“John Egan, your two o’clock.”
bucky sleeps in fits at the camp.
the cold keeps him awake. the lack of comfort. the noises, sure.
but when he does finally manage to fall asleep, those aren’t the things that wake him.
it’s a recurring nightmare of arriving at the stalag, asking after buck, and never being able to find him. he walks and he walks and he calls out and nothing happens. the world around him is dull and lifeless and buck isn’t here, gale isn’t here, which means —
bucky sits up with a gasp in his bunk, gale’s name already on the tip of his tongue, the veil between nightmare and reality so fucking thin, until —
“you’re alright, john.”
bucky glances in the direction of the voice — your two o’clock — and finds gale laying there, right where he said he’d be, right where bucky had found him again. his breathing slows as he holds buck’s gaze, finding comfort in the familiar hue of gale’s blue eyes practically twinkling in the moonlight.
(this is real. bucky knows it — knows because he’d never manage to dream up that kind of beauty in a place like this.)
“sorry for wakin’ you,” bucky offers quietly, voice low to hide the tremble he still can’t shake.
gale just hums. “get some rest, egan. you know where to find me.”
bucky keeps his eyes open as long as he can, committing the sight of buck in his own bunk to memory before he drifts off.
your two o’clock. your two o’clock. your two o’clock.
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thoughts on how buck and bucky would end up kissing and/or hooking up for the first time? what would lead up to it, who would make the first move etc <3
I feel like it would have to be either after a rough mission, or a successful one.
First one could be that the grief and loss has worn everyone down, John and Gale are trying to understand their place in it all, to cope with the fact it could be one of them next.
Gale is more reserved about his anxiety, doesn’t show it publicly, has to be a leader for everyone. John is more likely to get physically antsy, tries to find the positives in it all because he’s still got Gale.
It feeds off on everyone, able to find hope despite their fears.
Gale’s never been more relieved at John’s glass half full type of energy, feeling less burdened by the weight of pressure.
But John confronts him one night, he’s a little more drunk than he should be, but it’s the only way to find his strength.
He crowds Gale against a wall, his lips pulled tight, pressing his forehead to their shoulder, bottom lip jutted out and trembling.
Gale feels it then, what he’s been hiding, brings his hand to John’s shoulder and tries to rub him there reassuringly.
John voices his fears, lifts his head, Gale sees how wet they’ve grown.
“It’s gonna be alright,” Gale murmurs, and he tries to smile, ducking his head slightly. “We’re gonna be alright.”
John swallows, feels a lot of things in the moment, isn’t sure what any of them are.
Not until he brings his hand up, cupping it again Gale’s cheek, surging forward to press their lips together in something that’s too messy, teeth clacking against one another, almost bumping noses.
But Gale doesn’t run from it, just stands there shocked, feels his eyes widen before John pulls away from him.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he whispers, but there’s no menace to his tone, no real rejection to back up his words.
John catches it, and he steps back, nodding his head.
“Yeah, I shouldn’t have… Too bad I’m about to do it again anyways.”
Right well I should probably say now it wasn’t supposed to turn into that but, I’d feel bad ridding y’all of the extra content so I’ll let it stay.
The other option is much more cheerier!
They’re probably together in the hall, music’s blasting, people are dancing, John and Gale are at each other’s sides as always.
John’s especially taken by the thrill of it all, can’t stop smiling, finding ways to chime in with singing, or patting his comrades on the back whenever they walk back.
Gale’s just smiling, sometimes he grins a little more with teeth, feels the world sweep away from him.
It might just be one night, but they’re making it his, they’re taking the victory and using it as means to inspire how successful the future could be.
After all their hard work they deserve it.
John probably saunters back, hooks his arm around Gale, leans real close.
“Come with me?”
“You need an escort now?”
“I might, you don’t want me wandering off on my own tonight, do you?”
Even though he tries to hold meaning to the theat, the smile spilling over his cheeks shows he’s just trying to get his way.
Gale gives into him anyways, follows him outside, lets him smoke his cigar and leans his head back against the wall to take in the stars.
The world feels at peace for a little while, no fights or fires above, just laughter and joy and beer.
John catches his gaze, follows it with a grin, nudges his arm into him.
“Don’t get too lost in the clouds, Gale. I need you down here with me.”
“I’m always down here with you.”
John laughs at that, thinks it’s the funniest, sighs and leans his head back to join Gale’s observations.
“I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere anytime soon, you can count on that.”
Gale laughs too, something easy and sweet.
John tilts his head towards the blond, leans close to murmur something, and Gale turns in time to catch their lips almost touching.
It stops them both, John’s lips parted and ready to usher words, Gale’s closed and ready to listen - but they split apart when they notice how close John is.
“I don’t plan on going anywhere,” Gale whispers, thinks it’ll spark them both back to normalcy.
It doesn’t, if anything it halts John further in his tracks, and then his eyes dip.
Gale doesn’t have time to warn him not to be too hasty, to tell him he should move in case someone comes out and sees them so close.
John’s lips on his force him into silence, everything else falls away, and his cheeks warm under the attention before he gently prods John back.
“Someone could have seen,” he warns, and something about it makes John smile.
Gale’s slightly appalled at his lack of consideration or care regarding the matter until John continues.
“Next time I’ll be more careful.”
Fuck. I ended up yapping again. Okay so I could honestly see it going different ways but I wound up writing two very specific scenarios, sorry bout that one. If you want different like perspectives in the future lemme know.
And, uh, hope you enjoyed??
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Everyone in the 100th know that Bucky and Buck are Bucky&Buck. They notice the way Bucky trails after Buck, how he always needs to have an arm thrown over the others shoulder and how Buck seems to be the only one able to calm their Major down.
They also notice Buck's lingering stares, the way he leans into Bucky's orbit, and how the older Major is always able to pull a smile out of the blonde.
No one questions it. Everyone looks out for them.
When one of the Brits across the table makes a jab at Bucky and Bucks closeness everyone is on high alert. They've been able to keep the couples relationship a secret for this long and they weren't going to let anyone make their Majors unhappy in such troubling times.
So, Curt tries to steer the conversation away from them but they somehow end up praising Buck's piloting skills which leads to the guys cooing over Buck's reddening cheeks from all the attention. When another Brit makes an obvious jab at the flustered blonde, Bucky is quick to defend him.
Crosby and Bubbles try to calm things down but it's too late. Major John Egan doesn't let anyone disrespect Major Gale Cleven.
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It had been four years since Gale Cleven had found one “Bucky” Egan almost bleeding to death in his stables, and life had been far better for it.
The town of Lemmon welcomed their new Deputy sincerely, a pleasant change to the lawman who had come before him, and Bucky had responded to their acceptance with pleasing smiles and endearing quips. Even brothers, Crosby and Bubbles, had started to fear him less, and like him more. John had slipped into Gale’s world and knocked it out of orbit, into a kinder, softer galaxy.
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Rosie’s holding a letter in his hand.
“Bucky home yet?” He asks carefully. “I ain’t seen him.”
All Gale can do is shake his head, dread building in his lungs. In his peripheral, Curt stands up.
“He okay?” Curt asks.
“Course he is,” Gale snaps, and then regrets it. He says, softer, “when you known him not to be okay?”
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The one where Deputy John Egan doesn’t come home for a few days, and Gale sets out to find him.
(Can be read as a sequel to Wild Things, or a standalone.)
YEEHAW PARTNER
i honestly wasn't going to do this so soon but my hands slipped and the western au is just such a fun world to write that i couldn't help it
you can treat this as a sequel to wild things or its own thing, if you'd rather leave wild things with the ending it had. i've tried to make it so that u can read the new series as its own story, if thats what u want to do :)
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Fandom: Masters of the Air (TV 2024)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Gale "Buck" Cleven/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan
Summary:
John was in a mood.
Sometimes he got like this. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, he could be a difficult storm to weather.
Gale could often pinpoint the source of these moods easily – the loss of their boys, a mission gone awry, receiving bad news from home – but when he couldn’t, he tried to ride them out by ignoring them until they passed.
This was a tall enough order when they were simply sharing command and quarters, but since the nature of their relationship had finally, finally changed, it had become next to impossible.
This particular mood had endured for the better part of a week, and was now spilling mercilessly into their weekend leave. John was subdued on the train ride to London, chin resting on his hand, pretty blue eyes gazing out the window. He didn’t even try to brush a hand or foot against Gale, a quick promise of closeness to come, and whenever conversation occurred between them, it died as quickly as it had been sparked.
Gale was worried.
Alternatively: 6.6K of idiots in love discovering how to communicate, and possibly some kinks along the way.
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