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MOTA Advent Day 13 Masterpost

Today in the thirteenth slot you'll find two fic recs one by @rangerelizabeth, another by anon and a drabble by @middlingmay

They will be posted throughout the day and you'll be able to find them here

Previous days: Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6 - Day 7 - Day 8 - Day 9 - Day 10 - Day 11 - Day 12

First treat under the cut 😉

Day 13 Fic Rec 1

And so the weed of sorrow springs at the four cross ways by Thetrystingtree @alienoresimagines [Teen and up - Angst, Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Canon divergence, Outsider POV - Gale "Buck" Cleven/John "Bucky" Egan - Complet 1/1 - 6,5k]

Neil and his wife never had children, and yet, he realizes as he watches Bucky’s bottom lip tremble and feels the lump in his throat growing in answer, he’s already familiar with the grief of a father. Still reeling from losing Buck on the Bremen mission, Chick tries his hardest to keep his boys together, especially Bucky. But an overheard confession that could get the other man sent home with a blue ticket forces him to make a decision that could change the outcome of the Münster mission and drastically change Buck and Bucky's fate.

@rangerelizabeth rec: This is a wonderfully written Harding POV oneshot set after Gale gets shot down, allowing us to see Gale and John’s relationship from a new perspective. Featuring a drunken, distressed John talking to Gale—though only there as a figment of his imagination—and Harding going into protective father figure mode when he overhears John’s words. This oneshot will simultaneously break your heart and stitch it back together as Harding puts aside protocol and the idea of what is truly “right or wrong” to comfort John in his grief.

[amiserableseriesofevents]

[ tip-toe ] for a kiss on the forehead for clegan please ? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

(I did not forget about you! I just had to decide which scenario to go with 🥰)

Something's wrong.

Bucky's dreaming of something pleasant, for once, and yet he startles awake when a voice in his dream whispers him that. Something is wrong.

Sleep still fogs his mind, battling with the alertness the rest of his body is feeling — ready to jump, run, fight. There are things that never go away, no matter how much time comes to pass; he knows he's needed somewhere, he just can't understand where.

Is this England? Or is it Germany?

One bleary look around the room and the answer comes to him, his muscles relax, he draws a breath; home, he's home. A farmhouse in Illinois, a porch, a cat. Buck.

It's summer so they left the windows open, a cool breeze rustling the soft gingham curtains as the moonlight shines silver on the hardwood floor, on the plain wallpaper, on the empty mattress to his left.

So, that's what's wrong.

Groaning and stiff, Bucky stands — maybe he's getting too old to sit in weird and uncomfortable positions all day, sculpting furniture for their home. "Buck?" He calls even if he knows he won't get any answer.

He looks for the t-shirt he didn't bother to put on when they went to bed, it was too hot to care, but he can't find it where he's sure he left it discarded on the floor, and feels a sudden pang at his heart; he knows what it means.

Silently as he can he makes his way to their bathroom, and sure enough he finds the door ajar. The lamps are off but the moonlight shines here too, solemn and pure, tinting Buck's hair silver just as much as sunlight usually tints it golden; he's in the empty bathtub, legs hugged to his chest, chin resting on the bony knees — his legs still look the same as they did when he was a teenager, Bucky discovered it a few years ago when they found a box of old pictures from the things Gale brought back from his Ma's. The same sharp lines and lean muscles, the same soft hair and silver scars.

He's wearing Bucky's shirt, as he'd suspected, the too long, too large sleeves covering him up to his elbows, the wide collar exposing the pale skin of his chest, covered in goosebumps even if he's sweaty. He's staring into nothing, eyes gleaming in the moonlight, breath a little hurried.

"Buck," Bucky tries again, approaching him slowly. "How are you doing?"

("Are you ok?" Is a stupid question neither of them asks the other anymore in times like this, they don't feel the need to lie to each other nor to hide their pain.)

"Nightmare," is Buck's answers but it still feels Bucky with relief; he's coherent, albeit still distant, which means the worst has passed.

"You didn't wake me up."

"Didn't wanna. Didn't scream."

Buck takes another shuddering breath. "Got your shirt, got here. Safer."

Bucky steps closer, kneels next to the tub. He cards a hand through Buck's hair, light as a feather. "I know. Do you want to come back to bed now or do you want to stay here a little longer?"

"Bed."

"Alright," Bucky says, and helps Buck step out of the bathtub. He makes a gesture as if to pick him up, bridal style, but the other scoffs and glares at him — which is another good sign, in Bucky's book.

Once they're back in bed Buck tries to turn his back on him and curl on himself, enveloped in the fabric hug of Bucky's shirt, but Bucky won't have any of it. He pulls Buck towards him and manhandles him until he's laying on his side, one arm across Bucky's chest and one leg across his thighs, bent at the knee.

"But you'll be hot," Buck says even if he's already cozying up, chin on Bucky's shoulder as the other man holds him closer and strokes his back slowly as he knows Buck likes it. He looks up at Bucky with half-lidded eyes, distant for he's falling asleep and not for the plaguing nightmares anymore; there's even the hint of a smile on his lips.

Bucky shushes him, plants a soft kiss on his damp forehead. "Nevermind that. Now you go back to sleep, I'll keep the night at bay."

Reassured, Buck closes his eyes. "Until dawn comes," he murmurs, disjointed and nonsensical.

"Until dawn comes," Bucky responds.

[air-exec]

💰 also. If I send 💰💰💰💰 does that mean you'll write 15 :Idcuteeyes:

Make me write

I hate you both deeply 🫶

Anyways, like the other one i did this just chucks yall in in the middle of a scene.

“Gale. John. I am so unbelievably happy for you both. I see the way that you look at each other and I see a long, happy future ahead of you.”

“Thank you, Mama.”

——————

Later, when the sun has gone down and Gale is sitting with John and Virginia on the fire escape, the siblings passing a cigarette between them, he finally starts to feel that nervous knot in his stomach start to untangle. It’s chilly, but it’s better than being inside, in the living room with their parents.

Gale feels a little bit like a teenager again.

“You know, Gale,” Virginia looks at him, breaking the companionable silence. “Your mom thought you were never going to get married.”

He blinks at her as the words process in his head.

“What?”

“You never really dated, never even seemed interested in anyone, just followed Johnny around like a puppy,” She shrugs, blowing a ring of smoke into the night. “I guess now that makes sense, given the circumstances.”

“How do you even know that?” John asks, nudging her leg with the toe of his shoe.

“Once I had a kid, I hit that level of adulthood where other, older adults stopped censoring themselves. I’ve learned so many weird family secrets. It’s a blessing and a curse.”

To Gale, that sounds far more like a curse than a blessing.

[majorbuckyegan]

"Burning" and "lean" for the wip guessing game <3

Ty!! These are both from Blue Skies <3

Burning

“After Bill called, I figured I'd try and cook us dinner. Thought it might take my mind off it if I just kept busy.” John shrugged, shuffling slightly closer to him, “Ended up burning myself on the dish when I took it out of the oven, then I cut myself cleaning up the glass. Nothing wild.”

Lean

He didn't bother getting John's crutches for him, simply letting the other man take his arm so that he could lean his weight on him as they slowly walked through to the bedroom. Once they were there, he helped John sit down on the bed, sitting down next to him, “Is your knee alright?” He asked.

Send me a word, any word, and if it’s in my WIP I’ll answer your ask with the sentence or line it appears in.

[onyxsboxes]

⭐? 🫶🏻

Hi Ali 🥰😘 🫶🏻

Send me a ⭐ and I'll fill this out for you!

[libramooon]

⭐ please ? 💙💙

Heart Of My Own — Basia Bulat

Queen of Peace — Florence + the Machine

Sweet Creature — Harry Styles

Wuthering Heights — Kate Bush

Someone New — Hozier

Golden — Harry Styles

Fireworks — First Aid Kit

[randomfandomimagine]

Hey could you take me off of your taglists please? Nothing against you or your works, don't worry💙💙 I just feel really bad bc I didn't interact with your marvel stuff altho you tagged me bc I haven't seen much of them so I have no ideas who the characters are (i was supposed to watch them but..) so yeah thank you💕 -alienoresimagines

Sure, I’ll take you off the tag list!

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