#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?)

[triggerlil]

😈 for the clegan Wip please

both their povs just for you :-) sorry this took so long!!!

Bucky leans his weight into Gale, presses him against the wall to grind their hips together. It’s not enough—Gale pulls Bucky by the belt loops and rolls into the solidness of Bucky’s hard-on—an agonizing molasses drip of pleasure spreads through Gale and it’s the best thing he’s ever felt in his life. He doesn’t moan, just quietly gasps against Bucky’s mouth.

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“Fuck Gale,” Bucky whines, sucks on Gale’s bottom lip and shivers as Gale’s hips buck up into him. He feels hot and needy, the enormity of his want a living thing that threatens to overwhelm them both. There’s so much Bucky wants to ask for, so many parts of Gale he’s been dying to see and touch and savor, but he’s terrified of the gaping emptiness that’ll be left behind if Gale slips through his fingers again, if he retreats back to the safety of pretending nothing exists between them.

Bonus look at what all my first drafts look like LOL

[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

[a-hound-will-die-for-you]

Another Sandoooor fic is coming!! I seem to like seeing him jealous... he's so sexy and vulnerable.... This fic will be a bit shorter than the last one, although "I think" - because I still have it in my head - that with a bit more dialogue. The poor little puppy will beg our attention, he is so desperate without us 🥹 let's pet him a little, shall we?

[alienoresimagines-archive]

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

[wayrad]

Several More than Seven Sentences Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday

i was tagged by @swifty-fox & @shipstorms thank you xx

so. i started writing a lil canon compliant thingy with some elements i haven’t written before [wink wink] … guys this one will drive ya bonkers i promise. ok onto the snippet

“Tell me what you want,” Buck orders. His voice isn’t flat like the look on his face: it was full of something, bursting at the seams. Buck’s always been careful. He has more to hide. “Now, Bucky.”

John’s mouth opens against a wide breath. He licks his lips, wet. “I wanna serve.”

Buck nods, happy with that. “Okay, soldier,” he says. “Then serve.”

i don't know who to tag; if you see this, go for it!

[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

[skatik]

Only a man who's been burned knows what hell is truly like

wip

[1filly]

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

[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.”

[a-hound-will-die-for-you]

I'm really happy with the new fic I'm writing about highborn!reader x Sandor Clegane!! :D

It's called "Jealous," and I think it'll be around 5,000 words, maybe a little less. I’ve got about 3/4 of it written in Spanish, and even though I still need to translate it (which is tough), I'm happy because I feel like I've gotten the rhythm and style I was aiming for with this kind of fic. I come from a very different fandom, with a very different vocabulary, so the transition has been a challenge for me. I hope I can finish it soon!

The story is based on an secret established relationship between you & Sandor, affected by his jealousy. We know he's not exactly the most confident guy when it comes to love. Sandor will have to put aside his pride and jealousy if he doesn't want to lose you, and he’ll have to publicly show his love for you in a way he never thought he would.

I confess that I had to hold my breath while writing some parts... <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????

[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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[rambleonwaywardson]

word wip game

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

tagged by @swifty-fox thank you for forcing me to refocus on my writing.

my word was LIES

L From Soon You'll Get Better

"Look at me, angel."

Gale's eyes find Bucky's, right here in the present, not the past. Pepper and Meatball are down the dock, chasing birds as they flutter over the water, just out of reach.

Bucky takes Gale's hand. He looks out over the water again, and he smiles, in that sort of goofy, sure of himself way. "I'm still here aren't I?"

I From the Sous le Ciel de Paris epilogue (finally!)

It’s a beautiful day in LA. But John can hardly take his eyes off of Gale.

Gale, walking along the coastline with a breeze ruffling his hair, cheeks turning pink in the sun. Footprints in the sand. Gale, leaning down to pick a seashell out of the water, smiling back at John when he stands up again in a way that makes John’s heart skip a beat. Gale, looking out at the great blue ocean, absolutely picture perfect. 

Gale. 

All of a sudden, that’s all John can think. He’s here for the fucking Olympics. He’s here for that gold medal. He’s here. But all of a sudden, Gale is all he knows. And he knows he got it right.

It’s not Paris, but it’ll have to do.

E From Soon You'll Get Better

Everything hurts more than it should, and suddenly Gale is so unfathomably angry at this universe that he loves. He is so goddamn angry, because John's parents should be here. They should be here.

And Gale will move mountains for his husband. He will break the world and he will build it again. But nothing he does will bring them back. That loss has never hurt quite as bad as it does right now.

S From If the World Was Ending

“Some things are better left alone,” Gale snaps. His words are clipped and bitter, and yet somehow not biting like they should be. Somehow, they still carry a warmth, a pain, that lets Bucky know that he doesn’t want to be saying them.

“But we’re us, Buck.”

“We still will be.”

Looking back, John thinks he somehow knew that goodbye wasn’t just goodbye. Somewhere buried in it was I love you. Looking back, he’ll claim he knew what was about to happen. That he could feel it in his bones. But he can’t for the life of him figure out why he left anyway.

tagging @joeyalohadream @onyxsboxes @stars-remain2

your word is: FIND