#FINALLY my Alex pov fic is launched!!!

[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.

….

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tagged by my adored alex @gothbat99 to do a little self-love moment 🥹💛

rules: post five of your favorite fics that you've written and talk about why you love them. tag some mutuals so they can do the same and we can all spread some positivity about our writing ❤️

✨someone else's favorite song - 120k | rated E - I swing wildly on the pendulum between loving this fic for all that it is and wanting desperately to Fix It, but lately I've felt a lot of pride in this thing, warts and all. I went into this one thinking I was the extent of the audience for it and let the stream of consciousness muscle pull it out of me without much forethought, but ended up finding so much connection to the people reading it who felt seen or understood in some way in their own grieving processes. No matter where I am on the pendulum of feelings about this story, I am never not grateful that my own little catharsis has been able to create a sort of 'not aloneness' every time someone is kind and courageous enough to share their own stories with me in the comments 💛

✨that's just wasteland, baby! - 19k | rated E - I started writing this entirely because at the time I couldn't find any fics that really dived into what an apocalyptic Hawkins setting might look like and I wanted to READ it more than anything. It's so slice-of-life in that world and I had really so much fun building up the rules of the world and the dynamics between characters still in the fight but settled to an extent within a new normal to the point where even Steve can't even remember how long they've been doing it. 'the world ended but we're still going' is one of my favorite premises of all time and this universe is one I'm genuinely SO proud of without any equivocation about it UGH

✨how the light gets in - 29k (wip series) | rated T-E - if there are going to be one million and one versions of kas!Eddie (including my own) there HAS to be a kas!Chrissy and by god if I have to do it myself I WILL. Wheelingham is one of those things that just smacked me in the face one day when I realized the unending potential of taking a fridged girl, bringing her back to life, and making her kiss the final girl, like... COME ON. This series is a labor of love and it's truly such a joy to do a proper character study on two girls who have so much untapped potential built into their psyches. they're my babies I am holding them gently in my hands and never letting go :(((

✨METAMORPHOSES - 160k | rated E - I think of everything I've written for ST, this might be the thing that's most structurally sound writing-wise, like it's long enough that there are definitely spots it could use smoothing, but I am genuinely so proud of how it turned out and how it told the exact story I set out to tell. I love these characters, I love their little house in Indy, I love the ways they grow and regress in tandem, I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR. Never has a vision I had at the start ended up feeling So Right to this extent and I will never stop screaming about this fic just you try to stop me 💚🐍

✨The Hawk - 10k (wip series) | rated T - "The Bear" AU that no one asked for but which I am wholly and completely enamored with only 2 'episodes' in. Another chance at a Nancy-centric story with the added bonus of getting to write so many POVs of a larger ensemble? Incoming Ronance and Lumax and Steddie and Jargyle?? Wheeler sibling dynamic exploration?? it's my DREAM tbh and it's surprisingly simple to slot our ST characters into this wildly different world because you know what! At the end of the day it's all just about family isn't it!!! UGH. Once I'm done with writing (redacted) trust that I will be launching myself back into this one full-force, I've got so many plans and I can't wait to show you all more of this world

(if you've already been tagged apologies but also) tagging! @kkpwnall @fragilecapric0rnn @judasofsuburbia @gideoncharov @figthefruitfaeth @cheatghost @stargyles @capriciouslyterminal @sharpbutsoft @hellsfireclub

[filippoinzaghi]

Director's cut for the shower scene on the Gigi/Rino fic, please?👀👀👀

Way to be direct, I see 👀!

So, let’s see. I had just gotten out of the previous chapter which had obviously drained me emotionally with feels™ (might be my fave chapter with number 6 !). I was crying almost once every day because of finals coming up and that new master degree they compltely fucked up and the lack of communication from teachers. A hellish month tbh and that fic really was an escape to just try to calm down and focus on something else for a little while.

I had basically the rest of the chapters mapped out from chapter 3. Since I decided it would be a 7 chapter fic, linear and a Friends to Lover, I had landmarks on chapters. Chapter 1 served as the meeting, 2 as properly meeting, 3 as being friends and also contrast Rino’s and Gigi’s career with Italy NT while they’re actually the same age (can you fucking believe asedrftygh ! And same month as that ! Should exploit that piece of info next time !) : with Gigi having been precocious, debut in 1997 and 3rd gk in 1998 while Rino mainly played with Andrea with the U23 and pretty much had his debut with him (not the same game but the same year. The amount of games I researched on football database to have the exact dates, games and month the three of them were with Italy, I swear aqzserdtfygh).

Chapter 4 was inevitable. When I saw the progression of my fic, I just knew I had to talk about the 2003 and then the depression that followed since I sticked with Gigi’s POV throughout that fic. And so, chapter 4 was the growing closer part, the first sign they might care more than they think. I had a brief moment of hesitation of putting the first kiss in that chapter but I quickly decided against it as the was neither the right time nor the right place to do so. The focus was essentially on the depression, on recognising that that’s what it was and finally realising he needs help, as in therapy (as seen with that piece of dialogue : “And I can’t help as you need to.”).

So yeah, all these paragraphs (see I can’t stop talking when you launch me), to say that in the logical course of action, the kiss needed to happen in chapter 5. Since I already had the ending (chapter 7 and what a fucking blessing for Sandro Nesta to marry in 2007, t’was the best gift to my timeline !) and obviously the 2006 World Cup indulgement. I also must say that seeing you thirsting for that first kiss after chapter 4 was a pure delight and boost zqasedrftyg. Now, I had no fucking idea how to put the kiss into action, looking at the prompt lists. My only clear point was that “Gennaro” was to be used. If you followed closely, I’ve tried to play on names and how Rino he’s referred to by Gigi as the fic goes on. He’s first “one midfielder of Perugia” and “Gennaro Gattuso” full, matter-of-factly, then it’s “Gattuso” when they have lunch with Pirlo. And from chapter 3 on, he becomes “Rino”. That was also another, more subtler, way to show the evolution of their relationship. So, even though I didn’t know yet how I would write the kiss, I just knew that Gigi would use his first name and not his nickname in the crucial moment (aka… seconds to the kiss, lips only centimetres apart). I thought there was something intimate in play here in using his full first name and not just the nickname as everybody else does, like a secret only Gigi knows of and has the right to utter. Rino didn’t use “Gianluigi”, though but mainly because in the first “Gigi, I…” he’s not yet sure of what’s gonna happen, it’s “Gennaro…” that prompts the whole thing and makes Rino abandon any doubts he may had had still; and in the second “Fucking hell, Gigi…” he’s not really thinking straight (pun intended 👀) obviously and utters the first words he can comprehensibly forms, the first thought that can come out of his mouth. That’s to be made up for in chapter 6 with the use of “Gigione”.

(my god where’s my option to turn that ask into an audio post, it’s beginning to look like a dissertation azsedrftgy)

I chose the showers as setting because I had the first sentence of the fic, looking once again at the prompt lists and I just knew then that would also be my closing sentence after the kiss. The rest pretty much wrote itself, trying to keep up links in between chapters to keep the linearity of it all. The Rino popping in in Turin from time to time and taking the couch, the fact he now has his reserved blanket in Gigi’s home and the “A couple of times, Gigi had woken him up and asked if he could come sleep with him…” was kind of a wink to your (and a lesser extent my small contribution) Chiello/Monto Domestic fluff challenge. Turin and Milan are truly close, after all and I just love the trope of the popping in of one “by accident” (yeah sure) to take care of the other. I also like to imagine Rino on the phone and trying to be all grumpy and threatening to bribe some of the Juve players (mainly Zambrotta (and Alex but he didn’t need that to check on Gigi) who then spread the word to the others) to pop in into Gigi’s flat and have them tell him how he’s doing. It all added to show again how their bond evolved again and the process of them thinking about the other more and more, even when they’re not together.

And so the shower scene (yes, finally zqasedrftgyujik). I just love them, honestly (and I had no idea you did to !!). There’s the symbolic of water washing away not just dirt on your skin but whatever else : here, thoughts, trying to calm down for Gigi and for the kiss, it’s more about stopping to fool around, wash away the masks, the doubts, the uncertainties that comes with the “I might like him a lot but does he like me back ?” and stuff like that. There’s also the nakedness which reinforces the fact that, they’re bare, no place to hide, that’s them in all they have to offer, in their whole honest and truest way. Which is why I tried to make it as much non-sexual as I did (although, re-reading it, I may have insisted on that point too much which kind of spoils it, but I tried and that’ll be helpful to remember in the future). I made the shower booth as small as possible because… Reasons obviously (also, the showers in my taekwondo club are fucking small, I can barely wash my feet without murdering my knees every two seconds, so they were obviously an inspiration). Then I asimply had to use hot shower because a) that’s always more agreeable, b) it fits with the whole “Rino’s energy burns Gigi and he can’t get enough thing, and c) THE STEAM™ ! With the steam, there’s the whole point we already discussed in the comments of blurry lines, ethereal atmosphere that comes into play. It was also a way for me to show it all seemed like suspended in time, as if the steam hid them from the rest of the world.

I must add that I did not exactly meant flip-flops when Rino enters the showers as for me flip-flops are, well… flip-flops with the thing going between your big toe and second toe. But what I actually meant was this kind of sandals which are basically a sole and a strap below the toes (like this) because that was a fucking hilarious image to me and considered a mood-killer/most unsexy thing for some. The fact that Rino joined Gigi was just… Logical. Well, obviously for reasons since otherwise, there wouldn’t have been any kiss. But that’s also the level of comfortable they get with a) the dressing rooms and b) their evolving bond and so yeah, considering the two of them, it’s no biggie for Rino to share the booth, however small with Gigi. I mean… The water’s already hot and running, why use another booth 👀! Also I’m a sucker for wet hair and the glory that was Rino and Gigi’s hair at the time just needed to be wet and highlighted here, that’s all.

Anyway, that got long, sorry (or not) ! Thank you so much for the ask

[imgoldielikehawn]

Run Away: More than can be Handled

Pairing: Jordan P Smith x Woc

Rating: Mature

Part 1 Here

A/N: Here is part 2 of my Jordan fic.. Things are heating up again between Sydney and Jordan...

Alex = Alex Hogh Andersen

Alexander = Alexander Ludwig

The drive to the new hotel was short, I only needed enough distance to finish out my vacation in peace and that would be the end of it.

The staff graciously helped bring my things upstairs to be unpacked and the hotel I was staying at must have put in a good word for me because the room was much nicer than I expected and it was enormous.

After I dropped my final bags in the front I walked in and decided to run a bath. I undressed and slipped into the bath filled with oils for scent and to soften my skin. I sunk down low into the tub and sighed. Of all places for us to run into one another it had to be here.. I rolled my eyes and tried my best to think about something else.

The water soothed my body but my mind ran rampant, I could still see his face when I closed my eyes. “Damn” I said out loud biting my lip and reaching back to grip my neck. He looked so fine, even still. I became momentarily annoyed with myself when I thought about why I was even in this mess. The fool had got cold feet and left me at the alter on my damn wedding day. I have no idea if he tried to contact me because id made sure he couldn’t.

  “I just want to wake a bath and not be feeling some kind of way over my damn ex!” I groaned.

 “look at me, the man already has me arguing with myself.. Dammit J .” I giggled. I washed my body and got out of the bath. The warm water was obviously going to my head.

I was wrapping the silk robe around myself when there was a knock at the door.

 “Be there in a moment!” I shouted. I ordered champagne before I got into the bath and it was probably here.

I slid my feet into my Fenty slides and walked to the front door. The back of my hair was still wet and I felt the small drops of water going down my neck. I opened the door and stood quietly taking in my visitor who was definitely not room service.

 “How’d you find me?” I sighed stepping aside to let Jordan in.

 “I asked your bartender friend. You two seemed close.” He remarked. He walked past me and I could smell his cologne.

 “Of course you did. What are you doing here J?” I asked closing the door behind me.

  Jordan's POV

  The sound of her nickname for me actually gave me chills. Fuck this woman still had me wrapped around her finger. She was in nothing more than a short silk robe and a pair of pink Fenty slides she loved to wear around the house when we were together. They were in perfect condition and I was not surprised she’d always taken serious care with her things.

 “I came to- I don’t fucking know.” I lapsed into a silence.

 “I’m fine Jordan, I was devastated the day you left me there but that was half a year ago. I am okay, I’ve been here the whole time.” She sighed and moved to lean against the large red armchair by the door.

 “I came here to say I’m sorry for everything.” I said.

 “I know you are, I am too. You weren't ready and I knew it, I just hoped you’d get over it in time for our wedding.” She shook her head and a strand of her curly hair came loose by her face.

 I looked up at her in shock, I guess my fear was obvious all this time. I didn’t know what to say in the silence now. Then again I wonder if I ever knew what to say, she ran her hand over the back of her neck like she always did when she was uncomfortable.

 “Sit down.” She said it but the tone of her voice suggested no other option so I sat in the red chair on the other side of the room.

 “What's been going on with you?” She asked.

 “Nothing much, just working and traveling the world.” I muttered.

 “Two of your favorite things, does your new girl know about me?” she asked daringly. She had never been timid about how she felt when we were together and it seemed that much hadn't changed.

 “No, the only person who does is the guy you saw sitting next to me at the bar.” I said embarrassed.

 “Ahh yes, the handsome one.” She quipped settling into her seat.

 “Really?” I narrowed my eyes at her and she only smiled.

 “What did you really come here for Jordan. You could have called I know my “friend” gave you my number as well.” She rolled her eyes and moved to cross her legs. They were long and her thighs were thick as fuck. I wanted nothing more than to be over there in between them but I didn’t know where we stood and there was Sophie to think about of course. Shame is that, Sophie was my second thought and not my first. I stood up from my chair and so did she having every intention of showing me out I'm sure.

   She reached for the door handle and then turned around to face me but I had other plans. I slipped one hand around her waist and the other went behind her head and I kissed her. She melded her body against mine immediately and for that I was grateful. He lips tasted like honey and she smelled like roses. I was bordering on spreading her thighs when she pulled back.

 “Ohh Jordan.. no.. “ She shook her head. Her voice was filled with regret but her eyes were blown wide and I'm sure mine were too.

 “Fuck… I don’t have an excuse.” I said searching her face. Her long lashes graced her cheeks as she looked down between us.

 “Neither do I.” She looked up at me. “ You should go.”

 I stepped back from her, opened the door and did not look back as I walked away.

   Sydney's POV

  I leaned against the closed door and placed my hands over my warm lips. He tasted better than I remembered. I tugged on the curls that had fallen from my bun. I never felt more confused in my life, which was saying something. I looked around the room as though I was worried about getting caught.

Shit, this was definitely a setback instead of a step forward. We’d been in love for what seemed like forever but this … was a mess, this wasn’t love.

 Past

 I graduated from college and Jordan was well into his acting career. My father had never really gotten over his feelings about J but he knew that he was not going anywhere. The walk to the apartment was a short one, we’d moved to LA and I was already working. The bills got paid and we still had fun most days. Being young had its perks I suppose. I knocked on the apartment door and heard the crashing that surely meant Jordan had tripped over the moving boxes again.

 “Baby!” He smiled breathlessly opening the door.

 “Did you run here?” I laughed.

 “Shut up and come here.” He laughed and pulled me inside.

 The nights were always like these. We ate, we laughed and just enjoyed each others company. Most of the time I found myself trying to pick his brain, I just wanted to know how someone as handsome as him could love someone like me. He was much more than handsome though, he was kind and funny. He was easy to talk to and quite understanding.

 He was laying on the couch watching some TV show when I came up and straddled him. I did not waste time with pleasantries either. It was hard to resist him as is and I had no desire to play it up with false modesty. I began to grind myself over his pelvis as he watched with huge eyes.

 “You don’t waste any time do you baby?” He breathed deeply sitting up to pull my chest to his.

 “Not since the day I met you.” I winked and leaned down to plant my lips against his in lust. His strong hands went underneath my shirt to artfully unhinge my bra and under the cups to roll my hardening buds between his fingers. I bit my lip in invitation for his and he enthusiastically accepted. He used his free hand to push my curls from my face as our grind became more frantic. The friction of his sweats against my clit was more than I could handle.

 “Fuck me.. Please Jordan.” I said it in a tone that left little to negotiation.

 “Say it again.” Jordan pulled my hair roughly jerking my head back and left my neck exposed to him as his hips slowed down the pace.

 “Fuck me Jordan… now.” I was panting at this point.. I was close to seeing stars and we weren't even having sex yet.

 “So fucking demanding..” he kissed my neck…….

  Present

 I sighed and buried my face in my hands. That’s the way it had always been between us. We ignited each other and combusted when we were without the other. It was a mess really if you looked at it from a distance. Sighing again I walked to the bed and crashed down on it hoping it was the last time id seen him but also dying to kiss him again.

 “What a vexing thing it is… to be a woman.”…..

  Jordan's POV

   I told Sophie I was going to stay with Alex tonight and she didn’t object. She never did, she trusted me too much. A trust that I had ruined only hours ago. Alex was hardly any help at all in this situation, not only was he young but he believed in love over everything. It looked like I was going to have to call the other Alex..

  When Alexander arrived I let him in looking dejected and somewhat frantic.

  “What the hell happened?” He said his black snap-back backwards on his head.

 “Jordan's fucked up, as usual.” Alex said throwing his hair in a ponytail so he could fit his gaming headphones over his hair without it getting caught.

 “Shut your mouth Alex.” I frowned. It only took a few minutes before I launched into my tale. I told him everything. How I met Sydney, our wedding day. I told him about seeing her today at the hotel and going to see her afterwards.

 “What the fuck Jordan, you’ve done it this time…” He laughed.

 “This isn't funny man, I have no idea what I’m going to do.” I shook my head and took a swig of my beer.

 “well, if I knew you were going to stay away from this Sydney girl id tell you to keep what happened to yourself and never see her again; but we both know that ain’t happening so you’d better tell break it off with Sophie before you have sex with Sydney, because you will have sex with her. I feel like you would have if she hadn't stopped you.” Alexander smirked and tossed his hands up.

I wanted to be mad at him but I knew he was just being brutally honest with me. What a fucking mess I created for us all……

   “What does she look like?” Alexander asked.

I pulled out my phone and pulled up her Instagram, I hadn't been on here in a while and her account was much popular than I remembered.

  I held out my phone and Alexander took it. His eyes grew wide and I watched him swallow and then looked up at me with a grin.

 “Really… you left her at the alter man?” He made a ridiculous face.

 “You should see her in person!” Alex chimed in from over the couch.

 “yeah… Sophie is beautiful but uh… Sydney. Damn I don’t have words.” He shook his head and returned my phone. I had half a mind to like the photo but I knew that was my buzzed mind speaking.

I tossed my phone on the couch and looked over at Alexander and sighed….

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