#ktredshoes

[mercurygray]

Water hitting the shower tile  for Marion and Colonel Hot AF

Great minds think alike - you and @shoshiwrites sent me the same prompt for the same people. I'm gonna level with you two - This is NSFW AF.

🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️, everyone. Consensual adults doing consensual things under the cut.

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The worst part of the mission is what comes after.

In the dim light of morning, it's easy to believe that everything will go right - that the plans will work and the guns will fire and the bombs will drop and everyone will come home.

But that's never the case. In the full force of the afternoon, no one can hide from the truth - not even him. Harding doesn't fly very often, but when he does, it's the end of the mission that always catches him. He stands on the tarmac and watches the ambulances, the fire brigade, the gunners and bombadiers and navigators dragging themselves into their trucks, faces torn, souls tired. The worst part of it is that he's supposed to be responsible for them, to protect them, in whatever way he can, and yet - it is a war. He can't protect them from that.

Interrogation is next, even for him. He listens to the others recount the mission for Red and his waiting sheaf of notes, waiting until they're all finished before he speaks, agreeing with everything they've said, commending them for the fine job they've done. Red lets them go, and they troop off to the equipment room and the showers to wash the day off and change back into clothes that don't smell like exhaustion and fear.

But none of that yet - not for him. Neil waits until the very last of the crews is done with their debrief before he, too, finally leaves, shirt sticky, jacket too warm.

No equipment room for him, though - no shared shower and the playful banter of the locker room. Rank has some privileges, and the private bathroom off his room is one of them. He could leave his gear with the boys, but there are some places a commander shouldn't go, and that feels, to him, like one of them. There should be one place where they can always speak their minds and not be afraid of being overheard.

In a dim corner of his mind he can hear the door open and close, and he shuts the tap off and listens for a voice from the other room. "Neil?"

"In here."

There is a long pause, and Marion appears in the bathroom door, by some miracle of nature already in her underwear. He pulls back the shower curtain a little further as she wordlessly takes off her final layer, and reaches around him to turn the water back on and grab his soap from where it rests on the wire shelf. "Pink -" I'm dirty, he wants to say. I'm tired and filthy and you shouldn't see me like this. Come back when I'm clean and myself again.

"Shhh," she says, letting the water rush over his shoulders again, droplets drumming on tile. "Let me do this."

She turns him around and begins soaping his back, his shoulders, the hardness of the soap pressing into his skin and following the line of his back, and he cannot help but close his eyes, feeling the water on one side of him and Marion's hand and the soap on the other. She takes one arm, and then the other, hand filled with soap bubbles as she massages the muscles of his arm, sore after being at a yoke for seven hours. Her hand and the soap go lower, along the front of his legs, and he moans a little, holding out one arm to brace himself against the wall. (Her body has only barely brushed him through most of this - the tip of a breast here, the flash of a hip there.) "Turn around."

He does as she says, opening his eyes to flick droplets from his lashes, and watches, wordlessly, gratefully, as she takes a cloth and begins to do the front of him - his still-tired shoulders and his chest, rubbing his stomach, the trail of hair there. Another noise escapes when her cloth dips lower, gently stroking the length of him, softly cupping him, massaging just a little. No, Pink, you shouldn't, he thinks silently to himself, I'm tired and it's not - I won't be able to -

She shushes him again, gently. "Let me do this, Neil."

He closes his eyes again and lets her gently stroke him off, one arm still braced against the wall, his cock too ready for her hand, the noises in his mouth hardly his own. Wherever they are now is neither here not there, some place apart from England and the war, just the two of them and the warmth of the water and the smoothness of the tile. Her lips find his after he comes, her cloth gently cleaning him off a second time, limp in her hand. "Pink." It is accusation and thanks, both.

She reaches past him and shuts the water off, and for a moment, the two of them only stand there, dripping. He can feel her smile against his cheek. "I wanted to."

"I can't -"

"It doesn't matter," she promises. "Dry off and then you can hold me for a while and tell me I'm pretty."

That won't be enough, he wants to say. She's had her own long day - he knows that better than anyone. She's been waiting at the control tower tracking their progress on the radio, and comparing their charts. And then she's had to listen to all of them tell it to her, over and over and over again. Her own shoulders will be sore and she, too, should have a strong hand between her own legs helping her find release.

He reaches for the towel and dries her off first, his hands cupping her ass, thumbs caressing her breasts, knowing it's not enough against what she's just done for him. She smiles in thanks and climbs out of the shower, gathering up her clothes to lay them out on his chair while he dries himself off and turns out the light.

She's already tucked herself into his bed, and pats the pillow next to her. "You're a little insubordinate, Captain," he murmurs into her ear. "Disobeying a direct order."

"Reprimand me for it later," she replies breezily, and he realizes, in the moment, how far he is away from the man of thirty minutes ago - clean now, and content, ready to begin again. And we will, Neil thinks to himself, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her shoulder. The worst part is that we'll do it again tomorrow, too.

[shoshiwrites]

posting the little snippet i started for a prompt to make up for all the tag memes i've been hiding from because i didn't have anything new 🙈

kindly tagged by @ktredshoes @softspeirs @mercurygray @tortoisesshells @basilone <3

[onyxsboxes]

🎶 🛫 LCAPT Clegan (MOTA) 🛫 🎶

With a bit of delay, it's finally here 🥳🥳🥳🥳

It is with great pleasure (and a lot of excitement) that I present to you our Let's create a playlist together Clegan (MOTA)'s version.

Let’s create a “clegan/buckxbucky/buckyxbuck/eganven/whatever we call the buckies” playlist together. 🎶 🛫 When you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen that remind you of Clegan (MOTA) and publish them. Then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) (@onyxsboxes so i can add your replies to the playlist) 🛫 🎶 You can include more or fewer songs (as you prefer), I'll collect all the replies and put them together in a playlist that I'll share in a week or so (I'll update it as I receive replies, so no rush and no pressure).

(For those who want to add a few songs, go ahead. I'll continue to update the playlist as I receive more replies.)

I'd like to thank you all for your participation. This was the first fandom/ship oriented playlist and I had no idea so many of you would respond (it was a bit overwhelming but i a good way 🥰). It was a delight to read all your recommendations, your little comments and even your playlists for some of you. It was fun to listen to so many songs through Clegan's lens.

It forced me to really listen to the lyrics and that only made these songs more enjoyable. I hope you will (like me) rediscover some songs in a new light thanks to this playlist.

Here the link to the other playlists if you want to take a look.

I'll try to do other fandom-related playlists like this one later (when I'll have a bit more time), so if you'd like to participate or if you'd like to be tagged when the playlist is released, let me know (or there's a little form on this post for that if you prefer).

If you'd like to see a particular theme, please feel free to tell me so we can do that later.

Some statistics

The playlist lasts 22h13 with 345 different songs (I chose to put a song in the playlist only once and not as many times as it was tagged) nearly a full day of clegan's vibes 😁.

Special mention to Sibewest's Skyline, which I couldn't find on Spotify to put on the playlist 😔

Well done to Hozier's Work Song, which was mentioned 5 times 🥳

Mentioned three times

I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski

Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

Mentioned two times

Blue jeans by Lana Del Rey

Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley

Coal by Dylan Gossett

Free by Florence + The Machine

Gale song by The Lumineers

Good Luck, babe by Chappel Roan

Heat Lightning by Mitski

I don't smoke by Mitski

Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Putting The Dog To Sleep by The Antlers

Somethin' Stupid by Frank Sinatra & Nancy Sinatra

Take me home, country roads by John Denver

Whish that you were here by Florence + The Machine

Your Best American Girl by Mitski

Thank you again guys 🤗🥰

Tag list under the cut (hope I haven't forgotten anyone)

@alienoresimagines @alouiadina @amiserableseriesofevents @anachilles @anavilante

@antigonenikk @antiquitea @avonne-writes @blixabargelds @brotherwtf

@bucking-mustangs-with-wings @butdaddyilovehim99 @caterina07121 @caustinen @c-goldthorn

@chirpybirdy @cleganlovesx @counting0nit @darkimpala1897 @defnotanarc

@diankn @eternallytired17 @evlia @feyd-meowtha @heretoobsessstuff

@impalachick @irregularcollapse @kaaaaaaarf @kbsd @ktredshoes

@london-cowboy @middlingmay @rambleonwaywardson @s0ftpining @scarecrowmax

@sleepr-agent420 @sleepy-hyperfixations @soliloquy-dawn @swifty-fox @thebuckys

@theseshipsshallsail @trashbag-baby666 @umika @valstarsandgalaxies

[itstheheebiejeebies]

MotA Who's Who I made for @ktredshoes but thought others might appreciate it

if you have a request or want to be tagged for any of my edits send me an ask. don’t repost, reblogs appreciated. all of my edits can be found here

My Ko-fi is here  and my Redbubble is here if you’re interested in supporting me and my creations

Taglist: @bcofl0ve @fromcrossroadstoking @inglourious-imagines @easynix @alienoresimagines @sammy-1998 @blenalela @punkgeekcryptid @wexhappyxfew @lovingunderratedcharacters @a-beautiful-struggle-of-life​ @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @vintagelavenderskies @mavysnavy @angels-fall2 @snafus-peckuh @alejodi0nysus @sydney-m @shadowsandmoonlight @mrseasycompany @gutsandgloryhere @ourmiraclealigner @johnny-martin-is-mypeanut @tvserie-s-world @serasvictoria @alyxzanderthebored @sergeant-spoons @labarboteuse @mysticaldeanvoidhorse @i-dont-like-bullies @silverspeirs @satan-incarnate-666 @footprintsinthesxnd @hopefuldreamers-world @executethyself35 @junodarling

[blakelysco-pilot]

Valencia is about to learn first hand that not everything is as it seems. Especially when the horrors of the war takes from her for the first time. Who will be there to pick her up, and carry her through, and will friendship be enough?

Every Time We Say Goodbye; Part 7 of Eight to the Bar, coming soon.

Tag List: @winniemaywebber @sagesolsticewrites @bobparkhurst @rosiesriveter @victoryrollsandredlips @bcolfanfic @major-mads @footprintsinthesxnd @roosevelt-stalin-cocacola @justheretoreadthxxs @claireelizabeth85 @hephaestn @ktredshoes @peachessndreamss @hellfirequinnie @spinteresting @prettyinlimegreenboots @manonsmanicmind @precious-little-scoundrel @beingalive1 @ptvstvrrr

[therealslimshakespeare]

Seeing as I've read all your TWC and Dear John chapters what feels like a million times over, they're just THAT fucking good 😩 Do you have any fic recs for MOTA that stick in your mind, or any that you want to see more of?

Hello!!!! I love being asked about this. 💋 I’m so happy you’re enjoying these fics of mine, thank you for spreading the love!

I am admittedly rather behind in reading so when I caveat about not having finished something, it’s always with the intent of finishing and is no reflection on the scrumptiousness of the material. I’m such a stickler for settling down and enjoying a fic, gotta have everything all nice and cozy and right so I can fully dive in, and life’s been too hectic for that recently. But I have a few, and many more I’m looking forward to tasting.

💄Fave Egan one shot fic ever? Likely. The Major’s Wife by @stylespresleyhearted

💄 @steph-speaks utterly superb one shot of reader with Hambone Hamilton

💄 @ktredshoes is doing God’s work with Ev Blakely and Dougie, legit all of their stuff is gold imo

💄 recently devasted myself in the most happy manner by reading @swifty-fox ‘s Understanding in a Plane Crash …it’s got my husband John Brady in lead, what did you expect?!

💄every thing MotA related or not of @blurredcolour is a service to mankind and should be read when you wanna feel something. Shockingly, it’s not always angst, truly Bee has such a talent for conveying the gentler emotions of life with as much raw feeling as many who have to resort to torture porn. It’s an art

💄 @r-catsby ‘s Cleagan Basball Au… legit my comfort fic even tho that doesn’t bode well for my comfort. Need to catch up desperately

💄anyhting by my sweets babes @winniemaywebber @ginabaker1666 (they have an intertwined fic I believe?!!! how cool is that?) and @sagesolsticewrites writes is bound to spark joy in me

💄 @mercyedes Flak House fic really felt like i tripped the fuck out when reading and is practically gospel to me -you cannot convince me that we didn’t watch the episode containing that shit you just can’t. ILL TAKE TEN MORE

[reallylilyreally]

WIP/last lines

been tagged by @london-cowboy and @ktredshoes in these recently, so...

I had to start something just to have something to put here, so thanks for that gang. This is from what is now second string pt5 :)

It’s not like any experience Johnny’s ever had before, not anything like taking girls to bed, being careful and gentle and holding back most of what he needs because he’s a gentleman, god damn it. He’s not a gentleman anymore, he’s a pilot, isn’t gentle or careful, and Benny knows it. Benny was there when Johnny was having gentle and careful carved out of him.

tagginggggg @escrivoir and @citedkisses and @almost-a-class-act

[jesslovesboats]

Last Line Game

Tagged by my beloved @ripeteeth- thank you!

rules: share the last line you've written, then tag some people, and have fun

I am rarely tagged in these things because I am not really a writer, but I recently decided to dip my toe in and see what happens, so perfect timing! I am working on a Polar Explorer RPF/Old Gods of Appalachia mashup featuring my favorite failson Fred encountering The Horrors in an effort to explain his terrible decision making! It is entirely possible that nothing will ever come of this, but here are some words:

He reached into the pocket of his work pants, his fingers closing around the penny he carried so he would always have a coin to flip whenever he needed to make a decision. The Reform church had instilled in him a deep belief in destiny, the idea that something was always at work behind the scenes to keep him on the right path. All things being equal, he would rather let his life play out the way it was meant to instead of interfering, even with small decisions like this.  Heads for the river, tails for the woods. He flipped the coin. Tails.

Tagging @swanfloatieknight @ephraimwaite @selfconsciousfangirl @petoskeystones @aspiring-weird-old-man @ktredshoes @wildcard47 @theinkyisles @clandestinegardenias but only if you want to, no pressure, and also anyone else who wasn't tagged and wants to play!

[shoshiwrites]

Because I'm feeling the need for Benny to get lucky, how about Kay/DeMarco and

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances?

They don’t wait too long, actually. I think she left him with a card with the telephone number and address of her hotel, and told him he could look her up if he’s ever in London. He wants to get out of base life for a day or two and enjoy some time with a pretty girl, take her for dinner and dancing, thinking maybe if he’s lucky she’ll let him kiss her. She’s halfway to real hearteyes here, knows what she wants. He asks her if she’s sure, and she just…really needs to kiss him (again). 

And then a graceful cut to trying to making themselves presentable to go and have breakfast:)

Ship asks here and here!

[basilone]

“Shrapnel and glass all over her. Major Cleven said it’d missed her neck by a hair. Went through her jacket some. One bullet had lodged itself in her pretty clean, so we got that out fine. Oxygen tanks were fine, by some mercy. They got the fort back okay. Rest of the bullets, according to Ken Lemmons, are wedged in the plane right where the Major’s head would’ve been.” Benny closes his eyes. Where the Major’s head would’ve been. Goddamn it, Lottie.

[read the rest on AO3!]

Written to the prompt "reach & Benny DeMarco", given to me by @ktredshoes aaaaages ago (so long ago I no longer have the ask in my inbox, haha 😂). While the word reach does not feature in the fic itself, I think this shows a different kind of interpretation of it really well.

[latibvles]

WIP / LAST LINE

I am always overjoyed when I have something for these, so thank you Sam @almost-a-class-act for the tag! Still chipping away at "Bucky & Viv being questionable" piece but heyyy it has a title now! Which is "You Left Me in The Dark." So here's some of that because I've been writing it... a little out of order:

Bucky doesn’t greet her like he would’ve before. He just sits beside her — startlingly sharp, similarly miserable, and a whole day early. She can feel his presence like an unshakeable poltergeist latching itself to her person to torment her further. Viv wasn’t the one to tell him Buck went down and she doesn’t think she would’ve had the stomach to anyway. None of them have the stomach for it, really. She doesn’t have to look at him dead-on to know that sorrow’s already taken its hold of him when she’s been there since yesterday afternoon. He gets himself a drink and the bartender takes her empty glass. Viv’s knuckles rap against the bartop; no rhythm to it as she knocks against hardwood and he takes note of that. Because of course he does. Because in knowing her, Bucky’s made a point to notice everything she does and Viv hates him for it.

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TAGGING: @hesbuckcompton-baby , @bobparkhurst , @swifty-fox , @ktredshoes , & @upontherisers if of course, you have things to share, because I am nosey and have been lacking a little in my discord dms this week

[itstheheebiejeebies]

TP Who's Who I made for @ktredshoes but thought others might appreciate it

if you have a request or want to be tagged for any of my edits send me an ask. don’t repost, reblogs appreciated. all of my edits can be found here

My Ko-fi is here  and my Redbubble is here if you’re interested in supporting me and my creations

Taglist: @televisionboy @fromcrossroadstoking @inglourious-imagines @easynix @alienoresimagines @sammy-1998 @blenalela @punkgeekcryptid @wexhappyxfew @lovingunderratedcharacters @a-beautiful-struggle-of-life​ @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @vintagelavenderskies @mavysnavy @angels-fall2 @snafus-peckuh @alejodi0nysus @sydney-m @shadowsandmoonlight @mrseasycompany @gutsandgloryhere @ourmiraclealigner @johnny-martin-is-mypeanut @tvserie-s-world @serasvictoria @alyxzanderthebored @sergeant-spoons @labarboteuse @mysticaldeanvoidhorse @i-dont-like-bullies @silverspeirs @satan-incarnate-666 @footprintsinthesxnd @hopefuldreamers-world @executethyself35 @junodarling

[blakelysco-pilot]

Eight to The Bar: a story of finding love between coffee and donuts during World War II

Featuring Gene Tierney as Valencia DiRosano

Meet Val DiRosano (officially). She’ll be returning to The Clubmobile in the coming weeks to serve up fresh coffee and donuts, while navigating the hardest part of the war she’s experienced so far. The next chapter of Eight to The Bar coming soon!

Tag List: @winniemaywebber @sagesolsticewrites @bobparkhurst @rosiesriveter @victoryrollsandredlips @bcolfanfic @major-mads @footprintsinthesxnd @roosevelt-stalin-cocacola @justheretoreadthxxs @claireelizabeth85 @hephaestn @ktredshoes @barrykeoghussy @peachessndreamss @hellfirequinnie @spinteresting @prettyinlimegreenboots @manonsmanicmind @precious-little-scoundrel @beingalive1 @ptvstvrrr

[scarecrowmax]

Tagged by @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing

Tag you're it @rossmccallsqueen @deanology101 @bcofl0ve @ktredshoes and anyone else who wants to do it

[upontherisers]

last line(s) tag

tagged by @latibvles, @almost-a-class-act, and @ktredshoes. tagging @shoshiwrites, @mercurygray, and @loveduringthewar here’s some post-algeria jack kidd pov

“See? Right there,” Ev says. “Thought I needed stitches.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” Hazel drawls.

Ev tilts his chin and raises an eyebrow. “You know what would help? A dan—”

“A dance?” Hazel finishes for him. She taps his knee and flicks a hand toward where the Clubmobile girls are gathered by the side of the dancefloor. “Go ask Tatty.”

“Before this thing’s over, Lieutenant Keene…”

She shakes her head. “Yeah, yeah.”

Ev gets up and pulls Tatty out onto the floor as Hazel looks around the table. “That guy, huh?”

Brady laughs and Lola stops by again, dragged into a round of cards by Bobbie who always needs the support when she’s playing Crank. Jack finishes his beer, gets a scotch, and plays two hands, but he mostly looks at Hazel and she’s a sight to see, isn’t she? With her hair starting to slip from its pins in dark whisps at her ears and the nape of her dewy neck; the blue and orange light that only falls on the back tables coloring her nose, those twin freckles that sit just about there and there on her right cheekbone. 

He’s never heard her laugh like this — full-throated, musical. There’s a ring to it, one that reverberates deeper into his bones than any roar of a plane’s engine. And seeing her do it, lips toward the sky, a smile so sweet he can taste it in his drink—

A dangerous thought starts to skirt the periphery of his mind. I want… He’d never let it get this close if he were sober.

Over the fan of her cards, her gaze meets his as Brady harps on the band’s tuning — all, or nothing at all — and his scotch hits his nose with notes of rose perfume, burning on the way down.

[therealslimshakespeare]

WIP Game, I was kindly tagged by @mercurygray @ktredshoes @prettyinlimegreenboots @winniemaywebber @hogans-heroes

Rules being post 1-2 sentences from your latest WIP and tag as many folks as you feel like. I’m fully offering an open invitation to anyone who wants to participate. Specific tags: @softspeirs @b17boys @svkhky @homesickturner @crazymadpassionatelove @from-memphis-with-love @faegoddessog @stylespresleyhearted

Excerpt of WIP for postwar THOSE WHO CAN:

“What?” Ida was too wary to promise Egan anything but the alarm in her eyes warred with the mirth on her lips.

“I wanna make breakfast with you,” he stipulated, laying one finger down on her arm, the next followed, “wanna ask Johnny if those tips I gave him worked as well as they shoulda-“

“-Bucky you didn’t?!”

“and I wanna -course I did doll, didn’t want him making a hash of that poor girl first night, we’re counting on him to break the baby tie-“