can't tear themselves away from each other 🥰

Masters of the Air, gale/john, 4k

Gale takes a deep breath, and turns to John, and says, “Bucky. I need you to get me out of here.”

There are voices out in the church—a lot of voices, all on Marge’s side of things except for the boys from the 100th who made the trek out to Wyoming for him. John’s the only one in here with Gale, and he stares for a minute before he says, “What?”

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just a quick little thing because i had an idea this morning for like 2 lines of dialogue and it got out of hand

love the idea of mota's curt biddick like as a concept. here are buck and bucky two sides of the same coin doing their tragic unspoken homoerotic epic wartime romance, a matched set of aviator ken dolls, big tall respected paragons of masculinity in leather jackets making stoic faces at the horizon. and here is the medieval court jester looking motherfucker they let follow them around. and the only thing that hits either of them anywhere near as hard as losing each other is losing their overgrown bad news bears style rapscallion. just incredible vibes

Masters of the Air, john/gale, 10k soulmate au

“Hey, Brady,” John says, easing his big body into the cockpit. “Once we get over Germany, I’m gonna bail.”

“Sure,” says Brady, moving mechanically through pre-flight checks, obviously not paying attention, then—“Hold on, what?”

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Masters of the Air, john/gale, 10k soulmate au

“Hey, Brady,” John says, easing his big body into the cockpit. “Once we get over Germany, I’m gonna bail.”

“Sure,” says Brady, moving mechanically through pre-flight checks, obviously not paying attention, then—“Hold on, what?”

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masters of the air · part one

me before bf: love is a narrative device
me after bf: oh this is a sensory experience

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that’s what makes her so nice 😄