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wexhappyxfew · 10 months ago

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hi shannon! i saw you were taking prompts and i knew i HAD to ask for bessie! can i ask for "i wouldn't miss it for anything" from the random dialouge prompts for her? excited to see what you come up with!

HEY BLU!!!! thanks so much for stopping by! :) let's just say i had a LOT of fun with this prompt and got to play with a few OCs i haven't introduced in writing yet - so, please enjoy our resident navigator of Silver Bullets, bessie carlisle, with judy rybinski and a guest appearance from marianne salinger! please enjoy and thank you again!

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"Has Tommy written you?" Judy asked quietly from beside her against one of the walls inside the flying club, nudging her shoulder with that small smile of hers, "Any news from the Pacific?" Bessie grinned and pulled the letter from her pocket.

"That and some newspaper cutouts of the 100th that he's been seeing," Bessie said pushing some hair behind her ears, "a real sweetheart, truly, my Tommy." Judy giggled and looked through the cutouts and glanced at Bessie.

"He popped the question yet?" Bessie glanced at Judy before smiling slightly and crossing her arms.

"He's hinted….through his letters. When I see you again…..my Ma's house….back porch looks beautiful in the summer….I'll get you flowers the second we're home and a nice dinner….Mr. Thomas McKenzie isn't smooth when it comes to covering up his intentions in the sweetest way possible." Bessie said with a chuckle and Judy giggled again.

"Please tell me I can attend the wedding." Judy said, gripping Bessie's arm gently with a soft squeeze, "I'll make my Mom's lemon and blueberry scones for the bridal shower."

"Awe, Judy," Bessie said with a grin, "of course you'd be there, dressed in a beautiful blue dress no doubt. One that matches your eyes. All the girls." Judy grinned - she always looked happiest with the women of Silver Bullets. Her smile looked best glazed on her face with joy.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything, you know that." Judy said, looping an arm through Bessie's, "And you two are going to have a wonderful family, and a cute little home, and you'll be the best geography teacher Queens has ever seen."

"Thanks, Judy." Bessie whispered and Judy watched her, genuinely and deeply, her eyes peaking out from behind her long eyelashes and bright, blue eyes.

Judy, young as she was, was by far one of the most genuine people one would ever meet. Attentive, kind, considerate, as well as someone with incredibly good aim (but you wouldn't guess that about her from first meeting), Judy was like Bessie's little sister in some ways. An incredibly good friend, listener, and tagged along with every opportunity - beers, darts, dancing - she was there.

"Good evening, ladies," both Bessie and Judy looked up and over and found the newest replacement pilot - Lieutenant Robert Rosenthal - stood there, perfectly gelled and curled hair, a soft look in his eyes, a slight smile on his face, and his peak cap tucked under his arm, "I don't mean to interrupt." Bessie watched the Lieutenant; she'd never spoken to him, but Annie had come back from a meeting with Operations, mentioning that she'd had a run-in with a new Lieutenant, Robert Rosenthal, and that he'd been real sweet, a calm presence, and had flown B-17s in Texas in his skivvies. Bessie smiled. Quite the combination.

"Not at all," Bessie said, with a wide smile growing on her face, "what can we do for you?" Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled and nodded and stuck out a hand.

"Robert Rosenthal, I just wanted to introduce myself to all the women a part of Silver Bullets," he said, and Bessie shook his hand firmly, "I met Lieutenant Bradshaw and she advised for it and said you'd all be here, and I wanted to follow through with that."

"Bessie Carlisle, I'm the navigator." she said, before glancing at Judy and almost chuckling at her face. Judy - sweet, innocent, Judy Rybinski, was stood, bright-red in the face, a nervous smile on her lips, watching Lieutenant Rosenthal, staring up at him like she suddenly didn't know how to speak. Bessie nudged her ribs.

"Judy Rybinski, sir," Judy said, sticking out a hand, "turret-ball gunner. Pleasure to meet you." Bessie watched Lieutenant Rosenthal shake her hand, a small smile on his face as he nodded, before readjusting his gaze to the two of them.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you both," he said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw discussed with me the previous happenings of Silver Bullets and her position as well….I'm sorry about Captain Faulkner." Bessie watched Lieutenant Rosenthal, feeling Judy's tightening grip on her arm an evident signal that Judy's emotions about Captain Faulkner were still as prominent as the day it had happened.

The day Francis had called over the comms that Birdie had died on impact, that she, Francis herself, was taking control of the fort, that she was going to make sure they'd make it all back, safely. Bessie remembered Judy coming up and out of the ball turret, eyes red, stumbling as she tried to control herself, curled up in her cot thereafter, struggling to get out of bed. It was their first real loss and ultimately the most devastating. It wasn't like they'd gone down and she was MIA; she was gone, she was dead.

"She was one of the best pilots I'd ever met," Bessie said, "thank you though, Lieutenant Rosenthal." Lieutenant Rosenthal nodded and then looked towards Judy. Bessie took a willing glance at Judy and saw her, a few drips of tears in her eyes being fought back in her vision and she nodded.

"Yes, sir, one of the best," Judy offered.

"I'm sorry," Lieutenant Rosenthal said quickly, "I didn't mean to upset you both, just that I recognize how important she was to the 100th-"

"No, no," Bessie said quickly, placing a hand on his arm and shaking her head, "not at all, she was the best, but really, don't worry, it's okay." Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled and nodded and then glanced towards Judy again.

"Can I buy you both something?" he asked them. Bessie knew Judy had a nearly entirely filled beer in her hand and that Bessie's was almost out, so she cleared her throat and nodded.

"Yeah, Judy here could use a refill, I'm pretty filled though still with my beer, thank you though, Lieutenant." she said with a nod and glanced at Judy who was staring at Bessie with wide eyes.

"Let me get you something," Lieutenant Rosenthal said to Judy and Bessie watched as Judy swallowed and stood up a bit straighter and nodded.

"Thank you, sir, I'd appreciate it." Judy said, nervously tucking her dark brown strands of hair behind her ears that had fallen from her curls, "You really don't have to though, sir, I was thinking of taking the rest of the night in." Lieutenant Rosenthal smiled - he had an incredibly nice smile - and glanced back at the bar and then back towards Judy.

"You sure?" he asked her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Judy watched him for a moment before a nervous smile grew on her face.

"Maybe just one drink then, sir," she said, her cheeks glowing red, before glancing towards Bessie, "I'll be back in a bit, Bes, don't wait up for me." Bessie grinned and watched as Judy stepped forward and waded beside Lieutenant Rosenthal towards the other part of the bar, a smile riding on her face, far and wide. Bessie couldn't remember the last time Judy had let herself as loose as she seemed to be tonight. She deserved to relax a bit, especially with how the last few months had been for her.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Carlisle," Lieutenant Rosenthal said with a wave over his shoulder and Judy shot her a grin. Bessie nodded with a smile.

"Who's that?" a voice asked, appearing beside Bessie in record fashion - she glanced over and found Marianne Salinger, resident tail gunner of Silver Bullets, with her orange cat, Frank, curled in her arms, a slight smile dancing on her face as she watched Judy stand at the bar next to Lieutenant Rosenthal, the widest smile spread on her cheeks.

"Lieutenant Robert Rosenthal, you heard anything about him?" Bessie asked her. Marianne shrugged her shoulders and glanced towards Bessie.

"Flew planes in skivvies, that's about it. Likes Artie Shaw, taps his fingers a lot." Marianne said quietly, ever-observant as she was, "Seems like a nice crew, don't know much else though." Bessie smirked and glanced over back towards Judy and found her rather excitedly talking to Lieutenant Rosenthal - Judy was very enthusiastic about a select few things and that usually involved intense hand-waving and apt descriptions and Bessie could tell the girl was in her element. And Lieutenant Rosenthal, ever the enthralled and attentive person he appeared to be, was listening intently and deeply, his eyes seemingly refusing to leave her face.

"Judy looks happy and I think that's all that matters," Marianne said with a smile, lifting up the fat, orange cat, "and we'll let Frank here get the final word, but at the minute, if she's happy, I'm happy." Bessie reached forward and scratched behind Frank's ears, the cat purring slightly and the touch before she noticed the slight tear in his ear.

"What happened to Frank here?" Bessie asked and Marianne rolled her eyes and glanced towards where DeMarco was with Meatball.

"Meatball was bothering Frank, and so Frank, as he should, not putting up with his bullshit, fought back and well, his poor little ear got the brunt of it," Marianne said, "I was up Benny's ass about letting Meatball all about - you know it killed one of the neighbors' chickens? I told Benny to get a grip on his dog or else there'd be issues." Bessie let out a laugh and shook her head and Marianne sighed.

"Major Cleven had to go pay the poor son-of-a-bitch because Meatball killed the thing," Marianne grumbled, "I mean, Frank's one of the most chaotic cats I've ever gotten the pleasure of holding, but he's not going around doing that. He's just crazy when he wants, but I control him."

"You're too funny, Mar," Bessie said and watched as Marianne smirked and shook her head, "so, you want to introduce yourself to Lieutenant Rosenthal, get the pleasantries out of the way with Frank?" Marianne smirked and glanced towards the Lieutenant and Judy, before glancing at Bessie.

"Let's wait until Judy has come down for air first," Marianne said, "she's having fun. Frank can sniff him out later."

"Sounds like a plan," Bessie said.

And to top off the night - Frank really loved Lieutenant Rosenthal.

#bessie really is one of my most beloved #comfort OC fr #there for all the girls and we love her for it #AND FRANK #my fav orange cat frank #bessie carlisle #judy rybinski #marianne salinger #robert rosenthal #rosie rosenthal #masters of the air #mota #mota writings #silver bullets #ABSOLUTELY enjoyed every bit of this blu so thank you!!!#this is making me so hyped to continue to write more so truly i can't thank you enough :)

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duranduratulsa · 10 months ago

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Now showing on DuranDuranTulsa's Flashback Theater 🎥... Better Off Dead (1985) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #movie #movies #comedy #teen #betteroffdead #curtisarmstrong #aarondozier #AmandaWyss #DianeFranklin #kimdarby #DavidOgdenStiers #chuckmitchell #scooterstevens #laurawaterbury #demianslade #egdaily #frankburtavalon #vincentschiavelli #TaylorNegron #RickRosenthal #RichLittle #stevenwilliams #80s #vintage #vhs #durandurantulsa #durandurantulsasflashbacktheater

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agentxthirteen · 2 years ago

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Sharon-A-Day, Day 506 (5/21/23)

Captain America V9 7. On sale 1/30/19. "Captain of Nothing: Part 1"

Writer: Ta-Nehisi Coates

Artist: Adam Kubert

Letterer: Joe Caramagna

Colorist: Frank Martin, Jr.

Editor: Tom Brevoort

Sharon and Steve meet with Bernie Rosenthal, Steve's lawyer.

#sharon carter #agent 13 #ta-nehisi coates #adam kubert #joe caramagna #frank martin jr #tom brevoort #captain america #steve rogers #bernie rosenthal

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spookykestrel · 2 years ago

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I feel like things seem very bad in America rn for lots and lots and lots of reasons umm so what are some good lovely things from your day and from your week or share some fun facts or poems or whatever

Like this week the green finally started to peak out from spring and suddenly everywhere are tulips and daffodils and buds on trees. And my cat is so silly and I love him when he curls on my lap. And I’ve been listening to the new hozier song allll day (all things end) as well as some new songs that came up as recommended listening for it and they were all very good :)

Here’s a pic of my silly cat ^

#these are the beautiful things we saw on March 29th or whatever #the sequel to the Tom Rosenthal song #kestrel calls #pls pls rb I wanna see and hear about good things #pictures are encouraged #if we are mutuals you might have seen that picture before #but you can look at it again dammit it’s Frank!

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ericas-music-exploration · 1 year ago

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Just Breathe🧘🏼‍♀️

Stop, listen, and breathe. It has been proven that music increases blood flow to brain regions that generate and control emotions. Jeniffer L.W. Fink wrote a very informative article on the topic. You might be asking okay and?

As a person who gets anxious easily, it’s very calming to have a playlist that calms me and just brings me to a better place. “Just Breathe” Is a playlist that has songs from different artists and they don't exactly relate to each other but will still give you that calming feeling one might need when a million things are going on in your head. My playlist Just Breathe has ten songs which gives you thirty-nine minutes of listening time.

“Just Breathe” has songs from artists such as James Arthur, Famy, Zayn, Tom Rosenthal, One Republic, Frank Ocean, Sam Smith, and Ruth B. I completely winged this playlist. I just added songs whenever I heard one that felt right.

It starts with “Car’s Outside” by James Arthur. This song has a lot of strong emotion in it along with most of the others in the playlist. “Just Breathe” is used to bring me peace and this song gives me peace. I don't know why, but something about his voice just calms me. Also when he says “The cars outside but I don't want to go tonight” is a very relatable quote. If you're feeling stressed or anxious you probably have a lot on your plate and you just simply don’t want to do anything. Just like how James doesn’t want to get in the car.

Next in “Just Breathe” we have “Can I be Him” also by James Arthur. Again James Arthur's voice is honestly something else he brings me peace in a lot of his songs. This can be seen as a “sad” song because he is singing about a girl. He seems to be obsessed with her. He talks about how everything she has done was for him. He expresses that he wants to be the one for her. What I like about this song is the guitar in the background mixed with his voice. Just listening to this song is so peaceful to me and it might be for you as well.

Okay, enough James now moving on to “Ava” by Famy, the guitar and drums in this song make an amazing beat and it is just relaxing even though he is talking about being in pain for being far from his love. He mentions how he has a devil inside and the world is rabid. It is considered sad but the way he puts the songs together makes it not seem as sad but once again calming.

“Dusk Till Dawn” Is a song by former boy band star Zayn and features Sia. “It starts sweet. Like, sweet. And by sweet I mean that Malik has a voice like honey. He could sing me the Yellow Pages and I’d make it my ringtone. His first verse is a perfect precursor for the rest of the song to follow. Then in the pre-chorus, Sia joins him, and though an unlikely pairing, their voices match each other in their sultry-ness I guess? Like they both string their words along beautifully” I wouldn’t be able to put it better Priya. Sia and Zayn beautifully put this song together

“Lights Are On” By Tom Rosenthal is very well put together. It's slow and the beat stays about the same throughout the whole song it slows down a little and he quickly picks back up. His voice is just too peaceful and he carries the same tone the whole song.

Bit of a switch from “Lights are on” we go into “Counting Stars” by OneRepublic. This is a big feel-good song and lightens the mood. There isn’t much to say other than this is a very good song.

Okay feeling a bit “Lost”? I know this playlist is a bit of a mess but the next song “Lost” by Frank Ocean is another feel-good song. It fits “Just Breathe” because it is easy to feel lost at times so hearing about being lost but with a happy spin to it helps so much and gives a sense of normality to the feeling.

I feel very similar to James Arthur and Sam Smith. I love the way they sing and the feeling in their songs. So “Fire on Fire” By Sam Smith is a great song. He talks about how you set fire on fire and how it can kill someone but they push past with so much desire and they are beautiful. It just sounds very good. Another Sam Smith song in my playlist “Just Breath” is “Like I Can” Which kind of contradicts “Fire on Fire”. “Like I can” he is talking about how nobody will love this person the way he can and he feels deeply for this person and you can hear his passion.

Lastly, “Golden” by Ruth B. I appreciate Ruth B’s music and I’ve listened to her since I was younger. She is talking about how she has been looked down upon and or looked passed. Discriminated for being different. Ruth says that the heat doesn’t burn as much and that she grew into loving her differences. I love how she talks about what she isn’t. She’s not weak, she’s not broken, she’s not silver, nor is she cold, she is golden. I love how she talks about how people bring her down and how she comes up from it. The song is soft and her song is so peaceful. Looking into my own life I’ve experienced a lot of battles that I had to overcome so I feel a deep connection with this song. Since she made this peaceful connection it is a nice reminder of my accomplishments.

A lot of the correlation between these songs is that they are all talking about something deep but display it in such a beautiful up lifting way. While continuing to sing about something serious and or deep they manage to make it sound happy and upbeat which is why I find all of these songs to be beneficial. When I am anxious or stressed it is a good outlet to let out emotion and thoughts but still maintain a positive attitude

#itgirlera #music #ericasmusicexploration #just breathe #sam smith #ruth b #james arthur #famy #zayn #sia #tom rosenthal #frank ocean #one republic

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spacelazarwolf · 1 year ago

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in honor of that anon who said jews have done nothing for the world, here’s a non exhaustive list of things we’ve done for the world:

arts, fashion, and lifestyle:

jeans - levi strauss

modern bras - ida rosenthal

sewing machines - isaac merritt singer

modern film industry - carl laemmle (universal pictures), adolph zukor (paramount pictures), william fox (fox film forporation), louis b. mayer (mgm - metro-goldwyn-mayer), harry, sam, albert, and jack warners (warner bros.), steven spielberg, mel brooks, marx brothers

operetta - jacques offenbach

comic books - stan lee

graphic novels - will eisner

teddy bears - morris and rose michtom

influential musicians - irving berlin, stephen sondheim, benny goodman, george gershwin, paul simon, itzhak perlman, leonard bernstein, bob dylan, leonard cohen

artists - mark rothko

actors - elizabeth taylor, jerry lewis, barbara streisand

comedians - lenny bruce, joan rivers, jerry seinfeld

authors - judy blume, tony kushner, allen ginsberg, walter mosley

culture:

esperanto - ludwik lazar zamenhof

feminism - betty friedan, gloria steinem, ruth bader ginsberg

queer and trans rights - larry kramer, harvey milk, leslie feinberg, abby stein, kate bornstein, frank kameny, judith butler

international women's day - clara zetkin

principles of journalizm, statue of liberty, and pulitzer prize - joseph pulitzer

"the new colossus" - emma lazarus

universal declaration of human rights - rene samuel cassin

holocaust remembrance and human rights activism - elie wiesel

workers rights - louis brandeis, rose schneiderman

public health care, women's rights, and children's rights - lillian wald

racial equity - rabbi abraham joshua heschel, julius rosenwald, andrew goodman, michael schwerner

political theory - hannah arendt

disability rights - judith heumann

black lives matter slogan and movement - alicia garza

#metoo movement - jodi kantor

institute of sexology - magnus hirschfeld

technology:

word processing computers - evelyn berezin

facebook - mark zuckerberg

console video game system - ralph henry baer

cell phones - amos edward joel jr., martin cooper

3d - leonard lipton

telephone - philipp reis

fax machines - arthur korn

microphone - emile berliner

gramophone - emile berliner

television - boris rosing

barcodes - norman joseph woodland and bernard silver

secret communication system, which is the foundation of the technology used for wifi - hedy lamarr

three laws of robotics - isaac asimov

cybernetics - norbert wiener

helicopters - emile berliner

BASIC (programming language) - john george kemeny

google - sergey mikhaylovich brin and larry page

VCR - jerome lemelson

fax machine - jerome lemelson

telegraph - samuel finley breese morse

morse code - samuel finley breese morse

bulletproof glass - edouard benedictus

electric motor and electroplating - boris semyonovich jacobi

nuclear powered submarine - hyman george rickover

the internet - paul baran

icq instant messenger - arik vardi, yair goldfinger,, sefi vigiser, amnon amir

color photography - leopold godowsky and leopold mannes

world's first computer - herman goldstine

modern computer architecture - john von neumann

bittorrent - bram cohen

voip internet telephony - alon cohen

data archiving - phil katz, eugene roshal, abraham lempel, jacob ziv

nemeth code - abraham nemeth

holography - dennis gabor

laser - theodor maiman

instant photo sharing online - philippe kahn

first automobile - siegfried samuel marcus

electrical maglev road - boris petrovich weinberg

drip irrigation - simcha blass

ballpoint pen and automatic gearbox - laszlo biro

photo booth - anatol marco josepho

medicine:

pacemakers and defibrillators - louise robinovitch

defibrillators - bernard lown

anti-plague and anti-cholera vaccines - vladimir aronovich khavkin

polio vaccine - jonas salk

test for diagnosis of syphilis - august paul von wasserman

test for typhoid fever - ferdinand widal

penicillin - ernst boris chain

pregnancy test - barnhard zondek

antiretroviral drug to treat aids and fight rejection in organ transplants - gertrude elion

discovery of hepatitis c virus - harvey alter

chemotherapy - paul ehrlich

discovery of prions - stanley prusiner

psychoanalysis - sigmund freud

rubber condoms - julius fromm

birth control pill - gregory goodwin pincus

asorbic acid (vitamin c) - tadeusz reichstein

blood groups and rh blood factor - karl landsteiner

acyclovir (treatment for infections caused by herpes virus) - gertrude elion

vitamins - caismir funk

technique for measuring blood insulin levils - rosalyn sussman yalow

antigen for hepatitus - baruch samuel blumberg

a bone fusion technique - gavriil abramovich ilizarov

homeopathy - christian friedrich samuel hahnemann

aspirin - arthur ernst eichengrun

science:

theory of relativity - albert einstein

theory of the electromagnetic field - james maxwell

quantum mechanics - max born, gustav ludwig hertz

quantum theory of gravity - matvei bronstein

microbiology - ferdinand julius cohn

neuropsychology - alexander romanovich luria

counters for x-rays and gamma rays - robert hofstadter

genetic engineering - paul berg

discovery of the antiproton - emilio gino segre

discovery of cosmic microwave background radiation - arno allan penzias

discovery of the accelerating expansion of the universe - adam riess and saul merlmutter

discovery that black hole formation is a robust prediction of the general theory of relativity - roger penrose

discovery of a supermassive compact object at the center of the milky way - andrea ghez

modern cosmology and the big bang theory - alexander alexandrovich friedmann

stainless steel - hans goldschmidt

gas powered vehicles

interferometer - albert abraham michelson

discovery of the source of energy production in stars - hans albrecht bethe

proved poincare conjecture - grigori yakovlevich perelman

biochemistry - otto fritz meyerhof

electron-positron collider - bruno touschek

#jewish #jumblr #am yisrael fucking chai

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 4 months ago

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I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 17

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Warnings: None!

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags: @mads-weasley @xxluckystrike @curaheehee @footprintsinthesxnd @dcyllom @storysimp @latibvles @love-studying58 @justheretoreadthxxs @ginabaker1666

A/N: I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP!!!

The hut door was thrown open with a slam, sunlight flooding inwards in a long, warm streak, forming a halo around Frankie's head as she marched inside, still stained with an unsightly combination of sweat and oil after a long morning's work. Rosie and Croz were stood around the end of a bed, arms folded and paying close attention to the familiar blonde as he rose to stand. At her arrival, the three turned, a grin creasing Cleven's cheeks.

"He-hey!" She cheered, arms outstretched as she reached him, enveloping one another in a tight embrace. "Didn't think I'd be seeing your ugly mug around here any time soon."

"Frankie!" Buck let out a low chuckle, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. "Holdin' down the fort, I see. Although, I've heard I'm supposed to be callin' you Sergeant Rosenthal now?"

Loosening their grip on one another, she glanced back over her shoulder to where Rosie was sporting a self-satisfied smile. "Eh," Frankie shrugged teasingly. "He'll do."

Croz let out a snort at this. But they could talk about these things later - for now, there was a much more pressing matter at hand. Ponytail rolling over her shoulder, Frankie turned her head this way and that, scanning the bunks for another familiar face, one she was desperate to see more than anything.

"Where's Bucky?"

'Cleven's back', they'd told her.

She'd never imagined he could have come alone.

It had never been the way of things - Buck and Bucky, they came as a pair, always. It was losing Buck that had driven Bucky away on that final flight, losing Buck that had sent him to share his fate. After all that, the thought hadn't even occurred to her that one would make it back without the other.

But the room was empty.

"Frank," Harry sighed. She felt Rosie's hand on her shoulder, instinctively reaching for it, but it wasn't until she saw the look on Buck's face - brow furrowed morosely - that she truly realised her error.

"... Oh."

"He got turned around," Cleven frowned. "Took down a guard before he could stop me from runnin'. He's the reason I made it back at all."

"That sure sounds like him," Frankie forced a chuckle, her smile never reaching her eyes. She hadn't quite realised how deeply she had missed her friend until, for a moment, she'd thought he had returned. Now every moment without him felt like torture. "... He's ok though, right?"

"Yeah, when isn't he?" Buck shrugged.

They mirrored the same, grim expression.

He wasn't fooling anyone.

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"You sure you're all good about this?" Rosie asked the next morning, standing beside her at the sink in the mechanics' hut, holding one of her filth-covered hands in his as he splashed some more hot water across her palm, scrubbing at the dirt. The first time he'd tried to do this, Frankie had laughed, finding the ritual of it somewhat ridiculous. But she had to admit, an extra pair of hands got the job done much better.

"About you helping to prevent the Dutch from starving? Pretty good about it, honey," Her brow furrowed, reaching for the brush to get at the grime beneath her fingernails.

"About me flying over while the Krauts aren't stickin' to the flak truce," Rosie stated, and she could feel him staring at the side of her face.

After he'd been shot down, she had refused to step foot inside a plane, only returning to her regular work the week after the wedding. Nothing felt the same anymore, not when it was almost impossible to look at the bombers without imagining that terrible moment when Rosie realised he was going down - that if he didn't jump, he'd never survive the fall. Having him here, beside her again, made it bearable, but she couldn't find that love she'd once had - that passion for planes she'd discovered as a girl, propelling her all the way here, to the job that brought her all of the very best people in her life. That was heartbreak in itself.

And now that there was a chance he could go down again? She wasn't entirely sure how she was managing to breathe.

"Y'know," Frankie sighed, skin growing slightly sore as she scrubbed hard at it - he was always gentler. "I wasn't gonna tell you this in case it went to your head, but Kidd told me once that you're the best B-17 pilot he's ever seen. Ever."

Rosie smirked, shrugging nonchalantly. "Well, baby, you didn't need Jack to tell you that," He teased.

"Thank you for always proving me so right," She huffed, delivering a quick, casual peck to his lips, so fast that he was still tilting his head into the kiss by the time she'd pulled away. "My point is - you always come back. Every single time - it doesn't matter what's happened, you've always made it back sooner or later. You told me once that you thought I was the reason you're still alive. D'you still think that?"

"I married you, didn't I? Gotta keep my good luck charm," Rosie tugged her freshly cleaned hand away from the sink, bringing it to his lips as he pressed a long kiss to the back of her still-wet palm, soap bubbles clinging to his moustache. Frankie laughed, tearing her hand from his grip to wipe them away, too distracted to notice the way he beamed at her - the way he always did.

"Get outta here, go do your job," She chuckled, shaking her head slightly.

"Yes ma'am," He grinned, cupping her cheeks with dripping wet hands as he pressed another kiss to her forehead. As he began to walk away, she splattered a handful of water at him in retaliation, leaving dark patches across the back of his jacket as he let out a laugh of his own.

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The jeep radio hummed softly, muffled by the general buzz of the airstrip nearby. George and Frankie sat silently, arms folded across their chests, feet propped up against the dashboard, watching on silently as they sipped from a shared flask of tea.

"... How long does it take to get there and back, d'you think?" Frankie asked after a while, piercing the quiet.

"Fuck if I know. Never been to Holland," George shrugged, picking at a slight fray in the cuff of her jacket.

"We should go on holiday together when this is over."

George snorted. "Oh, yeah, 'cause we get paid so well - we can definitely afford that."

"You forget I'm married to a hotshot lawyer now," Frankie smirked.

A glint shone in George's eye. "... I like your thinking, Rosenthal."

She was about to speak again, when the familiar humming of plane engines split the air, her brow beginning to furrow. It wasn't even close to when she'd expect the mission to return. Furthermore, the plane that gradually came into view was definitively not a B-17. A frown creased Frankie's expression.

"What the...?"

Beside her, George had begun to grin. "What's that face for?" Frankie prodded.

George's cheeks were flushed red as she sat up straight, turning in her seat to face her. "Ok, please don't be pissed at me for not telling you about this, I just... I really wanted to see your face."

"George, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Will you just go over there?" She scoffed, turning to watch the runway as the plane came in to land. "You're so bloody clueless."

Frankie's frown seemed a newly permanent fixture on her face as she clambered from the jeep, glaring at George all the while as she wandered closer, footsteps thumping against the tarmac. The plane had rolled to a stop, the hatch flung open as men began to pile out, each one more bedraggled looking than the last. At first, they seemed a sea of equally unrecognisable figures, but as she drew closer, their features began to come into focus.

... Is that DeMarco?

"Shortcake?"

Frankie turned at the voice, eyes wide.

And there was that familiar head of curls again.

The sound that escaped her throat was some kind of terrible, bird-like screech, but neither of them found time to dwell on it as Bucky bounded towards her, sweeping her clean off the ground as they leapt into an embrace, spinning until they were dizzy.

"Holy shit!" Frankie laughed, face burning as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. He didn't care.

She fell suddenly quiet, pausing for a moment before she wrenched herself out of his grip, stumbling a little as she landed back on the ground. "You didn't write me!" She cried, shoving him by the chest. "Motherfucker!"

Bucky's eyes widened into saucers, mouth flapping open and shut like a dying fish. "I-... I thought you were mad at me."

A look of abject horror contorted Frankie's expression for a moment before she let out an outraged huff, throwing herself back into his embrace. He accepted without a moment's hesitation, arms pressed against her so hard she thought she might burst.

"John Egan, one day you are gonna make some lucky girl very very irritated," She huffed, burying her face into his shoulder as a chuckle vibrated through his chest. "... You smell like shit, by the way."

"Thought so - at least it's me and not you this time, huh?" Bucky teased, grinning as she slapped him across the shoulder.

"You don't still have a bed... but you can shower in my hut, it's closer anyway."

"Show me the way, serge," He nodded, following alongside her as she beamed up at him, almost giddy at the prospect of having her friend returned to her.

"George!" Frankie yelled across the tarmac to where her friend was chatting with some of the mechanics. "I'm stealing the car!"

"I'm driving," Bucky stated.

"Hey, I've gotten better!" She protested.

"I didn't make it all the way back here to die at your hand. I'm drivin'."

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The sound of shower spray echoing from the bathroom at the end of the hut cut off suddenly, and after a few minutes, Bucky reappeared, fresh shirt clumsily buttoned, tousling his hair with one of the towels. They were the only people in the hut, and Frankie waited patiently, sitting propped up against the headboard of her bed, feet tucked beneath her. As he reached her, he let out an exhausted groan, collapsing backwards onto the mattress with such force that she was almost catapulted upwards by the springs, a laugh escaping her throat.

Bucky lay there for a moment, damp hair leaving a mark on the sheets before he pushed himself upright, sitting cross-legged at the other end of the bed. The jacket he'd left behind was strewn across a chair in the corner, and she could tell he'd noticed it when he opened his mouth to speak before suddenly falling silent.

"... Is that my jacket?" He asked.

"Mhm," Frankie nodded, resisting the urge to smile at the way his eyes slowly narrowed.

"Do you... want it back?"

"Yes," Bucky nodded, bolting from the bed as he hurried to grab it, wrapping the familiar sheepskin around his shoulders.

"You kept this thing the whole time?"

She shrugged. "Cold winters."

"Tell me about it. Try Germany."

Frankie smiled up at him as he resumed his spot, hands folded in his lap. It was far too warm to wear the jacket today, but it seemed the novelty of having it returned was still too fresh for him to realise that.

"Catch me up, then. Gimme the highlights."

"Alright," She grinned, leaning back on her elbows. "Uh, ok... Y'know Rosie?"

"Rosenthal?" His brow arched. "Yeah."

"Well me and him, uh..." Frankie trailed off, shooting him a look as if to say 'y'know'.

Slight disgust distorted his expression. "Oh, Jesus Frank. I wanted you to make friends with the guy, not sleep with him."

A sharp guffaw escaped her. "In that case, you're really gonna hate my other news."

Reaching over to the nightstand, Bucky's gaze followed her hand as it dipped into the drawer, pulling out a plain wedding band tied to the end of a loop of ribbon.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" He blurted, glaring at the ring as if it had personally insulted him. "You got married without me?!"

"Well, I wanted you there!" Frankie protested. "But in fairness, love, it wasn't really about you."

"Oh, that's just rude. You should redo it."

"You want me to divorce my husband and re-marry him just so you can watch?"

"I think so, yeah... Does this mean everyone calls you Sergeant Rosenthal now?"

Frankie chuckled. "Well, it is my name."

He frowned. "Disgusting."

She let out a laugh, yanking away one of the pillows from behind her and swinging it at his head, making contact with a muffled thump. Before Frankie had time to think he'd swung it back, smacking her in the face as she let out a faint shriek, the pair sniggering at one another, hair standing on end from the static.

After a moment of this, she sobered, smile fading. "... I'm sorry, John."

Bucky's brow furrowed. "For what?"

"For what I said to you before you left. For making you feel like you couldn't write to me."

He sighed. "That's not why I didn't write to you."

"... It's not?"

"No. I didn't write to you 'cause I wanted you to remember me like I was before. I knew being in that place was fucking me over, and I didn't want you to think of me like how I was in there."

Frankie didn't quite know what to say to that. Pushing herself up on her knees, she leant forward, pulling him into another hug, his arms wrapping around her without hesitation.

She felt him suck in a deep breath, the air brushing against her neck as he readjusted his arms to hold her tighter, cheek pressing against her shoulder.

"Love ya, kid," Bucky muttered, so quiet it was hard to hear.

"I love you too," She assured him, rubbing a comforting hand against his back.

"Ah, this is so great," George's voice suddenly echoed, the pair leaping apart in surprise, brows raised as they turned to face her.

"How long have you been standing there?" Bucky asked.

"We should go to the pub tonight, when the others get back from Holland. Get the gang back together, yunno?" She declared as she crossed the room towards them, utterly disregarding his question.

"Oh, good idea," Frankie nodded, simply going along with the intrusion as if nothing had happened. "We'll invite Ken, and Harry - oh, you should see if DeMarco can come-"

"Benny ain't comin'," Bucky shook his head.

"Why not?"

"After eighteen months away you couldn't pry him away from his girl at gunpoint. Trust me, he's busy."

Frankie chuckled. "Fair enough. Just bring Cleven - drinks are on me."

"Yes ma'am."

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The table they'd gathered around in the corner of the pub was scarcely big enough for half of them, but they made do - chairs pressed in so tightly it was near impossible to stand up, empty pint glasses filling every available space on the tabletop as they spoke over each other in a cacophony of chatter.

"- and so I spent two days pulling bird feathers outta the grille," Ken explained, the others laughing along with his story.

"Frank, you told me you'd gotten better at driving!" Bucky cried, shooting her an accusatory look.

"I have! Not my bloody fault that pheasants can't look where they're going!" She protested, oblivious to the way Rosie had met Egan's eye, shaking his head to confirm that she had not. His arms rested across the back of her chair, knuckled brushing against her back every now and then, their chairs forced so close together that she might as well have been sitting in his lap.

Nothing would ever be the same as it was. Every person at that table had changed in one way or another, for better or worse - but deep down, weren't they all the same? Weren't they all still the people they'd first met nearly two years ago, still the friends and family they'd fallen in love with? Their faces were tired. Their stories were of wartime, not the before. But they could still make each other smile. And as long as they could always sit at a little table like this in a dingy old pub and laugh together, what did it matter?

Frankie leant back in her chair, feeling Rosie's arm sling across her shoulder as she tilted herself towards him. Bucky's food brushed against her own beneath the table, and she met his eye with a smile. Ken told another stupid joke, the table erupting into laughter as George whacked him across the head with a flimsy cardboard coaster. A guilty, selfish part of her almost didn't want this all to end - didn't want them all to go their separate ways, knowing they'd likely never sit at a table together like this again once it was over.

But even if it was different, the love would always be the same.

#fic | i'm your man #rosie rosenthal #rosie rosenthal x oc #mota #mota oc #oc: frankie #john egan #gale cleven #harry crosby #ken lemmons #oc: george #masters of the air #masters of the air oc #mota fic

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