#Alex pov fic

[hogans-heroes]

can i ask about the learning curve wip? maybe get a snippet? 😊

Of course! My most beloved wip rn, my chaptered Alex pov. I made a descriptive post about it here and posted a snippet here! (with mini visuals). But I'll give you another longer snippit because I love you and your writing! (Also, as much as I love this fic I've been getting stuck with it lately so am writing other stuff atm. Will get back to it very soon).

Alex’s dad was a psychologist, and boy would he have a field day at Stalag Luft III.

He could practically hear his father’s voice in his head as he watched the guys mill around the camp compound, narrating their actions and picking them apart to gently expose what was inside, for their own good, to study them like wild creatures who in extreme circumstances often reverted back to cavemen, to more raw forms of behavior.

He can’t use his words, his dad would say. Because at some point he tried and tried and tried, and they never worked. “To hell with this,” the brain says, “we’re gonna go back to the basics,” and that’s usually physical expression.

There’s really only two core emotions at the heart of a human. If you keep peeling at the bottom of every action and reaction, every visible emotion, you’ll find either love, or fear. And they’re usually connected. That’s all humans are really made of.

So his dad might have gotten a little philosophical too. At least it gave Alex more thoughts to keep himself busy and not go crazy locked up. It was fun in a way, collecting bits of information and arranging them like a child would blocks. That Bachelor of Science degree in Chemistry and Biology he had earned before the war wouldn’t do him much good if it didn’t at least help keep him alive for the duration. The camp was only a new study he could apply the scientific method to.

So far it had been going well, and every piece fit together in its place. The one thing Alex could not grasp however, that was driving him crazy, was the two majors from the 100th.

Egan and Cleven? Buck and Bucky? John and Gale? Alex wasn't sure what combination of names he should be using or even who was who most of the time, but the names always went together. Not a single person Alex had encountered had ever used the names separately. The way prisoners talked about them, anyone would have thought they were some dual-soul deity the stalag had built a religion around, yet since Alex had been assigned to their barrack room all his careful study of them had only resulted with a handful of pieces that didn’t fit together. Major Gale Cleven “Call me Buck,” with eyes that could pierce your soul like an x-ray and “just” John Egan. Buck, whose impossible gentleness was at odds with his rock-wall presence at the front of his men, and Egan, who treated Alex like a disease though it didn’t seem to be for the usual reasons, he treated everyone that way, walked around with volcanic ash trailing from cracks that Alex wondered if only he could see. What pieces Alex had gathered of the two of them wasn’t the same as what he was hearing from the 100th. The supposed yin-and-yang duo vacillated like a metronome between hostile and devoted and it drove Alex insane.

Pain shot up his leg and he caught himself on Daniels’ outstretched arm, jerking him back to his body moving one foot in front of the other and two comrades beside him, having lost count how many times they had circumnavigated the camp. They were passing their own hut again and this time Buck was sitting on the steps with his nose in a book, his messy hair fallen over his forehead and long fingers clenching the worn cover with more force necessary for a book on native plants of Ireland (Alex had read it the week before). He remained laser focused on the page with a furrow in his brow, scars on his cheeks contrasting sharply with the soft angles of his face, and Alex jumped when Macon knocked him on the arm. 

“Pay attention man,” Macon quipped. “We’re still on for our escape, the last thing we need is for you to adopt some sad-eyed White boy.”

Alex wasn’t sure if he should be insulted, but frowned anyway. “Buck’s my friend,” he retorted. 

“Oh it’s Buck now? That’s a fuckin’ major, man. A squadron commander with more flight hours than actual goddamn birds and you’re calling that Buck?”

“Just don't get too attached,” Daniels interjected. “The less people we trust here the better.”

The image of Buck sitting in the library with his chin on his knees, gentle blue eyes giving undivided attention as Alex explained some fighter plane or science subject made his stomach twist at the suggestion of not trusting him, or even worse, leaving him behind. Alex had spent most of his life being teased for being too soft, too kind, too trusting. He’d gotten himself in a bad spot several times because of that too, so he probably should be more careful, but sue him, he was tired and aching inside and Buck had actually listened. 

[thatonebirdwrites]

When the news came, Lena was in a meeting with Sam and the L-Corp's board. She'd long ago set all alerts for Supergirl to come through to her phone, but ones where Supergirl was injured had been set to ignore all other settings.

The ring caused Sam to jump, but Lena kept her cool. She glanced down at her phone, and felt her veins turn to ice. A brief message that Supergirl had fallen from the sky.

Shit.

Lena grabbed her phone and bag. "I regret that I must take this call. An emergency has come up."

Sam looked at her, her brow furrowed in worry. "I can handle this, Lena. Go."

With a tight smile to her friend and CFO, Lena hurried from the room. She swapped out her shoes, and took off in a sprint. The alert had given her an intersection, but she needed to know if Alex knew about this yet.

Lena: Alex, I'm incoming.

Alex: wait, what?

Lena: Kara, she's fallen.

Alex: The hell? She's supposed to be eating lunch! Was in a meeting. Where?

Lena forwarded the alert's text, baffled that Alex had no idea.

Alex: How close are you? It's gonna take me fifteen minutes. J'onn unavailable.

Lena: Be there in five.

The doors of the elevator opened. Why drive when she could take the helicopter? When her pilot reached the intersection, Lena stared in horror. Someone had what looked like a missile launcher over their shoulder, and Kara laid in a cracked hole in the street in front of Noonan's. So Alex had been correct, Kara had been getting lunch, as drinks and food was spilled across the curb. People clustered in the doorways of the cafe and storefronts, and Kara's supersuit had a burn mark across its front.

Fuck.

"Hold us steady," Lena ordered the pilot. She grabbed a bag from behind her seat. In case of an attack -- considering she had quarterly assassination attempts all the time -- she had some specific weapons in here. One of them was a shotgun with some unusual shells. She flicked through her supplies and decided on a particularly useful set. She popped in the shells, cocked the gun, and threw open the door. The person started to look up, but Lena wasn't giving them a chance to react. She fired. The shots slammed into the person's back and immediately ice formed. She fired again. This time the person fell to the ground as a block of ice. Cryo shells had their use. She reloaded and gestured to her pilot.

He brought the helicopter closer to the ground. "Watch my back," she said, mostly out of habit, though she doubted the pilot could do anything. "And stay in the air. We'll need a quick exit." "Right, Ms. Luthor." He kept his gaze on the controls, his voice coming through her headset.

She jumped to the ground, her shotgun cocked. As she scanned the area, she realized, to her dismay, that another person stood in the shadows of the storefront across from Noonan's, armed with some sort of long rifle. Why the person hadn't fired yet confused her.

Lena aimed but didn't fire yet. She didn't have confidence that her shot would hit before the other took her out. "Step away from Supergirl."

The person wasn't that much taller than herself. Curly blonde hair leaked out of the black beanie, and blue eyes regarded her from under a black mask, their clothes definitely assassin-like. "Stay out of this, Luthor." A high-pitched voice. Possibly a woman?

"This is my business." Lena stalked closer. "Don't think I won't take you out like your friend there." She nodded at the other person dressed in black with a black mask over their face, their eyes closed. Ice was still encased around their lower body.

Lena wished she'd seen the person earlier. Otherwise she'd have fired on them too. Now they were in a stand-off exactly when Kara needed her the most.

"I don't want to do this," the woman in black said. "You're not on our list."

"Then step away now. Don't think I won't fire."

The woman stared at her for a long moment as if sizing her up. Her voice timbre changed to a hint of coy and frustrated. "Why do you care, Lena Luthor? Doesn't your family hate Kryptonians?"

Lena rolled her eyes. "I'm not them." She needed to distract her somehow. At least until Alex got here or Lena could fire the shot without getting hit in turn. "Now, how about you put down your weapon, I'll put down mine, and we'll talk like civilized people?"

The woman hesitated, her rifle moved just an inch down.

That was when the shot came from above. The bullet hit the woman's shoulder, she staggered backward, and Lena took the shot. Two blasts later, the woman was encased in ice like her friend.

Lena slung the shotgun over her shoulder and raced to Kara's side. "Supergirl!" She dropped next to her and felt for Kara's pulse. It was faint, far too faint. "Dammit." She didn't have time to check for injuries. Kara needed extracted immediately. "Riordan, drop the stretcher," she said into her headset.

The helicopter hovered closer, and a side door slid open. The stretcher shot out, swung, and slowed to a stop above her head. She reached up, snagged its side, and pulled on its rope until she had it next to Kara. It took two tries to lift the Kryptonian -- damn, Kara was heavy -- until she had Kara on and belted in securely. Flicking the switch on the bottom of the stretcher, a set of footrests dropped into place.

After she clamped her shoes onto the footrests, she noticed several people had started to come out of the stores with their phones in their hands, likely recording her rescue.

Whatever. All Lena cared about was Kara. "Go," she ordered her pilot, and held on tightly as the helicopter lifted toward the sky.

TO BE CONTiNUED...

[secret-spirit]

Clyde watched from above a tree as the human walked down the streets late at night, it's lurking eyes locked on the human as they enter their home.

It watched from afar how this human was put on constant watch by the people that call themselves the Lankmann foundation, the fools that aim to hunt it down and stop it's rampaging around Eastridge. Their attempts were foolish, hilarious even, thinking back at what happened to that one officer.

Clyde doesn't blame how the human keeps a paranoid eye around their surroundings with it's association with the Foundation.

It slithered through the corners of the house, seeing which windows lead to which room, before settling on a window leading to a living room. Clyde could make out the humans movements in another room, possibly a kitchen.

Might as well have fun.

Clyde began knocking on the window lightly, barely making noise to reach the human. Then it made it's knocking louder against the glass, splitting an amused grin as the human flinched. Clyde hid from the window as the human began to turn around.

It began to head to another window, before looking back and seeing a faint silhouette of the human on the window before they closed the curtains.

Clyde went to another window, this time one leading directly towards the kitchen. It clawed at the window's hinges before it managed to unlock it, pushing it up and crawling inside the house.

It picked up on footsteps drawing closer and closer, Clyde looked at the doorway as the human entered. They noticed it before gaining a frightened look, it smiled in malice.

"You"

It pounced, jumping over the dinner table directly towards the human. However the human moved quicker and dodged it and went towards the right.

The table was spared but the wall wasn't, Clyde making a dent in it as it crashed into the wall.

Quickly recovering Clyde stood up on two feet, feeling the room look smaller compared to when it was on all fours. It looked at the human in the corner, who was holding something in their hand.

As it grew closer to the frozen human, it's attention shifted towards the thing in their hand, a sandwich, looking through the memories of the human kids. It should be focused on eating the human's mind to gain the information it wants but their curiosity took hold.

The human seemed to notice it's focus on the sandwich and offered it towards it.

"P-peace offering?" They said stuttering.

Clyde reached down and grabbed the sandwich from the human, briefly missing contact with their skin. It examined the human delicacy, searching through the memories it conducted that it was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, or pb&j for short with it's sticky texture in-between the two slices of bread.

It took a bite, it's the first time it's ever eaten something that isn't a humans mind, the texture of the sandwich was soft and the chewy feeling was addicting, despite the lack of taste it enjoyed the feeling of eating.

It backed up from the human and went to a sitting position, feeling the room getting claustrophobic with it's height. It ate quietly, munching on the feeling of the bread and the sticky substance that is the butter and jelly. It's eyes flickered to the human as they didn't make a move to run but instead watch silently at the demon.

Before Clyde realized it already finished the sandwich. Looking at the human who now cowered in the corner.

It would've just eaten the humans mind and gain the information it seeked out, but instead it stood up and looked down at the human.

"I'll spare you for now"

Clyde then went to the window and exited the house, leaving a flabbergasted human behind.

[inbucksbusiness]

History, Huh? (Bet We Could Teach Some) by Henrybaby

Teen & Up | Chaptered | Complete | Ao3 | 35k

They’re both teachers. They’re both stupid. They both fall in love over lectures, grading, and early morning coffee (with a little help from some meddling teenagers). Or; Alex & Henry teach at Austin Preparatory Academy and are asked to teach a joint History/English course. They’re the only ones in the classroom who don’t realize their heated arguments over historians aren’t really about what’s in the textbooks.

Competence Kink, Hot History Teacher Alex, Lacrosse Coach Alex, English Teacher Henry, Dual POV, Forced Proximity, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Alternate Universe - Teachers, Miscommunication, Slow Burn, Non-Royal Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Happy Ending

[strwbrryagcd]

for the sake of the wedding

chapter three: wine and dine

M | 3/8 | 5.1k (t: 18.2k)

tags: wedding planner alex, best man henry strangers to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, idiots to lovers, dual pov

summary:

In which Philip is getting married and asks Henry to be his best man. Henry very reluctantly agrees, but what he absolutely does not agree to is being the one stuck dealing with all of the tasks that Philip “simply does not have time for.”

The one thing that his brother did manage to do was hire a wedding planner, Alex, who's not only extremely charming and, well…much too handsome than what should be considered humanly possible but who, for some reason, seems to be doing everything in his power to make the situation more bearable for Henry. What starts out as a bond over their mutual annoyance with Philip and his outrageous requests turns into something completely unexpected and much deeper, and for once, Henry might just have to indulge himself.

or: henry and alex plan a wedding together and just might find love of their own along the way ♥️💍

chapter three of my weddingplanner!alex & bestman!henry for @aroyallybigbangrwrb is OUT!!

read it here

[wordsofhoneydew]

happy hump day!!

hello all<3 today i finally mustered up the motivation to write after over a month of debilitating ass writers block 😭 but i persevered!! and hopefully ill be able to go back to posting regularly

thank you for tag @theprinceandagcd !!<3

here’s a little snip of chapter 2 of ‘i became your device to name and soothe’

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This is what Nora loves most about living with June: the routine of it all. June comes home in her perfectly tailored work suit, and Nora watches her dress down into something more comfortable before finally taking a seat next to her on the couch, sometimes falling into a perfectly comfortable silence and other times with flirtatious banter that bounces off their tongues like an Olympic tennis match.

“You look pretty.” Nora says almost absentmindedly, completely mesmerized by the way June’s hair flows in effortless curls over her shoulders when she lets it down from its bun. Nora is staring. Shamelessly.

June blushes, crossing her arms over her chest. Nora failingly ignores the way the action squeezes her breasts together, on full display by the undone buttons of her dress shirt. She’s so distracted that she nearly misses the glint of gold hoop earrings that hang from June’s ears.

“Are those my earrings?”

June’s smile morphs into a wicked grin. “Maybe. What’re you gonna do about it, huh?” She teases, hooking her fingers behind her ears and clipping the earrings off with such ease.

“Is that a challenge, Catalina?” Nora places her laptop on the coffee table as June begins to inch away from her on the couch.

“Come n’find out.” June winks and then she’s bolting over the arm of the couch.

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[thedeafprophet]

Jamie's relationship to alcohol/drug is a complicated magter, even before...direct influence comes into play. So many factors come into play, many outside their own influence.

The social attitude at the time very much allowed them to be brought into contact with things at a younger age than they perhaps would have otherwise, not to mention how common it was in the social areas and artsy scenes they frequent, back on the surface and on the neath. It was and is practically expected of them.

We've all seen the texts about the bohemian faction after all.

This mixes rather poorly with Jamie's individual circumstances. Trauma and mental illness can make one vulnerable to these things. Combined with the unknown issue of highly impacting ADHD, Jamie leans often into fully unaware self medicating to help themself function in the day to day. A few times becomes habit, a process becomes routine, and they don't even realize what is ongoing until things are far, far too late.

And there's something to be said, for how those who are vulnerable and struggle with mental illness, can often be targeted by those who are predatory.

[cheesecurdsgravyandfries]

a very David Christmas

Three short vignettes.

A little gift to the fandom, wrapped especially in a bow for @inexplicablymine, who is just a gem of a human, if you didn't already know.

Rated General, because I oscillate wildly between explicit sexual content and wholesomeness, with no real in between.

Read here.

Happy holidays, everyone!

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Hello everyone

i am writing the incredibly angsty chapter five of If It Ain't Broken, you know, the chapter that marks the true start of the end of Jaylex's fwb relationship.

these are Alex's thought's near the end of that Chapter, by the way

[quigzahhutt]

A new fic appears!

woahhh a new fic so soon!? crazy i know

i decided to write logans pov of this fic bcuz the idea was just too delicious to deny :)

Title: You're a part of me

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.5k

Tags: Logan/Alex, PWP, phone sex, alternate pov (Logan)

Find the link under the cut!

please enjoy <3

[thedeathdeelers]

Happy Juke Jeudi!

“I didn’t think it would be this soon.” ;)

“I didn’t think it would be this soon!” Alex bursts out as he paces up and down their shared living room.

Julie and Luke watched him, heads moving in sync, with matching abashed smiles on their faces.

“We’ve been talking about this for ages, Alex,” Julie starts, nudging Luke for help. “I thought you were okay with this…?”

“Yeah, Alex, seriously it’ll be fine,” Luke finally chimes in, albeit unhelpfully.

“Fine?” Alex stops mid-pace to stare at Luke with pure terror in his eyes. “FINE?! That’s a whole living being! Another one in this apartment that I will end up having to care for!” Alex’ hands go up higher and higher as he panics, before they flop back down to his sides as he resumes his nervous pacing.

“Alex…” Julie tries again, before getting interrupted by the nervous pacer.

“I guess I should be looking on the bright said,” he says, racking his hand through his hair before fixing his cap back on. “At least it’s not a baby.”

He flicks his eyes towards the cute little puppy sleeping on the floor right by Julie’s feet, a small flicker of warmth filling his chest.

Yeah..they’ll be fine…

That is until he looks back up at the couple sat on the couch, Julie’s cheeks looking darker than usual and Luke’s smile a little too bright for his liking.

“…actually….”

No, he was moving out. Out of this apartment. Out of state.

Out of the country.

[hogans-heroes]

Learning Curve

Chapter 1/? (AO3)

Alex, admittedly, was confused.

He thought he was getting a pretty good handle on prison camp life, but some things—crucial things—still eluded him. Every day since he had been dragged to Stalag Luft III he had been limping around the compound with a leg wound that still wouldn’t heal from when he was shot down, the spiking pain warring with the insatiable urge to keep walking, like if he stopped he would actually be here. If he stopped he would collapse. Since the first shards of flak struck his Mustang his mind and body could not stop moving, racing, calculating, for any shred of information or hint of survival, so he spent his days limping and shaking, gritting his teeth. Categorizing and repeating everything he had learned, examining from every angle.

The guards were predictable once you knew what to look for.

The routine of prisoner-of-war life was lousy but survivable with certain strategies.

The others in his assigned barracks took some warming up to the newcomers, and though Alex couldn’t say he had them all figured out for certain, he could read them well enough to decide they weren’t a threat.

Egan and Cleven weren’t gonna survive the winter.

…..

Or,

Alex tries to make sense of life at Stalag III, but the two Majors from the Hundredth throw a wrench in things.

….

Read on AO3

[actual-changeling]

for some reason I see Ellie as the kind of person that chooses one or two pieces of incredibly ugly furniture and LOVES them. their house in Jackson has an old rug from the 70s that is probably the worst piece of carpet Joel has ever seen but Ellie takes one look at it and declares it her new favorite. he can't throw it out now, although Ellie doesn't actually do anything with it except. enjoy it.

it's big, it's fluffy, it's right in front of the couch and she loves sitting on it when Joel braids her hair (yeah yeah referencing my own post i know), so what if it's ugly? it serves its purpose just fine and it makes their living room uniquely theirs.

[hertwood]

i belonged to you (all you had to do was look at me) (2.9k, girl!Alex/Logan, Explicit)

"I like it when you beg." She hears herself, knows he can probably hear the lust in her voice too. "I can beg." His voice is breathy and wrecked when he speaks. His hands are balled into fists in his lap, and he's still looking at her, eyes as wide and wanting as ever. Like he's waiting for permission.

[thatonebirdwrites]

This just the Superfriends Group Chat.

From Lena's POV. My present to all of you. Please make sure the "Show Creator's WorkSkin" is selected in AO3 at the top of the chapter's page. I've set it up to look like Android texts.

EXCERPT:

[patron-saints]

crawl like a sinner (a riza/lust fanmix)

falling in love with someone who could never love you back is the exact kind of curse lust would wish upon her worst enemies. it is also something she thought she’d never experience.

listen on: spotify or youtube cover art in collaboration with: @amotleycrew

——— tessellate - alt-j triangles are my favorite shape / three points where two lines meet gimme what i want - miley cyrus pleasure leads to pain / to me they’re both the same hatchet - archive you could aim between my eyes and i’d still be yours to have looking too closely - fink truth is like blood underneath your fingernails / you don’t wanna hurt yourself hearts a mess - gotye but i’m desperate to connect / and you, you can’t live like this  hold me tight or don’t - fall out boy when your stitch comes loose / i wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out  piece of shit - wet leg  and you are not in love, but it’s close enough  did it to myself - orla gartland now you're living in my memory / living in my mouth / living in the four fucking walls of my house october - the crane wives take my word, but keep the upper hand / i know you, you're the daughter of a lonely man blood orange - freya ridings could a life be like this, even with you?