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joeyalohadream · 2 days
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Last Line Tag
Thank you for the tag @rambleonwaywardson and @anachilles (I'm living for the crumbs of both of your AUs by the way! 💕)
Writing some extreme fluff today. Getting it all out of my system with this caretaking fic before I dive into the deep end with some extreme angst in 'Cooler Fic' part three!
“Love you,” Gale mumbles, words almost lost into the pillow he’s pressed his face deeper into. But John hears them, and just like the first time he did, just like every time he does, they make his heart turn over in his chest. “I love you too, baby,” he returns and watches Gale’s lips twitch into a small smile. Between one slow blink and the next, sky blue eyes never leaving John’s face, Gale drifts off to sleep. And John stares at him for a while, feeling lucky and grateful and relieved and so many other things, he wonders how there’s room for it all in his chest.
Hmmm, this one has been going around a lot. Tagging ... @happy-days19 , @heretoobsessstuff and @majorbuckyegan if you'd like to share! As always, no pressure!
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luckydeuce · 1 month
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Last Line Tag
Thank you @amiserableseriesofevents for tagging me in this, the last chapter is coming together (somehow. slowly. frustratingly.)!
It could have been the sheer size of him, the vastness of his chest and arms that made Gale feel like nothing but a boy, a weakling, really, helpless in the face of John’s immense obstinacy, the kind that always accompanied addiction. Raging against it. So horrified of the possibility of losing him that it made him want to kill him. (It wasn’t a new feeling.) (It didn’t even start with John.)
You know the drill - share the last line(s) you've written!
Tagging @c-goldthorn and @whirlpool-blogs if they want to <3
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josieb100 · 18 days
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You’re waiting desperately for an update to a story and ao3 is down 😢
Edited to say it’s been posted, I just can’t read it 😭
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alienoresimagines · 2 months
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Surely if it's one time per fic, people won't notice ? 🥲
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caustinen · 3 months
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thinking about hollywood! clegan au 🤭
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John Egan is a beloved actor who had his big break 5ish years ago and been doing a steady stream of hit movies ever since, 2-3 a year over all genres
Hollywood’s heartthrob but also a versatile actor who’s amazing at talk shows, considered very cool but also your grandma’s favorite celebrity
Has always been very private about his life outside of the films, always manages to make a joke out of everything when he’s (often) asked about his personal life, just wants to talk about his dog and whichever project he’s promoting
He’s been connected to a bunch of singers and actors (he loves a good party and isn’t aftaid of physical contact so he’s shipped with pretty much everyone he meets)
The absolute SHOCK that goes through entertainment world when he shows up to a premiere with a beautiful man on his arm
There are some speculations about this being another goof to get everyone confused but the picture of John looking at the man and rounding his arms around the his waist at any given moment on the red carpet go viral in relationship pages (they’re used in the type of pics “if your man doesn’t look at you like this…”)
Internet detectives quickly discover the man’s Gale Cleven, a publicist at the firm that represents Egan (not his publicist tho they keep work separate from their relationship)
He’s considered one of the best in the industry but hates spotlight and has stayed away from the media completely so far
However… After dating for 5 years John popped the question and Gale said yes, and as a part of their deal with how to deal with all of that Gale allows John’s long-awaited dream of being able to scream his love from the rooftops
He wasn’t kidding either, every single social media post after that is about how much he loves his fiancé, and the wedding plans are pretty much all he wants to talk about in interviews as well (aside from their dog, of course)
The negative side of it is that the internet also starts to thirst after John’s man and it becomes a new widely shared joke, like everytime John goes to talk shows after that the questions are all centered around ‘Hey, is your fiancé single?’
John is a good sport about it but in private he takes any excuse to mark Gale as his, weather it was a seemingly carelessly placed hand on him any chance he gets or a hickey just visible over his collar and esp when they have sex John never shuts up anyway but now he’s particularly keen on reminding Gale he belongs to him
Gale doesn’t care about the public attention one bit but he loves how happy John is about showing him off, and every time he’s nervous when they’re photographed together John makes sure to make him laugh and relax even on red carpets when everyone is trying to get their attention
The one time they give an interview together the internet goes nuts because Gale is so shy but so sweet and John laughs at everything he says and the two of them are just so clearly smitten with each other people can’t help but root for them
It’s also clear form the interview that while Gale hasn’t been at previous premiers or public outings he’s John’s work’s biggest fan/supporter, John’s telling some story about how they managed to keep their relationship secret while also living an active life like ”Oh and while I was doing promo for this project Gale lived in London with me” and Buck’s always very nonchalantly like ”No actually it was for this project dear” because he’s more aware of John’s work than he is and John will always tease him like ”oh you’re right thank you baby you’re so smart” and Gale would fail to hide his smile behind his hand
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(additionals: john’s insta — gale’s insta — how they met — media/friends instas — how they first said i love yous — domestic hcs — gale//red carpet look — troubles with media/fans — jealous bucky — pda video leaks — candid pics — discussions about going public+proposal — going viral during award season — buck’s reaction’s to bucky doing sex scenes — stalker attack — reunion — sickfic — stalker attack cont. — photoshoot — divorce rumors — fanfiction — short n sweet)
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johnslittlespoon · 3 months
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all the dog coded bucky stuff is the light of my life, cannot get enough of it (obviously), but hear me out: what about a buckbucky oneshot with the opposite– cat coded gale? i have many Thoughts and would love to hear further ones and as much as i think he fits both dog and cat traits well, it would be fun to flip the dog motifs and do something cat related for him <3
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avonne-writes · 5 months
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Fallen Angel AU
What if every human has a guardian angel assigned to them to help them through life?
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These angels have strict rules to follow about how much they can interfere on the human plane of existence and what they can help with. They're able to give their person invisible hugs, for example, or help them make more fortunate decisions, but they can never ever talk to their person or let themselves be seen. And they must not use their own energy to heal their person if the person is dying.
Breaking the rules can result in various punishments. The most severe: banishment from Heaven.
Gale is a young angel, but he’s very talented. The people he guarded so far in his few hundred years of existence all had great, happy lives, were decent citizens and never got into any trouble. Lots of trainee angels look up to Gale and try to get him to share what his secret is.
Gale, fresh off the case of a philanthropist who died of old age, gets assigned to a "rescue case" as they call them. A human who got abandoned by his angel or whose angel has been reassigned due to failure or incompatibility. The entities "upstairs" have high hopes that this human isn’t beyond saving yet, and that he, at least, would be a nice challenge for their little star.
So, Gale braces himself and sets off to try to guide one Bucky Egan, 20-something disaster back to the fortunate path.
But this time, nothing goes according to Gale's plans, because he ends up breaking one of the most important rules of a guardian angel - he falls in love with a mortal.
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One of my WIPs 🥰
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blixabargelds · 8 days
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“Time stamps are right,” Gale says. 
“Course they’re right,” says Brady. “It’s the same footage. Untouched. There’s nothing fucking there.”
“But there’s something there,” John says quietly, turning back to the thermal monitor. A shudder rolls down his spine. He spares a glance at Gale. He’s looking right back at him, jaw clenching, brows furrowed. “Alright. It’s fuckin’ weird.”
“Even if there was someone in the room,” Gale says, still looking at John as if he’s nervous to look back at the screens. It flips something in John’s stomach. Gale doesn’t get nervous. “They’d be colder than the lowest human body temperature.” 
John looks back at the thermogram. He swallows hard. “They’d be dead.” 
this fic is so silly. sos o so so silly. im having fun writing again however
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bcolfanfic · 1 month
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saw someone say they don’t know how bucky didn’t end up with a tbi from getting bonked in the head so many times and now my mind is whirringgg
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swifty-fox · 2 months
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two fingers down more like two fingers deep amiright
(bikeriders au wip)
The thought makes him so fucking hard he almost ignores his initial intent to get through this without his own orgasm. Fights the urge to take himself in hand and wiggles Gale just that much further down his throat. He gags, hard and vicious and Gale yelps, pressing John’s head into the crush of his body and working his mouth over the length of his cock. John tolerates it for as long as he can, feels ash drop stinging hot onto his cheekbone and groans.
John pulls off, coughs wetly and gathers the thick mixture of saliva and precome on his tongue to drip out onto Gale’s cock in a thick sticky glob that oozes off the shining surface of it until John catches it with his hand, jerking Gale rough and punishing. He reaches up to steal the last of the cigarette, placing the filter between his ruined lips and burning his already raw throat on the smoke.
“You’re somethin’ else.” Gale groans, head thrown back and body taut and arched with Cellinian beauty.
“Army taught me a few useful things,” John rasps, sucks the cigarette down to the filter and flicks it between his knees where the smoke curls up to flavor his tongue, “Taught me how easy boys come when you throat them.” 
“Yeah, what else that glorious institution teach you?” 
“How they died easy too,” John slings Gale’s denim-clad leg over his shoulder, interrupts the other man’s hissed breath with the tight embrace of his mouth once again, suckling the mess from his throat off the skin of Gale’s cock. It slips down his esophogaus, hot and warm and followed by the decadent fat stretch of intrusion.
“Jesus, Bucky,” Gale groans, presses a smoke-scented thumb under John’s eye, dragging the digit down John’s cheekbone until he can flirt with the stretched wide seam of John’s lips, “Look at you.” 
John winks at him. Gags himself on his pink pretty cock until the sound echoes dangerously around the alley. Saliva slings off his fingers as he jerks him in quick hungry motions, rapidly cooling on his knuckles in tight streaks.
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sleepr-agent420 · 2 months
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WIP Wednesday
He lets his mouth fall open, lightly dragging his teeth across Gales hip bone. His lips follow, pressing reverent kisses to the skin. He glances up at Gale and catches him watching over the edge of his book. They hold eye contact as John lifts himself from Gales lower body, balancing on one hand to grab Gales book from his relaxed fingers.
"You said you weren't trying to start anything," Gale accuses, letting go of his book. John shrugs.
"Whoops. Guess I lied," he grins, setting Gales book on the bedside table. Gale shifts lower on the bed, now lying against the pillows. John crawls up his body. He settles himself over Gales hips, holding a hand out in Gales face.
"What?"
"Hand."
Gale gives him his hand. John wraps his fingers around his wrist.
"Jesus, Gale," John sighs, bringing the blonds hand to his lips. His teeth drag over the wrist bone, like they did with Gales hip.
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joeyalohadream · 1 month
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you for the tag @alienoresimagines !
[Real life has been kicking my butt the last two weeks, so I've mostly just been lurking around here. Sorry if I've not been interacting as much as usual! Hoping to get back into the flow of things soon!]
Here's a tiny snippet from a post-war one-shot (established relationship, as usual with me) I'm hoping to finish up tonight or tomorrow:
The curtain draws open. The shrill sound of the metal rings grating against the pole makes John cringe and snap his gaze away from Gale to take in the sight of a white-haired nurse with a friendly smile, kind eyes and a clipboard in her hand. “Is this the friend you mentioned?” She addresses Gale, walking over to where he’s sitting awkwardly hunched on the exam table. “The one you served with?” John swallows and straightens his shoulders as the nurse’s eyes find his. He hears Gale clear his throat and mutter a quiet, “yes, ma’am.” His hands are sweating where they hang uselessly at his sides. He can breathe easier than he managed to on the drive over, now that he has Gale in his sight, but his heartbeat is too fast, rabbiting away in chest like its being chased by a predator. His eyes flit from the nurse to Gale and back again and he knows he should speak, but his tongue feels heavy, and his mouth is dry, and he feels like maybe he should be the one sitting on the exam table. “Nurse Amy,” Gale comes to his rescue. “This is John Egan. John, this is Nurse Amy. She’s the one that called you after making sure I was alright.” Gale is looking at him with understanding and patience and a little bit of what looks like desperation. His beautiful face is all bruised up, small cuts around his temple. Just like Regensburg. There’s blood on the collar of his shirt, not a lot, but it’s Gale’s and it’s not supposed to be on the outside of him, not ever again. John’s breath hitches and Gale leans forward, eyes softening. “Which I am, John. I’m alright.”
A 'hope I'm not bothering you' tag to: @caustinen , @rambleonwaywardson and @brotherwtf (no pressure!)
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heretoobsessstuff · 6 days
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Would love to hear about “Babe, can I call?” ❤️
Oooooo this one is still in very early stages hehe but it’s one of those 5 +1 fics (which are one of my fave kind to read haha and i rlly want more of in the mota fandom). Not rlly a snippet cause it’s mostly just a general idea and a few dialogues here and there but here’s a summary-ish instead:
He’s up and padding to the phone table without a second thought. The logical part of his brain realizes that its the middle of the night, and Gale is probably asleep and he’s going to scare him to death calling out of the blue like this but he doesn’t find it in himself to feel any shame as his fingers dial the number on autopilot. The need to hear Gale’s voice talking to him, alive and breathing, is too strong. He presses the cool plastic to his ear and breathes, heart in his throat as he waits for him to pick up. He still jumps a little when he hears it.
“Hello?”
Orrrr five times John calls Gale in the middle of the night and one time Gale does instead.
Thank u sm for the msg 🩷
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triggerlil · 4 months
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chat is this anything
He comes back to himself with his head over the toilet, hands gripping the sides as another heave courses up and out of him. He’s sweating, can taste blood in the back of his mouth, but a warm hand is circling his back and grounding him to the bathroom floor.
“Buck?” John croaks, throat raw, worried it’s not him. Please let it be him.
“Shh,” Gale’s hand comes to the back of John’s neck, a gentle squeeze to settle him. “You're okay, Bucky.”
Cold nights, nerves jumping, reaching out to check the other was still there, leaning into whatever contact they could get. When harsh hands left behind traces of death, they needed to make sure they weren't ghosts. A tender pressure on the shoulder, a thumb against the palm: it’s just me, it’s just you, it’s just us.
“Here,” Gale murmurs, helping John sit up and passing him a glass of water. “It’ll make you feel better.”
“’m sorry.”
Gale takes John's free hand and holds it in his lap, massages his knuckles. "You don't have to be sorry."
But John has so much to be sorry for he doesn't even know where to start.
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alienoresimagines · 3 months
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John being a service top 🤝 Gale being turned on by evidence of John going out of his way to make him feel loved and seen and listened to
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caustinen · 3 months
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writing buckybuck is the best thing ever because their soulmate level is so insane that every au just makes sense, no matter the circumstances you know those two find each other and love each other alive from any hardships 🙂‍↕️
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