#days19

[onyxsboxes]

I think the only one left is "So tell me is there somewhere else that you wanna go?" and I'd love to hear about it!

Also, I have a feeling “Beauty in the water, angel on the beach” is definitely going to make me cry, and I can't wait to read it! <3

Hi, thank you for the ask dear 🥰

So "So tell me is there somewhere else that you wanna go?" also affectionately known as “Oh no 😭, I think I've started a new one” is going to be the second little fic for the summer event.

This time, it's set in the werewolf!gale au. It takes place before they go to England, on the full moon following let's take a walk in the woods (when Bucky learned about Buck's fur problems).

Bucky decided to surprise Gale with a hiking/camping weekend just for the two of them so Wolf!buck could explore more places and they could relax afterwards.

“Are you kidding? A weekend with my little wolf and my best friend Buck? It's the best thing ever.”

For “Beauty in the water, angel on the beach”, it'll be a bit of hurt/comfort but still positive, how things aren't perfect but they're working on it. A bit more serious than I'd originally intended (it should have been a silly little fic) but it's still hopeful. And I can't wait to share it 🤗

[alienoresimagines]

Number 7 for the fic writer questions :)

Did I reblog the ask game then forgot about then got caught up with uni and am only answering these more than a month after? Absolutely 😭 I'm so sorry for the delay but I finally sat down to do it 🥹

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

Oh, that's an interesting one! I don't usually choose which POV to write from, I'll try to think of a fic idea/situation and who of Buck or Bucky would have the most interesting take on it. It also depends on what I want from the other character, for example writing from Gale POV will not exactly amount to the same Gale John sees in his POV, because John doesn't see Gale the way Gale sees himself, and vice versa.

Also sometimes, I'll get random sentences in the middle of my day for a fic and it's already from either Buck or Bucky's pov, I usually stick to that POV 🫡 Like two days ago I had a random summary pop into my head in the shower and it was very clearly from Bucky's POV and who am I to go against the Vibes

Thank you for the ask 🥹🫶🏻

[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 ❤️❤️

[johnslittlespoon]

Happy Halloweennn and welcome to the WOTA server's master–list of fics for the Halloween writing event! 🎃 We had a list of festive, kinktober, and whumptober prompts to choose from and six weeks to write, and so many creative, amazing fics have been birthed. 👻

This list will be updated as fics are posted, and you can also check out the collection on AO3 for easier browsing. Thank youuu to all the lovely writers who participated, can't wait for the next one! 🌈

✨ Fic List:

You Put A Spell On Me Prompts: Horror Movies, Sleepovers, Sharing A Blanket -> by @rangerelizabeth [2K | G | Gale Cleven/John Egan, Curtis Biddick/Ken Lemmons | Halloween, Domestic Fluff, College AU] Long Kiss Goodnight -> by @middlingmay [7K | M | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Implied Major Character Death, Open Ending, Implied Alcohol Poisoning, Vomiting, Suicidal Ideation] A Heaven On Earth I Have Won By Wooing Thee Prompts: Cross–dressing, Feminization -> by @amiserableseriesofevents [14K | E | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Halloween Costumes, Rocky Horror Show Performance, Dressing Room Sex, Porn With Feelings, Mirror Sex, Such–Stuff AU] Windfall Prompts: Pumpkin Patch, Maze -> by @rangerelizabeth [7K | G | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Meet–Cute, Strangers To Lovers, Fluff, Modern Setting] The Kids Who Made It -> by @gloomxdream [3K | G | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Gale Cleven, PTSD, Halloween] Bleeding Love Prompt: Stitches -> by @happy-days19 [1K | T | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Hurt John Egan, Poor Gale, Blood And Injury, Bucky Tries To Cook And It Doesn't End Well] He Calls Me Bunny Prompts: Costumes, House Party, Cross–Dressing, Choking -> by @johnslittlespoon [8K | E | Gale Cleven/John Egan | College AU, Friends With Benefits, Idiots In Love, Boys In Skirts, Praise Kink, Blow Jobs, Riding, Light Dom/Sub] I Think I Love You -> by @daysofxavierspast [500 | G | Harry Crosby/Joseph Payne | Love Confessions, Friends To Lovers, Idiots In Love] Your Idiot Prompts: Concussions/Fainting, Hiding Injuries -> by @eternallytired17 [3K | G | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Whump, Hurt John Egan, Serious Injuries, Fainting, Kissing, Hospitals] Never Let Me Go Prompt: Sleep Deprivation/Nightmares -> by @eternallytired17 [3K | T | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Whump, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, John Egan Needs A Hug, PTSD, Flashbacks] A Night With A Stranger -> by @brotherwtf [8K | M | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Halloween, Masquerade, Enemies To Lovers, Alternate Universe] Would You Mind? Prompts: Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Choking, Dirty Talk -> by @nicijones & @johnslittlespoon [32K | E | Gale Cleven/John Egan/Ken Lemmons | Threesome, Pining, Friends To Fuckbuddies, Sexual Tension, Porn With Plot, Semi–Public Sex, Blow Jobs, Spitroasting] A Major Sweet Tooth Prompt: Candy -> by @happy-days19 [1K | T | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Halloween, Candy, Tooth–Rotting Fluff] Undercover Lover -> by @middlingmay [4K | T | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Criminal Minds AU, Modern AU, Undercover Detectives, Cowboys, Dancing] ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[joeyalohadream]

WIP Wednesday

It's Thursday, but oh well! Thank you for the tag @swifty-fox and @majorbuckyegan ❤️

Little snippet from a little story I'm writing for a request from the 'soft-action' prompt list I shared yesterday. Feels good to write some warm, fluffy sweet moments.

“Thanks for the dance, baby,” John murmurs against his lips, nose pressed flush below the  apple of his cheek. Blue eyes, shining with happiness meet his as they pull away and John finds it easier than anything to push away the lingering thoughts of another snowy evening with a radio that won't work. He drops himself down onto the couch, presses his back to the armrest and uses the hand still grasping Gale’s fingers to pull him down with him. He plants a foot on the ground, the other against the cushion and opens his legs to create a space that Gale fits into like it was made for him. A moment later, with Gale’s back pressed to his chest, legs sprawled out and his head falling back to rest on John’s shoulder, he can’t help but be sure that it was made for Gale. Like he was made for Gale, and Gale for him. He lets his arms wrap around his slender frame, something settling in him when he feels the toned definition of the muscle Gale’s been able to build in the last few months under his palms. A comfortable silence settles between for a while as they sit and watch the snow fall. The room is warm and Gale is steady weight against, growing heavier the more he relaxes. John’s eyes hood as he finds himself almost blissfully content in this moment. “I never liked the snow,” Gale shares, breaking John from the sleepy stupor he’d fallen into. “No?” He turns his head and nuzzles against the hair that’s tickling his chin. “Even before?” Gale hums quietly, understanding what before John is referring too without any need to elaborate. Their lives have become a steady stream of before moments.

No pressure tagging @rangerelizabeth , @reallylilyreally , @happy-days19 and @onyxsboxes (I know it's not Wednesday, WIP Thursday anyone?)

[luckydeuce]

last line(s) / WIP tag

Warning: I'm exhausted and busy with work (sob) and so, so under the weather it's just a massive shit show. And I've been struggling to write but some wonderful, wonderful souls tagged me recently (I'm talking about you @happy-days19 and @soliloquy-dawn and @onyxsboxes and @weimarweekly and @reallylilyreally and @amiserableseriesofevents) and I swear I didn't ignore it!!!

This is collective for @london-cowboy and this account because there's more than 1 me. Here we go.

John takes a small sip of his whiskey. It isn’t Macallan. It must be The Dalmore, the 18-Year-Old, or something similar: deep and spicy—burnt black coffee and marmalade. It’s wonderful. But it’s also— “Not what I wanted, Buck.” Buck has been just raising his glass to his lips. He stops, mid-gesture. “Pardon?” Oh, pardon my ass, frat boy, thinks John. This is perfect, fucking perfect. A wonderful opportunity to start. He hates that it is happening. “They didn’t have Macallan?” Buck looks confused, eyes darting between John’s lips and the £400-a-bottle liquid in John’s glass. “They did, but—” The thing is, John knows. He knows they did, just as he knows Buck was trying to impress him. Win him, please him. In any other circumstances, it would have worked, nice and simple. But nice and simple isn’t really what Buck wants from John.   “Then bring me what I wanted,” John says. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t smile; equally, he doesn’t frown. “Please.”

Tagging @stereobone , @whirlpool-blogs , @feyd-meowtha and @wayrad , only if you'd like to (but adding a Dom John Egan kind of please).

[sleepr-agent420]

last line tag :0

tagged by @happy-days19 teehee thnaks

idfk what this is

"I cant read this."

"What?" John rips the paper from Gales hand, turning it over to study it. "Fuck you mean you cant read it?"

"I mean I cant read it. You're handwritings shit."

John grumbles under his breath, squinting at his paper. Gales right, his handwriting is just fucking scribbles, but he can read it just fine, thank you very much.

Gale reaches over and points at a word. "What does that say?"

np tags: @wayrad @soliloquy-dawn @anachilles @skyyguy

[anachilles]

-> last line tag.

tysm for the tags @swifty-fox and @happy-days19!!

“Give it to me… give-...hhh… give-” To be quite honest, Bucky was, regrettably, teetering on the edge of not knowing just how much else he physically had left to give. He was beginning to feel like an overly wrung-out wet paper towel, damp and listless but trying ever so damn hard to hold its structure regardless. In only the slip of time since he got home from work earlier that evening, bowled over as soon as he walked in by the heavy, pervasively cloying and tell-tale scent of scorched bergamot and orange blossom, he’d come four times already. And was now circling the drain on a fifth that felt like it was more being ripped out of him than progressively coaxed.

(no pressure) tags: @rambleonwaywardson @avonne-writes @joeyalohadream

[wayrad]

last line(s) tag

I was tagged by @sleepr-agent420 and @whirlpool-blogs thank you!!

Haussmann takes a sharp breath in, “You may think yourself hard, Major, but they will find where you are soft, and they will use it until there is nothing left,” His face takes on a severe quality, hooked nose and sculpted jaw catching with shadow. The dark inks him, and he really does look like the villains from the movies. “So, I will ask you again. Do you like your little Colonel?” Gale’s chest pumps with wild shattered breaths. His scent curls with fear; he might die here. He might really die. Or worse, they’ll keep him alive, barely so, subhuman. And all of this would have been for nothing at all. “No,” he says, finally. 

np tagging some people I dont often/new moots: @onyxsboxes @meyerlansky @c-goldthorn @happy-days19 and ofc @soliloquy-dawn @skyphloxx show me what's cookin!!

[hogans-heroes]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @majorbuckyegan thank you!

Snippet from chapter 2 of Learning Curve coming soon.

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“Buck, stop,” Alex gasped, locking his arms tighter around the flailing form and getting an elbow strike to the gut. “It’s alright, he’s alright.”

The deafening sounds tearing from Gale’s body could hardly be called cries or screams or anything recognizable—just inhuman, shattered agony spilling and clawing from his lungs. He was panting like he had run miles, entire body struggling and chest heaving hard enough to crack a rib.

It took all three of them to hold him back and Alex began to panic, desperate to fix this before Gale’s shock turned to rage and he killed every guard within a two mile radius. It’s all that would be left of him without Bucky. An angel of death. His storied strength and skill may have been of his own making, but all the gentle parts of Gale were John Egan.

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I tag @happy-days19 @heretoobsessstuff and @avonne-writes I can’t keep up with who’s done it or not ���

[rangerelizabeth]

Last line tag

Thank you for the tag @amiserableseriesofevents!

About halfway into the movie, they’re both startled out of their focus by Gale’s phone vibrating incessantly. Gale fishes it out of his pocket and John sees “Mom” lighting up in big letters across the screen. The other boy stares at it for a moment, seemingly unsure of what to do. John stays quiet, observing, as Gale lets the call go to voicemail. When his phone screen finally goes black, he bites his lip anxiously, and John begins stroking a gentle hand up and down his side.

Tagging @happy-days19 @middlingmay @valstarsandgalaxies (no pressure ofc!) ♥️

[onyxsboxes]

🧠

🥰 and thank you for listening

🧠- i love hearing you talk. you should ramble to me more often

Ask game

[alienoresimagines]

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

The love is too strong right now, I can't cope 😭❤️

[heretoobsessstuff]

Last line tag

Thank u sm for the tagging me a few days ago my lovelies @joeyalohadream and @alienoresimagines ❤️ here is more babe can i call snippets (lowkey posting the whole fic at this point lol)

(5 times John calls gale in the middle of the night and 1 time gale does instead)

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"Hey you okay? You alright?" He asked, voice coming out frantic as he grabbed Gale's face, forcing him to look at him.

"You came"

Gale said weakly, voice relieved, almost shocked, like he couldn't believe he was here. Before John could even say anything, Gale was wrapping his arms around him in a bone crushing hug, face buried in his neck as he breathed him in.

"Of course I did. You called. Of course I did." He tried to sound reassuring, but his voice trembled with worry.

He felt paralyzed, his heart racing as he instinctively looped an arm around Gale's waist, his other hand gently running up and down his back to soothe his shivering. Gale didn't do well with the cold anymore and seeing him shaking like this dredged up distant memories in John-memories he wished he could pack in a box and lock them away and forget them forever. Memories of the war, of Gale shaking and shivering in the blistering cold, marching across Germany with him, not knowing what kind of fate awaited them. The deep sense of helplessness at seeing Gale with frozen eyelashes and flushed face, trembling, huddled with hundreds of other men and not being able to do anything about it, sipped back into his bones and made space as if it had never left. It felt wrong and unbearable to see it now. Those days were over and he never wanted to see Gale cold and shivering ever again.

The memories crashed over John like a wave, knocking the breath out of him. With newfound urgency, he pulled back, shedding his coat and wrapping it around Gale's shoulders.

“John-” Gale breathed, voice strained. His eyes were brimming, threatening to spill over, face pinched with raw emotion. John reached to brush his messy fringe out of his forehead, cutting him off.

“You’re shaking, Gale. Talk to me. What’s wrong? What’s the matter?”

John rubbed up and down his arms vigorously, desperate to get him to stop shaking. To warm him up. Gale did nothing to resist it. He just stared at John and bit his lip, his expression pained as he looked away and closed his eyes, hands fisting in his lap.

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Idk who to tagggg omg let’s go with @joeyalohadream (uno-reverse), @onyxsboxes @majorbuckyegan and @happy-days19 (im so sorry if u have done it already! No pressure ofc) ❤️‍🩹

[amiserableseriesofevents]

WIP Wednesday/Last line tag

I've been tagged by so many people aaaaah @alienoresimagines @heretoobsessstuff @rangerelizabeth @nicijones @onyxsboxes @majorbuckyegan thank you all; here for you, a few lines from the Halloween oneshot!

He’s testing the waters and there’s the risk he’s gonna drown, he knows it very well; but something about being dressed up as something else, as someone else, always makes him feel all tingly and excited even after all this time. If he can’t kiss Buck as they are, because that’s what he asked of him when laying down the rules for their weird — wrong — contract, now that they can pretend they’re not Buck and Bucky he wants to kiss him even more. For a fraction of a second, something flickers in Buck’s gaze that makes John shiver with anticipation — Buck wants to kiss him too, wants the taste of John’s fake blood in his mouth, the way his tongue darts out from the gap between his lips a telltale sign of the blond’s inner turmoil. His gaze shoots to the side, as if he’s considering something and needs to check the situation in the lobby; the public’s still waiting outside, Marge is checking a few last things with Ken and another tech. Buck must be on tickets duty tonight so he’ll have to go stand outside the auditorium’s door in a minute. John keeps staring at him, as if he can read the calculations running through his mind; but before he can risk to push it too much, he relents. “Stay still,” he says and cradles Buck’s face with one of his still gloved hands, tilting it a little to the side to have a better view and relishing in the way the other’s breath itches at the contact with the soft, warm fabric. He rubs his other thumb over the lipstick stain, the porous leather absorbing it better than skin could and the dark color hiding the bloody tint. Goosebumps break on Buck’s skin where John has touched him and when John releases him his eyes are wide behind the mask, a faint flush spreading all over the uncovered half of his face.

No pressure tagging: @soliloquy-dawn @london-cowboy @middlingmay @happy-days19 and @johnslittlespoon !

[joeyalohadream]

Last Line Tag

Thank you for the tag @reallylilyreally

Finally sat down at made myself write something with my morning coffee.

Here's the latest from Part 3 of my 'Cooler Fic' series. It's coming along VERY slowly right now, but it's still coming.

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“We didn’t have enough time.” 

Bucky doesn’t open his eyes or lift his head from where it rests atop of Gale’s wool wrapped one at the hushed tone of Benny’s voice. He’s too worn, whole body feeling like lead that’s frozen to the ground. The man in his arms trembles even in slumber and Bucky tries not to think about how little warmth radiates from him. 

“We were there for over a year, Benny,” Brady’s equally quiet words sigh out over Bucky’s shoulder. “It was more than enough time, you ask me.” 

“I mean after,” Benny continues. He sounds as exhausted as Bucky feels. “After Buck got out. We didn’t have enough time.”

His breath stalls in his lungs at the implication of Benny’s words, at the conclusion he can hear in his tone. He doesn’t want to hear this, but he can’t find the strength to turn around and tell them to shut up. 

“You don’t think he’s gonna make it.” 

Brady’s words are met with silence. Or maybe it’s met with a grim look or a shake of a head that Bucky can’t see. Whatever the case, Bucky doesn’t want to listen to anything else from them. 

Sleep had claimed Gale the moment he’d settled against Bucky’s chest and the boys must have assumed Bucky had dropped off as well. They’d never talk like this if they knew he could hear them. The kid gloves they’ve been handling him with since the first time Gale got sick have been on in full force, covering their own frostbitten fingers. 

He kicks his leg out enough to make noise as his boots scuff against the stray beneath him. Enough to let them know he’s awake. He hears a throat clear, hears two bodies shuffle and then settle.

He pulls Gale impossibly closely and curls around him as much as he can. The smaller man doesn’t wake in the slightest at the shift and Bucky knows his heart would be beating frantically at the compounding evidence of how unwell Gale is if it wasn’t frozen in his chest. 

They’re wrong. They’re all wrong. They have to be.

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No pressure tag to @soliloquy-dawn , @ranger-elizabeth , @happy-days19 and @heretoobsessstuff . I know this one is going around quite a bit, so apologies if you've already been tagged in this!