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chapt 8; whiskey neat, coffee black 🚒🥃

“Do you, uh…” Gale turned on his heel, facing Bucky again, his expression heavy-lidded in the half-light of the streetlights from outside spilling in through the window, and caught somewhere between caution and come hither. God, he was so beautiful it was unworldly. “Do you want something to drink, or…”. Bucky smirked, sensing his nerves. “Some guys just don’t know how to leave work at work, huh?” He shook his head, and Gale offered him a reluctant smile in return for the joke, but didn’t make any move further. Suddenly the air felt a little more breathable. But only a little. “I think you’ve poured me enough drinks at this point,” Bucky continued, making a choice. “Come here.”

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Summary: Major John Egan wasn’t the pen-pal sort but a couple of hours into a dark night full of writing condolence letters he finds himself wondering why he never tried his hand at the nicer forms of correspondence. Who better to reanimate his numb inspiration than the glamorous Miss Lana Tierney? -the army’s girl next door, the pinup so prolific she was practically a wall paper print and Bucky’s long-standing cinematic crush. It’s not like she’ll read it anyways, tucked up in luxury in Beverly Hills with carts of tedious fanmail burned in her back yard each day, his letter will get lost in the mix. It’s harmless. That thought -and the booze- may loosen his pen a little too much but it’s alright, it’s not like she’ll read it. Right? Right.

Requests are NOT open at present, they will be after more of the timeline has been written for. 💋

1. Dear A.C.O.R.N.

2. Dear John (I’m sorry, I just had to, Major Egan)

3. Tell Me You Didn’t

4. Apologies I

5. Apologies II

6. Apology III - an ode to nipples

• Unsayable Things

• Something Borrowed

• Don’t be Sore

•Even my Friends just Love her

Buck x Bucky universe adjacent

pew

watercolour on arches paper

Kinda possible pants make me want to rip my skin off so

but today