#major gale cleven x black!reader

[saturnville]

sad girl, major john egan

pairing: major john "bucky" egan x amelia mae

content: in the beginning stages of their relationship, amelia finds herself questioning john and the nature of their relationship.

song reference: sad girl by lana del rey

an: idk this song does something to me. should I make a tag list?

John Egan was an enigma. A puzzle that was impossible to solve. A language she couldn’t translate. A concept she couldn’t grasp. It angered her. It sent her into emotional overload and overwhelmed her mind. She couldn’t make sense of him and it pained her. 

She found herself in her head, swimming through the sea of intrusive thoughts that invaded her mind. He wasn’t serious about her. He wasn’t capable of loving her. That was evident by the way his eyes followed the silhouette of a pretty blonde at the pub while she washed dishes and served drinks to the armymen. He didn’t know she noticed. Why would he? To him, she was nothing but a girl he’d gone on a few dates with. They weren’t committed; he owed her no loyalty. 

Her attempts at keeping her facial expressions at bay were a failure. When she rose her head, she caught the sympathetic eyes of the emphatic Gale Cleven. The smile on her face quivered as she turned her back and continued with her task. 

And his hesitancy, oh God, his hesitancy to decline a dance from a woman broke her even further. Sure, she should have been glad that he declined the brunette’s advances regardless, but the fact that he took the time to think. To ponder. To debate, made her sick to her stomach. 

She wept like a child that night. She accepted his peck on the cheek at the end of the evening, “You alright, doll?” His voice sent a chill down her spine. It stayed with her until she went home, then wept like a child. 

She was asked about him by her best friend. If only she could describe all that he was, and all that he wasn’t. He was a complex case that needed to be studied. Dissected and picked apart like an experiment. She nodded once and said, “He is a beautiful human, truly. Bold and wild like a fire. He walks in it with pride and warms everyone he comes in contact with.”

Her friend sensed the sadness laced in her words. With a small voice, she asked in return, “It sounds like you aren’t too happy about that. What’s that about?”

With a sad smile pulled at her lips. Amelia shrugged and dropped her hands into her lap defeatedly. Quietly she admitted, "I don't know if he can love me the way I love him. I think...my worst fear is that he'll light me on fire and leave me to burn in the flames...."

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[majorbuckegan]

prettier than a peach (john "bucky" egan x reader)

In which you're his favorite nurse, and John Egan tries his hardest to win your heart.

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: Bucky Egan is a warning all on his own. Fluffy, fluffy fluff.

Disclosure: Please do not copy my work on any other sites. I will be posting this here & on ao3 shortly. This fic is based on the characters brought to life in the Apple TV series Masters of the Air, not the real people the characters were based on.

Note: Peach!Reader is going to make many appearances, I'm going to make this a series. Without further adieu, enjoy.

It all started on a Saturday morning. It was early—really early. You hadn't really expected to have anyone walking around near the infirmary, but at half past 0300, you heard the sounds of heavy footfalls, with slurred speech and another low voice arguing.

 You get up to look out the window, and not a second goes by before the door swings open. You recognize the two men instantly: Major Gale "Buck" Cleven is half dragging Major John "Bucky" Egan into the infirmary. 

"Morning, ma'am." Major Cleven's blue eyes zero in on you immediately, and he offers you a kind (and apologetic) smile. "My buddy here had a bit too much to drink and got himself into a scuffle with some guys at the bar." 

Your gaze flickers to Major Egan, studying him with a calculating gaze. He's going to have a black eye, you notice, and he's holding onto the left side of his ribs. It's not the first time you've heard of the Major getting into a fight, but it's the first time it's happened on your shift. 

"Alright, Major." You're addressing Egan now, coming to his side to support his left side. "Let's get you settled in bed so I can take a look at those ribs." 

You are wholly unprepared for the absolute human hurricane that is Major John Egan.

"Tryin' to get me in bed already, doll?" His words are slurred from too much alcohol, but his voice is deep and husky, and you hate the way it makes you shiver. "I don't even know your name."

Major Cleven sucks in a breath and rolls his eyes. "John Clarence Egan." That accent drawls his friend's name, and his tone is very much annoyed. "You're in the presence of a lady—a nurse—for crying out loud. Behave."

"Oh, c'mon, she walked right into that one." He insists, "She thought it was funny. You thought it was funny, right, doll?"

Stormy blue eyes are suddenly fixed on your face. It's almost like time stops for you; of course you've seen him around before, but the moment you really look into his eyes, it's like you can see your whole life ahead of you. He's quiet now, just watching you, and he finds himself absolutely anamored with the delicate blush working its way onto your face.

"It was a little funny." You admit it, but you don't meet his eyes again. You're too afraid of what you'll see on his face, because while you're falling hard and fast at first sight, he's only flirting with a woman. That's all it is to him, you're sure of it.

His chest is warm when you open his jacket and roll up his shirt. You have to ignore how beautifully masculine he is on order to focus on your job. Your eyes flicker to his abdomen, and sure enough, there are wicked bruises starting to show on the skin that covers his ribs. You're pretty sure they're not broken, but you have to be sure.

"This may hurt." You warn him, your fingers prodding gently at his side, and he hisses quietly under his breath. You don't feel anything out of place, but he'll definitely need a few hours of rest and something to ease the pain.

"Your hands are freezing." He grumbles, and before you can say anything, he's got both of them in his much bigger, warmer hands. "There, that's better."

"You're unbelievable, John Egan." Major Cleven speaks up from behind you, his tone more exasperated than anything else.

You carefully extract your hands from Major Egan's, and you try to ignore the way he pouts when you're no longer touching him. "I'll keep him overnight for observation, Major Cleven. Make sure he rests and heals up a bit."

Major Cleven looks strangely relieved, but still, he frowns. "Are you sure? I can handle Bucky; I don't want him causing you any trouble."

His gentle demeanor makes you smile. "I appreciate that, Major, but I've dealt with far rowdier men than Major Egan here. You go on and get some rest; I'll handle this."

Major Egan looks irritated that you and his best friend were talking about him like he wasn't even there. "Just call me Bucky. Or I'll take John." He tells you, his tone demanding, his lips pulled into yet another pout.

"You behave yourself." Major Cleven points a finger at him, his face stern. When he turns back to you, he offers another warm smile. "You might as well call me Buck, too, since you're saving me from trying to sleep in the same room as that one while he's drunk."

You offer your name in return, and you offer a comforting smile as you shoo Buck off to bed.

It's quiet for a moment after the other Major takes his leave. You wonder if the alcohol has made Major Egan fall asleep. You're surprised to see his eyes open and staring directly at you when you turn around.

"Can't remember if I've ever seen you around before." He says, his words still slightly slurred as he speaks. You can't recall ever having heard a voice like his before. Gravely, warm and steady, even with alcohol in his system. "I'd remember that face; you're so pretty."

"And you're drunk." You answer, turning away before he can notice that you're blushing. You've dealt with flirty airmen before, but this is the first time it's really gotten to you. "Get some rest, Major."

He's quiet for a moment, and you're grateful for a reprieve from the flirting as you mark the log book with a pencil. The only noise for a few moments is the lead scratching against the paper as you write.

"I'm gonna call you Peach."

When you turn back, his lips tug into the most heart-stopping smirk you've ever seen. "You could just call me Nurse." You point out, and for some reason, that only seems to egg him on.

"Well, I like Peach. You're prettier than a peach. Sweet as one too; look at that blush." You're sure you've forgotten how to breathe.

"You're a menace." You answer after you've finally gotten a hold of your emotions. "And it's early; you need rest. Sleep."

"How about a goodnight kiss first?" You almost toss the log book at him. Almost. "Just one on the forehead, and then I'll sleep. Scout's honor, Peach."

You sigh, your eyes darting over his face for a moment. Sure, he's a flirt, but you've never heard of him ever harming a woman. So you walk over to his bedside and lean down.

His forehead is warm, an errant curl tickling your cheek as your lips press against his skin. You feel him shudder under the touch of your lips against him, but then his breathing evens back out as you lean away.

"Alright, Major, you got your kiss. Now sleep." He doesn't miss the way your eyes flicker to his lips and away again, but he does as he's told and rolls over onto his side.

After he falls asleep, the morning is quiet. Your shift at the infirmary ends at 0600 and the nurse who comes to relieve you doesn't seem surprised to see Bucky there. She rolls her eyes and huffs a laugh as you explain how he came to be in a bed in the infirmary.

He's shifting awake as you're leaving, and his blue eyes have just enough time to focus on your retreating form before you're gone. He was a little saddened; he'd been hoping for one more kiss.

Outside, the air is still cool, and the sun is just beginning to peek beyond the horizon. The inky blackness of the sky is lightening to a shade of blue that looks like Major Egan's eyes, and God, you have to stop thinking about him. You really didn't need to get attached.

You pass Buck on the way back to your quarters, and he waves at you with one of his dazzling smiles as he passes. He's wearing his uniform, and you know that means he'll be out in the sky soon enough. You return his smile and wave happily.

Exhaustion sweeps through you as you enter your quarters, and you make quick work of taking your hair pins out and wiping your makeup off. By the time your head hits the pillow, sleep pulls you under. The only things on your mind as you fall asleep are dark curls and blue eyes.

***

Hours later, you blink awake. There's still sunlight flittering in through the curtains over your window, and you sit up to stretch your arms and shoulders. It had to be close to dinnertime, and your stomach rumbles as you slip out of bed and dress in your uniform. Sometimes you missed your dresses back home, but you always felt a sense of pride in your olive drab skirt and jacket. You make sure to swipe on your Victory Red lipstick before you leave.

Placing your cover under your arm, you slip out of your barracks just to come face-to-face with a man. Not just any man, either.

"Peach!" He's still loud, his face wide and warm and friendly. His breath smells like the peppermint gum he's chewing, and his eyes are clear. "Don't think I didn't see you slip out of the room before I could ask for my morning kiss."

He's smiling so brightly that it's like looking at the sun. He's all white teeth and dark curls and blue eyes, his cover tucked under his arm. He's got a single flower in his free hand. You've never seen someone look so devastatingly beautiful.

"Major." You greet him, and it's a good thing you didn't put on blush when refreshing your makeup because your face is hot now. Just from looking at him. "What brings you to the women's barracks?"

"I told you, Peach. Call me Bucky. Or John." His grin never falters. You want to kiss the corner of his mouth, nip at the jawline. He's got so much energy and vitality, and your heart beats so loudly that it's a wonder he can't hear. "Well, I came to offer you this gorgeous flower I found on my way over here and ask if you'd like to dance with me tonight."

You'd forgotten all about the party tonight. A crew completing their 25th mission—you hadn't really planned on attending, but you find yourself very tempted to go. "I'm not really the party type." You admit that, and that dims the light in his eyes a little. You regret the words immediately.

"Just one dance." He steps in closer, taking up more space. He's so tall and broad-shouldered; the man takes up so much room that it makes you feel small in the best way. "For your favorite patient? After all, you did give me a good-night kiss. That's gotta count for something."

Your mind rewinds to that moment, when he was fever-warm and shivering under your lips, when you'd wanted so badly to let him kiss you all over. If you weren't blushing before, you sure are now. "Alright, Bucky," You have to ignore the way he lights up when you use his nickname. "One dance."

[mamasturn]

@fairedoll I haven’t forgotten about your ask 🤭 It didn’t notify me when you sent it, but I did see it and I’ve been planning it out.

[mamasturn]

masterlist has been updated.

mamasturn's galatic universe: the masterlist.

all readers/ocs are black.

divider from @peachesboard

steamier pieces have an 18+ indication next to them.

austin butler

suspicious minds. his marriage is on the rocks and he has to make it right before it's too late.

attention. old banter between two old flames.

philia. in which they hit the red carpet for the first time as a married couple.

discussions. an interviewer asks how his marriage has affected his outlook on the world, particularly after playing elvis presley.

want this, want you. a friends to lovers trope.

henny talk. 18+. two lovers reunite for a henny-fueled dinner.

cry. heartache does a number on a person.

ruby. a deep and intense love between two people.

winner. austin wins his first golden globe.

austin!elvis presley

dirty dancing. elvis meets cynthia at club handy and shows her a thing or two about dirty dancing. series.

pretty browns in gowns [1] [2]. elvis meets mellie, a seamstress on beale street and becomes infatued with her.

kisses through the phone. elvis is on tour and has a late-night conversation with his lover.

major gale cleven

meet the mr. and mrs. gale meets eden marie's parents for the first time.

healing kisses. eden marie has a fall and gale is there to tend to her.

forever yours. eden marie sents gale a letter from home.

send you away. in which eden marie and gale say their goodbyes before he leaves for the war.

sebastian kydd

let me. she's new to town and he's the cute school boy.

nothing without you. [1] [2] [3]. two lovesick teenagers are head over heels for one another.

originals.

la douleur exquise, original. a toxic relationship between childhood frenemies. 18+, series, complete.

is it a crime?, original [1] [2] [3]. sequel to la douleur exquise. in progress.

[saturnville]

updates!

hi, friends. long time, no see (ish). as previously stated, I'm finishing my semester of uni and it's been kicking my behind, not gonna lie, but I'm trying to get back in my writing bag. summer starts soon so I'll have more time, but I'll also be working as an intern as well, so my updates may still be spaces out.

for those who have sent me requests here and on @mamasturn, I've seen them and I've been planning for them. I'm trying to go in order of whose request was first. I have two in the works, one for John and one for Gale.

also, thanks for the support on the LH fic! it was new and honestly very random, so I am so glad that people enjoyed it.

I'll be back with a fic sometime this week. talk soon!

xo, aj

[thetaoofzoe]

Put it in my veins!!!

just gonna leave these here 🫣

Ooooh, thanks for this! Is it Retreat inspo? If so I was thinking more Diahann Carroll glam city girl going to Montana vibes. Imagine Gale Cleven as a rugged cowboy/country-boy, ex-Major?

[afewfantasies]

My my 😂 torn her a new one and told her to go back to Hollywood, leave Gale and Lorena alone ! Something like that?! I love them so much too they’re so soft and warm with each other. Thanks for reading @darkseidex

🏔️The Retreat 🏔️- Chapter IX

⌈⌖ the retreat ⌖⌉

⭅ previous chapter

Summary: Lorena and Gale settle into the idea of being together and what that means while Marge is reluctant to leave.

Pairing: Gale Cleven x Lorena (black fem oc)

Warnings:  Angst & Fluff (apologies for any typos)

Tropes: Slow Burn, opposites attract, forbidden love

Word Count: ~2K

Chapter IX - Freedom

Gale found himself full of hope as he woke with the sun, Lorena sleeping peacefully in  his arms. It was the her slow shallow breaths and the way the sun kissed her skin that kept him captivated long last his usual schedule. Placing a kiss on her forehead he sighs reluctantly starting his day, there was business to tend to. Heading into the bathroom he freshened himself up combing his hair and dressing according to the weather. He’d have to see marge off today and for the first time he found himself confident enough to look forward to a future without her. The gaping hole of longing and feeling inadequate had been filling slowly during her absence. Gale reckoned it had been gone for some time now but he didn’t know when. Heading downstairs he does his morning rituals brewing some coffee for Lorena before heading to the retreat. there were less and less patrons during this time of year since no one wants to be stuck  in the middle of nowhere for months. Gale nods at his coworkers before spotting Marge in her finery, her golden curls styled perfectly. Pulling up a chair Gale sits only to receive one of marge’s heartwarming smiles.

“I’ve decided to stay for the winter in this place you love so much, we’ll have months to decide on our future” she says but his future was asleep in his bed. Would be for another thirty minutes or so. 

“Marge-”

“Gale I know you built this place up and I know I left but please. I miss you”

“I thought we already discussed you’d be leaving. It won’t work”  Gale repeats.

“I didn’t think you were serious - I thought it was a tough guy act” she says and Gale scoffs.

“Have your things ready in an hour - someone will drive you into town to catch the last train”

“Not you?!” She snaps.

“No Marge, not me” Gale says only for tears to well in Marge’s eyes.

“The world isn’t out to get you Gale, you used to be so brave and fearless there isn’t nothing that could hold you back and now you’re afraid of city living?” She cries breaking his heart.

The Gale from before the war was lost. Life was cruel and the world was ugly. He’d paid in more ways than she could ever know. Once upon a time it had been the vision of her that kept him going - for that reason along he couldn’t be too calloused with her. 

“That Gale Cleven would’ve never let me go to Hollywood alone or leave here now”

“I’m sorry I’m not him anymore Marge” he mutters only for her to scoff. Somehow his actions made him a god like figure among men but less than a man to the woman he loved throughout the war. Gale stands reserved against having a row with her. He heads to the bar to collect breakfast from Rose and nods without words taking his serving and Lorena’s back to his home. There was no need for goodbyes - Marge would wind him up in a way that would chip away at him. Heading into his home he finds Lorena nursing her coffee. She senses the frustrated energy surrounding him as he puts down the breakfast. 

“Good morning” Gale says cleaning the animosity from his tone.

“You have a few things to learn” Lorena mutters reaching for Gale who steps closer curiously. Taking his hand she draws him in, it takes Gale a moment to register her words meaning but then he does just before his lips touch hers.

“Good morning” Lorena responds.

Gale finds himself smiling. “I gave you a kiss this morning”

“What is there a limited number or something?” Lorena asks and he blushes. He’d been thinking the same thing since he laid eyes on her, she was somethin’ and the more he knew the more it felt like a fitting description.

“Gale” A woman’s voice says drawing the from their moment. Lorena looks up and sees the poster child for Gale Cleve, the barbie to his Ken. A blonde as beautiful as he is handsome. It made Lorena think of her ex-husband Reggie. They’d been just as equally yolked before the war. “So there is someone else” Marge whispers. Lorena knows the feeling all too well. 

“She’s prettier than everyone says Gale” Lorena smiles attempting levity and consideration for such delicate matters. “Would you like a coffee?” Lorena asks ever the host.

“Please” Marge whispers only for Gale to pat Lorena’s leg getting up to make the coffee. Lorena could almost hear Marge’s thoughts aloud as she counted there were only two chairs at this kitchen table. 

“Are you from around here?” Marge asks Lorena.

“No, I’m from the east coast”

“How’d you get here?”

“Bad fortune and then very good luck. I stayed here because Gale didn’t ask a lot of questions” I tell her.

“I’m sorry” Muttered and Gale wondered how it was that two women so spirited could be so civilized. Especially then Marge was just ready to have a row with him. But maybe that was the thing about Lorena, she made people comfortable.

“No need to apologize, it was nice meeting you Marge. I’ll let you two talk I’m gonna get ready for the day” Lorena smiles.

“Nice to meet you too …”

“Lorena” Lorena smiles.

“Lorena” Marge affirms shaking her hand.

It was the courtesy Lorena had never had, the other woman had never looked her in the eyes, she had only kept on adding fuel to the fire and disregarding he feelings. The kind of man she’d come to know Gale was blew Reggies character out the water. Whatever misguided voice made Marge chase fame wasn’t enough to keep her away. Lorena’s own pride was too big to plead with Reggie for what they had once had. Maybe men could never understand a woman’s pain but as a woman Lorena wouldn’t pile on. 

“You love her?” Marge asks once Lorena’s bedroom door has closed.

“I do” Gale nods unable to deny it. “I didn’t plan on it but I do Marge” he sighs.

“She’s a good woman Gale?”

“How can you tell?”

“She isn’t gloating or self righteous. Is she a widow?” Are asks.

“Divorced” Gale mutters in response.

“Can you please just drive me to the station?” Marge asks with wet eyes.

“Okay” Gale relents.

“Thanks, tell her before you leave and tell her I said goodbye” marge says turning to wipe her own eyes. Nodding Gale heads up the stairs. He finds Lorena fussing with her hair.

“I’m gonna drive Marge to the station, she says goodbye” Gale says getting her attention.

“It’s the right thing to do. Tell her I said goodbye” Lorena nods.

“I’ve never met anyone like you?” Gale mutters planting a kiss on her forehead.

“If marge and Reggie hasn’t of messed up there’d be no us now” Lorena mutters being profound. Gale could feel adoration swelling for her. It was the kind of perspective that had been lost on him. He’d been bitter too long to see a silver lining.

“I’ll be back before sunset” he says embracing her.

“Drive safe” 

“I will” his eyes sparkled with promise.

“Thank you for that, down there” Gale smiles feeling lucky to have her.

“Thank you for being you, so there’s no need to feel crazy” Lorena says a grand departure from the day before.

“Even when you are crazy I’ll always take your side in public” he winks headed for the door. Lorena smiles thinking that’s what marriage should be. Watching the car leave the grounds she found herself at her desk writing her hearts dearest thoughts, hopes and dreams, when she had driven up into the mountain she was just pieces. Her heart had been so broken she never thought it could be mended. She wanted to disappear and be forgotten. How could she be Lorena again, how could she smile through parties or be a pillar in the community among the women whose husbands were returning? How could she get out of bed and walk the paths she once did with Reggie only to see him with her replacement?

None of that mattered now.

It hadn’t for quite some time now, and it never would again. She could face him now if there was necessity for it. She could face both of them with her head held high. The city no longer had her heart. There was something about the wooden home with a stone fireplace and the smell of fresh logs burning. The travellers that pass by, the animals, the freedom and the fresh air. The friends she’d made in Rose and the guys. Gale. Gale whose reserves smiles and attention belonged to her in full. Gale who treated her kindly from the first day they met without requiring anything in return. He was beyond a decent man. She had never met anyone like him before and probably never would. It wasn’t what she was used to - there was no audience or now show. Gale’s devotion was in the little things, the quiet considerations that added up to mean mountains.

authors note: Hope you enjoyed this update & thanks for reading, reblogs and comments are encouraged. Do you think Lorena handled things well? Let me know in the comments 😊