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Me watching the scene explaining how Buck got his nickname from Bucky for the first time: *goes over my head because so much gay shit is happening*
Rewatching the scene again: "Buck this, Buck that. Buck, can you help me tie my shoes? Buck, help me fly this plane." 👀👀
Thinking about it randomly: Hehe, "Buck, can you help me tie my shoes?" That's cute.
Thinking about it for the hundredth time, my mind getting no rest imagining how that went: WHAT DO YOU MEAN BUCK CAN YOU HELP ME TIE MY SHOES, YOU SLUT, YOU WHORE. DO YOU ASK FOR HIS HAND TO CROSS THE STREET TOO??? *sobs* Is Buck just saying this shit as an example? But why would he say that? LEAVE ME ALONE.
Do you think Bucky ever asked Buck to help him tie his shoes? Do you think Buck helped him? 😭 I don't know why I fixated on this. I'm in agony and I wanted to share ❤️
NAH BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK. i can't even count how many times i've rewatched this scene, whether from rewatching the show itself or from making edits or checking dialogue for fics, and yet??
somehow my brain never latched onto that moment either until reading this ask, for the same reason you said LOL. i'm literally tweaking oh my god. i want to believe so badly that john's actually asked him to tie his shoes lmfaooo like gale does say it like he's just rattling things off as a joke, but knowing their dynamic, i wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.
a more likely scenario that popped into my head though is john being too drunk to untie his shoes when they get back to their room one night during flight school, and having to humble the fuck out of himself by slumping over on the floor against the wall and being like "...buck, can't get my shoes off." and gale asking "is that a statement or a cry for help?" and john giving him the ol' puppy dog eyes and grumbling out "can you help me untie my shoes, please?"
#ughghg THEM <3#i feel like no matter how many times we rewatch this show there are always more little things to notice and i lov it#johnslittlespoon brainrot#buck#buck x bucky#buckbucky#clegan#johnslittlespoon asks
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Mollie I’m in desperate need of Curt HC’s from the young vet au!!! If you want!! Please don’t let me annoy you about it!!! <3
these are dedicated to @johnslittlespoon bc i associate curt with them <3
most importantly, he ain’t dead! this is an AU and i make the rules, yay
still from new york, still a little crazy
this is in the 21st century and post don’t ask don’t tell being abolished. but people are still people and a handful still give bucky and gale shit when they pick up on their relationship. curt is protective of them and gets into more than one yelling match and/or brawl coming to their defense
puts himself in charge of making the hype up playlists for the field and takes it super seriously. doesn’t take requests either, everyone just has to trust his judgment.
when he gets his leg blown off by a land mine and goes home he says they aren’t allowed to let anyone else make the playlists, he’ll keep doing it from the states.
but before he leaves when he’s still in the hospital in bagram he gets in his head about how he wasn’t doing anything “noble” when he got hurt and was just in the wrong place at the wrong time
bucky tells him that doesn’t mean anything- that his being here at all was noble and nothing can take that away.
curt says he doesn’t know about that, and sees bucky’s face shift.
they change the topic.
the guys are all bummed to see him go home but bucky is *crushed*. gale sits up with him the first couple nights he’s gone and rubs his back while he cries. he just really misses his buddy 💔
when curt gets back to the states he gets a service dog that’s the most spoiled dog on earth. that’s his baby and he names it some goofy human name like tony soprano.
he keeps in touch with everyone while they’re still over seas. but the first people he sees when they’re back stateside are gale and bucky- flying out to visit once they’re settled in wyoming.
he knew bucky wasn’t doing great, but actually seeing how bad he’s doing in the flesh makes his gut twist. especially when he brushes it off. especially when he can see it in gale’s eyes how worried and exhausted he is.
it comes to a head one night when bucky and gale get into argument and bucky goes from 0-100 in about 60 seconds. curt steps in to intervene, tells bucky to come outside with him and smoke to cool off.
bucky tells him to fuck off and mind his business.
“we don’t need a couples therapist, get the fuck outta’ my god damn house.”
“yeah no can do bucky. not letting you talk to gale like this, or me. get outside. now.”
but bucky is stubborn and just doesn’t move. gale looks near tears and before curt can think better of it he smacks bucky upside the head.
“look at what you’re doing to him- you think this shit is cute? when’s the last time he raised his voice at you off the cuff?”
gale tells him to stop, even if he does appreciate someone else trying to get through to him.
tells him to stop because he knows what’s coming when he sees bucky’s bottom lip shake.
bucky bursts into tears and presses his hands into his eyes- mumbling about being too fucked up for all of this as his chest heaves.
“i got my shit too man, come on, let’s go outside.”
bucky follows him this time and they sit out there for 2 hours talking about the war and the government and PTSD and the VA’s office.
which is apparently just as incompetent in new york.
but bucky can’t help but laugh at one of curt’s gripes with them being that his insurance would cover an a-typical prosthetic, not a peg leg from some guy that manufactures them in his garage upstate.
he needed that laugh.
“i put gale through too much. feel like he regrets getting a marriage certificate the second we came back. not settlin’ down with some girl. not like he’d have a hard time getting one.”
“hey- no way. he loves you. wouldn’t be so bent up seeing you hurting if he didn’t. if he wanted out- he wouldn’t be here. you’re the self destructor, all respect. not buck.”
bucky taps his cig in the ash tray on the patio table.
“when you’d get so smart?”
“gotta compensate for havin’ one less leg with something.”
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Let's Look Up At The Stars (I Like You Where You Are)
[SFW | 3K Words | Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, New Year's Eve, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Canon Divergence]
“What, d’you have a midnight kiss you need to get back to?” Felix teases, nudging his shoe against Oliver’s. Oliver shakes his head, exhaling a cloud of white and fogging up his glasses, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. Felix is starting to look cold too, now, but it seems like he has more to say, so Oliver waits patiently. Patient is easy, it means he doesn’t have to talk; he can do patient.
Get a Good Angle (Be a Good Angel)
[NSFW | 5K | Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, Friends to Lovers, Praise Kink Discovery, Teasing, First Time Blow Jobs, Slow Burn, Fluff & Smut, Drama Queen Felix]
“You always forget your sunglasses,” Felix says fondly as he holds out a pair of shades. “I brought a spare for you." Oliver takes them with a smile, relaxing back onto the towel and putting them on.
“Ah, good boy,” he jokes lightly, patting Felix’s arm in thanks as if he were a dog bringing him the morning paper. He senses him tense up, and he turns his head questioningly, but Felix just rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face into his folded arms. Weird.
Makes Me Wanna Dress Up For You
[NSFW | 4K | Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, College AU, Strangers to Lovers, Panties, Blow Jobs, Hook–up, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Anal Sex]
“These are pretty.”
Felix looked up and just about burst into flames on the spot.
“Oh my god, that’s not– I don’t– Those aren’t mine.”
They were very much his.
Boy, I'm Just A Loser For Your Love
[SFW | 3K | Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, 5+1 Fic, First Kiss, Fluff, Pining, Oliver Is In Love, Felix Is Oblivious]
“You’re just jealous,” Felix says playfully. Farleigh cocks his head to the side, a cool smile making its way onto his face.
“Jealous of what? That he won’t kiss you despite you giving him fuck–me eyes all semester?” The words roll off his tongue with ease.
Or: 5 times Felix kisses Oliver, and 1 time Oliver kisses Felix.
Why Don't You Figure My Heart Out?
[NSFW | 3K | Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, Valentine's Day, Oxford, Oliver's First Kiss, Gay Confusion, Making Out, Grinding, Hair-pulling, Frottage, Coming In Pants]
“There, there, Ollie,” Felix teases. “You’ll have your first kiss someday.”
“There’s no rush,” Oliver mumbles absentmindedly, not meeting his eyes, and Felix feels his world stop turning.
“What?”
#saltburn#cattonquick#felix catton#oliver quick#oliver x felix#saltburn fic#cattonquick fic#quick-catton fics
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So I already sent one in- But I had to delete my account because something went absolutely hay-wire with it, It's under the same name- But I'm not sure if it'll translate back- But I asked about Crosby anything. I'd bite at the bar of my fucking cage for it. I'm obsessed with Crosby, I'm not sure if you do write anything about him. If you don't, that's completely fine. Just ignore this if that's the case. I've just been dying for any crumbs of Crosby content-
My ask box is otherwise empty so I'm assuming it got deleted with your account. But fear not sweet creature, ask and ye shall recieve!
I did ask my pookie @johnslittlespoon a little about this one, just because as much as I do love cros and do intend on writing him and stuff, I haven't had a lot of chances yet, other than my most recent post where I spoke about him x bubbles as well as him x rosie. But i wanted to deliver still, so I can give you some more headcanons.
Feel free to ask for like more thought out stuff, or snippet things because I will attempt, I just never know what to provide unless someone is specific so forgive me 😭SPOILERS AHEAD BOYS!!!
crosby has always drank black coffee, ever since he got the taste of it, can't stick anything else. the first time bubbles offers to make him a cup he doesn't think to specify, is just grateful enough that they offered. it takes a lot for him to swallow his first sip, tries not to make it obvious, offering a smile and a nod. he's so used to taking sips whilst he's deep in his work that he inevitably winds up finishing the cup. gets up to go and make himself another, desperate for his preferred taste, only for bubbles to spawn out of nowhere offering to get him another one. he tries to politely decline but "i was gonna make myself one anyhow" and now he can't refuse or he'll look rude.
this bit's a tiny bit angsty but after bubbles dies, crosby can't drink the sweet stuff again. he tries to for the very first time after hearing, thinks it'll be something to to keep the memory. but it gets too hard, he winds up being sick, goes back to drinking black coffee because he can't stand the reminder of losing his best friend. well, up until he's deep in work and rosie comes along to see how he's doing, brings him a cup, and it's sweet and he probably drops his face into his hands and gets worked up but- (GUNSHOTS)
this one's especially based on the newest episode but, crosby's used to being seen as more timid right? will immediately stand up to admit when he's done something wrong but before it even gets to that point you can see it eating away at him. he might be able to handle a few comments here and there about himself, never quite willing to turn hostile because it's war, there's worse things happening and it's not worth getting worked up over. but the minute you say a single bad thing about his friends? oh it's over. he'll use his authority, put the fear of god into you, suddenly snap out of nowhere, no a soul can sense it's coming. he means business.
once again talked about in my last post but this man does not sleep, whether it's because of work or anxiety. he probably gets up and paces about, maybe goes to sit outside, goes somewhere, anywhere to clear his head. (angst) but he probably goes somewhere he knows he'll be alone, will talk to bubbles as if he's sitting beside him, laugh about good stuff that's happened, spill his guts about the things eating away at him, referring to fond memories they used to share.
#i'm so sorry#i don't know what this turned into#i have more in my noggin but this would have turned into something...#unbecoming#anywho#harry crosby#masters of the air#masters of the air spoilers#mota spoilers#anthony boyle#bubbles#bubbles payne#joseph payne#rosie rosenthal#robert rosenthal#crosby x bubbles#crosby x rosie#mota headcanons#crosby headcanons#curtsbigspoon asks#curtsbigspoon headcanons
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Thinking about the exquisite imagery of Bucky shaving his mustache, while in contrast Buck let’s his scruff grow in. I can see it so clearly: Bucky shaves the ‘stach when they’re in the POW camp as a result of losing a bet (it’s highly probable he lost of purpose because he wants to give the men an opportunity to laugh it up). But it totally goes sideways once it becomes clear how young he looks without it. Buck on the other hand is stressing over this new change enough to forget to shave for a few weeks straight. Is this brain rot due to me thinking about Callum’s look in the Green Room combined with Austin’s look in the Bikeriders? Yes. Please send help.
in case anyone needs a lovely visual! (ʘ‿ʘ✿)
okay, while i PERSONALLY am in love with bucky's stache and feel like shaving it even in fiction would be an absolute travesty, i see the vision and i agree, i could totally see something like that happening.
john does it as a joke/for a bet and figures that hey, they're all gonna be stuck in the camp for a while anyway, chances are it'll grow back by the time it really matters. no big deal, and it gets laughs in a place where those are increasingly rare, even if he has to suffer through relentless teasing about his baby face for a few weeks.
gale does not deal with it nearly as well, however; it throws off any routine he's built and it feels ridiculous because it's just facial hair but it's such a big change after the monotony of day–to–day behind the fence that it's enough to rattle his brain. and letting his own facial hair grow out probably isn't even a conscious choice, almost like a mindless way of falling back into sync with john as both of theirs grows back.
if buckbucky is an established thing in this verse, we all know damn well john would be obsessed with gale's scruff, rubbing his own cheek up against it like a cat, thirsting over it and ogling him 24/7.
and the way it feels against his thighs, stubble burn leaving the sensitive skin a pretty pink when gale's face is between his legs...
john would be devastated and pouty when it comes time for him to finally shave it, but gale would promise him "when we get out, i'll let it grow back for a bit, yeah?" and that would perk him right up. <3
#i've actually been toying with an AU with gale and john but how they look in the bikeriders and green room/the only living boy in new york#and i have many Thoughts but i need to flesh it out more#and i probably won't ever do anything with it because i have too many things i want to write but it's a nice (hot) concept <3#also have y'all watched 'leaving' with callum turner bc good lord.#john looking like that pretty twink and crushing on intimidating bikeriders!gale??? the daddy issues vibes?? helllooooo meow LMFAOOO#buck x bucky#buckbucky#johnslittlespoon asks#johnslittlespoon brainrot#johnslittlespoon spicy
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bucky loves it when buck is soft with him but sometimes he just wants gale to rub a little roughly up and down his flanks like u would pet a dog 🥰 buck maybe picks up on it somehow and thinks it’s the funniest thing ever
omggg gale would never let him live stuff like this down. like there are certain quirks about john that he'd never dare to point out (ex: clinginess) in case it makes john self aware and he stops doing them, but this would be one of the ones he'd tease him for.
john collapses on his back on the couch one afternoon, draping himself over gale's lap and grinning tiredly up at him, and gale gives him a soft smile and a "hey there" before returning to his book, absentmindedly running his free hand up and down john's side.
it quiets john for a minute, his eyes closing as he lets himself be gently pet, and then he mumbles "harder" and gale snorts but obliges, applying a bit of pressure, gets a "more" and has to bite back an innuendo because making those jokes is john's job.
"you want a massage or something?" he jokes instead, and john makes a face with his eyes still closed, goes "no" all indignantly, huffing to himself. "just, like," and then he makes a motion with his own hand on his other side, and a smile curls the corners of gale's lips upwards, looking down so fondly he's sure john can feel it.
"alright, you big mutt," he teases, vigorously moving his hand up and down john's side like he's petting a dog, really digging into his ribs just to watch him squirm. probably ends up sliding his palm flat over to john's stomach to rub it in circles there too, has to bite his lip to hold back a laugh when john melts under his touches because he's the absolute picture of a dog getting a belly rub in that moment. it definitely becomes a little thing for them <3
#john egan is dog coded#aw yeah we back baby#buckbucky#buck x bucky#clegan#johnslittlespoon brainrot#johnslittlespoon asks
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I know it’s more cat vibes but do you think Buck ever uses a spray bottle on Bucky when he misbehaves?
I JUST LAUGHED SO LOUD WHEN THIS ONE CAME IN i slapped my hand over my mouth so fast PLEASEEE ???!!!!
i actually love this so much i'm so sorry i can't stop giggling.
imagine: post–war buckbucky, living together in a cute little apartment or rancher with a couple cats (they don't need a dog, they've got john, that's more than enough lol). naturally this means they've got spray bottles scattered around the house to protect the kitchen counters and the arms of couches from kitty claws.
thinking about john being very food motivated and always trying to waltz into the kitchen while gale is cooking to steal food behind his back, and gale doesn't really mind, but sometimes john eats just plain ingredients that he's not done with and then he has to chop up more and it's just a tiny bit frustrating (he can't ever actually stay mad though.)
one evening after an incident like this, john, unaware of the extra work he's created for gale and the patience he's drained, comes back in twenty minutes later for a second sweep through, and the moment his hand settles on a sliced tomato, he's spritzed in the face with a sudden blast of cold water.
the look of absolute betrayal and shock he gives gale as he blinks at him with water dripping from his curls, eyelashes clumped together, hand frozen on the tomato slice. gale's got the spray bottle aimed at him like it's a weapon and john can't help the laugh he barks out as he goes to pick up the tomato slice again in defiance, not expecting the second spray that gets him right in the open mouth this time.
sputters out a "hello?" and gale just twitches the bottle at him in a wordless 'and i'll do it again' and john reluctantly retracts his hand with a grumble, stealing the towel draped over gale's shoulder to dry his face, muttering "like i'm one of the damn cats" on his way out. only when he's gone does gale let out a snort, leaning against the counter as he laughs with the image of drowned–rat, kicked–puppy john replaying in his mind.
(bonus: one day they've got friends over in the dining room and john follows gale back into the kitchen under the guise of 'helping', but he's all touchy when he comes up behind him, pressing his hips a little too hard against gale's, and gale unthinkingly reaches for the spray bottle and gives him enough of a spritz to offend him out of his inopportune horniness lmfao.)
#john egan is cat coded?!?!#was gonna tag this as crack taken seriously but is it even really crack?#because i'm 99.9% sure gale would not hesitate to weaponize the cat's spray bottle on john#and john would be mortified when he realizes it actually works#this would backfire in the summer when it's merely a nice refresher for him lol#buckbucky#buck x bucky#johnslittlespoon asks#johnslittlespoon brainrot#johnslittlespoon spicy
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plsssss can we talk about bucky getting his revenge and edging gale
gale edging john post | yes we cannnnn !! eta: ykw. i need to just turn this into a proper oneshot since this ended up being over 1k words. new wip created </3
john may be a man of little self control, but after that incident, he decides he can be at least a tiny bit patient so he can catch gale off guard with it when he gets his revenge. because the next few times they're fooling around, gale's expecting a retaliation, john can see it in the way he tenses up and glances at his face before he comes like he's waiting for it, but john never follows through with it. he wants gale to let his guard down, and that he does.
so a week or so later when john's kissing him and feeling him up and asks ever so sweetly if he can tie gale's wrists behind his back, gale doesn't think anything of it. john likes to take control occasionally and gale sometimes likes the feeling of not having to worry about making decisions, getting to let john call the shots, and john always puts extra time and effort into the way he touches gale when he's restrained because he likes to watch his darling blondie squirm.
john has him sit in his lap facing him, letting gale lean against his shoulder to take the pressure off his legs while john works him open on his fingers, already riled up from the pretty gasps gale's making against his neck but reigning himself in because he's gonna need to have some self control for once.
he sweet–talks gale through it, telling him how good he sounds, how well he's doing as he sinks down on his cock, guiding him with hands on his hips so he doesn't unbalance himself without the use of his own hands where they're tied behind his back with a belt. he stays still at first, letting gale ride him slowly, keeping his hands loosely on his waist while praising him and talking him into that foggy needy headspace until gale's thighs are trembling and john takes pity on him (and frankly is so hard he doesn't have the patience to keep his own hips still anymore).
so he runs his hands down from gale's waist to his ass to hold him in place while he rolls his hips up into him, watching the way gale's eyebrows pinch and his pretty lips fall open in a silent oh as john angles himself in a way gale couldn't with his own movements. lets his mouth run as he slowly picks up his pace, all the coos of "so pretty", "you're taking me so well", "you feel so fucking good", loving how reactive gale is to every word and every thrust.
he moves his hands to gale's hips to get a better grip, can tell gale's getting close because he gets noisier, losing his filter and letting out breathy little "fuck"s and "john"s, head rolling back on his shoulders to bare his neck, rocking his hips down to meet john every time he fucks up into him. and then just as he gets the warning of "close", he pulls gale down by his hips to bury himself deep in him and stops moving completely.
the whine of desperation that tears out of gale's throat when he lifts his head has john knocking his skull back against the wall, cock twitching hard enough inside gale that he's sure the blond can feel it. he watches gale's biceps flex when he instinctively tries to get his hands free, feels his hips try to squirm out of his hands to keep moving, but he keeps him pinned firmly down, dizzy at the way he clenches down around him.
a plaintive "john" pulls a groan from him, but he composes himself, lifts his gaze back up to gale's face and lets the corners of his lips quirk up, purrs out a "yeah, sweetheart? something wrong?"
laughs at the way gale cusses him out, a rare sight of his little spitfire with a mouth on him, though the effect is a lot closer to being hissed at by a kitty than actually being convinced to move. john lets him run his mouth, murmurs a "cute" once gale's done, and then promptly hammers his hips up into him just once, swearing under his breath at the way it punches an open–mouthed moan from gale. rocks his hips up into him a few times before going back to a quick and rough pace, the sound of skin on skin getting both of them flushed.
it only takes a minute before gale's hips are twitching into his hands and whispered pleas are falling from his mouth and john thinks he's never had to use as much self restraint in his life as he does when he forces himself to stop moving again, once again yanking gale down against him, holding him still in his lap.
gale really fights it this time, enough so that it's a merciful distraction for john from how close he himself is (trust his idea to backfire as he ends up edging himself along with gale, he thinks) when he has to use proper strength to keep him in place. any blood that might've still been lurking around his brain rushes south the moment he sees gale's eyes getting shiny with frustration, cheeks all pink and lips red and flushed from biting down on them.
"not so fun, is it?" john taunts, but his voice comes out a bit more raspy than he would've liked, evident how much the stop and start is getting to him too. it's probably karma, because he knows he's being more mean than gale was to him, but he can't help it; those blue eyes look so pretty when tears are threatening to spill over when he's desperate and needy like this.
gale wriggles in his lap the best he can, still furiously chasing his orgasm, head finally falling back in frustration before he lifts it again, looking john in the eyes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. he whines quietly and whimpers out the sweetest "please, johnny," almost crying in his impatience, and fuck.
john doesn't mean for his hips to twitch up at that, but they do, hard. gale sobs out a broken sound at the way john's cock hits just where he needs it to in his accidental movement, and gale spills over his stomach completely untouched, just like that. john swears and drives his hips up into him in an attempt to quickly amend his slip up, moaning loud at the wrecked noises that immediately start bubbling up out of gale as he fucks him through his orgasm.
he tips over the edge himself from the desperate sounds the blond starts to make as he crosses the line into overstimulation, feeling gale's hips jerk frantically in his hands, fighting to get away from the incessant rhythm of his cock inside him as john shudders through his own orgasm, fingers digging into gale's sides.
he slows down to a gentle grind of his hips when gale collapses against his chest, face pressed to his neck, shivering at the slow drag inside him and whining pitifully when john eventually pulls out, settling him down on his thighs while he reaches around to undo the belt and free his hands. his heart bursts at the way gale instantly wraps his arms around him, clinging to him as they both catch their breath, john petting his hair and showering him with praise.
he eventually huffs out a laugh, murmuring a "sorry buck. payback's a bitch, but that was an accident, i swear." gale groans against him in complaint, lightly nipping at his shoulder in retaliation, too tired to fight back, but john's sure he'll pay for it eventually.
it's confirmed with the "better watch your back, darling" that he gets when they're both pulling their clothes back on, but to john, that sounds less like a threat and more like a good time, and he shoots gale a crooked grin to let him know as much.
#bruh this was 1.3k i did not mean to get into so much detail#the keep reading button has never been more necessary#i wish i could crank out long drabbles like this for all the asks#but they take sooo long for me to write i am NOT a fast writer lol hence why i post a fic like once a month#but sometimes certain asks just itch my brain some type of way and then boom i've thrown up onto a tumblr post#anyway dacryphilia my beloved <3#in any other scenario john hates to see gale cry. but i think in bed he would have an affinity for making him feel so good that he cries#have i thought about this extensively? perhaps.#i just think that pretty boys with pretty eyes and pink lips deserve to cry during sex sometimes. as a treat#johnslittlespoon asks#johnslittlespoon brainrot#johnslittlespoon spicy#buck x bucky#buckbucky
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I'M SALIVATING FOR BIKERIDERS!GALE WITH COLLEGE STUDENT LEAVING!BUCKY
Gale's strong on the outside but a softie in heart that will protect and love our soft and vulnerable John.......
*screaming*
MEEEEE TOOOO. it really just hits different, it's such a unique dynamic for them and i'm so excited to write it because it's gonna be such a switch up from how i usually write them and also my first swing at a modern au/non–canon fic ooo boy
gale looks like he'd be scary and intimidating and closed–off, and he definitely can be in certain circumstances, but not with john, never with him. it probably takes a while for john to break down his walls, whatever reasons he might have them up, but who can say no to that sweet boy? gale is so protective and probably hates how soft john makes him at first, but they fall into each other's lives and make a home in each other's hearts before they realize it's happening.
john has so much love to give and hasn't had many positive male figures in his life, a la daddy issues, probably has gotten involved with men a little too similar to his dad, raised voices and mean fists and alcohol, because he'll lean into whoever gives him attention and affection. but gale is different, gale's gentle with him, knows what john needs before john himself even knows he needs it, never raises his voice or pushes or is anything other than sweet and soft with him.
sooo much to explore with these two, so much angst and slowburn and softness, my heart :')) <3
#leaving bikeriders au#johnslittlespoon asks#johnslittlespoon brainrot#buck x bucky#buckbucky#clegan
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sorry i dont know how to be happy...and slight cw for implied sexual harassment feel free not to post this <3
but. bucky having a close call incident with one of the guards in the camp- the first person he runs into after *isn't* gale but the get the vibes of what happened and know they need to get *him* to gale asap. and gale is so angry and hurt but tries so hard to push it down to comfort him </3 his poor sweet boy has been strugglig enough and really didn't need one more thing. sobbing in gale's big arms telling him he's sorry, gale rocking him shushing him telling him he has not one thing to be sorry for he didn't do anything wrong.
giving me angst asks is so dangerous rn while i'm still in post–finale grief lmfaoooo count your days (buckle in, i think this is gonna get lengthy and i should probably just write a oneshot bc i have many thoughts but we'll see) (and yeah, cw for assault)
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i haven't seen anyone talk about this happening to john (might've just missed it tbf) and in a way i get it, because y'know gale is 'visually' more likely to be a target of things like that and we don't see what he goes through at the camp before john gets there, but i'm also surprised that i haven't seen more posts talking about it the other way around because i mean john literally comes into camp with a reputation, we see it right off the bat when the interrogator basically calls him on being a man whore lol.
i can see guards (hypocritically, bc they'll turn around and hurl slurs in the next breath) making offhand comments and passes at him, "nothing that i can't handle" when one of the others catches it happening one day, and the way john is so nonchalant about it makes them wonder how often it happens.
but one day a guard doesn't like the way he mouths off at them when they say something gross to john, and it results in john being shoved to the ground with the guard atop his back in a quiet corner of the camp, and he doesn't even hear half of what's being said because his ears start ringing and all he can remember is the feeling of the cold cobble street beneath his face and the shouts of the riot around him.
vaguely registers the guard moving to feel him up, his skin crawling, bile rising in his throat, but it only takes a few seconds before someone else is approaching and the guard jumps up so as to not cause suspicion. john drags himself back to his feet in a daze, stumbling away in the general direction of his block with his head buzzing, flinches hard when he feels a hand on his arm but realizes it's just brady looking at him with concern, brady who'd caught the guard on top of him.
gale looks up from his bunk when the door opens and he sees brady ushering john in, watches brady sag with relief when he sees gale's there, and gale only has to glance at john to know something's happened, rolls out of his bunk immediately and looks at brady in alarm. he sees red when brady tells him how he'd found john, but john is staring into a corner of the room and he knows anger isn't what he needs right now, so he swallows it down, moves to stand in front of john instead as brady leaves the room, reaching up to cup his face in his hands.
john's eyes move to look at him, but he's not really looking at him, until gale murmurs a "hey, you're okay", brushing his thumbs over john's cheekbones, and then he watches john crumble and his heart sinks. and maybe any other day, john wouldn't break like that, but gale knows he's already had a hell of a week and whatever went down must have been the final nail in the coffin because as soon as he's led john to the closest bunk, john's collapsing into his arms and he can feel hot tears against his neck and gale feels sick and has to keep swallowing to fight his own tears back.
he can feel how tense john is in his arms, like he's still trying to hold back from really showing his emotions even now, and gale pets his hair, assures him it's okay, "you don't have to hide from me, bucky." and his heart shatters when he starts getting whispered apologies through hiccuped sobs where john's face rests on his chest, gale shaking his head immediately, promising him that he has nothing to be sorry for, squeezing him tighter as he rocks him gently.
gale thinks about all the different ways he'd like to go out and murder that guard, almost scaring himself with the aggression he feels, but he shoves it down so john doesn't pick up on the red–hot anger, focussing that energy on holding john tight and whispering words of comfort until the sobs become quiet shudders, feeling him finally, slowly start to relax in his arms.
(gale probably hears john huff out a shaky little laugh when he tells him "that guard better sleep with one eye open until we get out of here" because the thought of gale actually being violent is laughable to him; he doesn't realize how much gale would really do for him, how much it hurt gale to see him stumble into the room like that.)
i definitely want to properly tackle this concept in a oneshot someday so forgive me for being vague in some areas, i don't wanna fully brainrot it out and then not feel the need to write something longer about it, you feel? <3 but hopefully this is sorta what you were envisioning. they both deserved better :(
#sorry for the angst once again#tbf i've held back a lot more than expected since the finale LOL#buck x bucky#buckbucky#johnslittlespoon asks#johnslittlespoon brainrot
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ur reply to 69 anon made me wonder how insane bucky would go if buck came to him with something he wanted to try like…. he short circuits
ohhh my god. yes. this got a bit lengthy whoops!
gale thinks about how much he loves the sounds john makes when he chases his orgasm, inhibitions lost, no filter left, and he starts wondering how he'd sound if he stopped before john could come, how he'd sound begging, how he'd sound when gale starts up again.
a few days later the curiosity is too much, so he waits until he's sat in john's lap, grinding down against him with his hands tangled in dark curls, and he asks against his lips, "can i try something?"
that alone makes john's hips rock up against him, a surprised groan leaving his mouth, pulling back a little to look up at him.
"always," john breathes out, eyes wide, pupils blown. "what?" gale just smiles fondly at his eagerness, shakes his head, feels a bit mean for getting his hopes up, but he thinks it's only fair he gets to have some fun after all the propositions he's followed through on for john.
"it's a surprise," gale murmurs, leaning back in to kiss him again. and they continue as normal, needy kisses and roaming hands, though gale can feel how extra keyed up john is now. eventually he has john's dick in his hand, slick with spit, jerking him off as he sits back on thick thighs, tugging john's bottom lip between his teeth.
and there are the telltale signs of john getting closer– moans becoming breathier, hands grabbing at him, little rolls of hips into his fist, rambling whispers of "so good," "so pretty," and finally, "close."
gale stops his movements completely just as john's pretty noises peak, stilling his hand at the base of his cock, tightening his grip. a wave of heat rushes through him at the choked out moan he receives against his lips, his own face flushing.
john's hips buck up beneath him in search of friction, bouncing him in his lap a bit, fingers digging into gale's waist. a high whine bubbles up in the back of john's throat as his eyes fly open, brows pinched, looking up at gale in confusion.
and gale almost feels bad; he'd feel worse if the desperate sounds didn't go right to his own dick. he hushes john's groan of "why?" with a deep kiss, pressing his lips hard against his, sighing into his mouth.
"wanted to see something," he answers, squeezing his hand around john's cock, grinning at the strangled noise it drags out. "buck," john huffs out, rocking up into his fist when gale loosens his grip enough to do so. "that's not what 'can i try something' is supposed to mean."
"didn't know there were rules," gale hums, but he slinks out of john's lap all the same, dropping to knees and taking john into his mouth, heat pooling in his stomach at the way hands immediately find his hair. and maybe he's feeling nicer now, and he lets john use his mouth to get off as he pleases.
or, his curiosity isn't fully satiated, so he works his tongue around him until his hips are stuttering up again, hands tightening in his hair, and then he pulls off, flattening his palms on john's thighs to keep him pinned when his hips desperately try to chase his mouth.
his own cock throbs in his pants at the broken whine that's wrenched from john's throat at another denial of his orgasm, too lightheaded to fight it when john pulls at his hair to shove him back down on his cock, frantically thrusting up into the heat of his mouth before he's spilling down his throat, curses and moans falling from his lips.
it's the hottest thing gale's heard and it's worth every minute john spends bitching at him (and edging him) later that evening. <3
[edit: p2]
#sighhhh pretty men making pretty noises#i understand gale on a molecular level with this one#what more could he need in life yk#buck x bucky#buckbucky#johnslittlespoon asks#johnslittlespoon brainrot#johnslittlespoon spicy
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Ok going anon for this one lol. So your posts about edging made me think of the opposite like I have such a kink for John coming too early like he is so turned on by Gale he can’t help it. (Thinking of one of those 5 things fic too like 5 times John finishes too early). This also feeds into my John praise kink which is my favorite like what if John just comes from Gale praising him? Gale would find it super hot and delight in making him come untouched or come in his pants. I’m just so into needy!desperate! John.
YUPPP yuppp this shit lives rent free in my head oh my god. needy desperate john is everything. i agree 1000%– with other people john's been with, he's been balanced, doesn't get worked up by specific tiny things, doesn't feel on the verge of coming in his pants from a stray look.
but with gale? the slightest thing sets john off, and sits at the front of his brain all day, getting him more and more flustered until they're finally alone and any restraint is out the window. (he's literally galesexual)
the first time it happens, john is mortified, tries to cover it up with his usual loud–mouthed confidence, cracking a joke when he recovers, but gale is just like fuck. fuck, that was hot. they're probably proper making out for the first time, and john's pressed to the navigator's table in an empty plane, and gale tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth so briefly, but suddenly john's spilling into his own briefs with a ragged moan, fingers digging into gale's waist.
the awkward "oh." from john when his vision comes back, and gale's breathy "did you...?" and john's reluctant nod. gale groans against his lips, pushes back into the kiss hard, pressing his hips against john's, head spinning with how hot it is that he got off on so little.
and the praise kink would for sure feed into it, it's such a thing for both of them– and as much as gale likes being praised too, there's just something about watching john absolutely glow when he sweet talks him, telling him how well he's doing, how pretty he looks; gale can't get enough of the reactions he gets from it.
but one evening john's deep in that pliant, floaty headspace, probably on his knees between gale's legs, face warm and flushed with a mouth full of dick. gale's just barely rocking his hips, hands petting at john's hair, being so soft and sweet with him, murmuring about how he's doing so good, taking him so well, so pretty on his knees for him.
and then he tugs gently at john's hair to get him to look up, admiring the hollow of his cheeks, the pink of his lips around him. groans low in his chest and rumbles out "oh bucky, such a good boy for me." and john whines loud around him, eyes rolling back before they snap shut, hips bucking up against nothing as he comes untouched, thighs shaking where he keeps his hands firmly in place because he hasn't been told he can do otherwise.
gale barely keeps it together as he watches his jaw go slack around his cock, quickly pulling out to jerk himself off, rambling out praises as john falls apart beneath him, painting the prettiest face and lips to the tune of john's raspy broken whimpers as he trembles between his legs, curls all wild and knuckles white with how hard he's gripping his thighs. it's the hottest thing gale's seen and he definitely leans into it in the future, wanting to see if john can get off without a single touch, just by listening to his voice.
#that'll do donkey that'll fuckin do#a 5 things oneshot with this concept would be SO fun to write#i may have to add that to the wip list because goddd#there are very few things i like writing more than whiny men coming in their pants! clearly! my ao3 works speak for me!#buck x bucky#buckbucky#johnslittlespoon asks#johnslittlespoon brainrot#johnslittlespoon spicy
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hellooooooo so i’m a slut for hands okay so i just keep thinkin about bucky gettin pre-occupied with buck’s hands doing the most mundane things like
buck brings his left hand up and turns to check his watch and it exposes the softness of his wrist and bucky wants to open the curl of his fingers and kiss his way from their tips to his palm right up to the sensitive skin of his wrist hidden below uniform. wants to graze his teeth and nip softly there, wants to feel tendons flex and the heat of skin, wants to feel him alive against his mouth
and when they fly together, buck to his left as they go through pre-flight checks bucky’s eyes follow confident hands without his permission as switches are flicked and adjustments are made. each efficient movement made with ease and bucky’s competence kink is made clear (because i mean let’s face it there are so few kinks he doesn’t have for this man at this point)
every touch of them means so much from buck who gives them much more sparingly than bucky himself
the hands that save lives
HEYY HIII giggles twirls hair (◕ ˬ ◕✿) fellow gale hand enthusiast! (john's just like us fr)
i think about this sooo much, like just aesthetically he has such pretty hands, and john would appreciate that of course, but they're so much more than that. they're gentle and soft and careful even in their firmness, and they touch and hold him in ways no one else ever has. if he could spend the rest of his life doing nothing but feeling them graze over every inch of his skin, he thinks he'd be content with that. he loves that specific touches are reserved for him only, and the fact that they are so rare makes them all the more special.
he loves playing with gale's hands when they're laying face to face in bed, especially in the bunk in the pow camp, as a discreet way of still having physical closeness. gale lets him bend and pull and fidget with his fingers, watching john's focussed expression with so much fondness, endeared by each twitch of his nose and pull of lips between teeth in the same way john is enraptured by each flex of his tendons and slide of veins and roll of knuckle joints.
and john's favourite thing is when they aren't rushed, and gale is taking his time with him, and he lets john hold his wrist in one hand, the pad of his thumb resting over his pulse point while gale slides two fingers between john's lips and lets john work his tongue over them like it's something other than his hand. pushes down against the back of john's tongue to watch pretty heavy eyes grow teary, fucks them in and out of his mouth, letting them drag against john's bottom lip each time just to watch him grow flushed, eyes filled to the brim with adoration trained only on gale's face.
#sooo many thoughts on his hands#very few of them pure lol sorry bout that#buck x bucky#buckbucky#johnslittlespoon asks#johnslittlespoon brainrot#johnslittlespoon spicy
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Okay but what I *really* need is Gale leaning on the bar at the pub, content with watching Bucky making a racket with the rest of the guys—when some drunk Englishman walks up to him and calls Bucky a dog (derogatory). Gale just loses it and smashes a glass against the side of his head. Bonus points if Bucky is looking over when it happens (because a good boy always has one eye trained on his owner). I lowkey just need more fics with Buck showing off a feral side to defend what’s his
DUDE the timing on this is crazy because i'm literally 600 words deep into a pub brawl scene in my dog coded fic lol. unfortunately gale won't be doing that in my scene because he's trying to keep the peace, but i LOVE the concept.
calm and collected, can take any jabs thrown his way, but as soon as someone starts pushing it with his boy? he doesn't let it fly.
i wonder if i can find a way to slip something like this into the fic in a later scene once their dynamic has changed up a bit because it would be such a great show of how protective (and possessive, but he wouldn't admit it) gale becomes over him as time goes on.
'because a good boy always has one eye trained on his owner' this is so perfect. where i'm at in my writing rn, he's very much an unruly dog attached to gale by an invisible leash, his little (big) shadow, but there's nothing actually tethering him and he doesn't know how to cope with emotions (and feelings for gale) and he lashes out and shows his teeth.
but once he and gale progress in their dynamic and grow closer and john realizes how much he aims to please gale (instead of it being an unconscious thing), he'd look to him before acting on impulses, like he's looking to him for leadership or a green light. a metaphorical 'clicker'. ughh my brain is rotting away over this dog coded shit lmfao
#john egan is dog coded#johnslittlespoon asks#johnslittlespoon brainrot#buck x bucky#buckbucky#dog coded bucky fic
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Pls more on Gsd bucky 🙏
oOO BABY. german shepherd/dog coded bucky is everything to me, i can't be normal about it, idk what's happened to me.
i am currently almost 2k words deep into a proper oneshot for this so i don't wanna get tooo in detail because i'm sure i'll cover it there but! here are some cute lil things!
the obvious: he's german shepherd coded because he's quick to bristle and become protective over the people he loves. he's literally like the guard dog at gale's side, all bark and bite, ever watchful. he'll happily curl up at the foot of gale's bed and keep watch all night, if that's what is needed of him.
shakes his head like a wet dog when he comes out of the showers, or on a day off at some nice lake, he purposefully walks over to where gale's laying to shake out his wet curls above him, canines glinting in the sun at the way gale swats at him, calls him a "damn dog!"
always bitey. bites gale's shoulders and arms as a sign of affection, even when they're around others because everyone just accepts that's john, no nefarious intent behind it, some of the others have probably fallen victim to his nips as well. likes to take gale's hand and bring it up to his mouth to gnaw at the joint of his wrist when he's antsy, or when they're bantering and he can't think of a retort.
translates to love bites on every inch of skin he can reach behind closed doors, leaving gale marked up anywhere that's deemed safe from prying eyes, dragging sharp teeth and nipping and tonguing and sucking until gale gets impatient with him, but they both love seeing the marks it leaves behind.
the biting also feeds his oral fixation, loves to gnaw on gale's fingers when he slides two between his lips before he flattens his tongue along them in apology, letting his eyelids go heavy, hollowing his cheeks out and playing nice. just has to get the energy out first, the excited nips and tugs, and then he goes obedient and gentle (or gale finds other ways to 'muzzle' him.)
probably gets very mopey and sulky and clingy when he's sick or hurt, like a dog that wants pity and attention, glued to gale's side (even more than he already normally is.) there's definitely been at least one occasion where he's crawled into gale's bed late at night, whining about his stomach hurting, rolling onto his back in a silent ask for a tummy rub or soft kisses trailed from sternum to belly button.
i will never get tired of talking ab this i swearrrr, i've just never seen a character so dog–coded and i'm gonna have such a hard time not letting this oneshot run into the five–digit–wordcount territory lol <3
#john egan is dog coded#<- for other posts on this subject lol#buck x bucky#buckbucky#johnslittlespoon brainrot#johnslittlespoon spicy#johnslittlespoon asks
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all you're getting because most of it is borderline unreadable LOL but i think i'll turn it into a oneshot <33
#love you marge i'm sorryyy it's for the plot#buck x bucky#buckbucky#johnslittlespoon asks#johnslittlespoon brainrot#johnslittlespoon spicy
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