#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 😭

[heretoobsessstuff]

what took you so long?

A tender moment between john and gale in stalag, written for mota's 1 year anniversary and the beginning of the way they consumed my life lol.

John woke up one night to find Gale in his space.

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It wasn’t unusual for Gale to hover nearby now. To watch him carefully when he thought John was sleeping. To trace his broken eye socket tenderly before sighing and retiring to his own bunk. But this was different.

Gale had been restless all evening. John had noticed the way he kept fidgeting, the way he looked over at John more than once as if he wanted to say something but he never did.

John hadn’t pressed. He knew Gale and he knew pressuring him would end up doing the exact opposite of drawing him out of his shell. He let Gale sit in his usual spot near the bunk and pretended not to notice how he stayed there longer than necessary, even when the lights were out and everyone else had gone to sleep. John closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come. Eventually, Gale had gone to bed as well.

Or so John thought.

Now, as John blinked blearily in the dark of the night, he realized Gale wasn’t in his own bunk.

He was sitting on the floor, knees drawn up, back pressed lightly against the edge of John’s mattress.

This was it. John took a slow breath. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Gale didn’t startle.

Didn’t move.

He just exhaled quietly. “No.”

John shifted up onto his elbows, watching him. “Why are you down there?”

A beat.

Then, soft, hesitant..

“…I wanted to be close.”

John felt something in his chest ache.

He reached out, slow and deliberate, brushing his knuckles against Gale’s shoulder. “Come up here.”

Gale hesitated.

Then, carefully, deliberately, he moved.

John barely had time to shift before Gale was easing into the bed beside him gingerly, not quite touching, but close enough that John could feel his warmth and the slight shake of his limbs.

Gale let out a slow breath, his fingers twitching slightly against the blankets.

John watched him carefully. Then, quietly he whispered 

“Come here.”

Gale shivered. Eyeing John for a second before finally, he gave in.

He shifted closer, pressing into John’s side, his head tilting just slightly toward him.

John let out a slow breath, moving his head to rest lightly against Gale’s. “You okay?”

Gale swallowed.

“…I think so.”

John let his hand trace over Gale’s wrist, grounding. He felt Gale exhale, leaning into him a little more.

And John knew.

Gale wasn’t just letting himself be close.

He was asking for it. Not in words, but in ways he knew John understood. In ways John had learned about Gale over years of knowing him.

John could feel it, the way he was right there, close enough that he could reach for him easily, pull him close enough that John could feel the heat of him, but still holding back.

Still keeping that last bit of distance.

And John had let him. For weeks, he had let Gale take his time, let him hover just close enough, let him almost reach for him but never quite. He had been patient even though patience was never his forte. But now that Gale was here, now that he was looking at John like he wanted something but didn’t know if he was allowed to have it, John wasn’t waiting anymore.

“Come here.”

Gale inhaled sharply.

John didn’t move.

Didn’t pull him in.

Didn’t force it.

He just offered.

And this time Gale took it.

He moved slowly at first, hesitant, like he still wasn’t sure if he should. But the second John reached for him, really reached, with both arms, steady and certain, Gale let out a shaky breath and melted.

John had been holding himself back for weeks.

Now, finally, he didn’t have to.

His arms wrapped around Gale, solid and unshaking, pulling him in, pressing him against his chest the way he had wanted to all those long nights when Gale had been too far away. Nights when he wasn’t even sure if he’d ever feel Gale again.

Gale didn’t resist.

Didn’t tense.

Didn’t hold himself back.

He just went.

Went into John’s space, into John’s arms, like he had been waiting for this just as much as John had. His body eased against him, his weight pressing fully into John, like he trusted him to hold him up, to keep him steady.

John exhaled slowly, one hand smoothing over Gale’s back, the other pressing warm and steady between his shoulder blades.

He felt Gale shudder and he knew it wasn’t from pain or exhaustion. It was from relief.

John squeezed his eyes shut, breathing him in.

Finally.

Finally, finally.

His hand moved up slowly, brushing against the back of Gale’s neck. Touching the blond baby hairs tenderly. His voice was low, warm. 

“What took you so long?”

Gale let out a soft, breathless sound, half a laugh, half a sigh.

Then, muffled against John’s blouse,

“I didn’t know if I could.”

John pulled back just enough to see his face. “And now?”

Gale swallowed, his fingers curling loosely in the fabric of John’s shirt. “Now I don’t want to stop.”

John’s chest ached.

He cupped the side of Gale’s face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “Then don’t.”

Gale inhaled shakily. His eyes were softer now. Still tired, still carrying everything he had been holding onto, but softer. More himself.

John tilted his forehead against Gale’s, voice quiet. “I wanted to give you space”

Gale’s breath caught. “I know John” a pause “don’t want space anymmore” 

John tightened his arms around him. “then stay right here.”

Gale sighed, exhaling long and slow, pressing himself closer. 

And John just held him.

Held him the way he had wanted to for so long.

Held him the way he needed to.

Held him until Gale finally, finally let go of the distance between them.

over the past few weeks my beloved moots @joeyalohadream @middlingmay @onyxsboxes @trekkiehood and @stars-remain2 have tagged me in last line tags and word finding games. i just wanted to say i appreciate u guys thinking abt little old me sm and i hope this makes up for those <3

[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😞

[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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[luckydeuce]

They have sex again. They make love again. The shame of dealing with the plug makes Gale squirm, body flushed and wrung out but still aching for more. John fucks him through it—through the tremble of it, through the oversensitivity of it, through the sharp little whimpers caught at the back of Gale’s throat. One hand pressed firmly over Gale’s mouth, the other gripping the nape of his neck, John takes what’s his.

Afterward, they lie tangled in Gale’s bed, limbs loose and boneless. The sheets smell like boyhood nostalgia and adult sin.

Gale sighs and calls John “Bucky”, and John smiles and calls Gale “Buck”.

And John has never been more aware of the heartbreak waiting for them at the end of this, never more aware of how much they’ll both suffer for it— —and never more unable to stop.

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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

[heretoobsessstuff]

Some gale whump I’ve written recently. This is for u @trekkiehood ❤️

You’re really quiet,” John finally said softly, breaking the stillness. “You okay? still dizzy?”

Gale didn’t answer at first, and John’s stomach dropped. He leaned closer, his hand hovering near Gale’s arm. Just as he opened his mouth to press again, Gale’s voice rasped out.

“I think…” Gale began, swallowing hard. “I think I need to go to the bathroom.” He shifted slightly under the blanket, his face pale and pinched. “Might… might get sick again.”

John’s worry spiked, but he kept his tone calm. “Alright. It’s okay,” he said, already moving to help. “Here. Lemme get you there.”

He slid an arm under Gale’s shoulders, careful as he helped him sit up. Gale leaned heavily against him, his body sluggish and uncooperative, but he didn’t resist.

“Slow,darling” John murmured, steadying him. “I’ve got you.”

They moved carefully, John bearing most of Gale’s weight as they shuffled down the short hallway. Gale’s steps were uneven, his knees threatening to buckle more than once, but John kept a firm hold on him, murmuring quiet reassurances all the way.

When they reached the bathroom, Gale made a faint sound of relief. He let go of John just enough to lower himself onto the tiled floor, his back against the cool wall. He pulled his knees up slightly, wrapping his arms around them as he let out a shaky breath.

John crouched beside him, watching closely. “You alright?”

Gale pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, his eyes fluttering shut again. “I don’t know,” he admitted after a moment. “Thought I was gonna get sick ..but now… maybe not.”

John nodded, his hand settling lightly on Gale’s shoulder. “It’s alright,” he said again, his voice quiet and steady. “Just relax. Take your time.”

Gale didn’t reply, just leaned his head back against the wall, his breathing uneven but slowing as he sat there. His fingers tapped absently against his knee, subtle tell of his discomfort, but he stayed silent.

John stayed right where he was, crouched on the floor beside him, ready to spring into action if Gale needed.

Gale shifted again, this time leaning forward slightly until his forehead rested against the cool porcelain of the toilet. John’s worry spiked at the sight, and he quickly moved closer, placing a steadying hand on Gale’s back.

“Gale, don’t lean there,” John said gently, coaxing him upright. “Here. Lean against me instead.” He maneuvered himself so that Gale could lean against him, wrapping an arm securely around his shoulders and pulling him close.

Gale resisted for half a second before giving in, letting himself sag heavily against John. His head rested awkwardly against John’s chest, his breathing uneven. “Sorry,” Gale murmured faintly, his voice barely above a whisper. “For making you sit here with me. You just got home-”

“Hey” John cut him off, his voice firm but kind. “Don’t you dare apologize right now. I’m not going anywhere. Let’s just focus on you right now”

Gale didn’t argue, but his face scrunched briefly before he squeezed his eyes shut again. They sat there for a long moment, the only sound the quiet hum of the apartment and Gale’s shallow breaths.

Then, Gale shifted slightly, his body trembling against John’s. “John,” he murmured, his voice tighter now.

“Right here” John said quickly, leaning down to try and catch Gale’s expression.

“I think… think I need to lay down” Gale admitted quietly, his words slurred and heavy.

The admission made John’s stomach twist painfully. “Alright,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady for Gale’s sake. “Do you want me to move you to the bed?”

“No,” Gale interrupted, shaking his head faintly. “I don’t think I can. Here’s fine.”

John hesitated, every instinct screaming that this is concerning and he needed to get Gale somewhere more comfortable, maybe even to the hospital but he could see how pale Gale had gotten, how much effort it was taking him just to stay upright.

“Okay” John said finally, his voice soft. “Alright darling. Here is fine. I’ve got you.”

Carefully, he shifted them both, easing Gale down onto the bathroom floor. He worked slowly, supporting Gale’s head and shoulders as he lowered him onto the tiles. John folded up a towel he grabbed from the rack, slipping it beneath Gale’s head to cushion him.

“There,” John said quietly, crouching beside him again. “You’re alright. Just stay still. I’m right here.”

Gale’s eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, glassy and unfocused. “Thanks,” he murmured faintly, his voice barely audible. Then he let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes again, his body going completely limp.

John sat back on his heels, his heart pounding as he watched Gale. Gale laid there motionless on the bathroom floor, his breaths shallow and uneven. John crouched beside him, his hand resting lightly on Gale’s arm, watching for any sign of change. His heart thudded painfully in his chest, the worry eating him alive. He needed to do something, anything. He didn’t know what was wrong with Gale. He felt helpless in way he hadn’t in years. He needed to get Gale somewhere. Get him some help.

Leaning down, John spoke softly, his voice gentle but steady. “Hey, darling” he murmured, brushing a few damp strands of hair off Gale’s forehead. “Can you tell me how you’re feeling right now?”

It took Gale a moment to respond. His eyelids fluttered slightly, his face pinched with discomfort as he tried to gather the energy to speak. When he finally managed, his voice was weak and slurred.

“Feels… like I might pass out,” Gale said, the words dragging as if they weighed too much. “Head’s… so light. Floaty.”

[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