im going insane im going insane what do u mean its buck and john? what do u mean gale? do u mean that you are now the version of yourself that bucky saw immediately and loved, that you are the strong wonderful person that bucky immediately saw u for? that bucky is john to you bc everyone calls him bucky but u know him, really know him, u know the man beneath the bravado, u know john. and that curt knows both of u like this too?
alright, i've never done a proper 'intro' post for a fic/au i have in mind, but this one has been rotting in my brain for ages and i know there's no way i'm not gonna write something for it eventually so here goes, bear with me <3 made a lil edit (took me fucking hours to collect enough stock footage lmfao) to go along with it too >:)
a modern au where college student curt is a regular at a new–ish queer nightclub, showing up every friday night without fail to dance his heart out, his way of de–stressing at the end of every week and getting his pent up energy out. he's the prettiest little thing, dresses up so fun– some nights he throws on dresses or crop tops with skirts or short shorts when he's feeling it, other nights he goes for more of a relaxed baggy pants and flowy linen button up type of vibe– always with the same pair of scuffed up sneakers on for ease of dancing.
the bartenders and other regulars adore their bubbly little club bunny, always looking out for him, doting on him with free drinks and food. and even if some of them eye curt like he's dinner when he's out on the floor swaying his hips, eyes closed to fully lose himself in the music, the glitter on his eyelids and cheekbones catching the lights just right, curt's not there for any of that. he dances with people occasionally, he's confident and carefree and likes the attention and it makes him giggle when he catches newcomers staring, doesn't mind a wandering hand here and there, but he never goes home with anyone. the same routine, every friday, dancing until his dark waves are curling damp with sweat against his temples and his black eyeshadow is smudged and he leaves to make the walk back to the flat he shares with a few roomies.
enter john and gale, longterm boyfriends who sometimes like to go out clubbing and find someone pretty to bring home for a fun time, only an open relationship in that sense– they have no interest in actually dating other people, both adamant that it's no strings attached, too head over heels for each other to have eyes for anyone else anyway.
they decide to check out a club they haven't been to yet, usually sticking to the tried and true ones, but a couple of their friends recommend it, so they give it a go one friday night. they've barely sat down at the bar with their drinks when they see a boy who, john comments to gale, looks like the 'energizer bunny' (gets a snort out of curt when he tells him so in the future.) even once they're buzzed enough to head out onto the dance floor together, neither of them can take their eyes off of the bundle of energy, mesmerized.
they both know the other is equally enamoured with the boy, drinking up all the glitter and bouncy curls and blissed out smiles, already knowing they just have to have him– the prettiest thing they've ever seen. curt's confused when they approach him, because he's noticed them too, has been admiring from afar, but he's also noticed their hands and lips all over each other, dancing much too close and comfortably to not be a couple. but john purrs out "we just like to have a little fun every now and then sweetheart, don't you?"
and no, not really, he doesn't. usually a night of exhausting himself dancing is his idea of fun, not ever looking for anything else, not finding most guys worth his time. but john and gale sweet talk him just right, spend time actually getting to know him when he agrees to let them buy him a drink at the bar, and fuck, they're both the hottest things he's seen walk into the club in a long time, and they're giving him all their attention? he decides that maybe he'll be brave and flirt back. despite his confidence and lack of caring what other people think about him, he's so shy and easily flustered when someone he's actually into makes the moves on him, doesn't even know what to do with himself when he realizes he's blushing at their compliments and the combination of their heavy gazes on him.
obviously they all get each other worked up as the night goes on, and curt goes home with them and gets his world rocked, spoiled and pillow princess–ed and showered in praise, not at all what he expects hook–ups to be like after having only been with people he's been dating. he expects to walk back home after since they all live in the same vicinity of downtown, tries to ignore his wobbly legs when he finally crawls out of bed, gets dragged back down by gale for one last messy breathless makeout while john gets him an uber before curt can protest or offer to pay.
normally john and gale don't get the numbers of their one night stands, but they want to make sure he gets home safe, and they can both gauge how the other is feeling and they know they'll want to see him again if they're lucky enough for curt to say yes, so john puts his number into curt's phone and tells him "text when you're home safe, yeah? or, y'know, text whenever you want." and curt isn't sure if this is john saying they both want to see him again, because he's dense and shy and they made it clear beforehand that they're in a closed relationship, but next friday he texts to let them know he'll be at the club again, and john and gale tell him they'll be there, the three of them going home together for a second time that night, and they fall into a routine from then on.
curt gets giddy every friday, dolling himself up extra pretty for the two men, flushed at their attention every time and so thrilled to dress up for someone other than himself for once. he can already feel himself going all heart–eyes for them after the second or third time they hook up, but he knows where he stands, and he's having fun experimenting for the first time and having two experienced, sweet guys show him a good time every week, so he doesn't want to jeopardize that by getting his feelings involved.
little does he know that john and gale are falling head over heels too for this sweet energetic boy, loving how much he spices up their lives, both in the bedroom and out, realizing their flat feels so quiet now on the nights where they don't take curt home with them. so that leads to some serious conversations to see if they're on the same page about getting to know curt better, both of them learning how to navigate this new territory because neither of them expected to want to bring someone else into their world like this. they agree they'd like to take curt out on a cute date, during the daytime for once, to properly test the waters and see how curt feels– of course he slots into their lives perfectly, as if he's been there all along. <3
but along the way: lots of slow burn, miscommunication, endless filthy smut, curt trying to balance college and work and friends with his newfound feelings for john and gale, john and gale getting dragged to raves and festivals by their always adventurous bf, city night–life juxtaposed by early morning domesticity, etc etc.
this has been floating around in my head for a couple weeks since i got this vision of 2012–stalker–era barry with eyeshadow and glitter stuck in my brain and thus a whole universe/plot spawned from it. honestly would mostly be pwp, but would love to write a proper fic for it anyway eventually, each chapter littered with filth, obviously LOL. i have so many thoughts and so many little scenarios planned out in my head already... these three have me in a chokehold.
i need to make proper intro/drabble posts like these for my other aus too aghhh it just takes so longggg because i get carried away with the drabble and then i have to find the perfect clips for edits and the perfect pics to tie it all together and suddenly i've spent half a day on one post but. someday <3 leaving!bikeriders au next surely! thx for reading hope u enjoy this version of the boys and hopefully i'll have time to write it soon!
all posts about this au will be under #curtbuckbucky nightclub au :-)
thanks for the tag, @majorbuckyegan. I was just picking at this wip last night, so here’s the good stuff so far 🫶
“So now why does this sport interest you?” Bucky’s consonants are starting to trip together, the words stumble-drunk on their way out of his mouth. It’s vain to think that the cold night air might sober him up at this point, but Buck supposes a man can dream.
“Boxing?” he clarifies, turning his head to take in the sight of his friend’s rosy cheeks. His breath is warm across the bridge of Gale’s nose. When Bucky inclines his head in assent, he shrugs. “Test of manhood.”
“That so?” John asks. In front of them, Curt’s circling with the RAF gent like he’s looking to eat him. Arms loose at his sides but ready, a relaxed power to the set of his shoulders. He looks calm, but Buck knows he’s been itching for this. They all are. Thirty men gone won’t be rectified with one punch, but it’ll certainly make everything feel a hell of a lot better in the heat of the moment.
Amidst the other guys surrounding them in a cloud of liquid courage and noise, Biddick’s gaze catches on Gale on his next slow circle. Over the RAF pilot’s shoulder, dark eyes meet his, dart over to take in Bucky slung against his side, then back to Buck.
Without missing a beat, Curt winks.
tagging @hartigays, @wwiiblorbos and anybody else who wants to join in the fun!
"Next thing he knows, the back door is being opened and John’s hand is right back at his neck, pulling him away from the kiss and taking advantage of his open mouth to push more smoke into it.
It’s all a bit delirious, how good it feels."
or the one where Gale decides to join on John and Curt's smoking.
NEW FIC ALERT! curtbuckbucly shotgunning john's smokes because i couldn't help myself... linked below! <3
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Organization for Transformative Works
When I read the final chapter of Eat Your Young all I could think about was this poem by Frederico Lorca I was so sure that @bitchsister had intentionally referenced it! Turns out it was just a coincidence but I still think it’s perfect
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤
Very late with this one but here are self-recs of five Masters of the Air fics :)
Flying Clubmobile - Tatty/Sandra, Zombie Apocalypse AU
There was no checklist for zombies on the runway. The Army was doing its damnedest to come up with one, but it was still in draft form. The number one rule, the only rule really, was to stay in the fort.
Or, the one where Tatty becomes a pilot because of some extraordinary circumstances. And then she meets Sandra.
Putting Words to It - Buck/Bucky, Dom/Sub Kink Discovery
Buck's letter to Marge looked so innocent, but decidedly it was not. Before replacing the note — and the ones that followed — in its rightful place, John devoured the contents: suggestions, instructions, commands. Each was more daring, more intricate and more arousing than the last; and he followed them all to the letter. John discovers that submission is an art, and there's something oddly freeing about doing Buck's bidding, especially when it feels so very, very good.
A Feeling Like That - Buck/Bucky, Post Canon Reunion + smoking
Gale and John meet up at a 100th reunion. John says he's giving up drinking, and Gale worries about their future.
5 Times Curt and Buck Talk about Bucky - pre-slash Buck/Bucky/Curt
It isn't clear to him where Buck and Bucky stand, but Curt can't help but fall for Bucky anyway. At least Buck is willing to talk to him about it.
Bright Red Petals - Buck/Bucky, Hanahaki disease at the Stalag
After the SS question him, Buck gets a mysterious cough that he won't talk about. Bucky is determined to save him, even if Buck doesn't want to be saved.
