#the cleven family

[dearjohnegan]

Gale’s Parents-(MOTA hs au)

Mary Cleven,

Gale really got his natural sense of taking care of others from her. She always put Gale and his sisters first growing up. She’s a divorce lawyer and owns her own firm with her husband. (Cleven Law) they keep plenty busy. Unlike her husband, she’s less about upholding the Cleven appearance. She just wants her kids to feel comfortable and safe. She could tell exactly what was going on between Gale and John long before they knew themselves. Mary always has seen John as a second son, he’s always over. She knows all of his favorites and his safe foods. She keeps the fridge stocked for him. Mary tends to be the one that the guys go to for advice, she’s level headed and judgment free. Bonus, she gives the best mom hugs.

Saul Cleven,

High profile criminal lawyer, very much a high in demand lawyer. He’s best the in Cheyanne, which brings some downfalls. He tends to bury himself in his work, pulling long nights in his home office. Gale very much gets his work ethic from his father, to say the least. However, he does have a bit of a goofier dad side to him when he lets the lawyer facade fall. He writes daily jokes for Addy and Zoe to pack in their lunches. He loves Gale a lot but both have a hard way of showing it for each other. As Gale has gotten older there’s been a strain in their relationship, even if it wasn’t intentional.

But he did implement into Gale at a young age that boys don’t cry. He’s the one who wants to hold up the Cleven image. Causing disagreements between the two, (i.e. political disagreements, Gales love life, his grades and school work.) look, Gale just has a hard time saying no.

[trashbag-baby666]

aside from the serious which I am not. Saul Goodman is Gales dad face claim in the hs au, his parents are lawyers. His dad like a high profile case working criminal lawyer. So whenever any of the guys do illegal things they're like "We'll just call Saul Cleven"

[meyerlansky]

did a little findagrave/ancestry digging and putting what i found here for my own reference/characterization, but if anyone else finds it useful, have at it:

curt had three younger sisters, and the closest to him in age died at age 2, when he was 3, and a brother five years younger than him; his mom survived him but his father died when he was 11. he's also the oldest of the three flyboys, born in april 1915. i personally am using the nyc adaptational change, but historically he was already out in san francisco by 1928, and the 1930 census lists him living with his aunt and uncle. so that's. interesting. 🤨🤨🤨

bucky had one older sister and one younger sister [*farquadpointing.png* MIDDLE CHILD!!!]; his mom also survived him and his father died in '42. born in sept 1915, so five months younger than curt, three years older than gale.

gale had a younger sister but it's a ten-year gap so imo he was a Functional Only; both his parents were alive through the war, no idea if the abusive-dad stuff is adaptational or based in reality but like it informs the adaptation characterization SO MUCH that one can't really ignore it and therefore it kinda doesn't matter! the babiest, born in dec 1918.

[therealslimshakespeare]

Saw your ask about Gale not having siblings and he had a sister named Doris! Who lived in Dallas and had a son! She's mentioned in his obituary

Oh truly?! How grand, thank you so much for coming to the rescue, this is lovely to hear! Catch me fumbling 😅

[imasexypotato]

PART 2 OF MoTA TWINS AU:

Elvis and Gale stare at each other for what feels like hours.

Gale can't wrap his head around what his eyes are seeing. How is this even possible? This...this doppelganger in front of him can't be real.

And yet.

"Who..." He begins to say as the man before him says the same.

"Who are you?" The dark haired man says in turn.

Gale squints as he watches him. He had a thick southern drawl when he spoke. But apart from that....his voice was quite similar to his own.

"My name is Major Gale Cleven, and you are?" He replies immediately.

The man in front of him straightens up. "Major Elvis Presley, it's...uh...nice to meet you?" He sounds doubtful.

Gale watches him for a moment. He lets down his guard a little. He takes a step closer. Slowly. The way a trained professional would approach a wild beast, trying not to spook it away.

"I thought the others were just messing with me, telling me I had a long lost brother somewhere on base..." A look of recognition crosses the man's eyes. Gale sighs and nods.

"They've been telling you too, right?" The man nods dumbly. Gale smiles. "And you thought they were joking?" He asks. The man nods again.

"Thought they were just messing with me, 'cause I'm new..." he mumbles. Gale can't help but chuckle.

"Can't blame you. They tend to mess around. And, it's kinda hard to believe..." Gale doesn't quite know how to put it into words. This whole situation sounds like something dropped straight out of a found family movie.

"...That you have a long lost twin that you thought was dead, only to find out he was well and living all this time?" Elvis blurts out suddenly.

Gale can't help but frown. Dead? "I...look, I don't know how...I didn't even know...how are we even....?" Gale can't get his thoughts in order. It just doesn't make sense. He looks up at Elvis.

"Dead, huh?" Is the only thing that leaves his mouth. Elvis frowns.

"Mama told me you died before you were even born. I never doubted her. Had no reason to think she'd be lying." He says honestly. Gale nods. And then he shakes his head. It's all confusing.

"My parents never even told me I was...they didn't tell me I was adopted. I had no idea I had a whole other family. A sibling. A brother..." He sighs out.

"A twin brother at that..." He looks up at Elvis, he looks nervous, like he's afraid of what Gale's reaction might be. Like he'd be anything but happy. Gale smiles gently.

"I mean, look at you! You look just like me." That statement snaps Elvis out of his skittish stance. An indescribable look crosses his face.

"More like you look just like me!… except for the...hair." He looks at Gale's head for a moment and then tilts his own to the side.

"How the hell are you a blonde? Mama and Daddy both have dark hair, and look at me, hair as black as ink. But you, your hair looks as yellow as the sun kissed hay fields near our old house." He stares at gale in wonder.

"My mother was a blonde. So I just assumed I took after her. I guess that was wrong. They must've picked me cause I looked like them." He said softly.

"I can't believe they never told you, that you were adopted." Elvis scoffed. Gale gives him a pointed look.

"I can't believe your mother told you I was dead." He says with a deadpan tone. That makes Elvis stop for a moment.

"Our mother" He says with a pause of consideration.

Gale shakes his head and looks at him with a glint of annoyance. "What kind of a mother throws one kid to the side, and then lies about it to the other?" He says casually. Elvis freezes. He seems to retreat into his own mind for a moment.

"Look, I know it sounds bad, but I'm sure Mama had a good reason to...she had to have known something. There's no way she'd have given you up. Not for all the money in the world." Gale finds that hard to believe.

He has so many questions, and he can tell Elvis has the same. He thinks for a moment. What do you say to your new twin brother?

"So, who's older? You or me?" Elvis perks up at the question. "You, I suppose. Mama said you where dead before I came along..." He frowns as he starts to spiral into his own thoughts again. Gale grins.

"Thought as much, I always new I'd be an older brother, a role model to look up too." He says teasingly. Elvis scoffed.

"Older by a few minutes only!" He says indignantly. Gale can't help but smile. "Still older, though." He teases.

"You may be older, but you're also shorter." He bites back. Gale's takes him in for a moment and realises he's right. He's a few inches shorter than Elvis. He glares for a moment and Elvis glares right back.

After a moment of silence, they both burst out into laughter.

"Man, there's so much I wanna say to you, I don't know where to start." He confesses. Elvis shrugs and looks up at the sky. Gale notices that his eyes are a little wetter and shinier than before. He doesn't mention it.

"From the beginning, I guess." He replies after a while.

They stare at eachother for another moment, still processing their situation. Gale nods.

"Alright then. Walk with me. What do you wanna know?" Gale asks. Elvis walks next to him as they stroll back to the barracks.

"Tell me where you grew up! Tell me about how you grew up, I wanna know everything." Elvis beams. Gale nods.

"Well, it wasn't a great childhood, but I'll tell you anyway, you alright with that?" He asks, just to make sure. Elvis nods once more. Gale concedes.

"Where to start, let's see. I grew up in south Dakota, thought I was born there, but I guess not." He starts as he looks at his brother. Elvis nods along as they walk.

"We never moved from there, father has a decent job and my mother...." He starts to talk about his past. Elvis quips in every once in a while.

They walk and talk and get to know eachother a little better. They're so lost in conversation, they don't notice the people around them. Whispers and smiles. People running around to spread the news.

The two brothers had finally met.

By the time they get back to the barracks, they're laughing at embarrassing childhood stories they can remember.

"How the hell did you get your head stuck in the fence?" Gale asks as he chuckles at his brother's wild boyhood retellings. Elvis simply shrugs and laughs.

"I couldn't tell you if I tried, one second I'm running down the side of the hill and the next thing you know, boom! Head in the fence." He says. Gale laughs once more, the image of a young boy coming into his mind.

"Now that makes no sense, I mean-" before he can continue, a loud noise can be heard by the entrance to the barracks. They both turn at the same time, to see what all the commotion is.

At the door, Gale can see John, Curt, Crosby, bubbles, Rosie, and a few others watching them with wide smiles. Gale shakes his head.

"Don't say it Bucky." Gale warns him as he watches John open his mouth. John hesitates for a moment, then grins.

"I told you so." He replies.

Gale looks up at Elvis, who's grinning down at him. He shakes his head once more. The others start to swarm them. Asking questions, poking and prodding for answers.

There'll be time for that, Gale is sure. He watches as the others tease Elvis, pulling him into the barracks. He watches them leave and chuckles. He turns to the side and sees John watching him.

He tilts his head to the side, questioningly. John simply shakes his head and winks. Gale feels his face warm up as John gets closer and wraps his arm around his shoulder. He leans in to whisper in his ear.

"I told you you had a twin, you think I'd lie to you?" He says softly against the shell of his ear. Gale closes his eyes for a moment.

"You've been known to tease, and tell a little white lie." He answers. John smiles and pulls him closer.

"Have a little faith, Buck." He says as they walk to their quarters. Gale sighs and smiles.

"Don't count on it."

[evita-shelby]

In the modern au of Paper Moons Diane shocks everyone (especially tommy shelby) by being in a throuple (or a polycule if i decide to include Marjorie Cleven) with both Buck Cleven and Bucky Egan

[alabamasweettea]

soooo they're brothers

Callum Turner & Austin Butler in Masters of The Air (2024—)

[sansaorgana]

Can you write a Buck x innocent reader? Not smutty but maybe Buck finds it endearing how innocent she is?

hiii, thank you both for the requests! this story is the longest one [almost 5k words xd] out of all those "short fics" 😂 because I decided to go somewhere else with the plot this time... 👀 the Reader finds Buck hiding in her barn after his plane was shot down but I don't specify what country it is exactly (one of the occupied ones) 💝 she is sweet and innocent and shy and she saves his life so, like, how can he not be crazy about her? 😁

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

The sound of the American and German planes above you was common these days but it terrified you each time. Living in the countryside had many privileges – like being away from the main bombing targets – but it also could get dangerous when the burning planes would fall down from the sky. Your father was standing outside and watching them carefully, making sure they weren’t coming too close because you’d have to evacuate quickly if they did.

You were standing inside by the window with your mother – both scared and hoping it would be over soon. Then, a sound of loud explosion made you startle as you squealed and hugged your mother closer.

“It’s over,” your father finally went back inside and held you both to help you calm down. “The American plane went down in the forest. I’ve seen the parachutes but it’s none of our business,” he reminded you both.

“If the Germans come, what should we tell them?” Your mother asked. You had never had a plane go down so close.

“We haven’t seen anyone,” he pursed his lips.

Your father hated the Nazis but he also wanted to survive more than anything else. He didn’t want to get involved in anything that would bring death to his family. However, he still hoped the Allies would win.

In the evening you went to the barn as usual to check on your cow and to close it for the night. You approached her and patted her neck to caress her gently. You usually preferred animals to humans. They were so quiet and calm and they didn’t start scary wars with bombing planes, tanks and rifles.

An odd noise made you look around, scared. You were easily startled at anything these days and usually it would just be mice so you tried not to panic.

However, you spotted a few mice nearby and they were not in the same direction the sound was coming from. And the sound was nothing any mouse would make. It was… breathing. Sharp, muffled breaths.

“H-hello?” You asked and you swallowed thickly as you approached the dark corner of the barn where most of the straw was stored.

Your steps were slow and careful and then you saw something moving slightly and you spotted a pair of eyes looking at you… a pair of human eyes without a doubt.

Your whole body froze as your heart skipped a beat and your hands got cold and shaky. There was a man in your barn and you were terrified, not knowing what to do. You wanted to scream for your father but you were scared of what that person would do. You could run away but what if he was faster and would catch you?

“Hello?” He answered in a weak, raspy voice. “Please, don’t be scared,” he added but you kept standing there, petrified. “Do you speak English?”

You swallowed thickly. He had to be an American, you thought. One of those that had been shot down earlier that day. You had heard stories of them showing up to people’s houses like that. The Nazis wanted everyone to contact them immediately when such things would occur.

“I… I do speak English, yes,” you whispered. “My dad’s an English teacher,” you explained and you finally gained the courage to approach the man.

He was sitting on the floor in the darkest corner of the barn and he was holding one of his arms as his face winced out of pain. He was quite young and you could see his golden hair under all the mud and straw.

“Are you alright, sir? You’re American?” You asked.

“American, yes. I’ll be fine, just… Water, please,” he pleaded and you bit on your lower lip, not knowing what to do.

You should tell your father, no doubt about it. But what if your father would call the Nazis? He didn’t like them but he didn’t like the prospect of being killed either.

“I’ll bring you something. You just wait here,” you told him and he nodded.

He was completely at your mercy now, you realised. He gave you his trust, because you could just run out of the barn and call for the Gestapo. He trusted that you wouldn’t do that. He had no other choice.

You sneaked inside the kitchen to make sure your mum would not see you and you grabbed a bottle of milk and some cheese. Then you took a bun out of the bread bin and you went back to the barn.

“Is milk okay?” You asked as you crouched down next to the man to hand him the food. “I also got you cheese and a bun. I’m sorry the bun is not really fresh.”

“It’s more than I asked for… Thank you,” he took the food from you and you watched him eat it like a starving man. You noticed him wincing once in a while and that his shirt was torn on his arm and lots of dry blood around it.

“What happened to your arm?” You asked, quietly.

“I fell down when I landed and I hurt it,” he explained.

“It doesn’t look good. It should be disinfected,” you pointed out.

“I don’t want to be a bother. I will sleep here… if you let me… and I will leave in the morning. I don’t want to be a problem for you and your family,” he promised.

You remained silent. You felt bad for that man. He shouldn’t be travelling in his state and he was an easy target for the Germans in his uniform, especially being slowed down by his injury.

“I have to go before my dad checks on me,” you told him and he nodded.

You closed the barn and went back home with a heart feeling heavy in your chest. You had to tell your father about it and if he’d want to call the Gestapo, you’d just beg him not to.

“Papa, there is something I have to tell you,” you started as he was sitting on the sofa and reading a book. He raised his eyes to look at you and so did your mother, crocheting on the rocking chair.

“What is it, love?”

“There’s an American in our barn,” you announced and your parents looked at each other, terrified. Your father closed the book loudly and put it away. “I gave him some food. He is hurt.”

“You talked to him?” Your father stood up and you took a step back, scared. You were afraid he would get angry at you.

“I’m sorry, he is hurt… And he was thirsty and hungry…”

“You gave him our food? We barely have any!” Your mother was not pleased.

“Just a bottle of milk, an old bun and some cheese!” You tried to explain yourself. “I can skip breakfast tomorrow morning for that,” you offered.

“Enough. No one’s skipping breakfast,” your father furrowed his brow as a deep wrinkle appeared on his forehead. “Let me speak to him.”

“Be careful!” Your mother stood up and followed you both to the front door as she watched you walk towards the barn. Your father was carrying a candle with him.

“I will go first and tell him about you,” you whispered. “He might get scared seeing you and I saw he had a gun.”

Your father nodded and you pushed the door leading to the barn carefully.

“Hello, it’s me again,” you started. “Please, don’t get angry.”

“I am not angry,” you heard a voice from the darkness.

“I brought my dad with me. I had to tell him, I’m sorry… But he won’t hurt you,” you promised. The man did not answer. “Can I bring him inside?”

“It’s his barn. You don’t have to ask me,” he told you and you waved at your dad to come inside.

The candle in his hands made the whole room a little brighter and now you both could see the American sitting by the wall better. 

“Who are you?” Your father approached him as he asked.

“Major Gale Cleven, sir. I was shot down earlier that day,” he explained. “Please, let me stay here for the night and I will leave tomorrow morning. I don’t want to be a problem.”

“You already are, son,” your father pointed out.

“Papa…!” You extended your hand towards him but he shushed you.

“If they find you in this barn, they will immediately know who you are. Come inside,” your father said and you widened your eyes. So did the American Major.

“A-are you sure, sir?”

“Yes, come,” your father handed you the candle and he helped Major Cleven to stand up and they slowly began walking towards the house. You closed the barn and followed them.

When they were inside, your mother was clearly unhappy but she didn’t say anything.

“Bring him some of my clothes. We have to get rid of this uniform and you have to take a look at his arm,” your father told her. “And you,” he pointed at you, “run him a bath.”

“I really don’t want to be a bother,” Major Cleven protested.

“That’s the least we can do to help any man fighting those monsters,” your father said and you sighed out of relief. For a moment you feared that he had lured the American inside only to tell you to call the Gestapo a few moments later.

You were proud to be his daughter.

You all went to sleep very late because of the hassle with Major Cleven. He was sleeping on a sofa, his arm was bandaged, he was washed and he had some of your father’s clothes on him. You woke up first and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for everyone but from the corner of your eye you watched the American asleep on the sofa in the living room which was connected to your small kitchen.

He was a handsome man and it was bringing heat to your cheeks. You had never expected to meet a real American pilot. Not here, not in this European village in the middle of nowhere. You thought of all the American things that you had known of – beautiful Hollywood actresses, pin up girls, Coca Cola, New York buildings… It all seemed more like a dream than a real place and this man sleeping on your couch was coming from it. It felt surreal.

You turned around to focus on preparing coffee and sandwiches with anything you could find in the fridge. You were so deep in your American daydream that you didn’t hear him waking up and walking inside the kitchen.

“Hello,” he greeted you and you jumped a little before turning your head around. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he smiled softly.

God, he was gorgeous. Like from a movie.

“It is fine. I am… How do you say it… tamid?” You stuttered out. You felt awkward not knowing how to say it.

“Timid,” he chuckled. 

“Timid, yes. I’m sorry,” you looked down.

“You don’t have to apologise to me. Your English is very good,” he assured you and your face lightened up at that compliment.

“How do you like your coffee, Major?” You asked.

“Call me Buck, please. That’s how friends call me,” he extended his hand.

“Buck? What does it mean?” You shook it.

“It’s just a nickname,” he explained. “And what’s your name, miss?”

“Oh, yeah, my name’s (Y/N). So, how do you take your coffee, Major?” You introduced yourself and quickly changed the subject.

“Black – no milk, no sugar,” he answered.

“Well, I’m glad because we don’t have sugar,” you chuckled softly. “We haven’t had it in a long while now,” you explained.

“Your family is very generous,” Buck took a cup of coffee from you and your fingers brushed for a brief moment. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

“My father is against the Nazis,” you told him. “He has friends in the local resistance, he will introduce you to them. But we have to wait for your arm to get better first.”

“Thankfully it looked worse than it truly was. Your mother is skilled with these things,” he gave you yet another dashing smile.

Was it an American thing to do to smile so much…? Either way, you didn’t mind.

“She is a nurse,” you told him.

“And you?” He raised his eyebrows and you looked down again.

What were you supposed to tell an American pilot? It felt embarrassing.

“I want to be a teacher like my father… But now I can’t study much, I have to help around the farm. We have our cow, some chickens and a small garden. We used to have a boy coming here to help us but he’s… Well, he’s been killed. It’s difficult,” you explained.

“I’m sorry to hear that… But hey, being a teacher sounds great,” Buck patted your shoulder and you looked up at him in disbelief. He still had that charming smile on his face as he sipped on his coffee. “It’s so good, thanks,” he winked at you, trying to cheer you up a little.

“Y-you’re welcome,” you felt your cheeks heating up and then you heard footsteps on the staircase so you went back to preparing sandwiches since your parents had already been awake.

Buck stayed at your place for a week to let his arm heal. In the meantime he had written a letter addressed to his British base that your father had handed to his friends from the resistance. Buck wanted his friends to know that he was alive and safe.

He was helping around the house and since both of your parents had their regular jobs in the town nearby, you would spend most of your days with him. He was helping you around the garden and with your cow and chickens. He was a funny and charming man and you couldn’t help yourself but to fall in love with him.

You were a shy girl from a small village, you were nothing like those stunning American girls you had seen in the magazines. Your English was not perfect and your stories were not even half as exciting as his. You knew very well that there was no chance that a man like Buck would ever even see you as a woman in a romantic sense. He was a gentleman and he always treated you with respect but nothing more than that.

One time when you were in the garden with him, you spotted a familiar German soldier approaching you and you panicked inside.

“Don’t talk to him,” you told Buck as you faked a smile at the soldier. “Hello, sir!” You greeted him.

“Hello, hello, I’ve been around, decided to check on you. I saw your parents in town and thought to myself you must be all alone here,” he leaned on the fence and squinted his eyes at Buck. “Who’s that?” He asked.

“My cousin,” you explained as your heart was pounding in your chest. You clasped your hands behind your back to hide your nervousness.

“Cousin, huh? Hey, cousin!” He called for Buck and he looked up but he didn’t say anything as you had told him. He couldn’t understand your conversation anyway. “What is he? Mute?”

“Actually, yes, he’s…” you lowered your voice, “...you know, not quite right. In the head, I mean. They sent him here to help around the house because his family is sick of him. His sister got married and she doesn’t want him around at that time, you get me…”

You felt awfully bad for this lie but it was the only way to explain why Buck wouldn’t speak a word. If he tried to speak your language, he would be immediately exposed as an American. He’d be taken to some captive camp and your family would be killed. Or he’d get killed, too. It depended on the German, really. And this one was known for being quite nasty.

The soldier looked you up and down and then he chuckled to himself.

“Sure, sweetheart. Well, have fun with your cousin then. See you around.”

“See you around, sir,” you waved at him nervously and you watched him walk away.

“What happened?” Buck asked quietly.

“Nothing. He wanted to know who you are,” you explained with a soft smile. “I told him we are cousins and that you can’t speak because you’re, well, slow,” you admitted with a shy giggle, afraid of his reaction.

Buck found it funny, though. He laughed and shook his head.

“And you came up with that lie on a spot?” He asked.

“Well, what else was I supposed to do? By the way, this German keeps coming around all the time and talking to me. I’m glad you’re here because every time he comes by when I’m alone, I get scared,” you admitted. “He’s like that with lots of girls ‘round here. He only talks but it’s still scary,” you gasped and Buck furrowed his brow. “I think he likes it when we’re scared of him. He asks questions and all that. He’s known for being a brute when things get serious.”

“Yeah, I don’t like it that you’re stayin’ here all alone,” he admitted with a nod and your cheeks heated up in an instant.

You were waiting for your father and Gale while sitting on the fence with your ankles wiggling in the air. You were worried about them because every time your father would visit his resistance friends, it could end badly. Especially now, when he was walking with an American by his side.

And as much as you wanted Buck to go back to his friends, you were also sad that it was time for you to say goodbye to him. You knew it was selfish, but you hoped he would stay for a longer time.

You saw them at the horizon and you sighed out of relief. You jumped back on the ground and ran up to them.

“And? And?” You asked, excitedly.

“We’ll talk inside,” your father gave you a scolding look. Buck smiled at you and you smiled at him.

In complete silence you walked back home and sat by the dining table together.

“Major Cleven leaves tomorrow morning,” your father told you and you faked a huge smile, although your heart broke. You really hoped you would get a few more days with him.

“I’m so happy for you, Buck,” you told him. “I wish you all the luck on the way.”

“Thank you,” he nodded.

“(Y/N),” your mother looked down at you while squinting her eyes. You had a feeling she had known about your crush on Major Cleven. “It’s time for you to check on the cow and lock the barn.”

“Yes, mama,” you sighed and left the table to go outside and straight to the barn.

After a while, Buck joined you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him with a sad smile, trying to hide that you had been crying silently.

“Well, it might be my last evening but I’m still here and I want to help,” he told you.

“I can handle that,” you shrugged your arms. “I can handle everything on my own. I had used to before you showed up,” you added.

Buck didn’t say anything to that. He looked down and blushed a little. You looked away and focused on caressing the cow to calm yourself down.

“I feel bad for leaving you here,” he admitted.

“But what does it change?” You asked and he looked up, furrowing his brows. “I mean, really. What does it matter at all? You’re from a completely different world and I’m… well, me,” you swallowed thickly, trying to fight the tears forming in your eyes and ignoring your throat squeezing tightly. “I am just a village girl in the middle of nowhere, from some place you cannot even pronounce properly. I have never tasted Coca-Cola, never seen a Hollywood movie, only seen pictures in the magazines. I’ve never had lipstick or rollers in my hair. I’m less than ordinary. But it’s fine. It’s how it is here. And you…” you hesitated for a while before taking a deep breath in. “You’re from a different world. You’re so confident and so charismatic and so brave and so… American,” you chuckled through the tears. “So what does it matter that you feel bad about it? You have to leave. This is not your world. You would leave sooner or later.”

You tried not to look at him but his silence forced you to lay your eyes on him. He looked like a beaten dog and it made you feel bad.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised but he approached you and held your shaking hand in his. You looked up and he leaned in closer to your face but he visibly hesitated as if he had no idea if he could do what he wanted to do. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldn’t believe that it was happening.

You weren’t confident enough to give him a proper kiss. You only pecked his cheek delicately and he smiled gently at you.

“You’re such a sweet girl,” he raised his free hand to caress your cheek, “and none of the things you said were true. You’re not less than ordinary. You’re very special but you don’t even know that.”

“Me? Special?” You sniffed your tears back as you shook your head in disbelief.

“You’re a girl one in a million, I mean it,” he brushed your chin with his fingers. “I will never forget you.”

“I will never forget you,” you told him sadly, knowing perfectly well that it would be you who would truly mean your words for the rest of your life.

A man like Major Cleven would move on easily. But you couldn’t blame him for that.

It was the autumn of 1945 and you landed your first job in the local school. Since you weren’t qualified to teach regularly yet, you were supposed to look after the younger children. Either way, you were glad for this job opportunity which would bring your family extra money and some job experience for you.

You often wondered what Buck was doing. Had he come back home? Had he been caught? Killed? You didn’t want to think of that possibility. Had he met someone…?

You didn’t have his picture; you hated how you almost forgot some details of his face already or the exact sound of his voice. You promised to never forget him and you were sure you wouldn’t ever forget a man named Buck. But you couldn’t help forgetting all those little things that were making a real person and not a vague concept of an American you had known a long time ago and loved… Like you were an old woman telling stories to her grandchildren.

The bell rang and all the kids packed their bags before running outside. You were slower with your things as you had no things to be in the hurry for. You walked outside and took a deep breath in, enjoying the fresh, crispy air and the cool breeze on your face.

“Miss (Y/L/N)! Who’s that man?” One of the boys tugged on your cardigan and you looked down at him.

“Hm? What man?” You asked.

“That man over there! He looks like those American pilots I’ve seen in the newspaper!” The boy widened his eyes and your heart skipped a beat as you looked in the direction he was showing.

It couldn’t be him, could it?

You spotted a man leaning on the school’s fence. His golden hair was slightly ruffled by the wind, he was wearing sunglasses and chewing gum nonchalantly. What made him look like an American pilot the most was his leather military jacket, though.

“B-Buck…?” You whispered to yourself as you ran up to the man.

“Need a ride home, doll?” He greeted you with a smile as he pointed at the car behind him with his thumb.

“Buck…!” You screamed as you opened your arms and hugged him tight. He picked you up and spun you around as you giggled. “What are you doing here?!” You asked when he finally put you back down.

“You thought you’d get rid of me so easily?” He teased and you burst out in happy tears. “Shh,” he cupped your face and lifted it gently to make you look at him. “Hey, hey,” he took his sunglasses off and looked deeply into your eyes, “hey, I’m back. I’m fine. Are you fine?” He asked, worryingly.

“Y-yes,” you nodded through the tears. “I’m just… I’m just happy,” you confessed. “There was not a day I did not think of you…”

Buck smiled at that and brought you closer to his chest. You breathed in his scent and sighed.

“Please, tell me it’s not a dream,” you sobbed again. “Because I’ve dreamt it a million times before already.”

“It’s not a dream, my sweet girl. I promised I wouldn’t forget about you.”

“But you didn’t promise to come back,” you pointed out.

“I didn’t want to make promises I was not sure if I am able to keep. I didn’t know if I’d get out of this whole mess alive,” he rubbed your back and moved away slightly to look down at your face again. “Hope you haven’t married anyone in the meantime?”

“Are you crazy?” You laughed at him through the tears.

“I mean it, doll, have you met someone?” He asked and you shook your head. “Good. Because I really, really, really, would like to take you out on a date,” he told you and you felt butterflies all over your body.

But… It might have not been a dream. Yet it still felt too good to be true.

“Why me?” You asked with a more serious expression on your face and he furrowed his brows. “I mean, why? Why did you come back for me? I’m sure there are dozens of beautiful and kind women that would love to go out on a date with you. And you didn’t have to cross an Ocean for them.”

“Why you?” He asked as if he couldn’t believe the question because the answer was obvious. It wasn’t obvious for you, though. “You saved me. Your kindness, your generosity, your big heart – they saved me on that night. You could have left me there in the barn or call the Gestapo on me. You were terrified of me, I could see that. But you were too good to let me die, you were so brave. You saved me. And I’ve never met a girl as sweet and kind and beautiful as you,” he caressed your cheek with his thumb to wipe some tears away. “And I know you don’t feel this way about yourself, doll. But I’m gonna change that. I’m gonna tell you this every day until you believe me.”

“This is all very sweet, Buck, but… What I said back then, it’s still true. We are from two different worlds. The war might be over now but it doesn’t change the fact I’m just some village girl from Europe and you’re an American hero,” you shook your head.

“I’m not a hero,” he laughed softly. “And America is not that different, my sweet one. It’s not like in the magazines you’re reading. Anyway, I could stay here, too.”

“You don’t even speak the language,” you laughed.

“I’m a quick learner,” he shrugged his arms. “And I wouldn’t mind working at the farm while you teach. I just want to be with you,” he admitted casually as if he hadn’t just devoted his whole life to you and you only.

Your eyes widened at him. He really did mean that.

You threw your arms around him and let him spin you around once again as you giggled.

“Miss!” A whiny voice made you both turn around and look at the annoyed little boy. “So is he an American pilot or not? How long do I have to wait?!”

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

[brotherwtf]

here's a sneak peak at some Halloween clegan I'm cooking up!

Clevens and Egans have a long standing rivalry, one built on power hunger and a desire for money, one that has lasted centuries and shows no signs of stopping

Gale Cleven, the eldest son and heir to the fortune, has hated Egans as much as his family has since he was young, had always bought into the possibly untrue rumors that were being spread about the family. He sneered when he saw them in public, scoffed when he heard them speak. He was the perfect heir.

John Egan was his rival. Equally as promising as an heir and twice as charming, John was everything Gale wasn't. Whenever their families interacted he would roll his eyes at the way John could make his sister's giggle behind their hands, would gag at how many girls were on John's arms. John would always make fun of him for his willingness to buy into his family's drama, at his uptight he was about everything. Gale hated him.

But one night, a magical night with dancing and music, Gale found himself swept away by a beautiful and charming stranger behind a mask, one who danced and complimented him and made him feel like the only person in the room. He could have sworn this was his soulmate.

But when he slips the mask off of his face, he finds it to be none other than his rival, John Egan.

[cilliansmesoftly]

like a wrecking ball

pairing: john/buck egan x fem!reader

summary: you send buck sensual photos while he’s stationed

warning: talk of nude photos, dirty talk, sensual letters, inaccuracies about war, smut, oral (first time munching box 🐱) (fem! receiving), overstimulation, etc.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ what started off as marge taking pictures of you getting ready for a party, putting on lipstick and fluffing up your hair, ended with you asking marge if you could borrow her camera for a couple of days to take some photos for buck.

it was all in good fun. some ones with you crossed eyed, smiling, goofy and carefree. however, something possessed you to slip the strap of your dress off your shoulder click take the clip from your hair, letting down your loose, soft hair click and snap the clasp from your bra click.

you don’t know what came over you. you took over fifteen pictures in sensual poses, as if posing for a professional boudoir photoshoot. gosh, if anyone ever saw these, you thought. they’d have me carted off to the brothel or put into an asylum.

and what’s worse than that, you’d mustered up the courage to actually send them! with your stationary neatly stacked at your desk, your ink pen furiously wrote to your deployed lover.

My Love, I hear the war is getting harder. There’s no telling what you have to attest to that statement, they say Germany is killing our Air Force and I can’t help but to think of you. Fighting your hardest, having trouble sleeping at night, losing friends, losing family.

And even in all of this, I still feel sorry for myself for missing you. Everyone notices how miserable I am without you here. Without your touch, your smile, your kiss. Golly, even my mother visits! And you know how she is with me and boys, totally mentally insane.

Anywho, how is my love? And how is Gale? Marge misses him terribly. She has a sneaky suspicion that he is going to ask her to marry him.. though I think she may be going a bit stir crazy from not being with him, but who am I to talk?

Our girls are doing our best here, I work the soup kitchen most days for the people out of jobs and soldiers who have come home injured. My classes are going terribly, my focus only seems to train on you and what you’re doing, and if you’re safe.

I’m sending some pictures for you, John. Marge let me borrow her camera and the film just got back to me today, so I hope you enjoy. I miss you, love. I can’t wait for you to be back in my arms and within my reach. For now, take these photos and do with them what you like. Imagine me there, John. Just how I imagine you here with me. Oh, and please, please, please, do not let anyone see these!

Your Girl,

Y/N

you kissed the letter with scarlet stained lips, enclosed the envelope set with your photos, and sent it off, staring out of the window as the mailman carried it off to be shipped overseas, in the air, and into john’s trusted hands.

★

“mail!” a soldier shouted in the quiet cafeteria. men, all in matching green uniforms, scrambled to get up and horde the poor guy. he passed letters and packages around, assigning them with a last name shouted before he handed it to the rightful owner. “egan.” he said, dropping a single envelope signed with pretty cursive writing on the front.

“who’s it from?” gale asked sarcastically. he knew his friend was smitten with his girl from back home and she was one of the few- or rather only- person he took the time to write to.

“take a guess, clevens.” john replied smugly, tearing open the letter quite clumsily, the tear all jagged and the envelop ripped down the corner. out of that tear, a photo caught the eye of john. he squinted. “she sent photos.” he told gale.

“really? marge never sends me photos.” he mutters jealously. gale watched his friend’s face blush a bright red, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “what? what is it?”

“that’s for me to cherish, and for you… to never find out.” john smiled up at his friend. he took one of the many pictures out of the envelope completely and turned it many ways to look at all perspectives of your beauty. the way your hair fell over your eyes as you gazed lustfully at the camera lens. the way the intricate lace of your bra strap led down to the see-through fabric over your breast. he could see you perfectly. though the camera isn’t the most expensive and definitely not the most defined, john could tell you took your time making sure these photos were worth his while.

“damn, major. who is this beautiful dame?” lieutenant curtis was peaking over john’s shoulder and john slammed the picture down onto the table before he could see anymore of his girl.

“that’s mine, curt. you’ll have to find your own.” curtis made a booing sound and walked off playfully glum. “god, this girl’s gonna be the death of me.”

“are you gonna explain or am i gonna have to snatch the picture while you aren’t looking?” gale asked, running a hand through his blond hair.

“you ain’t seeing the pictures, nobody’s seein’ them but me.” john shook his head, a light blush still creeping up his neck, up his ears. “she sent nudie pictures.” he laughed under his breath, shoving the pictures deep into his pocket.

“what? let me see!” gale leaned forward, smiling from cheek to cheek.

“what?” john scoffed. “hell, no. i’m gonna marry this girl.” he leaned back away from the table, so gale couldn't grab him and force the photos out of his pocket. “hell, i ain’t even read the letter yet.”

“better get to writing a hell of a response. she won’t send anymore if you send some half-assed letter back, man.” gale laughed, taking a sip of coffee.

john finally took the letter out of the envelope, it still smelled like her. he brought it up to his nose and thought fondly of his beautiful girl back home. he missed her more than anything. unfolding the parchment, he smiled at her greeting, her penmanship was unlike any other. curling, twirling cursive letters filled the page and he caught a glimpse of the lipstick mark at the bottom of the page. oh, to kiss her lips again, buck thought.

his eyes scanned every word more than twice. he could hear her voice within the written words.

“she asked how you were doing.” buck told gale whose eyebrows lifted in gratefulness. “she also says that marge thinks you’re going to ask her to marry you.”

“damn it!” gale huffs, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling. “how does she know?”

“don’t know, man.” john laughs as he takes out a piece of paper from his pocket, always on hand for something like this, when he has to get to work immediately on writing you back.

My Beautiful Girl,

There’s nothing I want more than to be with you right now. In my arms, in my bed, all alone. No one but us, my sweet girl.

When I get back, I’m going to keep you to myself for a whole week. And those pictures? I never knew you to be so dirty. You should’ve seen my face when I opened up the envelope. I was about as red as a ripe tomato.

I long for nothing more than to kiss those sweet lips, your shoulders, your smooth legs, all of you. I am going to come home to you. I’m gonna crash through the front door and hold onto you until forever falls apart. There’s only a few more months until we’re together again, for good, hopefully.

And to answer your questions, I’m doing okay. we’re losing a lot of men, really quickly. I can’t help but to keep offering to go on missions, just so it doesn’t go haywire. Gale is also planning on asking Marge to marry him, but don’t you dare tell her. He was doing great until I told him about her correct accusations. He is currently laying his head down on the table and holding his hands to his head in despair.

My girl, I love you so much. Trust in this, I am always yours and no one will see these pictures but me, admiringly. I always imagine you with me. You’re with me when I sleep at night, when I’m up in the air, and especially in my heart. You keep me safe without even knowing, angel.

Love, John

★

just as john said in his letter, a few months and he’d be home. months turn into weeks, weeks turned into days, and days turned into hours. today was the day and you had been preparing since the sun first rose in the morning.

marge had also been on edge, their plane was to arrive at the tarmac at three in the afternoon. you and marge spent the day scrubbing, shaving, spritzing, and dressing. after that, you spent a few minutes straightening up the house and making sure there was some food warming up for him when he got home. even so, the hangar was only a few minutes down the road.

it was about a quarter past two now and marge was supposed to be with you about fifteen minutes ago. to say you were antsy would be a major understatement. you couldn’t keep the ball of your heel from bouncing on the floor, your poor nails had been chewed off hours ago.

a knock on the door knocked you out of your anxious daze and you sprang up from the couch to answer it.

marge’s glowing face entered your sight and you sighed in relief.

“you’re late.” you hugged your best friend tightly, then ran into the kitchen to grab your purse before meeting marge on the porch, closing and locking the door.

“i know, i’m sorry. i really don’t have an excuse, i was just so anxious so i drove a bit slower.” she admitted, which helped you feel a lot better. at least you weren’t alone.

“we shouldn’t be this nervous, really.” you sighed, walking down the sidewalk to marge’s car. you opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. marge followed suit and sat in the driver’s side, quickly cranking the key and speeding off to the airport. the plane was due to arrive at three, so you only had about fifteen minutes until you got to see your favorite person in the world.

"should we stand at the gate or try to get onto the actual tarmac?" marge questioned, looking around at all the other wives and girlfriends standing around.

"there's a guard at the gate, we'll just ask him if we can get in." you pointed at the man in a vest, a security badge pinned to his chest. you and marge waltzed up to the man with kind smiles painted on your lips. "hi, sir. how are you today?"

"just fine, and yourselves?" the man smiled warmly.

"absolutely dandy." marge grinned. "so, listen, we were just wondering. are we allowed to go onto the tarmac or do we have to wait behind the gate?"

"i can allow you on the tarmac, but do you see those cones over there?" he pointed behind him to bright orange cones lined up down the asphalt. the girls hummed in agreement. "you can't get more than thirty feet near them. that's where the plane will land and roll in and i will not be taking responsibility for a bunch of soldiers' wives getting run over because they decided not to listen, understand?" the man looked back to the women who nodded with wide eyes. "okay, let me open this." he fished a key out of his pocket and unlocked the gate, pushing it open so the girls could come in and await their loves.

marge checked the gold watch on her wrist. "should be about five minutes, y/n."

"i feel like i need to puke. do you feel like you have to puke?" you sputtered out quickly and marge placed her hands on your shoulders to calm you down.

"hey, there's nothing to be nervous about. john is a good man, a good man who misses you, okay? you have nothing to worry about except getting pregnant in the next twenty-four hours." marge giggled when you gasped.

"marge! watch your mouth or they'll carry you away." you two laughed before the distant sound of a plane rattled the ground beneath your feet. you looked up and there it was. the plane that carried your john back to you, safe and sound. you sighed, saying a quick prayer, before watching the plane land safely and roll into the hangar.

the wives were muttering relentlessly. it had been a few minutes since the plane got here and no soldiers had yet to step out. but finally, finally, a group of men all dressed in matching green jumpsuits and carrying the same bag came running out of the hangar in search of their reasons for fighting as hard as they did. marge spotted gale, his golden blonde hair flowing in the wind as he ran to her. he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her like it was from a movie. y/n laughed and clapped for her best friends, but she couldn't help but wonder where john was.

"hey, y/n. how are ya, girl?" gale walked up to the worrisome girl with his arm around marge's waist.

"i'm fine, gale! oh, we've missed you and john so much." she sighed as he wrapped his free arm around her in an embrace. "where is john, by the way?"

gale looked behind him and there he was, almost as if in slow motion. he was just as dreamy as the day she met him.

before she could stop herself, her feet picked up a quick pace and soon enough she was running to him, grinning and laughing. when she reached him, he dropped his duffle bag onto the floor and pulled her into his arms, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around.

“oh, my sweet y/n.” john muttered into her hair. she smelled so good. she smelled like home. he missed her like hell. and if she wasn’t half of his heart, there’s no way he would’ve survived. “i missed you so much.”

he let her down so her feet could touch the ground, but made no move to let her out of his embrace. y/n cupped the sides of his face and brought him into a searing kiss. a kiss that said everything she couldn’t. how grateful she was that he was home, that he’s safe, back in her arms. “i missed you so much more.”

“not possible.” he said against her lips.

“hey, if y’all don't mind i’d like to go home!” gale shouted at the couple, teasingly. marge playfully slapped him against his chest in scolding. he just laughed and grabbed her hand, leading her back to the gate.

“i guess we should go.” y/n sighed against him. john pouted and whined dropping his head to her shoulder. “the faster we get home, the faster you get to see all the new pictures i have.”

with that, he grabbed his bag off the ground and y/n’s hand, leading her to marge and gale, albeit very quickly.

★

marge dropped y/n and john off at her home, speeding off with a wave out of the window.

“i missed this place.” john said, looking up at the small house. y/n grabbed his hand gently and led him up the stairs of the porch. when they walked in, it smelled of a home cooked meal and pure love to john. “what’d you make, angel?”

“some steak,” she replied, walking in front of him to open the oven that was keeping the food warm. she felt john’s presence behind her, warm and inviting. “potatoes,” john wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips tickling the nape of her neck. her breath hitched as she leaned back against him. “and i baked a pie.”

“mmm, what kind?” his lips were right near her ear and he kissed the skin behind it, a light gasp leaving her pretty lips.

“cherry.”

“my favorite.” he turned her around and captured her lips in a kiss, lost in her already. she was breathless. this is all she had been waiting for, yearning every day and even worse at night. she missed his touch, his kiss, his everything. “those photos you sent drove me crazy, baby. took everything i had not to just tape it to the windshield of my plane.”

“there’s more.” she whispered, his lips all over her neck, sucking bruises that she would have to hide with a turtle neck. “you wanna see?”

he growled against her skin as she dragged him into the bedroom. she pushed him to sit on the bed, noticing the already prominent bulge in his green army pants. she kneeled down between his legs, eye contact heavy between them. john shifted where he sat, ready for anything she was about to give him. instead, she reached for the black box under her bed and placed it on his thighs.

“open it.” she sat back on her calves, watching him open the box with a brow lifted quizzically.

inside were more than 30 developed pictures, in all their vulgar glory. john let out a sigh and sat up straighter. he picked up a few and sorted through them, y/n was posed with a white lacy set adorning her body and light makeup on her face. she was in front of a mirror, playing with herself. she could hear his breath catch in his throat. he stared at each photo, getting harder by the second.

“do you like them?” she asked, he brought his attention back down to his girl. her big doe eyes looking pleading and seductive at the same time. she was still sitting back on her legs and the way she had her hands clasped in front of her made her arms push her breasts together, giving john a teasing view of her cleavage.

“like them? b-baby, i want these burned into my memory.” he stuttered over his words and that’s how y/n knew she had him wrapped around her finger. the usually stoic, firm, but kind man she fell in love with is gradually falling apart at the seams, all because of her. “y’know what, though?”

“hm?”

“i think i prefer the live action version.” the smirk on his face was deep, setting smile lines onto the left side of his face.

“well, good thing you got it for the rest of your life, baby.” she sat up on her legs, placing her hands on the tops of his thighs for stability. john leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back. he groaned, his mouth open and waiting for her to crash into him.

“i’d rather you not tease me right now, angel.” he breathed against her lips. y/n just giggled and took the box from his lap, placing it back under the bed. she stood to her full height and john wrapped his arms around her hips, letting her sit herself on his lap. she gasped when she felt how aroused he was. “kiss me.”

“not yet.” she smiled, leaning away from his lips. “let me undress you?”

john agreed and let her pull his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants. she flung the fabric somewhere behind her and giggled. his toned chest was warm and soft, she grazed her fingers over every freckle and mole that she had missed so much, kissing over every one she saw. she let her hands drag down to his belt that she skillfully unbuckled while maintaining eye contact with her lover.

john was going absolutely insane, he had never seen this side of her before. so powerful, so in tune with both of their bodies, and ever so confident. he was enchanted.

“can we try something?” he asked suddenly when she pulled his belt through the last loop.

“what’s that, baby?” she started to kiss his neck, licking and sucking all over the soft skin and john moaned while trying to get his words out.

“the g-guys were talking about- fuck, how good it is to eat pussy.” he whined when y/n stopped in her tracks. she detached her lips from his body and leaned back to look at him.

“you wanna try that?” she looked shocked.

john nodded submissively, blush rushing to the tops of his ears and creeping down his neck.

“just lie down, i’ll take care of you.” he cradled her neck in his large hand. he brought the other one to the buttons of her dress, slowly taking each one out. when he caught sight of the bralette adoring her figure, he brought his head down to kiss at the top of her skin and the lacy fabric. “i’m liking all this new underwear, baby.”

“all just for you.” she whispered. she carded her fingers through his hair, her head tilted back in pleasure at the magic he was working on her body. she was soaked and he had barely even done anything.

john took the rest of her dress off and lifted her to stand, it dropped to her feet onto the floor and she stepped out of it. he laid her back down, propping a pillow behind her head.

“you still okay?” he asked, kissing down her belly. her answer was breathy and barely audible, but he heard it, so he continued. his fingers grazed the hem of her white panties, a pink bow adorning the middle. the innocence of it all made john’s head feel dizzy. he slowly dragged her underwear down her legs, savoring every moment with her. “let me know what feels good, honey.”

“oka-” her voice failed her as john brought his lips up to her swollen bud. if he was new at this, he sure was a fast learner. his tongue was circling her clit, but trailed down to her entrance that was sopping with arousal. as soon as he got his first taste, john wrapped his arms around the backs of her thighs and brought her closer to his mouth. “oh, my god.”

“feel good?” he muttered quickly, going back to licking and slurping as if his life depended on it.

“fucking unreal.” her head was thrown back, fingers digging into the pillow behind her. her hips were bucking onto john’s face, forcing his nose to bump her clit. she felt his fingers prodding at her and she mewled, her back arching against the bed. “won’t last, if you do that.”

“that’s the whole point, sweets.” he was smiling against her. her overstimulation was amusing to him.

“wanna come on your cock, baby.” he groaned against her core, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. her eyes were clenched so tightly, she wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up wrinkled on the lid.

begrudgingly, he pulled back, kneeling in front of her. he made sure to look into her eyes as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning around them at the sweet taste of her. “tastes like honey, baby.”

“i’m sure you taste better.” she flirted back, her eyelashes fluttering. and as much as he would love to shove his cock down her throat, her cunt was much more appealing at the moment.

“maybe tomorrow. tonight’s about you, doll. and how much i missed you.” his belt had already been undone by her, so all he had to do was unbutton them and let them fall to the floor. “do you wanna know how i spent my nights?” he mounted his sweet girl, a knee between her legs and his arms holding himself up to look into her eyes. “i had a room to myself, y’know.. bein’ major comes with some perks. i’d take out those photos you sent me.. every night. like fuckin’ clock work.” she could feel him lining himself up with her entrance. the head of his cock prodding at the greedy hole that was oh so eager to take him. “i’d picture you there, running your hands all over me, like you always do. latchin’ yourself onto me. lovin’ me so good…”

her eyes were sparkling under the warm lights of the lamps on the beside tables. her bottom lip was quivering with need, her back arching up to try and get him to slip into her, but every time she bucked her hips, he would pull just inches away. she was writhing beneath him, aching to have him in her. “bucky, please.”

“hang on, darlin’.” john was smiling ear-to-ear. he knew what he was doing to her, he loved to see her all riled up just for him. “i’d fuck my fist every night to those sweet pictures.. just counting the days until i’d see you again. til i could kiss you again, til i could fuck you again.”

he kissed the side of her neck before thrusting himself all the way into her cunt. the stretch was euphoric to her after not having anything but her fingers, that she could not work as well as john could. she hissed in pleasure as he pulled out, just to the tip, and thrusted in harder, setting a nice and steady pace.

“faster.” she breathed against his lips. he obliged quickly, pressing into her harder and faster than he had before. she was clawing her nails down his back, and he whimpered into her neck. he thought his fantasies were good? this was a hundred times better than anything his mind could’ve conjured up. she was squeezing so tight he could barely pull out, but god was it amazing. he couldn’t make his mind think about anything but her. “you feel so good, buck. better than i dreamed.”

“you been dreamin’ about me too, sweetheart?” he kissed her cheek, chin, and lips. he swiped his tongue over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth wider, letting him taste all around. she could faintly taste herself on his tongue and she moaned at the vulgarity of it all.

john snuck his fingertips down her belly, tracing her skin on the way down to her swollen clit, he circled it in slow, smooth movements. y/n threw her head back with her bottom lip between her teeth.

“cmon baby. give it to me.” he growled in her ear. his hips were losing their rhythm and he refused to come before her. “come for me, darlin’.”

she held her hand to the back of his neck, keeping him latched to her chest. john sucked and bit over her chest, leaving dark marks all along her skin. her thighs were trembling in pleasure as john worked himself faster against her hips. the only sounds in the room were the couple’s lewd and borderline pornographic curses falling from their swollen lips and skin slapping against skin. john could feel her core clenching tighter and tighter and he knew that coil in her belly was about to snap.

“john, i’m coming.” her voiced was pinched as she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at his lower back. she moaned even louder as he hit even deeper, hitting that spot inside of her so well, she was seeing stars.

“give me all you got, baby.” he whispered against her chest, his fingers still working circles against her clit. she pressed her nails into his skin, surely leaving bloody red marks all over his freckled back. her climax hit her like a train and then it hit her again and again in the most intense aftershocks she had ever had, she was leaking all over his cock and john look down to where the two of them were connected, wet and slick in both of their arousal. the sight alone had him coming inside of her with a loud groan, and collapsing onto her.

while the two of them caught their breath, john’s head perked up with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“what?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“you still got that camera from marge? i’d love to take some pictures of us that we both can enjoy.”

[butdaddyilovehim99]

mom and dad

DeMarco, admit it. You're wrong. All right, I'm wrong. Let's go.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Masters of the Air Masterlist

Major Gale “Buck” Cleven

Kiss It Better? 💋 - my very first MOTA drabble based on the prompts “boo boo kisses” & “ pet names” (base nurse!reader)

Kiss It Better pt 2 💋 - That lipstick mark leads to a surprising turn of events 👀

Major John “Bucky” Egan

Oblivious - Bucky’s been trying to get your attention for months now, but you continue to misinterpret his romantic advances as friendship. Everyone else on base is tired of seeing you two dance around each other, and they decide to take matters into their own hands.

Homecoming - John finally returns home to his girl (based on the prompt “carrying the other one in their arms”)

requests are open!

Lt. Harry Crosby

Just Say Yes - Tooth-rotting fluff based on the prompt “If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I’d say yes.” “What about today?”

Harry Crosby Certified Wife Guy™️ - minific about Croz being head over heels for his wife and the entire 100th knows it

Dear… - A series of letters from one Lt. Harry Crosby to his wife 🤍 (a sort-of continuation of Just Say Yes, but can be read as a standalone!)

A Little Fire - In which Harry Crosby shows his wife exactly how much he appreciates her 😏 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Heat Wave - It’s the hottest summer Iowa’s had in a while. Your husband wears shorts. It gets even hotter (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

In My Arms - Sometimes your husband just needs to be held. (lots and lots of fluff) (coauthored with Winnie!)

Yes, Major - … I mean. Do I even need to say it? 👀 Dom!Croz (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

requests are open!

Sgt. Ken “Kenny” Lemmons

• requests are open!

Lt. Curtis “Curt” Biddick

To The Rescue - in which your friends drag you out to a bar against your will, but you meet a certain soldier that makes it worth it

requests are open!

Major Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal

Take A Break - Rosie runs into a childhood friend at the flak house

Welcome Home - Rosie finally returns home after his second tour, and you take the opportunity to show him exactly how much you missed him 🫠 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

It’s Been A Long, Long Time series:

Kiss Me Once - The moment you’ve been anxiously awaiting is finally here — your boyfriend Rosie Rosenthal finally arrives home

Kiss Me Twice - You and Rosie finally have a “proper reunion” 😏😉 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Kiss Me Once Again - Rosie takes you to his apartment for a proper date night away from his family 😏 (18+ minors dni!)

requests are open!

Captain John Brady

Brady’s Smash Wagon - Your boyfriend (Captain John Brady) takes you (his Red Cross girlfriend) to see his Flying Fortress. Shenanigans ensue 👀 (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Love’s Light Wings - John Brady x Juliet Thompson (OFC)

Pen Pal - Jules gets a letter from her boy an ocean away— as well as a message from a new friend. (taking place pre-LLW prologue, just a little blurb about Jules getting the letter Olive wrote to her in Part 7 of @winniemaywebber’s masterpiece Honeysuckle Rose!)

Hot Summer Night - In which John Brady helps his wife through a stiflingly hot New York summer night (18+ minors dni)

Yes, Captain - Things are getting steamy for the Bradys when Jules lets a certain title slip— John decides he likes it (18+ minors dni)

Prologue (“for stony limits cannot hold love out”)

Chapter 1 (“as boundless as the sea”)

Chapter 2 (“the course of their love never did run smooth”)

requests are open!

Captain Bernard “Benny” DeMarco

Pyaar Dosti Hai - Benny DeMarco x Ruthvika Patel (OFC)

Chapter 1 - Ruthie Patel runs into a certain furry member of the 100th Bomb Group— and his owner— on her way to celebrate her friend Juliet’s engagement to John Brady. The gang quickly welcomes her into their found family, but there could be something more between her and Benny DeMarco— if either of them ever finds the courage to make a move.

requests are open!

Anthony Boyle

Sundress - in which date night takes a turn when Anthony sees the outfit you’ve chosen (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Lipstick Kisses - the sweetest, spiciest Anthony fic y’all ever saw (feat… uh, Things Happening in cars 👀) written by my bestie Winnie!!! (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Pillow Talk - Anthony is in desperate need of rest & relaxation when he returns home from his latest project, and you’re more than happy to provide it. (coauthored with Winnie!!!)

Come and Kiss Me - Anto takes you as his date to the Oscars. Things get very soft and veryyyy spicy (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

The Stache Fic - Anto grows a mustache. You like it… a lot. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

Better Kind of Best Friend - Anthony, your friend-with-benefits, stops by for an impromptu visit after an interview. (spicy!! 18+!! minors begone!!)

No Rush - just a soft lil makeout blurb <3

Freckle Kisses - very short very sweet lazy morning blurb

Waking Up Next to You - soft lazy morning smut <3 (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)

i thought we had no chance (and that’s romance) - You resolve to tell Anthony about your feelings— with surprising results. (Part Two to Better Kind of Best Friend) (spicy!! 18+!! Minors begone!!)

[middlingmay]

Clegan Road Head anyone?

I tried to come up with some kind of semi-reasonable name for this fic, but there is none. I'll accept your best pun, please, but until then, Road Head it is. And yes, I am saying that like "Road House" in that Family Guy episode.

Set in the That Ol' Devil Called Love universe, a bit in the future. The Buckies have been together for a wee while by now.

I think this may be the filthiest thing I've ever written. Really, not for any young'uns lurking out there...

Enjoy!

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Driving, fast and reckless and hard. Swooping round wide curves. Flying over ridges and the jolting hit back down to earth. The grunts and growlings vibrating underneath as he pushed and pushed and pushed for everything he could get.

It always sent blood down and down, tightening the already limited give of his jeans.

He wasn’t the only one. Most fellas when they stepped out their low riding cars had to take a second to adjust things. The Pinks and other dames on the tracks liked to laugh at ‘em, but he’d seen that wiggle they did, covertly trying to rub their thighs together. Celebrations down on the air strip usually saw more than a few couples sneaking off to let the hot blood boil over.

“Jesus, Gale.” John’s breath caught in his throat and his body jerked in the driver’s seat.

The way Gale’s head bobbed in his lap wasn’t helping him get his breath back none, neither.

A menace of a passenger, was his Buck. A bossy, side-seat driver who issued commands and expected them to be obeyed. An unrepentant enabler of John’s hedonistic driving, rewarding him with petting and touches while he tried to concentrate on the road.

It might have taken them a hell of a time to figure it out, but John had to hand it to Buck: once they decided they were in this together, that pastor’s boy hadn’t held an ounce of himself back. John was discovering his Buck was just as wild, just as hungry for life and feeling as the rest of them.

Tonight was the first time in days they’d managed to find any time together. Between Buck’s tutoring and studying for finals and things being as hectic as ever at the shop, they hadn’t had much time for anything more than a quick peck on the cheek as they passed each other in the garage, or basking in the contented tiredness when he drove a yawning Gale home.

When John’d had enough, he’d driven up on Marge and Gale in the street and slowed down just enough to yell out, “Tonight. Ten-thirty!”, before he hauled ass to pick up parts Crank had secured for them.

Within two seconds of them driving out of town, Gale’s hands started to wander. He shuffled as close to John as he could get and peeled back the lapel of his leather. He warmed the cooling skin with his kisses instead. The thick, mallowy purse of Gale’s lips scattered a soft necklace of irrepressible need and affection.

The scrape of his teeth and their gentle tug on the tendon of John’s neck said, I miss you.

The hand sliding over his thigh and boldly, unreservedly, cupping the burgeoning bulge in his pants said, I want you.

John’s legs flexed and tensed and Baby shot forward. As soon as Gale felt the force of her pushing him back into his seat, he bit down and palmed a hard handful of John's denim-clad groin.

Against the pulse jerking in John's neck, Gale grinned. "Go faster."

Like he was the one in control of the wheel. John loved it, and Gale knew it, but still.

“Yeah? What you gonna give me?”

John foresaw another night of fidgeting against an uncomfortable mess between his legs until he could get home and clean up. Not that he gave much of a damn. Not that he didn’t get some kind of secret kick out of seeing proof of Gale’s lust for him.

What he didn’t foresee was Gale popping his jean buttons with a well-earned deftness, pulling him out into the open air, and swallowing John down in one go. Mouth open and throat lax, Gale Cleven was not in a teasing mood.

There on the straight of the old highway, John threw his head back and Baby flew across the roads like they were air.

John wished, oh how he wished, he could see the pillows of Gale’s lips cradling his shaft. He wished he could see that gorgeous, delectable pout all ruddied from riding up and down his length. He wished he could see those high and rounded cheeks full of Gale’s feeding. He wished he could see those long lashes fluttering in pleasure as he got off on the speed, the risk, and the exposure of it all, riding with Baby’s top down.

John shouldn’t even have been staring at the golden, undulating crown of Gale’s head.

He snapped his eyes back to the road. He’d never let anything happen to Buck whilst it was under his power. Gale knew that, and trusted it.

“Mmh, sweetheart.” John rolled his head along the line of his shoulders. He dropped a hand from the shifter to curl around the hidden profile of Gale’s jaw. “What’d I do to deserve this?”

Gale pulled off him, slow and slurping like the reluctant relinquishing of an ice pop on a hot day. The wind whipped across John’s exposed skin, sharpened by the copious wetness Gale left behind.

“Ah.” John’s hips kicked up at the arctic sensation and Gale kissed his crown in apology. He kissed there, then kissed his way up to John’s ear. Over the roar of the engine and the blood in John’s ears, he rumbled,

“I missed you.” The zing it sent down John’s neck, his spine and straight to his crotch had John spurring Baby on faster. Gale grabbed him in a firm fist and drew up, slowly. He thumbed the head and smeared over a spurt of pre. Humming with pleasure, Gale popped the sticky pad into his own mouth to collect the taste.

“Oh, fuck, Gale.” It coiled hot and desperate inside John.

Over John’s shirt, Gale pinched a nipple between his finger and thumb. Hard, and held it.

John bit his teeth around a grinding scream, raw and frustrated and sharp in his throat. His cock kicked against his belly and left a sticky, shiny patch on his shirt.

Gale was a quick study on what got John going.

“Eyes on the road. See if you can’t make it across the river before you come.”

John was going to bite through his lip. By Christ, he was. “And what’ll that get me?”

Gale, who’d started shimmying back down, raised an elegant, perfectly arched brow.

And oh boy, did John mean it when he said Gale knew exactly what made him tick.

Pressing a soft kiss, sweet as sugar, on John’s dimpled chin, Gale said, “It’ll make me happy. You like pleasin’ me, don’t you Bucky? Like giving me what I want?”

Lord save him, but yes he did.

“If you make it in fifteen, you can come. If you can’t do it in less than twenty, you’ll have to wait until we’re back at the apartment.”

It was a half hour drive to the other side of the river. With a smirk that promised both sin and rapture, Gale descended. Mouth full of him again, Gale gave a happy tingling hum of a sound which trembled over John’s sensitive skin; a vibration that was no less devastating for its delicacy.

John had never been ashamed of his performance, but Gale Cleven had proven a critical blow to his longevity. How was he supposed to last fifteen whole minutes?

The trees were a deep green blur. John was deaf to the blaring horns of the few late-night drivers still on the roads as they screamed past the last junction back into town. The swirls and thick wet prods of Gale’s eager tongue, and the hot suction of his mouth was too much. John grabbed a fistful of Gale’s hair and the mistake was near fatal. Gale threw himself down with even greater vigour and the snarling pleasure he spilled down John’s length nearly wrote his end in thick ropes across Gale’s tongue.

That whimpering half-squeal and the shaking of his knee spelled out just how far he teetered over that precipice. John felt the heat boil and froth no matter how frantically he tried to stop it or how hard he begged it to stay at bay.

“Oh fuh—please, no. Not yet. Not yet. Uh. God. Fuck. Gale, fuck.” It spilled over his lips like a fanatical prayer. An incessant, fruitless, babble.

Gale came up to heave in lungfuls of gasping breath. John felt the rise and fall of his chest all the way through his back where John rested his hand.

“How long?” Gale’s already low voice rasped and John shivered to hear him sounding as wrecked as he felt.

“Half—about half way, I think.” Jesus, they could be in Poland for all he knew right now.

Gale tutted. He turned to look up at John and shook his head. Those peach soft cheeks lined with the barest fuzz of stubble teased against his cockhead, leaving a loving streak behind. John wanted to lick it off in one fat stripe

“You can do better than that. Keep it together.”

John bit the knuckle of the hand not clenched around the wheel. Gale granted him a small mercy and settled for little kisses and kitten licks all over the length of him. A reprieve: space to regain a semblance of self-control, like that hadn’t been shot all to hell since Gale had barrelled into his life.

John was revelling in the pleasant contrast of his wind-stung ears and a warm cock when it came.

The flash and blip-blip of a police siren behind them.

Gale froze. John pushed his head down into the soft, fleshy muscle of his lap so Gale wouldn’t be seen. If any word of this got back to the pastor…

He maintained speed and the siren blared again. John squinted at the wingmirror to read the plate.

“I think it’s Kidd.”

It was definitely Kidd’s cruiser, at least.

Jack Kidd didn’t harbour the same outright hatred of him as Sherriff Huglin. He was mostly annoyed, usually vexed, which was fairly standard. But John was sure Kidd was at least 10% amused by some of his antics, too.

But more importantly, he was near certain he wouldn’t shop Gale if John let them get caught.

But. Kidd could. And it might not even be Kidd; just some pig driving his cruiser.

“You think?” It was impressive, how Gale glared at him so fiercely whilst pressed up against John’s naked dick.

“You wanna risk it?”

Gale licked his lips. “Can you out run him?”

John mustered up an offended glare of his own. “Again? Sure.”

Gale got a wicked glint in his eye. “Alright. New plan. Once you lose him? You can come.”

John’s own relationship with God was complicated. But he could be almost devout in moments like this, where it seemed like Gale had been made just for him by a divine power. He swore he fell a little more in love every time Gale revealed those layers that were as snarled and wild as John’s own.

There were no kitten licks this time. No sweet kisses. Gale sucked him back inside and fed himself down John’s hardness inch by inch. John white-knuckled the steering wheel and fought all his nerve-endings screaming at him to gaze upon Gale and never look away.

“Fuck baby, you don’t play fair.” John whined and Gale stopped half-way down and clamped his hand tight around the base of John’s cock. John hissed but petted Gale’s head in thanks.

God it wasn’t a moment too soon. Seeing John had no intentions of slowing down, Kidd sounded his full blues and twos and picked up speed. That hot, heady thrill of the chase melted into the ecstasy from Gale, and John was only a man. Gale must have gotten a good, thick taste of his excitement; he moaned and pushed himself further down on John’s cock. The noises it forced out of Gale’s throat were needy—like when you couldn’t stop slurping down water, not even for air, you had to slake your thirst so bad.

“Christ.” John’s hips bucked off his seat but Gale quickly pinned him down. He clamped tighter around the base of him. Without it, John would have come. God, he would have come.

John took a sharp turn and Gale sighed as it jolted John down even deeper. They drove through a red light and Gale tongued the ridge under John’s head. He pushed Our Baby until she shuddered, and Gale teased him with the barest scrape of teeth.

John had lost all control of what came out of his mouth. He lost all control of the thrusting of his hips and when Gale gave a particularly hard suckle, they bucked double-time to Kidd’s siren.

“God, just like that. You’re so good, doll. Fuckin’—can’t beli-eve you’re my guy. Oh Christ. Don’t stop. Fuck. Tighter—tighter! Oh—”

Gale let him go. A thick, slick string broke off from his glistening lips. He looked up, blue eyes darkened to a shade much more like John’s own. “I said lose him.”

John tossed a glance behind them. They’d gained some distance, but Kidd wasn’t giving up.

Gale tossed him his final order. “Give it all she’s got.”

John and Gale both gave it their everything. Whilst John tore down straights and threw them around turns and ignore every stop sign, crossing or light change on almost empty roads, Gale worked him with a dedication and fervour the church’s most faithful could never get near. Both hands clutched John between them like a prayer.

Finally John caught a break. He’d gained enough ground on Kidd, and when he rounded a corner straight into a junction, he was able to tear up the road to the left before Kidd came back into view.

It took them up a dark road lined with fields. Not a single streetlight. The paltry light of Baby’s headlights was the only visibility on offer.

John turned into an opening in a field, likely for tractors. He hit the brakes and killed the engine.

Baby plunged them into total darkness.

Gale, who’d turned his face into John’s stomach, pulled him down to hunch over him and hide out of sight.

“Did we lose him?” Gale hardly whispered, buried underneath.

John’s heart hammered in his chest. He could barely hear a thing over it but strained for the sharp sound of two-toned sirens.

Nothing.

“I think so.”

Gale tentatively pushed up and John let him. Barely daring to breathe, they searched for the lights of the cruiser.

In the dark, bereft of flashes of blue and red, they looked at each other. Gale’s hair stood up in all directions, the pomade still valiantly trying to hold it where John’s hands had scattered it. His lips looked swollen, even in the dark.

John was so goddamn gone for him.

“You said.” He hadn’t meant for it to sound so begging and plaintive. But Gale clicked his tongue in sympathy and pressed their foreheads together.

“I did. You did good, sweetheart. Just what I asked.” He dropped down to capture John’s mouth in a burning kiss. Like he wanted to swallow John’s tongue just like he did his cock. The kind of kiss you could do nothing against; just had to sit there and take it as it got so deep and full you couldn’t breathe.

As Gale took up all of John’s air, the last of it was choked out over Gale’s tongue as he palmed over John’s cock.

“I’m as good as my word, darlin’,” Gale said against his lips. “I got you. Come on, now. Give it me.”

He delved down and took John in his mouth, all eagerness and hunger. John wished he could savour it, now they had a little time. But he was so keyed up already between Gale’s attention and the chase, he had no hope. Like his body knew it was finally allowed to sink in and surrender to the pleasure that had been burning up his spine and all his nerves. All it took was a few pumps of Gale trying to fuck his throat on John; of watching those long dextrous fingers scramble at Gale’s own belt as he slipped his hand inside and squeezed at his own hardness, sobbing at the sheer relief.

And John was lost.

“Fuck, fuck. Gale.” It punched out of him. Rolled his eyes into the back of his head. Each buck of his hips and lashing pulse of his come was accompanied by pitiful, ah, ah, ah’s.

Gale swallowed every bit of him down. Even as John jerked at the sensitivity, he still gave tiny helpless thrusts, like his body just couldn’t let it end.

Finally, Gale relinquished him and crawled into John’s lap. John licked the taste of himself from Gale’s mouth: his tongue, his teeth, the seams of his lips—even the spongey trap between the back of his cheeks and his jaw.

When he was done, Gale dropped his head to John’s shoulder. John held him tight, one hand smoothing over his back and the other cradling the back of his head.

“You’re perfect, you know that?”

Gale scoffed and demurred. “John.”

“For me. You’re perfect for me.” He nosed at Gale’s cheek to get him to lift his head. “Let me show you?”

His hands crept towards Gale’s belt, but deft fingers caught his wrists.

Gale blinked at him all soft-eyed blueness and long lashes.

“How about,” he said low and teasing. “I drive back. You can show me just how perfect you think I am on the way.”

[meyerlansky]

i'm very 👀 about what bucky's family situation looks like, actually. historically, his dad died in nov '42, so he's only six months out from it at the start of the show, but it never really comes up—he doesn't flinch or offer anything back when gale talks about his dad, which... maybe he had a good relationship with his dad, so he doesn't have anything to offer. but he doesn't look at gale like he's surprised at cleven sr being a bad dad the way i'd expect a character with a fairly happy, uneventful home life to react to "my dad left me sleeping on benches"-level bad parenting. and if he DID have a shitty relationship with his dad, that's the perfect moment to empathize and bond over it. but he doesn't take it.

and then we get the revelation that he doesn't get any letters in the stalag. obviously he's not getting romantic letters, but one of the other guys mentions a letter he got is from his mom, with equivalent relief and comfort to gale's reaction to marge's letters. in so doing the show establishes that letters from family presumably count for the conversation the bucks have wrt having someone to get letters from. bucky's mom is still around. why doesn't he at least get letters from her? he's got two sisters, historically—one's three years older and the other's six years younger. both ages that wouldn't exactly hinder sending letters to your POW brother. but nothing.

initially i was gonna say i have trouble believing that bucky—who wears every emotion he has plain on his face, who's so stupidly easy to read that everyone thinks they know exactly what's going on with him in every scene, and who has a hugely visible downward spiral when his preferred options for coping with STUPENDOUS AND COMPOUNDING traumas are taken away from him—either:

has so solidly processed his dad's recent death inside six months that he doesn't need to externalize any reaction to it, or

is somehow better at keeping the details of how he feels about his family close to his chest than he is about basically every other feeling he's ever had

and it's still possible that his relationship with his family is simply unremarkable and there's nothing deeper to it. or that he had a bad relationship with his dad, but not any worse than your average "my dad and i didn't get along great" kind of deal, not cleven-level bad. but... i dunno, man, i have trouble buying THAT, more than i have trouble buying that the situation is deeper than bucky lets show.

his MOTHER doesn't even write to him. and we don't find this out until he's been stalag'd for over a year. so he... does actually keep it pretty close to his chest. more importantly, he keeps it close to his chest when it's something he could use to strengthen his relationship with gale. that doesn't really fit with the read of bucky as an open book looking for anything he can get from gale. like... it doesn't fit with that read of him at all.

it feels way more likely to me that there's Bad Shit there, and that that Bad Shit extends beyond bucky's relationship with his dad, into his relationship with his mom and even into coloring his relationship with his now-adult sisters. something like being kicked out, or disowned, or bucky deliberately going no-contact. and that's interesting on its own—what could he possibly have done to lose his entire family like that? my personal guess is he got caught with a boy and got kicked out over it, but it could be hetero slutting around too; it could be the drinking or the gambling or not going to school or his parents just fucking suck absolute ass, or any number of things that aren't Picturesque Rural Wisconsin Family appropriate

but also. i'm really fascinated by the sense of... isolation, i guess? that this confers on him as a character. he's such a loud, eye-catching presence In The Moment, and i wonder how long it takes the people around him to realize that he only seems to exist In The Moment, and doesn't have a past he's anchored in enough to discuss it even with the people he's closest to.

like how long does it take gale to realize he's spilled his guts about his dad to bucky, in a way that very clearly carries some level of "i'm letting you see something no one else has seen" feeling with it... and he got nothing back of equivalent weight wrt bucky's family, not just in that conversation but at any point that we see on screen? months? years? does gale EVER realize bucky's hidden/neglected to share his past even after gale's given bucky his?

[whirlpool-blogs]

always emotional thinking about callum acting his little heart out on the set of MOTA. he took one look at austin and fell a little bit in love, in the way that everyone who looks austin falls a little bit in love. sure, bucky, said austin, with vfx cuts on his nose and cheeks, with both real and fake sweat tacky on his skin, and callum thought maybe he really did understand how egan felt when looking at cleven. don’t you die on me before I get there, said austin, to callum who drinks and smokes and used to sleep carelessly with strangers he couldn’t even name now. so when austin, hollywood golden boy who grew up since childhood on sets, says things like you live like a family and then when the filming project is over everyone goes their separate ways and you never see them again, callum said Nah fuck that. You and I are going to be best friends forever. Whatever happened to cleven and egan, whether they drifted apart after the war or not, whatever happened to them is not gonna happen to us. I’m rewriting the story I’m changing the narrative

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Chicken

John Egan X Farmer! Reader

Summary: When Meatball kills the farmer's chicken. Bucky flies to the rescue.

Warning: Animal death/ swearing/ mention of boobs/ use of Y/n/ mention of blood.

Word count: 1.2k

A/n: I'm alive y'all! And my brain functioned again!

When John Egan came to Thorpe Abbotts, he was aware of the people that already lived there. He knew they were here, but he didn’t know them personally. When he saw her riding her horse, he knew he had to introduce himself. But he didn’t have the courage to go talk to her, she looked so intimidating, riding her horse and handling the goats.

Y/n lived on her family’s farm, but her family was away, they were in Austria, the farm was their summer house, but they wanted Y/n to keep it clean and work there. Usually, she would’ve been back in Austria, but with the war, it wasn’t safe to travel. Her chores were simple, making sure the goats didn’t run away, getting the eggs from the chicken coop and keeping the stables clean. It was easy, especially since she got her horse, Fred. He was a mustang, a beast that she had trouble training, but she kept persevering and was able to ride him. She was riding Fred everywhere; she loved her horse.

‘’Cleven! Good morning’’ she greeted the blonde. They quickly became friends when he came on the base, he went to introduce himself to the people living on the base, already saying he was sorry for the future disturbance that the soldiers were going to cause. When Gale saw Y/n, he thought she was amazing and they talked for hours, quickly becoming friends. They would trade stuff together, for example, if Y/n wanted a bottle of whiskey, she would give Gale a dozen eggs. ‘’Morning Y/n! How are you?’’ he asked. ‘’Good, just counting the chickens’’ she stopped when she heard a dog barking. ‘’Why do you have a dog here?’’ she asked, stepping in front of the chickens. ‘’Brady got him, I’ll make sure he doesn’t come near the coop’’ he reassured her. ‘’He better, because if he eats any of my chickens…’’ she threatened. Meatball came running towards Buck. ‘’He’s cute, but I meant what I said’’ she looked at the dog, smiling. ‘’I’ll make sure of it’’ he smiled.

John Egan heard a horse neigh; he knew that Y/n was close. And he was right, her (Y/h/c) hair were flying in the wind, she had a cowboy hat on her head. A white tank top that made her boobs look 5 times bigger and jeans that made her legs look amazing. She was beautiful. ‘’Y/n, what’s wrong?’’ Gale asked. She got down her horse, patting him before looking at the boys. ‘’I can’t come here and say hello?’’ she smiled as she looked at Bucky. ‘’Technically, you’re on a private property’’ Murph said. She scoffed. ‘’Technically, you guys invaded our property’’ she replied. ‘’Touché’’ Murph laughed. ‘’Nice ride’’ John Egan said, looking at the horse. ‘’Thanks, that’s Fred.’’ She replied. ‘’Um, do you guys have a minute to spare? We need help moving the hay’’ she asked. ‘’Sure, we can help’’ Bucky quickly replied.

‘’Be careful with that Jeep, don’t run over my animals’’ she smiled at Bucky, before she climbed up her horse. ‘’Wanna race?’’ Bucky proposed. She gave him a challenging smile, Fred was a fast horse, he was originally supposed to be a racehorse, but Y/n bought him at the town auction. ‘’Sure, but don’t cry if you lose’’ she smiled. When Fred started to run, Bucky knew he’d already lost, he didn’t want to go too fast, in case of a loose animal. She looked like a goddess, riding that horse. He thought about her riding him for a second, but his thoughts quickly faded when he heard Meatball bark, his mouth was all bloody and he had feathers on him.

‘’Calm down! It’s only 3 chickens!’’ Gale Cleven tried to calm her down, but she was ready to skin the dog alive, Bucky was holding her so she wouldn’t kill the dog. ‘’IT’S LESS EGGS! LET ME GO! I’m going to kill that dog’’ she tried to get away, but Bucky’s grip was too hard on her waist. Meatball didn’t have any regret; he was looking around like his life wasn’t on the line. John Brady, the owner, arrived at the scene in a Jeep, with Harry Crosby and Rosie Rosenthal. The 3 bodies were lying on the ground, headless. Y/n took deep breaths and calmed down a little. ‘’What’s going on?’’ Brady asked. ‘’You’re the owner?’’ she asked, angrily. Brady nodded. ‘’Your stupid dog ate 3 of my chickens!’’ she spat, showing the corpse with her hand. Brady swallowed a nervous laugh. ‘’I told you to watch him and I’m leaving the farm for an hour, I come back, and Dave, Danny and Darrel are dead!’’ she said, looking at her chickens. Bucky had to refrain a laugh at the names of the deceased animals. ‘’I’m sorry miss, I don’t know what else to say’’ Brady explained, scratching the back of his head. She took a deep breath, realizing how crazy she looked. She touched Bucky’s hand, to show him that he could let go. She replaced her hair as she sighed. ‘’I’m sorry, I kinda overreacted. You guys can go, I’ll, uh, clean up. Sorry for the disturbance.’’ She said, with an embarrassed tone.

He felt bad for her, sure it was only 3 chickens, but still. So, that night, he decided to find the courage and go talk to her for more than four words. He rode his Jeep to her house; he nervously taped the wheel with his thumb as he shut the engine down. Seeing lights outside, Y/n got out of the house, standing on her porch, seeing it was a soldier, she wiped her hands on her pants before going down the short stairs. ‘’Major Egan, to what do I owe this visit?’’ she asked, trying to hide her joy. She found him attractive, he was a gentleman during the day and a manwhore during the night, or at least that was his reputation. ‘’Hello, please call me Bucky, and I’m here to pay you back’’ he smiled. She tilted her head. ‘’Pay me back? You owe me money?’’ she questioned. He shook his head, chuckling. ‘’No, it’s for the deceased chickens’’ he explained.

Y/n fought the urge to smirk. ‘’You want to pay me for the chickens I lost?’’ she asked. ‘’Yeah, I mean you said it yourself, it’s less eggs’’ he blurted out. Now she couldn’t fight it anymore, a smile creeped on her face as she looked at the flustered Bucky. ‘’Come inside’’ she invited. He nodded as they waled inside the small home. The smell of burnt candle filling his nose as he looked around the kitchen. ‘’Does Brady know you’re doing this?’’ she asked as they sat in the kitchen. ‘’No, it’s my idea’’ he looked on the ground, not daring to look at her in the eyes. ‘’That’s very sweet, Bucky, but I can’t accept this, you must have family that this money belongs too, what about Mrs. Egan. It’s very thoughtful but keep it’’ she politely said. He started to laugh at the mention of a Mrs. Egan. ‘’There’s no Mrs. Egan, never set that part right, and my family doesn’t need the money. Please, Y/n, take it’’ this time, their eyes were locked into each other.

‘’You know, I didn’t think you would be the one offering me money. I thought Cleven would do it’’ she said, taking a sip of her homemade alcohol. It’s been an hour since Bucky came into her home they’ve been talking ever since. ‘’He felt bad, but he has to keep it for the phones, his girlfriend wants to hear from him twice a week’’ he chucked. She smiled as she looked at him. ‘’It’s getting late, I should get back to the base’’ he said as he looked at his watch. She got an idea. ‘’Are you free for dinner tomorrow?’’ she blurted out. He looked at her, smiling. ‘’Uh, yes, why?’’ he asked. ‘’Because I enjoy your company. And I have some extra money to buy good meat.’’ She smiled. ‘’Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.’’ He leaned to kiss the top of her hand. ‘’Good night, Y/n’’ he said. ‘’Good night, Bucky, see you tomorrow’’