#clevenhqfic

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another one… exchange student!gale au!??!

@pinksiames and i did it once again

gale cleven is an exchange student from bamberg, germany!! he studies abroad in america for a year when he’s 16 because his parents didn’t want him back home during their divorce process:(

john egan is a 17 y/o american who lives in wisconsin, usa! he’s lived in manitowoc for all his life and has never had any exposure to other countries (besides canada but yk that doesn’t really count)

gale arrives in america in early august, a week before the school year is supposed to start! the family hosting him are the egans (shocking!!)

miranda & daniel egan (parents) pick him up from the airport with one of those big colourful signs that says “welcome to america, gale!!” with a german and american flag on it:)

gale & john don’t meet until the day after when gale is eating at an odd hour (still getting used to timezone changes) and john is sneaking back into the house. john at first thinks that he’s in the wrong house because he’s never seen someone so gorgeous?? and it really shocks him when he hears the extremely thick german accent that greets him (he falls in love just a bit)

school starts and gale just wants to fit in, when he’s not at school he’s studying english and trying to improve on it. john is like his personal tutor and helps him with it, vice versa when john mentions his interest in learning german!

the school year flies by, gale makes some friends and falls in love!!!! but unfortunately in late june he has to go back home to germany, but promises to write john letters in the english that he’s learned over the past year. they write to each other back and forth until john surprises gale by visiting him one summer:)

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social media (semi-famous) au that was talked about like twice in the mota discord with @trashbag-baby666 …

gale’s account is private and he only has one!! his pfp is either scenery or just the ‘no pfp’ grey dude

john posts about his bf & calls him buck, gale comments on his posts so everyone knows that gale is buck

explaining the one above, gale’s username is probably smth like ‘buckclvn’ but his bio is friends-only so that says gale

basically they got a large following because john posted a video of curt doing something stupid and they also just post random things that gain attention

gale is faceless but his voice can be heard in some of john’s videos (he doesn’t want to take away from his bf’s fame)

curt will post the most random and controversial thing and just dip from the conversation (ken and crosby have to clean up his messes)

being spotted in public would be awkward especially if it’s john while he’s with gale because the fan would like keep glancing at gale like “who…” and then have that look of realization

to which later the fan would post smth like “i saw john’s bf and he is GORGEOUS” and john would repost or quote it

ken and curt take pics of their double dates and are always sure to block out gale’s face

curt probably treats anyone who recognizes him like a friend or someone who’s chasing him

brady is a fashion designer and hambone is his model (ty theo for this)

rosie and bubbles are also a part of this but we fr have no idea where…

um this is such a random post but i hope u guys like this!!

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gale who has never been able to be himself. always performing for someone else. for his dad, he acted as if he was fine, though he left through the night to go somewhere he felt safer. even if it was a park bench, out in the open.

with his teachers he never acted out even though he wanted to so badly. he wanted to scream and cry in the middle of class. he wanted to get sent to the office just to feel like someone. gale never did; it would mean he would see his father sooner than he would’ve liked to.

he enlisted with the intention of leaving his childhood behind. with the exception of marge. through basic he had to behave and be quiet, like always. though he didn’t mind as much. nobody knew his father, they couldn’t look down on him.

bucky struck him as someone who acted on impulse. he would be correct for the most part. when gale tried to push him away, bucky wouldn’t allow it. he hung off of gale like a lifeline, like if he let go he would disappear. metaphorically, of course.

what surprised him was that gale never stopped him wholeheartedly. he didn’t mind the weight of bucky. and he didn’t mind the idea of a new name to hide under, after awhile.

eventually, gale was able to smile genuinely. he could let out his comments on things, allow himself to shed a few tears. not marge who was able to tear down his walls, but bucky. whom he had known for not even a year.

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Omg I love your idea of gale and John going out on a date in high school! Do you have anymore thoughts on it???

post anon is referring to

omgomgomg hi anon!!!! i love this au i’ve been speaking of it w @pinksiames for the past 3 hrs now…

hc list!

gale lives with his grandparents because his mother had him young (16 yrs old), they kept him until he was 3 but his mother sent him to live with her parents after his father developed a drinking problem

he calls them nana (barbara julie) and papa (harold)

gale lived with them in a small town in wyoming until they all moved to wisconsin when he’s 15!

he did online schooling for a month, but his nana noticed a decline in his grades so they enrolled him in the high school instead if waiting for the new school year to start

gale walks into class all nervous biting his lip and holding on tight to his backpack straps, and john egan sees him for the first time

like a week or so goes by and john starts leaving notes in his bag (long ones about stuff like “you’re so gorgeous omg”)

but gale thinks that it’s just john picking on him because people at the school he went to in wyoming weren’t very nice to him

he goes to his nana and papa all like “he’s making fun of me leaving notes in my bag everyday that say “you’re stunning” nobody is ever that nice to me:(”

his nana is like “are you sure he doesn’t just happen to like you?”

gale is not at all convinced but follows her advice in talking to john (“Hey um I’d like it if you wouldn’t leave notes in my bag, I know I’m new but I don’t think it’s fair to mess with me because of it so if you could leave me alone I’d appreciate it :/“ John is absolutely appalled that Gale thinks he’s trying to prank him)

they get to actually talking after that but john still leaves his notes which never said “from your secret admirer” because he is absolutely unashamed

it gets to where gale’s grandparents clearly know that gale likes john and they’re just gushing over how cute they are despite having never met john (“invite him over for dinner one night!” “nana!”)

john talking to gale through his window even though they have phones, real hopeless romantic behaviour

then john actually does knock on the door and asks gale on a date and his papa doesn’t let him even think of saying no, he agrees for him (“we can drive you two out to a restaurant or a movie!”)

they start dating, they get closer

gale doesn’t enjoy pda all that much but he’ll hold john’s hand or kiss his cheek

but once they’re alone in either of their house’s gale is a real cuddle bug and gets all up in john’s personal space

sharing clothes obv

basically half of john’s wardrobe is at gale’s house, but he doesn’t wear it, gale does

that’s about as far as kay and i got! i hope you like it<3

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Hi,

About emo!gale, could we have a bit of friendly gale and protective bucky? At a party perhaps or when they are hanging out?

All love your AUs, they are so nice 😊

dude this has been in my inbox for WEEKS!! i’m so sorry it’s taken me so long… finals and whatnot for hs students yk

anyway!!! here is your request below the cut :)

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Fridays are Gale’s favourite. A promise of days to let go laid out in front of him, stumble back to his house giggling in the dead of the night. He loves the weekends; who doesn’t?

John hates them. Well, he isn’t about to complain about two days off of school, but he’s given a whole new task from the second the final bell rings on a Friday. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his boyfriend and won’t moan and groan about taking care of him, it’s just… his decisions.

Currently, John is leaning against a counter at another house party that he was invited to. Gale was invited to, people just expect that John is going to be there. How Gale gets invited when he hardly talks at school? He’s not entirely sure on that fact.

Maybe it’s the glint in Gale’s blue eyes, one that hints at mischief in the best way possible. Just his gaze is able to do wonders on men and women alike, he would know, John is victim of it. There’s never a dull moment in his time with Gale. They’re always together, a package deal. If someone requests one of them, they should know that the other will show up, too.

Gale is talking to another person a few feet in front of him, enthusiastically and a bit overexcited. There’s a red solo cup in his left hand, and by the way he’s flailing it around as he speaks, it’s probably empty.

The flashing colours around them don’t phase John anymore. They used to, but since Gale managed to drag him to so many outings, he’s grown accustomed to them. Before, ever when he didn’t have more than one drink, just the lights alone would have him waking up with a migraine.

John can’t quite hear him, but he can feel the rumble of Gale’s voice against the blaring pop music. His eyes have been trailing around the room, spotting people he knows making out with someone he doesn’t recognize. He hates the atmosphere of parties. But if they help Gale be at ease, however that works, he’ll support him and tolerate the events.

His boyfriend is talking to guy, he notices. A guy who’s taller than Gale, perhaps even taller than John. Gale is rattling on about who knows what, he’s had more than a few drinks and he gets to rambling while drunk.

He turns his head to observe the scene in front of him. There’s a clear intention in the guy’s hazy eyes, John doesn’t blame him. It’s Gale. He’ll give it another minute before he scoops Gale up into his arms and either takes him home, or to a different part of whoever’s house this is. Maybe into the washrooms to get Gale to wind down for a bit.

Just as he’s about to move from his spot against the wall, the guy is stepping closer and bringing a hand lowly to rest on Gale’s hip. John is shocked still, he’s dealt with people getting touchy with Gale in the past, but nothing that intimate. A few too-long rubs up his arms, girls wrapping their arms around his neck and shoulders. They’re in high school, and John will not be letting some guy touch up on his boyfriend.

Not to mention, Gale’s smile is faltering at a rapid rate as his thumb traces circles into the exposed skin. His steps are heavy and borderline stomping. John completely bypasses the guy Gale is talking to in favour of draping his arm across Gale’s shoulders.

“Hey, Buck,” John mumbles and rests his head atop of Gale’s. He feels Gale laugh underneath him, and grins as well.

“Hi, baby.” Gale’s nose is pressed into his neck and he breathes John in, sweat and jealousy. The hand has dropped back to the guy’s side.

John cocks an eyebrow at him. “Who’s this?” He purposely drags his eyes up and down his figure, nothing below judgemental.

“I’m Charlie,” he greets, looking awfully more sober than he was not even a minute ago. John doesn’t take his hand when he reaches it out for him to shake. Charlie looks like he knows what he did, and has the courtesy to look embarrassed and shameful.

John merely hums, barely acknowledging his presence before he looks back to Gale. “I’m feeling tired, are you ready to go home?”

Gale bites his lip to hide his smile. He looks at Charlie, who has the expression of a kicked puppy, one that he shouldn’t have for getting caught hitting on John’s boyfriend. He sets his cup down on the floor, empty as he’d suspected.

“Yeah, there’s always tomorrow.” Gale spares Charlie a glance. “Sorry, Charlie. I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, sure,” is what the awkward reply is, then they’re walking away.

John’s arm still curled around Gale possessively, he lets it fall to where Charlie’s hand had been and slips the tips of his fingers under Gale’s shirt. “You okay?” he asks and places a kiss to Gale’s head.

He opens the door and lets Gale walk out first.

“Yeah, now I am. Thanks, Bucky,” Gale says and laces his fingers with John’s behind his back. “Didn’t think that you’d be so pissed at a guy for some heavy petting like that.”

John scoffs at him. “Of course I would be! Nobody gets to touch my boyfriend like that except me,” he grumbles and tightens his grip on Gale’s waist slightly.

“And I wouldn’t want anyone else to.” Gale tilts his head up and pecks John on his cheek, then a deeper kiss to his lips. And as John goes to place his hand on Gale’s jaw, the car door opens.

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blog masterpost!!

ask box / ao3 / cnsrs

please note that i am a minor.

CURRENT WIPS:

below deck (clegan titanic au)

tutor love (clegan high school au)

we’re going home (clegan drabble series)

see fics and au’s below the cut…

FINISHED FICS:

darling buck

officers favoured

arrival

the rock show (clegan high school au)

pay attention (clegan high school au)

heaven is a place on earth (clegan high school au)

we get along so why can’t they? (stay together for the kids) (clegan+curt if you will)

MORE:

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clevenhqfic tag (see content only on tumblr)

clegan titanic au tag

alternate universes (all created with @pinksiames)

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Bring back eyeliner/makeup wearing Austin 2024 🔥

PLEASE i need him to wear makeup again SO BAD

yk what? clegan drabble of gale getting caught wearing eyeliner by john (marge did it)

@pinksiames GET IN HERE

John had a long day at work. He oftentimes found himself zoning out while he waited for a theatre to empty just to sweep up spilled popcorn. It wasn’t the most exhilarating job, working at a movie theatre. Especially when he wasn’t old enough to hand out alcohol yet.

He was excited to get home to Gale, his best friend. While John worked most of the time at the local theatre, Gale was taking night college courses and picking up the odd shift at a gas station. John was quite proud of him inching towards his dream slowly but surely of becoming a mathematician. It wasn’t exactly what John had expected when he told him, but he still supported him nonetheless.

The deadbolt clicked when John unlocked it, he opened the door into his and Gale’s apartment. Just by stepping inside, he was able to tell that his roommate had company. The scent of Marge’s perfume overwhelmed him, he had to close his eyes and take a deep breath.

She wasn’t present, though. Her shoes weren’t on the rubber mat by the door or in the closet.

John hung his keys up on the wrack and toed off his shoes. He thought that he would find Gale hopefully cooking something in the kitchen even though he didn’t smell anything. The lights were on but Gale was nowhere to be seen.

“Buck?” He looked around the room for a moment. Maybe Gale was hiding and attempting to scare him?

No answer was given. John shrugged and flipped the light switch off, he continued down the hall to his room. God, he needed to shower and get the smell of popcorn off of him.

Just as he was about to walk into his room to retrieve some clothes, he noticed the glow of a light coming from under Gale’s door. He could also faintly hear music. It would be funny to scare him, John thought. Get a good scream out of the blonde since the chance to spook Gale was rarely bestowed upon him.

Quietly, John turned the door handle and peeked into the room. Gale sat at his desk, back turned, with his math textbooks and laptop out, blissfully unaware of what John was about to do. He swayed from side to side slightly in his seat to the beat of the song he was listening to.

Biting his bottom lip and smiling widely, John opened the door just enough to slip inside and then closed it again. He took cushioned steps on his toes across the carpet, then hovered his hands over Gale’s shoulders.

“Buck!” he yelled and slammed his hands down onto Gale harshly. The shriek he got in return was satisfying, as was the flinch and violent turn around.

“What’s wrong with you!?” Gale scoffed and rolled his eyes. His eyes, John noted as he stared into them.

They had black, smudged lines around them and it really brought out the specs of blue. John realized that he had to answer, he swallowed roughly.

“Are you… wearing makeup?” he asked.

Colour drained from Gale’s face and he immediately looked back down to his textbooks. John’s hands fell back to rest at his sides. He shifted uncomfortably as John stood there and stared at his back.

“What’s it to you? Marge said I’d look good with it…” Gale mumbled after a few moments of awkward silence, the music that was still playing didn’t help all that much.

“That why I smelled her perfume when I came in?” He got a tiny nod, but nothing verbal.

Instead of replying and easing Gale’s nerves, John decided that he should forcefully turn his roommate back around to look him in the eyes. His gorgeous eyes.

Honestly, he was quite jealous that Marge got to do something so delicate to Gale. She probably got to hold his face in one hand and steadily apply whatever it was around each eye.

“D’you not like it?” Gale asked and stared down at his fingers nervously.

“Not like it? Buck, I think you look prettier than any girl I’ve ever seen in… that,” John said without hesitation after noticing Gale’s anxious habit of picking at his nails.

It got a small smile and a chuckle out of him. “It’s eyeliner, Bucky. Marge told me that you’d like it quite a lot…" He lifted his head and John was able to see it, the eyeliner.

“Jesus, Buck. You’re a sight for sore eyes, ‘course I love it.”

Gale grinned and John watched his cheeks flush. It was always like that between them, intimate moments that neither of them spoke of afterwards. No matter how many times John thought of it after that night, he never asked Gale to put on eyeliner unless he did it himself. Or rather if Marge came over and did it.

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my apology for taking so long to get new chapters out!!

this takes place in the 80s-90s — around the same time as top gun

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John makes his way through the crowd, searching for at least one face that he could recognize. It’s shore leave for the holidays, a whole month. John could usually wait to see his family, but it’s been well over a year since he’s seen them so he can’t help but be ecstatic. He grins widely when he spots his mother with his younger sister near the back of the families welcoming their friends and family with open arms.

“Mom?” he calls out over the buzzing people. His mother’s head snapped towards him, making eye contact. John waves and pushes through the crowd, smiling all the way. He sees his mom grab his sister’s arm and pull her into the crowd with him, he laughs to himself at the sight of Lily rolling her eyes and trying to pull herself away.

Before he can even look at his family, Jonn is met with a bone crushing hug from both his mother and sister. “John!” Lily yells into his chest.

“Hey, guys. Good to see you, too,” John chuckles as Lily’s arms grow tighter around him before he starts wheezing.

His mom lets go, “C’mon, Lily. Let Johnny breathe.”

The teenager sighs and lets go of her brother, mumbling something under her breath. John snickers and looks around, “Is anyone else—” he cuts himself off. Over his mother’s shoulder, he spots Gale, walking away from the crowd of excited families, alone.

“What, Jonn?” Lily asks, confused.

“Hold this, I’ll be right back.” Jonn shoves his bag into his sister’s arms and jogs over to Gale, his siblings watch.

“Hey, Buck,” John says once he catches up to him, the man in question turns to him.

“Yeah, Bucky?”

“Don’t you have anyone picking you up?” He questions, his eyebrows furrowing.

Gale sighs, “No, I don’t. My dad is somewhere… No idea where, but I’m not important enough for him to pick me up.” John feels horrible when Gale only shrugs at the fact.

Jonn looks at him sympathetically. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” Gale nods.

Jonn strides back over to his sister and mother with an idea. “Okay, so, would it be alright if I bring someone?”

His mom raises an eyebrow at him. “Who?” John points a thumb over his shoulder at his best friend who is standing awkwardly behind them with his duffle bag in hand.

“Him.”

Lily looks around John’s body and squints in the blackness of the night. “It’s too dark, I can’t see him.”

John rolls his eyes and turns around, “Hey, Buck! Come over here!”

Galw blinks. He slowly starts to saunter over to them cautiously, slinging his bag around his shoulder while doing so. “My God, he takes so long,” John says under his breath.

“Yeah, Bucky?” Gale peers at him looking puzzled but still smiling with his shining teeth, his gaze shifts between him and his family, who look quite similar to him. All with brunette mops of curls atop their heads and long legs. Lily looks up at him then quickly looks down at the ground.

“Okay. Mom, Lily, this is my best friend; Buck Cleven, or Gale, I guess. Buck, this is my mom and sister, Wendy and Lily,” John introduces them. John’s mother smiles brightly at Gale and shakes his hand, he then nudges Lily.

She looks up with a shy smile. “Nice to meet you.” John rolls his eyes fondly at her.

Gale grins down at her with a welcoming curve of his full lips, “You too.”

“Anyways, would that be okay, Mom? Would you mind?” John pleads his mom, who grins and nods excitedly.

“I think it would be lovely to host your friend!”

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i wrote this so long ago i actually forgot it existed

i have lots of these unfinished drabbles in my docs!!

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last line tag!

tagged by @anachilles :)

umm i’m just gonna post the beginning of a wip for yet another au

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Gale hates his job.

When he gets to the shop in the mornings, all he can think about is why the one thing the owner had chosen was a candy store? Of all things, a stupid little shop that attracts annoying little children along with their too-tired parents with the odd couple coming to point at random things. Sometimes a group of teenage girls stop by and giggle while they glance over at Gale very obviously.

Just how the place smells has him going home with a pounding headache everyday. He longs for Sundays, the only day that he doesn’t work.

Benny’s mother owns the shop, but she’s never really there. She’ll only show up if Gale or Benny is out sick, and even then she just hovers the whole time, helping an odd customer while she wanders.

Benny prepares the candy in the back, folding what homemade things they sell. Gale is customer service and the cashier. The face of the store, in a way. He’ll help his friend unpack the boxes that get delivered, but there’s so much in each that it’s only once or twice a week that they have to restock.

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a candy shop au!!!!!!! which will be featuring john as a returning customer yes

🏷️: tagging is my least favourite part of these. ummmn @reminiscing-romance @trashbag-baby666 @amiserableseriesofevents ?? sorry if you’ve already participated😭

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for yet another au created by @pinksiames and i…

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“Please, Bucky?” Gale begs from where he sits on his bed. John is sat on the floor opposite to him, leaning against his wardrobe with a book that definitely is not reading.

Gale is asking his boyfriend to go out with him to do whatever, run any errands that a seventeen year old might have or go and play laser tag. Typical teenage activities. He just needs to get out of the house; he hates sitting in his room and doing nothing.

See, John doesn’t exactly enjoy being in public places where he’ll be spoken to by strangers. Even if Gale doesn’t necessarily talk to anyone but John, it’s not his favourite thing to do. Curt invites Gale out to a party, and then John is pleaded to go with him. It’s not as if Gale has no other friends, he just really prefers his boyfriend to anyone else. Which is mainly the reason John agrees to go, but even that’s rare.

Right now, Gale is in an old, beaten tank top and plaid pyjama pants. He looks rather childish with his bare feet swinging in the air and his hair sticking up every which way. His habit of staying out till late hours and dancing wildly shows with the muscular curves of his biceps. His eye makeup is smeared down his cheeks and mostly gone from bordering his eyes, he looks like he just woke up. John thinks that his heart may explode.

He himself arrived at Gale’s house when he was still asleep. For once, the blonde hadn’t tired himself out at someone’s party and stayed in for the night. John knows because the two of them were calling all night. So he’s dressed, partially. He’s also in pyjama pants, but is wearing Gale’s hoodie that he’d left at John’s last time he was over. It fit him quite well by some miracle.

“I am not going out with you, Gale,” John repeats for what feels like the hundredth time. “I’ll go out and have a nice dinner, sure, but not to some stupid party that you won’t remember come tomorrow morning.”

Gale whines and lets his head fall back, like a child. “But it’s more fun when you’re there! What if some guy hits on me and I have no proof of boyfriend?” Gale challenges him, enticing John with the chance of flaunting his Gale.

John glares at him. It’s a low blow to feed into his issues with jealousy and possession.

“Gale…” John starts, but Gale is already up off of his bed and rummaging through the pile of clothes he has on his desk chair. Of course he won’t take no for an answer, especially on the weekend when he doesn’t have to worry about waking up for school.

He thinks that it’s on purpose, when Gale finds his tightest shirt that ends barely at his hip bones. When he puts on his jeans that make his ass look amazing. John watches from the floor, coming to terms with his fate of fighting off horny teenagers who want a piece of Gale. He doesn’t blame them for wanting, though.

It’s like a ritual witnessing Gale Cleven getting ready for the day, colour matching his outfit and checking what looks good with what. John doesn’t understand fully, he just throws on the first thing he sees and at least checks to see if he looks stupid or not. Gale though, he spends minutes carefully lining black eyeliner around each beautiful eye and sometimes even puts on some lipgloss. Though that’s usually when John is promised a good night.

John stands with a groan and shucks off his pyjama pants in favour of something he left here from last time. Which happens to be an old pair of basketball shorts. He thinks he looks okay, compared to Gale he looks like shit.

“So hot,” Gale whispers in his ear as he looks at them both in his floor length mirror. John rolls his eyes and cards his fingers through his own curls.

“Says you.” He tugs on Gale’s dyed-black locks and snickers at the low noise that he gets out of it. Time to go and fight off guys who try to sneak a hand up his boyfriend’s ridiculously tight shirt.

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tutor!gale and in-need-of-tutor!john au repost with the new account🙏

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John walks through to the library with his eyebrows pinched together and his eyes trained on the floor. He doesn't need to be tutored. He's still passing! Just not as well as his parents would like him to be.

The library is fairly empty. There's a few groups of students sitting together, either studying or just chatting quietly. A few others sit alone, on their phones or doing homework.

He's quite embarrassed to be here. A damn football player doesn't need tutoring!

John glances down at the email he has open on his phone. 'Gale will be sitting at one of the tables near the librarian's desk with some of your handed in work,' the message from his teacher reads. Begrudgingly, John stalks through the tall book shelves over to the front desk.

Honestly, he's expecting some tall, lanky guy with thick-rimmed glasses. Maybe braces to add to his stereotypical imagination.

When he rounds the corner, his eyes land on the only occupied table in that area. The guy is sitting with his head rested in his hand and looking down at what John can only presume is his past schoolwork.

John sighs through his nose before he walks closer to introduce himself. Only an hour and a half twice a week, he tells himself.

"Hi," John says awkwardly when he arrives at the table.

The guy looks up, and John's heart stops.

Where's the nerdy looking person that would get bullied in a movie? Why is he gorgeous?

He smiles at John. "You must be John. I'm your tutor, Gale Cleven." The guy, Gale, reaches out his hand for John to shake.

His hair falls over his forehead to cover his eyes slightly. God, why does his tutor have to be so damn beautiful? Now he can't skip sessions.

“Take a seat,” Gale says while looking back down at the paper. John probably half-assed it. Quite embarrassing given his current position. “I’ll give you a general idea of what we’ll do once I finish looking over this.”

John sits in the chair across from Gale. He watches his tutor for a moment. The way he holds the corner of the sheet up from the table; why are his hands so… good looking? Is John allowed to think that?

Awkwardly, after Gale glances up at him, John pulls his phone out of his pocket. He tries to look busy for the long two minutes that Gale takes to finish up. The settings app is very interesting.

“Okay, John,” Gale starts. He catches John’s attention immediately, not that he was deep into his phone. “I think that we should start with something that you’re not doing the greatest in, but not your absolute worst. I don’t want to overwhelm you by starting immediately with a class that you struggled in, like…” he pulls a different paper in front of him, “calc-twenty.”

All John can do is nod, even a little dumbly. He understands every word coming out of Gale’s mouth, he just isn’t doing the best with comprehension right now.

“All right! I do tutor other students in all grades, but I still would like to know what days are best for you.” The way Gale’s stare is unwavering and patient makes John nervous for a whole new reason.

John looks down at the gray table, trying to remember his schedule. “Um… I have football practice on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. If you don’t mind anything after six, I guess those days could work too.”

Gale nods at him. “Hm. Where would you prefer our sessions to be? In a public setting, like this library, or something more private?”

Christ, this guy thinks of everything. “I mean, I don’t really care? The library works just fine.”

“Okay. I was just asking because sometimes people are self-conscious about the fact that they need tutoring and don’t particularly enjoy people being able to see, you know?”

That’s a very good reason. John can handle others glancing his way when he’s studying. They might even think that he’s lucky enough to just be hanging out with this gorgeous man. This gorgeous man with a very familiar face, now that John thinks about it.

“Hey, I’ve seen you somewhere. Are you on any teams or in clubs?”

Gale looks him in the eyes. “I’m the student body president.” Well, John feels stupid now.

“Ah, makes sense. I always remember pretty faces.” John clams his mouth shut. He doesn’t mean to blurt that last part. Holy shit.

His tutor opens and closes his mouth before answering, “I tend to remember similar things too, Mister Egan.” He smiles at him, then continues like it was nothing. “I can meet you here in the library around this spot on… Wednesdays at six-thirty and Tuesdays right after school, if that works with you.”

John doesn’t know how he did that. His heart is jack-rabbiting in his chest. Just barely, John manages, “Yeah.”

Gale’s pleasant smile shifts just slightly, into a sly smirk. “I’ll give you my number, that way you can tell me if you can’t make it or need help when you’re studying by yourself.” He pulls his phone out of his hoodie pocket.

A deep breath. “Okay, yeah.”

John leaves the library an hour and twenty-one minutes later with confidence in his academic abilities, and the number of a cute boy in his phone.

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“No, Curt, I’m telling you! I was so pissed about having a tutor until I saw him!” John argues his case, which Curt seems to have given up on denying a while ago.

“Yeah, you’ve said it a few times now. This guy’s got pretty privilege and now you’re gay. What’s his name anyway?” Curt asks boredly. He sounds like he’s about to hang up if John says another word of ‘how hot my tutor is!’

“Gale. I didn’t get his last name—”

“Gale? Gale ‘the student body president’ Cleven?” His voice sounds absolutely astonished and amused.

“Well, yeah. He mentioned that he's on the student council,” John mumbles, feeling very much made fun of.

“Jesus, John, he’s practically got a whole fan club. That and he’s never put any of his focus into a relationship. Good luck with this one.” Curt’s unashamedly laughing at John now.

He has the gull to scoff, ready to defend his point again. Gale should have a fan club, he’s smart, kind, considerate, probably funny, and attractive. The whole package, honestly. So much for having a breakdown over finding out he wants to bed a man. Sure, he’s found men attractive, but no man like Gale has entered his life before.

“Please, stop thinking about your boyfriend naked. I’d like to hear you being sane and not completely delusional,” Curt’s voice came from his phone speakers, pulling John from his thoughts.

“I am not—”

John can practically hear Curt’s eye roll. “Whatever you want to tell yourself, then. We all know the truth. Johnny-boy is in love with the student body president! As basically half the student population is! You really never can be the original, can you?”

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this is more extended from the one i originally posted!!

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titanic au mood board!!

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i actually can’t stop with this handkerchief code thing

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Gale watches out the front window of the video store from where he's perched behind the front desk. It's been fairly quiet for the two hours that Gale has been working, save for the few groups of teenagers who've come through.

The large array of movies and the lone square computer surrounds him. Only the unfamiliar faces on the covers of the tapes are keeping him company. What else would he expect on a Tuesday night? Nobody has time off until the weekend, and no competent adult would sacrifice their precious sleep in exchange for Back to the Future.

For the sixth time today, Gale suppresses a groan when he hears the bell above the front door ring. Sure, he's been going a little bit crazy working a shift alone where the store is dead, but it doesn't mean that he wants to interact with people.

Gale switches his gaze from the uneventful window to the customers that just arrived.

There's two of them, both of them are men and look around Gale's age. He sighs through his nose and rests his cheek in his hand as he observes them walking around out of the corner of his eye.

They're not exactly quiet, which Gale can appreciate and also despise. He'll be annoyed at the disruption of peace until the leave and he's stuck in the silence again.

"Do you know where Top Gun is?" Gale looks up from the price chart he decided to stare at.

Both of the guys are standing in front of him, a bit rudely as the tallest is picking up random things off of the desk. "We heard Val Kilmer plays volleyball in it. Bucky's got a thing when it comes to blondes," the guy whispers the last part with a wink, to which Gale flushes at.

"Shut up, Curt!" Another guy, who Gale assumes is Bucky, snaps and gives Curt a push to his shoulder.

"Um. Yeah, Top Gun is over in the action isle," Gale responds after a moment he took to regain his composure. He lazily lifts his hand from the desk to point.

After that awkward situation that Gale will probably think about spontaneously for the next week is over, he moves onto randomly clicking through the computer. He can hear the conversation that Curt and Bucky are clearly trying to keep private, or at least Bucky is.

"Curt, shut up! Please, what you said to him was already embarrassing enough," Bucky whisper-shouts. Gale's not entirely sure that they know how to control the level of their voices completely.

He can hear Curt scoff. "Why? Honestly it's getting sad watching you walk right by this place just to catch a glimpse of him. Do you even know his name?"

There's a few seconds where nothing is said.

Gale stares idly at the black and orange computer screen as he tries to ignore the customers.

"Well, no. I've only been in here a couple of times with big groups. That way I can't embarrass myself just how you embarrassed me!" Bucky sounds exasperated and Gale can imagine a pink blush settled nicely on his cheeks and ears.

Gale hears Curt let out a short cutoff laugh.

"Christ, you're so pathetic. If you're not taking your shot I will."

They appear again, no longer hidden by the shelves of films. Gale glances up at the two men as Curt sets the Top Gun tape down on the counter. Bucky's avoiding looking at him, and Curt is pointedly trying to find a name tag. One that Gale just so happened to forget in the back.

"How long are you renting this for?" The question snaps Curt out of his mission just for him to answer.

Gale tries his best to look bored and uninterested as Curt thinks of a response. "I think just overnight."

"Okay, I just need a name. Then it'll be $2.99."

He's expecting Curt to give his name, but Gale is a little surprised when Bucky says his instead.

"John Egan," he mutters. Gale could just hardly hear him, that voice level would've been better for their conversation.

With an eyebrow raised subtly, Gale enters it into the computer anyway. "I thought your name is Bucky?"

Curt slaps a five dollar bill down on the counter in front of Gale. "We just call him that. But that doesn't matter, what's your name, gorgeous?"

His throat tightens and his eyes widen. Gale watches Bucky, or John, raise his hand to cover his eyes. "Gale," he breathes out.

The two men leave without their change and with the Top Gun tape. Gale keeps his eyes trained on them as they walk away. There's a dark blue handkerchief poking out of Bucky's back left pocket. His brain stops short, but then decides to think nothing of it.

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i actually could not stop thinking about them

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a new fic inspired by this song:)

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“Christ, he’s tall and gorgeous,” Curt managed out as he rose from the ground. There were wet marks up their jeans and no doubt that their asses were drenched if they turned around.

Bucky looked Gale up and down in a way that he’d seen countless times before. “You never told us your name, I’ll call ya’ Buck.”

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clevenhq’s fic masterslist

arrival

brady observes gale and john’s relationship

below deck

john saves gale from the propellers of the titanic, and onwards (multi-chap, ongoing)

we’re going home

clegan drabble collection

Officers Favoured

john finds gale after a visit from a german soldier

Darling Buck

letters between gale and john (multi-chap, finished)

tutor love

john is in desperate need of a tutor… (multi-chap, ongoing)

pay attention

gale falls for the kid in his math class

the rock show

gale falls in love with the boy at the rock show

heaven is a place on earth

john and gale meet at a restaurant over the summer

we get along so why can’t they (stay together for the kids)

gale runs away while his parents are fighting

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Hellos I’m dying to know more about bar fight clegan please????

hihi!!

i’ll post a snippet for this:))

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The bar isn’t very busy. Only a few patrons linger, talking to one another and creating a buzz of conversation. There’s also a song playing softly in the background that Gale can’t recognize at the moment. It’s still early, the evening rush hasn’t come in yet, but the time is nearing quicker then Gale would like.

He’s just wiping down the bar to pass the time, giving people refills and what not. Technically, Gale’s shift doesn’t start until right around the time the bar gets busy, but he likes to be early. He actually has nothing better to do, but that’s his business.

Only half an hour till people start rushing through the doors. Gale’s worked here long enough to know some locals, and military regulars that come in when they’re on leave. He likes to strike up a conversation with the customers, get to know them better. It all makes his job more enjoyable on top of all of the excited glances that he gets, mostly women that are looking.

There’s been a few times where Gale busts a group of teenagers that managed to get in. He knows the tells that they’re underage, he was one of them, afterall. Having to come in with his father so he could drive him home at sixteen. The nervous eyes that get casted around the bottles behind him, stuttering over their words, and they always land on a beer, in the end. Some of the kids, daring enough for vodka, but never knowing anything past that.

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you guys were probably looking for the actual fight or smth but i actually haven’t got to that part yet…

as for the jealousy fic!

unfortunate!