#i can imagine croz saying the things in the post to himself

[kafka-ohdear]

mota + tumblr posts (because i'm bored 1/?)

[bcolfanfic]

spare...spare more details about young vets curt and ken becoming parents?

yesss. have been meaning to!

they both know somewhere in their heads that they want kids, but curt esp kinda talks himself in circles about it.

grew up in a very chaotic home with an abusive father and similar to gale he just has a lot of "what if i turn into my dad" anxiety

they go the surrogacy path and i don't think i ever actually pinned down *why* but. i think it would make sense if they had an almost-adoption fall through and were just...a little too rattled by all that to potentially put themselves through it again.

re: parentage they do the thing talked about in this article where they both ~donate~ and it'll work out however it works out. neither of them have super strong feelings about it either way so whatever happens happens (:

and it happens that (a) the embryo that ends up getting transferred is curt's bby and (b) it splits (: surprise twins (:

lmfao both boys about hit the floor when they get that news. curt goes full pale as a piece of paper mode and almost passes out and ken is just kinda. standing there in shock.

it's silly but i loveee the idea of them pulling something like in those viral videos from over the years ie not telling anyone outside of maybe curt's mom that its twins until the babies are born.

gale and bucky facetiming to see them and going gaga over curt w/ one lil baby but then oh hi ken- wait why do you have a baby too????

bucky lossesss his mind lmfao. in a very affectionate way but. can't belieb it. remembers all the shit him and curt got up to in tech school and when they were both enlisted and god now both of em have kids??? crazy stuff!

the girls are named meadow and bry/bryony. meadow after the sopranos (curt's choice) and bry to stay in line with the naturey theme (ken's choice)

by this point ken's kids soccer coaching thing manifested itself into a full time elementary/middle school athletics department job. so he does that, and curt still does the personal trainer thing but he works for himself so he can schedule around staying home with the girls when they're itty bitty.

was so scared shitless of being a dad after his own childhood, and hell after all his shit from the war too. which seeing john with josie and micah helped him push past in a lot of ways <3. because if john can overcome and be *such* a good dad, hey maybe i wouldn't be terrible at it.

but he loves those girls so so much. has a lot of moments just lookin at their lil faces and hearing them following him around the apartment and getting all (,: because he can't believe they're his.

meadow ends up verrry much like him and bry like ken. they try to put *both* girls in soccer when they're little which bry takes to like a fish to water. but meadow just kinda plops down in the grass and cries lmao. bless her heart.

they're both *such* good kids too which makes em laugh sometimes because curt was...a handful and a half to the extent that he was worried he might get some karma thrown his way for that.

his mama kinda ribs him about it and says the lord gave him a pass on that because he's been through enough.

well at least until meadow and croz's oldest boy jj get involved which causes soooo much drama but. that needs to be its own separate post. (tldr: she's a senior in college and he's 29 pushing 30 lmao it's only like an 8 year age gap and rationally perfectly fine, but curt as you can imagine is um. not of that mind at first lmfao jj run!!!)

ken is such a good dad too. never in a billion years imagined back when him and curt first got involved that *this* would be their life but he's so happy. is such a jabberbox when he first goes back to work tellin' everyone everything and showing them pictures.

[bitchsister]

if you're doing prompts can we pleaseeee get a Yoyo's Version of "i follow you, curt" pretty please 🥺❤️ as in what do you think he meant? what's the backstory there? curt/buck is just ripe with potential and i fear we as a society aren't paying enough attention... love u xoxo

Ohhh absolutely.

I believe this specifically originated in one of Bucks inaugurations into the CurtBucky Love Bubble. Not to say Curt and Gale didn’t have a love on their own — they certainly did, but in every scenario I imagine, I envision Gale looking from the outside in, silently seething with a burning, itching desire he could never quite put his finger on until it came to him.

(Btw omg I think tumblr wants to drive a wedge between us because I have been practically banned from making comments on ANY OF YOUR POSTS. I love u more)

Gale had been doing well, by his terms.

He woke up early, even on days when missions weren’t to be flown. He dressed himself, he did his hair, he showered when he could muster the courage to stand stark naked beneath a freezing cold shower head outside behind rows of rickety stalls that hardly covered the things they were there to conceal.

What on earth was the goddamn point?

“This is just bullshit.” Curt mumbled, only the top of his messy brown hair and his eyebrows peeking above the plank between them where he stood on his tiptoes to look over at Gale, who’d settled on a shower one down from him.

He used urinal rules when picking a shower stall — leave at least one in between as a buffer, or else.. Well, actually, Curt would have never really minded if Gale had picked the shower beside his.

It’d save him from standing on his tippy toes just to speak to him. “Why’d they make these so tall? I wanted to watch Bucky.”

Bucky had been playing poker with Croz beside a little miniature bonfire nearby.

Curt wouldn’t be able to see the cards, but he’d see Bucky howl and slap them onto the table, jumping up and down like he’d won a lifetime supply of Lucky Strikes, and not a poker game where the only wagers were Croz’s lucky Coca-Cola bottle opener and Bucky’s folding comb, which was engraved.

Until the daybreak, and the shadows flee away.

He never understood what that meant.

“��Course you wanted to watch Bucky.” Gale chuckled, shivers drawn down his spine when a gust of wind blew over the base, sand brushing his cheeks and sticking there.

Curt had been straining his toes, forearms hooked over the stall between them to look over at Gale.

“Would ya rather I watch you?”

No.

Wait. Yes.

Absolutely.

Gale huffed softly and cupped his hands to gather water in them, splashing it onto his cheeks. It helped to cool the burning, but not the shade of pink they’d gone. “That don’t look so easy all the way over there.” He turned to look at Curt, licking his lips that had been dripping with water still half-frozen.

His hair, those blue eyes and the arms that held them up had disappeared momentarily, only to materialize right in front of Gale instead. “What about here?”

Gale blinked slowly, eyeing Curt, just like he always did, but in a new light that time. The hair that had yet to grow on his chest, the flush of pink that painted his skin, despite the way he should have shivered.

“Dunno. How’s the view?”

Hooting echoed in the distance.

Bucky had won the bottle opener, and kept his folding comb, too.

“Better?”

Curt rolled his neck. “I don’t mind it.” He drawled, his eyes casting their gaze over every inch of Gales body — it wasn’t often they’d come that close, especially not so naked. “Do you think we could go back to the tent, Buck?”

It wasn’t safe for Curt to be in Gales shower and they both knew damn well coming up for a lie as to why he was would be almost impossible.

“I follow you, Curt.”