#howard hamilton

[h3k3t]

So hey MotA fandom, I see so many creators with their ocs and super interesting stories, can I join your club? Cause I thought I was the only one who fell in love with this TV series.

[saturnwisteria]

[itstheheebiejeebies]

Crosby and Hambone leaning on/manhandling each other in E1

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[middlingmay]

Masterpost: That Ol' Devil Called Love

Finally got round to making this masterpost! One year, 315K words, four side fics, three pieces of art, a Pinterest board, a playlist, and countless posts, headcanons and asks later...

Fics

That Ol' Devil Called Love

"D'you think you're a sinning man, John?" It's 1940s America, and street racing has passed from the gangs of the '30s to the youth of the '40s. John never started the Bloody 100th to make a name for himself in the criminal belly of racing; he just liked their money. It kept the shop open and his mechanics from the unemployment line. And his ma and sisters happy. But when he meets Gale Cleven, son of the local pastor who hates John and his crew with near religious fervour, John finds himself stumbling into a new kind of trouble - one that might just bring down everything he's worked for.

TODCL Side Stories

A collection of side stories that take place in the That Ol' Devil Called Love Universe, that don't make it into the main fic. Buddy DeMarco confronts the Stalag Six. Gale shows John just how much he likes to drive fast. Curt helps Marge connect to her wild side. Benny and Brady share a dance

Bleeding Hearts

After the events of TODCL, Bucky receives a much needed phonecall.

Testing, Testing

Gale makes a discovery. and sets out to test his hypothesis.

Posts, Headcanons, Asks and more

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Art and visuals

Title card artwork commission by @swifty-fox. Final scene by @artisttess Did you even mean it? When you told me you loved me? plus timelapse by @swifty-fox TODCL art tag Pinterest board

Music

TODCL soundtrack tag Spotify playlist

[thatsrightice]

Brady’s crew called Crosby by the nickname “Bingo” and it’s very important to me that everyone knows this. Like even decades later Hambone (left) and Brady (middle) still call him Bingo

[hogans-heroes]

IRL mota guys interviews

Thanks to @middlingmay's talk about accents I got too far down the rabbit hole (who, me??) and found some interviews with a few of the original 100th guys that I got a kick out of. Was NOT expecting Gale's accent to be like that, and Ev Blakely's giggles took me out.

Interview with Hambone, Brady, and Crank:

Everett Blakely:

Harry Crosby:

And a snippit of Buck Cleven:

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Bonus: Buck roasting pig on the beach in Florida while he was president of Webber College

[bravo4iscool]

step on my boots

(howard "hambone" hamilton x reader)

a small request i wrote for @caffeinated-fan🫶🏼 i hope you like it :)

if any of you have any mota requests (especially crank or red), please don't be afraid and send me an ask!

(masterlist overview | mota masterlist)

"I feel like I'm doing it wrong," you laughed, glancing down at your feet.

"No, no, you're doing amazing," Ham assured you, squeezing your hip to prove his point.

You looked up at him, smiling, amused. "Are you sure? It certainly doesn't look amazing to me."

Ham had been trying to teach you how to dance for the past hour, but you had the feeling it wasn't really working. The O-Club was empty, but soft music played in the background. Harry lent you both his record player.

"You just have to follow my lead," Ham said in a soft voice, pulling you closer by your waist. "Relax and let me do the rest, yeah?" He was looking down at your feet while slowly repeating the steps. "Look at what I do."

You bit your lower lip, trying to follow his lead, but it was just impossible. Your steps weren't on beat. If anything, the music only confused you further.

Ham noticed your struggle––of course, he did––and slowed down. Then he stopped completely.

You looked up at him, your brows furrowed.

"Let's try without the music," he suggested before he walked over to the record player and picked up the needle. He turned around and walked back to you. Gently, he grabbed your right hand and placed his on your waist. "Now, slowly," he smiled.

You took a deep breath and nodded. Couldn't be that hard, right? He would lead you. You just had to follow. And now you didn't even have the music that would distract you.

Ham squeezed your waist again. "Look at me," he said, not moving until your eyes met his. "Now, you just focus on me. Not on anything else. Just me."

Your breath caught in your throat. "Okay," you breathed out. "I can do that."

He smirked, his golden teeth showing. "Alright."

And before you knew, you were moving. Ham was securely leading you across the floor while keeping his eyes on you. Now and then, he would flash you a smile, and you couldn't help but return it.

"See?" he said after a while. "You know how to dance. You just needed the right partner."

You laughed and shook your head. "Maybe, I did," you replied, smiling up at him.

Maybe you did just need the right partner––the right teacher. Because, in the end, dancing wasn't hard. It just depended on who you were dancing with. And you would dance with Ham until your shoes were worn down…

[probably-not-a-rocketscientist]

Bored

You're bored of Bucky talking about his love life. Luckily, your favorite bombardier swoops in to save the day.

Warnings: Historical inaccuracies (its good for the plot)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Just a short Hambone fic I came up with at work! Inspired by Bored by Laufey.

You had been listening, for what felt like hours, to Bucky’s rants about Lil and Dye’s relationship. At first, you felt sorry for him. You spotted him across the dance hall, his usual cheery self now sulking and sad. Helen and Tatty had filled you in on what happened with Bucky and Lil, claiming he had been like this for days now. You questioned the validity of their information, but they assured you that they'd overheard some of the pilots talk about it earlier. You decided to be a good friend to Bucky and, against Helen and Tatty’s advice, walked over to where he was sitting to ask him how he was feeling. 

So now, instead of dancing and enjoying your night, you were stuck here. You could’ve left, but some part of you would have felt guilty for leaving him to deal with his heartache by himself. Even Buck, who was used to Bucky’s erratic behaviors, steered clear of him tonight. 

Hambone saw that you were sitting with Buck, listening to whatever he was rambling on about. In fact, he saw you the moment you walked in, instantly taking his attention away from the conversation he was having with Douglass and Blakley to focus on you instead. Your usual grease stained coveralls were replaced with a blue dress and topped with a bright cherry lip. It wasn't that he didn't like your usual attire. Seeing you in your ground crew uniform was the best part of his day. But the sight of you in that dress was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

His infatuation for you started from the moment he arrived at Thorpe Abbotts. After the quite unfortunate landing of their plane, you and the rest of the ground crew jumped into action, making sure that the plane wouldn’t blow up after landing. After stabilizing everything and loading it up to be fixed, you had gone to check up on him. The fact that you went to him, out of everyone else on the plane, was the greatest welcome he could've received, and it only solidified your friendship with him.

The two of you grew closer after that encounter. You're the last person he sees on the ground before every mission and the first when he lands. He claims that you're his ‘good luck charm’ and that he always gets back safely when you're there. He also shares his bad jokes with you (you swear that they’re actually funny, he doesn’t believe you) and anecdotes about his life before the war. 

You tell him about growing up in the city, a stark contrast to his Midwestern upbringing. He learns that after the war, you plan on finishing your degree just like him, and he can't help but picture life together with you stateside. 

His thoughts were interrupted by Douglass, who noticed his lack of attention and he followed his gaze to you, earning him a thump on the shoulder. 

“Go talk to her,” Douglass encouraged. 

“She’s busy with Bucky,” Hambone argued. He did want to talk to you, tell you how pretty you looked tonight and chat with you until the sun came up, but some part of his brain stopped him from doing so and filled him up with nervousness instead.

“No she’s not, she’s clearly bored out of her mind,” Blakely added. And he was right. Even from across the room, it was clear that you were looking for any chance to escape the mostly one-sided conversation.

“I talk to her everyday, she probably doesn’t even want to see me.”

“If you don’t go over there right now, I will. And I’ll tell her that you talk about her for hours and even that one time you‒”

“Ok, ok I’ll go,” Hambone pleads, quickly standing up from his seat before his friends embarrass him even more. 

He looks over to you once again. You still have the same unamused expression on your face, occasionally nodding to signal that you were still listening to whatever Bucky was still rambling about. Taking a deep breath, he makes his way over to you. 

“Excuse me, Major. But the Lieutenant here promised me a dance tonight and I plan on taking her up on that offer.”

You were confused. You don’t remember Hambone asking you to dance earlier, and you knew he preferred to socialize at parties instead. Then, you realized what he was doing and looked over to Bucky, hoping he would let you be excused and more importantly, put you out of your misery.

When Bucky shooed you off and told you to enjoy the rest of your night, you jumped out of your chair with a little too much excitement and took Hambone’s hand as he led you out onto the dancefloor. 

After finding a spot, you placed your hands on his shoulders. Hambone, wanting to be respectful, rested his hands a little too far above your waist. You smiled at how sweet this gesture was. 

“Howard, I’m not your little sister. You can put your hands a little lower,” you teased. He still hesitated, so you took his hands in yours and moved them down. His hands feel warm against the fabric of your dress, and it's a feeling so addictive that it only strengthens the not-so-tiny crush you have on him.

“Better?” you asked.

“Better.”

You took this time to take in his appearance. He was wearing his Air Force issued olive suit. His usual floppy hair was brushed back and his mustaches neatly trimmed. Even in the midst of war, dancing at these parties with your favorite bombardier had provided you with a sense of much needed calmness.

The two of you swayed to the slow song the band was playing as you made small talk. You loved hearing the small details that made his day better. Like how his coffee was perfect this morning, or that the mission he went on earlier today was successful. However, he said that the best part of his day was seeing how pretty you looked in your dress and how your smile lit up the room. You had blushed at his last comment, knowing he was generally a flirt, but it had an effect on you every single time. You also filled him in on what happened with Bucky and his unfortunate love life. He laughed when you told him how long you were stuck there for, and you gently swatted him on the shoulder for doing so.

“But really, thanks for the assist. You were my real knight in shining armor earlier. What could I ever do to repay you?” you joked dramatically.

“A kiss should be enough.”

You froze at his answer. You knew it was a joke, but what if he was serious? Was this your chance to finally tell him how you feel?

Hambone, on the other hand, was panicking. A million thoughts had raced through his head. Had he gone too far? What if you never wanted to see him again and he had lost you as a friend, or‒

Before he could think another thought, you took his head in your hands and kissed him. It was a feeling he had imagined many times, but none of those compared to the real thing. He was trying to commit all of it to memory, from the flowery scent of your perfume to the cotton fabric of your dress under his hands. But the thing he loved the most was the way your thumbs gently brushed across his cheeks, attempting to pull him down to deepen the kiss.

When you finally had to separate for air, you searched his face for any signs of disgust or regret. Instead, you were met with that gold-tooth smile that you loved. That smile was dangerous, almost lethal, to the rhythm of your heart, and it made you wonder if he knew he had this effect on you. You then noticed the amount of lipstick that had transferred from your lips to his, making you giggle.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” he asked. He was still close to your face, trying to memorize every freckle, and that crinkle in your eyes when you smiled. He noticed that the scar on your right eyebrow was almost fully healed. He was with you during that accident, even talking with you for hours in case you had a concussion and was told not to fall asleep.

You took your thumb and swiped it across his lips. Then, you turned it around to show him the red pigment. He gave you a hum of amusement, satisfied with the result.

“Might as well get a little more.”

This time, he leaned to kiss you. This kiss is more passionate, almost as if it was fueled by months of pining and stolen glances. He pulled you in closer so that your bodies were flush, causing you to gasp into the kiss. He would’ve stayed here forever if he could, with you in his arms and not a single worry plaguing his mind.

You pulled away from him when you heard the sounds of cheering coming from his original table. Douglass and Blakely were still there, now joined by Brady and Crosby. Hambone had no doubt in his mind that they were gossiping about how they wouldn’t have to endure him pining over you every second of the day anymore.

Hambone walked back over with you under his arm and a grin on his face. More cheers came from the men, along with a few ‘congrats’ and ‘about time’s sprinkled in. You attempted to hide your blushing cheeks in Hambone's shoulder, not aware that your mutual feelings for each other were painfully obvious to everyone else.

“Red looks good on you,” Douglass said as he tossed Hambone a napkin to clean himself up. He doesn’t realize just how much of your lipstick is on him until he sees the amount he wipes off. You look at him with a smirk, almost proud of the way you marked his lips with red hue. 

“I bet it does,” he agrees as he looks over to you with love in his eyes.