#hogan's heroes imagines

[fireinthefireproofvault]

Choose Your Fighter, Ladies...Or Perhaps Gentleman 😉

Colonel Robert Hogan

Strengths: ★ Smooth bastard ★ Absolute fiend on the drums ★ Good kisser ★ Knows all the best date spots ★ +1 to arguments because nobody's arguing with a man with brown eyes. Whatever you say beautiful. Weaknesses: ★ A little manipulative ★ Assumes he knows what you want, may or may not be correct Special Attacks: ★ Giving you the illusion of control with his suggestions ★ Somehow making you weak with just a little tease or one-liner ★ Utilizing Little Shit special ability set in private times Corporal Peter Newkirk

Strengths: ★ Amusing you with his magic tricks ★ Pickup lines ★ Good with his hands ★ Those baby blues ★ Persuasion ★ Can sew ★ Arms Weaknesses: ★ Wandering eye ★ Can be a lil sexist sometimes Special Attacks: ★ Always calling you 'love' ★ Uses Safecracker special ability to either hide you little gifts to find or alternatively hide things of yours so he can feel important and helpful when he finds it Sergeant James Kinchloe

Strengths: ★ Intelligent ★ Level-headed ★ Looks ★ +2 argument buff. One for competency and also whatever you say beautiful ★ Pro boxer ★ Electronics expert ★ Bass player ★ Plumbing skills Weaknesses: ★ Some people have a hard time dating someone smarter than them ★ Dry humor can debuff those with the autism special ability Special Attacks: ★ Jack of All Trades special ability means he's sort of OP ★ Great joke/impression timing Corporal Louis LeBeau

Strengths: ★ Excellent cook ★ Great with animals ★ Can sing ★ Can sew★ A romantic ★ Ready to kill nazis at any time ★ +1 argument buff. Whatever you say beautiful Weaknesses: ★ Reaching top shelves ★ Easily provoked into fights Special Attacks: ★ Simping ★ Bilingual special ability means he says all kinds of poetic things to you in English and French ★ Learning to make all your favorite things Sergeant Andrew Carter

Strengths: ★ Chemistry whiz ★ Would be a gentleman toward you ★ No shortage of conversation ★ Cutie pie ★ Learning to knit ★ Likes you for you ★ Will blow up anything you ask him to Weaknesses: ★ Social cues ★ Sensory overload ★ Sarcasm Special Attacks: ★ Autism special ability grants great sincerity and dedication ★ Sharing his special interests and culture with you Sergeant Richard Baker

Strengths: ★ Tall, dark, and handsome ★ Electronics expert ★ Plays the bass ★ Can reach the top shelf for you ★ +1 argument buff Weaknesses: ★ Screen time ★ Backstory Special Attacks: ★ Good at learning what you like and remembering it ★ Seems like he would be good at carrying people bridal-style Colonel Wilhelm Klink

Strengths: ★ Passionate lover ★ Will enjoy the finer things with you ★ Genuinely cares about you ★ Buys you jewelry ★ Tries to act tough but in reality will do anything to make you smile Weaknesses: ★ Easily manipulated ★ Eyesight ★ Violin Special Attacks: ★ Dominant tendencies ★ No escapes from Stalag 13...or his love! Sergeant Hans Schultz

Strengths: ★ Sweetheart ★ Very complimentary ★ Family man ★ Knows the best food and drinks in every spot in town ★ Crafts toys and trinkets ★ Gives great hugs

Weaknesses: ★ Married but if he wasn't would be 100% yours ★ Athleticism ★ Easily bribed Special Attacks: ★ Simping ★ Turning a blind eye when you ask him to ★ Calling you "baby" General Albert Burkhalter

Strengths: ★ High-ranking officer ★ Considers his wife the number one authority in Germany even over the Führer ★ Can get you into exclusive places ★ Probably Nimrod ★ Amusing burns Weaknesses: ★ Literally married but if he wasn't would say how much better off he'd be if he was. Ask him why, it's about a 50/50 if it'll be sweet or a little sexist. ★ Bit of a temper Special Attacks: ★ Being handsy ★ Making a Wednesday night feel like a Saturday night (and that's an order) Major Wolfgang Hochstetter

Strengths: ★ Influence ★ Enjoys dancing with you even if he's still learning ★ Won't let anyone push you around ★ Everyone else with brown eyes got the buff so he gets it too I guess. +1 Weaknesses: ★ A literal nazi ★ Loud ★ Kinda married to his job Special Attacks: ★ Stepping on your feet when you dance ★ Attempts a more awkward version of Klink's passionate lover act thinking he can do it better ★ WHAT IS THIS MAN DOING HERE Colonel Rodney Crittendon

Strengths: ★ Eagerness ★ Gentlemanly ★ Rocks a stache ★ Will wrap his scarf around you when it gets cold ★ Makes you laugh Weaknesses: ★ Unbalanced charisma to intelligence stat ratio ★ Impulsive Special Attacks: ★ Judo (he takes 'special attack' literally) ★ Insists he's a legendary ballroom dancer and intends to prove it with you ★ Chivalry

[benevolenterrancy]

velvet shedding season would not be a good one for lebeau...

[avonne-writes]

Within a few years after their big fight at 30, HS AU Gale gets his dream opportunity at NASA as an astrophysicist, and he and Bucky move from Cambridge to Washington.

This is Gale's NASA ID badge photo:

(Thanks @hogans-heroes for sending me this pic 😄)

I can imagine Gale's colleagues complaining to each other about how horrible their ID photos are and saying that it's always like that, no one ever has a good ID photo. Then, they ask Gale what his looks like, since he’s been pretty quiet on the topic. He just says "it's not that bad" and pulls out his badge with this photo on it. 😆 His colleagues want to strangle him.

Bucky tries to convince Gale to give him the badge once he needs to renew it.

[skyyguy]

13. "Can I touch you? Please, I want to help you." for the Eighteen Aches ask if it inspires you 🥰?

Prompt This took me a hot second, and you can blame @hogans-heroes for this.

He’d been warned, of course, Benny had told him, but he hadn’t expected it. Not to be so bad, anyways. Gale, drinking? Ya, sure, a bottle of beer, a glass of whiskey, maybe. He hadn’t expected to see the bottles lined up, long empty, the half finished, just opened bottle at the end of the line. John bit his lip, studying the kitchen, trying to keep himself contained. It wouldn’t do any good for him to break down, not when it was clear Gale was already doing that. They could only afford one break at a time.

Gale had run out the back door the moment John had walked in the front, and John had frozen in place when he’d entered the kitchen while trying to chase the blond. Marge had tried to warn him too, told him this was far beyond anything he was imagining, but John hadn’t listened. She hadn’t seen Gale in the Stalag, hadn’t seen him on the March, hadn’t seen the way his cheeks sunk in and his ribs burst out, the way the hope and light drained from him within the first 10 minutes of the day until it was never even there as they woke up.

John thought he’d already seen Gale through the worst days of their lives.

He was wrong.

Taking in a deep breath, John turned away from the whiskey bottles lining the counters, the table, pointedly ignored the empty Lucky Strike boxes crowding a corner around an unemptied trash can, and made his way out the back door, following Gale slowly, making sure his foot steps could be heard.

But Gale wasn’t on the back porch. In fact, he was nowhere to be seen. A spike of panic ran through him— and he knew it wouldn’t be the only one— and he grabbed the handrail in an iron grip. Gale’s house backed up to a huge, wooded area, and he knew just how much of that the blond owned. He didn’t know, however, how much of that the blond knew. And that was more concerning. John had always been good at making do if he needed to, but he wasn’t exactly peak wilderness explorer, and the idea of stomping around the woods after Gale didn’t excite him any. Especially because if Gale didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t be.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, John forced himself to release the tension in his shoulders, letting them sag, as if under a tremendous weight. He would have to wait for Gale to come back on his own, and he could only hope that would be soon. John went back inside, looking more critically around the kitchen, finding it alarmingly bare of actual food. Maybe, in the wait, he would try to get some groceries… But he didn’t want to leave and risk Gale coming home, only for this to happen again. He considered an empty bottle for a long moment, weighing his options.

In the end, John himself was hungry, and he wasn’t sure that Gale would come back anytime soon. A quick run into town, to the supermarket, couldn’t hurt. He’d leave a note and hope that, if Gale was back, he’d be calm by then. Finding paper was another story, but once it was found, a note was hastily scrawled onto it, and the paper was tacked to the cabinets right inside the door, John grabbed his truck keys and shuffled his way out, a small list of essentials tucked into his breast pocket.

Gale wasn’t back when John carried the boxes of groceries in, and he sighed, worry clawing at his belly in painful, insistent strokes. It was nearly getting dark, and John had heard how cold it could get in the Wyoming mountains. While Gale’s house wasn’t quite in the mountains, they were a backdrop, and John figured that still applied. Trying not to worry, John started making something for dinner— though his culinary skills had taken a hit with the coma— humming to himself as he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Until finally the front door opened. Shut. The sound of boots, hesitantly, crossing the mudroom, the living room, stopping in the kitchen doorway.

“Hi,” John started softly, blinking at Gale. Gale froze, eyes wide, staring back.

“No. No, no, no, I got rid of you. I stopped… You were gone,” Gale forced out through frozen lips, grabbing the door jamb for support.

“I ‘unno what you’re talking about Buck, but I’ve never been gone,” John replied slowly, getting to his feet. He wanted to close the distance, to wrap Gale in his arms and hold him close, hold him tight, as if by doing so he could fit all of Gale’s broken pieces back together again. The look on Gale’s face gave him a pretty good clue as to how that would be received. He wondered if maybe, this time, Gale was too broken for even him to fix. If maybe, this time, Gale wouldn’t let him try to fit the pieces back together.

“I left you,” Gale whispered, his voice cracking over the words, face falling, as he looked away from John. It felt like all the air was sucked out of the room in a moment. He didn’t need Gale to elaborate, he knew exactly what the other meant.

“You didn’t,” John whispered in reply, taking a half step towards Gale. Gale flinched and John froze.

“I did. I ran. You died,” Gale’s tone was horrified and he wrapped his arms around himself, looking small.

“You ran, because I told you to. I wanted you to, Buck…” John trailed off, watching Gale shake his head.

“I left you. You got shot.”

“You did. I did. But that’s not on you, Buck.”

“Wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t ‘ve left,” Gale argued quietly, looking like he was collapsing in on himself. John bit the inside of his cheek, watching carefully. He wanted to run forward, to support Gale, to keep him from falling to his knees.

“You don’t know that,” John shot back, “goons couldda shot me any time they damn well pleased, with or without you.”

“They shot you because I ran, Bucky,” Gale snapped, though he immediately shrank back in on himself, shoulders raising towards his ears.

“I don’t care,” John replied before sucking in a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose, aware that might not actually be helpful. Gale screwed his eyes shut.

“I stopped drinking, stopped smoking, why are you here?” the blond asked, voice small and scared, and John felt his heart breaking beneath his ribs. Benny had told him Gale had been seeing things, Marge had told him that he was seeing John. He knew, it just didn’t make hearing it any easier.

“Buck…” John started, trying to take a step forward, hands up to try to pacify the other. Instead, Gale jerked back, backpedaling quickly, only to trip over himself after a few steps. John lurched forward, trying to catch Gale, but the blond had gained too much ground and he fell, his head whacking against the edge of a small table.

“Fuck. Buck.” John was by his side in an instant, terror on his face, “hey, Buck, hey, stop, hold on,” he said frantically as Gale tried to get up, “Can I touch you? Please, I want to help you."

“You’re not real,” Gale ground out, trying to shift away from John, grimacing at the pain that sparked through him. He touched the side of his head, his hand coming away bloody, his face paling at the sight.

“Gale,” John said firmly, making the blond flinch, his eyes fixing on John. His gaze was hazy and disoriented, and John was worried he’d hurt himself badly, but he could still see the sharp edge of panic under the haze, and he knew he had to move slow, couldn’t even think to suggest a hospital, would have to make Gale know he was okay before anything.

“John?” and it sounded like a question. John’s expression softened.

“Can I touch you?” he asked again. Gale hesitated but finally nodded— though he winced in pain immediately after. John reached out slowly, wrapping his arm around Gale’s shoulders and helping him sit up, unsure if the way Gale’s face crumpled and tears sprung to his eyes was good or not.

“You’re real,” Gale muttered against John’s shoulder, taking a deep breath in, the warm scent of cigarettes and John’s cologne expanding in his lungs.

“‘Course I am, dove, ‘course I am,” John comforted him, running a hand down his spine. He could feel, even through Gale’s coat and shirt, every vertebrae, every bump, and John grimaced to himself. The others had all told him Gale had never recovered his weight from before the Stalag, but he hadn’t understood just how literally they meant it. When he felt the hot damp of Gale’s tears against his shoulder, John bit his tongue, keeping his surprise to himself. Gale didn’t need that right now.

“I… I left you.”

“You saved yourself,” John argued, not really wanting to rehash it, but willing to if Gale needed it.

“I’m sorry,” Gale gasped out the apology, his voice cracking over a sob, the only indication other than the wetness on John’s shoulder that he was crying.

“Don’t be, dove, I wanted you to.”

“You’re real. You’re alive.”

“Yeah, baby doll. Yeah. I’m real. I’m alive. I’m right here.”

[heretoobsessstuff]

Last line tag/WIP Wednesday

Thank u sm for the tag @majorbuckyegan and also @hogans-heroes for tagging me last week hehe i didn’t have much to post then but i’ve made some progress since and i’m happy to share more “Babe can I call” snippets with uuuuuuu ❤️

(5 times John calls Gale in the middle of the night and 1 time Gale does instead)

Here’s John being a drunk yearning mess:

John stood up, wobbling on his feet as Gale steadied him. Turning to look at him, John noticed Gale was in his regular pants and sleep shirt, smelling like soap and fading aftershave, blond hair tousled like he had just rolled out of bed. His face was stubbled, eyes soft and tired. John swallowed, feeling his heart clench at the sight.

“Came in your civvies, huh?” he slurred, resting a heavy hand across Gale’s shoulders. Gale hummed and braced his waist.

“You look nice. Sleepy. I like it.” Gale gave him a funny look, an unreadable expression passing over his face for a moment before he turned to the bartender, his voice warm yet apologetic. “Sorry for the trouble.”

John didn’t hear what the bartender said next. Didn’t even pay attention to whether Gale paid the tab or not before they managed to leave the bar. Everything around him was blurry and his whole world seemed to be narrowed to Gale. John’s gaze was solely focused on his eyes, his nose, the little freckles under his eyes and over his cheekbones, his plump lips.

Gale had beautiful lips. They looked pink, soft with a subtle sheen, kissable. Sometimes when his mind wandered, he would imagine what they would taste like, how they would feel pressed against his own. John loved Gale’s lips. He wanted to tell him that.

“You have nice lips. Anyone ever tell you that?”

Hmmmmm who to taggg @alienoresimagines @valstarsandgalaxies @amiserableseriesofevents and uno-reverse to @hogans-heroes absolutely zero pressure and I apologize in advance if u have done it already!

[tuttle-4077]

Last line meme

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Tagged for this by @benevolenterrancy -- thanks for the tag!

So I've been writing a lot lately (or, at least, way more than I have this year). Mostly working on Inktober and Hochstetter's Revenge. But, once you start writing and the juices start flowing, it's hard to limit yourself and stay on track. So I've also been writing a post-war story on the side. Like, they just arrived back in England three weeks ago type post-war story. Here's the last thing I wrote:

“Hey.” Kinch stopped dancing and she looked up at him, tears in the corner of her eyes. “We’ve all been scared, and we’ve all made mistakes.” Mavis nodded. “I know. I just…” “It all turned out,” Kinch said and, despite himself, held her closer as he started dancing again. “Just look around. It all turned out.” Maybe it was just his imagination but it felt like, as she relaxed, she snuggled into him. “Yes. Yes it did.”

Get ready to find out just what Schultz knows, a love triangle, and a race against time to save our favourite heroes and guards from a murderer!

Buuuuuut, this might actually have to sit on the shelf for a while until I write some other stories to back it up. Or I can just reference stories that haven't been written yet but are on the docket so when those stories do crop up anyone who has read this story will be like, "Oh, hey, that's what that was referring to." Dunno. I guess we'll see how it goes.

Okay, who to tag. Ermm... @radarsteddybear, @hogans-heroes, @anna-pineappel, and @annieslytherpuff21 (and of course anyone else that wants an excuse, consider this my tag for you to talk about your writing!)

[lieutenantselnia]

Hogan's Heroes LGBTQ Headcanons

I don't know why, but I've been wanting to share my headcanons for these guys for a while now, and since I'm apparently going through a Hogan's Heroes phase again at the moment I finally got myself up to actually write them down (I've kind of wanted to do this since forever I was just lazy🫠 but I also didn't want to wait with posting them until next pride month). I apologise if the tone of my writing changes like 5 times throughout, I wrote them kind of scattered and partly sleep-deprived😅

Mind you that these are just my headcanons, you don't have to agree with them, just be respectful! I feel like some of these are pretty widely accepted in the fandom anyway, but there are also some that I haven't seen mentioned as frequently.

Also I've mainly focused on sexuality headcanons here, since when it comes to gender I still see most characters as cis. After thinking a bit about it I could see Carter as being agender though, in the kind of way that he just doesn't really care about his gender (like upon being asked what his gender is he'd say something like "I'm just Carter. Why does that even matter?"). Also this is more gender expression related but I can imagine that Newkirk at some point discovers he actually enjoys crossdressing, after having to disguise as a woman multiple times for secret missions. I also feel like Schultz would be the type who doesn't particularly care whether he's gender-conforming or not (he didn't really seem to mind when they put him in a wedding dress that one time), he doesn't actively pursue nonconformity, but he also doesn't take an issue with it, all in all he's just really chill about it.

Feel free to let me know what you think of them :) (As long as it's respectful of course!)

[swifty-fox]

last line tag

tagged by @majorbuckyegan

we sleep now with the light on was the project for the dayyy

It’s a little better, talking to Benny nearly every other day. With the train ticket purchased and the date two weeks away. He’s not sleeping but he’s not screaming or biting his tongue bloody but he thinks sometimes he’s losing time, caught up wondering what Benny was doing or Bucky, or Crank or Solly of Johnny Hoerr. He’s gotten a letter from most of the boys who mattered by now, save for either of their Majors which surprises him exactly none.

Cranks working on his baby, Solly’s mailed his grandmother’s crucifix back, and Johnny Hoerr had met a girl already.

They all seem to be doing rather better than Johnny. 

The worst is he’s counting again, and somehow he’s forgotten how to keep it inside. Somewhere at the end, at the march, he’d had the ability to keep it inside ripped away. He counts the windows in the house when they’re out in the yard catching the last warmth of the day, he counts the fireflies in the field and both his sisters comment on it with kind concern. He counts cars driving by one afternoon when he’s meant to be reading but keeps imagining the Stalag library with its mismatched hairs and Buck Cleven’s math lessons. His mother asks him three times before he can respond. 

He wakes up counting from nightmares. Reciting the decades before he’s able to get his breathing under control, rolling onto his stomach and hiding in the pillow until his face is no longer wet. 

tagging @anachilles @stereobone @blixabargelds @feyd-meowtha @hogans-heroes

[hogans-heroes]

https://www.tumblr.com/hogans-heroes/743601634680193024/thinking-about-how-buck-wouldnt-share-a-bed-with

this was my ask and of course avonne took my one little thought and wrote something so beautiful and angsty but also give urself some credit cause ur one little tag (about buck getting sick) GOT ME. imagine bucky hearing from the other guys that they thought buck was like seriously unhealthy cause he always had a cough or a sniffly nose but now he’s like totally fine and looks alive again. and when bucky asks him about it buck is like well it was cold i don’t know what to tell u! bucky might be upset that his anti touching tendencies led to him being sick all the time and honestly i do think bucky would share a bed with someone else if he really needed to. he would obv miss buck like CRAZY but he’d do it, whereas the thought of being up close and personal like that with anyone he doesn’t trust as much as he trusts john makes buck’s skin crawl. anyways bucky might be upset to hear that, but he couldn’t help the part of him that finds it endearing 😅

You are SO right on the money here. Bucky would deal with it but for Buck it’s a hard no go.

“I couldn’t. I just couldn’t, they weren’t you.”

And Bucky melts a little because he knows Buck’s history and his aversion to touch and he’s had a perpetual cold because Bucky wasn’t there and it overwhelms him with love but also sadness. You’d better believe he’s never leaving Buck’s side again and is going to cuddle him within an inch of his life every night. That first night back in each others’ arms is the best sleep they’ve both had in ages and they sleep very late the next morning. No one has the heart to wake them up.

OH MAN a big angst thought just hit.

So when Bucky arrives at the camp he’s obviously in bad shape and goes downhill with his wounds and fever, we’ve been over this a lot. So what if, since Buck has been treading the edge of sick from the cold and no sleep and stress, he crashes too? Now they guys have to deal with BOTH Buck and Bucky feverish and very sick. Buck with a horrible cough and Bucky with his infected wounds etc. The guys try to take care of them but it’s too much and they finally beg the guards for a doctor. They bring in a German one who examines the boys and promptly demands they are brought to a proper local hospital (which did happen with prisoners who were bad off enough). Of course the guys have a hard time letting their majors get taken away by Germans but they don’t have a choice. And the poor boys would be scared in that state too.

[shares-a-vest]

here's to one whole year of suffering from steddie brainrot! does that mean it's permanent if you reach the one-year hyperfixation mark?

"You realise it's been a year, right?" Eddie says, breaking the silence as they look out over the trailer park, now situated one clearing over from the former Forest Hills park, "A year since we met?"

Steve huffs a laugh and leans forward so that Eddie has no choice but to look at his frown.

"Dude, we met way before last year."

Eddie shrugs and takes a puff on his cigarette, "You know what I mean."

Steve hums and shuffles close so he can rest his head on his shoulder, "It's been a long year."

"With me?" he chuckles.

"No!" Steve practically yells in protest, his voice echoing out into the night, "You know what I mean."

Duh. Of course, he does. They both have the nightmares, migraines, permanent scars (some of which match) and the back pain of senior citizens to prove that, hell yes, it has been a long goddamn year.

He takes one last drag before stubbing out his cigarette - an activity he probably shouldn't even be partaking in anymore considering.

Steve coughs, or more, splutters as he tries to unsuccessfully cover it up. Despite it being Spring, a hellhole opening up for a while kinda totally changed the climate of Hawkins. It still feels like Winter and Steve, now a sniffly and sickly dude after a few bats to the guts and an undead vine to the neck, is on the precipice of a cold.

As if on cue, Wayne opens the front door. Eddie swears the old man has developed superhuman hearing this past year as he frets over the two of them.

Jesus, Steve was already living here with Wayne before Eddie was even discharged from the hospital. His uncle hadn't said much at the time but a clipped, "The kid said his parents aren't around" said enough that yes, Eddie will drag Steve back inside if he asks.

"You boys better come in," he insists.

Eddie doesn't remember much of when he first came to live with his uncle. It was all so rushed and he was so overwhelmed with what had happened with his own parents, but he imagines Wayne's boarding-on-overbearing care for Steve resembles that time.

Jesus, Steve was already living here with Wayne before Eddie was even discharged from the hospital. His uncle hadn't said much at the time but a clipped, "The kid said his parents aren't around" said enough that yes, Eddie will drag Steve back inside if he asks.

Wayne lingers as Eddie grips Steve's arm tight and pulls him up off the warn couch. His uncle nods affirmatively as they squish past to step inside and he closes the door behind him.

Steve twirls around under Eddie's arm, bending it awkwardly in a way that makes him grimace - he should really warn a guy!

"Maybe we better go do something, to celebrate?" he suggests, huffing his fringe from his eyes.

He blinks hard. That movement, no matter how cute and fleeting, very obviously made Steve dizzy. Eddie places his hands on his hips to steady him and guides him to his designated spot, the third chair, at the square dining table.

Wayne resumes his seat in his recliner, lounging back with a loud contended, "ah". Eddie looks at the television and rolls his eyes. Tagging along to watch a rerun of Columbo - part of what he likes to refer to as 'Old Man Hour', which also features Get Smart and Hogan's Heroes - doesn't seem particularly romantic.

And, judging by the glint in Steve's pretty eyes, he's expecting as much. Eddie outstretches his hand.

"Wayne?" he calls over his shoulder as he wiggles his fingers, "Steve and I are going out for our one-year anniversary."

"Alrighty," Wayne mumbles, "Wear a coat."

His voice is almost drowned-out as Peter Falk, oh-so-witty in his trenchcoat, quips, "Oh, and just one more thing!"

"Eds," Steve laughs as he scrubs a hand over his face, "It isn't our one-year anniversary either. That's in like, maybe three weeks?"

"You don't know our anniversary?" he teases, knowing they are going to get absolutely nowhere like this.

But it's fun.

He moves his fingers up Steve's arm, crawling and tickling him like a spider.

"Not sure of the exact date, actually," Steve admits, flinching away from his touch abruptly enough that his chair scuffs on the linoleum, "We haven't really talked about it."

Eddie waves his hands as if he's a magician giving a dramatic ta-da! reveal as he sings, "Problem solved, neither of us know for sure. So today it is."

Steve slowly nods, a wide grin sweeping across his face. He dips his head in acknowledgement.

"Happy one-year anniversary of you shoving a broken bottle in my face."

He stops mid-invisible toast to shriek, "You were going to attack me with a boat oar!"

"What happened?" Wayne asks as his chair creaks forward.

The footrest snaps back into place, making the pair jump.

[majorbuckyegan]

First Line Analysis

Rules: post the first lines of up to 10 of your last fics/chapters posted on AO3 or your WIPs and try to draw some conclusions.

Thank you for the tag @joeyalohadream 🫶 (just so happens that I've got 10 clegan fics posted, so here we go!)

ours is just a little sorrowed talk.

Schweinfurt–Regensburg. That was what they were calling it.

in whisper as you come to me.

England felt like it couldn't come fast enough.

come back and stay for good this time.

He went down swinging, John. The words had been ringing in his ears ever since Red had spoken them.

loving you isn't the right thing to do.

If he was being perfectly honest, mail call had never been John's favorite part of the day; even before he'd ended up in the hell that was Stalag Luft III.

another version of me, I was in it.

Running through the forest, John didn't even know where he was.

for tonight, let's love like there's no goodbye.

The war was over. There was a tiny part of John that didn't know how to feel about that fact.

dear, john.

With a sigh, John turned over in his bunk, reaching out to move aside the thin curtain covering the window.

never saw the sun shining so bright. (blue skies part one.)

Looking back over his shoulder, Gale couldn't help the smile that crawled onto his face at the sight of John dancing with Marge's friend, June.

never saw things going so right. (blue skies part two.)

"You need a break. I think the colonel ought to fix you up a weekend pass."

blue days, all of them gone. (blue skies part three.)

Stalag Luft III was probably the closest thing to hell on Earth that Gale could have imagined.

Tagging: @hogans-heroes @avonne-writes @alienoresimagines @moghraidhs @nicijones @ackackh @buckbiddick @c-goldthorn

[savebatsfromscratch]

Imagine if one of the Pokemon blogs you follow suddenly started posting Hogans Heroes thirst out of the blue

Well I've never heard of that but that sure would be something.

[avonne-writes]

Appreciation Tag Game

rule: tag as many creators as you'd like and for each of them, choose a favourite line/art/gif/edit from their work and tell them why you liked it.

I came up with a new tag game, lovelies, to share some appreciation for each other! And in this one, not only writers but creators of any other medium can participate 🥰 I'm tagging a lot of people to start this out, but you can tag as few or as many as you'd like!

@hogans-heroes - The Boy Who Lived

"He didn’t want to die, but he found that now he knew it was happening, now that every breath felt like a year—a new birth, a cold lifetime in his lungs—every second he held Gale was precious enough to make the life he had lived worthwhile."

This beautiful, emotional line made me tear up and think of how we should all focus on the things that make every breath worthwhile. I love that to Bucky, it was Gale.

@swifty-fox - my kingdom for a kiss upon your shoulder

"Him I will always forgive."

I could quote back the entire fic, it’s so packed with amazing lines, but this time, I wanted to highlight this one, because I think forgiveness is one of the most important themes of this story, and with only 5 words, this line perfectly captures Gale’s love and devotion to John as well.

@carnevol - this gifset

I knooow, I’m biased, but I think this is such a moving edit, with the way you layered the march scenes on each other and the barbed wire graphic, plus the beautiful highlight of the word love. I love this gifset!

@rambleonwaywardson - Olympics AU part 2

“Mmm.” Gale takes another sip, lets Bucky stew in silence, as if he has to think about it. Then the corner of his mouth pulls up in that way that Bucky is coming to love, and he says, “it’s good.” So Bucky leans towards him, grabs the hair at the back of his head, and he kisses him. The taste of whiskey collides with notes of cognac and lemon, smokey and sweet. He kisses Gale in a way that he’s rarely kissed anyone else before: gentle and wanting, asking and taking, soft and smooth like a love song. And Gale lets him.

I love how Gale teases him by taking his time to reply, I could imagine it so clearly! And then their first kiss was so sweet and beautiful, perfectly fits the slow, comforting, romantic vibe of this chapter. I really enjoy their chemistry.

@crowthis - this fanart

I think the dynamism of this sketch is amazing! I love how the lines and the way John and Gale's forms are more detailed than the background draw the focus to them. Not to mention how, I think, we all wish this was canon!

If you're tagged, please keep the game going (but no pressure if you don’t want to) 🥰

[beej-machinations]

PBA Canon Character Fic Nominees

To help you choose your fave PBA '24 Best Portrayal of a Canon Character Fics, grouped by name!

I've written my own summaries, centred around the nominated character and which of their traits the story explored.

Voting Round ends April 21st (vote here x)

Card Games, Vampires, and a Very Late Letter by TheSailingRabbit Kinch enters the service while hiding a chronic illness; much later, Hogan has finally thought up a way to help him (It's very UnOrthodox). Kinch & Hogan friendship 👍👍🥲

Kinch in Mama Bear by PicassoPenguin 4+1 story of the times Kinch took care of the other bears. what's not to love? Kinch uses his skills in observation and subtlety to watch out for the crew in both direct and indirect ways.

Carter in A Brother's Bond by PicassoPenguin After the war, Little Deer misses his brothers from Barracks 14. He tells Brown Rabbit about them, how much he admires them, and about the first days when he joined the heroes ( !!! )

Carter in Exit, Pursued By A Bear by pronker Carter has questions. The extent to which the gang humors or suffers him is a delicate balance. I think the author captured his voice well :)

Hogan in Decoration Day by Abracadebra Hogan mourns, then honors, the men that have died under his command. He has to lie to Klink to do so, but that's only natural.

Hogan in Sergeant 'Don't You Sass Me, Hogan' Wilson by whatisthismandoinghere Doctors may make the worst patients, but Colonels come in at a close second.

LeBeau Hogan in Well and Truly Got by Cardinal Rose - (Hogan story, i think this was mislabelled in the poll) Hogan's luck runs out. He tries anyway, but the consequences are unavoidable.

Klink in Klink's Brother by Sam Worth Klink talks a little about his family, both real and imagined. Well captured voice and mannerisms

Klink in Yoga Session by Deepbluethinking Klink discovers that kowtowing to Burkhalter leads to kowtowing in a more literal way, to the dismay of his hamstrings.

Klink in Ashes by LightShiner14 Atypically, Klink goes to church. Childhood memories rise unbidden; and Klink reflects on the irony of attending church in the bloodied present day. There's also a question pressing at him: what does he find within himself? Does he dare examine it?

LeBeau in Operation Mother Hen by Tuttle4077 Lebeau is sick. He's miserable, prideful, and Not Happy with the fuss everyone is making - to the point of driving everyone crazy: until they recruit the best nurse (very cute)

LeBeau in Spring Flowers by Tuttle4077 a poetically evocative piece on how Lebeau witnesses the changes to his beloved Rhineland. For better, for worse, for better, for worse. for better? (the imagery is vivid, and Lebeau's love really shines through)

Uneasy Company by dust on the wind Stuck between a rock, a hard place, a Hochstetter, and more troubles on the way, Newkirk is stranded without any backup. We get to see how he thinks and performs under pressure when the crew isn't there. When he needs to use his lockpicking skills, how can he explain them to the paranoid Hochstetter?

Drop Bears by dust on the wind Newkirk makes a bet with an Australian POW, and ends up taking a different gamble and performing some last-minute acrobatics.

A Deserved Gift by Cardinal Rose Newkirk dreams up the perfect plot for springtime. Most of the crew beg off taking part, because its an unnecessary risk, but regardless the victory is sweet and enjoyed by all. (in wartime, even Petty Revenge requires Pro Revenge tactics)

Cracking the Vault by Sierra Sutherwind Reminded of his younger days, Newkirk gives himself an inconveniently timed challenge - much to the dismay of Hogan and Schultz. They support him, but tbh they had their hands tied, what else could they do? (bonus: Schultz and the OCs in this fic go through some interesting developments, but they arent the focus in this category)

Once Is Enough by Abracadebra Newkirk is recruited as the reluctant accomplice in Marya's latest wild scheme. He shows off his skills at bluffing, snarking, and griping >:) i like how the more stressed he gets the funnier he gets haha

Autumn Winds by Fear-Of-The-Cold Newkirk's attitude toward human connection over the years, as it is influenced by his family and the world. we get to see a pre-Heroes POW Newkirk

The Assassin by lonewolfette9846 Newkirk is given the most important job in the war. And he has to do it alone. He does his best to keep his cover, and in the little time he has strategises his next moves. A very tense story - and that tension takes its toll on Newkirk. I like how methodical and tactical Newkirk comes across in this, despite the mission not being remotely in his experience.

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[belphegor1982]

1, 2, 3, 15, and 20!

Oooh, so many questions 🥰

1. How many words have you written this year?

Oh, I have no idea. I can tell you how many words I have published this year, which is 30,358, but written?? Counting the WIPs, including the one(s) I took from last year? No clue!

2. How many works did you publish this year?

A grand total of five 😅 (work. took a LOT of my time and spoons.) Actually if you look at my AO3 page it's 6, but one of them is a repost from FFnet of a Hogan's Heroes fic about D-Day (which I naturally published on AO3 on June 6th). Since I wrote it 10 years ago I don't count it in the works I published this year.

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

This year? Hmm. Maybe Something to Be Said For Curiosity? It's an E-rated fic whose final tag is "#no pining just friends being intimate and having fun about it". As much as I loathe the frankly acephobic thing of "oh these two are such good friends - they must have had sex at some point", the two characters featuring in this story have held hands, flirted, kissed each other and spooned in canon (their players have been best friends for over two decades and cheerfully call each other "husband" - there's 100% trust there). Honestly, it's not that big of a leap to imagine them exploring each other this way and having fun at some point. I hadn't written smut for a while, which is part of why I'm proud of this story!

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

The one I'm working on right now (or trying to ^^') and have been working on for the past... weeks? I don't know. I turned the whump wheel a while ago and got "high fever", got an idea/excuse for it, and what was supposed to be a self-indulgent maybe 2k word ficlet is turning out to be a 4-part behemoth with Plot Things and different PoVs. The worst part is that I've just reached the actual whump bit and I'm struggling with it, and also cannot seem to find a damn title!! Darnit :(

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Generally speaking? Probably either Fairy Tales and Hokum or my One-Step, Two-Step, Waltz series. (side note: today at the supermarket I heard someone call "Salwa!" and instantly was thrust back 5 or 6 years ago when I was rereading and starting rewrites on FTaH, and after some research picked the name "Salwa" for Jonathan's and Evy's unnamed mother 💜) This year? Uhh... Probably a toss between Friends in Low Places and Sticks and Stones, two 6k words works that took me a long time to write. (Also I reread Friends in Low Places after the latest season of The Legend of Vox Machina came out, because one episode featured a situation very much like what happens just before the fic begins - Grog and Scanlan fall from a big height - but it ends... very differently in the cartoon ;___;)

Thank you!! 💜

[irondad-defensesquad]

Take all your chances while you can

Fandom: MCU

Rating: G

Relationships: Tony & Peter

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker; MINOR - Morgan Stark, Happy Hogan

Summary: Morgan is asking him to read her a story, so Tony checks her bookshelf, noticing there aren’t only regular books, but hand-made ones as well. Curious, Tony takes one of them…

“Irondad and Spiderson”.

Tony feels something in his head. Like a spark. A lightbulb that flickers.

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Since coming back, Tony has always felt something is missing.

Word count: 1.500

AO3

A/N: Yeah, it's an idea I posted here earlier. It turned out to be way shorter than I imagined.

Disclaimer - I did not see No Way Home and I refuse to. DO NOT INSIST.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - past character death, canonical character death, and grief/mourning

DO NOT SHIP TONY AND PETER. P/ROSHIP DNI.

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He’s getting by.

After spending such a long time in the hospital, battling against death yet again, Tony Stark is back home with his family. He was in a coma for most of the past months, unfortunately missing his daughter’s birthday. She didn’t mind and instead they made a super special birthday party when he came home. It was very fun.

If not for one thing missing.

No, someone.

Tony can’t tell how he knows that someone is gone. When he invited people, he knew there was one that he wanted them to attend the most. He knew there was someone he’s been quite literally dying to see again.

And yet he has no idea.

Regardless, Tony lives by.

Until one night…

Morgan is asking him to read her a story, so Tony checks her bookshelf, noticing there aren’t only regular books, but hand-made ones as well. Curious, Tony takes one of them…

“Irondad and Spiderson”.

Tony feels something in his head. Like a spark. A lightbulb that flickers.

It’s him, as Iron Man, flying while the… “Spiderson” is shooting webs next to him.

“Daddy?” Morgan calls him.

He stares at the cover intensely.

Only for him to realize that this is probably a character Morgan created.

“Oh, I just found this comic of yours,” Tony smiles, trying to ignore the spark inside him. “Irondad and Spiderson.”

Except Morgan frowns as well.

“I didn't draw that,” she says.

The spark grows bigger.

“Wh… What do you mean?” Tony questions. This doesn’t make sense. “It has your name in it, see?”

Even as he gestures at it, Morgan only shakes her head with conviction.

“Nope. Never saw that in my life.” Although saying it kind of dramatically, she’s very serious.

Tony opens the comic, the first page introducing Iron Man and…

Spider-Man.

“Your friendly neighborhood hero that always saves the day. But he gets in a lot of trouble, so Iron Man has to take care of him. The two grow closer and they become like a dad and his son.”

Tony didn’t realize he said that out loud.

“Read it! Read it!” Morgan says excitedly, maybe enjoying the premise.

Despite the millions of questions in his head, Tony clears his throat and begins.

Peter Parker, also known as Spider-Man, is a regular teenager who lives with his Aunt May. He was bitten by a radioactive spider that gave him spider powers. One day, all of a sudden, Tony Stark arrives at his home to offer him to fight by his side, since he sees great potential in him. Their first fight is against… Captain America. They didn’t win, but Tony wants to keep in contact with Peter. The kid begs him to be an Avenger, so much that he messes up a lot and he loses his suit. Then, Peter proves himself to be a true hero by fighting a super villain named The Vulture with nothing but his homemade resources. And he also proves to be humble when he declines becoming an Avenger when Tony offers him. Despite this, Peter and Tony remain in contact, and might even grow closer beyond the superhero life.

The comic ends there.

“I liked it!” Morgan says.

Tony, he…

He…

“Daddy, are you crying?”

Is he?

He only realizes that when a tear falls on the comic.

“Oh,” Tony dries his eyes, except more tears keep coming. “I- I don’t know why I’m–”

Regardless, Morgan has scooted closer to him to wrap her small arms around his neck.

“It’s okay,” she whispers. “It’s gonna be okay.”

The comic falls from his hand, landing on the floor.

Tony is shaking so much.

Why?

Why is he?

Why does this emptiness hurt ?

He finds out there are more Irondad and Spiderson editions Morgan made. Quite a few.

They’re filled both with action-filled plots and slice of life moments. Like Peter and Tony watching movies together. Going to the lab to update their suits. Spending time with the bots. Times when Peter nonchalantly dismisses his wounds so he doesn’t worry Tony.

All of these comics, they…

They’re so familiar .

Somehow.

Because he knows Morgan wouldn’t come up with such… specific stories involving her dad. Sure, his daughter is extremely creative, as most children are. But there’s also the fact Morgan doesn’t recall drawing these comics in the first place. Pepper doesn’t remember seeing her making them, either.

Something is wrong about all this.

It’s like Tony is being haunted by a ghost. A ghost named Peter Parker.

A rather familiar sensation, too.

He even checks his files, just in case. But there’s… nothing. Like a great portion has been removed without notice. F.R.I.D.A.Y didn’t detect any anomaly that could’ve sniped them.

He only reaches more dead ends, no matter how hard he tries.

It doesn’t make sense. Why can’t Morgan remember? Why can’t Tony remember?

Why–

His phone is vibrating in his pocket.

Happy.

Tony hasn’t heard from him in a while, since the party.

“Oh, hey,” he picks it up. “Were you taking another vacation from me?”

Happy laughs. “I wish.”

“Hey,” Tony pretends to be offended.

“No, really… a lot has been going on.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, I’ve been busy taking care of this kid.”

Tony frowns. “Kid? You have a kid?”

“No, not that kind of kid, Tony.”

“Then what kind of kid?”

“He’s… someone’s nephew. I knew this woman named May, who unfortunately… passed away recently. She was the one who raised this kid, and he doesn’t have any family left, so I’m looking after him instead.”

Tony’s inner lightbulb flickers again.

May.

Aunt May.

Who has a nephew…!

“Happy,” Tony says seriously, “what’s the kid’s name?”

“Oh, his name is Peter. Why?”

“His name is Peter Parker?”

“Yes, Tony. Do you know him?”

He stares at Morgan’s comic in his hand, staring most specifically at the panel of Peter and Tony’s first meeting.

“Is he there with you?” Tony asks.

“Wh- yes, he is.”

“Okay. I’ll be there in five.”

“Wait, Tony–”

He hangs up immediately, leaving the comics and questions behind for his loyal Iron Man suit. He makes sure to text Pepper to let her know where he’s going.

Indeed, he arrives in five minutes at Happy’s apartment. Tony barely gives him any mind, instead looking for the kid.

“Where is he?” He demands.

“Tony, you’ve got to tell me what’s going on,” Happy stops him. “Do you know Peter?”

“I think… I do.”

Seeing the pain in his tone and his eyes, Happy’s expression softens.

“Just… go easy on him. He’s in a rough shape. After everything that’s happened to him…”

Maybe that has to do with why everything is wrong. Why everything seems empty.

Happy is guiding him to a room with a closed door, not before he knocks on it.

“Peter?” He calls. “Someone wants to see you.”

They both wait.

Eventually, they hear slow steps coming to the door.

And it opens…!

Revealing a teenager whose curls are completely messy, his brown eyes are exhausted and heavy, and he looks… sick. As in, mentally sick.

Still, Tony can tell the kid also has a lightbulb in him since he seems to brighten up with his presence.

“M-Mr. Stark,” Peter says with emotion .

Peter knows Tony.

He knows .

He even looks like he’s going to cry at any moment.

But…

Instead, he forces a smile and offers a hand to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Peter says.

Tony stares at his hand.

Then at his face.

Peter looks broken.

So…

Tony hugs him.

As tight as he can.

“Mr. Stark?!” Peter blurts out.

Hugging him…

Is familiar, too.

It’s warm and precious.

It’s warm like all the hot chocolates they drank together. Like the laughter they shared during movie nights. Like the moments of comfort after bad days and harsh battles. Like their first hug in five years.

Tony sniffs.

“I remember, Peter,” he whispers. “I remember you.”

The kid freezes.

“Y-You… remember me?” Peter’s voice is tiny and watery.

“I do.”

Peter loses it.

He’s crying like never before. Like he has held this inside him for too long.

“I’m so sorry, Peter,” Tony says, despite not knowing what happened for his kid to be in such a state. “I should’ve been there for you.”

“I-I-I’m sorry,” Peter sobs. “I’m so sorry, I’m…”

“Shhh…” Tony rubs his back. “I’ve got you, Pete.”

They refuse to let each other go.

“I m-missed you,” Peter says.

“I missed you, too…” Tony pauses dramatically “... my Spiderson.”

Peter snorts. “What?”

“What?”

“That’s so dumb,” Peter giggles.

“I know you like it.”

He only faces Peter again to see him smile.

“Yeah,” the teen sniffs, his face a wet mess.

Tony smiles back, content.

He found him.

He found his lost son.

Now, whatever happened, he’s not sure how they’re going to deal with it now. What he’s sure of, is that he’s taking care of his kid again.

Like Irondad once did.