#80's band fanfic

[hollywoodroses]

fan fiction requests closed

Hello my friends, I have closed my ask box temporarily as I can’t take requests at this time.

I am currently getting my GED and I am taking a math course where we only get graded on tests and exams. Due to this, it is a stressful class for me. Once it’s finished and I receive my final grade I will re-open requests.

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[deathwhoregutfucker]

EXCHANGE

pairing : kirk hammett / pelle ohlin w/c : 206 a/n : i got this idea from the picture of kirk and manheim, but i’m in a pelle mood tonight. enjoy! summ : kirk x pelle headcanons

Kirk’s family thought that it would be a good idea to host a young man from Sweden at their home for a year. Kirk really wanted to have his little penal living with him for the school year, so his family finally gave in and caved to the young man’s begging.

Pelle was pretty quiet at first, didn’t open up too quick, and very upset that he had to leave his band behind as well. He missed his family a bit, but he missed being a frontman even more.

But him and Kirk would sing together when they had time after school. They'd write little songs for each other and introduce new bands to each other as well. Pelle knew very little about Bay Area thrash, and Kirk was always eager to listen to this Norwegian black metal stuff that Pelle was always talking about.

Kirk’s house would be small, so he and Pelle would share a room together, and a bed. His parents would think anything of it because as far as they know, he’s only into girls, but he loved to cuddle up with Pelle at night. Pelle made him feel small, but not in a bad way. He was always protective over Kirk and he’d always watch him to go to sleep and feel his heart beating on his own chest. He’d play with his curls while he slept and hoped not to wake him up. Then, he would finally fall asleep knowing he would wake up to his fluffy hair and soft skin every single morning.

[samiwife]

Drum Lessons ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Steve Jansen x Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone, I've been on a roll recently with writing. Lol, I'm going to have writer's block soon! But for now, imma just write. More Steve Jansen fluff 4 u! Please enjoy it! <3

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Steve and you had different hobbies. Steve loved playing his drums, and you loved writing and reading. Steve loved making music and performing it. You loved painting and baking. But just because you two had different hobbies didn't mean you loved each other less. Sometimes, you would sit there and read while listening to him playing drums. He loved it when you did that. Sometimes, he would even help you in the kitchen when you baked. Though there would be a bigger mess when Steve would help, you didn't mind at all. All that mattered was that you and Steve spent time together. You and Steve lived in the same London apartment. Though you two didn't live in the same apartment, the two of you lived in the same building.

That's even how you two met. Steve saw you moving in, and he offered you a hand. Every night since then you two would "accidentally" bump into each other. Until you asked Steve out to coffee one day and since then you two have been in love. One day, you were baking Steve's favorite cookies. Until an idea popped into your head. You wanted Steve to teach you how to play drums. Never in your life have you played any instrument. You had no musical experience. So quickly you finished up the cookies and packed them into a box and called Steve to tell him that you'll be coming by to see him. Steve agreed and said he'll see you soon. Steve lived on the 5th floor while you lived on the 10th floor.

So it was quite a walk to reach his apartment. You walked 5 floors to eventually reach Steve's apartment. You knocked on the door and waited for a second. Then the door opened to see Steve smiling. "Hello, love! Come right in." Steve said while taking the box of cookies you made for him. You walked in, took off the coat you were wearing, and hung it on a hook on the wall. Steve was waiting for you in his studio where he played drums.

Steve's apartment had lots of art pieces and had lots of space. Unlike your apartment where it's always crowed by all the art supplies you have. You walked into Steve's studio and sat on the comfy sofa he had. "So darling, what do you want to do?" Steve asked while walking over to you. You looked up and smiled. You haven't told Steve yet that you wanted to learn drums. So right there you told him. "I was thinking maybe if you want, could you teach me how to play drums." You said with a smile. Steve's face lit up and he smiled.

"Love, I'm so happy you want me to teach you," Steve said excitedly while grabbing your hand and leading you to his drum set. He sat you down in his drum seat. Steve handed you the drumsticks. "Okay darling, show me what you know so far," Steve said as he looked down at you. You gulped and became nervous. You didn't know anything about playing drums. You just hit one note on the drums and that's it. Steve chuckled at your efforts. "Steve, I asked for you to teach me drums for a reason." You said pouting. Steve laughed and held your hand as you got up. Steve then sat in the drum seat and held the drumsticks in his hands.

"Okay, I'll teach you. First of all. You were holding the drumsticks the wrong way. You're supposed to hold them like this." Steve explained while showing you how to hold the drumsticks. "Here, why don't you try?" Steve said while handing you the drumsticks. You struggled for a minute, Steve chuckled, got up, and put his hands over your hands. He slowly guides his fingers to the right position. You steadily follow his hand position eventually holding them right.

"There you go love, you're finally holding them right," Steve said while letting go of your hands. Steve then sits in the drum seat. You walk in front of him. Steve smiles and grabs you by the waist and pulls you down. Causing you to sit in his lap. You blush hard because Steve never was this flirty. He is always shy and you were always the one making moves or flirting. Steve looks at you while you sit in his lap. "Okay, love I'm going to guide your hands to play the drums," Steve said while holding your hands tightly. Steve started to move his hands to hit the drums. Which caused you to hit the drums too. Steve smiled at how nervous you were. "It's okay dear, you don't need to be nervous. I'll be patient." Steve said still firmly holding your hands. After a few hours of practicing, you finally got the gist of how to play. drums. You sigh in relief, and you get up from his lap.

You lay on the floor and stretch. You were so tired but proud of yourself. Steve walked over and chuckled. He laid next to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you on the cheek. You blushed and leaned closer in and kissed his lips. Steve's face turned red and he hid his face. "C'mon, you weren't so shy while teaching me drums. How come you're shy now?" You said stroking his face. "I don't know, I guess I'm just so passionate about my drums. I also love showing you how to play. It shows that you actually care about my hobbies." Steve said smiling and blushing.

"Of course, I care about your hobbies. See it like when you help me with baking. We're both spending time together and learning more about each other." You said while resting your head on his shoulder. "Learning more about each other? We've been dating for 5 years. I thought I knew everything about you." Steve jokingly said. You rolled your eyes and playfully hit his side. Steve laughed and pulled you in closer.

[ambiguouslady42]

Remember Summer Days

I wrote my first fanfic. This will be reminiscent a tad to my own teen years. I'm playing with it and seeing if I can make it into a small series.

Synopsis: A hopeless teen girl has a meet-cute with the ever, handsome Satoru Gojo.

Note: This will mostly be intense fluff. I wrote this for me, but if you would like to leave feedback or notes, you can always DM me.

If you're a minor or an ageless blog, I will block you. No questions asked.

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2007

You were an awkward 16-year-old. You look back at this period and wonder how you did so little and so much. Concert ticket stubs, movie stubs, CD’s, posters. You certainly had many adventures, but you were a homebody who loved to daydream. You daydreamed of the day you would meet someone that you knew would change your life; the day came. It was the summer of 2007. His name was Satoru Gojo.

You were just cruising by high school at this time in your life. You were ambitious to pursue any career path from a politician, teacher, or a librarian. You were involved with a bunch of clubs because you were friends were involved in them. Your excited demeanour about making change and sharing ideas sometimes caught up with you; at times, you were the center of such critiques like “They’re so annoying, why do they even bother to come?” or “Is there any way that we could ditch them during this event”. 

Socializing at times was very difficult at school. At best, you had one friend, and even at times, you felt that you couldn’t really interact with a lot of your classmates. Your interests differed from that of everyone else.  Nobody has seen the movies that you have seen. Music? Most of the student populous didn’t listen to bands you listen to like Interpol, The Smiths, or The Strokes. If they did, well they weren’t part of your social circle. Your interests made you feel like an outsider. 

On the days you felt the most uncomfortable for speaking up or wanting to crawl into yourself, you would ride the rail line to head over to your favourite record store. It was a two-story building. It had everything you could possibly want. Vinyl, CD’S, cassettes, and the best part: movies. You felt a comfort in knowing that this store had everything that anyone could be searching for, if they knew where to look.

On this particular day you were looking at French films, particularly Amélie. Your best friend shared that it made an impact on her. You were talking to her on MSN Messenger during the weekend and discussed 

movies. 

[Mariella]: I just watched Amélie this last week. It’s soo cute.

[You]: What’s it about?

[Mariella]: It’s about a girl who is destined to help others, but along the way, she falls in love with her soulmate.

[Mariella]: Nino Quincampoix <333

You figured today was a great day to build your movie collection. As you were about to grab the DVD box, you noticed a tall figure across from you. You were standing right across from him. He had the flare of cool that you know you stood no chance in. What stood out to you the most was his white hair and round sunglasses. You thought to yourself “Of course they would wear sunglasses indoors. Wonder what their eyes look like.” You continued to stare.

He caught you staring. You wanted to shrivel up into a ball. You began to sweat. Suddenly he started to move towards you. You saw him circling through the aisle of DVD’s and then he was standing next to you. 

“Hi…” he said.

“Oh…hello”, you said back.

You could feel your face getting hot, but he still didn’t move away from you.  The first thing you notice is the DVD’s that he’s holding. You recognize a couple of 80’s movies You notice Gremlins, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, and Back to the Future.

“That’s quite a collection you have there”, you said. 

“Oh, these? I just thought I’d finally be able to grab these classics. Have you ever seen any of these?” he says.

At this point, you’re getting pretty comfortable. With a sly smile on your face: “Of course I have. Who has not seen any of these movies?” 

He gives you a confident smile: “Well then, tell me about Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”.

  “Well first of all, hi. I’m Isabel”

“Nice to meet you, Isabel. I’m Satoru". 

[ckret2]

i’m admittedly obsessed with music/have music as a special interest so this question has been on my mind for quite some time now - if Bill (from your goldilocks fanfic) were to listen to any music, or have any particular music taste, what would it be? Any particular songs in mind that he likes? ( <—totally not looking for more/new songs to listen to hahahahaha…sweats)

half of me thinks he’d like 40s/50’s/60’s music (thanks to the vera lynn reference in the fic, but also bc he sings it in-show), but the other half of me wants him to like musicals (heathers, in particular) - i can’t explain why lol

alternatively, if you’ve answered smth like this already, i’d love to know what songs you enjoy/listen to!

Have a post about his tastes and a hideous-sounding playlist! And it even held up in the face of TBOB.

The only difference in my headcanons is that I said the peak of his his tastes centers on the 60s and I subsequently found an interview where Alex confirms Bill's tastes do indeed range from about 40s~60s; but I just got out of another fandom where everyone headcanoned a character is into 40s music ranging into the 50s and I'm pretty burnt out on The Most Popular 40s Jazz That Everybody And Their Grandma Knows so I still personally prefer to focus on the 50s for him lmao.

In fic he makes a reference to a band called Mysterious Mo's Average Joes; I imagine them as an in universe equivalent to Question Mark & the Mysterians, except more obscure.

Specific to my headcanoned music tastes of Bill from my fic rather than just Bill in general: coming in his tastes are all the same, but hanging around Mabel has given him an expanded palate for boy band music and kids music, although on the boy band front he prefers dance-y songs over ballad-y songs and on the kids music front he has to steer through a minefield of cheaply-produced 80s cartoons that use synthesized music to save cost on an orchestra.

So far, nothing else has happened to change his tastes.

Although eventually Robbie's introducing him to emo.

I listen to too much music for the question "what songs do you listen to," it's like asking "what words do you use" lmao, lemme look at my recent activity. Lately I've been getting into She Hates Emotion and the new albums by Zeal & Ardor and Fleshgod Apocalypse; I've been slacking in my metal education on learning the difference between black metal and death metal (I usually focus on symphonic metal & neighboring genres) so I'm looping back to the basics to learn more there; big fan of Saltatio Mortis's new album; I've been listening to the deeper cuts & newer material of mainstream early 00s alt rock & nu metal bands (Shinedown, Stone Sour, Staind) to see what I've been missing out on beyond their radio hits; and in general the past few months I've been trawling through playlists of classic 80s goth, dark wave, synth pop, & aggrotech to expand my library there. Very excited for the new Linkin Park lineup, love their new vocalist so far and it's heartening to see them releasing new material. Not so excited by the new Nightwish album, it has the nightwish sound but not the spark. This isn't even an accurate representation of my full musical tastes, I've just been really into metal recently. Current favorite bands of the last few years are Alt-J and Ghost. I listed some of my favorite albums on this post. It's too bad you can't just link your Spotify liked songs without sticking them all in a separate playlist—oh hold on I have a songs I can sing playlist, it's perpetually incomplete on top of being 3-4 years out of date but it's a starting point.

[cream0fwheat1998]

Girl from the Band 1 (Yandere!Jason Carver x Band Geek!Reader)

WARNINGS: dark, yandere, non-consensual intimacy (next chapter), maybe death (haven't decided yet), violence

This was random but honestly I think Mason Dye is a very handsome man so I really wanted to make a Jason Fanfic

Alternate AU but still 80's, No upside down fantasy stuff.

(Y/N) held her trumpet at attention while during the anthem which was sung by a previous student that has since graduated. Y/n rolled her eyes; she remembered Tammy Thompson from a science class long ago.

"This girl has no talent, why are they letting her perform?" y/n said under her breath but a laugh to her left caught her attention.

Robin Buckley shook her head with a smile on her face. For some reason, this made y/n feel warm. She was happy that she had made someone smile, even though she barely knew Robin and Robin's group of odd-ball friends outside of band.

How weird that Robin hung out with Steve Harrington; a man that graduated last year but still hang out with high school kids. Y/n shook her head, feeling sour at her own bitchy thoughts. People are allowed to have friends and just because she didn't have any, didn't mean she could judge everyone else for it.

When the game ended, all of the Hawkins Students fled to the courtroom to celebrate with the Basketball team on their win. Specifically, everyone cheered for Lucas Sinclair who'd made the winning shot and even though Y/n wasn't much of a participator; she found herself cheering along with her classmates.

It was until an object bounced infront of her, pulling y/n out of her own daze. A basketball had flown its way to her and one of the players rushed to her to collect it.

Jason Carver was a handsome guy. A classically handsome highschool athlete you'd see in any John Hughes movie. Y/n felt her cheeks warm at the thought of him coming towards her, looking her in the eye. It was an intimate feeling that she wasn't use too. She felt weak not wanting to look him in the eye but felt she lacked the type of beauty he'd want to look at.

"Sorry about that; it's the championship game-ball and we lost it in the celebration." Jason said, grabbing the ball from y/n's feet.

His voice was deep and warm; his damp hair sticking to his moist skin reminded her of a model posing by the sea. He was a dream and she lived in reality.

"It's okay." Y/n said, staring at the ground. She didn't feel like making eye contact.

Jason chuckled while heading back to his team; he'd seen this girl before but had no interest moving forward; his girlfriend was the queen of Hawkins High anyway. Chrissy Cunningham. For some reason, she was nowhere to be seen since the ending of the game.

The following week, Y/n had noticed Jason's demeanor change. Once a confident, prideful man to callous, irritated ass. You'd think he'd be at his best since the big win but instead he's acting like he lost completely. In Jason's perspective; he did.

Chrissy Cunningham had been hand in hand with one of Jason's basketball friends down the hallway. Clearly, they were still in the honey moon stage of their affair. It wasn't an adult kind of affair; Chrissy had broken up with Jason the night of the game for someone who'd swept her off her feet in his absence.

Y/n kept her opinions to herself, even during lunch when the loud whispers from all the lunch room increased at either Jasons or Chrissy's appearance. However, even with an increased attitude Jason kept his cool. He had to; his reputation depended on it. Sure, his first real love tore out his heart and stomped on it on what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of his life; but he considered himself the man of the school. He'd be damned if he didn't hold his head up high and looked for a replacement soon.

If Chrissy could move on within seconds, so could he. He felt himself getting heated; looking at the other girls in the school. While they werent Chrissy, he knew he could find someone to love him just as much. There were 2 obstacles;

There was only 1 Chrissy Cunningham.

He'd have to pick someone who respected his position as top-dog but it seemed like most of the girls in school were laughing at him now.

It was Study Hall. Y/n had been planning out an idea. She didn't want to graduate this year without doing something new and had been researching DnD for the past few months. There was a Dnd club called Hellfire ran by an eccentric classmate of hers' Eddie Munson. Yeah he was cute too. But Y/n didn't WANT to think about that; she just wanted to do what she wants and then graduate. Don't cause attention, don't put yourself out there. Those were her rules.

However; it wasn't up to her to not stand out as Jason Carver had remembered her genuine shyness from gameday. It was cute and honest. So many girls in school pretend to be cool or bitchy to seem higher class without realizing that they were just unpleasant rather than interesting.

Looking at her, Jason really believed there was something there and was determined to make her his arm piece for the rest of the year. In the deepest parts of his mind he decided y/n had no choice.

part 2

[groovium]

As someone who is just getting into Kelly, what should I know about him? I’m very curious to know more about his personality and what he’s like <3

1. Baby boy is SO GOOFY and he gets real sarcastic with it sometimes. I think he’s hilarious. He likes to say silly, stupid things and then go “sike!” because he loves messing with people

2. He’s French, French as can be. He speaks fluently, his mother Pia is Basque, and his uncle is Pierre Perret, a French singer-songwriter guy! His family is pretty cool.

3. His music taste, from what I can remember, is actually pretty all over the place. I once read an article where he said he was having a reggae phase? I thought that was pretty cool

4. He likes ducks. There’s multiple videos of him going “quack quack” and moving his hand likes it’s a lil duck. It’s so cute! That’s why we call him the quack-quack man sometimes, you can find fanfic about it, and fan nicknames as well

5. He used to be a bit of a stoner, idk about now, but he used to smoke a joint before every show with Steve Riley (RIP). So if you dig that, he’s your guy

6. He is prone to accidents! He was in a major motorcycle accident that hurt his left leg bad, resulting in him getting booted (affectionately) from the band Faster Pussycat. He had to walk with a cane for a while, but the cane is cool as hell. And he joined LA Guns as the bassist, ofc <3. PLUS, when he was little, he was quite clumsy and got into a lot of little accidents. I recommend looking at @that-80s-chick ‘s page for more info on that

7. He was Emma Roberts’s stepfather (sort of? It’s not confirmed that he was married to Kelly Cunningham) and raised Emma along with his own daughter Grace Nickels. His daughter looks a lot like him. Strong genes!

All this info I’ve kind of just popped out of my mind. If you want to go more into detail, I suggest looking at these blogs

@lonelyfuckingcat @that-80s-chick @kellynickelsgirl00 @sunsetdaydreamer

for pictures, I’d look at @1985roaddog’s instagram. There’s loads! And also @kellys.quacks on instagram

[fightclubcat]

My Random Smiling Friends Headcanons

Gnarly was born in the dressing room at a Pac Sun in New Jersey, that's why his name is basically surfer slang.

Grim grew up in the suburbs and his parents were a dentist and a lawyer. Grim went into his edgy phase as a teen and never left.

Grim isn't actually his real name, he just changed it to be "Edgy"

Allan was an engineering major in college.

Glep listens to Will Wood.

Glep collects CDs

When Charlie was 12, he spent Memorial day on the side of the road by his Uncle's burnt '54 Chevy Bel Air. Charlie's Uncle and cars. *Sigh*

Charlie's parents died shortly after he was born, so he was basically raised by his uncle.

Charlie's Uncle's band, "The Red Gapers", is psychedelic rock.

Pim likes Dollywood (I went there once and it's so fun!)

Pim's favorite musicals would probably be Hairspray, Hamilton, Mamma Mia, and Dear Evan Hansen.

Mr. Boss' favorite musicals would probably be Ride The Cyclone, Annie, and wicked

Charlie unironically got one of those "Gangster cartoon" Shirts from the Wildwood boardwalk when he was a teenager.

Glep likes Rhythm Heaven and Arcaea.

Pim has a Neopets account

Mr. Boss likes the movie "Radio", Allan hates that movie.

Allan really likes Star Trek

Mr. Boss collects PEZ Despensers.

Gwimbly Plays the Accordian

Glep has a 90's Cherry Coke can he found in the woods one day.

Gwimbly hates it when people think his name is Quigley. It happens quite a bit with people unfamiliar with him.

Pim likes Taylor Swift.

Glep listens to 80s synth

Pim had a phase when he was younger where he made Olympic Mascot fanfic. It was short lived.

Pim also had a "Tumblr Girl" aesthetic phase.

Glep is sometimes underestimated due to his size.

Pim played the flute when he was in school.

Those have been some random and not strangely specific at all headcanons about Smiling Friends!

[fangirl-writes]

Dancing in the Street

Willard Hewitt x Fem!Reader; Ren McCormack x Sister!Reader

Warning(s): Just general stuff in the movie. If you’ve seen it you should be fine. Also the reader doesn’t like Ariel so if you like her, sorry.

Request(s): 

I lost all these asks trying to answer them so idk what happened I’m sorry.

1) Hi hi hi, I was wondering if you could write a Willard x reader fic from the 2011 footloose? I'm having Miles Teller brain rot and cannot stop thinking about him!! 💕💕✨

2)  Can I get a Willard Hewitt x reader where your Rens sister and you guys meet at school then is really impressed you and your brother dance so good at the diner plssss?? I love Willard

3)  hi!! i was wondering if you could write something for willard hewitt (footloose 2011)? i can not find a single fanfic for this man so if you could write something with fluff and maybe like best friends to lovers that would be so awesome! thank you so much :)

Notes: Hope you guys are happy. I had to watch the Footloose remake to do this fic. The remake. It’s...not good.

Anyway, first footloose fic! Yay! I hope you like even if it’s ridiculously short.

When you agreed to move down to Bomont with your brother, you didn’t think it would be as shitty as it was.

You’d already lost your mom, you didn’t need the rest of the joy in your life sucked out, but apparently the town was looking to do just that.

No music? No dancing? Are you kidding? Isn’t that against the first amendment or something?

Apparently not, as it seemed this rinky-dink town hadn’t changed its views since the ‘80s.

You worked as a waitress at Starlite and Ren was stuck in a cotton gin. The school hated Ren’s guts and didn’t take too kindly to your “explicit and vulgar display” of band t-shirts. Plus that plus prissy little Ariel Moore made you wanna hurl, even if Ren was infatuated with her for some god-knows reason.

It wasn’t all bad. You helped Ren fix up the yellow bug and he drove you to school every day, not that you had another choice besides maybe walking.

And there was also Willard. The ray of sunshine through the cloud of darkness in all his southern glory. 

You guys met him the first day of school and the three of you meshed right away. You told him when Ren was bullshitting him and he explained what all of his crazy phrases meant.

You weren’t sure you were into him “like that” yet, but you’d heard Ren smack him upside the head for commenting on your looks once, which told you enough.

And, lucky for you, Woody’s uncle, Claude, was a pretty rebellious boss.

“Hey, Woody!” Claude said. “Check the door man. Cop still here?”

Ren and you exchanged a glance as Woody went over to the window to watch the cop pull away.

“Five-O getting his move on,” Woody reported. “Whatcha got for me, Uncle Claude?”

Claude reached down below the counter and pulled up a burner CD. “David Banner, bootleg. Don’t get too krunk out there. First sign of the police, I’m gonna pull the plug. I don’t want a fine and you don’t want another ticket.”

“Wait,” Ren said. “You got a ticket for dancing?”

“He got two tickets for dancing,” Woody’s girlfriend answered. “One more and he’s off the team.”

You followed Claude to the back where he had a record player that doubled as a CD player. Your mouth dropped open in awe.

“All right, let’s get this party started,” Claude said.

He flipped some switches that turned on the outside speakers and turned back to you.

“Now, I know you’re new here so I’ll let you go watch this one time,” he said. “But don’t expect me to let you off work just to dance.”

You grinned widely before practically tearing off your apron to follow Ren, Rusty, and Willard outside.

The speakers were like old drive-in speakers that blared in the parking lot and you watched in awe as the previously perceived boring small-town kids danced better than you could.

“Yeah, dude, they- they get into it,” Willard said.

"Hey, you,” a girl said to Ren. “Come on, let’s dance.”

She pulled him out onto the floor and you watched gleefully as he busted a move.

“You dance, Willard?” You asked.

He blushed a little, shaking his head. “Oh, no, no way.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “I don’t dance.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Me and my boys are going to push everybody back,” Woody said to Ren over the music, pulling his leather jacket right off his shoulders. “Let me see you and your sister do your city slicker thing.”

Ren jogged over to usher you in with him and you happily obliged.

“Number 24,” Ren said and you nodded.

You both fell into a dance you’d choreographed together back in Boston, moving easily to the beat and doing your “city slicker thing.”

You shared a quick glance, a silent communication, before you both ran up and backflipped off the edge of a blue pickup sitting on the edge of the dance area.

The crowd cheered.

You laughed, falling into freestyle mode with the others as Ren walked over to dance by Ariel (who looked eager to receive the basically lap dance he was offering).

You felt alive for the first time since your mom. You missed dancing.

That was until you spotted Ariel and Ren grinding on each other shamelessly.

“Oh, gross,” you said, turning away and spotting Willard, who was already looking at you.

You flicked your head, gesturing for him to come join you.

He just shook his head and saluted you with his coke cup.

You sighed and walked over to where he was gathered with Woody, his girlfriend, and Rusty.

“Mind if I have a sip of that?” You asked Willard.

“Oh, uh, sure,” he replied, handing you his cup. “That was some pretty good dancing out there.”

“How would you know, you don’t dance,” you joked.

“I got two eyes, don’t I?” He asked, grinning right back at you.

You two were leaned so close you felt his breath on your face. It made your stomach flutter.

“Y/N, I was wondering-”

“You can put on a show for that guy, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna.”

You both looked over to find Ren walking up to the group.

You and Willard leaned away from each other.

Ren’s jaw was so tight you thought he might crack his teeth. 

“That guy block your boner?” You joked, referencing a joke Willard made a few days ago.

“Shut up,” he replied, shoving your head away jokingly.

Suddenly, the music cut out and Claude came over the loud speaker. “Attention, Attention. Ariel Moore, will you please come up to the front of the diner, your daddy is here for you.”

The crowd sniggered and laughed as “daddy’s girl” stomped her way up to the diner.

“Show’s over,” she said as she passed your group.

Your face contorted.

“Daddy’s gonna take her out to the woodshed,” Willard said.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means she’s in deep shit.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. 

“Come on, loverboy,” you said, shoving your brother. “Let’s get home before we get picked up by the law at ten o’ one. Oh, and Willard,”

The boy in questioned looked up at you.

“We can finish our conversation tomorrow, okay?”

He smiled. “Yeah, alright,”

You grinned back and turned away from him.

Ren’s eyes narrowed at you. “What was that all about?”

You shrugged. “Nothing. Willard and I were having a conversation while you were feeling up the preacher’s daughter.”

“I was not feeling her up,”

“Oh, please, Ren, the whole parking lot could tell,” You replied, sipping the last of Willard’s drink you’d never given back. “You’re practically throwing yourself at her.”

“I was just dancing,” Ren retorted, pulling open the door to the bug.

“Funny, you never dance like that with me.”

“That’s because-” Ren huffed dramatically. “You know what, this conversation’s over.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is,” you replied, getting in the passenger side. “Can I pick the music?”

“Can you ever pick the music?”

“No?”

“There’s your answer.”

You rolled your eyes as Ren picked “dancing in the dark” by Bruce Springsteen for the ride home.

You turned to look out the window, noticing Willard in the rearview talking to Woody.

You smiled. This town might suck, but Willard makes it more bearable. 

[asurrogateblog]

Cannibals, Pirates, and PhDs: How Did I Get Here?

I mentioned in some tags earlier that I’ve only actually been a real fan of Pink Floyd for under a year, and that the confluence of events that led up to it is pretty absurd. Some interest seemed to be taken in this, so I though I’d elaborate.

I didn’t know how to shorten this timeline and have it make any sense, so it’s... long. But idk, I think it’s pretty funny. If you’re nosy like I am this is for you.

My Backstory Timeline:

early childhood: my parents essentially mainline me and my little sister with The Beatles. I know almost no songs written past the 70’s until at least sixth grade. I develop a childhood crush on Paul McCartney, a joke that the universe really decides to play the long game on.

2014: my dad calls me over one night, and gravely tells me he’s been waiting to share something until I’m old enough. I brace myself to be told about sex or secret half-siblings. Instead, he tells me I need to listen to The Wall. Irritated at the idea of wasting an hour and half of my night, I nevertheless comply and go up to my room and put it on. I do not come back from this, clearly having inherited some sort of generational curse.

Around the same time, I am also secretly watching Hannibal every time my parents send me upstairs because Game of Thrones is “too gory”. This will trigger three important things: an interest in psychology, a love of horror media, and a classical music phase will train my attention span to last well past the three minute mark.

2014-2023: Over the intervening years, I become a casual fan of Pink Floyd, but make a deliberate point not to learn anything about the band. I like being able to imagine my own meanings for the songs. Also, I am motivated against this by a childhood memory of being deeply frightening by a picture of old Paul McCartney (LOL). I do not want that to ever happen again, so no learning.

Cut to April of 2023: I am finishing up my first year of my PhD program studying media psychology. I am in a bad place mentally, and am going through another horror movie phase to fill the hole. As a result, I get very into American Psycho. The main character, Patrick Bateman, is a fan of superficial 80’s pop music, particularly Genesis. I decide to start listening to Genesis to see if I agree with his tastes. While researching “best Genesis albums”, I come across The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. I listen to it, and am blown away. I had no idea that the Phil Collins band made music like that. This sends me down the prog-rock rabbit hole. I still won't learn any lore.

Summer of 2023: MEANWHILE, I am also going through another pirate phase. I have a fairly encyclopedic knowledge of 18th century piracy (and am still quite active in the Black Sails fan community). Around this time, I get really obsessed with this one random guy named Dennis McCarthy who was hanged in 1718.

I decide to work poor Dennis into a science fiction story I’ve been working on. The premise is essentially that the universe is an abandoned simulation, and a ‘glitch in the matrix’ starts to, among other things, bring people from the wrong time periods back to life. The format of the story is vaguely monster-of-the-week, in which the characters have to solve various problems caused by mistakes in the code. I think, “hey, you know what would be perfect for this? that fanfic I wrote about The Wall in high school.” Said fic (which that stupid fucking beatles movie stole from me) is about a world in which Pink Floyd never existed, but a wannabe rock-star discovers a box full of their records and decides to copy them. While he is touring his plagiarized version of The Wall, he realizes that the events of the album are starting to happen to him in real life. By working this concept into my new story, I go through another one of my periodical The Wall phases. It's in full swing when fall rolls around.

September of 2023: This semester, I take a grad-level narrative theory class in the English department. I decide it would be helpful to follow along with a specific example, so I choose The Wall. Using the terminology I am learning in the class, I start to realize that The Wall is…. incredibly narratologically fucked up. To help orient me, I watch the bootleg concert recordings, and the trick with the surrogate band sends me so out of my mind that I decide I must break my rule about never learning band lore.

This is where the two plot-lines converge. I don’t remember which came first, but around this same time, I think to myself “hey, if Genesis was hiding such an incredible album under the 80’s pop, what must Pink Floyd be hiding?” On that whim, I put on Piper at the Gates of Dawn, which equally sends me so out of my mind that I decide I must break my rule about never learning band lore. I needed to know what the fuck happened to get them from Piper to The Wall.

September-November: In the two months between the onset of this and finally making another sideblog, I dedicate all of my free time to learning as much about Pink Floyd as humanely possible (and writing a 20 page essay for that narrative theory class). As you can imagine, this is a lot to unpack all at once for someone who didn’t even know who Roger or Syd or any of the rest of them were. Luckily, I am over-educated enough to be a very fast learner. Aside from the band lore itself, I of course also fall in love with the rest of Pink Floyd's discography musically-speaking. Having this interest to latch onto genuinely pulls me out of my depression.

Cut to February 2024: I am really enjoying myself, and want to keep this going as long as possible, but I am starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel on Pink Floyd lore. I decide I need to feed the fire by supplementing with lore from another band. The Beatles seem to have a strong fan presence on tumblr, why not revisit a childhood favorite? The universe laughs at my expense.

That about brings us up to date. I have gone through so much character development over the last eight months, it’s crazy. Pink Floyd is definitely one of those things that is less of a “phase” and more of a permanent part of my mindscape. Weirdly enough, since I am studying media psychology, all of this has also been really good for my career? I never took an interest in -real- media figures (as opposed to fictional characters) before, and I feel like I have a much clearer sense of things now. It's definitely influenced my research, so whatever domino effect this has on my future is bound to get even funnier.

Anyway, that’s my backstory!

[fixyourwritinghabits]

molegri: Two anecdotes on teenage anachronism... 1) I turned 15 in 2000, and my favorite boy band was The Beatles. I did like Backstreet Boys and such, but I was writing self-insertion fanfic where I seduced a young George Harrison. So it can happen. 2) I went back to college last year (starting a career in Interior Design), so I'm actually in contact with people in their late teens/early twenties. A group of them made an 80's inspired clothing store design - the professor and is old folks found it amusing that they would choose that theme, seeing that all of them were born after Y2K.

That's why I cited Angie Thomas's use of Tupac - it's not that you can't ever have a teen character relating to older artists and media. Your second example, to be honest, sounds like a great background to a contemporary YA plot! But you have to beware of story and theme relevance. Your teen character may have a wonderful subplot starting a synthwave club at their school and getting really into Depeche Mode. There's nothing wrong with this, and it could be a lot of fun.

But if your character has no plot-doings with this media (making friendships via fanfiction, organizing a throwback dance, etc), will it come across as a genuine interest? Is it worth mentioning at all?

I bring this up because I've read a lot of YA books where it's very clear the author couldn't figure out how social media worked or who their 15-year-old character might really be listening to, so they gave them a flip phone and a flimsy excuse to be into U2. This is where you run into trouble - when you don't do the work. Sitting down and figuring out what your character would really be into and how that ties into the plot is well worth the effort.

[hollywoodroses]

maid for you (a modern day duffxsusanxreader fan fiction)

duff walks in on you and susan fooling around in bed when you are supposed to be cleaning the house

Warnings: smut, heavy fem!slash, voyeurism, threesome, heavy course language (minors, please don’t interact)

“I know you want to fuck my husband”. You heard a voice say behind you.

You turned around to look at Susan with a shocked look on your face.

“Don’t worry, many other women want to fuck him too. I won’t tell your secret.” She said as she put her finger to her lips and laughed.

You smiled, you had just started working for Susan and her husband Duff as a maid. It is your first day and you feel like it’s ruined when she caught you looking at him while trying to do your job.

“Listen, if you really want to be with Duff. I can help you.”

“What do you mean?” You asked her.

Susan winked at you and started walking upstairs to the master bedroom. You followed her without saying a word.

Once you got to the bedroom, you saw Susan sitting on the bed tempting you to join her. You are eager to know what she is up to as you smile to yourself ready to play with your school-girl crush.

Susan grabs your arm to pull you close to her, you lose your footing and fall into the bed. You both giggle but you lose your voice when you notice her on top of you. She rests her fingers on your lips and you can’t help but suck on a few of them while you whimper. You lean up towards her, ready for a kiss. While closing your eyes you are shocked to feel your tongues touch as you kissed Susan with an open mouth. This led to a deep kiss that felt like it would never end.

Lost in your own ecstasy with her you feel her play with your body, fingering your sweet cunt. She smiles as she encourages you to moan as loud as you can knowing her husband was just footsteps away.

You feel like you are in a lesbian porno film that you don’t hear the door open.

“What the fuck is this.” You hear a deep voice say.

You rush to cover yourself, already feeling your breasts had become bare while fooling around with Susan.

“uh…” to be honest, you were speechless when seeing Duff walk into the bedroom with a look of pure lust.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you ramble on and on until Duff sits beside you.

“Shut up, you whore.” He whispered.

Duff kissed you as Susan watched with a glimmer in her eyes while she had her arms wrapped around you.

You couldn’t believe you had your two fantasies in one room together, especially since they are ready to destroy you. Not knowing if you can take it, you let Duff but his hand around your neck showing dominance as he kissed you until you are lost for air. What you loved the most was the sexy feelings Susan was giving you. You felt her lick your pussy and finger you at the same time. When she rubbed you, you could hear the sounds of your wetness get louder as you knew you would burst at any moment.

You realize, you don’t need a man to get off. Susan was definitely your sexual awakening tonight.

Once you squirt all over Susan’s face, Duff silences your moans with his mouth. You are literally spent and push away from them. Walking up to the full-length mirror in the room, you notice you look disheveled and tired.

You turn to them and say, “So, is this what happened in the 80’s?”

Susan just laughs as Duff shakes his head silently teasing you.

You hear the front door open. “Mum, Dad we are home.” A girls voice said.

You rush out of the room to get back to your job so Duff and Susan’s kids don’t catch you. You had forgotten that the girls would be back from an instagram modeling event. Thankfully, you are back to your normal self in the kitchen when their daughters come in asking for help to plan an upcoming party.

“Let’s do an 80’s themed party. We’ll be the coolest at school doing this.” Duff’s daughter Grace said with excitement in her eyes.

You sigh in relief as you know the girls never caught you with their parents and start making plans on how you can help with the party. Thinking they’ll for sure be a rock n’ roll party waiting for you later that night.

end

[thebeatles]

this is insane talk but do you have any info if there was beatles fanfic in the 60-70’s

i know there was one lingering around from the 90’s

There is no documented info of Beatles fanfiction existing.

Fanfiction didn't exist until Spock/Kirk, perhaps the first slash pairing in history. You can read about that here. Fanfiction surrounding bands didn't exist. No one among fans [likely] ever thought about writing fictional pieces with real people. If there was, I think it's more like someone writing about their crushes in their diaries or among friends.

It wasn't until the late 70s that people began writing zines for Led Zeppelin. Because it involved real people, Jimmy Page and Robert Plant had pseudonyms like "Trish" and "Alex". Information of that is here.

BUT I found a fanfiction of the Beatles from the 80s. It's called "With Strings Attached" and it's about the Beatles waking up on a strange place, C'hou, and are being attacked by two groups of aliens called the Ketafa and Baravada. It's been archived on the internet since 1997. You can read that here. It's not a slash fanfiction.

[samiwife]

Too Good For Me 𓆩♡𓆪 (Jimmy Page x Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you guys are doing good! Just a couple things, please request any stories of any 80's or 90's bands you guys like. And lastly, thanks 4 the support. Hope you enjoy this spicy fanfic of Jimmy Page <3

T/W: Sex (of course), pet names, and cussing (Reader Discretion is advised)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

College has been having you beat, all the exams and tests make you have to study every night. All you wanted to do was relax for a day with your roommate Jimmy. Jimmy was originally your friend when you lived in London. Then the two of you moved to the U.S. together to study abroad. Though the two of you went to different universities. The two of you still came back home to the same apartment to hang out with each other. Jimmy was always your crush but you kept it secret for so long. You thought Jimmy was too good for you. He played guitar, was kind, smart, and would always do anything for you. People would often even assume you two were dating, but that's yet to happen.

One night, you came home from a long days of lectures and studies. All you wanted to do was relax maybe watch some movies. You walked through the apartment door, and you saw Jimmy's shoes near the door meaning he was home too. You sighed, kicked off your shoes, and hung up your coat. Then you heard a bedroom door open. It was Jimmy walking out of his room. You assumed he just woke up because his hair was a mess and he was wearing only a bathrobe and shorts. "Hey love, how was your day?" Jimmy said walking over to you. You weren't happy at all, it was a Friday but you just seemed so worn out.

"Not good, god I'm so fucking sick and tired of all these exams and studying I have to do. When will I get a fucking break?" you said angrily while throwing your papers and books on the kitchen table nearby. "Aww, it's okay darling. All your hard work will be paid off soon. I think you're doing an amazing job." Jimmy said while hugging you and stroking your hair. Jimmy had always been supportive of you. He was supportive when you said you wanted to move to the states for studying. "Jimmy, how was your day?" you asked while letting go and walking over to the kitchen to make tea. "It was good, however my partners for a music writing project are arseholes," Jimmy said while running his finger through his hair. You boiled some water and took out a mug.

"Well, if they're assholes then turn in your own work. I believe you can do it since you are good at songwriting." You said while ripping open a tea packet. Jimmy smiles and walks behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist. Jimmy rests his chin on your shoulder. You blush hard, Jimmy is never usually like this. He would always give you hugs. But never this. "Jimmy, what are you doing?" you said looking at him. "Y/N, I know things have been stressful. Why don't I make things less stressful for you?" Jimmy said while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. You breathe in slowly, and you feel your heart race.

Jimmy kisses the inner part of your neck lightly. You groan quietly and quickly cover your mouth in embarrassment. Jimmy smiled at the sound of you, Jimmy grabbed your hands from your mouth and pinned them to the counter. "Don't be embarrassed sweetie, I want to hear you," Jimmy said in a low voice. Jimmy lifts his head up from your neck. Your face was still red from him kissing your neck. Jimmy kisses your soft lips and runs his hands down your thighs. The kiss deepened, and Jimmy lifted you onto the kitchen counter. You pulled away from the kiss.

"Jimmy, are you sure you want to do this?" You asked shyly. Jimmy smiled and pulled your face in closer. "Y/N, I know you like me and you know what? I like you too. Everyone knows it. So why not now?" Jimmy said in a low tone again. You looked down in embarrassment. "I always thought you were too good for me." You said with your head still down. Jimmy lifts up your chin so he can see you. "Y/N, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. You are smart, kind, and independent. I thought you were too good for me. I'm just a loser guitarist." Jimmy said with a smile. You blush harder, Jimmy notices and chuckles. "So what do you think? Shall we continue where we were?" Jimmy said as he rubbed your thighs. You nodded. Jimmy leans in closer and kisses the crook of your neck again. Then the kiss turns into nibbling.

Jimmy sucked and bit down lightly on your sensitive skin. You groan and whine quietly. Jimmy didn't like how you were quiet so he bit down harder. Causing you to full-on moan. Jimmy smiles in your neck and runs his hands down your shorts. He slowly slips off your shorts and underwear. Then you remove your shirt. Causing you to only wear a bra. Jimmy removes his shorts as well. Jimmy stops for a second and admires how your body looks. "Darling, you're stunning." He whispers in your ear. Jimmy pulls you in closer and kisses your lips again. Jimmy slowly slides his member in, causing you to wince. You never told Jimmy but you were a virgin and he can tell. "It's your first time isn't it?" Jimmy said slowly thrusting in and out. You moan as a response.

"I'll take it slow for you, love," Jimmy said thrusting slowly. You moan at any slightest movement. "J-Jimmy can you go faster?" you called out breathing heavily. Jimmy complies and goes faster. Thrusting in and out hitting your spot every time causing you to almost scream. However, Jimmy wasn't silent either. Jimmy groaned and moaned deeply. Without you asking, Jimmy went faster than before. You grabbed tightly onto Jimmy's back hard enough to leave red marks. Jimmy loved the feeling of being on top of you. You were always shy and timid but now you're screaming your lungs out calling out his name in pleasure. "Ugh god, Jimmy you're so good." You screamed out. "Darling, you're doing so amazing for me." Jimmy huffed out. Jimmy trusted for a couple minutes until you almost feel your climax. "J-Jimmy! I'm about to come!" You huffed out.

Jimmy cradled you and continued to thrust. "Me too love, you can come whenever." Jimmy panted out. After a few more thrusts, you climaxed and rode out your climax. Jimmy smiled and pulled out. You grabbed his member and started to move your hand up and down. Jimmy groaned and bit his bottom lip. You moved your hand faster down his member. Causing Jimmy to arch his back. "God Y/N, you're so fucking good." Jimmy huffed out. "Yeah, what's my name, big boy?" You teasingly said. "Y/N! Y/N!" Jimmy screamed loudly. "God, Y/N I'm going to come!" He said while his back arched harder. "Then come for me," you said moving faster than before. After a few strokes, Jimmy came all over your hand. It was warm and sticky. Jimmy took a few seconds to ride out the high of his climax. Jimmy was panting hard. You smiled and pulled him closer. You kissed his soft lips and stoked his hair.

"Y/N, that was amazing. You were amazing." Jimmy said while he wrapped his arms around your neck pulling you in closer. You blushed and cuddled your head into his shoulder. Jimmy chuckles and bridal carries you to the bathroom. "I'm going to clean you up, and maybe clean myself too," Jimmy said while carrying you to the nearest bathroom. You chuckle and blush. "Jimmy, I love you." You said in a shy tone. "I love you too Y/N" Jimmy said while gently placing you on the bathroom sink. Jimmy grabs a nearby towel and turns on the bathtub. After a few minutes, the bath was ready. Jimmy picks you up again and places you in the bathtub. Jimmy hands you some soap and a loofa to clean yourself. Meanwhile, he got up and went over to the sink, and cleaned himself. After a few minutes of the bath, you were done.

"Jimmy sweetheart, could you get me a towel? And maybe some fresh clothes too?" You called out from the bathroom. After a few minutes, Jimmy walks into the bathroom holding a towel and a fresh batch of clothes. "There you go, dear," Jimmy said handing you the things. You dry yourself off and put on the fresh pair of clothes Jimmy handed you. But you noticed the shirt you were wearing was Jimmy's. It smelt like him. You walk out of the bathroom and quickly Jimmy bridal carries you again and takes you to his bedroom. He lays you on his bed and quickly gets in bed also. You lay down on his comfy bed and you feel Jimmy wrap his arms around you and pulls you in closer to him. "Goodnight Jimmy sweetie," you said while kissing his lips one last time. "Goodnight Y/N, my darling," Jimmy said kissing your neck. You chuckle and fall asleep in his arms.

[dreamsandcherrypie]

Maria’s Sketchbook Masterlist

We’ve reached a pivotal element of the story which involves someone sneaking a peak at our main character’s journal 😏

PS I’ll illustrate your fanfic too!! Bonus if it’s Dean but not required :)

Chapter 1: Prologue

The little girl from our power duo’s first case

. . . Until an entirely different kind of job appeared at the foot of my bed. A creepy as shit ghost of a girl in bows and dusty nightgown. But even so, you could tell she was a beautiful little girl in life . . .

Chapter 2: In da Club

Our main suspect

“Oh! An’ she had glasses! Ol’ timer ones with the thick squares,” the pretty southern woman drawled out in her honeyed accent from her hospital bed.

I quickly begin sketching some glasses on my drawing of our suspect.

“Mrs. Bennet, did you notice anything unique about her teeth?” I ask, super casually.

“Like wha?”

“I don’t know, maybe they were… pointy?”

“No miss... I woulda reckoned somethin’ like that.”

Chapter 3: Meet Me at the Crime Scene

Ava’s puppy eyes

“Please? I really think we could use their help and I really like Sam.”

“Can’t you boink Sam without us having to work with his stupid brother?”

She clasps prayer hands under her chin, tilts her head even further, and juts out her lower lip. I hold out for all of a few seconds.

“Ugh! Fine!” I throw up my hands in defeat.

Chapter 4: What’s the Steaks? Focused Dean

“Oh yes,” says Rose, now holding hands with Ava, “Tell me more.”

I catch Rose up on the bet and Ava up on that whole barstool thing.

“Do you think he fancies you?” asks Rose, on the edge of her nonexistent seat.

“Not a chance in hell! You should hear the way he talks to me!”

“I don’t know hun, it sounded awfully sexually charged,” says Rose.

“It kind of felt more like a threat?”

“Hot,” says Ava.

Chapter 5: A Whole Night

Cassettes

Chapter 6: Morning, Sunshine Green Soap 💚

Once most of the pool water is off my body, I steal a little of the boys’ green bar soap. I come out of the shower smelling like a straight dad, but I like it. Taking the liberty of using the guys’ cleanest looking towel, I dry off and wrap myself up. Chapter 7: This Plan Sounds Dumb

Vice

Chapter 8: Out of the Woods "Listen..."

Chapter 9: "Field of Blue"

Chapter 10: Fresh Tattoos, Loud Music, & Fast Cars

Chapter 11: Nightmares & Coconut Cream Pie

Breakfast of Champions

Chapter 12: Rock Me Asmodeus If you haven't seen the music video for the 80's smash hit "Rock Me Amadeus" sung by German band Falco go do yourself a favor

Chapter 13: Close Encounter I actually did this one for the fanfic but I just couldn't wait to post it

Chapter 14: Dreams... Chapter 15: ...And What? Huh? CHERRY PIE BABY!!! This 2-part chapter's artwork can be viewed exclusively on AO3 🥸

[iceman-kazansky]

Personal Writing Challenge

Help me get back into writing! I've been trying to get back to posting fanfics, and I need your help! I am aiming to write one fanfic for every character on my masterlist (see below), and you can help me by sending in a request. As I receive requests, I'll remove them from this list.

-I have a few prompt lists located at the bottom of my requests post if you aren't sure what to request!

- Also note, see my Navigation page for my rules before requesting please!

Requests are open for all of the following characters:

Top Gun:

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Ron "Slider" Kerner

Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe

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Star Wars:

Poe Dameron

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-wan Kenobi

Din Djarin

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Cassian Andor

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Hunger games:

Finnick O'dair

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80's/90's:

Ren McCormack

John Rambo

Daniel Larusso 

Johnny Lawrence

Marty McFly

Kyle Reese

Johnny Castle

John McClane (Die Hard one)

James T. “Joker”

Animal Mother

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Irwin Wade

Saving Private Ryan:

Richard Reiben

Stanley Mellish

Timothy E. Upham

James Ryan

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Detroit: Become Human:

RK800 Connor

Markus

Simon

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Band of Brothers:

Lewis Nixon

Carwood Lipton

Ronald Speirs

Eugene Roe

Joseph Liebgott

David Webster

George Luz

David Webster

Johnny Martin

Donald Malarkey

John "Cowboy" Hall

Harry Welsh

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Mika Hakkinen (I can try)

F1: