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oc introduction: meet ‘em in the skies

hey y’all! this is a semi-formal introduction post to the women of meet ‘em in the skies, my Band of Brothers universe. thanks to @mercurygray and @shoshiwrites for giving me some guidance on how to structure this. my OCs are presented in alphabetical order by first name because that’s how my google doc sorted them. (there are also a lot of them so here’s a read more!)

Anita Kennedy Matthews, 18; from Harvey, IL

Youngest of seven girls, doesn’t often get the chance to be the first in her family to do something. Wants to do more with her life than sit around and wait to get married, so she volunteers for the paratroopers the day after she graduates high school. Loves to swim and go dancing. Dedicated to her friends, happy, and slightly naive. Has an unexpected reunion during training.

Coretta Bailey, 26; from Oakland, CA

A trailblazer. One of the first Black graduates of Scripps College, one of the first Black nurses accepted into the ANC, and the first Black nurse to report to the ETO for duty. Her parents would prefer her to be home, so she placates them by occasionally writing to a pilot she knew growing up, and he writes back, but she hopes no one thinks she’s serious about starting anything. There’s a war on. She’s beauty and she’s grace, refined, eloquent, poised, and determined to serve the men and women of her country to the best of her ability.

Doris “Trip” Davis Danes, 21; from Snowshoe, WV

Grew up hunting and farming in the woods with her younger sister while her father and older brothers worked in the coal mines. Shoots straight, doesn’t miss. Knows how to stick up for herself when threatened. Had to balance being the eldest daughter but the second youngest child with no mother in the house. The Army came and got her when the integration order went into effect. Only went to school through eighth grade.

Dorothy “Dot” Woods, 19; from Chicago, IL

City girl, loves heights. Grew up in the Bronzeville neighborhood of Chicago’s infamous Black Belt, and loved it. Was a NYA kid and ended up as a switchboard operator at a phone company for a year and some change. Her dad fought in the Great War, her older brother’s 4F, so she decides to join up before they try to draft her. She’s willing to do the dirty work in order to win the war. She’s not happy about having to serve with non-Blacks, but she’ll do it.

Eleanor “Ellie” Gibbs, 20; from Billings, MT

Rancher’s daughter. Loves riding horses, knows how to shoot, pitch a tent, and collect freshwater. Used to go on cattle drives with her older brother and her dad. Went to boarding school on the East Coast but was sent back for disciplinary reasons. Wasn’t allowed to follow her brother to the Pacific, so she bribes some stable hands to sneak her out of the house and she joins the paratroopers. She’s a sweet talker with a smile like warm sunshine.

Estelle Brown, 18; from Austin, TX

Replacement who joined up to kick some ass but ended up a medic. She’s trying to roll with it. Was constantly in school-yard scraps and fights with her nine siblings growing up, so she learned to patch up her own cuts and bruises. Competitive dancer, competitive in everything, that’s why it was the paratroopers or nothing for her. She wants to be with the best. She’s as stubborn as they come, fiery, and vibrant. Chews gum like her life depends on it.

Florence “Flo” Kanaka’ole, 20; from Honolulu, HI

Showgirl turned soldier. Was in her family’s tourism business dancing and making crafts, and picked up gigs at some of the sailor’s nightclubs on Waikiki Beach so she could afford to live with some friends. Wanted to join up after Pearl Harbor to protect her homeland, and Army posters appealed to her. No more makeup, dresses, or fake smiles. Makes everyone learn to say her last name correctly. If they can say Eisenhower, they can say hers. Loves to sing ‘Ōlelo songs and she’ll dance for everyone when she’s drunk. Best friends with Frankie.

Frances “Frankie” Wilson, 19; from Baltimore, MD

Joins up because she’s bored. Her husband is off being a hotshot pilot in the Pacific, and she’s bored in her in-law’s house, getting no action—combat or physical. Quits her seamstress apprenticeship to join the paratroopers because she wants a challenge. Her good looks and perfectly tailored uniforms can be deceiving. Feisty, foul-mouthed, funny, and a shameless flirt. Will tailor your uniforms for money, doesn’t really care how much. Best friends with Flo.

Georgina M. Webster, 20; from Harlem, NY

Comes from an illustrious pedigree, constantly name drops her parents’ acquaintances and some of the people she knew in her youth. Wants everyone to know she’s a Radcliffe student but refuses to explain what that means to anyone who doesn’t already understand. Incredibly smart, whip quick wit, regularly complains about the poor quality of everything that the Army provides. Has no bedside manner. Storms every room she walks into.

Gloria “Glory” Davies, 19; from Memphis, TN

A gentle, sweet Southerner. Kind, soft-spoken, humble, not a mean bone in her body. Oldest of eight, dropped out of high school to help her parents run their restaurant. Wanted to join up when the war started, but was too afraid to leave her family for the unknown. Eventually worked up the courage and met Easy Company at Ft. Bragg. Loves music but is too shy to sing in front of others. Quickly becomes a favorite of Col. Sink’s.

Jeanne “Jeannie” Carmichael, 19; from Fruitland, GA

Comes to the Army with no strings attached. No family, no friends, no address. Just the clothes she has on and the few belongings in her bag. A quick learner, thinks fast on her feet, incredibly strong, good with her hands. Good memory on account that she can’t read. Has yet to learn how to people. Knows nothing of the world outside of her tiny farm town, and has to adjust to people with morals different than hers.

Josephine “Joey” O’Shaughnessy, 25; from Boston, MA

A red-headed fury. Is trying to get some heat off of her back after an incident at OCS by shaping her platoon into the best the Army has ever seen. Doesn’t have the time or patience to care about individual feelings, but always takes the time to help a soldier she sees struggling with a task. Refuses to leave a man behind. Believes in raising the lowest common denominator. Proud graduate of Spelman College. Best friends with Lil.

Lillian “Lil” Sikes Linetti, 22; from Atlantic City, NJ

Howard University Alumni. Got married at 18 and struggled to be a housewife after college. Believes the Army will give her something to do with her education and will give her space from her husband. The middle of five children all serving in the Armed Forces. Has always wanted to travel. Has a knack for maps and navigation. Mom friend, gets worried sometimes. Doesn’t put up with shenanigans. Best friends with Joey.

Matilda “Mattie” James, 17; from Pahokee, FL

Grew up as a migrant worker. Taught herself to sing and read music, soloist at her church, former music teacher. Wants to help her family move to Pittsburgh, where the Black community is growing and her dad’s family lives. Doesn’t tell her family that she’s joining up, or that she’s going with the paratroopers for the extra pay. Wants to fight so that her younger brothers won’t have to. Second youngest company member, and she’ll go after you if you bring it up. Wants to be treated like an adult. Faith is important to her.

Rose Robinson, 27; from San Francisco, CA

Though a New Yorker by birth, she spent her childhood and adolescence between San Francisco and Paris. Attended the Emma Willard School and Vassar College. Speaks several languages, loves baseball, and art. Joining up with the OSS puts her in close contact with her good friend Lewis Nixon over the course of the war.

Victoria “Bertie” Adams Albert, 19; from Green Bay, WI

Joins up when a recruiter comes into her family’s camera shop and asks if anyone would like to join the APS. Believes in telling stories honestly and truthfully. Will run directly into the line of fire for a picture. Easy to tease, but easy to apologize to. A bit idyllic, naive, young, in over her head at points. Trusts people in authority. Babbles when she’s nervous. Tries to use her camera as a shield but gets too attached anyway.

if you have any questions or would like to know more about any of them, please don’t hesitate to send me a message or send in an ask!

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fromundertheapron · 1 year

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Episode 69 - Breaking down the New Day vs Usos Tag Team Championship Match, we get a tease for Asuka vs Iyo Sky, and I do a deep dive on the WWE Perfomance Center Fall 2022 Rookie Class.

click the top picture to take you directly to the episode or click below

https://open.spotify.com/episode/1VVj0OsIQhweaRQPwv1qj6?si=1UNHa8ahTpiQ9NvK9kgI1Q

Meet the NXT Rookie Fall Class of 2022

Beau Morris – From Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He’s an offensive lineman from Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas. During his senior year in 2021, Saw action in nine games, making six starts... Helped the Mustangs to national rankings of ninth in scoring offense (38.4), 13th in total offense (465.9), 14th in passing offense (304.5) and 17th in sacks allowed (1.33)... AWARDS: College Gridiron Showcase Invite... Tropical Bowl Invite... NFF Hampshire Honor Society…

Hayden Pittman – From Spanish Fort, Alabama. Played Tight End for the University of Alabama Blazers for His Senior year in 2021 hes on the John Mackey Award Preseaon Watch List...Utilizing his extra year of eligibility granted by the NCAA due to COVID-19...Appeared in all 13 games for UAB, making seven starts...Recorded 22 receptions for 192 yards, averaging 8.7 yards per catch...Had a career-high 32 yard reception versus Jacksonville State.

Alivia Ash – From Merrillville, Indiana. She’s a Track and Field runner from the University of Louisville Cardinals. In 2020 she Competed in five meets during the indoor season… Cleared a season-high 1.73m/5’08 in the high jump at the ACC Indoor Championships for a third place finish, earning first team All-ACC honors… Finished second in the high jump at the Gene Edmonds Open and Notre Dame Invitational.

Kevin Venturas Cortes – From Anaheim, California. Tight End from CSP, Concordia St. Paul in 2021 NSIC All-Academic Team of Excellence honors ... led the team's tight ends in total receptions (10) and reception yards (64) … played in 10 games while starting five … had at least one reception in 5 games. His twitter account is so special. KVCortes7. He has a pinned video of Triple H making him an offer to go to Orlando to train at the Performance Center. Then the shot goes to the bus with everyone on the list, calling his loved one, at a loss for words but telling whoever is on that call that he got the contract. The video of his introduction into NXT and followed up with the words Arriva y Adelante which translates to onward. Representation Matters.

Skylor Clinton – From Prescott, Arizona. Former tight end from Northern Arizona University, professional indoor football league player.

Academic Notes: Golden Eagle Scholar-Athlete Award recipient in 2021 UAB: Spent three seasons with the Blazers after joining the program in 2017... Played in nine games across the 2018 and 2019 seasons. Mesa Community College: Caught 23 passes for 441 yards and four touchdowns as a wide receiver... Finished with three catches and 100 yards in the season finale Valley of the Sun Bowl against Lackawanna College. Albany: Spent the spring of 2016 at Albany as an inside linebacker. Wyoming: Joined the Cowboys as a defensive end for the 2015 season.

Franki Strefling – From Niles, Michigan. She was an outside hitter for Eastern Michigan University Volleyball. Her resume is outstanding.

EMU: Became the sixth EMU volleyball player to reach both 1,000 career kills and digs, and was the first since Becky Baltare (2002-05)...Ranks eighth in program history with 3,510 career attempts...

2020: Earned AVCA Midwest All-Region First Team honors, becoming the first EMU volleyball player to collect first team honors since 1989...Named First Team All-MAC...Started all 20 matches, including 77 sets for the Green and White…Finished second in the MAC in both total kills (315) and total points (342)...Totaled double-digit kill performances 16 times...Notched 10-plus digs in 17 matches for the Green and White...Ended the season with 4.09 kills per set and 4.44 points per set, which led the team…Collected 308 total digs, which ranked second for EMU…Led the Eagles with 13 double-doubles and recorded 15-plus kills in 10 matches…Earned MAC West Division Offensive Player of the Week after a career-best 26 digs to surpass 1,000 career digs, and posted 23 kills in a 3-1 victory at Northern Illinois (Feb. 11)...Recorded a personal-high 26 kills against Buffalo (Feb. 25) and collected her second offensive player of the week honor...Her 26-kill outing versus the Bulls is tied for seventh in Convocation Center history...Reached the 1,000-career kills plateau with her first strike of the match against Ohio (March 8)...Led the team with a season-best three service aces in a 3-1 loss at Miami (March 20)...Posted a season-high five blocks (0-5) in a five-set win over Ball State (March 27)...Named to the West Division Preseason All-MAC Team.. There is a lot more in the years prior but you get the picture. And I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that she graduated from EMU with a bachelor in business management and pursued a Master’s degree in 2021. WWE is just her back up. She is already a queen and we haven’t seen her perform yet.

Chukwusom Enekwechi - From Queens, New York. Another standout from Eastern Michigan University. He is a shot put guy. He throws stones. Here are his stats. Im impressed. EMU: 2021-22: Indoor: Competed in eight meets for the Eagles…Finished runner-up in the shot put at the Mid-American Conference Championships with a toss of 17.42m (57.15 feet) Feb. 26…Recorded a career-best throw of 18.72m (61.41 feet), the third-best indoor shot put in school history, at the GVSU Big Meet, Feb. 11…Took first in the shot put at the Wolverine Invitational with a mark of 18.16m, Jan. 8…

Harleigh White – From Clemson University in South Carolina. Her 2022 season highlights include

2022 Outdoor Season

Yellow Jacket Invitational

Jumped 13.12m in the triple jump

Jumped 13.06m in the triple jump

Florida Relays

Jumped 12.59m in the triple jump

Tom Jones

Member of the 4x400m relay team that ran a 3:35.68

South Carolina

Ran a 23.80 in the 200m

Ran a 54.60 in the 400m

Penn Relays

Jumped a 12.91m in the triple jump

ACC Outdoor Championships

Jumped a 13.05m in the triple jump

NCAA Regionals

Jumped a 12.82m in the triple jump

Rickssen Opont – From Port-au-Prince, Haiti. University of South Alabama. He can squat 900 lbs.

2020: Outdoor – Recorded personal-bests in the discus throw (43.33m) and in the hammer throw (51.56m) at the Jaguar Opener … Indoor – Earned First-Team All-Sun Belt honors in the shot put (16.47m) and recorded a personal-best in weight throw (17.57m) at the Sun Belt Championships … Won in the shot put (17.43m) and placed third in the weight throw (17.46m) at the Samford Bulldog Invite … Finished third in the shot put (17.35m) and sixth in the weight throw (16.53m) at the Jaguar Invitational … Recorded a 16.90m distance in the shot put at the Clemson Bob Pollock Invitational … Won in the weight throw (17.40m) and placed third in the shot put at the Samford January Invite.

Lea Mitchell – From Boynton Beach, Florida. She’s a gymnast from Michigan State. Four time team captain, Three time MVP.

CAREER HIGHS: • Vault - 9.900 • Bars - 9.900 • Beam - 9.925 • Floor - 9.950 • All-Around - 39.375 CAREER NOTES: Earned CoSIDA, which is a College Sports Information Directors of America, Academic All-America Division I At-Large Third Team accolades in 2022, becoming just the second Spartan gymnast all-time to reach CoSIDA Academic All-American status, with Angela Howard having received the honor consecutively in 1994 and 1995 ... Recipient of the 2021 Big Ten Conference Wayne Duke Postgraduate Award, becoming the first MSU female student-athlete to receive this honor, and only the second Spartan overall ... Won 23 career event titles, with 10 on floor, five in the all-around, four on vault, three on bars and one on beam ... Three-time team co-captain (2020-22) ... Five-time WCGA Scholastic All-America honoree (2018-22) ... Four-time Academic All-Big Ten and Big Ten Distinguished Scholar honoree (2019-22). 2022: Earned CoSIDA Academic All-America Division I At-Large Third Team accolades ... A WCGA Scholastic All-America Award recipient ... Also earned Big Ten Distinguished Scholar accolades, as well as Academic All-Big Ten honors and the MSU SASS Scholar-Athlete Award recipient ... Made season debut on 1/15 against Bowling Green and Illinois State ... Placed second and earned a new career-best score in the beam event with a 9.900 ... Tied career-best bars score against Maryland on 2/5 ... Scored a season-best 9.900 on floor in the meet against Illinois 2/13 ... Tied for second place on the uneven bars event at Big Fives on 2/19, posting a 9.875 ... Scored a 9.900 on floor at Ohio State 2/26 ... Tallied scores of 9.850 on both bars and beam on 3/5 against Western Michigan ... Scored two scores of 9.900 or better at Kentucky on 3/11, a 9.900 on floor and a career-high 9.925 on beam to tie for second place ... Tied for sixth on beam at the Big Ten Championships with a 9.850 ... Posted a 9.900 on floor at the NCAA Regional Finals on 4/2 ... Scored a 9.875 at Regionals Second Round and Regional Finals ...

Anna Keefer – From St Michael Albertville, Minnesota. Coming out of University of North Carolina. She was on the track and field roster and her accolades are impressive as well. Five time NCAA All American.

All-America 2022 Indoor Long Jump 2022 Indoor 200M (2nd team) 2021 Indoor Long Jump (2nd team) ACC Champion 2022 Indoor Long Jump All-ACC 2022 Indoor Long Jump 2022 Indoor 60M (2nd team) 2022 Indoor 200M (2nd team) 2022 Outdoor Long Jump 2022 Outdoor 100M (2nd team) 2022 Outdoor 200M (2nd team) 2021 Indoor 200M 2021 Outdoor Long Jump 2020 Indoor Long Jump 2020 Indoor 60M ((2nd team) School Records Outdoors 100 meters (all-conditions), 11.23 Outdoors 200 meters (all-conditions), 22.83 Indoor Long Jump, 21-6 Majoring in communication studies ... Honored as the team's Athletic Director's Scholar-Athlete for 2021-22 2022 Indoors: Qualified for NCAA Championships in both long jump and 200 meters ... Earned first-team All-America honors in long jump aft, second-team honors in the 200 meters ... ACC Champion in the long jump ... First-team All-ACC in long jump, second in both 60 meters and 200 meters ... All-ACC Academic Team for indoor track & field Outdoors: Qualified for NCAA Championships in the long jump ... Long jump champion at the Penn Relays ... Also won long jump at the Duke Invite ... Second in long jump at ACC Championships to earn first-team honors in that event ... Earned second-team honors in the 100 (6th place) and the 200 (5th place)

Kennedy Cummins – A cheerleader out of the University of Minnesota. From Kenosha Wisconsin. I wish we could find out more like her accolades and accomplishments but the university she went doesn’t have any information on her except for her hometown.

Breanna Ruggiero – acrobatics athlete and tumbler from Sacramento State University.

Jade Gentile – From Baldwinsville, New York. She played forward for the West Virginia University women’s soccer team. She plays professional soccer in Iceland. In 2018

Academic All-Big 12 Second Team

Played at forward in all 23 matches and started one

Logged a career high 830 minutes of action

Finished the season with one point (1 A)

Earned her first career start and played a career single-game high 74 minutes in a 1-1 draw at Purdue (Aug. 24)

Assisted on first of two insurance goals in 3-0 victory over Xavier (Aug. 30)

Tallied a career-high three shots in 2-0 win over St. Francis (Pa.) (Sept. 16)

Monika Klisara. Karate black belt, martial arts from Canada.

Alfa magazine did a cover story about her. She says “I originally come from a background of Serbian-Croatian descent. Born in the Balkans during war, my family fled to Canada in order to seek a stable living environment.”

She’s been training karate for 20 years and have currently been on the National team for 10 of those years. She won the Karate Commonwealth Championships. "It was a tough year overall in competition for me, and one of the largest competitions was coming up (Commonwealth Games). Before travelling to South Africa to compete, I fell short of medal rounds in 3 competitions prior to the Commonwealth championships".

Her favorite quote is "Hasta La Victoria Siempre." -Che Guevara

For Victory, Always

#wwe #nxt #2022 rookie fall class #beau morris #hayden pittman #alivia ash #kevin venturas-cortes #skylor clinton #franki strefling #chukwusom enekwechi #rickssen opont #lea mitchell #anna keefer #kennedy cummins #harleigh white #breanna ruggiero #jade gentile #monika klisara

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murkyhazed · 10 months

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tag drop 4 of idk

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milliondollargeek1 · 1 year

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Meet the NXT Rookie Fall Class of 2022

Skylor Clinton – From Prescott, Arizona. Former tight end from Northern Arizona University, professional indoor football league player.

Franki Strefling – From Niles, Michigan. She was an outside hitter for Eastern Michigan University Volleyball. Her resume is outstanding.

EMU: Became the sixth EMU volleyball player to reach both 1,000 career kills and digs, and was the first since Becky Baltare (2002-05)...Ranks eighth in program history with 3,510 career attempts...

Harleigh White – From Clemson University in South Carolina. Her 2022 season highlights include

2022 Outdoor Season

Yellow Jacket Invitational

Jumped 13.12m in the triple jump

Jumped 13.06m in the triple jump

Florida Relays

Jumped 12.59m in the triple jump

Tom Jones

Member of the 4x400m relay team that ran a 3:35.68

South Carolina

Ran a 23.80 in the 200m

Ran a 54.60 in the 400m

Penn Relays

Jumped a 12.91m in the triple jump

ACC Outdoor Championships

Jumped a 13.05m in the triple jump

NCAA Regionals

Jumped a 12.82m in the triple jump

Rickssen Opont – From Port-au-Prince, Haiti. University of South Alabama. He can squat 900 lbs.

Lea Mitchell – From Boynton Beach, Florida. She’s a gymnast from Michigan State. Four time team captain, Three time MVP.

Breanna Ruggiero – acrobatics athlete and tumbler from Sacramento State University.

Jade Gentile – From Baldwinsville, New York. She played forward for the West Virginia University women’s soccer team. She plays professional soccer in Iceland. In 2018

Academic All-Big 12 Second Team

Played at forward in all 23 matches and started one

Logged a career high 830 minutes of action

Finished the season with one point (1 A)

Earned her first career start and played a career single-game high 74 minutes in a 1-1 draw at Purdue (Aug. 24)

Assisted on first of two insurance goals in 3-0 victory over Xavier (Aug. 30)

Tallied a career-high three shots in 2-0 win over St. Francis (Pa.) (Sept. 16)

Monika Klisara. Karate black belt, martial arts from Canada.

Her favorite quote is "Hasta La Victoria Siempre." -Che Guevara

For Victory, Always

#nxt #wwe #beau morris #hayden pittman #alivia ash #kevin venturas cortes #skylor clinton #franki strefling #chukwusom enekwechi #harleigh white #rickssen opont #lea mitchell #anna keefer #kennedy cummins #breanna ruggiero #jade gentile #monika klisara

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ggblasts · 1 year

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Do you think it's fair that Jordan wants to keep Frankie away from his family?

Probably because of what happened around this time last year. If you’re lost you can ask her, Nate, Blair, Aurora, Kennedy or even Serena. Hell, if I was with someone who went from dealing with back stabbing a Van der Bilt and sister to dating someone who had no other siblings in the city, I would be sure to keep that partner safe too.

@frankieastor @theblairw @nathcnielarchibald @auroraastor @thekennedyvanderbilt @theserenavdw

#ggpost #frankie a #blair w #nate a #aurora a #kennedy v #serena v #answered #Anonymous

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lipglossanon · 26 days

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Oh By Gosh, By Golly

<It’s Time For Mistletoe and Holly…>

Real Dad!Leon S. Kennedy x daughter fem!reader

• Prequel to Red Flags and Long Nights; this is the mistletoe ‘incident’ mentioned in passing from that fic 😉

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, INCEST, DEAD DOVE, kissing, sexual fantasizing, slight dirty talk, masturbation

not proofread, just a little quick fic 😉

Title from Mistletoe and Holly by ole Franky blue eyes 🤭

It’s late afternoon by the time you arrive at your parents on Christmas Eve. It’s kind of a pain in the ass to have to park on the street, but it’s what happens when you’re one of (if not) the last people to show up for their holiday party. Standing outside the front door, you brush your skirt smooth before ringing the doorbell. A very tipsy, very flushed looking aunt opens the door.

“Oh my god, look how big you’ve gotten!” She yells way too loudly, but it does the job and garners the attention of the rest of the party goers.

“Let’er get in the damn house before she catches cold,” an uncle gruffly states, nodding to you before making his way off to the living room.

You give her a polite smile as she ushers you the rest of the way inside, pointing out the various relatives you haven’t seen in years.

“There she is!” Your mom cries from her seat on the couch next to your dad.

“Hi,” a genuine smile crosses your face as you make your way over to them, setting your gift down under the tree.

“How was the drive?” Your dad asks, blue eyes glassy as he finishes off his whiskey.

“Not bad,” you answer, ducking down to give them each a quick hug, “the parking wasn’t great though.”

“Guess you’ll get here earlier next time,” he grins and your mom rolls her eyes.

“Drinks are in the kitchen, honey,” she makes to stand up but you press down on her shoulder.

“I’ll get it, mom.”

You’re at least five drinks in when you realize you’re on the drunk side of tipsy. But since you’re staying over for Christmas, you decide that one more definitely won’t hurt anyone (regardless of what future hungover you will think the next day).

You bump into a warm body as you leave the kitchen while they enter.

“Sorry,” you giggle, holding your drink up before it sloshes over the cup.

“No worries, sweetheart.”

You shiver at the low tone practically whispering in your ear. Turning, you come face to face with your dad who’s also looking like he’s on the drunk side of tipsy (maybe even the tipsy side of drunk). You laugh to yourself and he grins at you, crows feet appearing at the corner of each eye.

“What’s funny?”

“You wouldn’t get it, dad,” you pat his chest.

He takes after your mom and rolls his eyes but pauses before nodding up at the top of the door frame. Squinting in confusion, you tilt your head back to look and see a sprig of mistletoe stuck to the wood.

“Can’t leave til you give your dear old dad a kiss,” he teases, his hands cupping your jaw before he pouts his lips at you.

Finding it hysterical, you laugh softly before nodding, “Okay, okay, but now you can’t say I don’t ever listen to you.”

Both of you chuckle before Leon leans forward and presses a featherlight kiss on your lips, making you gasp in surprise at the tiny spark of arousal flickering through your veins. His eyes pick up on the change in your expression and he presses you against the door frame before kissing you more intently.

You sigh, lips parting as his hands grab your waist, fingers digging into your hips as his tongue dips into your mouth. Finding no resistance, only enthusiasm, he groans, the slick muscle licking into your mouth, spit messily dripping from your lips and making your clit throb.

You're unsure how long your dad keeps you pressed against the kitchen doorway, messily making out with you while he rubs his bulge against your thigh. Whimpering, you go to rock your hips, but the grip of his hands keeps you pinned in place, slick dripping into your panties from his assertiveness.

The loud slam of a door shutting down the hall breaks you two apart. You both stare at one another, eyes dilated as arousal throbs hot and heavy through each of you.

“I-I should-“

“Yeah,” his gruff voice makes you press your thighs together and his gaze darts down to the motion before dragging back up your body.

“Yeah,” you whisper, letting yourself give one last look to your dad’s kiss swollen lips before walking back to the living room on rubbery legs.

Catching up to your mom, you make some flimsy excuse about being tired and quickly make your way upstairs to your room. In no time, you change into your pajamas and climb into bed. Your head feels dizzy as you replay that dirty make out session from the kitchen. Whining to no one, your hand slips underneath the bands of your clothing to swipe across your slippery clit.

You can still smell your dad’s cologne, a heady mix of dark oak and cherry, that makes your cunt clench around nothing. Moaning quietly, you softly circle your swollen bundle of nerves as you daydream that you two went a little further. Pretending that it’s his own two fingers, rough and calloused, teasing across your pussy.

What if he would’ve pushed your skirt up? Seen the cute lacy panties you chose to wear that night. Would he like them? What if he just ripped them off, eyes greedily taking in your bare wet cunt.. watch as you drip slick all down your thighs just from some deep tongue filled kisses.

“Such a slut,” he purrs, “did your little puss get wet cause dad kissed you, baby? S’that it?”

That thought’s enough to push you over— orgasm cresting fast and hard, making your back arch and thighs shake as you cover your mouth to prevent too much noise from escaping.

Flopping down on your back, you let out a gusty sigh, pulling your hand out into the dim light of the room to see slick web between your fingers. Feeling too tired now to do anything, you lazily wipe them off on your sleep shorts, planning on washing them later. For now though, between the alcohol and cumming to the illicit thought of your dad, you fall asleep fast, leaving the crisis of the situation to be dealt with tomorrow.

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thelightsandtheroses · 7 months

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After Rain | Frankie Morales

Summary: You’ve been afraid for days that Frankie isn’t coming back to you this time, that you might never know what’s happened to him, but now he’s here at your doorway. Warnings: TF spoilers, angst, language, discussions of drug addiction and use, depression, PTSD, dad!Frankie, 18+ blog, minors DNI. Pairing: Frankie Morales x female reader (established) Word Count - 1.3k Notes - This was meant to be a longer fic but I ended up making it more of a drabble! The fic title is from the Dermot Kennedy song of the same name.

“I don’t know man. I’ve got the new baby now, and my lady isn’t into me doing this kind of shit anymore.” Triple Frontier

“Let this darkness be a bell tower/ and you the bell” Rainer Maria Rilke - Let This Darkness Be A Belltower

He comes back broken.

Will drops him off, nods apologetically at you before he goes to his own home to probably make his own apologies.

There’s a faint smile on Frankie’s face as he stands in the doorway wearing a crumpled shirt, his battered rucksack dropped on the floor. You suppose it’s relief that he’s home. There’s something else too; apprehension, uncertainty about the welcome that will meet him because he’s been so much longer than he said, he’s not called you once either.

In the distance you can hear Sofia playing with her toys upstairs, oblivious to what is happening at her front door and you’re hoping your son won’t hear the door, won’t suddenly wake up because he’s only just got to sleep.

Frankie’s had time to shave in his absence and for some reason that is the thing irritates you the most. You’ve been worried he’s dead and he’s been having a shave! He couldn’t text or call, or send a fucking carrier pigeon but he could shave?

You thought they were dead.

You thought Frankie was dead.

You’re about to say something, purge yourself of this rage, when you meet his eyes. There are storms in them; anguish and pain and emotions you can’t even identify.

What happened out there?

“Hey querida,” he says softly after a moment, the low timbre of his voice instantly flooding you with relief. This is the man you have loved for years. He holds pieces of your heart and soul with his own.

You shift yourself to let him pass, place your hand on his body as he moves past you. He’s home.

That’s got to be something, right?

Rain taps on the living room window as you wait for Frankie to come back downstairs. The last few days have seen more thunderstorms and rain than you would normally have expected. When it started, you thought to yourself that it was a reflection on your own mood and worries. You were trying to work out what to do, what could you do if the worst had happened?

Despite the rain, it’s humid. The type of rain that leaves the air thick and your skin sticky.

You take a sip of your drink, wait for the creak on the stairs.

He’s tentative when he walks into the living room, wearing sweats and a faded t-shirt, his shower dampened curls just a shade longer than he usually wears them.

“Mateo needed a change,” he says, “he’s almost asleep again now.”

“Have you seen Sofia yet?”

“Yeah,” he sniffs, “she’s still playing in her room. Promised I’d join her in a bit.”

“She’s been waiting for you to come home. I think there’s been some internal drama with the dolls, something only you will understand apparently.”

“It’ll be Strawberry,” he says, shaking his head. “She’s trouble.”

There’s a moment of silence and he sits close to you on the couch. You can smell the sandalwood shower gel lingering on his skin, the crisp toothpaste on his breath.

“Missed you,” he mumbles, leaning closer. “Missed you all.”

“We missed you too. What - what happened?” So much for easing him gently, you think, but you need to know.

Frankie looks at the floor as you gently take one of his hands in yours.

“Tell me. That’s what this is based on, right? You tell me things, we’re honest with each other, whether it’s easy or not.”

“It was fucked. It was so fucked.” His voice cracks and he runs his free hand through his hair.

“I thought it was just a reccy, that’s what you said.” You resist the urge to say ‘I told you so’ to say that was why you’d begged him not to go.

Frankie relapsed recently. He had then been suspended from work which was how you had learned about the relapse. You hadn’t been sure how the two of you would get through that at the time. You had a mortgage, a small child and were weeks away from your new baby being born at the time. Somehow the two of you had endured it though. Things were strained, you can’t lie, but you were both determined you could get through this.

The reccy had posed more of a direct threat to every bit of progress made though. You were incensed that he thought this was something worth pursuing; that the money was worth whatever it cost him.

Frankie was terrified and desperate about the position you were both in and he still wanted to provide, to be there for your little family. You didn’t want him to do it. You remembered the way he would come back from missions. His recovery was new and tentative, he didn’t need more trauma weighing on this.

He didn’t need more wounds on his soul.

However, it was only supposed to be a reccy, just a few days. He was convinced it would help him, help you all. He said it would buy you both some time while he tried to get his licence back, would help him get through this bad patch - it would give him some purpose. You’d wanted to ask if your family wasn’t quite enough purpose there.

“It went wrong, went bad. ‘S why I didn’t call - I couldn’t.” Frankie exhales and then adds, “Redfly died.”

“Redfly -Tom? Tom’s dead?” Everything in you runs cold and the anger that’s been constricting around your heart fades.

You could have lost Frankie. It could have been him.

The images won’t leave you and you put your hands on Frankie’s hands just to remind yourself he’s here, he’s real. He hasn’t left you.

“Tell me,” you gently press, leaning closer to him.

He doesn’t tell you everything about the mission; he can’t, you expect. He tells you enough to make it clear that things went wrong, that the helicopter crashed and they were stranded, that Tom died at some point in the whole sorry affair. He holds your hand the whole time as though you’re the only anchor to this moment, the only thing separating him from a jungle he’s still stuck in.

Part of you wants to get straight into the car and go yell at Santiago, Will and Benny for their parts in this. For the greed and stupidity and foolishness of this whole mission. Part of you wants to scream at Frankie for this.

You listen to the rain instead, try and calm yourself and put those conversations away for another day.

After his story, the two of you sit together. You know nothing will be the same again; how can it be? Tom’s dead and you know your boyfriend enough to know that the haunted look on his face won’t fade away any time soon.

You’re still hurt, still angry. Frankie’s home though and he’s alive. That’s something, that’s enough for now.

You move closer to him, let him wrap his arms around you. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest, the warmth of his body and scent of sandalwood shower gel, minty shampoo.

You meet his lips; grateful that the man you love is here, that he is alive.

The last few weeks won’t be forgotten easily, you can’t remember ever seeing Frankie this shaken. You’ve never felt quite this close to losing him before.

He’s home, he’s home now.

Hours later, you stand out in the back porch with a cup of coffee in your hands. The rain is finally abating and the air smells thick of storms and stories. You can see thin rivulets of water streaming from the porch roof down to the decking, can hear the trilling sound of the crickets and can see the cracks of sunlight between the crowds.

There’s a long way to go. There will be damage and scars from this trip that Frankie hasn’t shared yet, that he may not even have noticed and there’s no winnings here, no results or money or sense of anything good from this mission.

He is home though. He is home and he is alive and he hasn’t left you.

You look through the kitchen window and see him talking with Sofia, laughing about something as he serves her breakfast. He looks over and meets your gaze with a tentative nod and smile.

You’ll weather this storm together.

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the-hottest-band-tournament · 1 month

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Welcome to the hottest 80s band tourney

In this tournament you can submit an band from the 80s here and we’ll see who’s the hottest

Submissions are now closed

Submission requirements

It must be a band no solo artists

I need a list of the members and the instrument they play

They had to have produced at least one album during the 80s

Choose the lineup that you want just make sure that they just all performed together during the 80s

For a list of the lineups check here a quicker list of submitted bands is down below. We are trying to get to 256 submissions so don’t worry about submitting to many bands.

List of submitted bands

will be updated

Guns’N Roses

Mötley Crüe

Queen

Hanoi Rocks

Iron Maiden

Poison

Rush

Anthrax

Possessed

Bon Jovi

Skid Row

Talking Heads

Warrant

The Cure

The Bangles

Def Leppard

The Traveling Wilburys

Dokken

Blondie

Duran Duran

Quiet Riot

Aerosmith

Dio

Metallica

Winger

The Human League

The Clash

Cinderella

Nirvana

The Smiths

The Police

They Might Be Giants

Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band

R.E.M.

Spın̈al Tap

Tin Machine

Red Hot Chili Peppers

ZZ Top

AC/DC

Beastie Boys

Depeche Mode

The Pogues

Bauhaus

Prince and the Revolution

Joy Division

Fleetwood Mac

Devo

Van Halen

Van Halen (again)

Led Zeppelin

Joan Jett and The Blackhearts

Genesis

Primus

Ramones

Yes

Siouxsie and the Banshees

Kraftwerk

The Alan Parsons Project

Hall and Oates

Echo and the Bunnymen

Tears for Fears

The Psychedelic Furs

Misfits

Living Colour

XTC

Adam and the Ants

Run-DMC

King Crimson

Public Enemy

KISS

N.W.A.

Whitesnake

Black Sabbath

Deep Purple

L.A. Guns

W.A.S.P.

Pantera

Styx

B-52’s

Vixen

The Go Go’s

The Residents

Pretenders

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Asia

Jethro Tull

Green Day

Journey

Wham!

Pet Shop Boys

The Who

Scorpions

Heart

Ratt

The Beach Boys

Queensrÿche

The Cars

Foreigner

Marillion

GWAR

Max Webster

Twisted Sister

Stray Cats

Megadeth

The Stone Roses

Slayer

Operation Ivy

Bam Bam

Cybotron

Steve Miller Band

The Highwaymen

10cc

Fugazi

Minor Threat

Dead Kennedys

Blackfoot

Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble

Dire Straits

Electric Light Orchestra

The J. Geils Band

Judas Priest

Motörhead

Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young

Elvis Costello and the Attractions

Chicago

The Replacements

The Kinks

Pixies

Men at Work

Stryper

Faster Pussycat

Thin Lizzy

Grateful Dead

Sepultura

Bananarama

Nine Inch Nails

Foghat

Blue Öyster Cult

Culture Club

Tesla

Soundgarden

Berlin

Boston

Public Image Ltd

Pink Floyd

The Professionals

Starship

REO Speedwagon

Extreme

Shonen Knife

Night Ranger

De La Soul

Salt-N-Pepa

Earth, Wind & Fire

X Japan

The The

The Time

Steely Dan

Godley & Creme

The Tragically Hip

Dexys Midnight Runners

The Cross

Sonic Youth

Roxy Music

The Rolling Stones

Hüsker Dü

DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince

New Kids on the Block

Huey Lewis and the News

Eurythmics

A Flock of Seagulls

The Blues Brothers

Love and Rockets

Strawberry Switchblade

Los Lobos

Santana

Oingo Boingo

Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five

A-ha

Crack the Sky

Crowded House

Yellow Magic Orchestra

Eric B. & Rakim

Commodores

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

KIX

White Zombie

UB40

Great White

Bruce Hornsby and the Range

White Lion

.38 Special

The Tubes

Utopia

The Sugarcubes

Faith No More

Throbbing Gristle

Ministry

'til tuesday

Sparks

Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band

The Oak Ridge Boys

The Judds

Dinosaur Jr.

The Moody Blues

Pat Metheney Group

INXS

Status Quo

Melvins

Pandora's Box

Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark

New Order

Meat Puppets

Descendents

The Fall

Spandau Ballet

Thompson Twins

Tom Tom Club

Jane's Addict

Bob Marley and the Wailers

Modern English

Cutting Crew

My Bloody Valentine

Black Flag

Wire

The Cult

The Jesus and Mary Chain

The Specials

Missing Persons

Simply Red

The Romantics

Madness

Violent Femmes

Skinny Puppy

Cocteau Twins

The Damned

Simple Minds

Frankie Goes to Hollywood

TISM (This Is Serious Mum)

The Cockroaches

The Allman Brothers Band

Cold Chisel

Midnight Oil

NOFX

The Crucifucks

America

Bad Religion

Helloween

Mother Love Bone

The KLF (a.k.a. The Justified Ancients of Mu Mu, a.k.a. The Timelords) [same group, just used numerous names]

Dog Police

Frank Chickens

Men Without Hats

Europe

Can I submit propaganda?

Not right now. If you do I won’t post it until the polls start which looking right now could be a while. But it will be posted eventually

can I submit more than one band?

yes!! Go wild

Some blogs that inspired this

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@the-80s-music-colosseum

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upontherisers · 2 years

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september prompts, week 3

i’m doing a once-a-day exercise with these prompts for the month of september. this week i gave myself a little challenge: all AUs, and i hope you have as much fun reading them as i did writing them. as AUs always do, the lore/worldbuilding on these expanded rapidly so if you have any questions about these AUs, i'd love to explore them more. the blurbs can be found under the read more. (week 1 blurbs) (week 2 blurbs)

day 15 - nightlight (261) / theater AU

“Nice nightlight,” Joe said, staring at the Little Mermaid plug-in on the wall outside her bathroom.

“It’s not a nightlight,” came Georgie’s muffled reply. She threw open the door and pushed past him, turning her back so he could smell the coconut in her hair as she breezed by. “It’s so I don’t bust my ass trying to pee in the dark.”

He snorted and pushed off the wall he was leaning on. “That’s a nightlight, G.”

He’d avoided staring at her ass as they walked but couldn’t avoid staring at her now as she slipped on her heels, bracing a neatly manicured hand against the door.

Her back was exposed in her dress, allowing him to trace the bend of her spine with his eyes. The lustrous gold fabric melted against her skin and reminded him of chocolate and champagne, luxury, and his mouth watered. He wanted to nip gently, to taste, to do something he shouldn’t. His chest tightened and the room felt unbearably warm as she turned around.

“—last time but you have to play nice with my mother for at least four hours before we can get drinks,” she said. She stood up with a sigh and brushed her hands down her front. The high slit that ran up to the top of her thigh exposed a diamond garter sitting snug against her skin, and he had to look away before his mind wandered past the point of no return.

Georgie stared at him with a raised, unimpressed eyebrow, and he knew he was so, so fucked.

day 16 - rocking chair (358) / college AU

“Stop it, Alex,” Maggie warned her brother.

“What?” he asked innocently, leaning back yet again and sending a piercing squeak across the porch.

“I swear to God,” Anita said, “I will knock you over.”

Alex put his feet back on the ground at that, clasping his hands over his stomach and closing his eyes. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s that fucking rocking chair,” Charlie called from inside the house. “I can hear it from here. Fucking stop, dude.”

Alex leaned forward so he could look at his brother inside, creaking the wicker wood. “Or what?”

“I’m gonna—” Anita sat up from her spot in the hammock at the end of the porch and grabbed the small pillow from behind her head, hurling it at Alex. He dodged a second too late and it caught him on the side of the face.

“Hey!” he exclaimed.

“Do it again,” she threatened through clenched teeth. “Do it again, I dare you.”

Alex threw his hands up. “I don’t have anywhere to sit.”

That was true. Maggie was sprawled out on the rug, her textbooks and pens everywhere, and she’d put her backpack on the cushioned chair next to the door and refused to move it for her brother. Ilse was draining some freshly watered plants on the bench and Anita was in the hammock, so that left Alex to the squeaky rocking chair. Anita considered what she needed to do if she wanted to get any more of her reading done before the sun set.

“If you come over here, you can’t bother me.”

“Deal.”

She scooted over and let Alex slide into the hammock next to her. They fit together naturally—Alex put his head over her heart and she wrapped an arm around his back so she could still hold her book. It was comfortable; he was warm against the slowly cooling evening air, and he smelled like the Dove shampoo from his shower. They were quiet as the sound of the crickets rose and the sky turned orange to purple.

“What class is this for?”

“Intro to Criminology.”

“Ew… ow!”

“I said don’t bother me.”

day 17 - hitchhiking (357)

From the moment she sees him, thumb out on the side of the road, sun beating down on his red flannel and jeans, olive drab duffle tucked over his shoulder, Frankie has a funny feeling.

“Where you headed?”

“White Lake, New York,” he says.

“Woodstock?”

He nods, and his hair is a darker shade of brown now that she’s closer to him. He has a nice nose. “Yeah, Woodstock.”

He says he doesn’t have money for gas, but Marcus waves him out of the heat and into the packed back seat. Introductions go around: Frankie, Marcus, and Tab—”Floyd Talbert,” he says. “Friends call me Tab.”

He just got back from Vietnam—funny, because Marcus just got back, too—and he hitchhiked from Indiana. It’s fate finding him here, coming from the same place as Marcus and going to the same place as both of them.

The boys talk Army as they start the back half of their drive and Frankie listens, not to the what, but the how. She listens to the slight brass and gravel in Tab’s voice, the easy way he goes back and forth with Marcus. He stops to listen thoughtfully; she can see him nodding in the rearview mirror, and he’s quietly funny. The first time she watches him crack a gentle smile, her heart flutters.

She feels like she can see the future in flashes that are half daydream, half prophecy.

She’s laying with her head on Tab’s chest, warm from the sun and from his arms, letting the distant boom of drums pull her into sleep. Marcus passes her a canteen of water, she drinks, then passes it to Tab. He’s lifting her onto his shoulders and the press of the crowd around them makes her feel more alive than she’s ever been before. Tab and Marcus are curled up together in their tent at night, and she watches them in muted moonlight for a moment before laying down next to her husband.

She hears Marcus laugh, truly guffaw from the driver’s seat with a joy that’s been fleeting since he came home, and she’s glad she got him to pull over.

day 18 - lemon tree (281) / vietnam AU

Winter used to smell like lemons.

Her momma had a Eureka lemon tree in the backyard, small, dark-leaved, and Mattie’s favorite feature of their house. They’d leave the windows open most days and the smell would waft into the house and the curtains. Everything smelled bright and clean and slightly sweet, a smell that opened your eyes and relaxed your heart.

Winter and therefore Christmas smelled like lemons. While most houses had gingerbread and woodsmoke in the December air, her home was lemon tarts and sugar from her momma’s lemonade and fresh, mild wind. Her grandparents smelled like lemons and so did the school Christmas pageant, her Christmas Eve solo at church, and her brothers unwrapping puzzle books by the tree.

She passed by the worn and creased drawing of a pine tree pinned to the wall of the nurses barracks every morning and laughed bitterly.

Winter in Chu Lai smelled like the South China Sea, sweat, and spent explosives. It smelled like her hair after not having the time to wash it for a week and the mildew growing in the back of the surgical recovery wing. Laughter and jokes smelled like vomit and the protruding intestines of a young rifleman who got caught on the wrong end of mortar fire. Old Bing Crosby standards on the radio and New Years’ Eve smelled metallic and antiseptic, smelled inescapable.

In Vietnam, Mattie learned that death had a smell and she didn’t have the words to describe it. It wasn’t as easy as her momma’s tree back home.

Sometimes, when she couldn’t get the tang of iron out of her nose, she’d close her eyes and wish for lemons.

day 19 - vintage dress (328) / justified AU

“Ask her to dance.”

Dick stared at Nix, hoping his friend was joking but knowing he wasn’t, and blinked before facing forward again. “No.”

“Look at her,” Nix said, and Dick already was. That was the problem, he’d been looking at her all night.

She was dancing with Harry, their height difference a bit comical with Coretta in heels, but they seemed to be having a good time. She laughed a lot, occasionally looking over at him with a contented smile. It made his heart pound in his chest.

“She’s waiting for you to ask her.”

Dick scoffed in his throat but didn’t take his eyes off her.

She was a vision in green. She said the dress she was wearing had been her mother’s, but it looked like it was only ever made for her. The dark emerald fabric had a gold tint in the light of the ball room, draping at her collar and hugging at all of her curves. Thin straps left her shoulders bare and a high slit revealed her long legs.

The music changed to some Top 40 hit and chatter increased as people cleared the floor. Coretta sat down at the other table reserved for their field office and kicked off her shoes, turning over her shoulder to point something out to Ron.

It should be easy. He should be able to say yes, to handle it professionally, to share a dance at the Governor’s Ball like they had to share a bed during the joint McClellandtown case and make nothing of it, just a dance between partners. But the idea of being so close to her, of holding her hand and her waist… he wouldn’t be able to write that off.

“No,” he said, and Nix huffed.

“Suit yourself.” He downed the rest of his drink and stood up. “Coretta, how ‘bout a dance?”

Dick’s stomach turned as she smiled warmly at Lew’s approach. “Sure, just don’t step on my toes.”

day 20 - bike ride (320) / the west wing AU

They’d taken to calling it the ‘Huff and Puff.’ It was the hottest event of the political and fiscal year, approximately 7.6 miles—from the White House, around the Lincoln Memorial, down to the Hill, past the Supreme Court, around to the Museum of African American History, and back to 1600 Pennsylvania—surrounded by some of the worst people they’ve ever met and their co-workers. It was an hour-and-change-minutes of their lives they’d never get back, and yet they were all there, donning helmets and alma mater sweaters, corralled in front of the White House at 6:27 AM.

“—I understand that,” Georgina Webster was saying. “But I don’t understand why we have to be here. We have things to do.”

“Georgina,” said Lewis Nixon, “are you implying that your work is more important than the U.S. Attorney General’s?”

“No, that’s not… I’m just… Yale’s colors are ugly,” she deflected with a glance at Nix’s sweater, and shoved her helmet on her head with a huff.

“Who are we waiting on?” David Webster asked the group around him.

“The President,” Harry Welsh answered.

Joe Liebgott sniffed. “Probably pickin’ out which West Point sweater still fits.”

“That’s right, Joe,” a voice responded, and everyone snapped upright from their tired slouches.

Several calls of “Mr. President” and “good morning, sir” rose into the air as Sink passed by with his bike. He was indeed in an USMA sweater and matching decaled helmet, and he was smiling at them like it was Christmas morning, undoubtedly content to revel in their suffering for the next hour and fifteen minutes.

“What the hell’re we standin’ around for? Saddle up,” he said, and his staff obliged with no audible grumbling.

They headed out at 6:30 AM—or 0630, as the President reminded everyone—and their breaths puffed toward the gray and navy sky as the 3rd Annual Election Day Bike Ride began.

day 21 - art museum (297) / politics AU

Flo regretted going to the aides and staffers mixer until the man next to her leaned over and pointed to the painting in front of them.

“What the hell is this? What am I supposed to see?”

She looked at him, taking in the cropped hair, square jaw, cuffed sleeves, and loosened tie, and smiled. “It’s Rothko,” she shrugged. “He wanted the viewer to feel basic human emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, doom.”

“All I’m feelin’ is a headache.”

She laughed and looked back at the painting. Orange and Tan was a lot to take in.

The guy raised an eyebrow. “You know about art?”

“Somewhat,” she replied. “I minored in art history.”

He gave an impressed nod and stuck out a hand. “Bill Guarnere, Office of Veterans Affairs.”

She switched her drink to her right hand and shook his. “Florence Kanaka’ole, ACHP.” His grip was strong.

There were things they’d been told to say in order to introduce themselves and network, things that made “strong inter-department connections”, but they chose their own conversation. His accent was from Philly, hers was from Honolulu. She just finished a Masters in Hawaiian Studies, he just got out of the Army. They were both new to D.C. and a bit lost, and they traded numbers within fifteen minutes with the express purpose of finding a non-overpriced and good cup of coffee.

“Wanna get outta here and get somethin’ to eat?” Bill asked as they wandered into the tower gallery again, passing the same Rothkos for the fifth time.

“Yes, please,” Flo said emphatically. Her feet hurt, she didn’t want to talk to anyone else, and the h'oeuvres d'oeuvres sucked.

Saying a quick good-bye to their bosses, they grabbed their coats and walked gratefully into a chilly night on the National Mall.

#georgina webster #anita kennedy matthews #frankie wilson #mattie james #coretta bailey #flo kanaka'ole #meet 'em in the skies #my writing #the places i went with these and the places i could've gone #what got left on the cutting room floor is actually so wild #i want to do a director's commentary on this whole experience because it so fun and i have more for all of these #like more worldbuilding. i will refrain because the tags will get SO LONG but. anyway. had a blast writing this week #i need an AU tag

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dinsmechanic · 8 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

⌗ piv = unprotected

⌗ P-piv = protected

⌗ mature = does not actually contain smut but does contain mature / sensitive subjects

⌗ e-mature = contains sexual actions but not smut ( piv ) itself

⌗ 18+ = smut ( piv / P-piv ) included

one shots | one shots

drabbles

one shots | one shots

ongoing series

blind date !

one shots

drabbles

headcanons

3 shots

blind date !

one shots

#the mandalorian #din djarin #joel miller #javier pena #jack daniels #agent whiskey #frankie catfish morales #miguel ohara #leon kennedy #the last of us #narcos #kingsman secret service #across the spiderverse #triple frontier #resident evil #fanfic rec #fanfiction #rec masterlist

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missclementinex · 1 day

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Dog Days

Established relationship, slightly inebriated Reader, fluff and silly times, fem!reader.

@terry2227 @kayhi808 @e-dubbc11 @aoi-targaryen @fictional-hooman @firequeensposts @oops89 @thejanecampaign @snowkestrel @milea @cant-help-simping @danzer8705 @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes @bookloverfilmoholic @littleblackcatinwonderland @disneyloverjaime @zz-kennedy @gh0stf1c3 @vaguekayla @firexfate @rosaleenablack @idaofinfinity @russosafehaven

You came home from a get together with the girls, a little tipsy, stumbling over your own two feet, to find Billy, and a bulldog laying across the couch, tongue hanging out. “You got a...dog?” You said, voice a little unsure. He adjusted his body that looked too big for his little legs.

“They were gonna put him down. Frankie and I found him when the kids were pickin’ out a pet.” Billy said, watching you.

You blinked, silent, and swaying a little on your feet from all the vodka, and Billy petted him, dark eyes on you, making you giggle slightly seeing your tough marine taken with the beast. “Named him Tank. Ain’t he a little fatty?” Billy grinned affectionately. Tank barked, drooling on the couch afghan with a permanent grin on his face.

You were never letting Frank and Billy go somewhere alone again.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader

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aliorsboxostuff · 1 year

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MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS (TEMP) CLOSED !

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. I find them kind of weird for me to write so my fics are mostly 1st Person POV. I write most of my fics based off on Fixations that may last a couple weeks, months, years. If you've requested something but havent seen the fic, that might be because i've lost interest!

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut

Platonic or Romantic relationships

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST! Or, characters I will definitely write about if requested!

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

Tim Rockford (yes from the Ad)

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

MARVEL & XMCU

Miguel O'hara (ATSV)

Hobie Brown (Platonic/fluff only)

Pavitr Prabhakar (Platonic/fluff only)

Kurt Wagner (xmcu)

Loki Laufeyson

Bucky Barnes

Moon Knight System

Deadpool

Daredevil

Eddie and Venom (They come as a pair)

BULLET TRAIN

Tangerine

Ladybug

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands.

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

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