#wingmen

Oh, but hey, it’s probably just a coincidence, it’s not like there’s any proof the cast or filmmakers were aware of this, by all accounts, obscure queer historical aviation romance. It’s not like the top half of the cover art mirrors a famous scene from the fil… wait…

“You can be my wingman anytime”

i've collected a few tags over the past couple of weeks, so thank you to @coldbam @betanoiz @zinnydark and @iwasraisedfromperdition 🫶 not gonna lie, i'm around the halfway point with this one, and i'm STRUGGLING!!!!! hopefully sharing some more will knock me out of this rut.

so here's another snippet of my fic where buck vets dates for eddie in increasingly explicit ways and they're both super normal about it:

God, Buck is nailing this wingman thing. He tells Eddie as much the next morning over omelets in the firehouse loft. “You’re gonna love her,” Buck announces, waving his fork in Eddie’s direction. Eddie chokes on his coffee, slamming his mug down so hard, some sloshes over the side and puddles on the table. “L-love?” He coughs a few more times, and Chimney raps him on the back as he walks up. “Who’s gonna love what?” Chim asks with a pop of his gum. “O-okay, maybe not—maybe ‘love’ was too strong a word.” Buck holds up his hands in surrender, hoping that’ll stop Eddie from aspirating any more of his latte. “Like. You’re really gonna like her.” “And again, I ask,” Chimney cuts in. “What are we talking about?” He looks at Buck, pointing a finger in his face when no one responds. “Spill, Buckley.” “Nothing, I just.” He pauses, eyes cutting to Eddie who’s now making a confusing gesture Buck doesn’t know how to interpret. There’s a lot of arm flailing. “I had this date last night.” Eddie lets out a long sigh and buries his face in his hands. “Oh, this is gonna be good.” Chim rubs his palms together like he’s settling in for a crazy story.  “No. It’s not—whatever you’re thinking, it wasn’t that. It’s for Eddie.” Chimney’s gaze narrows. His head swivels between Buck and Eddie at least four times before he manages, “Wait, what?” “For Eddie. I went out with this woman last night, Nina—” Buck says her name pointedly, and Eddie groans behind his fingers. “And I think you’d really like her! She’s a physician assistant, so you guys have the medical field thing going on.” Eddie balls up a fist and thumps it to his forehead, wincing when he makes contact. All right, well. If that doesn’t do it for Eddie, then… “Oh! A-and she’s a big Lakers fan. She could probably get you into a game! You know, if, uh—if her boss is cool with it.” Another thump.  “And she’s a good kisser!” Shit. He didn’t mean to say that in front of Chim. Eddie’s arm drops, his features creasing in a way Buck can’t read. “You kissed her?”

Here's my headcanon on how they would look like!

"You want me to what?" Jason asks incredulously.

"Give Dick a kiss from me," Donna repeats herself, matter of factly.

"On the lips," Wally pipes up.

kamek giving mario a potion cuz he's just fed up with all this will they won't they bowuigi bullshit

kamek: listen, red, i'm at my wit's end with these two

kamek: take this. maybe if we... ugh

kamek: team up, those idiots will finally get together

mario: grazie

hear me out

kamek and mario love their boys

but good GOD is it taking forever for one of them to say something

anything!

bowuigi halloween event

What if Lucifer is actually so much better at hiding his emotions and retaining a poker face? What if Alastor isn't as adept at keeping his emotions hidden as he thought?

Ok, clearly he isn't going to be a weird blushy mess, but like, at least to the hotel's perspective, to people who know him well enough, imagine he's like, super fucking obvious.

Plus points if he's oblivious as hell about it at first.

Like to the hotel residents they see Alastor absolutely go off the rocker when first meeting Lucifer, which, is a huuuuge step from his usual indifference. Then they think, oh man he hates the King so much. But then they also notice more things as the days go on.

How Alastor's ears perk up whenever the King enters the room. How his eyes would find their way to Luci almost unconsciously. The STARING. How he'd slowly be more touchy around the King. How Lucifer's meals always had a little something extra when it was Alastor's turn to cook. How his eyes would crinkle with genuine fondness when the King laughed. How the back of his coat would move as though a tail-they-def-don't-know-the-existence-of is wagging whenever the King would smile in Al's direction.

And the cherry on top, Alastor's face turning as red as his hair when he was asked about it.(bigger evidence: how the parlor had to be rebuilt after being demolished by him, but yknow we wont focus on that)

Once they get over the shock of Alastor having a massive fucking crush on the King of Hell, they then realize that, oh wow actually Alastor fucking sucks at this, he's hopeless.

So they all decide to wingman him, some more eager than others (Vaggie will forever bemoan the idea of having Alastor as a future step-father in law, overshadowed by Charlie's "OH MY GOSH TWO DADS")

They all have their different ways of "helping" and though Alastor absolutely loathes it, he has to accept the fact that he has no idea what he's doing and to 'shut the fuck up and let the experts handle this.'

The results range from mild success(Husk setting them up for a private drink at the bar), to awkward failures (Charlie making them wear a single get-together shirt) to humiliating uncertainty(Lucifer immediately excusing himself after seeing Alastor wear a backless suit that Angel suggested)

Like war, love—all kinds of love—is for men who can take it. If they dare.