#clegan wip

[joeyalohadream]

Last Line Tag

Thanks for the tag @c-goldthorn (still endlessly and patiently excited for all of your HMBTR au!)

Hope you all are okay with me being so incredibly busy and late to the party that I'll be posting a Thanksgiving fic tomorrow, almost halfway though December (face palm).

Little pre-relationship (they're already falling in love) fluff, minor hurt/comfort, set in their roommate days in flight school.

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He meets two friends from high school for dinner, and they bring three women with them. One that he’d dated in school, one that he’d hooked up with during a summer home from college and one that he’d always wanted, but he’d had her brother instead and it felt wrong to have them both.

She eyes him in his uniform and he sees the way the night could go. The way it should go.

But all it makes him think about is Gale.

Gale, who doesn’t watch the girls at the pub, but who watches John.

Gale, who tenses up when the guys crowd him, but melts under John’s arm like it’s the most comfortable place in the world for him to be.

Gale, who went a whole day and a half giving him the cold shoulder after John came back to their room painted in red lipstick stains and smelling of cheap perfume.

So, he chats and he smiles, but he doesn’t flirt and he doesn’t touch. Because if there’s even a possibility in this world that there’s a chance Gale is like him and that he likes him, he’s not blowing it for anymore nights of chasing a fleeting good feeling.

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NP Tagging @swifty-fox (gimme Christmas fluff please), @hogans-heroes (I saw a little Christmas(?) fic in that picture you posted, can we have some? :) @heretoobsessstuff (eager for any 'can I call?' you can share) and @happy-days19 (what goodies are you cooking up these days?)

[luckydeuce]

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

[josieb100]

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 😭

[alienoresimagines]

Surely if it's one time per fic, people won't notice ? 🥲

[caustinen]

thinking about hollywood! clegan au 🤭

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

(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)

[johnslittlespoon]

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

[majorbuckyegan]

Woke up at 3:45am with a full on clegan fic idea in my head and just needed to get it out lmao

He looked up from his drink as the seat next to him was suddenly occupied, finding John sat on the barstool next to him, just like he knew he would, "Hi, there."

"Hi." John said, a teasing smile crossing his own face, "Now, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"

He had to fight to keep the smile off his face at the ridiculous line, as well as the thick English accent that John had adopted for some reason, "Just having a drink, been a long day."

"Makes two of us, you mind a little company?" John asked, raising his glass in the bartender's direction before indicating to another round of drinks for them both.

He shook his head, "I could be convinced."

"Oh, I've gotta convince you, do I?" John asked with a grin, before holding a hand out to him, "Callum. And what do I call a pretty thing like you?"

He let his gaze slide from John to the map of Texas on the wall just behind him, quickly racking his brains for a name to give him, "Austin." He finally settled on as he looked at the map, shaking John's hand.

roleplaying fic anyone????

[1filly]

posting a wip before i disappear for a bit because im busy and dont have much time to draw anymore😞

[heretoobsessstuff]

Last line tag

Ahhhhh im so happy u tagged me @valstarsandgalaxies thank u so muchhhh 🥹🫶🏻

Here’s a little piece of the “babe can I call?” WIP i wrote recently (a 5+1 fic, 5 times John call Gale in the middle of the night and one time Gale does instead!)

“Gale,” he breathes, relief flooding him at the sound of that familiar voice. He hears Gale shuffle before he speaks again.

“John? Is that you?”

John took a shaky breath, trying to drown in that voice, willing it to pull the fear from his body. His hand shook as he gripped the phone like a lifeline.

“Are you drunk again?” Gale sighed, his voice heavy with sleep. John felt floaty, dread sitting at the pit of his stomach as he tried to calm his breathing. He felt desperate to make sure Gale is okay. That he’s alive. That he’s still here. He jumped to answer.

“No—not drunk. Gale, I—”

“John? What’s the matter? Where are you?” Gale interrupts, urgency threading through his words.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

“Nothing. I’m home. I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have called.”

“Are you okay? You’re kinda freakin’ me out right now.”

Gale sounded concerned—panicked, even, his voice rising in pitch. John took another deep breath, fighting to steady himself.

“I just-just need to hear your voice.”

His eyes burnt with tears, so he closed them, feeling the weight of the night press down on him.

“Did something happen?” Gale’s worry is palpable, and John shook his head even though Gale couldn’t see him, exhaling deeply as the lump in his throat threatened to choke him.

“No. Just wanted to know-needed to know you’re there.” The words were finally out and he felt his stomach clench with anxiety. As if he was expecting Gale to say he wasn’t okay and that he was dead and that these past months of leaving England and flying back home were all a dream. That Bucky was still in Stalag, without Gale, counting the days until something happened and ridded him of this misery-

“I’m here, John,” Gale says softly, voice gentle, cutting through the chaos like a knife.

“You’re okay,” John says shakily.

“Yeah, I’m all in one piece.” A pause. “As okay as I ever was, Bucky.”

Ahhhhh this is going slow but im rlly excited to share snippets 🤭 absolutely no pressure tagging @amiserableseriesofevents @happy-days19 @onyxsboxes @joeyalohadream i’m rlly sorry if you’ve done it already ❤️❤️

[avonne-writes]

Fallen Angel AU

What if every human has a guardian angel assigned to them to help them through life?

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 🥰

[joeyalohadream]

Let your heart be light - Chapter 3

Gale’s a tree farmer, living a lonely life. John changes that.

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“Is that right?” John questions, teasing. “You just want to take advantage of these shoulders.”

“And your two working hips,” Gale says, sarcasm thick. He pulls one hand out of John’s grasp and jams a finger lightly into his side, making John flinch and bark out a laugh of his own. “If tonight goes well.”

“Tonight’s going perfect, Buck.” He says, bringing the hand still in his up to his mouth and pressing his lips to slightly cracked knuckles, delighted when the action rounds Gale’s cheeks and paints them pink.

“I’m gonna make you dinner now.”

“I haven’t seen the rest of the house yet,” John says, using his free hand to gesture to the carpeted staircase.

The smile Gale gives him is his favorite one, shy and sweet and small and perfect. “We’ll save that part of the house for now. Keep a little mystery here.”

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[survivedthenight]

a chemical reaction (clegan sex pollen, 7.7k)

“Get out of here, Bucky.” “What?” “Leave, please. I’m not myself. Can’t control myself.” If John could read his mind right now he’d be disgusted. Instead, he places a warm, wide hand on his thigh and squeezes. It’s meant to be comforting, a gesture John’s done a hundred times before, but all Gale can think is how he wants John to grip him harder, pull his legs apart and– “I’m not leaving you.” ----------- Gale bails out and lands in a strange poppy field. They do more than make him high.

[blixabargelds]

“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

[alienoresimagines]

Hi hello, I promise I do still write 🥹 I know I have a lot of tag games to catch up to but in the meantime, have a lil drunk prompt excerpt as a celebration for me turning a year older today 🥰❤️

“Besides,” he grins again, feeling the wild thump of his heart and the adrenaline flowing through his veins, “I’ve had a very good baseball teacher, and his honor being sullied just won’t do.” 

John blinks, eyes wide and searching, and Gale feels too exposed like a dog presenting his belly. But then, just as his palms start to sweat and his shoulders to tense, John makes a sound caught between a laugh and a scoff.

“You fell asleep when I tried to teach you the rules.” John’s mouth quirks in a soft smile, and Gale can finally feel the ground under his feet even as embarrassment creeps up his neck.

“I did not.”

John raises an eyebrow teasingly and a genuine smile pulls at Gale’s lips. 

“It’d been a long week.” He protests half-heartedly, though he’s well aware his slumber at that time was due more to the fact John had felt so warm and safe next to him that Gale hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep until he’d woken up with his head on John’s shoulder as the other desperately and valiantly tried to keep still.

John hums again, amused and fond, a glint in his eyes Gale can’t name lest he uses a word he barely understands the meaning of. A voice from outside cuts through the air, and the sudden interruption almost makes him flinch.

“Buck! Your guy’s getting impatient!” 

John scoffs in earnest this time, and Gale smiles at the obvious disdain on his face that he knows is reflected in his. 

“Challenging Buck Cleven in a fight. And I thought I made bad decisions while drunk.” Again, pride swirls in his chest at the open fondness in John’s voice, even as he mentally slaps himself for being so affected by something that probably means nothing to the other. Sweet talk is John Egan’s brand after all, as could attest to the countless women he takes to bed after dancing with them under Gale’s molten gaze. 

“Night’s still young,” he offers, an apology for cutting John’s night short with a fight Gale didn’t have to pick or could have ended with just a few sharp words. If only his blood hadn’t been singing for the quick, buzzing feeling of a fight.

“Don’t count on it,” is all John says, eyes soft.

I love them your honor, even when they're being pining idiots

[amiserableseriesofevents]

Did any of you guys say they liked Gale in a dress?

Mh? Oh, my bad.

John barely has the time to think Hey, are they having him play the butler? before the world tilts on its axis and the entirety of his attention focuses only on on Buck, like a spotlight. John’s mouth dries suddenly and he feels his heart roaring in his chest like a plane engine as he grabs the chair’s armrest with both hands and barely stops an inhuman sound from escaping his lips because Buck is dressed as a fucking housemaid. Maybe I’ve died and this is Heaven, John’s otherwise blank mind conjures as he stares at Buck’s long legs clad in black fishnets of all things, his lean thighs barely covered by the black skirt of his dress, the white apron on top of it making everything just more sinful. Somehow the entire dress fits him like it’s been sewed over his skin, hugging his narrow waist in a way that makes John’s mouth actually water; same goes for his shoulders, that John can see roll with anatomical precision, and the strong arms that emerge from the black and white short sleeves. There’s makeup on his face, white powder and a deep red lipstick, and some heavy dark around his eyes that only make them stand out more — John feels like they’re swallowing him whole from where he’s sitting at the end of the first sector and his heartbeat speeds up at the mere thought of being subjected to that magnetic look from Buck more up close later. He can even forgive the hideous red, curly wig they’ve put on him because dressed like that, and splendidly at ease like he only looks when he’s on stage, Buck is the most beautiful, sensual thing John’s ever seen. He wants to rip that dress off of him and fuck him like tomorrow is not a certainty.

I'm having so much fun with the Halloween special

[bcolfanfic]

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