#getinthefuckingjaeger

[opalinedaydreams]

Oh my god I just saw -- please if you don't mind can you try Hangman and Bob for Hand-Holding Ask, number 10 and 24?

looking for a king | hangman/bob

or; a night off at the Hard Deck, featuring the art of dealing with homophobia

They’re enjoying a night off at the Hard Deck, two rounds in and laughing at something Payback has just said, when Jake realizes that maybe they needed this. That Maverick had somehow known, cutting them loose from training early with a raised brow and a quiet don’t get into too much trouble, all before hopping on his motorcycle and heading off into the sunset. 

And now that Jake is here, wedged onto a barstool at a back table between Phoenix and Bob, he’s grateful—right up until some numb-nutted soldier slips by with a too-loud comment about keeping the queers out of the military, brushing Payback’s shoulder as he passes, and Jake’s half out of his seat before the guy has even finished talking. 

Something stops him. A hand—quick and unrelenting as a viper—grabs his wrist, pulling him back down to his seat. A tether. A lifeline. 

Jake is so surprised that he doesn’t even fight it, cutting a quick look to his captor. It’s Bob. Bob, who hasn’t even looked up from his conversation with Fanboy from across the table. 

Jake forces a deep breath. Forces two more. Phoenix pats his shoulder in silent solidarity, cuts a glance towards the passing soldier that promises demise if he dares to pass their table again, and that’s the end of it. 

He falls back into the conversation easily enough, slipping in a dig at Fanboy’s taste in music and taking a wadded up napkin to the face for his services. 

And then he offers to grab round three, and he’s halfway out of his seat before he realizes he’s dragging Bob along with him, their fingers interlaced beneath the table. Payback raises a brow over their empty collection of beer bottles as Bob untangles their fingers carefully, gently, recovering quicker than Jake can. 

“I’ll help,” he says softly, as if it were his intention all along, and then he’s starting towards the bar. 

Jake stands frozen for two seconds too long before hurrying after him, leaving the now-deafening silence of the table behind him. 

Bob’s already ordered another round by the time Jake arrives, a refreshed cup of peanuts in his hand. Jake leans against the countertop and tries for casual, or normal at the very least, landing at least twenty yards shy in what feels like a minefield. 

He can still feel the ghost of Bob’s hand in his. He wants to reach, to intertwine their fingers again. 

And then Bob glances up at him, like maybe he’s working up something to say, and Jake can’t take the quiet anymore. 

“What?” he manages, too short and half as suave as usual. 

“You wouldn’t have beaten him, you know.” 

Jake’s shoulders square with the presentation of a challenge, his jaw clenching to the point of near pain. “You think I couldn’t take that guy?” 

“I know you could take him,” Bob says, and there’s something beneath it, something a little weighted. It’s too much for Jake to parse out right now. “But all of them? Every guy like him left in the Navy? In the world? It’s not likely.” 

Jake huffs out a breath, frustrated. “But how—“

“You live your life. You don’t let people like him tell you it’s wrong, and you don’t let them bait you, because you’ll never beat them all. But...that doesn’t mean you can’t be happy. It doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you.”

Jake winces, something painful twisting in his chest. “This isn’t your first rodeo, is it?” 

Bob shrugs, popping another peanut into his mouth. “Basic training was hell. College was worse. But...if I tried to fight every idiot who thinks he has a right to say anything about who I love…I wouldn’t be here, now.” He glances up at Jake then, something bright in his eyes. “And…I like it here.” 

Jake takes a breath, and then takes two more, because apparently he’s not going to be catching a break tonight. “Yeah,” he breathes. 

He’s so strung out on a wire, miles above sea level, that he nearly misses Penny dropping their beers on the counter before him with a soft smile and a hello. 

Jake returns the greeting and then watches her go, an idea sparking in his mind as he turns back to Bob. 

“We may not be able to beat them all,” he says slowly, and it’s a little bitter on the way out, tasting like ashes and memories he’s not ready to deal with. But it’s true. And he could do with a little more truth in his life. 

Bob raises a brow, and there it is again: that little grin, tucked into the corner of his mouth. “What did you have in mind?” 

Jake pulls a quarter from his pocket. Takes a handful of beers, linked between his fingers, and lets Bob scoop up the rest. 

They hit the jukebox on their way back to their table. Jake pops the quarter in, makes his selection, and tosses a raised brow back at Bob, already grinning, swaying along to the beat. 

“You may not drink, Floyd,” he says. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t sing.” 

Bob rolls his eyes. They cart their beers back to the table as the opening notes to Dancing Queen ring out, Fanboy whooping in anticipation as Phoenix claps along to the beat. 

And on any other day, Jake would search the crowd. He’d seek out rage-reddened faces as a queer anthem was screamed along to by a bar full of people he doesn’t know. 

But today…he sets his grudge with the world aside. He drops the bottles on the table, he scoops Bob’s hand out of thin air, and he belts out a tune he only remembers half of the words to. And he doesn’t stop singing. 

send me your floydsin prompts!

#i'm not super proud of this one because it feels super choppy #but i hope you guys enjoy it #and thank you for the prompt!!!! #top gun #top gun: maverick #asked & answered #getinthefuckingjaeger #remi writes #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #floydsin #hangman x bob #reuben payback fitch #mickey fanboy garcia #payback x fanboy #natasha phoenix trace #penny benjamin #fanfiction #top gun fanfiction

[jakes3resin]

You already have a publication date for Courting Fic

Maybe Monday. I'm changing the beginning again, and I'm still writing the ending. But maybe Monday evening my time.

Genuinely this fic never seems to near the end. Writing so much fluff is giving me hives I need some angst.

#asks #getinthefuckingjaeger is a godsend because the opening i had felt wrong and they were amazing pointing out how i could fix it

[jesperfahxey]

MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024) Part one | Part nine for @getinthefuckingjaeger

#masters of the air #motaedit #mastersoftheairedit #appletvedit #appletvsource #appletvgifs #tvedit #tvcentric #tvshowgifs #tvandfilm #tvgifs #my creations #*gifs #yeah i read the tags so what? #don't you guys think the text is big? #nah...

[k1ance-a-lot]

Black Paladin Keith and his right hand man Diplomat/Red Paladin Lance

[Click here for the Diplomat au thread fic by @getinthefuckingjaeger ]

Heavily inspired by the incredible mind of @callmelyc 💜

#klance #voltron #fanart #vld fanart #lance mcclain #keith kogane #art #diplomat au #thread fic

[hogans-heroes]

Ok @lindenbloom and @getinthefuckingjaeger you got me thinking about this. What was going through Gale’s head when he looks back and sees Bucky fighting with the guard and Bucky tells him to go? And then through Bucky’s head when a guard is shooting at the escapees and Bucky looks back?

In the scene it looks like the guard that spotted Bucky had not yet seen Gale. When Bucky puts up his arms and says “don’t shoot” the guard thought it was Bucky trying to escape and didn’t see Gale. If he had seen Gale that far away near the wall he would have shot him. Bucky literally saved his life here.

When Gale realized Bucky had been caught he stopped. Bucky sees this and tells him to run, and still there’s a second of hesitation. Gale obviously has shown a strong drive for survival throughout the show but also knows what it would do to Bucky if anything happened to him, if Bucky sees him get shot here. They are both in survival/adrenaline mode where your body takes over and you’re not thinking about *anything*, fight or flight to the max. But we’re still seeing a flash of impact to Gale on the magnitude of what is happening.

After he gets away and the guard starts shooting, Bucky looks back. Those weren’t spraying gunfire shots, those were intentional shots of someone who had something to aim at. Bucky doesn’t know if Gale made it away or if he’s been shot and is lying in dark now. But he has to believe he made it because he can’t live with the alternative. As we’ve said before, Bucky wears his heart on his sleeve and emotions on his face even when he’s trying to hide it.

I’ve talked a little before on how we really can’t comprehend the kind of bond these guys had. People who not only trained and fought together but spend more than a year living together in a tiny hellhole of a barracks with threat of dying and every psychological trial known to humans. After all that to get separated now…but none of this would hit them in this moment, but it would still be hard. It would be really hard to leave each other. A lot of guys didn’t. Made decisions against orders and counterintuitive to survival.

#having lots of thoughts and too many feelings #painful ones #mota #masters of the air #mota spoilers #masters of the air spoilers

[avonne-writes]

Pet peeves

I posted a question about Buck and Bucky’s pet peeves a few days ago and I received a lot of great responses! Thank you guys! I will compile them in this post instead of replying individually.

bucky def hates being micromanaged and passive aggressive people

Hahaha, very true, especially the micromanagement. He doesn’t like unreasonably tight reins.

another common pet peeve is when ppl talk over u/ interrupt OR talk down to u. i could see bucky having a pet peeve of ppl talking down to him but not really interrupting. however can we say that those two r his biggest pet peeves when directed towards buck… (i cannot separate these two in my head)

Bucky wouldn’t be able to stand that, for sure! I like how you extended it to him having the same pet peeves about people doing that to Buck. I can see him being really irritated with that.

i think buck might have a pet peeve of chewing too loud.

Maybe if it's too loud, but I’m not sure about this because he's the one who always has something in his mouth 😁

i could see bucky having a pet peeve with slow drivers and know it alls.

Oh, the faces he’d make if he was stuck behind a slow driver 😆 The best would be if they were stuck while it was Gale driving - Gale would be all calm and collected while Bucky would be rolling his eyes and huffing in the passenger seat.

Mm pet peeve - Bucky is more than fine with physical touches, but only if he initiates it. He actually do like his personal space, but it's something that he prefers to invite people into rather than have them just come in. Remember that one scene when Croz was pointing out the general direction of Scotland in ep2, and Bucky (hilariously) pushed Croz's finger from his face with a cute little disgruntled look on his face? Cutest thing!

I remember that moment, it was so funny! I think it was because of the vomit, but I like this idea, would be interesting to explore. Actually, if we think about it, when was Bucky touched in the show without him or Buck initiating it first?

They both can't stand wasting anything. Be it food, clothes or anything materialistic. They rather eat leftovers for three days then throw it in the bin. Wear their clothes until they can't be repaired anymore. (Not because they have no money but because they're frugal af) This would be so for the rest of their lives.

I think this is a good one because imagine wasting food after their experiences in the stalag. I agree that they'd try to eat everything. They're not picky anyway. I do think they like nice clothes though, they were always so stylish 😄

Gale's very specific about the way things are done. He's very OCD, has lists for everything. He can't stand to be disrupted if he's in the middle of solving a problem.

Omg yeah, disrupting Gale while he’s solving a problem is a no-no. He shoots the other person these looks that could kill - doesn’t even need to say anything, people just scamper away.

And OCD Buck has just come up recently - it could be an interesting take on him! And also how others try to accommodate it, especially John, who's the furthest thing from OCD.

John is a nurturer and loves to give presents (but always things that are needed, never just fun things because that seems wasteful) so he gets a bit standoffish when people take this for granted and NEVER give back.

Aww, yes, poor John! He's such a giver. Giving back doesn’t even have to be a present, it's enough for him to feel the other's happiness and love. It would hurt him so bad if someone just discarded his present.

Thank you so much for these, lovely anons and @getinthefuckingjaeger!

#mota #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #pet peeve headcanons #anon

[edas-boytoy]

Original grid by @getinthefuckingjaeger

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #pretty obvious but why not?

[eganeyes]

tagged (!!!! which is wholly incredible btw got me giggling and kicking my feet) by @mercyedes for a playlist shuffle game <33 (thank you the slightest littlest random interaction with you fills me with great joy)

shuffle your favourite playlist and post the first five songs that come up.

if u think i'm pretty - artemas

no peace - sam smith ft. yebba

like real people do - hozier

silent boarding gate by jun

h.s.k.t. by leehi ft. wonstein

tagging @getinthefuckingjaeger @andylyn @daysofxavierspast and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!! i heavily realize i talk with you all barely at all outside of reblogging and SEA pride 😭 but incredibly fond of you all!! so feel free to do this shuffle game no pressure <3

#playlist shuffle game #asking you all to please politely look away from my music taste #saw monsta x on mercyedes' list and ascended to heaven btw #non mota

[dinozenkaiju]

@getinthefuckingjaeger How did you know my secrets? I was thinking about it but in the end I just drew Bucky with a toothy green. Tbh I want to draw them like so bad!

#buck x bucky

[to-proudly-go]

Finally posted chapter 2 wheeeee

Had to get this out before diving headfirst through weeks of exams and uni stuff wish me luck 🥹🥹🥹

@getinthefuckingjaeger i know you said you subscribed but im tagging you still 😂

#star wars #babywan #de aged obi wan au #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin fic #obikin #my stuff

[opalinedaydreams]

what if... Hangman making the move on Bob is less about singing (badly) to him at the Hard Deck or being smooth af, but more about him subtly doing things that makes Bob happy or his life easier like reminding whoever's ordering lunch that Bob doesn't like parsley so tell the restaurant to omit, or hip checks Payback to give Bob more room to make his shot at pool, or carrying around a glasses cloth that he flicks at Bob when he tries to get rid of a smudge, or strategically place himself to block the sun glare (and providing running commentary) as Bob does his push-ups, or if they're deployed separately he'd send packs of snacks randomly (with a note saying 'what kind of idiot likes hot cheetos in their buldak ramen seriously') just idk man just being quietly charming and you don't see it unless you know what he's like normally and practically everyone is invested in this now.

dude, i wanted to do something with this so bad before answering, like write a 5+1 or something, but it wasn’t coming naturally. and the truth is, this is perfect as is. so i’m going to leave it here with a chef’s kiss, and if anything does come to me, i’ll just tack onto it later! ✨🌙✨

#asked & answered #getinthefuckingjaeger

[jakes3resin]

Ran My Fingers Through Your Hair

Curls Fic is finally finished, @getinthefuckingjaeger here you go, the finished thing. I'm going to go lay down and wail now.

John's curls are a mess.

Well, technically everyone's hair is a mess right now. Buck can't even imagine what his own hair looks like at the moment, but Buck can only focus on John, has only been focused on John since the man walked in looking like he'd been kicked to hell and back nearly a week ago.

It's just... John's curls are tangled. They're dirty, and Buck isn't completely sure they actually managed to wash out all of the blood. He'd been too focused on keeping John alive back then. He still is, but now with John's fever finally breaking, Buck can focus on other important things.

Like John's curls.

They're the prettiest shade of chestnut that Buck's ever seen. Never seen anything half as pretty. John says his hair's just brown, maybe a coffee brown if he's feeling poetic, but he doesn't know what Buck's talking about when he says they shine in the sun. There are pretty hazel and auburn undertones that you can see when Bucky stands just right in the sun if you look, and Buck always looks.

That pretty chestnut is hidden now. No hazel or auburn in sight. Buried even. Under dirt, blood, and grease like Buck's never seen. John's hair is a mess.

And don't get him started on John's curls. Buck can barely bring himself to see them as they are now. They're usually movie star pretty without John even trying. Buck had heard more than one girl lamenting how such pretty curls ended up with John, who doesn't grow them out or spend too much time on'em. He doesn't need to, Buck muses as he reaches out for one such curl. They just spring to life, beautiful and perfect. John grumbles more often than not that they're annoying under his crusher cap, how they're always falling in his eyes if he doesn't gel them back. So why can't he cut them off, Buck always gets asked, big blue eyes staring up at him with light and laughter.

Because I love them, Buck always answers. And that's that. John always let's Buck have his way and keeps his beautiful curls even when he moans and groans about them. He doesn't mind them too much really, just complains so that Buck turns to stare at him. He loves it. He let's Buck pet them and preens when Buck helps style them.

Buck's curls are limp now, weighed down and unwashed.

It's silly to be so hung up about the state of John's curls, this Buck knows. But, there's something in him that needs to see those curls healthy and full of life. A clawing, desperate thing that refuses to budge out of his chest whenever he looks down and see dark, dark blood and dirt burying those precious curls.

Where did it all come from? Buck brushes more dirt off. Why won't it just go away? Why is it there? What happened to John to cover him like this?

"Buck," Brady's voice cuts through Buck's thoughts, and he stares up at the other. He clears his head, tries to show Brady that everything's fine, that Bucky's on the mend.

Brady looks worried. Buck understands. Even though John's fever had finally broken late last night, they're not out of the woods yet. There's still the concussion to worry about, the barely healing wounds on his face and body, not to mention the general peril of living here in this camp that could end up killing John. Worrying about all of that is exhausting, and Buck hopes the boys can at least take some hope and solace that John's doing a bit better today. Some hope would be good for them.

"I brought dinner." Brady lifts his hands, showing off the bowls full of what passes for food round here. Buck presses his lips together, trying to calculate just what he'd have to bargain to get John something healthier. "How about I help him eat? Give you some rest."

Rest? Buck turns back to stare at John. He's still sleeping thankfully, but can Buck afford to rest right now? There's so much to do still. He can't leave John.

"I'm fine Brady."

Buck doesn't turn to look at the other man, but he hears him sigh and turn away. Plates clang together, and Buck just lets that noise fade away to check on John again.

He's still sleeping. Doc says it's good that he's sleeping, that it means his fever and concussion are healing. Buck hasn't seen those pretty blue eyes in so long, but he tells himself that it's okay. That rare fevered glimpses will be enough if it means John's here, that he's healing like he should be.

Buck doesn't think about those first few awful days. John collapsing into his arms. Brushing dirt off only to find dried blood and deep wounds. His temperature rising and rising without end. Of John's screams as the fever dragged up memories Buck couldn't understand. How John had stared through him, treating him like a ghost.

Perhaps Buck is a ghost. Perhaps he...

"Major, please."

Buck jumps when he feels a hand come down onto his shoulder. He whirls around, placing himself between John and whoever dared get this close.

"Brady," Buck breathed out once he recognized the other man. Brady stares at him, face pale.

"Please, I'll wake him up and help him eat. You can sit right there and eat too."

"I'm fine," Buck brushes the other off. Brady clenches his jaw and steps closer. Buck reaches down to bury a delicate hand in John's curls. Despite the grime, they ground him, keep him in the moment.

"Sir," Brady's eyes dart from John to Buck and back. "I'd like to help. He wouldn't want you working yourself to the bone like this. He needs you Buck, and if you collapse because you wouldn't rest, I'm not sure the boys and I could take care of both of you."

Buck presses his lips into a fine line. His fingernails scratch at John's scalp. John stirs.

Brady turns back towards the table. Buck looks down at John. His eyelashes flutter, but sleep still seems to have him in its grasp.

"We could wash his hair after we eat."

Buck whips back up to look at Brady. Brady meets his gaze evenly. His fingers curl up, strands of hair caught in their grasp. John shifts under him. He breathes out, forcing himself to calm down.

"It's not right leaving his hair like that. Doc said we could try washing it once his fever broke, right? I'm sure Bucky would love to wake up to clean hair."

Buck stares at him. He slowly extracts his hand from John's curls. John murmurs something just as Buck takes one stumbling step away, but Brady rushes in before Buck can move back. He smiles at Buck, but it's not as calming as it should be

"I'll be over here then." The words taste bitter.

Buck gestures to the table. Brady seems to deflate ever so slightly, but Buck can understand that. Watching over John can't be good for the men. John's usually so full of energy, and watching him sleep and sleep and sleep has to be taking it out on the others. Buck should say something.

"Boys," Buck greets as he drags out a chair next to Benny who greets him with a quick nod. Benny gives him room, but his presence is grounding as Buck sits. The others stare back over their plates. "Mind if I join you?"

"Course not Buck," Murph slurps up his broth.

"Take a seat."

"Thanks."

Buck barely tastes the food, which on any other day he'd be glad for. The Ritz this was not, but the longer he sits, the more he wishes to go. He can hear John’s voice murmuring something, but it quickly stops. The boys all talk, discussing what's happened that day, guard rotations, and any news they've heard from the new arrivals. Important things, but Buck can’t focus on them. Their voices fade into a dull drone falling into his ears. Buck takes it in and tries not to turn around.

He stares down at his hands and tries not to flinch when he sees how dirty they are. Dirt, John had said something about shovels. Why shovels?

"Buck?" Benny nudges him.

"Hmm?" Buck scrapes his spoon against his bowl for lack of anything else to do.

"Crank says there's an extra jug of boiled water if you'd want to wash Bucky's hair."

A jolt runs through him. Buck looks up. Crank stares back, a tentative smile on his face.

"That's mighty kind of you," Buck drawls. "Thanks."

"I'll go grab it." Crank rushes towards the window.

"How's ole Sleeping Beauty over there anyway Brady?" Benny calls out. Buck clutches at his spoon.

"Sends him compliments to the chef. What do you think he's doing, Benny?" Brady calls back, a sarcastic bite to his voice that sends the others laughing.

"Just asking Johnny," Benny's leg presses against Buck's, and he tries to smile as everyone seems to take this as a cue to settle down.

Crank comes back with the water, sets it down right in front of Buck with a satisfying thud.

“Should be enough in there to get him up to grooming standards, right?” Crank laughs as he says it.

Buck’s stomach rolls. His meager dinner barely settled before it turns over. He says something, he’s really not sure, but the boys all laugh and turn back to the last of their food. Buck turns his head and catches Brady tucking a curl behind John’s ear. Its the one that likes to hang right in John's eyes. It flopped back nearly a second later, stubbornly refusing stay.

Brady looks over and sees him watching. He smiles, but Buck can see how tired the other man is, dark shadows under his eyes. None of this was easy for them. John was a pillar for every man here, had been since the war began, and watching him struggle like this couldn’t have been easy.

Buck excuses himself from the table, unable to bear it any longer. His exit is quietly accepted as the boys start to gather up plates. Crank takes his and exchanges it for the jug.

Normally, Buck would protest, but the water plays some kind of siren song on him. The idea of cleaning John’s hair is too tempting. He’ll have to get Crank back for it another day.

“How’s he doing?” Buck sets the jug down next to John’s bunk. Brady’s hands quickly gather up their dishes. John doesn’t stir.

“Ate most of the broth, hates turnips though,” Brady gnaws at his lip. “Wasn’t fully lucid, but he recognized me which is something right?”

“Sure, it is,” Buck pats him on the shoulder. “Doc said that it’s a good sign if he comes around like that remember?”

“Right Buck,” Brady holds up the plates. “I’ll take these, and then we can wash his hair. Wait for me?”

“Sure,” Buck says. The lie falls off his tongue without any remorse.

John’s hair… It doesn’t feel right letting someone else wash his hair. Not when he’s like this and doesn’t know who it is. Brady disappears from view, and Buck grabs a rag from his own bed. Its not much, but it’ll do for now. He dips it down into the water, he really was going to have to thank Crank. Buck hadn’t even thought to save some water.

Buck turns and looks at John. His curls lay limp against his pillow, gnarled and greasy. There’s dirt and blood streaked across the pillow. Buck desperately misses John’s shampoo. Some dame had recommended it to him once, and it worked wonders on his curls. Left them soft and springy when John didn’t style them.

Buck runs the rag gently across his head, careful not to tug on any of the curls. It comes away spotted with dirt, and it kills him that he has no idea where it came from. None of them were this bad when they came to camp. Just John. Just John with his dirt and blood.

“You said you’d wait Buck,” Brady sighs from behind him, and Buck can’t find it within himself to feel guilty. “Fine, I brought a bowl. We should be able to soak most of the blood out.”

Brady helps him maneuver the bowl under John’s head. Buck tosses the pillow aside, a vindictive pleasure running through him at sending the dirty thing flying. John flinches when they pour the water over his hair, but Buck is quick to calm him.

“Stop,” John grunts, restless. Brady freezes next to him, but Buck just pets at his curls. More blood blooms bright red in the water.

“Just me, Bucky, just me.” Buck whispers even as John clutches at his blanket. He mumbles his name, and Buck smiles. “Don’t worry, just washing out your curls for ya.”

Brady stays silent but tense next to him until John settles. Buck reaches over for one of the aid kits they’d kept at the foot of John’s bed since his arrival. There’s not much left having been picked clean while John’s fever raged, but there’s some soap that had been left alone thankfully. Buck had bartered for it before John’s arrival, and hopefully it’d do the trick here.

“Its not shampoo, but we’ll make do right John?” Buck runs a hand over John’s curls. Brady jolts next to him, and Buck spares him a glance. Right, he’d forgotten that his John wasn’t the only one here. “Run the suds back and forth over the curls. Don’t tug on’em, alright?”

John’s curls still feel stiff in his hands as he washes them. The blood had clumped and matted the hair on the back of his hair together, but letting it sit in the water seemed to be the trick. The water turns a deep murky brown, but a weight lifts off Buck’s shoulders the more he washes away.

“Hand me that comb.” Buck points, and Brady jumps to follow.

Brushing through the wet curls calms him. He’s done it hundreds of times. John pliant under his hands as he works. All that’s missing is John’s running commentary. Buck carefully works around the cuts on John’s head. They’d spot cleaned them to the best of their ability days ago, and Buck wasn’t going to risk reopening the wounds now. Doc could take a look in the morning if John felt up to it.

Wounds like these don’t just appear on a person’s head. One cut, Buck could chalk up to maybe the bail out hadn’t gone smoothly, but there were three cuts on John’s head all of them crisscrossing. Something has to happen to cause these. Someone has to be responsible for this. John had said something about German towns, calling out for guards to stop something. The pieces weren’t connecting.

There’s no towel to dry out John’s hair, but Buck grabs his spare shirt. He’ll be fine. Brady disappears with the bowl and jug.

“Buck?” John’s voice breaks through his concentration. His voice sounds lucid this time, and Buck scratches his nails through the now clean curls. John hisses at the sensation. “That you?”

“Got it in one.” Buck can’t hide the relief in his voice. “How you feeling?”

“Like shit.” John grunts. Buck can’t help the laugh that bursts out of him at that. God he’d missed that voice. It hadn’t been the same during those fevered days. John hadn’t… John hadn’t been there, not really.

Buck puts away his now sodden shirt and comes round to face John. Clear blue eyes greet him, and he can’t help the smile that fights to appear.

“Tell me I look better than you do?” John’s eyes trail over Buck’s face, and Buck drinks him in.

“Never,” Buck grins. John laughs and then groans as pain no doubt spikes through his head. Buck rushes forward cursing himself. He grabs his pillow off his own bed and gently lifts John’s head to place it underneath. “How’s that feel?”

“I’d say better, but this is worse than any hangover I’ve ever had.” John murmurs, eyes pinched tight. “How long have I been asleep?”

“In and out for about a week,” Buck shifts putting himself between the light and John’s eyes. The soft sigh of relief from John tells him everything he needs to know. “What do you remember?”

“Germans,” John shuts his eyes trying to concentrate. Buck cups his cheek, and John practically melts into the touch. His cheeks feel too warm against Buck’s cold hands, but its not high enough to be a fever. “Brits actually hit something.”

“What?” Buck’s heart leaps into his throat. Had John been in a bombing? The question bursts out of him before he can stop it. A dish clatters behind them, the sound as loud as a bomb in Buck's ears. A bombing could make sense. That would explain the head wounds.

“No,” John murmurs, eyes shut as if the memories are hurting him. “Sorry, that wasn’t it. After. Was there after. Germans were there. So much pain.”

“John,” Buck tried to soothe him. “Its okay. You’re not there anymore. You’re okay.”

“Terroflieger, that’s what they called us.” The German falls clumsily off John’s tongue. His breathing speeds up. His hands twist in his blanket. “The guards didn’t stop them. Shot the others”

“Stop John,” Buck begs. He doesn’t want to know this. “Just breathe, okay? Breathe for me.”

“They asked about you,” John stares up at Buck. His eyes are wild, and Buck’s not sure John’s even actually seeing him. He’s a ghost again for John. “Asshole seemed smug about it. Shooting down all the good pilots.”

Buck didn’t know what to say. He pulls John into his arms, allowing the other to bury his face into his shoulder. He murmurs quiet platitudes as John shakes. He wishes he could stop those memories from hurting John. Wishes he could wash them away like dirt and blood and dirty curls.

But all he can do is bury his hand into wet curls and curl himself around the one person he has to protect. His fingers tug and pull at the curls, destroying all of Buck’s hard work as John shakes in his arms still talking. Still listing horrors that Buck can't piece together. Voices fade in and out behind them.

“Its okay,” Buck murmurs, pressing a kiss into John’s curls. They’re a mess again.

“We’ll be okay.”

#mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #clegan #bucky egan #john egan #buck cleven #gale cleven #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #this actually took everything out of me #am i super happy with the final product? no #but i need this away from me before it causes problems in my real life

[haleripley]

Why are you here Mister Detective? I figured you could use my help Pete. You’re right, I think I chipped a nail back there. Funny

Top Gun + Fanfics

Icemav as BatCat for @getinthefuckingjaeger and @looney-just-like-her-tunes

#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #batcatesque #my aesthetic #top gun #top gun maverick

[k1ance-a-lot]

"Gentle folks of the Palace,

We have a juicy report to make! Juicier than any fruit, ripe for the harvesting!

New bloods in Commander Shiro's squad report that our golden Prince and his obsidian Knight were seen under the shades on the training grounds. Prince Leandro had his arm around our brooding Knight, who smiled! As any resident of the Palace will be able to attest, our beloved dark Knight only ever smiles during training, especially at the expense of Vice Captain Griffin!

Whispers were exchanged, surely. But perhaps more than that were shared? Surely the Prince's lips were deliciously close to our Knight's cheek?

More to come, beloved gossip mongers! xoxo"

@callmelyc @getinthefuckingjaeger

#klance #KLRoyalTea #voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #galra keith #altean lance #galtean klance #au

[hogans-heroes]

From this cuddle headcanon

@getinthefuckingjaeger Bucky absolutely has Cute Aggression and yes Brady would have been subjected to this as well. I now need to go think thoughts and read/write a fic about it.

Even if Bucky’s just sitting next to someone he would grab their hand or arm or shoulder and squeeze, press the hand to his stomach, or nip randomly he likes the extra attention he’s going to get from distracting the person or getting a “hey!” or play tussle for it.

#feelsssss #buck x bucky #mota

[stupidgaypilots]

Bruised, Broken and Beautiful.

Rating: T

Pairing: IceMav

Description: When Tom was 10, both his parents were murdered before his eyes. His butler raised him to adulthood from then, and died when Tom was 23, the same year he began as Iceman. A cruel fate at the hand of one of Gotham's worst. The following months he became bitter, revengeful and it may be true that he never killed anyone but he stopped pulling a lot of his punches. Now, at 25, he is no longer as violent, but is dead set on using his alter ego to bring criminals to justice.

I TOLD YOU I WOULD WRITE THE BATMAN AU IF NOBODY ELSE DID.

There will be inspiration drawn from The Batman (2022) and The Dark Knight trilogy as they are my favourite batman movies.

Fun fact: my favourite DC character is actually Jason Todd. So if I turn a certain pilot into that (I am tweaking BatFam lore to make it work) then don’t be surprised.

@getinthefuckingjaeger and @looney-just-like-her-tunes came up with the original concept so credits to them, check out their posts :)

#top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #top gun 1986 #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #ao3 #fanfic #top gun fanfiction