#Buck Cleven

[tetragonia]

Masters of the Air characters as aesthetics

John 'Bucky' Egan

Bucky was a golden hour, warm hues of gold and amber casting a soft, ethereal glow over everything. Giggles and banters over a sip of liquor. He was a low hum in a pub, filled with chatter and joy. Bucky was a worn sheepskin jacket, familiar and comforting. Waves crash against rugged cliffs, vivid colors pop against a backdrop of blue skiess. He was gentle and dominating, yet he asked to be taken care of behind closed doors. Back arching high against the bed sheet, hands pinned and left marks everywhere. He was a smoky jazz club alive with the sound of saxophones and clinking glasses, the sound of people laughing so loud until the stomach hurts. Grass stained knees. Running through the rain without an umbrella. He was classical music blasting from a cheap speaker. He was Apollo playing his instruments.

Gale 'Buck' Cleven

Buck was a calm before a storm. A misty forest enveloped in fog, with towering trees draped in moss and winding paths leading to hidden glens and secret clearings. He was both silent movies and thunderstorms that you'd feel inside your chest. Raised eyebrows and cold hands, pinching the bridge of your nose. Watching a painting a bit too long before the gallery was closed. Long walks to the library. Winter winds and freezing hands, subtle glances across the room. He was soft murmur of reassurance and a gentle touch behind the doors. Consensual and always asked if it's okay. Dark red lipstick, chilled red wine. A quaint cottage nestled in the countryside with a thatched roof and ivy-covered walls, surrounded by a garden bursting with fragrant herbs and vibrant flowers. He was Hestia tending the sacred flames.

Harry 'Croz' Crosby

Harry was the swirling feelings in your stomach night before a trip. A vintage typewriter sitting on a weathered wooden desk, surrounded by stacks of yellowing paper and antique books. The soft autumn sun. He was handwritten letters and cracked statues. Silver waves lapping at the shore and seashells scattered across the sand like scattered jewels. The rattling of rain against the window, messy and needed direction. He was scribbles and ink stains, messy notebooks, and the tea kettle whistling in the silent morning. He was urgent and hurry, but comforting afterwards. He was everything about pleasure behind closed doors. A disheveled bedroom with rumpled sheets and discarded clothing strewn across the floor, with posters peeling off the walls and sunlight filtering through grimy windows. He was Poseidon guarding with his trident.

Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal

Rosie was a vintage record player spinning vinyl records, filling the room with the warm crackle of music. He was sweet smiles and clear eyes. Paper planes. Overgrown rose bushes. That one song you always skipped but ended up loving it. He was tweed jackets and loose blouses. A field of wildflowers stretching out as far as the eye can see, with colorful blooms dancing in the breeze and the scent of earth and pollen filling the air. Gentle and nurturing, caring and soft behind the doors. He was a giver and always maintained satisfaction. He was pink-tinted blush. A pair of combat boots scuffed from countless adventures. Smiling at strangers on the street. He was all kind and modesty, but also Athena leading battles.

[eganeyes]

modern clegan au where first week freshie college years gale goes to a party and gets black out drunk (first and last time ofc) and wakes up to the left pic in his camera roll except he knows absolutely nothing about this boy but he keeps it in his album because wow.......wow.......

flash forward to his last year, working part time in the coffee shop across his building and still having the pic in his phone in some half bitten hope that he'd run into the guy in the pic again because through two serious relationships and two amicable break ups, he's still stuck on this unknown guy's lips and smile. one random tuesday when he's yelled at two seniors messing around during his shift THIS (right pic) brick shithouse of a man walks in with his dog, complete with his mystery man's features—lips, long neck, cheekbones, red ears and everything—and he literally falls over trying to hide behind the counter because shut the fuck up who goes through a glow up like that—

[supervalcsi]

24 Buck Cleven icons under the cut

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[skyphloxx]

been writing from john’s pov. lmao

[amiserableseriesofevents]

A snippet from chapter three of Love at second sight ("https://archiveofourown.org/works/55253749/chapters/140155690")

I was hoping to upload it sooner but I've had to work and now I'm going away for the weekend, so the snippet will have to make do!

Yes, Gale is unhinged. That's why we love him 🥰

[itstheheebiejeebies]

Gale "Buck" Cleven Icons

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[austeenbootler]

AU IDEA

cop! gale cleven and thief/ druggie! john.

john gets locked up so much he becomes nice with gale. and ofc he get flirty but gale “doesn’t swing that way” and john doesn’t believe that for a second. but he lets it go for now. plus he has a guy who’ll be bailing him out soon anyways.

oooh but john can fight and he’s very protective of gale. if one of the inmates talks to him a certain way they’re getting a smooth hook to the jaw. but this gets john more time with gale since he’s in charge of “time out corner.” as john likes to put it.”

anyways…

[textmastersoftheair]

[hbowardaily]

This is round 3 of the polls. All other polls in this round can be found here.

[meyerlansky]

dancing cheek to cheek (to cheek) (7563 words) by littlelansky chapters: 1/1 fandom: Masters of the Air (TV 2024) rating: Explicit warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply relationships: Curtis Biddick/Gale "Buck" Cleven/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan, Curtis Biddick/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan, Curtis Biddick/Gale "Buck" Cleven, Gale "Buck" Cleven/John Clarence "Bucky" Egan characters: Curtis Biddick, John Clarence "Bucky" Egan, Gale "Buck" Cleven additional tags: Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Falling In Love, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Period Typical Attitudes, Internalized Homophobia, (it's light though dw), Canon Compliant, Dom/sub Undertones, Dirty Talk, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Making Out, Drunk Sex, Whiskey Dick, POV Curtis Biddick summary:

If Bucky’s with Curt, he’s with him. No biting back another guy’s name, no faraway look in his eyes. It’d probably have made the whole thing easier if there had been.

Because when Bucky’s boy rolls in, Curt takes one look at him and whistles low.

“I was lowballin’ it on ‘twice as pretty,’ huh,” he mutters to Bucky, quiet enough no one else can hear. He scowls, played-up, to counter the stupid grin on Bucky’s face. “And you just let me. Some friend you are.”

(In which Curt catches feelings twice.)

[read it on ao3!]

[staud]

mota 1x02 / 1x04

[k-wame]

AUSTIN BUTLER · CALLUM TURNER · ANTHONY BOYLE ↳ · Behind The Scenes · 'Masters of the Air' set

[kiinghanalister]

Masters of the Air + Who they were when they get the first glimpse of war

edit: Lemmons is from Roanoke, Arkansas. I got my ancestry.com mixed up with another Kenneth Lemmons.😬 sorry guys everything else is accurate

[stevenrogered]

Callum Turner and Austin Butler MASTERS OF THE AIR, PART NINE

[skyphloxx]

you guys don’t even know how often i think about part 5 and “HEY ADOLF, FUCK YOU - YOUR FRIEND BUCK CLEVEN”

[ronsenthal]

The best pilots of the Bloody Hundredth