a series of tumblr posts including drabbles, headcanons and fake ig-posts set in a modern au universe where bucky is a popular hollywood heart-throb and gale is a publicist - they have been in a secret relationship for years before they go public after getting engaged. mostly silly with barely-there plot. masterpost.
regency au
gale comes from humble background but falls for the rich, alleged playboy, most seeked out bachelor john egan. there's the original headcanon and then a short fic on ao3 set on the morning after their wedding. original headcanon / morning after fic "maybe i'm amazed" (ao3)
oneshots
"summer kisses/in my body" (ao3)
Sometimes ā not often, mind you, but sometimes ā Bucky wonders if he should be worried by what heās unleashed. (canon post-war pwp)
"sharp dressed man" (ao3)
When Gale realizes he has forgotten to buy a present for his boyfriend's birthday, he ends up giving himself wrapped in something special. (modern college au, lingerie, established relationship, pwp-ish)
"hold me like a knife" (ao3)
The mission is done and Bucky is wounded, but heās got a date to make. (agent!bucky x mob!gale (kinda-not-really), secret relationship)
"oh, when the saints" (ao3)
A moment shared in the night after Bucky arrives to Stalag Luft III. (canon, hurt/comfort)
drabbles
(also posted collectively on ao3)
chance meeting - gale is hit on at a bar and bucky comes to the rescue
lawyers au - a moment in the office after a very special day
headcanons
teacher!gale x single dad!bucky
pilot!bucky x cabin crew!gale one & two
singer!bucky x songwriter!gale one & two & three
"you better paint the bedroom ceiling your favorite color"
bucky flirting with gale post-surgery not knowing they're married
modern au cleagan roleplay
college au gale discovers he's into bondage (could be read as part of sharp dressed man universe)
canon post-war clegan buy a house together
concubine!gale/king!bucky
one of them didn't go to war (currently working on making this a fic where gale stays behind)
everyone in the 100th has a crush on buck and bucky is not happy
buckies being obvious with their pda and everyone being annoyed about it
family christmas hc part 1 & part 2
++ jumping on other peoples business one & two & three & four & five
what's your favorite? which one should i write more about? ask box is always open š
Tense businessman Gale meeting the actor who's going to be the face of his company's brand - Bucky ends up taking home more than just a signed contract
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 weāre 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.
John taking Galeās toothpick out of his mouth and putting it into his own without breaking eye contact the entire time
Gale lighting Johnās cigarette for him while itās 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 Johnās 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 otherās mouth
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 Clevenās 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 Eganās 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."
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?
Had writers block like a mofo lately but hereās a quick little unedited snippet from the frat boy au idea (link here) that got floated in my asks awhile backā¤ļø 1K of cuteness below of Gale starting his week as Johnās assigned pledge and John being like āthese hands donāt hazeā but they do make Gale fall in love šš¤£
āGood morning,ā 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.
āMorninā,ā 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 Johnās pleased hum when he took the steaming mug. He stood waiting for his next instructions.
Today was his first day as Johnās pledge. His last week as a pledge before finding out who his big would be and initiation. Gale wanted it all to go perfectly.
āWhatāre you doinā awake so early?ā John asked, squinting at Gale as he propped himself up on an elbow and took a sip of his coffee.
āYou have class at 8:00,ā Gale answered, like it was that simple because it was. He hoped he didnāt have to explain much past that, it was too early for him to truly function.
āYour first class sānot ātil 10:00 today,ā 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 Johnās floor from exhaustion.
Galeās lack of response seemed to incense him further as he reminded Gale, āyou told me you hate mornings and youāre slow to get going in the morning.ā
Nodding, Gale didnāt argue because he had said that and it was true. He hated the way it made Johnās frown deepen.
John eyed him for a few beats before sucking on his teeth and asking, āhow many cups of coffee have you had so far?ā
āOne,ā Gale admitted, feeling sheepish and directing his gaze at the floor when John sucked on his teeth like he was disappointed.
āAlright, cāmere you nerd,ā John ordered.
Galeās 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 didnāt know if he was in heaven or hell.
āCāmon, Buck,ā John urged, a soft smile stretching across his face. āVeepās orders.ā
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 Johnās cheek smashed against his chest. He hoped against all hope that John couldnāt 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 Galeās chest and he couldnāt 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 Johnās 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.
āYou donāt have to wake me up with coffee every morning this week,ā John whispered before something sharp gently dug into Galeās 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.
āIf I do, can we do this every morning?ā
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 Johnās room for it to be visible.
āIāll make you a deal,ā John countered, smiling up at Gale with so much warmth Gale didnāt think he would ever be cold again. āTomorrow 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 Iāll bring you coffee in bed and we can do this at yours.ā
Gale didnāt even have to consider it. Wasnāt even going to bother asking Benny if he minded John coming into their dorm room.
He didnāt want to seem too eager though. Didnāt 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, āokay.ā
āKnew youād see reason,ā 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.
āNow, you just stay there and look pretty while I get ready, okay?ā John said as he started gathering what looked like workout clothes, Gale opened his mouth to protest. āIāll try to get through everything quickly so that after I shower, I can come back and snuggle you some more, you little cuddle bug.ā
Gale was so excited by the prospect he didnāt even bother to let himself feel worried about being so caught out. He just wriggled further under Johnās duvet to Johnās apparent delight and tracked him as he stumbled around the room to get ready.
He hadnāt 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 Johnās duvet and the scent of Johnās cologne and shampoo, Gale didnāt have a choice.
you ever read a fanfic and just sit back and thinkā¦someone wrote something THIS goodā¦ and then justā¦.published it on the internetā¦.for freeā¦..
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 doesnāt 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 wasnāt even that drunk and he did call me Gale
