#dougley

[manifestingwyntre]

pilot to bombadier, your aircraft.

Dougley//Never My Love - The Association

My HBOWar Valentine's edit for @angelfruittree, I hope you like it & Happy Valentine's Day!

[freakyomid]

can y'all hear me out on doug and carley like this

[crubblessnowglobe]

[4o4notf0und]

sorry but I really need to make a separate post about this. I can't just hide it in the reblogs they're too important to me😭😭

*cough* *cough*

[constanthaunt]

returning from war to write a little dougley ficlet based on @angelfruittree ask 🫡

“I got another one,” Ev says. 

“Jesus.”

Ev tips his chair forward, four feet to the floor again. He’s sitting behind his desk. They give him a big desk not long after they promote him to major and tell him he can’t fly anymore. There’s a lot of paperwork, stacked by the inch. Sometimes Doug thinks about giving it up over the length of it, and watching all the paper flutter away as it was swept to the side as Ev made a bawd of him. 

Wouldn’t that be something? An awful big mess. 

“There’s these two German tailors, and they’ve got a dog. One day Fritz shrieks to Hans, “Ach! Bismarck has swallowed ze tape measure, und ist dying by inches. “Quick!” cries Hans, “Open ze door, und let him die by ze yard.” 

Ev waits, mouth caught around a smile with the last word. A cigarette plumes between his fingers, dancing toward the orange ceiling light. Doug’s sure it’s supposed to be yellow. 

“You’ve told that one before, asshole,” he says. 

Ev stubs out his cigarette as Doug lights another, fighting with the click of his lighter. He exhales and it makes the room grey. Anymore of it and they could lose each other through the thick of it, groping around blind. It’s probably how it should’ve ended, shot out of the sky like every other fella they’ve shared a bunk with. 

“Made you laugh before,” Ev says. 

“Maybe I wised up.” 

“Bucky would’ve laughed,” Ev says then, for whatever reason.

Maybe he’s been thinking about him. It’s not some unspoken rule that they shouldn’t, even if it doesn’t make things easier. Doug does sometimes, between trying to teach kids how to drop bombs and getting Ev’s dick in his mouth. Thinks about him and Buck and Crank and Hambone and Brady. Thinks about them tumbling out of the sky, into the havoc they made. Sleeping with rats and freezing their asses off in Red Cross knits. 

Sometimes, though, Doug thinks about other stuff, from before. 

“Bucky sure seemed beat up over Buck going down.”

Ev makes a sound, as though in agreement. He’s got his hands steepled over his chest for a moment, but then he moves, a finger pressed along the seam of his lips as though keeping something in. His arms move again, elbows to the table. Even when his eyes shift his face doesn’t. They never quite settle on Doug. He crosses his arms. 

“D’you ever reckon—”

“What?”

Ev’s looking at him now, at least. 

“That there was something—like we got going on?” he asks. 

Ev laughs, like the last twenty seconds have collapsed in on themselves and Doug has responded to his joke in kind. His tongue wets his bottom lip. He touches his fingertips to the rim of his ashtray with an uncertainty with which Doug never saw him handle a plane. It’s unnerving, like seeing his daddy cry for the first time. 

“Now that’s a hell of a thing to say,” Ev says. 

Doug can only shrug to it. 

“I’m not accusing anyone of anything, but I know if they’d have shot you down, I don’t think there’s enough ammo out of Missouri that could’ve raised enough hell for ‘em.”

Ev nods, like he understands. Somehow between the smoke it translates to I love you.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Prompt: "You have a stupid face and it's my favourite one to stare at."

Pairing: Drunk Dougley

[Snuck a little Jack/Rosie in here because why not]

They're absolutely and entirely drunk. Giddy with victory and relief. They've made it. All the way from basic to the end of war, and now they're leaning hard on each other as they share a cigarette and Bucky interrupts the band for the third time in an hour.

"You know what?" Ev says, as James takes a long drag from the cigarette.

"What?" James asks, then stares at the cigarette before adding it to the collection of butts in a mostly melted whiskey on the rocks someone had left behind at some point in the last several hours of celebration.

"You have a stupid face," Ev says and pats James's cheek none too lightly. "And it's my favorite one to stare at."

James beams and leans in, smacking their foreheads together. "You have a stupid face," he says. "My face is perfect."

"That's why it's stupid," Ev replies. He smacks James's other cheek with his other hand, then squishes James's cheeks. "Perfect, stupid face."

James laughs. "Marry me," he says.

Ev squishes his cheeks again. "Not right now," he says. "We're at a party."

"Okay," James agrees and fumbles around for another cigarette. "Get us drinks. We're celebrating."

Ev kisses him, more enthusiasm than skill, and stands up. He wobbles a little, then steadise when Jack reaches out and grabs his shouldeer. "Me and James are gettin' married," he says.

"So you've told me several times," Jack replies. This is time number four, actually. In intervals of about thirty minutes.

Ev squints at him. "Shit, Jack, you're not sober, are you?"

Jack laughs and holds up his drink. "Nah," he says, lying through his teeth. "Get me anothere when you go up there, okay?"

"Course, Jack." Ev slaps him on the chest and wobbles towards the bar.

"You are pretty sober," Rosie says, tapping his own glass against Jack's. They're both drinking whiskey on the rocks. Jack had sacrificed his first drink of the evening to Ev and James's cigarettes so they'd stop putting out th butts on the tablee top.

"I'll get stupid drunk when they're all home," Jack says. "You should join me."

Rosie grins and steps a little closer. "Okay," he says. "But no proposing marriage until we're both sober again."

Jack watches Ev walk back towards them. He's steadier now, and he's holding three glasses with ease. He throws back the rest of his drink and slides it onto the table amongst all of Ev and James's empties. "Deal," he agrees.

"Jack," Ev says, as Jack takes a glass from him. Ev looks at Rosie. "Oh, hey, Rosie, when'd you get here?"

Rosie snickers. "About four rounds ago," he says.

"Good," Ev says, then sits next to James, passing him his glass.

James lights up a fresh cigarette and passes it to Ev. "You know what?" he says as he and Ev lean into each other again. "We should get married."

Jack and Rosie share a look and step away, creating space for some other hapless person to fall into the whirlpool of Ev and James and victory.

[spinteresting]

Sometimes I think about the fact that I still have a browser window open with all my ww2 research tabs on the 100th bg open as references for my fic. I WILL return to finish Drenched in You! And the companion HamBrady fic that I started.

[kafka-ohdear]

sometimes i feel the urge to point at two fictional men and say shits like "they should FUCKING kiss".