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hey babes sorry for being mia!! crazy life stuff got in the way but i’ll respond the few lovely hollywood asks asap 💞

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I will now proceed to be extremely normal about this for about 4-7 business days

(they should fuck)

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I know we all agree that Gale bossing John around in bed is hot and sexy and all and they both are super into it for sure. But there is just something about Gale, who is always so cool, calm and collected, always in control in his daily life (and in control of John if we’re honest), just being completely submissive and subservient to John and John only in bed. Like just lying there taking whatever John is giving to him, moaning and screaming, drooling, crying and sobbing and gagging on his cock, completely lost in it letting himself go and giving up all that control.

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Hear me out:

John taking Gale’s toothpick out of his mouth and putting it into his own without breaking eye contact the entire time

Gale lighting John’s cigarette for him while it’s in his mouth and then later taking it out of his mouth and casually taking a drag off it himself before handing it back to John’s happy bewilderment

John and Gale trading the same piece of gum back and forth, chewing a few times before taking it out with their hand and putting it into the other’s mouth

That is all

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“it’s not gonna ride itself Buck” type pose

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when your wartime intelligence isn't all that intelligent

MASTERS OF THE AIR Part Two ★ Part Six

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There, half covered in shadow and the rest blessed in the muted glow of street lights stretching to their furthest reaches, Gale Cleven was half collapsed against the brick wall, with Bucky Egan pinned between the long sprawl of his legs, his back held to Gale's chest by hands pressed flat against his heart.

But it was Gale's face that stuck Alex where he stood. It wasn't a fight; that much was clear. Egan pushed back just as much as Gale pulled him in. And Gale looked...exquisite. Pained. Furrowed and harsh. Rapturous. Like the fury of Heaven hooking its chin over Bucky Egan's shoulder.

It spellbound Alex. Spellbound him so much, it took him a minute to realise what had carved that look onto Gale Cleven’s marble face in the first place.

Like they gave him orders, Alex followed Gale's eyes down. Down past Bucky's jacket fallen over his elbows. Down past the shirt rucked up at the thick of his middle. Down the open belt and popped buttons, to Egan’s hand in his own jeans, fumbling and touching.

"Slow down." Alex pressed down on his lips at the rough sound of Gale's voice. "Slow down, darlin'. I wanna see."

Yeah...I think you'll like the next chapter? 🤞

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(in)correct mota

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Gale's first time crying since the war started being when he first sees John with his face busted up and injured when they reunite in the Stalag

at first he can't even feel anything, doesn't know how to feel anything when he sees John walk through the gates with his head practically caved in, still looking beautiful and charming even through the blood, and it's like his brain is on a lag or something because he doesn't quite feel anything yet

but when John finally gets processed and is shoved into Gale's bunk by cruel German hands, Gale can feel his emotions well up inside of him

Gale finally cries when he insists on washing John's wounds, refuses to let him see the doc because HE needs to be the one to do it, he needs to see if John's okay, and when John winces when Gale presses a damp cloth to his eye, the dam just fucking breaks

he sobs like a child, all heaving and hiccupping and shaking as he tries to do what a Major should do, tries to help his comrades but he can't... can't fathom that John got this hurt... but he's also alive, after seeing Brady and not John enter the Stalag he had thought for sure John was dead... but he's alive, goddamnit John is alive

and John holds Gale while he sobs, arms strong around him and Gale heaves shakily into his neck, doesn't say anything which only makes Gale sob even more because John always knew what to say, always had a word of encouragement for him, and oh, how the fucking war has changed them, hasn't it?

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Had writers block like a mofo lately but here’s a quick little unedited snippet from the frat boy au idea (link here) that got floated in my asks awhile back❤️ 1K of cuteness below of Gale starting his week as John’s assigned pledge and John being like ‘these hands don’t haze’ but they do make Gale fall in love 😘🤣

“Good morning,” Gale announced softly as he shut the door behind himself and crossed the messy room to open the blinds just enough to see where he was going.

John inhaled sharply, hands rubbing at his eyes before he rolled over onto his side and grinned sleepily at Gale. It was unfair how stupidly attractive he was all sleep warm and cozy under his covers while Gale was braving the world before double digits.

“Mornin’,” John murmured, stretching his legs underneath the covers with a muted groan.

Gale held out the mug of coffee, biting his bottom lip against a smile at John’s pleased hum when he took the steaming mug. He stood waiting for his next instructions.

Today was his first day as John’s pledge. His last week as a pledge before finding out who his big would be and initiation. Gale wanted it all to go perfectly.

“What’re you doin’ awake so early?” John asked, squinting at Gale as he propped himself up on an elbow and took a sip of his coffee.

“You have class at 8:00,” Gale answered, like it was that simple because it was. He hoped he didn’t have to explain much past that, it was too early for him to truly function.

“Your first class s’not ’til 10:00 today,” John argued, frowning at Gale as he took another sip.

Gale shrugged in response. Curt, Brady, Ev, Jack, and Dickie had all wanted coffee brought to them in bed the weeks he was their designated pledge. It seemed intuitive to do the same for John even if he was seconds away from faceplanting on John’s floor from exhaustion.

Gale’s lack of response seemed to incense him further as he reminded Gale, “you told me you hate mornings and you’re slow to get going in the morning.”

Nodding, Gale didn’t argue because he had said that and it was true. He hated the way it made John’s frown deepen.

John eyed him for a few beats before sucking on his teeth and asking, “how many cups of coffee have you had so far?”

“One,” Gale admitted, feeling sheepish and directing his gaze at the floor when John sucked on his teeth like he was disappointed.

“Alright, c’mere you nerd,” John ordered.

Gale’s eyes darted back up to see John holding his duvet up in invitation. It left miles of pale skin over obscenely cut muscles on display and Gale had to remind himself to keep his mouth closed.

John was inviting him to cuddle. In his bed. Under the covers. At 6:30 AM. On a Monday. While only wearing boxer briefs.

Gale didn’t know if he was in heaven or hell.

“C’mon, Buck,” John urged, a soft smile stretching across his face. “Veep’s orders.”

Nodding hesitantly, Gale kicked off his shoes before climbing onto the bed and letting John arrange him to his liking. They settled with Gale propped against the pillows slightly and John’s cheek smashed against his chest. He hoped against all hope that John couldn’t hear the way his heart was hammering in his chest.

John held up the cup of coffee and Gale obligingly took a sip, sighing in delight at the rich taste before letting his eyes fall closed. A pleased hum vibrated against Gale’s chest and he couldn’t help the shiver that wracked his body at feeling the noise coming from John.

They lay in silence for long enough that Gale started to feel sleep creep over him despite his usual struggle to fall back asleep once he was already up. John would occasionally nudge his chin gently with the mug of coffee and Gale would take a sip. Between John’s body heat, the duvet, and the coffee, Gale felt like he was wrapped in a cocoon of contentment despite being awake at such an unfathomable time.

“You don’t have to wake me up with coffee every morning this week,” John whispered before something sharp gently dug into Gale’s chest.

Opening his eyes and glancing down, Gale saw John propping his chin on his chest and peering up at him with sleep puffy blue eyes.

“If I do, can we do this every morning?”

It tumbled out before Gale could think twice and he lamented the flush burning down his ears. He mentally thanked whoever was listening that it was still too dark in John’s room for it to be visible.

“I’ll make you a deal,” John countered, smiling up at Gale with so much warmth Gale didn’t think he would ever be cold again. “Tomorrow and Thursday you can bring me coffee and bring yourself a second cup and we can do this again. Wednesday and Friday though, you sleep in and I’ll bring you coffee in bed and we can do this at yours.”

Gale didn’t even have to consider it. Wasn’t even going to bother asking Benny if he minded John coming into their dorm room.

He didn’t want to seem too eager though. Didn’t want John to know just how much he loved whatever had been building between them since John had thrown an arm over his shoulders and called him Buck 6 weeks ago on opening night of rush week.

He pretended to contemplate it before agreeing with a put upon sigh, “okay.”

“Knew you’d see reason,” John replied cheekily before holding the cup up for Gale to take the last sip.

When it was gone, John set the mug on his nightstand before crawling over Gale to get out of bed. It took everything in Gale to fight down the whine that wanted to escape his mouth.

“Now, you just stay there and look pretty while I get ready, okay?” John said as he started gathering what looked like workout clothes, Gale opened his mouth to protest. “I’ll try to get through everything quickly so that after I shower, I can come back and snuggle you some more, you little cuddle bug.”

Gale was so excited by the prospect he didn’t even bother to let himself feel worried about being so caught out. He just wriggled further under John’s duvet to John’s apparent delight and tracked him as he stumbled around the room to get ready.

He hadn’t taken a nap in almost a decade. However, after John left it only took moments for Gale to fall back asleep. Surrounded by the warmth of John’s duvet and the scent of John’s cologne and shampoo, Gale didn’t have a choice.

Gale could definitely get used to this.

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you ever read a fanfic and just sit back and think…someone wrote something THIS good… and then just….published it on the internet….for free…..

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Bucky + making Buck smile

MASTERS OF THE AIR (2024)

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omg @irregularcollapse not the g*** c***** tag!!

Event: This morning at breakfast, John told me if there were two pilots left up in the air, it would me and him

Rational explanation: he was delivering a morale-boosting speech that renews confidence in our flying abilities

Irrational explanation: when he thinks of his future, he only sees me and him. this is compounded by the romantic notion of us together in the air, a place untouched by societal expectations or judgments

Additional notes: he looked deeply into my eyes while saying this

Event: While we were in the bomb shelter this evening, John said if he were going to bet on anything, he would bet on us

Rational explanation: John is an inveterate gambler who places bets without reason

Irrational explanation: John doesn’t perceive an existence without us, a singular moving unit, two souls intertwined forever by destiny

Additional notes: reminded me of my father

Event: Outside in the alleyway, while everyone else was still inside the pub, John kissed me

Rational explanation: John thought I was one of his many English girls and mistakenly kissed me, even though he wasn’t even that drunk and he did call me Gale

Irrational explanation: maybe he likes me??

Additional notes: he sucked my dick

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masters of the air · part nine

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The Buckies flirting in the background 💕