @promptedwordsmith)

When in the summer of 49 the Crosbies get a swimming pool dug? It might as well be considered public property.

not just the kids who are attached to the crosbies, though. your home is a constant revolving door of visitors - including a bunch of ex-servicemen. if it's not bucky lounging in the pool, or rosie painting the fence in his shirtsleeves because he wanted to be helpful, then douglass is smoking a cigarette in the yard while trying to make you laugh. ev is asking harry to show him how to read this goddamn map bc they're supposed to be taking a trip to the grand canyon in a month, and bubbles is over for dinner every other night. even brady sometimes shows his face, if only to carp at harry for getting them lost over france that one time while working the barbecue because you asked him to. when you and harry bought the house with an extra room you weren't sure you would ever use, you didn't expect it to be occupied as often as a popular hotel. if anyone ever had any bad intentions toward the crosbies, they're definitely rethinking it. those that don't...well. being in the air corps teaches one all sorts of creative ways of getting back at people. (Credit to @fidelias)

Imagine all the different skills the Crosby kids (_and their neighbor friends who never seem to leave_) learn from these guys?

“Oh yeah, Bucky Egan taught me how to swim while wearing his aviators…”

In other words:

Harry Crosby went home and built himself a little Norman Rockwell Camelot and then opened the doors of the kingdom to his buddies and -that’s as it should be.

And that’s not even mentioning how the Air Force and the CIA walked up to his front porch and interrupted a backyard ballgame to ask him for his help

It sucks to be super smart and needed when all ya wanna do is teach literature, go camping and help keep the church life going

But still

Jean sure looked good in Pakistan, the kids enjoyed a new culture and Harry likes to say he may have done some good

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MASTERS OF THE AIR MASTERLIST

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Masterlist

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Band of Brothers Masterlist

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Updated 12/26/24

John Brady:

Brady and Pregnancy Headcanons

Clair de Lune Baby Drabble

John Brady Dilf Drabble

JB w/a girlfriend who gets turned on by his strict attitude

Fights with John Brady + Makeups

Brady with a handsy lady

Brady dating a woman on base

Brady when he's injured

Brady with a woman easily turned on

Brady being involved in your hobbies

Jealous Brady

Brady w/a secret admirer

The Snow Stork

Car Sex With Brady

Domestic John Brady

John Brady & Serious Arguments

Brady Being Turned On by Angry S/O

How John Brady asks you to be his girl

Brady when his S/O gets injured

Brady and a religiously interested S/O

Going Dancing With John Brady

Brady and an out of wedlock pregnancy

Brady’s first time

When You Make the first Move

John Brady & Brat Taming

Brady w/DeMarco's Sister

Brady and a Breeding Kink

Gale Cleven:

Pregnancy and Domestic Headcanons with Gale

Kitchen Sex w/Gale

Being Gale's first

Domestic Gale Cleven

Gale Cleven & Spankings

Bucky Egan:

Bucky coming home to you wearing his jacket

Bucky being involved in your hobbies

Bucky w/an anxious SO

Bucky and a reader with a panic attack

Bucky and a physically insecure reader

Domestic Bucky Headcanons

Bucky as a brat tamer

Robert Rosenthal:

Rosie is Clearly Wendy Material

Rosie & Brat Taming

Rosie & Kisses/Affection

Rosie and a weekend away

Rosie and teasing

Being Rosie’s First

Domestic Rosie

Rosie and his authority kink

Rosie and massages

Rosie Being Teased

Rosie with a tipsy/giggly/touchy girl

Rosie's handsy lady

Rosie When He's Sick

Rosie & A Jazz Club Singer

Rosie & A English Girl

Rosie & Cuddling

Rosie after a long day

Ken Lemmons:

Ken Lemmons and his wife

Ken Lemmons and an S/O w/high libido

Everett Blakely:

General Relationship Headcanons

James Douglass:

General Relationship Headcanons

Douglass & Blakely:

Throuple Headcanons

Hambone Hamilton:

General Relationship Headcanons

Hambone and Dirty Talk

Harry Crosby:

General Relationship Headcanons

Bubbles:

General Headcanons

Charles Cruikshank:

General Headcanons

Curt Biddick:

Falling in Love With a Nurse

General MOTA Headcanons:

MOTA Men W/a Single Mom

MOTA men + hobbies

MOTA men w/ a shy and anxious S/O

MOTA Men when their S/O tries a new style

MOTA Men when their S/O tries a new style part 2

MOTA Men & The RAF Pilot Incident

MOTA Men & Spicy Letters

MOTA Men As Dads

Married Life W/Lemmons & Hambone

MOTA Men & Pregnancy

MOTA Men & Infertility

MOTA Men & Infertility Part 2

MOTA Men Taking Care of You When You're Sick

MOTA Men When Their S/O Has A Tattoo

MOTA Men w/a tomboy S/O

MOTA Headcanons in the Modern Age

MOTA Men w/Relationship Issues

MOTA Men w/A Girl Who Lost Her Eye

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Masters of the Air x Headcanons

how they are as first time dads x female!reader

Warnings: just cute fluff, mentions of pregnancy, historical inaccuracies Word Count: 1.4k

John "Bucky" Egan:

When you told Bucky you were pregnant, he picked you up and spun you around, kissing you passionately.

Bucky calls multiple times a day while he is at work to make sure you're okay or if you need anything. He also drives and goes with you to every doctors appointment.

He can't take his hands off your growing belly and loves feeling the baby kick.

Bucky cuts out newspaper ads with baby stuff in them to buy, and spends a lot of late nights putting together the nursery so you don't have to.

He is nervous when you go into labor, the doctors insist you are in great hands. Bucky cries when he sees you and your little one after the birth.

He couldn't believe the little miracle the two of you created; the baby looks like you and has his nose. Taking the tiny baby in his arms, he whispers, "hi little one. it's me, your dadda."

He likes to wear clothes that have the same colour or patterns as the baby so he can match.

The moment he gets home, Bucky's in dad mode taking care of your little one so you can have a break.

He tries to get your baby to say "dadda" first.

He is very goofy and is always singing and dancing around the house. It always makes you and your little one laugh. There's never a dull moment in the Egan household.

Bucky loves when you visit him at work because he can show your little one the airplanes he flies around in.

He teaches your little one (and future kids) to play baseball, and make sure you all go to watch a lot of baseball games together.

Bucky is a dad who is filled with words of encouragement and will teach your little one that it's okay to make mistakes. He'll say, "hey, that's okay. we'll get back up and try again."

Your little one has many playdates with Marge and Buck's kids.

Also, Bucky is 100% the type of dad who would proudly wear his daughters hair bows in his hair and not care what anyone says.

Gale "Buck" Cleven:

You surprised Buck with a present on the bed after he came home from work. He opens the box to see a baby blanket and little onesie with a note saying: "i can't wait to meet you, papa"

He was speechless at first and couldn't believe what you were saying, before saying, "this is amazing, we're having a baby!" and gives you a big hug and a sweet and passionate kiss.

Buck doesn't want you doing any heavy lifting around the house while pregnant, so he gets Bucky to help him build the nursery furniture while you supervise.

He is very sweet and caring. He likes to come up behind you and gently lift your swollen belly from underneath, to relieve some pressure.

Buck is at every doctor's appointment and makes sure you get the best care possible when you go to give birth.

Buck has a smile from ear to ear when he sees your little one sleeping peacefully in the bassinet beside your bed.

He's afraid to pick up the baby, but you give him a few pointers and he whispers, "like this?" You nod, as he got the hang of it fairly quickly.

Buck is a very easy going and hands on dad. He loves doing the dirty work like changing diapers and wakes up during the night whenever your little one cries. He'll wake up multiple times a night if it meant you got a good sleep.

He reads books or tells stories to your little one when he gets home from work.

As your baby falls asleep on his chest, he will slowly sway back and forth around the room like he is slow dancing.

Meatball is protective of you and your little one when Buck is at work. He likes to sit on the front porch and watch the neighbourhood. Your little one likes to crawl around chasing after Meatball.

Your kid has a lot of playdates with Bucky and his family.

Buck likes to make pancakes for breakfast on Sundays. He'll hold your little one in one arm while flipping pancakes with the other hand, and narrate what he's doing.

Harry "Croz" Crosby:

You didn't want to set up the nursery until Harry came home from the war, so you just put all the baby things you received in the nursery and closed the door.

Harry thinks he's going to miss the birth of your first child but ends up making it home just in time.

He is very nervous to become a dad for the first time as it is uncharted territory, and he didn't think he would be very nurturing towards a baby after what he saw in the war.

That all changed the moment your little one was earth side. Harry became one proud papa looking at the precious bundle of joy in the bassinet with ten little fingers and ten little toes, and had the perfect mixture of the two of you in their features.

Harry stays up all night building the nursery furniture to surprise you, so that way you could decorate it together.

The first time Harry ever changes a diaper, he throws up a lot due to the smell, but eventually gets used to it.

He tried to plan your baby's schedule down to the second like how he used to plan navigation routes, realizing quickly that baby's work on their own schedule for the first while.

He is a very involved dad, and always got you whatever you or the baby needed.

He made sure you slept when the baby slept, and took over all of the house work because he didn't want you to lift a finger while recovering.

Your first outing together as a family of three is to a jazz bar where you meet up with Rosie.

Harry loves to push the baby carriage and hold your hand when you walk together. Harry is a very involved dad and has a lot of love to give.

As you fed the baby before bedtime, Harry loved to read bedtime stories to them.

When your little one is a bit older, Harry gives them the lucky snow globe he received from his friend, Bubbles, and explains the importance of it. Your child places it front and center on the bookshelf in their room.

Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal:

He is over the moon with joy and excitement when you tell him you're expecting your first child together. He smiles ear to ear and begins to pepper your non-existent bump with kisses, making you laugh.

He asks lots of questions about your pregnancy and what to expect, and is by your side at every doctor appointment.

He asks his good friend, Harry Crosby, for dad advice since Harry and his wife had their first child a year ago.

Rosie helps you put together the nursery, and surprises you with a painted wood airplane mobile to hang above the baby's crib.

You were afraid to give birth by yourself since Rosie wasn't allowed in the room. He assured you that everything would be okay.

He couldn't believe his eyes when he walked in the room to see you holding two little bundles in each arm.

The both of you were shocked and excited to have twins.

Rosie is a very hands on and patient dad. He takes some time off work so he can help you with the babies, which you were so thankful for.

Each time the babies wake up during the night, he'll wake up with you because you're a team.

When he cuddles with the twins, Rosie loves to read to them different types of books from children's books to classic literature.

He is a huge fan of jazz music, so he starts to introduce your little ones to his favourite musicians (and yours) very early on.

The first (and last) time he shaved off his moustache, the twins burst into tears because he looked like a stranger.

You and Rosie witnessed the twins first steps together. Rosie was so excited he picked them up and danced around the living room cheering.

The twins have a lot of playdates with Harry's son, giving you and Rosie lots of time to visit with them.

You take family trips around the states visiting national parks, and take them to artsy places in New York.

When the twins are older, they like to steal Rosie's housecoats and run around the house with little moustaches drawn on their faces yelling "we're just like daddy!"

Authors note: I loved the Masters of the Air series and can't believe it came out almost a year ago. I've had this in my drafts for a lonnnnng time now, but I hope you enjoyed reading it regardless.