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Lost In Zero Gravity (P.6)

Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Six) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers. Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 3,632 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior Author’s Note: Drug use in this chapter specifically!

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“You did not handle that well,” Tony said irritated, adjusting his suit as he settled back in the seat in the back of the SUV as the driver took off.

“Sue me!” Steve snapped. “She was a bitch.”

“Yeah, well, you were impulsive.” Steve gave Tony a pissed off look. “Really, it’s not like you. That’s my schtick. What’s up? What’s wrong?”

Steve chewed on his cheeks looking out the window. Tony leaned forward to try to catch his gaze. “Hey. Talk to me.”

With some difficulty, Steve breathed, “Cecile lost $200k on a bet.”

“What?” Tony asked, unable to mask his shock.

“Yeah,” Steve said throwing his hands out. He shrugged, giving a wry laugh, “She just texted me. Right before we got here. Fucking stupid.” He shook his head angrily, punching his thigh. His voice shook with his anger, “This is why I told her to stay the fuck out of gambling.”

“Fuck,” Tony said under his breath, tapping his fingers on his leg.

“Yeah, ‘fuck’ is right! That’s not chump change! You know, maybe if she wasn’t drunk half the time, this shit wouldn’t happen!”

Tony hesitated for a few moments before clearing his throat. “As terrible as that news is – because fuck me, I know that’s gonna dive into my funds too – but how about next time you’re already on edge, maybe let me know so I can handle the situation? Especially one as delicate as that?”

“I don’t need a damn lecture, Tony—”

“No, no, you do!” Tony interjected. “Do you remember what you just did? Grabbing Y/N like you did? Has it completely slipped your mind what recently happened? I mean—”

Steve hit the door and shouted, “Goddamnit, Tony, I know!” Happy eyed the two of them through the rearview mirror, gauging the situation. Tony shut his mouth, his eyes piercing Steve across the seat. Taking a shaky breath, Steve dug his fists into his legs. Calmer now, he said, “I know. I know. I’ll… apologize. Do something to make up for it.”

“Don’t let your marriage shit leak into this,” Tony told him firmly. Steve clenched his jaw and Tony said, “I’m fucking serious.”

<><><>

Tony was true to his word. He came back in the evening around 9:45pm, calling out for you when he closed the door. You were lying down on the bed and threw the covers back. Coming down the hall, you straightened out your top, smelling some hot cooked food.

You walked into the open kitchen, seeing he was taking food out of a bag.

“You eat yet?” he asked, not looking at you yet as he started opening containers. Without missing a beat, he went on. “Dumb question. I know you didn’t. Unless you just filled up on apples. Terence and Daryl said you didn’t order any groceries or food delivery. So… I got us burgers. My favorite.”

He was keeping an eye on you, that was plain.

Noticing you still had not come closer and he looked up, popping a few fries into his mouth.

“I like nightgowns,” Tony commented, running his eyes over your outfit.

You hesitated for a moment, debating about going back to your bedroom and slamming the door. You had had enough of their attitudes for the day, but Tony gave you a quick, playful smirk. He was just teasing. You relaxed, coming up to the counter.

“I like shorts. They’re comfortable,” you retorted.

“Hmm. The biggest tug of war for women. Sexy or comfortable. Well, it is your place so you can do whatever you damn well please, right?” He winked at you and dug back into the bag. “Got you some champagne. Thought we could celebrate your new place.”

He shoved your burger and fries towards you and went to the fridge. “Shit. We forgot ketchup. Good thing I asked for some.” He returned back to the counter and pulled some ketchup packages out of the bag, tossing them on the counter. The champagne bottle was back in his hands.

“Thanks,” you said picking up a few fries, eating them.

“Of course. Don’t want you to starve. Also… sorry about Steve earlier,” he said, popping the top off the champagne. He swiftly brought it up to his mouth to catch the overflow. He caught you looking at him and he shrugged. “Just thought I would apologize for him since he’s not here to do it himself.”

“Hmm,” was all you said as he moved past you to grab glasses.

Tony placed two glasses on the counter, his shoulder brushing yours. He poured two half full glasses and slid one towards you. You picked it up and he smiled at you.

“To your new place.”

“My new place,” you returned.

Glasses clinked and the two of you took a long drink.

Tony dug into his burger, taking a large bite. He let out a pleasured moan.

“Looks like you enjoy burgers more than sex,” you commented, picking your own up and taking a bite.

“That could be argued,” Tony admitted.

The two of you ate quietly then, Tony refilling your champagne glasses in between. He was making far more progress than you. You began wrapping up your burger but stopped under his gaze.

He eyed your half-eaten burger and your shoulders slumped, admitting embarrassed, “I did eat a couple – a few, actually – apples.”

Tony let out a sharp laugh, “Wow, you really are that stubborn. I’m impressed. Want me to put this in a Tupperware for you?”

“Yeah, okay.”

He went to work to put it in the fridge for you. “Seriously, order some food. Fruit is good for you but damn, you need some sustenance.” He turned back around, and his eyes fell on the champagne bottle. He shook his head and said, “I’ll put that in the fridge too. You can have that later. I do gotta get back home.”

“So soon?” you asked, pouting. If they wanted to earn trust from you, you knew the easiest way to do that was being as available as possible. You knew how to speak to men like them. “You don’t want to relax before you go back home?” You pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the counter, your breasts free.

“You’re trying to stall me,” Tony stated, pointing at you, finishing the last part of his burger. With a full mouth, he stated, “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your top back off the counter. Tony was there in a second though, yanking it from your hand. His lips crashed into yours, his hands roaming freely. You laughed against his kiss, pulling away. He tried to snatch you back, but you danced away, going towards the couch.

He shook his head following you, “You are really being a tease. And I am really full. I don’t feel like a chase.”

“Well, I’m only going over here,” you said gesturing at the couch behind you. “All you have to do is sit.”

His smirk was salacious, coming over at his own accord. He enveloped you back to him by the couch, pressing you up against the back. It shifted a few inches and you laughed, “You need to be careful.”

“I could tell you the same thing trying to get me riled up like you are,” he growled. He forced the two of you to walk around the back and the arm. He flopped onto the couch, freeing his dick from his pants.

Coming to your knees, you took him in your mouth. Tony chortled and it strangled as you sunk to his base, your tongue swirling. His hand came up to hold you there, bucking further into your throat. You struggled to keep yourself from gagging, relaxing as much as you could as he used your throat. His head brushed the back of your mouth repeatedly and you opened for his silken length until you could not handle it.

You gasped for air when you came back up and locked eyes with him. He nodded fervently, encouraging you. You licked at his tip, making him buck slightly. Another lick before you slowly swallowed him back down halfway, coming back up. His hand came to cradle you behind your head, his fingers pressing in to encourage you to go faster. You obliged him, your hand moving to play with his balls. He groaned against the sensation, bucking towards you.

Pulling away suddenly, you drew a disappointed sigh from him. Your other hand came to play with your sex that was already wet and ready; you loved giving blow jobs.

“Still no protection?” you teased.

“Fuck it, come on up here,” Tony gestured with both hands impatiently.

His cock slipped inside you, your arms hooked around his shoulders. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back. As usual, he did not leave you wanting. His hand came down to play with your clit when he felt he was getting close. You left him space to work, and he thrusted deep.

“Come on, come on, baby,” he panted.

He came down first, twitching. You forced his hand to your clit as he tried to relax, and he groaned but obliged you now. It only took a few moments before you came tumbling down after him. His hand fell limply to his side.

“Thank you,” you breathed, your foreheads touching.

He laughed, his hands coming back up to grip your sides and pull you closer. He kissed the tip of your nose affectionately. When he patted your ass, you took the hint and crawled out of his lap, standing bare in front of him. He took you in, smiling in approval.

“Dinner and sex. I knew this apartment was a good idea,” He said, zipping his jeans back up. He got up from the couch, straightening his clothes out. His eyes ran over your body again and he smirked briefly. “You just seem to know when I need release.”

“It’s kind of my specialty,” you retorted playfully.

Tony chucked you under the chin and then said, apologizing again, “I really am sorry about Steve’s outburst earlier. He has shit going on at home that he didn’t care to share with the class. He’ll get over it. Promise, sweetheart.”

“Hopefully with a better attitude the next time he visits.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Tony agreed.

You stopped him before he went for the door.

You shrugged sheepishly and asked, “Can… I get a pet? To keep me company?”

Tony stared at you for a few moments before shrugging in return. “As long as it’s a cat. I like cats. And you need to tell me when because there’s probably some stupid pet deposit and pet rent. Gouging you for every penny they can.” He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching yours. “Do I have permission to leave yet? Or do you have any other sexy schemes up your sleeve?”

You pecked his lips and said quietly, “The cat was the icing on the cake.”

He pecked you back and said, “Good. I’ll see you soon.”

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The next morning, you got out of the shower, wiping yourself down with a towel. Your robe was waiting on the counter and you wrapped that around yourself when you were dry, hanging the towel back up on the back of the door.

You froze then, hearing someone walk into the apartment, the door closing. You listened intently.

“Y/N, it’s me,” you heard Steve call from down the hall.

Relaxing realizing it was not an intruder, you tied the robe before leaving the bathroom.

Coming into the living area, you saw he was placing a bag on the counter. You approached cautiously.

“What’s… is something wrong?” you asked. You only asked because it was 7:30am.

Steve shook his head moving towards you and you faltered, shrinking away from him slightly. He stopped, exhaling sharply. “No. Nothing is wrong,” he said tightly. “I brought you breakfast. Tony said you hadn’t ordered groceries yet. It’s waffles and eggs.”

He turned away from you, going towards the cupboard to grab a plate. He started serving you up a plate and you came up to the counter, watching him. He fetched you silverware and pushed the plate towards you before making himself up a plate. He looked like he had barely slept.

“Thank you,” you told him.

Before he even took a bite, he apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to act like I did yesterday. I felt like shit about it afterward, not that that excuses it. But really. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to get physical. I don’t have an excuse for that. Especially knowing your past.”

You did not actually expect him to apologize for it; that was new. And he seemed sincere. You swallowed the waffle you were chewing slowly. You shrugged, “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not but I appreciate you saying so,” Steve returned.

You took another bite and then asked, trying to extend an olive branch, “Wanna watch something while we eat?”

Steve gave a little laugh, “That’s… that’s actually what I came over here to do.” You furrowed your brow and he explained, “Just wanted a calm place to veg out and watch some TV. I thought here was better than other places right now. Choose something.”

“Fine,” you said, holding up one finger. “Broad City. It’s based in NYC and it’s about two girls in their twenties who just have crazy ass adventures. Or,” you emphasized, holding up two fingers. “What We Do In the Shadows. Also, NYC but it’s vampires. But it’s The Office style.”

“I just finished that,” Steve said.

“It’s a classic.”

“So I was told.”

“Did it live up to expectations?”

“Sure did.”

“So, do you want comedy one with two girls that’s super cringe but hilarious. Or four vampires – one is an energy vampire, not traditional – but it’s also cringe?”

Steve contemplated for a moment and said slowly, “The girls.”

“Of course you pervert,” you said, smirking, picking up your plate and moving towards the couch.

Steve followed you, sitting on the couch beside you as you pulled it up on Hulu.

You started him proper on the series premiere and the two of you ate, Steve going for a second plate. The man could eat. He was actually enjoying it and you made it through three episodes, plates long discarded on the coffee table, before he leaned back on the couch, looking tired.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just didn’t sleep well. The food isn’t helping either.”

“That’s called a food coma.” He chuckled at that and you said, “I’m serious. I have it happen all the time.”

“I’m probably gonna pass out,” Steve admitted.

“I’ll be quiet,” you assured him.

He patted his lap, and you cocked an eyebrow. He beckoned you and said, “You can lay here with me and be quiet.”

You had had this happen before – it was rare, a man just wanting to cuddle with you. But you did as he requested, lying your head on his thigh. His arm laid across your chest, his fingers delicately playing with your side. The episode rolled on and at the change in episodes, you heard him softly snoring. You did not dare move. Truth be told, you had not slept well either and you ended up dozing off too.

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You awoke to the jangling of keys. Groggily, you sat up, your movement stirring Steve from his slumber. You blinked, seeing Tony walking into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. He was carrying grocery bags and he stopped for a moment, eyeing the pair of you, before he went to the island, putting the bags up on it.

“Taking a nap already? It’s only noon. Which means lunch time. Good to see you have actual food here,” Tony commented sarcastically, gesturing the bags he brought. He began putting things away in the fridge and cupboards.

You stretched, saying, “I just need someone to cook it for me. I’m tired right now.”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree. I’ve tried to cook food for the missus, and she’s blacklisted me,” Tony responded, much to your amusement. “How about we order French? That’ll be safer. I’ve been craving escargot.”

“Ew?” you said, lying back down on Steve’s lap, and Steve nodded in agreement.

“Oh fuck off, you both like clams,” Tony called over his shoulder.

“Clams are not the same as snails,” you pointed out.

“They’re just land clams.”

Steve and you locked gazes, the two of you frowning at that statement.

“Shit, he’s right,” Steve admitted.

“You’re goddamn right that I’m right. Just because the two of you are uncultured swine,” Tony said, coming around the couch and gesturing for you to lift your legs. You did as he asked and he sat down, pulling your legs back over his lap, his cell phone in hand.

“Is there linguine at this escargot place? Because I’ll take that,” you offered. “Shrimp. Specifically.”

“That’s Italian, Y/N,” Tony replied, scrolling through his phone.

“Then can we get Italian?”

Tony shot you a look but smirked quickly after. “You got it,” Tony stated, his thumb pressing on something on his phone. He was ordering real time.

“Breadsticks…?” you ventured.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, those too. And I’ll take spaghetti and meatballs.”

“You’re just… boring,” Tony muttered but he went to work anyway to order the food.

You stretched out your limbs and rolled back onto your side to grab the controller for the console. You pressed play on the show again, cuddling up amongst them, anticipating the food. It was weird for sure, relaxing like this between them. But they had got you here in the first place and all you could do was follow their lead. It felt intimate though.

<><><>

Tony left midafternoon after the food had settled, claiming that he had taken a long enough lunch break, leaving you and Steve again.

You walked back from the bathroom, finding Steve standing next to the window and the unmistakable smell of weed emanating from where he was. He heard you walking up and turned back. He saw you staring at the lit joint in his hand and he shrugged sheepishly.

“I don’t have anything to do today,” Steve responded, taking a puff off the joint.

“Isn’t there a no smoking policy?” you inquired, coming closer. “And can’t you not get drunk?”

“The window’s open,” he said gesturing at the open window. You smirked and he shrugged, holding it out to you. “You want a hit? And alcohol acts different in the system, dove. THC definitely does the trick for me.”

You closed the distance to him, taking it from him and wrapped your lips around it sensually, taking a long drag. You held it in before exhaling slowly.

“Professional,” Steve smiled.

“In a lot of different things I suppose.”

You held it back out to him, your other hand came down, running down his chest, caressing.

“You seem on edge,” you whispered.

He smirked, taking the joint from you. “That’s what the weed is for.”

“You sure I can’t help?”

His eyes flashed at the insinuation, taking another long drag. He exhaled his smoke out the window in rings. He held it back to you and you took another hit. He looked around and you followed his gaze. “Shit,” he muttered. “Wanted to save half for later. Didn’t think that through without an ash tray.”

You left him to finish it, going to grab a glass bowl out of your cupboard. You held it out to him, and he rose his brows. You shrugged, “What? I can put it through the dishwasher.”

“I suppose,” he admitted, coming over and gently putting it out. You placed the bowl on the counter as he said, “But, yeah. You can help since you mentioned it.”

Steve picked you up, your legs wrapping around his hips. You loved how strong he was, that was a perk. His kisses were ravaging, sucking earnestly at your jawline, neck, and lips as he carried you down the hall to your bedroom. He tossed you back on the bed and crawled on after you. He was earnest, his touch desperate. He was kissing every part of your body that he could.

The two of you undressed each other, tousling around on your comforter. Steve entered you with ease, the two of you lying on your sides. He nipped at your earlobe as he drove himself up into you, his hand caressing and squeezing at your chest.

You ended up on your knees, his hand pressing at the small of your back. You arched your back for him, letting him dive deeper.

“Just like that Cecile,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming shallower as he got close to release.

That drug you from your high immediately.

Who the fuck was Cecile?

You lost the rhythm and Steve came without you, his hands gripping you tightly.

He rolled off of you, breathing heavily. It did not seem to register with him what he had done. It was not the first time a man had called you by a different name mid-sex, but Steve had never.

Pushing past the disappointment of not coming and the uncomfortableness you felt, you turned over and he drug you to his side, holding you there as he steadied his breathing. Your hand laid on his chest, rising and falling with his breath.

“That was good, dove,” he exhaled, looking relaxed. His eyes were definitely red, high as a kite. “I think I might actually get some good sleep.”

“That’s good,” you said softly, tracing slow circles on his chest. You hoped you would fall asleep quickly too to avoid overthinking about what had just happened.

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Forever tags: @coconutqueen21 @undecidedsworld

Fic tags: @icant-hangout-imdrumming @oceaniamaddness @multifandom-superlover @imsonick @holl2712 @here4thefanfics

#tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark!tony stark #dark!steve rogers #dark marvel #dark marvel fic #dark steve rogers #dark tony stark #my shit

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veliseraptor · 4 years ago

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got tagged for two fic writer memes yesterday! the one from @ameliarating first:

How many works do you have on AO3?

509.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

3,432,24. dang! that’s a lot of words

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I have written for...counting the MCU as one fandom, on AO3 I have written for 32 fandoms, including at least one work in:

MCU, The Sillmarillion, Caliban Leandros, both DC and Marvel Comics, the book Barebacked by Kit Whitfield, Doctrine of Labyrinths, Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Star Wars, Black Jewels, Dragon Age, Lucifer, Dexter, Temeraire, Gentleman Bastard Sequence, Supernatural, A Song of Ice and Fire, Greek Mythology, Lymond Chronicles, Merlin BBC, Code Geass, Good Omens, Death Note, and White Collar.

this is not a comprehensive list of every fandom I’ve ever written for, because it is not including ones that live only on FFN or Livejournal.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Life In Reverse tops the list (11066), aka my 200k Loki-centric post-Thor AU fic that I wrote between 2012 and 2018 and with which I have a decidedly complex relationship at this point. I love it but also I no longer think it’s my best work but also I credit it with teaching me a fuck of a lot about writing and writing longer projects in general.

With Absolute Splendor is rapidly catching up, to my astonishment (6559), despite having been posted for less than half as long. Aka the wedding planning fic that’s really just me mucking about in my Jiang Cheng and my Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian feelings, at length.

some good mistakes (4618) was my first foray into the Untamed version of “characters who hate each other going on resentful roadtrips together, feat. Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng.” I have gone on to write others and will continue to write more.

Unraveling (3069) is a little bit of a surprise but also not - it was originally just sort of WWP stuff for my ‘what if people remembered that blunt force trauma is a really bad thing actually’ problem that pops up sometimes, re: Loki at the end of The Avengers, and then it kind of turned into a whole thing. I personally think it’s the weakest of the installments of the series it belongs to, but it is the first one and also the one that gets least into the broader family dysfunction and depression stuff that probably is less everyone’s thing (but is what came out this fic that mattered more to me, personally).

I am a little surprised to see Steve Rogers’ Halfway House for Notorious Supervillains (3068) here too! I was expecting one of the more...idk, mainstream concepts from the MCU to win out? But I also wasn’t expecting two Untamed fics to make it here, either. But I am stupid proud of this fic even if it is very extraordinarily unfinished. This is one of those unfinished fics that will nag at me unless and until I finish it, at least a little, because the concept - if I do say so myself - is so goddamn good and I think I was executing it pretty well, too.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Pretty much never. I was never very good at it and now I’d feel like I had to go back and reply to all of them and I just. I can’t do that. and when I do try to just start at the beginning I get overwhelmed very fast and start avoiding it.

Basically I decided that if it’s a decision between wrestling with myself to reply to comments versus actually doing more writing I’m going to end up landing on the latter as feeling both more doable and more productive.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

probably it’s The Worlds Forgotten, the Words Forbidden for sheer level of “so then what was the point” of it all. but like. I’ve definitely written a few extraordinarily miserable fics, and by “a few” I kind of mean “a lot.” Other nominees I’d put down might be nor autumn falter (for currently personally making me suffer most), once there was a way to get back home (for I think having the ouchiest summary), and Waiting for the Summer Rain (which remains one of my personal favorite Supernatural fics I wrote).

but like. there are 43 fics I have marked with Major Character Death warnings and every single one of those, pretty much, has a downer ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I have written several though not in a long time! My craziest probably remains the Morgoth/Cthulhu short I wrote that actually got sporked because someone took it seriously (???) enough to do that. But the craziest that actually has any merit, (I’d argue) is probably the Maeglin/Viserys one.

not linking to either, if you want to go find them I don’t think it’ll be that hard.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yeah, a few times on a few different things. More if you count “people who seem to like the fic but love telling you how much they hate the female characters you’re writing about in it” as ‘hate’ which I would but isn’t, you know, quite as straightforward. If I had a nickel for every time someone bitched about Jane in Life in Reverse, though...lots of nickels.

Do you write smut? if so what kind?

Sure do! But what does ‘what kind’ mean, I don’t know how to answer that question. I feel tempted to just put in my “Mike’s Hard Kinks” image edit in this space.

I guess usually I tend to write smut that at least involves a little bit of a kink? I don’t think I’d feel comfortable writing entirely kinkless smut. I think I’d feel weird about it, the same way I do when I write really nice fic, generally.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I think I did back when but I don’t remember anything about it. I feel like it was one of those mass data scraping things where my fic happened to be among those caught up in it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! several actually, mostly into Russian and Chinese. every time it happens I’m immensely flattered that someone wants to put in that kind of work on something I wrote.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I think I’d be very, very bad at it.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Depends on when you ask me! I could probably give you a top five but then I’d remember six that I forgot to mention five minutes later. I guess if I were to think about ships that feel like they hold very special particular places in my heart... Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen, Steve Rogers/Loki, and Min/Rand come to mind.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

oh god do you want the whole list cause honestly I could just like. screencap the entirety of my “in progress” folder with a crying emoji watermarked over it. and that’s not getting into the fics that are like...half formed babies in my consciousness but not anywhere on paper.

and also I just hate to admit that I might not finish something.

you know what? the Lucifer/Good Omens crossover I started would’ve been a lot of fun. I’m probably never going to finish it, but it would’ve been great if I had. I know other people did it too but my contribution could’ve been amazing.

I can say this very boldly with the near certainty that I’m not going to finish the fic so no one will be able to disagree.

(...also the Last Herald-Mage fix it. that was going to be a good fic too, and also will probably languish unfinished forever.)

What are your writing strengths?

I’m pretty sure dialogue is my strongest point. Dialogue and emotions, which is why I always end up just wanting to write about characters talking and having feelings at each other.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing action sequences throws me into conniptions every time I have to do it and I will take drastic actions sometimes to avoid doing it at all, which probably weakens the work as a whole.

Also, I don’t plan ahead and this means I write myself into corners kind of a lot. If I wasn’t writing long, dense fic it wouldn’t be a problem but here we are.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I tend to avoid it unless it’s in the context of, as in CQL/MDZS fic, leaving certain terminology untranslated. I’m pretty sure I almost never write full exchanges of dialogue in a different language than I’m using for the narration within a fic, and generally speaking my reaction to other people doing it is at least mildly negative.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter was technically the first fandom I wrote for, but it was a crack fic I wrote to make my friends laugh more than anything; I tend to count Wheel of Time as my first actual fandom for which I wrote my first actual fic.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

some days the answer is “all of them” and some day the answer is “I don’t like anything I’ve written in my entire life” and I never like giving this a definitive answer. yesterday I reread efforts in a common cause (the bound copy!! thanks @spockandawe) and you know what, that was a good fic and I’m proud of it, so I’m going with that one, for this meme, today.

tagging: @mostfacinorous, @jaggedcliffs, @silvysartfulness, @mikkeneko, @kasasagi-eye, @curiosity-killed, how many people am I supposed to tag for this one anyway

#lise memes #confessions of a frustrated writer

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years ago

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//haikyuu but i make them tiktok boys//

Notes: when asked hcs or a thread, @moncymonce responded with yes, so now there’s both

Daichi:

He makes story times about the volleyball team

He genuinely has enough content to last him y e a r s because the team is always doing something dumb as fuck

A very popular story time tiktoker because people think his voice is soothing

He always tells his stories in the bathroom mirror

If it’s a really long story or if it’s just too off the walls that he can’t fully wrap his head around it, he’ll sit in the sink

Suga duets his tiktoks with videos of the boys being dumb just toshow that Daichi literally can’t make this shit up

Oikawa:

He’s one of those POV tiktokers

But, like, not just ANY POV tiktoker

He’s one of the ones who make like 20 part POVs and you see the first part on your For You Page so you obviously have to go find the rest

So you’re stuck scrolling through his page for 30 minutes trying to find the part two to this tiktok only to give up because you’re pretty sure that you’ve gone through his entire page and you can’t find it to save your life

Lots of followers and likes because he’s pretty

His comments are literally flooded with people asking if he’s single

Kuroo:

This bitch makes thirst traps and you can’t convince me otherwise

Okay, but hear me out.

His page didn’t start as thirst traps. He was on the educational side of tiktok and he would post videos showing people how to solve Chemistry equations and Calculus problems

But he and Bokuto were just dicking around one day and made a shirtless dance video that went viral and he gained like 20K followers in a few days

Imagine their surprise when they see him just teaching you how to find bond angles

His views went down and he lost followers, so what did this bitch do? He started teaching without a shirt on smh

So now he’s just known as “the hot shirtless tutor guy” on tiktok

Bokuto:

Bokuto also never has a shirt on in his tiktoks, but he’s not thirst trapping. He just likes to lounge around after practice without a shirt and that just happens to be the same time he makes tiktoks

He makes reaction videos

But, Bo reacts to everything

Cute puppy videos? He’s duetting it

A cool art video? DUETTED

Someone posts a “put a finger down challenge?” It may be about being a girl and he’s still going to duet and play along

Everyone loves him because he gets so hype about every tiktok he duets.

Some tagged him in a video of them ironing a shirt and Bokuto just stared in awe, commenting about how satisfying it was to watch

He must be protected at all costs

Ushijima:

Bold of you to assume he has a tiktok

But, on the off chance that he does-

He posts workout videos

No audios

No filters

Just Ushijima in his room doing push-ups or him in the gym doing deadlifts

The quality is also really bad??? But no one cares because he’s still hot.

Sometimes people will ask for tips or will thirst for him and Ushi would LOVE to do a video response to them, but the poor boy just can’t figure out how

He did it once on accident so, somewhere on the depths of his page is a tiktok of him unknowingly replying to a comment, but it’s just this really unflattering angle of him staring at his phone.

It got like a million views and people thought it was hilarious and Ushijima has no memory of ever making that video.

Daishou:

He also thirst traps

But, he built this persona of being really charismatic? So, before he started thirst trapping, he posted a lot of videos of him telling stories or making jokes

Everyone was like “oh my god he’s so sweet! So cute! So pure!”

Yeah that’s what he wants you to think

He just didn’t want to look like a straight tiktok fuck boy

BUT HE IS

He did one of those videos of him grabbing a blanket and showing off his hands

It has like 200K comments of people just telling him that his hands would be a great necklace

To keep up his act of the sweet dorky tiktok thirst trap boy, he ends every thirst trap with a really unflattering cut of him being “embarrassed”

Shut up, suguru. You’re not slick. We all know that you did this without any hint of embarrassment

Kita:

Plant videos

And they’re so aesthetic and wonderful

Sometimes he’ll give plant facts

Other times he’ll do a short little story time

All while watering his plants

He doesn’t understand why he has so many followers? He’s literally just watering his plants?

Sometimes they’ll switch to like cleaning videos where he’s helping his grandma around the house, so he’ll be scrubbing the counters and talking about his day

And it’s genuinely just a really relaxing atmosphere so a lot of people follow just to have a brief minute of this nice homey feeling

His most popular tiktok is a video of him and his grandma out in the garden and it starts off as just Kita asking her to wave to the camera, but she pinches his cheek and says, “Isn’t my grandson so handsome?” and insert one super blushy and smiley kita here with only a shy objection

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haikyuu!! characters and their fave musicals

pretty much an hc’s for funsies type of thing. which characters are absolute nerds for musicals and which ones couldn’t care less? i know not everyone likes musicals but if this is your thing, feel free to read!

Hinata: he’s one of those people who watched Shrek the Musical unironically and ended up getting really hooked on it but no way is he going to tell anyone

Kageyama: thinks that the Shrek trilogy are counted as movie musicals because ‘the characters sing and everything’. will fall asleep in a theatre so don’t bring him you’ll be disappointed

Tsukishima: loves Avenue Q and The Producers because the humor is right up his alley. also has tASTE and his fave is probs something like Hadestown because it is the best musical. loves to break down the lyrics and listens to an album non-stop when he’s obsessed

Yamaguchi: he tried to watch Grease but ended up throwing popcorn at the tv-screen because of the blatant sexism. yams is not About That. gets his recommendations from Tsukki and has never looked back

Tanaka: likes anything with awesome choreography and really cool special-effects like Hamilton or Be More Chill. when you ask him about the story though he’s like ???

Noya: doesn’t get the concept of musicals. ‘she’s singing about the guy but he’s right there??? doesn’t he hear everything????’ ‘WHY ARE THEY SINGING JUST FIGHT ALREADY’

Ennoshita: also has Taste. watches pretty much anything and loves to keep track of new productions and new casting. if you ask him about his favorite musical he’ll probably specifically mention the cast and where it was performed

Asahi: y’all are gonna hate me y’all are gonna hate me but JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR haha jk. one hundred percent a Dear Evan Hansen kinda guy because he relates to the main guy’s personality. has waving through a window on repeat

Sugawara: LOVES the classics: Les Miserables, Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon. knows every song and movement by heart. sings them everywhere. would not listen to anything else. also Moulin Rouge because he’s one Classy Bitch

Daichi: appreciates any good musical recommended to him but the kind of person who presses ‘shuffle’ when listening to the recording and all the fans around him die inside. does this more than once just for that reaction

Kiyoko: loves anything with awesome female roles, particularly Legally Blonde and Six the Musical. raises an eyebrow at you if you say you like Grease and you land on her list of people she would barely talk to

Yachi: practically raised on disney movie musicals. loves to watch and re-watch videos from Broadway Princess Party a lot. is basically a disney princess herself and loves to put some songs on when she cleans the house.

Kuroo: one of those people who got really into Hamilton back in the day. would sing the vocals, the back-up vocals, the chorus parts, and hum the intros. says he’s a musical fan but that’s the only one he’s watched/listened to.

Kenma: someone recommended Be More Chill to him (probably tsukki) and he ended up actually liking it. once in a while you’ll hear him humming ‘christiiiiIIiine’ under his breath. likes to listen to michael in the bathroom at 2 am

Yaku: hates musicals ever since Nekoma had a movie night and then decided to watch Lion King and lev dead-ass lifted him up over his head like what rafiki did to simba in That Scene.

Lev: another one who likes disney musicals but like, the basic ones (frozen, tangled, beauty and the beast). mostly because they’re his sister’s favorites tho. has more than once did the whole ‘do you want to build a snowman’ thing with alisa and probably his teammates

Oikawa: thinks that liking Heathers makes him edgy it doesn’t. practically paid hanamaki and matsukawa to sing Candy Store with him and using iwa as veronica. absolutely vibes to the Mean Girls musical

Iwaizumi: a hard High School Musical stan, now and forever. thinks that Ryan and Chad are definitely gay. one time oikawa was giving them a pep talk and said ‘what team?’ and iwa yelled ‘WILDCATS’ and then everybody looked at him because they KNEW they KNEW HE NEVER GOT OVER THAT PHASE--

Matsukawa: Cats. The Movie.* wrote a long-ass thread on twitter about why the female cats should be given six boob and tagged Tom Hooper. was blocked.

Hanamaki: *see above. probably had his sexual awakening when he saw Idris Elba as a sexy cat. there’s nothing gendered about a sexy cat

Kyoutani: likes the leather jacket aesthetic in Grease. looked up the lyrics to ‘Greased Lightning’ once and shut off his laptop when he saw the innuendos. may have tried to replicate the choreography at one point but fell off a table

Yahaba: a romantic at heart. has a copy of the West Side Story DvD and loves to sing ‘Maria’ and ‘One Hand, One Heart.’ he and Oikawa love to duet ‘I Feel Pretty.’ also tried to copy the choreography and sUCCEEDED

Ushijima: you’ve taken him to see an array of musicals, from the much-loved classics to the inventive modern musicals. every time, you glance at him hoping for any reaction. he always leaves the theater saying ‘it was good.’ only one musical has managed to make him crack a smile: The Muppets (the movie ver.)

Tendou: another boy with Quality Taste. is a hardcore stan of any musical by Team Starkid (also loves that they’re all on Youtube). makes so many references to them but nobody else understands. will yell ‘TIGERFUCKER TIGERFUCKER’ out of the blue

Shirabu: thinks that La La Land is Peak Taste. got angry when tendou showed him a video of ryan gosling scenes in the movie but it’s all replaced by barry, the bee from Bee Movie. now La La Land is ruined because he keeps on remembering ‘you like jazz?’ in barry’s voice

Semi: tells you that he just doesn’t watch musicals but he secretly had such a Les Miz phase. writes enjolras x reader fanfics and his longest one was 200k words. if he hears anything that vaguely sounds like ‘do you hear the people sing’, a tear will fall out of the corner of his eye

Goshiki: was looking for slime tutorials one and stumbled on ‘not hamilton just a 2 hr slime tutorial’ y’all kno what i’m talking about and watched the whole thing. was disappointed that there weren’t any slimes but is now into hamilton

Akaashi: knows and understands the peak performance quality and biblical philosophy of Jesus Christ Superstar. doesn’t tell anyone about it though because they all assume its all church music. ‘it’s not’, he sobs. ‘it’s more.’

Bokuto: akaashi recommended Jesus Christ Superstar to him and he watched it, thinking that he’d see jesus playing an electric guitar. he was very disappointed and sulked about it for a week. LOVES disney musicals though

Atsumu: was one of those kids who would look up the Harry Potter Puppet Pals videos on youtube and stumbled in to A Very Potter Musical. ever since jk rowling’s snake side came out he began accepting that fan musical as canon. likes to piss rowling off by posting screenshots of the musical and saying its from the movie

Osamu: the Disney fan but with Quality Taste. loves Hunchback of Notre Dame, Princess and the Frog, Prince of Egypt, and Anastasia (the last two aren’t disney but animated musicals). cries at the sound of Phil Collins’ sultry voice.

Kita: is in love with Phantom of the Opera because his grandmother loves listening to it. he’d sing THE ENTIRE SOUNDTRACK pretty much every day until his teammates catch him singing in the locker rooms while they were changing AND NAILING ALL OF CHRISTINE’S HIGH NOTES LIKE ITS NOTHING

Terushima: doesn’t like musicals so his friend recommended that he watch The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals by Team Starkid because of the crackhead humor. watched Robert Manion perform and ending up going on google and searching ‘does watching men move their hips real nice make me bi?’

Koganegawa: y’all are gonna be surprised but this one’s a hardcore Wicked fan. has watched all of the different castings of it. he loves to imitate Elphaba’s iconic ‘FIEEEEROOOOOOO’ line in the showers and records it, just to see if he’s close to how it sounds onstage. has Idina Menzel’s autograph

Futakuchi: bitch does nothing but roast everyone else’s musical tastes. hamilton? ‘wow, mainstream much?’ dear evan hansen? ‘psshh, basic.’ be more chill? ‘think you’re edgy or something?’ the greatest show? ‘what are you? five?’ his favorite musical is actually Cats

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! headcanons #hc's for funsies #haikyuu!! characters + their fave musicals #i watch a certain amount of musicals #and i thought this would be fun #don't mind me lowkey dragging some of y'all's musical tastes #feel free to download

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voxmxchina · 5 years ago

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Hannibal Fic Recs

hiddenembers07: I’m new to the hannibal fandom so any recs for fics I would love to hear? 😊

Oh boy, do I ever. Firstly, let me point you to this list of “iconic hannibal recs” for a list format of the prominent fics in the fandom. I have not included any fics that are already on that list. Most of the fics listed here I’ve found by tag mining and creeping on people’s bookmark lists and they’re in no particular order. All are complete. So, enjoy!

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A Great and Gruesome Height by mokuyoubi (E | 115k) Post s3e13. Murder Husbands. This is a masterpiece. The writing is beautiful and entrancing. The plot is engaging and respectably tense without overshadowing the enthralling character and relationship development. The growth and malleability of both Will and Hannibal are shown in such a lovely way. Definitely a must read.

Morphology (series) by Finely Honed (E | 93k) s1 AU. “Hannibal's fascination with Will prompts him to attempt the impossible—giving up killing in order to better explore the possibility of a relationship with Will. Easier said than done.“ This is beautifully written and wonderfully angsty while not being TOO much. Seriously can’t believe I haven’t read this before. Contains: murder family feels, excellent and unique characterizations, and lots of uhhh... smut. That's really good too.

On Through the Shallows by MajorEnglishEsquire (E | 33k) Post s3e13. “Hannibal has decided to want dog hair and mechanic's grease and damp sheets. Or, rather, he's decided he doesn't much mind cleaning those up. He needed someone to fuck him up. He fucked Will up and he wants to get fucked up right back.” Will works through the limbo between the moral man he was before and the free one he is becoming. Hannibal works on sucking colorful bruises onto Will’s neck.

Odalisque (series) by drinkbloodlikewine & whiskeyandspite (E | 231k) Murderous Rent Boy!Will & uhhh... normal Hannibal. Underage warning. “There’s something deeply decadent about it, defiling such a luminous vehicle with something so cheap as smoke. The irony isn’t lost on Will as he slides across the velvet-soft lambskin leather seat. As far as could be from anyone who regularly visits this place, for these reasons. Slumming it. Not quite your typical rentboy situation.” What is there to say? Will is an underage serial killer with a rent-boy cover. Hannibal is Hannibal. They pick each other out as marks but they can’t quite kill each other. Kink ensues. Also, the development across this series is the most memorable thing about it, all kink aside (and there is a lot of it).

Faded Fantasy (and sequel) by Phenobarbital (E | 232k) Post s3e13. Slow Burn. “Hannibal navigates his way through Will's heterosexuality...” Okay. This is AWESOME. I feel like this was written specifically for me. It’s long as FUCK, but it’s ALL relationship development. It’s literally just >200k of pining and romancing and sexual tension and Hannibal being so incredibly smitten with Will that it’s painful for him. This deserves so much more clout. Literally, cannot recommend this journey of a fic enough. When their trust develops, it’s very rewarding.

As soft, as wide as air by BlackKnightSatellite (E | 191k) Post s3e13. Murder Husbands. Dark. Slow burn. A story of becoming in three acts. Beautifully written - poetic even. Plot driven without neglecting the necessary and heavy character development. This is a tragedy, not for Hannibal and Will, but for every mere mortal who has touched them. Will and Hannibal here burn bright and hot like a dying star, suspended in time. My descriptions aren’t usually this florid, but this epic truly deserves it. Will here is an avenging angel of hell, and Hannibal is as manipulating and devoted as he’s ever been. The pacing and plot are reminiscent of the show, and it’s lovely. Well worth reading. MCD warning does NOT apply to Hannibal or Will.

Daydreamer and the Shadow Man (series) by HigherMagic (E | 169k) “After Garrett Jacob Hobbs, Will can't reconcile Abigail's death. He's done - with all of it. He needs to escape, to return to the only place he has ever felt safe and wanted. That place ends up being a sleepy town on the other side of the Chesapeake Bay, where he spent one summer as a child, exchanging riddles and letters with his dearest friend: the Shadow Man.” This is BEAUTIFUL!! There’s identity porn, Dark/Semi-Dark Will, extremely devoted Hannibal, and so so so much love in this story. Please note there are strong themes of stalking/grooming in case that’s a trigger for you.

The First Condition of Immortality is Death by OneHandedBooks (E | 92k) Hannibal’s heart stopped for the first time after he’d dragged himself and Will out of the frigid ocean onto the rocky shore at the bottom of the bluff. Slow Burn. Lovely, poignant, emotional! Very atmospheric. Will and Hannibal heal from their fall. They take a boat to the Caribbean. <-- That’s all I have in my AO3 notes, but I actually find myself thinking about this fic all the time. I’ve read so many fics that are post 3x13, but this one and it’s little details still stand out to me.

Two Solitudes by emungere (E | 54k) Wonderful, intimate, and tender. Beautifully written and honest. Will cares for Hannibal after the cliff. They escape to Canada together, and they learn to trust and fit together. I’m always a bitch for survival/wilderness fics, and this scratches that itch.

The Infinitives Series by InfiniteCrisis (E | 93k) Post s3e13. Dark AF. An incredible take on Sub!Hannibal and Dom!Will. Will makes a cruel, cruel Dom here and some of this feels pretty fucked up, even for me. It works out though and I've read this through multiple times. PLEASE read the warnings though.

Veins As Fine As Rabbit Hair by lovetincture (E | 42k) “He also knows what Hannibal’s offering, and it’s not just anything. It's love and murder, pain and comfort, all of it mixed together in equal quantities and no way to have one without the other.” A slow burn and slow story (in such a good way). Will and Hannibal, after the fall. Very beautifully written, and their relationship growth is wonderful.

Authors that I love everything I’ve read by: HigherMagic // Whiskeyandspite // stratumgermanitivum // drinkbloodlikewine // everybreathagift

Fics that I’ve loved enough to read aloud: “A Gentler Ending” by @damnslippyplanet // ��daylight savings” by thebeespatella (@the-bees-patella) // “Pochée” by ElloPoppet (@lizabethl)

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Find more fic recommendations lists by myself and others on my fanfiction blog here! Also check out my bookmarks on AO3!

I have SO many more fics that I love, so feel free to drop by my inbox if you need more reccomendations! This is just a very very very small sampling.

#hiddenembers07 #hannibal #hannibal fic recs #hannigram #hannibal fanfiction recs #*recs #*ficrecs #rec[hannibal]#asks

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words-writ-in-starlight · 5 years ago

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🍪 take a cookie because you deserve it :),, also please tell me about geralt and yennifer and also is the witcher easy to watch without knowing much about the source material ???

I watched three episodes of Witcher with zero context whatsoever, understood everything, enjoyed it hugely, read about 200K of fic, watched three more episodes, read the first book in the series, and finished the show. As long as you are prepared for the fact that, A, the timelines of the three main characters converge, they are not concurrent, and, B, it’s not Game of Thrones and it’s not trying to be Game of Thrones, you will be ABSOLUTELY fine.

(Do critics just…not use critical thinking skills? Half of everyone I’ve talked to said that this show was impossible to follow. It is not impossible to follow. Yennefer and Geralt are just really old. Also, everyone and their cousin is like “well it’s not GoT” yeah???? Obviously???? “This isn’t chili” “No, it’s chicken pot pie” “I wanted chili” “Then go have some chili I guess??? This is chicken pot pie. Still a food, just not that food.” It’s not Game of Thrones. If you want Game of Thrones, go watch that instead, or read the books, or maybe watch some Avatar and calm down. Stop crucifying every fantasy product for not being Game of Thrones II.)

TL;DR: Yeah dude you’ll be totally fine, watch this show. And then if you don’t mind spoilers for the rest of the (book and game) series, read Astolat’s Witcher fic.

ANYWAY

Geralt and Yennefer. This got…very long.

Here’s the fairly unique emotion I’m feeling about this relationship: I think it’s absolutely in-character and believable, I’m completely convinced that Geralt and Yennefer would end up together, and I am equally convinced that their relationship has a pretty hard expiration date on it. I’m not sure I’ve ever actually been interested in a relationship dynamic that I took one look at and went “oh, wow, this is going to break down hard the second your need to help people even when they hate you and her need to get revenge on people who hate her are in conflict.” That’s very novel for me, because normally I like endgame relationships. I find breakup drama exhausting. I have dumped two people ever and both times I was very nice for ten minutes and then very short-tempered for the rest of the conversation.

But I’m really invested in the breakdown here. And I’m really invested in how completely inevitable the relationship is, despite what I consider to be the equally inevitable calamitous breakup.

The thing is, Geralt has lived his entire life as a witcher, which means that the world is divided into two groups for him: people who are dependent on him as a witcher, and people who hate and fear him as a witcher. (There are also Other Witchers, but with so few of them left that they fall pretty heavily into the ‘people who depend on him’ category.) There is a not-inconsiderable amount of overlap in that Venn diagram, but that’s pretty much how it is on this bitch of a Continent. The people who Geralt is drawn to, in whatever context, tend to be the rare handful who fall outside that binary metric in some way.

Renfri could use help from him, but she’s more than able to handle herself. In fact, when the chips are down, her final gamble is to just remove him from the field of play, and try to resolve the situation alone.

Triss needs him in a professional capacity, but she brings just as much to the table as he does, both in terms of political knowledge about the striga situation and in terms of dragging his battered ass out of the castle before he can quietly bleed out. She’s not looking for a rescuer, she’s looking for a tank to complement her glass cannon.

Jaskier needs Geralt to save him (in the show)…but only because he was usually the one to get them into trouble in the first place. And he sticks around once he’s been saved, once he isn’t depending on Geralt to get him out alive anymore.

Even Ciri, who is absolutely dependent on him in a very literal and legal sense, is distinctly different from the general populace, who need a witcher to pull them out of trouble. She’s one of probably very few people who’s ever been dependent on Geralt as a person, rather than a hired killer. Sure, it’s helpful that he can kill anyone who looks crooked at her, but she also needs to eat, and to learn to use a sword, and to be trained in things like magic and languages, and all the things that a kid needs from a parent. That’s radically different from Geralt’s experience of being depended on as a witcher.

But Yennefer…Yennefer doesn’t need Geralt. She’s not dependent on Geralt. She’s not afraid of Geralt in any way, let alone just because he’s a witcher–in fact, she barely seems to notice that he’s a witcher, except in the way that it makes them alike. Geralt’s taste in partners is obviously “people who are not afraid of him” with very few other requirements, and Yennefer is a powerful mage, someone who would be able to take down a witcher without difficulty. She’s also well-educated, very clever, and completely fearless about the world in general. That’s everything Geralt finds compelling, all with the added bonus of an extremely pretty face. It makes complete narrative sense that Geralt is in love with her.

Incidentally I do not believe that Geralt wished for Yennefer to be in love with him, because it wouldn’t track with the rest of his character and would be a level of vulnerability he works hard to avoid. I do believe that he might have said something rash like “I wish I wouldn’t lose her” and now they are here. It’s important to think your wishes through when dealing with an angry wish-granting being.

On Yennefer’s end of things, she has only ever wanted two things: to be respected and to be wanted. In any capacity that might be available to her. I think this is really the major driving force of her desire to have children–she’s not overwhelmingly interested in children as a phenomenon, and I think that in another life she wouldn’t want them. But she said it herself, she wants a child because she always wanted to be important to someone. It’s not about the kid. She’s obsessed with the idea that she will always be important to a child. A child would be completely dependent on her, completely devoted to her, no matter what.

(Side note: this is a bad reason to have kids! Geralt is right and she would be a bad mother. She’s also obsessed with having kids because she can’t handle the revelation that she’s not happy with the deal she made, and she’s focused all that discontent into the literal, tangible loss of being able to carry a child. But “Yennefer actually probably does not want a child and is rampantly projecting all her issues onto the most readily available problem she can find” is a separate post. Probably the first pregnancy-centric plotline I’ve ever been able to handle without feeling violently dysphoric, though.)

The thing is, when she meets Geralt during the djinn fiasco, he needs her. He’s dependent on her. She’s important to him because of what she can do for him, which is how she’s set up her life. When he comes back to save her, though, he’s not doing it for payment, or for a favor, or for any of the other clean, linear exchanges that Yennefer is used to. He just…comes back. For her. Because she’s a person.

Yennerfer has never been important just as…a person, before. She’s important as a mage, she’s important as a student, she’s important as a project or a protector. But from the second Geralt comes back for her, she’s important to him as a person. The fact that almost any person would be on the level of “important enough to save from a rampaging djinn and their own stupidity” to Geralt is completely superfluous to how hard that hits Yennefer. Of course she’s in love with him. Of course she keeps looking for him, keeps pouring on the charm whenever she’s with him–she wants him to keep wanting her. Because that’s how she knows to make herself important to someone, is to make them want her.

(This is also where it gets interesting with Ciri, because…well, if Yennefer really just wanted kids, she could do worse than the news of the girl who’s Geralt’s daughter in the eyes of the law. But she’s furious, because her views of family are intensely skewed and limited by her experiences. Also a separate post that I will probably make after reading some more of the books.)

Regarding the inevitably dramatic breakdown of their relationship (beyond the falling out over the djinn thing, which, see above), I think they’re under the impression that if they do it right, they could stand the test of time. They’re both extremely long-lived, so the test of time has the potential to be a while, but I frankly don’t think they’d make it outside of a conflict-heavy environment (like, say, a war). When they have a mutual goal, or at least a mutual enemy, Geralt and Yennefer work together like a right and left hand. When they do not, they fall apart something fierce, because they’re driven by intrinsically different motives. Geralt, for all that he tries to be as cynical as possible, has been trained his entire life to protect people, and considers it a worthwhile goal in and of itself. Yennefer, on the other hand, is as innately self-motivated as Geralt pretends to be, which means that she’s driven heavily by what feels best for her in the moment. Sometimes that means healing a wounded bard and talking quietly with a witcher about their mutual scars! Sometimes that means leaving a woman to die for calling her a worthless bitch! This is a morally neutral statement that I’m making, there’s a generous and an ungenerous way to read Yen’s decisions, but I think we can agree that she’s not exactly following a rulebook here. Yennefer has her goals and she’s going to achieve them, and fuck you for getting in her way.

Including Geralt.

I think that, virtually without question, Yennefer’s self-oriented hedonistic drive and Geralt’s protection-based code will clash, and their relationship will break down in spectacular fireworks. Having to self-determine, during peace time, is practically guaranteed to bring those two motivating factors into conflict eventually. Because during peace time, Geralt will be back to being the hated witcher and Yennefer won’t have a better enemy to focus on than the civilians he risks his life for on the regular. And Geralt demonstrably does not respond well to that.

#the witcher #witcher #netflix witcher #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt x yennefer #...sort of #starlight writes stuff #anyway yes i am fascinated and also absolutely convinced of the fact that their relationship will eventually go supernova #this is actually only a fraction of my thoughts on the subject as evidenced by my plethora of parentheticals #but it got so long that i had to shut up and go to bed #i didn't even get into my weird emotional state on yennefer #i don't like her much! ...MOST of the time!#when she's around geralt i really genuinely like her as a person #and that GLARING difference is really interesting to me #because it doesn't scan as completely manipulative i think she really does care for him #but she's also showing him SUCH an incredibly different side of herself that he would be denounced as a liar if he ever mentioned it #i think she's really latched onto their shared magical mutation with the assumption that he's as angry as she is #and it causes her to show him a whooooole other self #i'm fascinated #i do not believe they would work out and i don't think it would be good for them (esp geralt) if they tried #but i am fascinated #my gf bought me witcher 3 and i've been reading the books so it's safe to say that i have more comments #jothjimbo #asked and answered #a queue we shall keep and our honor someday avenge

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donnythewriter · 5 years ago

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The MSR Houston Incident of 2015

EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY

A convoy travels down a narrow and winding road.

INT. MRAP - DAY

A group of soldiers and a reporter, MARK DIAZ, (24) look out at the scenery around them.

Diaz holds a DSLR camera and wears a GoPro.

DONOVAN PAULSEN, (26) sits there with his M4 in front of him. He thumbs a photo of his family.

CARLOS HERNANDEZ, (22) drives the MRAP.

Conrad stands on the mounted gun.

Don looks up from the inside at Conrad.

DON Hey Miller, you get your head blown off yet?

CONRAD Nope, you shoot yourself yet? I know being married tends to push a guy like you over the edge. Shit, I'll do it for you should it come to that.

DON Nope. I least I won't die without getting my dick sucked! How about I come up there and cut your throat open?

Hernandez looks back at Diaz. Diaz jots notes down.

HERNANDEZ You see what I gotta deal with man? These white boys keep wanting to whack each other. Wey, back in the hood we'd have just done it.

CONRAD Well, I'd do something, but unlike you, Paulsen and I don't look all that good in orange.

HERNANDEZ Say that shit in the hood, homie.

DON Is it because you can't actually fight him yourself and need four of your hombres to do it for you?

Diaz smirks at this. Hernandez glances back and glares at Diaz.

HERNANDEZ Don't think I won't fuck you up, homie.

DIAZ You've already tried.

HERNANDEZ You don't need no fancy martial arts when you got four of your homies backing you up you know.

DIAZ They ONLY came in when I had you on the ground.

HERNANDEZ Still proves a point, carnal.

Diaz looks down at his notepad again. He looks up and around at the others.

DON Oh christ, he's got that look again.

CONRAD Which one, the stupid question or we did a Geneva Convention no no look?

DON The stupid question one.

The three groan at this.

HERNANDEZ Wey, why didn't you just come in like the other reporters? Just drop in by helicopter and camera crew like all them white boys, ask the questions and then leave?

DON Kid's got a point, you're not like the rest of them. We get the usual run of the mill types, CNN, NBC, whole nine yards. The hell? You just wake up one day and think "I'm going to sit with a bunch of trained killers and record what I see"?

DIAZ I answer those questions and you guys answer mine.

DON Yeah, fine.

HERNANDEZ Whatever, man.

CONRAD Deal.

DIAZ Well when being a creative writer fucks you and you're 200k in the hole, you kind of run out of options.

CONRAD Real question is, why didn't you just opt to enlist like every other jerk off? Be cool like us.

DIAZ Three heart attacks.

Conrad looks down from the turret.

Hernandez looks back from the driver's seat.

His eyes wide and for a moment he carries a look of concern.

CONRAD Are you fucking serious? Paulsen?

DON Yeah?

CONRAD Did you bother to tell anyone that this guy could die on us at any given moment?

DON It's the first I'm hearing of it.

CONRAD Well, if he does go down I'm putting him out of his misery. One less guy for you you to carry.

DIAZ It'd be a welcome change. Anyway, question time.

A collective and annoyed groan from everyone in the vehicle.

Diaz pulls out his notepad.

DIAZ (CONT’D) Gimme a sec here just...

CONRAD GUYS I GOT-

The question reads, "What's waiting for you guys at home?"

The MRAP at the front of the convoy goes off, a fiery explosion with it.

The radio next to Hernandez lights up.

IND SOLDIER 1 (radio) Vic two to all victors! Vics one and four are down, I repeat vics one and four are down!

DIAZ No shit!

Fear shows in Diaz's eyes as he throws his camera down.

Conrad fires the machine gun, as the group scrambles to get out of the vehicle. Rounds fly into the MRAP doors.

DIAZ (CONT’D) SHIT SHIT SHIT!

HERNANDEZ Man, where the fuck they shooting from?!

One flies past Diaz and Don.

DON Conrad, keep those fuckers heads' down, everyone else, OUT!

The radio next to Hernandez lights up.

Another explosion rings out.

IND SOLDIER 1 (O.S.) (radio) Vic two to all victors! Vics one and four are down, I repeat vics one and four are down!

DIAZ No shit!

Fear shows in Diaz's eyes as he throws his camera down.

Conrad fires the M2. The shell casings fall inside.

As the group scrambles to get out of the vehicle. Rounds fly into the MRAP doors.

One flies past Diaz and Paulsen. The two look at each other.

PAULSEN EVERYONE OUT!

The Humvee behind them goes up in smoke as an RPG flies into its side.

IND SOLDIER 1 (O.S.) (radio) Be advised, we just lost vic six!

EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY

Don keeps his head down as rounds fly above his head. A burning and turned over Humvee sits in front of a stopped MRAP.

Don looks around.

Diaz scrambles in front of him behind the tire of the MRAP they just exited. He takes his helmet and checks it, then looks up at Don.

DIAZ What the hell are we doing man?!

Screams fill the air as rounds start to land on the MRAP. Don raises one finger and peers out behind him.

IND SOLDIER 1 (O.S.) MEDIC! OH GOD, DOC!

An RPG hits the second vehicle at the front of the convoy. It's a one lane road.

DON There's no escape... We're fuckin' boxed in.

The Humvee behind him has dead soldiers in it. One door is open. One soldier lays there, his head in the ground.

Don takes a moment to look at all this.

Conrad lays down fire with the .50. Hernandez looks back at Don.

HERNANDEZ STAFF SERGEANT, WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING WEY?!

DON (looks around more) Hold position here! KEEP LAYING DOWN FIRE!

Don takes off his rifle and passes it to Diaz. He takes the rifle magazines off his vest.

DIAZ Give me a gun, I can fight!

DON Good, remember what I taught you?

Diaz nods and stands up, rifle in hand. His hands shake as he tries to lay down fire with the rest of them.

Don looks up.

DON (CONT’D) Miller, you-

A round hits Miller's helmet. He falls down from the turret.

DON (CONT’D) Oh, fuck!

Don opens the door to the MRAP. Rounds hit the glass as Don drags him out. He takes Conrad's helmet off and takes out a pack of cold compress.

Conrad swats it away from his head.

Conrad throws his helmet off to the side.

��CONRAD I'm fine, take care of the others!

Conrad stands back and stumbles for a second. He reaches back into the MRAP and takes a 240 SAW.

Don nods. He checks behind him at the downed soldier. He looks back at the front of the convoy.

DON Son of a bitch.

Don turns around.

DON (CONT’D) FUCKING COVER ME, I GOTTA GET TO THE BURNING HUMMER!

CONRAD GOT IT!

HERNANDEZ COPY!

The two start firing at the same time.

A volley of bullets returns fire.

CONRAD (CONT’D) GO!

Don runs across to the next MRAP and opens the passenger's side door. He knocks on the side door.

DON Friendly coming through!

VALENTINE, (21) is on the radio.

VALENTINE (O.S.) (into radio) Baseplate, I say again! We are troops in contact at this time!

Diaz watches the hillside as he watches more fighters try and make their way down from the mountainside.

DIAZ I see four, they're on the mountain. I think that's 200 meters away from us!

Shots begin to ring next to him, the dirt around him starts kick up from incoming fire.

HERNANDEZ You can count homie? Great, next thing you're gonna tell us is that you write! How many did you get?!

Miller and Hernandez start to light up the village below them as the fire continues.

CONRAD Four, fuckface!

Diaz tries to range the target.

HERNANDEZ Damn it, I got three!

Diaz's gun goes dry.

DIAZ This is fucked up man!

HERNANDEZ Not as bad as your girl back home!

Hernandez laughs as he reloads.

HERNANDEZ (CONT’D) Come back from this and you're definitely getting laid!

Diaz shakes as he fumbles with the mag. He ejects the other one and fumbles with the full magazine.

Diaz readjusts his glasses.

He finally places the magazine in as a round flies into his chest. He falls back.

DIAZ Oh fuck I'm shot!

Miller runs over to him and looks him over.

MILLER It's just your vest, get back in the fight!

Diaz struggles with his gun, then checks the paddle. He chambers another round, then fires more.

Miller looks back.

Diaz's shots land around the insurgents, causing them to reposition.

MILLER (CONT’D) REPORTER! YOU'RE JERKING THE TRIGGER. SLOW DOWN! TAKE A BREATH.

Diaz does so, his eyes in line with the sights.

MILLER (CONT’D) BREATHE!

Diaz calms down and stops shaking.

MILLER (CONT’D) SQUEEZE!

He squeezes the trigger, his ACOG sight aligned with an insurgent.

Four shots ring out next to them.

Diaz fires a shot, as pink mist leaves an insurgent.

MILLER (CONT’D) KILL!

Don comes back from this, an unconscious soldier over him.

DON Friendlies, watch your fire!

Miller looks over.

MILLER Paulsen, WHAT HAPPENED?! Did you just commit a fucking war crime?!

Miller provides cover fire.

The soldier has a bandage over his abdomen.

Don sets the other soldier down behind the MRAP, then runs back through the Humvee's smoke.

He comes back almost another second later.

DANIEL CHO, (21) comes out, a bandage wrapped around his arm.

CHO I can't feel my legs, doc!

DON Don't worry, your dick still works.

Don cracks a weak smile, then holds a serious look in his eyes.

DON (CONT’D) I need you to call in the nine lines, you're the only one who can do it right now. I'm a little caught up.

Cho looks at Don with fear in his eyes. He trembles as he's given the radio.

CHO You trust me?

DON Don't get your head blown off.

Cho takes out a map and gets on the radio.

CHO (into radio) Baseplate this is Alpha 3-3, standby for nine line!

Don takes a breath.

DON Hernandez, good?

HERNANDEZ Still kickin'!

DON Miller!

Miller shoots a thumbs up as he stares down the sights of his rifle. Miller takes a few more shots.

DON (CONT’D) Diaz!

He turns around.

DIAZ I'm good, yeah I'm-

A round flies through the side of Diaz's neck.

Diaz falls behind the MRAP tire, rifle in hand.

The blood splatters on Don's kevlar and face.

DIAZ (CONT’D) I'VE BEEN SHOT HELP!

Diaz rolls around behind the MRAP.

DON Hernandez, watch the mountainside!

Hernandez switches positions. The fire continues near them.

He picks up where Diaz left off. The fighters on the mountain start taking cover and firing back at them.

A round flies past Don. Don crawls over.

DON (CONT’D) Reporter, hey! Look at me!

Diaz looks up at him.

Don moves his hand off Diaz's neck, cleaning off the area around the wound.

He wraps it.

DON (CONT’D) Hold that.

He places the bandage, wrapping it under his opposite arm.

Don passes the rifle back to him.

DON (CONT’D) Get back to it.

Parks takes a breath.

He repositions himself sitting against the MRAP tire and goes firing at the insurgents on the mountaintop.

DON (CONT’D) Hernandez, back where you were.

An explosion rocks the Hummer behind them.

SPECIALIST JACK MANSLEY, (22) crawls out from the smoke of the explosion mere seconds later.

MANSLEY Doc! My leg! Doc!

DON COVER ME!

Hernandez, Miller, and Diaz start firing from their positions.

MANSLEY DOOCCCC! DOCCCCC!

Mansley stares at the sky.

Don runs over to him.

DON Fuck.

Don ties off the tourniquet.

MANSLEY How's it look doc?

DON You're gonna fucking die.

MANSLEY I'm never gonna taste that stripper's pussy again.

Don chuckles.

DON Which one?

MANSLEY Your sister's.

Don glares as he bandages his stump.

DON Don't make me take this off.

MANSLEY When I see your sister, the only thing coming off is that tank top she's got.

He drags Mansley behind his Hummer.

Mansley's leg sits on top of the hill. Don stops, grabs it, and throws it next to him.

Parks is next to them. He's on a mounted Squad Automatic and engages targets below them.

Parks begins to switch rounds in his belt as the fire returns back to his position. He scoots back and finishes his reload.

Don shows up next to him and taps him on the shoulder.

DON You hit?!

Parks gives a thumbs up. A round hits his helmet and causes him to roll over.

Parks looks up at Don. Don takes Parks's helmet off. A bruise sits along his head.

DON (CONT’D) You're good, come on!

Don puts the helmet back on Parks's head and helps him up. He grabs Parks's machine gun and passes it over to him. Parks nods and begins to fall back to where Conrad and Diaz are.

Don runs toward the front of the convoy. Wounded soldiers run by him. Some shout orders, some fall back toward the front while others cover them. James stands there and fires rounds of a mortar tube.

He hears a thud.

O'DONNELL The door's closed!

Don reaches in and pulls O'Donnel out.

DON Stay here and shoot back!

He looks at the Humvee.

The three are positioned around different sections of the MRAP and shoot back at the assailants.

DON (CONT’D) Cover me, I gotta move!

O'DONNELL GOT IT, I got you!

BELL On it!

DON Moving!

The two fire off a volley of shots as Don crosses to the burning Hummer.

There he hears screams from the inside. They grow louder as he approaches.

He looks at the Humvee.

The engine's on fire alongside the driver's side.

The driver RYAN, (24) panics and burns alive inside the vehicle.

RYAN HELP ME! HELLLLPPP! SOMEONE FUCKING DO SOMETHING!

Don makes his way over the door. The glass breaks and the entire Humvee is engulfed in flames. Screams ring out.

Don's eyes widen as he tries to go around the Hummer, only to be met with another volley of gunfire.

DON Oh, no...

He looks around him. Soldiers sit frozen, while others are on radios calling for support. Others shoot back, while others tend to their wounds.

Don takes a deep breath and takes out his M9.

DON (CONT’D) I'm so sorry.

He walks up to the burning Humvee. Don takes his Beretta and fires into the sitting positions in them.

INT. MRAP - DAY

Three of the soldiers ROSS, (20), BELL, (19), O'DONNELL, (18) inside freeze up in fear.

A body lies in the middle of them. His nametape reads "Vazquez".

DON GET THE FUCK OUT!

They hold their rifles as they stare at the burning Humvee in front of them.

Don taps one on the leg.

DON (CONT’D) HEY! LET'S GO!

The three wake up from their trance. Two get out from Don's side. One gets out from the side the fire comes from and gets lit up by the incoming fire.

DON (CONT’D) Other way, moron!

He opens the door as a round flies in and hits him in the chest.

DON (CONT’D) Jesus, fuck!

Don ducks down and takes out his Beretta. Bullets whiz past his head.

EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY

He hears a thud.

O'DONNELL The door's closed!

Don reaches in and pulls O'Donnel out.

DON Stay here and shoot back!

He looks at the Humvee.

The three are positioned around different sections of the MRAP and shoot back at the assailants.

DON (CONT’D) Cover me, I gotta move!

O'DONNELL GOT IT, I got you!

BELL On it!

DON Moving!

The two fire off a volley of shots as Don crosses to the burning Hummer.

There he hears screams from the inside. They grow louder as he approaches.

He looks at the Humvee.

The engine's on fire alongside the driver's side.

The driver RYAN, (24) panics and burns alive inside the vehicle.

RYAN HELP ME! HELLLLPPP! SOMEONE FUCKING DO SOMETHING!

Don makes his way over the door. The glass breaks and the entire Humvee is engulfed in flames. Screams ring out.

Don's eyes widen as he tries to go around the Hummer, only to be met with another volley of gunfire.

DON Oh, no...

He looks around him. Soldiers sit frozen, while others are on radios calling for support. Others shoot back, while others tend to their wounds.

Don takes a deep breath and takes out his M9.

DON (CONT’D) I'm so sorry.

He walks up to the burning Humvee. Don takes his Beretta and fires into the sitting positions in them.

Each round fires wears on his face.

One.

Two.

Three.

He goes to take out the fourth person.

His gun malfunctions and he clears it.

He pulls the trigger once more.

The world goes silent, then comes back.

Bags form under his eyes. He carries a thousand yard stare.

Don holsters his handgun and looks to his side.

One of the wounded looks Don in the eyes with a look of fear. Don just nods at him, then peers out. Smoke covers his advance. He runs across and makes it to the Humvee over to JOHNSON, (19).

JOHNSON YOU JUST FUCKING SHOT 'EM MAN! Like- Like dogs!

Don stops the bleeding from Johnson's arm.

DON Can you fight?

JOHNSON You fucking murdered them!

Don nods-

DON I know.

Johnson gives him a look of disgust.

JOHNSON You're a fucking murderer, man!

DON Not right now!

Don runs over to the next vehicle and dodges another volley of bullets.

A group of soldiers sits around a map. COLONEL TYLER, (mid- 40s) is in the middle of the group. He looks down at a map.

TYLER ...Negative baseplate, we are 40 percent combat ineffective at this time, and cut off from the other half of our convoy. We are requesting a QRF at this time, how copy?

The radio goes off.

BASEPLATE (O.S.) Copy 1-1, we're sending ANA to assist.

DON Oh that's bad.

Don holds his handgun with both hands. He takes cover behind vehicles. Gunfire rings out around them. Don moves to another MRAP.

DON (CONT’D) Friendly coming through!

An insurgent rises above a hill and shows himself. He holds an AK in his hand.

Don raises his Beretta dumps a magazine into the insurgent. The rounds land in the side of the AK.

The insurgent points his rifle Don. It lets out a clack.

Don drops the magazine to his Beretta. As Don reaches for an extra magazine, the insurgent charges at Don.

PARKS (O.S.) They're right on us!

The insurgent tackles Don to the ground and pushes his gun away. He begins to strangle Don.

Don looks off to his side at Johnson. Johnson holds a rifle out and trains it on the insurgent's head, but sits there frozen in fear.

Don reaches for his knife and slashes in the insurgent's leg. The man's leg heals itself in an instant.

Don's eyes widen in shock.

Don starts to lose consciousness.

James runs over with an e-tool and bashes the insurgent's skull. The insurgent falls to the ground as James takes out a 9mm and fires two rounds into his head.

Don rolls over and coughs. He tries to catch his breath.

James looks over at Don.

JAMES Stay down, doc! We'll find someone else!

Don stands back up and coughs again. He walks over to a Humvee.

DON I'm fine!

James nods at Don and runs back to a mortar tube.

Don stands back up and turns looks over at a group of officers. Don struggles to catch his breath. Behind Don, the soldier that loads mortar rounds takes a bullet in the head.

A LIEUTENANT MARSTON, (24) stands behind Tyler. He carries a look of concern in his eyes, his inexperience shows as he struggles as he looks at a map.

DON (CONT’D) Sir.

Marston looks back at Don with a look of confusion.

DON (CONT’D) I'm from vic five.

A rocket goes off near them.

The Lieutenant flinches.

Don points to the burning wreckage of a Humvee.

DON (CONT’D) We've got multiple wounded, our infantry guys are gone and done for.

MARSTON What do you want me to do, Staff Sergeant?

Don's eyes widen.

DON I'm saying our guys are pinned down...

MARSTON Where's your rifle, Sarn't?

Don rolls his eyes.

DON Fuck this.

Don looks over his shoulder. Don turns around and makes his way back to their MRAP.

Soldiers fire back at the insurgents above and below. Don looks at one that stands and takes shots with an M2 Browning on another MRAP. The soldier next to Don lays prone with a 240.

TYLER (O.S.) ANA's currently engaged, we're not gonna see them for 20 minutes.

Rounds fly past Don.

DON FUCK!

Don takes cover behind the MRAP, then looks at the soldier on the M2.

DON (CONT’D) HEY!

The soldier on the turret looks at him.

Another explosion rings out and lands against the MRAP. Don's hands shake.

He's not there anymore.

Don's eyes widen and carry shock and confusion.

The dust around him is kicked up. A volley of fire comes down next to him, then stops. He takes the chance to cross to the next Humvee.

Parks sits on a 240 and continues to fire down below. He begins to reload.

Don opens up the door to the interior of the MRAP.

MRAP

The soldier, a SPECIALIST THOMAS, (21) lies there.

THOMAS Am I gonna be okay, doc? Something doesn't feel right, it feels a little chilly.

Don chuckles.

His stare changes from that of hope to sorrow.

DON (muttering) Oh christ.

Thomas has a blanket draped over his body.

THOMAS Doc? I don't feel right, I just don't feel right.

Half of Thomas's torso is missing.

DON You're gonna die, that's what's happening.

Thomas looks down at himself with wide eyes. He lets out a groan of pain as he looks at Don.

THOMAS No, no, doc you're doc! You can make this better!

A tear rolls down Don's eye.

DON Not this- I can't do anything for this.

Don grabs his hand.

DON (CONT’D) Look at me Thomas, look at me.

Thomas looks into his eyes. His breaths become more labored.

DON (CONT’D) Who cares about you, Thomas?

THOMAS M-My dog. She passed recently.

DON Close your eyes. She's there waiting for you. It'll hurt a little bit, then you'll feel warm and all this pain goes away.

Don holds Thomas's hand tight.

Thomas closes his eyes.

THOMAS Thank you, doc.

Thomas's hand goes limp.

Don throws the blanket over his now dead body.

Don's hands continue to shake.

Parks continues to suppress with the 240.

DON P-Parks!

Parks looks over at Don.

PARKS What do you need?!

DON H-help me get the wounded.

Don steps away, covered in Thomas's blood.

EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY

Parks takes a look at Don.

PARKS I'm sorr-

DON Shut up! I'm gonna kill every last one of these fucks!

Parks nods at him.

PARKS Once I start firing, move!

Don nods and takes out his 9mm. He chamber checks it.

Parks lays down fire.

Don moves across, 9mm in hand.

Don takes out his handgun and fires at the insurgents below. Rounds ping off the metal of the Humvee around him.

DON Parks, go!

Parks moves to Don's position. Don reloads his handgun and throws the magazine off to the side. He loads a fresh magazine.

DON (CONT’D) (pointing to the 240) You good?

PARKS Yeah!

Don moves to the other side of the turned over Humvee. He peers inside. It sits with all four soldiers unconscious inside.

Don grabs them all out, one by one.

He sets them out. Four soldiers run past Don. Don turns around and stops them.

DON Get these guys to the front of the convoy!

IND SOLDIER 1 You crazy?!

Don just gives a glare. The soldier examines Don and nods at him. The group begins to pull the unconscious soldiers out of the turned over Humvee.

Parks continues to fire back.

They pick up the unconscious soldiers and continue to make their way to the front of the convoy.

DON Parks! You got smokes?

PARKS Thomas did!

DON (mutters) Fuck.

Don goes back into the MRAP

MRAP

Don looks away as he gropes around Thomas's vest.

DON I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry...

He reaches for a pouch and takes a smoke grenade from it.

Don comes back to

EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY

blood covered smoke grenade in hand. Don looks at the other soldiers that carry wounded.

DON Parks, stay with me!

Don pops the smoke, clear exhaustion in his eyes.

PARKS 10-4!

Parks continues to lay down fire.

He throws it out, bullets ping off the MRAP's metal.

DON (waving them on) Go... Parks, with me!

The smoke screen rises between the armored vehicles.

Don cuts across the vehicles back to Diaz, Hernandez, and Conrad.

Parks follows behind him.

DON (CONT’D) We're getting out of here!

CONRAD What about you?!

DON I gotta get the rest of the wounded!

CONRAD Well we're not leaving you alone, you fucking faggot! I want to be able to pop your sister's cherry at the funeral.

Don has to hold back a smile.

DON Fuck it! (chuckles) Hernandez, get reporter outta here! We got QRF on the way!

Diaz looks back from his rifle.

DIAZ Fuck you, I'm not leaving! This shit's story of the century, Paulsen!

Don gives a small grin, then looks at Parks.

DON You up for this?

PARKS Fuck yeah, I am.

Diaz has an eccstatic look in his eye.

HERNANDEZ I'm with you, homes!

DON Fuck it, let's do it. Move with me, I'm gonna clear the vehicles and check for wounded. I get fucked up, you pull me away. You move when I do.

Sharpnel flies into Don's helmet, which causes him to fall back.

CONRAD Doc!

Conrad pulls him aside.

Don takes his helmet off.

DON FUCK!

Conrad reaches out for Don.

DON (CONT’D) I'm fine! (throwing his helmet to the side) Bastards! Let's go!

Don moves to the next the vehicle, a turned over Humvee. Behind him, Parks, Diaz, and Conrad open fire

Soldiers lie there in wounds. One soldier writhes around in pain and tries to hold his chest. Don takes out his IFAK and pulls out a chest seal kit.

Don puts it on the soldier. The soldier's breathing normalizes. Don looks down at the name tape.

DON (CONT’D) I'm gonna need to keep you here till the QRF gets here...

The gunfire continues to ping off the metal of the Humvee.

DON (CONT’D) Let's fucking go.

Don looks at the other soldiers. One lies face down. He turns him over.

DON (CONT’D) Ah, fuck.

A bullet sits in his head.

DON (CONT’D) Fuck.

Don looks at another soldier. He has a round in his leg but lays there, unconscious. His leg continues to bleed.

DON (CONT’D) Fuck...

Don takes out another tourniquet and ties the soldier's leg off, then picks him up.

DON (CONT’D) Hernandez, you got smokes?!

HERNANDEZ Yeah!

DON Pop one here, I'm gonna move this guy, get the other two!

HERNANDEZ Got it!

The smoke comes out as Hernandez picks up the other injured soldier.

Don and Hernandez run through the smoke screens and make their way to the front of the convoy.

Another A-10 strafes the mountains, its machine gun lights up the brush around it.

An attack helicopter lights up the insurgents at the bottom of the hill.

Rounds pass over Don's head.

DON (mumbling) I don't care if I don't make it home, but fuck am I getting all of you assholes out of here...

A Stryker appears in the distance as Don clears both smoke screens.

Canadian troops and US Marines pour out of the armored vehicle. A Marine Corpsman, LANCE CORPORAL SHELBY, (20) comes out with a stretcher.

SHELBY What's the situation, Sergeant?!

A round pings off the top of the MRAP that Don and Shelby take cover behind.

DON We got at least four critically wounded, and at least 14 seriously fucked!

Another round pings off the top of the MRAP.

DON (CONT’D) Get as many of the critical guys loaded up, how much armor do we got?!

SHELBY We got this and two other Strykers on standby!

DON Good!

Don nods at this.

Another A-10 strafes behind him.

Other soldiers run through the gunfire and carry other wounded troops. They use the vehicles for cover.

Don looks at Shelby.

DON (CONT’D) You got this?

Shelby nods.

Soldiers carry their comrades past.

The soldier with the sucking chest wound makes his way past him.

SHELBY (O.S.) Critical first!

Don moves through them.

Other soldiers cover their push. Don moves past them, Beretta in hand. Many of the wounded still fight and hold rifles in their hand.

Canadian soldiers pull many of these wounded away, the non injured soldiers providing cover fire for them.

Don makes his way back to Diaz, Conrad, and Hernandez.

DON We're gonna move again, come on!

The three follow behind Don and give him covering fire as he moves to the second to last vehicles.

Two dead soldiers lie on the ground with rounds in their heads.

DON (CONT’D) Fuck...

JAMES O'REILLY, (24) loads another mortar round into the tube.

JAMES Doc, you think you can help me?

Don puts up one finger. James nods at this.

DON Lemme check the last vic!

Two soldiers step out. One has a round in his leg, the other is blind.

DON (CONT’D) Cover me!

The group take positions and start to lay down fire for Don.

Don makes a run forward-

CONRAD (O.S.) RPG!

Only for an explosion to go off, knocking Don back. James flies back and hits his head against the hood of the Humvee.

Blood spatter goes on the front of the Humvee.

Don lays there as gore falls all over his uniform. The blood stains his uniform and his face. Don makes his way up, then examines himself.

Don screams as he looks at himself. Conrad runs over with a canteen.

CONRAD (CONT’D) Come on, clean yourself off.

He pours a canteen over his face. Don spits out a piece of human flesh. His hands shake as he vomits to his side.

CONRAD (CONT’D) Doc?

DON I'm-I'm okay, I'm okay... I gotta take care of him!

Don points to James. His body shakes. James crawls behind the Humvee and looks at himself.

JAMES Doc, everything looks fucked up man! You got a fucking tail, Paulsen!

James looks at himself and shakes in fear.

Don runs over to him and wraps a bandage around his bleeding head.

DON Keep that there!

CONRAD Doc, we'll take care of this. Hernandez, with me.

Don looks at the blood all over him.

He lets out one more scream.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. STRYKER - DAY

Don sits in the Stryker, a thousand yard stare in his eyes.

DON (lighting a cigarette) We-We got everyone, right?

A gunner looks down at Don.

IND GUNNER Hey buddy, you know you can't smoke in here, right?

Don glances at him, the things he's seen reflective in his look.

The gunner looks away.

IND GUNNER (CONT’D) I didn't see shit, never mind.

The doors open to

EXT. MILITARY BASE - DAY

The sun shines into the vehicle as the ramp lowers.

Don looks around. The uninjured soldiers all show looks of shock and confusion in their eyes.

Don watches the scene around him as the wounded are taken away and the dead are covered with black blankets.

He's still covered in the gore of his comrades.

Conrad comes out of one of the three Strykers. He walks over to Don. Diaz stands there and looks through the photos on his camera.

A medic walks up to Diaz.

IND MEDIC 1 Mr. Diaz, come with us.

They bring out a stretcher. Diaz shakes his head. Diaz has a bandage around his neck. He looks at Don, nods at him, and grins. He gives Don a thumbs up.

DIAZ I'll walk, give it to someone who needs it.

Diaz stands up and holds his bandaged neck.

IND MEDIC 1 Alright, I'll walk you there then.

DON (O.S.) (thinking) You didn't do enough.

He looks at the 18 bodies in front of him.

Another batch of medics comes in to take the medic.

Medics take away a man in a stretcher. His leg is missing.

DON (O.S.) (CONT’D) (thinking) This is your fault.

He looks down at ROGERS, (21). Rogers shoots him a smile and a nod.

DON (CONT’D) (thinking) I'm this way because you weren't fast enough.

Don continues to walk through the scores of wounded.

CONRAD So far, we've got 18 dead and another 48 wounded.

Don looks down.

DON Who's in charge?

CONRAD I was in with a bunch of privates and specialists. Lemme go check the other.

James is taken away by stretcher. His arms are held down by restraints as two doctors wheel him off.

DON Hey! What the fuck?!

Don walks over to James. James reaches for Don's ass.

JAMES You got a tail, doc! You got a fucking tail!

The two medics take him away.

Parks comes out and smokes a cigarette.

PARKS There's only about 12 of us left in total.

Conrad comes back.

CONRAD Doc, you're the most senior out of all of us.

DON Oh, fuck...

Don looks both ways. The blood still sits on his face.

DON (CONT’D) Yeah, yeah- Get 'em together.

Don's cigarette goes out. He pulls out another Lucky Strike and lights it.

The other soldiers look on in terror at Don. Don motions the other soldiers to follow him.

Hernandez follows Conrad. The depression is visible in his eyes.

They gather away from the Strykers to a spot by a road.

Some stand at parade rest, some just stand and watch him.

Don looks them over. They all carry thousand yard stares. Their clothing is stained in blood and dirt. Some of them have burns on their clothing.

The fear in their eyes is palpable as they look at Don. There's blood and body parts all over his vest, bones are lodged into the cloth of his plate carrier. His face is covered in ash.

Don takes off his gloves.

DON (CONT’D) (takes the cigarette out of his mouth) At ease. Turn your weapons in to the armory, get yourselves cleaned up, and come back here to await further orders. It's been a bad day. Get back here in two hours, hooah?

GROUP (in near unison) Hooah, sarn't.

DON Get the fuck outta here.

The group heads off.

A rifle still slung around his shoulder, Don walks alone.

He passes by NICK FLETCHER, (34). He wears UK DPM camo and a pair of jeans.

NICK Mate?

Don looks at him. He says nothing and continues to walk forward. He checks behind him. No one seems to pay any mind to him.

Don walks into a stall and closes the door behind him.

INT. SHOWER STALL - DAY

The screams ring out in his mind. Don vomits into the drain.

His hands shake as he takes his handgun out. Don sobs in pain as he looks at his handgun.

The screams only grow stronger in his mind.

He gives a tired grin. Don puts his blood soaked Beretta to his skull. He brings the hammer down and puts his finger on the trigger.

He stands up and turns away from the door. The blood washes away as Don steps into the shower. He lets the water run down him for a moment, his finger still there.

The door comes down behind him as Nick and Parks tackle him down. Tears roll down Don's eyes as the water begins to clean the blood and dirt off around him.

DON LET ME FUCKING DIE GOD DAMN IT, I DESERVE IT! IT'S MY FAULT THEY'RE ALL FUCKED UP! I HURT THEM!

NICK Be reasonable here, mate!

DON (CONT’D) Fuck you, Nick you weren't there! You don't know what I did.

Nick just gives Don a look of genuine empathy.

NICK I was.

Parks takes throws the handgun and rifle out, then zip ties Don's hands.

DON (sobs) Just let me die, it's my fault that they're fucked up, I'm the reason they're all fucked up...

GO TO:

INT. POLICE ACADEMY - DAY

Don runs alongside a formation of other younger, police academy recruits.

DON (O.S.) I got out of the court martial. Everyone thought I was justified given the circumstances of the situation. Got a Distinguished Service Cross for what I did- Or didn't do.

Don stands at attention.

DON (O.S.) (CONT’D) I was an alcoholic when I got out.

An academy INSTRUCTOR looks down at a clipboard.

DON (O.S.) (CONT’D) Wife helped me get through that I guess.

INSTRUCTOR TRAINEE PAULSEN! FRONT AND CENTER!

DON (O.S.) Didn't really prepare me for the other shit, though.

DON (CONT’D) SIR YES SIR!

Don runs to the front of the formation and stands there, his face looks forward. He's the sharpest in the group.

INSTRUCTOR REPORT TO CAPTAIN MCDOWELL, NOW!

DON Sir yes sir!

CAPTAIN MCDOWELL, (mid-50s) and LIEUTENANT MORETTI, (mid-40s) are in the room with him.

MCDOWELL Have a seat, son.

DON Yes, sir.

MORETTI Ass kissing already? You're great for job, chump.

Don looks up at Moretti.

MORETTI (CONT’D) The fuck you lookin' at?

DON The guy that's about to get my fist across his fucking face.

MORETTI You want to go tough guy?

MCDOWELL Gentlemen!

The two stop.

Don takes a deep breath.

MCDOWELL (CONT’D) I'll get to brass tacks here, Paulsen. We got a gang war brewing in Hartford.

DETECTIVE RUSSO, (32) comes into the room.

MCDOWELL (CONT’D) We need a man of your expertise. Russo here is an ex-Green Beret.

Don looks at Russo. He's rugged and has a beard with his tanned skin.

DON Yeah, I can kinda tell.

RUSSO Your name English?

DON Yeah, why?

EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY

Don walks up to an Irish mobster.

The mobster stands there in front of a door and smokes a cigarette.

RUSSO (O.S.) You'll need to do a bit of extra work with them, they like theatrics. It's what impresses 'em.

Don walks up to him, says something, then punches him across the jaw.

He pulls out a grenade and walks inside to

INT. MANAGEMENT OFFICE - DAY

DON (O.S.) I worked with the SAS, I know a thing or two about that.

Don kicks the door in. SARAH, MICKEY, and JONATHAN (mid-20s) point guns at Don.

DON (O.S.) (CONT’D) Why me though?

The other mobsters pull guns on Don.

MCDOWELL (O.S.) We've been watching trainees and you seem to have a flair for the unconventional.

Don grips the grenade.

DON Go ahead. I drop this spoon and we all meet God in three seconds.

The boss watches Don.

He puts a cigarette out into the ashtray in front of him.

Don takes a seat in front of JOHN BRADLEY, (mid-40s).

He puts his grenade hand on the table in front of him.

Don shoots him a grin.

DON (CONT’D) How's your day going?

JOHN You walked in here to ask how my day's going? How many of my guys did you take out?

DON Three, pretty bad too. They're not dead, but they're gonna have some nasty hangovers.

John nods.

JOHN Well you don't look like any cop I've ever seen.

Don shakes his head.

DON My wife is one, but she's on the payroll. Yours, precisely.

JOHN And you want us to take her off it.

DON No, I want you to put me on it.

John looks around at his goons. He chuckles, puffs on his cigarette, and looks around.

JOHN You got balls, I'll give you that. I'll consider it.

Don looks at the open door behind him for a moment.

DON Well, while you ponder that.

Don takes out a business card with his free hand, then slides it across the table.

DON (CONT’D) Have a good day, gentlemen.

JOHN Did I tell you this conversation was over?

DON I'm the one holding the grenade.

JOHN Very well. I never caught your name.

DON Paulsen.

JOHN Not bad for an Englishman then.

Don stands up and still holds the grenade as he looks the other henchmen in the eye.

The grenade lands inside the room. The door closes behind Don.

JOHN (CONT’D) JESUS CHRIST!

The group scrambles to get out. The grenade lets smoke out.

EXT. STREET - DAY

DON (O.S.) I think I got that covered.

Don jumps into his Mustang, starts it, and drives off.

Smoke comes out of a second story window behind him.

EXT. HOUSE - DAY

Jackie leads a man, TRAVIS RODGERS, (28) into the house. She grabs his crotch and kisses him on the lips.

MCDOWELL (O.S.) You'll be answering to your wife. And she answers to me and Moretti directly. No one else knows about this.

Ash sees this and walks in the other direction. She looks down in sadness.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Two cars pull up beside each other.

Their occupants shoot it out.

DON (O.S.) What do you need me to do exactly?

MCDOWELL (O.S.) Take out the Italians.

Both sides take casualties.

DON (O.S.) How?

Don steps out of one of the vehicles.

Sarah gets out of the door behind him, 1911 in hand.

MCDOWELL (O.S.) We got a man embedded with the Italians. We need you to work with the Irish. See if you can create losses on both sides. Then uniformed officers should take care of the rest.

Don holds an AR. Sarah walks over to the other car.

DON (O.S.) You fucking serious?

MORETTI (O.S.) You got shit in your ears, smartass?

DON (O.S.) Don't you think me and others are gonna get caught in the crossfire?

Russo lays on the ground and holds his neck. He reaches out to Don.

His face changes to that of one of Don's four squadmates from the convoy.

Sarah walks over and puts a bullet in his head.

She looks at Don and shrugs.

DON (O.S.) (CONT’D) Sure, I'll do it.

GO TO:

INT. HOUSE - DAY

Don types an email to a [email protected].

The subject line reads, "Help me."

INT. ITALIAN DELI - NIGHT

A car sits crashed into a deli. Other mobsters follow Don inside.

A mobster steps out of his car. He reaches into the backseat of it and pulls a little girl from it. He wraps the girl's arm around his neck and carries her.

Don catches up to him and raises his rifle.

The two exchange looks.

Muzzle flash.

Don's eyes look at this in despair.

Behind him, the others give him glad looks.

Sarah walks up next to him.

She looks at what he did and looks down in sorrow next to him.

INT. HOUSE - NIGHT

Don bursts into the house.

DON JACKIE!

Jackie comes out of her bedroom. Ash watches behind her.

JACKIE Do you know what time it is? Stop yelling!

DON We need to talk. I want out. I want out so fucking bad.

A note on the table reads, "Notice of termination" 10/23/2020.

JACKIE You know it doesn't work that way, right?

DON I know about Ben and the other guy too, Jackie. After everything I've done for you and your fucking career! This is what you do for me?

JACKIE It's not like that! You're never here!

DON Oh, and whose fucking fault is that?!

JACKIE You're the one who took the job, Don! You knew what you were gonna have to do!

DON I was gonna have to kill a mobster and his kid?! Is that what it is?!

JACKIE You should stop being a fucking pussy, Don! For someone who spent a third of their life in the sandbox-

DON Shut your fucking mouth, Jackie!

Ash watches this from her bedroom.

JACKIE I WANT YOU OUT OF MY LIFE, DONOVAN!

DON Have it your way, you bitch!

Don looks at Ash. His face changes to that of genuine concern.

Jackie lets out a scream of anger. She slams her door.

DON (O.S.) (CONT’D) For two weeks I applied for jobs before I ended up at Sentinel Securities. Wasn't a good time for me or Ash. I just hope that everything I did was worth it.

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(So I’m completely new to this community and have no clue what I’m doing. Lemme know what you think. It’s all disjointed and it’s the first time I’ve posted here.)

#military fiction #screenwriting #military #action #scifi

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psychologeek · 2 years ago

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@robin-the-robo

#Every week Jason posts a chapter and the notes are always something along the lines of:#‘hi! this chapter’s a bit shorter because I was kidnapped by the Black Mask for a couple of days. enjoy!’#‘okay so I didn’t post yesterday because I broke four bones but none of them are in my hand so expect regular updates as always!’#his readers are a bit concerned but this is Gotham after all. shit happens it’s just weird that he’s ALWAYS got shit happening every week#jason todd#red hood#ao3#I’m glad we agree that Jason todd writes fanfics for sure#dc comics#batfam#batfamily

@cap-noodles

#jason writes for the greyghost fandom#and thats how bruce finds out he's alive#because he updated his fic before even becoming red hood#im shaking#jason todd beloved

@its-maemain

#a fic about jasons adventures as an ao3 writer & we get to see his authors notes & his struggles as a writer + vigilante adventures#jason todd#actually how bruce finds out jason is alive is that. as the overprotective parent he is. stalked jason internet usage#as a child#when he gets an email that jason’s ao3 account updated he almost has a heart attack

@nixhydr

#IM SCREAMING#THIS#also i love the mental image that this is how bruce find out that jason is back frim the death#poor man has to take the day off after he gets the notification#this is soooo funny#op your brain is huge#jason todd#dc

@sohotthateveryonedied

#it’s jane austen fanfiction it has to be#he rewrites pride and prejudice but this time it’s batman and superman

@indi-el

#and the fic is bruce wayne x batman

@stormikins

what's the opposite of parents selling you to batman fic

@dyke-terra

#okay but i can't see jason writing fanfic jason writes angsty poetry#i'm sorry but stephanie has a 200k enemies to lovers narusaske modern au#'sorry gang i had to fake my death and leave the country for a while and we didn't have much wifi where i was'#'back on my bullshit tho'

@dipseysparkleflower

Dude...

I updated my fanfic whilst on morphine in a hospital bed after I had a major infection that almost killed me. Like Bitch i may be dying but i'll be damned if I don't update my Coco fanfic.

@roseworth

#GHEKFHSKSJDJ#somewhere else in gotham steph sends tim the link and says#‘hey look that pokémon fic finally updated!!!!’#or actually#steph is also assumed dead at this point#she’s commenting on the fic and tim sees her username in the comments and goes ???????#it’s a double whammy#jason todd#dc

@reineyday

#omg pls#fanfic author jason todd is one of my favourite hc's ever#jason todd#batfamily#imagine a jason comes home au what starts with him finding his wip folder and fics he had finished that he had yet to post#also all the vent fics he would write lmao#bruce wayne rpf fic where bruce gets punched in the face#bat rpf where he writes about the red hood bombing the batmobile the way he was planning to except in the fic he does it#and then he angrily cries about it after he finished writing it#robin & nightwing fic and everyone thinks it's about the current robin but it's jay dealing w his feelings surrounding dick#and then there's all his classic lit fanfiction lol

@alone77

Jason would 100% write a +300k word fic Batman/Bruce Wayne strangers to friends to lovers.

And Alfred is his beta work

@oifaaa

#Dc#Wait I'm reblogging this again bc I realised what type of fanfic Jason would write#Batman sold me to wonder woman fanfic#With tags like batman bashing#Good parent wonder woman#And joker dies

@flopy-hana

#i love that if i read that author's note i would be like 'ok bestie' and just keep reading#so he totally would

@captainlordauditor

#he writes the elizabeth bennett has a gun type austen fanfic#arsonist's lullaby

@forthehonorofthey

streetkid!jason writing reader insert fic where batman comes and rescues you (he goes to the public library and used the computers)

robin!jason writing reader insert where batman adopts you and you become robin (when batman is offworld on missions he will write on the batcomputer)

redhood!jason writing reader insert where you beat batman up (he prints these out and mails them to batman)

#jason todd#jason is a dramatic lil bitch#i love him#robin jason todd#red hood jason todd#all of the rogues love his fics where reader beats up batman

@kawaiikenna

Something I didn’t know I needed. 😆 Bonus that his fanfics are a mix of classics and some niche anime/cartoon.

@ptadadwenkexing

#steph is actually an avid reader of jason’s fics#she shows tim his author’s notes in the passing#tim being who he is does an intensive deep dive because damn this guy has had a crazy life#this rabbit hole leads him to figuring out it’s jason and he’s back from the dead

@emma----7

#all the comments just going with it#because gotham

@gandalfsmallnaturals

#jason todd#actually how Bruce finds out Jason is alive is that. as the overprotective parent he is. stalked Jason internet usage#as a child#when he gets an email that Jason’s AO3 account updated he almost has a heart attack#^ops tags#but i raise you: bruce knows about ao3#he just never got an actual account because the emails kept going to spam#and so jason keeps updating while he’s robin and bruce just has his account bookmarked to read jason’s stuff#when jason dies bruce can’t bring himself to look at the ao3 account with its wildly popular batman joke fic left on a cliffhanger#until!!! sometimes after jason comes back and before bruce knows#jason starts updating fanfics again and coincidentally#a few weeks after this bruce accidentally clicks the bookmark to jason’s ao3#he sees it’s updated#but!!! he thinks that someone hacked jason’s account and his wildly popular batman joke fic#so bruce emails the account like “why are you impersonating my son#and then jason and him organize a meeting causing jason to put together a disguise because bruce can’t know he’s alive yet#think of the dramatics! the theater!#and shenanigans ensue#this may not be a long post but those tags are longer than any dick you’ll see

@warrior-of-the-blue-moon

Okay, this is one. Although not the one I had in mind. https://archiveofourown.org/works/25380178

Let me see if I can find it, it's not old but still. Jason writes on fanfiction.net I think about his adventures as Robin and Tim has printed his stories. After Jason dies and comes back I think he restarts writing under the same user name and Tim finds out. What I don't remember right now is if he finds out because Jason sees the printed fics or is it because Tim tells him about someone that knows about the family and he believes this is a security breach.

Jason as those AO3 authors who have the worst tragedies happening to them and yet still continues to pump out his new chapter every week

Some poor, unbeknownst Gothamite: “My favorite fanfic writer hasn’t posted or updated any of their fanfic in like four years. I don’t want to bug them but I’m always hoping for them to come back. I hope their okay :( ”

Jason, in between cutting off right hand mens heads and antagonize black mask, like Really Living It Up: “hey, sorry, guys! I know it’s been forever! I literally died and clawed my way back from zombiehood, but I’m back now! Hope you enjoy this new chapter!”

#to be continued #part 1 #master post #masterpost #dc #not dp #jason todd #funny shit #Jason Todd #Jason Todd the Fanfic Writer #Lit nerd Jason Todd #batman #Bat Family #batfam #red hood #dick grayson #tim drake #bruce wayne #hc

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jocotheoddity · 3 years ago

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I posted 58,549 times in 2021

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58385 posts reblogged (100%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 356.0 posts.

I added 3,879 tags in 2021

#dream smp - 966 posts

#mcyt - 671 posts

#tommyinnit - 391 posts

#ranboo - 378 posts

#reblog - 377 posts

#dsmp - 336 posts

#tubbo - 246 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and it’s fun to have representation. i get it. it’s exciting. but they’re more than their sexuality/further more; they’re not the only lgbt

My Top Posts in 2021

This is my baby child Pica, they wandered out of my portal onto my snowy mountain and I adopted them because Dumb Nether Child In The Snow.

I made them a smaller Nether version of my house, because I assume they’d want to be a lot warmer than I.

21 notes • Posted 2021-07-07 04:34:40 GMT

There’s something so funny to me about fanfics and art making c!chat(?) more like a hivemind. Like, there’s 200k of us sometimes, the only time we actually say the same thing is during moments where we want blood, and the fleeting, small moments where we unify to tell him specific things or to chant something to annoy him.

Something that I’ve noticed is used, is the fact that more people talk during the “Blood for the Blood God” and “Technoblade never dies” etc moments. We’re louder when we’ve got something specific to say, but otherwise the talkative few will try and get his attention.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the hivemind idea, but chat irl is usually not easy to simplify into a few messages, usually we’ve got 100s of unique ideas going past at a time.

A hivemind could be loud and commanding, but the buzz of a crowd of thousands in your head could be so much more overbearing. And when that crowd that can’t agree manages to all agree on something? Absolutely terrifying.

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Guess who apparently DIDN’T unhack their Discord account? This bitch!

Guess whose Discord account got disabled because it violated TOS? This bitch!

Guess who didn’t have a list of all the servers they were in? This! Fuckin! Bitch!

29 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 14:19:02 GMT

Y’know the map of Kepler that Griffin made that’s 100% canon? This one?

This is a map of Durbin, WV

Griffin found a whole-ass small town and just wrote over it, added some bits and renamed some things.

35 notes • Posted 2021-07-31 02:02:49 GMT

Techno sharing the destroying L’manberg plan with Tommy in the rain is just, *chef’s kiss* such animatic potential. Such scene setup.

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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sightofsea · 8 years ago

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this is rly dumb and there is the HUGE chance im going to regret this but ok

basically when i was 15 i wrote an approx. 200k OC doctor who fanfiction featuring a kind of half self insert/half attempt to subvert mary sue comapnion stereotypes named jenna quigley. and ive been thinking about it more lately like the general storyline bc like. idk. n i figured i should write it out.

i should mention this is all 11th doctor era bc i was a huge fan at that time, and it takes place between that time he leaves amy n rory to when he does his farewell tour bc i wanted to try n add some canonical irony that ill get to later

so basically its all narrated from jenna pov as kind of stories she’s telling to the tardis database via recording. why, we don’t know yet. she;s. ok so in the plot she was from our universe n was an AVID fan of the show which like tacky i know but whatever. she starts out 15 and in basically my house and neighborhood (this fic started from a constant daydream i would have of going on adventures w the doctor bc i was a nerdy 15 yo so like. sue me) and there have been a disturbing amount of disappearances in the surrounding area that local police are stuck on. so everyones kinda afraid to go out into their own homes and at one point, jenna is doing something out in her backyard and actually witnesses one of the abductions, but is surprised to see the kidnapper looks like the silence, aka the television show shes been watching. she thinks shes going bonkers. her family leave her alone for the day to go to a thing for one of her siblings and she’s just kind of ruminating on this event when--lo and behold, an officer arrives at her door.

and jenna, she’s very skeptical about this guy. like, given recent events she doesnt trust her own eyes. and the guy is...off. like his badge n credentials, if she concentrates, looks like something else for a flash of a second, and for some reason the figure of him is kind of hazy whenever jenna tries to look directly at him. he is shown to have a quirky, friendly demeanor n jenna figures well, i gotta tell someone about what ive seen, so she invites him in. they have a brief chat n its obvious to the reader that this guy is someone VERY familiar (mostly due to my bad writing at the time) and jenna begins to explain what she saw and how its like this one show she watches, and this guy suddenly becomes very very interested in this before realizing he’s got it all pieced together and asks for jenna’s help in navigating the area to find what is, ultimately, a silence space ship.

jenna agrees and over time realizes this guy is most definitely connected to something in the whoniverse and originally believes he might be a time agent bc that seems more likely given their number as they travel to the ship. its also revealed that the officer has brought jenna along bc the key thing about what she saw is that she actually remembers the silence and can see past perception filters due to the qualities of alternate universe, slightly alternate brain chemistry and so on. its not exactly perfect--she can’t get through perception filters rly, especially good ones--but its enough to know something is wrong n remember certain things others from the dw universe might not be able to like the actual silence aliens themselves.

anyway they make their way to the ship, which has come through a massive tear in reality that the officer came through. in the fic lore i guess tears are seen as usually benign things meant to leak ideas of universes into other universes as a kind of waste disposal system, and as a side effect create inspiration in those who are close to them. this tear, though, became too big, kind of like a leaky pipe, and actual material was able to get through by keeping a frequency from both ends of the tear as a kind of safety rope. and to maintain their energy as a stranded ship the silence have been using humans as batteries. i put a lot of thought into this, i know.

SO once theyre in the ship the “”officer”” (we know who he is by now lets just face it) and jenna are captured n separated. jenna is held hostage and it is revealed she is a part of a second half of the “silence will fall when the question is asked” prophecy which goes “the unexpected shall follow the guided task” (i loved rhymes) which is further revealed to the be the following: change the timeline and destroy the doctor. and jenna, being jenna, is like “listen u guys i dont even know the guy so uh failed step one i guess”. she’s saved by the “”officer”” in the nick of time through work of faulty electrical work (like? i know its for style but the silence have all those lights on the floor n it is VERY dangerous) so the whole ship is blacked out n she hears the differently pitched speech patterns (”why do u sound all different” “they took my equipment nevermind lets go”) and after doing some work to reverse the frequency and basically make the ship implode back into its original universe they run back to jenna’s home in the dark, seeing as she was out for quite a bit. her family is conveniently not home yet n decided to hang out with some friends. and when she gets back n is finally in the light SURPRISE!!! turns out the officer was the doctor all along in disguise from the silence using a perception filter. 15 year old me was a literary genius.

n u might think hannah this is rly long is it done now and of course it isnt!! that was just the intro!! after the initial shock jenna kind of parses what era the doctor is from, which is pre-silencio but after finding out about it n in that 200 yr stretch that was never rly shown. and jenna’s like, a whole season ahead of him basically and knows all this stuff and is trying to engage with this guy she’s a huge fan of without like accidentally spilling the beans on his future. she sits him down to explain the whole tv show thing n lets him watch an episode while she goes to her room to pack like clothes n her laptop because its not every day the doctor just flies in and she’s 15 so shes like hellz yeah im gonna be a COMPANION not even THINKING of the consequences in terms of the multiverse, the prophecy and her family (she does leave a note but its self centered n kinda lame tbh just like be back whenever). afterwards she walks the doctor back to the tardis and is like so where we gonna go n the doctor looks at her like jenna you are a literal child im not taking you anywhere and jenna though some MASTERY of writing that was basically hey look over there! and doing it anyway sneaks into the tardis when the doctor isnt looking n becomes his stowaway.

for the next few weeks she just kind of chills in the tardis with this fear that the doctor will immediately bring her back home so might as well have fun and kinda sneaks around him and keeps couch hopping from room to room. the tardis does not like her one bit due to the whole different universe funky energies thing (and this was pre-clara and i really wanted to see a companion the tardis didnt like so) and has multiple conversations with it via the interface hologram which meant i could write cameos for classic companions and write the tardis as a character bc i was a nerd.

SO after weeks of casually avoiding the doctor eventually she gets caught by him and hes not happy about it so shes like well ok then send me home n then she gets the real kicker which is the tears all mended up. after the material was put back in place it went back to being benign n too small for anything to travel between. so jenna basically stuck in this foreign universe with a very slim chance of returning back to her old life and her family and friends and she mistakes the doctors anger at the situation for anger at her so shes like basically im all alone here oh god n has a crisis n has a dramatic run off into the bowels of the tardis hallways

eventually the doctor finds her and they bond over being kind of the last of their kind in a way and he takes a kind of fatherly role and is like well youre already here and im miserable on my own so why dont we two birds one stone it n just go on adventures for the time being and takes a kind of fatherly platonic role with jenna bc i was sick of seeing companions hook up with the doctor and was confused as to why they wanted to hook up with him (spoiler alert: huge lesbian)

so they set off on their adventures. the first one was about the doctor and jenna accidentally boarding a ship of genetically engineered soldiers called evos being shipped off to a galactic war and finding out some of them had rebelled and had been camping out in the ships underbelly. they had no mouths but were able to communicate via sign language n empath touch powers of transferable memories. the captain was a bitch who didnt see the evos as living things n eventually in a stand off either offered them a chance for the other, still podded evos to live and for them all to live a horrible life or have the podded evos be ejected into space in return for them to have a chance to fight for their freedom. the choice ended up coming down to jenna, somehow, i think, and she chose freedom and cost the lives of like 200 evos but were able to get the ones they were able to save (about, like, 100 i think) to safety and create their own civilization away from harm on a distant planet and their success and triumph to live their own lives i guess canceled out the fact that jenna played a part in the deaths of 200 beings. it was. i dont even know

the next “episode” after a brief interlude of less impactful adventures and discussing mortality was a sherlock crossover episode that im too embarrassed to go into detail about but did reveal jenna’s newly formed abandonment issues due to her stranded in a strange universe situation and the fact she had a self harm problem that, surprise, mirrored mine. her n the doctor went on some more adventures over the next few months that were mentioned in passing. it should be noted that this first “act” i guess takes place over a solid year

the next episode featured river song bc i was gay for her without knowing it and i had just learned about easter island in history class and i decided to expand on one of the adventures said in passing during the series to kind of root my fic in canon bc i was a smarmy bitch. it involved being perceived as gods and the silence and using the flesh as a means of luring villagers to be used as human batteries and also putting a percetion filter on the ship so what was actually a crater was perceived to be a mountain. through this episode we saw the doctor again facing his own mortality, river sitting jenna down after a series of events pieced together her abandonment issues n harm problem n being like you cant rely on the doctor for this alone trust me i know its fun but when it starts ending it wont be. jenna gets kidnapped again by the silence n is reproduced as flesh to try and steer the doctor n river away from saving the day but overcomes that impulse and eventually pulls herself out of it and helps save things.

this episode also imports an important plot device of misplacement, which i shouldve put in earlier if im honest. the basic idea of it, within the fic lore, was that the universe, multiverse, whatever had to compensate for temporal displacement all the time when choices were made, but when big things that would alter history happened--like a giant supposed mountain blowing up 200 years after it had already blew up--it had a fail safe to transport the object causing the harm to the exact place but in a different time where the event would have less of a temporal impact. theres also an important note here where the doctor doesnt recall jenna being with him on their first adventure together. both are setting up the larger plot.

after the deal with the kidnapping and the flesh and all their adventures the doctor becomes kind of protective of jenna because i mean the dude also has abandonment issues like lets be real. so he kind of tones down the danger in fear of jenna dying or getting hurt. i mean, its been a year and theyve kind of become these friends who snark at each other like a family would and its nice that jenna has this person she can trust because she watched the show and like, knows him and knows his tells and calls him out on his bullshit before he can even get started and feels a kind of responsibility for due to the prophecy she was given and the doctor has someone to talk to and someone he also doesnt have to hide from really because she already knows almost everything. theyve been equally protective of each other--jenna keeping the doctor in the dark about the prophecy about her and keeping mum on the fact that she knows he isnt going to die, and the doctor worrying about jenna’s safety and trying not to screw her up like he has past companions to kind of try to atone for his past mistakes and make it up to this girl whose life he kind of unintentionally ruined. ok honestly idk why im getting in depth but i spent. years on this fic you dont understand

so. after a while jenna just kind of calls the doctor out like come on lets at least go somewhere fun and end up spending christmas eve in new york in the forties and befriend this newly single mother and jenna fakes a REALLY BAD accent to get across that her n the doctor are related n poor to gain sympathy. they do all the things she wants like times square and macy’s, where surprise! she sees amy n rory n their son and just kind of like. guides them away from the doctor like guys. this aint ur guy. and it would fuck EVERYTHING up also hi i know your guys’s entire life story, cute kid, etc. they give jenna some advice dealing w the doctor and she tells them that she’ll try her best to make sure he doesnt like, go self hating n all that bullshit n they part ways. her n the doctor meet up again and throughout this whole first part jenna’s been noticing people following her? with like, these weird orange-y eyes. and she thinks like fuck ok this’ll ruin the adventure, maybe theyll leave but they end up starting to go after her and reveal themselves to be a species called the visicheck

after escaping and dumpster diving because the visicheck hunt based on scent, jenna and the doctor start heading towards the single mother’s place for refuge (she had seen their situation n offered a place to spend christmas eve) and on the cab ride over the doctor explains that the visicheck r these ancestors of the family of blood, and basically are lifeless specks that latch onto living things and possess them until they burn them out and move onto the next one. they consume what is the basic energy a thing needs to exist and be alive, and for different species there’s different levels. lets say a dw universe human is ur basic ten on the scale. because of different circumstances in different universes, jenna is basically a 120 on the scale. like, these things could possess her body and use it for centuries to wreck havoc with the kind of energy she holds. and jenna, thinking about the prophecy of changing the timeline and also not wanting to basically be the living dead is like yeah ok fuck this is bad.

they find some brief refuge in the single mothers apartment for a time and enjoy a lovely christmas eve dinner but eventually the visicheck catch up to them. the doctor escorts the single mother n her kid into a cab to get as far away as possible while jenna is just supposed to keep holed up in the apartment, but things arent so easy and they end up breaking in. she’s able to hit them over the head with a pan n kind of stave them off for a bit and heads for the roof, but is eventually backed into a circle. knowing the visichek can’t possess something that is dead and not wanting to potentially endanger the universe just to keep her life jenna jumps off the building in a dramatic fashion that i wrote to play with the carol of the bells because i thought it was cool, and you know what? it was. it really was.

and so jenna dies

at least for a bit

she wakes up in the tardis, rly confused because like, she died. like she knows she did. and the doctors not speaking n acting all broody and she finally gets the story out of him that after she died (posted as an anonymous person in the newspaper, i should note, and put in an unnamed grave to keep the whole “written in stone” thing in line) he kind of. went off on his own for a bit before rly hating himself for letting jenna die right in front of him and went back to catch and save her before she landed, therefore altering the events as it happened. and jenna is...not happy about this. like, one bit. because, in a twist of fate, because she is both living and dead the universe must compensate by going to misplacement, but jenna can’t fully complete the misplacement “”process”” i guess until she is in the exact location she is misplaced from, only different time and all, and in this case she’s in the tardis which almost always has its shields up, so she can’t even complete that bit. so, as explained, the universe will start the process over whenever the tardis decides to fly off again, and send jenna to a different time within the tardis’s general vicinity.

basically, she’s gonna be stuck hopping around the doctor’s timeline. like, all of it, until she finally meets up with the right doctor who knows her n has been past this point. which could take years for her. and, mind you, the task she was “assigned” in the prophecy was to change the timeline, and as a result destroy the doctor. so this is basically jenna’s worst nightmare, and she finally spills the beans about the prophecy in a fit of anger before trying to say goodbye and being whisked off

and this is where the angst stuff happens

basically, for the next year or so (when i rewrite in my head its two years, makes more sense) jenna is thrown around one end of the universe to the other, trying to stay out of the way of the doctor’s events while also trying to, you know, survive and eat and drink and sleep. she’s basically a homeless vagabond for most of it, and her abandonment issues and self harming kind of escalate. she begins leading a really lonely life, and grows this kind of love/hate relationship with the doctor where she really hopes to see him again but also grows bitter against him for putting him in this situation. she visits companions before their time with the doctor, like donna, by accident and stumbles through meeting them and trying to just keep going. in her loneliness she starts talking to a version of the doctor in her head, which starts taking more and more of a form to her before its a fully grown kind of hallucination she’s created out of loneliness (which was kind of based off of me being a lonely kid and having pretend conversations with characters to simulate human connection which is. sad. i know. really sad. its a lot).

for a time jenna is stuck with the doctor and martha during the months leading up to human nature/the family of blood, and inadvertently meets martha and gets a job at the school as a fellow maid through helping martha drag the doctor to the place. she figures its the only stability she’ll have for a while and since she was never shown in the show it isnt rly affecting the most important bits of the timeline, and resolves to stay as far away from john smith as she can and just live out her life until the events of the episodes start happening and she’ll vamoose. she adopts an accent to blend in and when she has free time finds the stashed away tardis, which initially does not recognize jenna as a companion until finding archived recordings from the future bc duh its a time machine, which brings the whole pov thing full circle, and interacts with the interface to get answers about her growing questions about the silence and her situation and learns about a device called the cage, which has been alluded to in previous “episodes” only by name, as a great machine created by the silence that is meant to basically make it so that anything inside of it would be erased for existence, past present and future, using energy form the cracks in the universe. this was still at a point in the actual series where we knew nothing so i just kind of went buckwild.

anyways

jenna ends up having to interact with the tenth doctor as john smith once, and kind of aims all of her bitterness towards her future self at him and realizes that isnt fair, apologizes, and has a cathartic moment of finally moving past a grudge with the wrong version of the doctor. eventually the events of the episodes start happening and she vamooses before getting sent off to god knows where again, yippee

eventually through the next year jenna kind of begins to rly lose hope. like, it’s been a year already, she doesn’t know if she can keep living like this. so she makes a deal with herself to wait out until the end of this second year of time travelling vagabonding before she decides to off herself to save herself and the universe the trouble.

she keeps going through the motions and actually stumbles upon a future, post-silencio doctor, with rory and amy in tow, and in a fit of like oh my god relief she kind of runs up to him and is like i found you, finally, holy shit n the doctor looks at her like im sorry but i dont...know you? like i genuinely dont know who you are. you might have ur timelines all switched up. and jenna knows this isnt true and freaks out and kind of just is like, theres like fifteen days until the deadline, all hope is lost, gonna just completely self destruct n cuts her hair and stops eating, but on the day of the actual deadline she keeps stalling as she zaps from place to place before finally deciding to end how it should end by jumping off a building n she has this heartfelt convo with this imaginary figure thats kept her company all this time

so she makes the journey up this apartment building in this basically abandoned future...chicago, i think? yeah. and you know, is about to do when whaddaya know, a familiar voice is calling out for her. she thinks its just the hallucination but eventually realizes that its actually the doctor, one that knows her, and they have this really heartfelt hug before she punches him square in the face

after the fact is a lot of secret keeping on jenna’s side. she doesnt want to be a burden and just kind of wants things to eventually get back to normal after a period of just resting finally and lies about her time being thrown around the doctors timeline, telling him it was only a few months instead of two years, and hiding the evidence of her self harm and other forms of self destruction to try and get things back to the way they were. the doctor can see through jenna’s bullshit though and over a month of just kind of chilling in the tardis and getting better she eventually tells him and after being pulled into an adventure with alien bees and a prison break and characters very much based off of the captor brothers from homestuck they kind of find their original rhythm

the next adventure was the one where i stopped writing mostly bc the plot absolutely sucked. it was a beach adventure episode, involving aliens and aliens who were mermaids and being stranded on a remote island. also, at the time i was going through a sexuality crisis and decided jenna was gonna go through it too and made her realize she was gay for one of the alien mermaids and totally made out with her. you can see how the plot was failing a bit, and the only thing i dont regret is the whole mermaid makeout thing really.

the rest of the series from that point on was supposed to go something like this: jenna has to go back to her old high school, except in the dw universe, and finds out she actually doesn’t exist in this universe??? which is weird. the doctor plays teacher and they live in the prop attic of the school investigating a counselor that literally feeds off of emotions until the students are a husk and die. there was going to be a filler where the doctor and jenna start the doctors farewell tour (it is revealed when they finally find each other at the end of the timeline jumping debacle that the doctor has like two years left until silencio happens, with like a hundred years passing between new york n finding jenna) and the doctors mortality is discussed and jenna begins to wonder what happens to her since she isnt at the event or anything going forward, and begins to worry about the prophecy again.

the finale of jenna’s adventures was supposed to go like this: they end up tackling the silence again, only with the help of the cage, after jenna notices the doctor beginning to forget more and more things about her. they get captured and the silence plan to place the doctor in the cage and eradicate him from existence so that the question to be asked never existed to begin with. i hadnt figured out how yet, but basically jenna would finally click everything together and realize it was her destiny to do this, and even had a better chance since it eradicated her from this universe, and she still had a life in another one and could maybe start over and appreciate her family and friends a bit more, and would pull a switcheroo so that she would be put in the cage and slowly eradicated from existence. from that point the silence ship would kind of go haywire from the power being used by the cage and jenna would drag the incapicitated doctor back to the tardis and saying she has to go record something real quick, and then we dont hear from her again.

last scene would be of the doctor, years and years into the future, during one of his alone periods, sifting through the tardis database and happening upon the archived recording files and listening to them, not remembering exactly but living through these events with a person that was there but also never there to begin with, and the last recording being an actual face recording of jenna saying you know, she doesnt regret a minute of it, go out there and have a nice life and dont feel bad for her before saying goodbye and zapping out of existence.

last “scene” i guess would be a fifteen year old jenna, rather than the 18-19 year old we’ve come to know, waking up the day it all started and realizing she accidentally napped through the whole day when her parents wake her up. it seems apparent she doesn’t remember a thing, but her parents say something offhand that wouldve been a prolific line and she has a sense of deja vu and hints towards her someday maybe remembering but also having a chance to live a life without the trauma of her life lead in the other universe

so uh yeah. idk why i decided to write all of this. actually i do i have an essay i have to write but. idk this fic was a huge part of my life for like. a good amount of time and despite its tackiness im actually very proud of it and just wanted to share its story without having anyone ever have the link to it and read it because despite my careful planning i did narrate like a superwholock for most of it and it was REALLY annoyin. but this fic and the character of jenna actually helped me work through a lot of my own bullshit and im still kind of in love with it. and in the years to come actually m*ffat fucking used these plot points like the tardis hating the companion n the doctor forgetting about a companion like years after i wrote this shit but i think i wrapped up the cracks in the universe n silence thing pretty fucking well so uh. petition for fifteen year old me to rewrite the last half of season 6 i guess. anyway its 2 in the morning and i just wrote honest to god a full 5,000 words about my doctor who oc fanfiction so uh. yeah. fuck.

#so dumb

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oops-prow-did-it-again · 3 years ago

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(This is more a reply to this discussion as a whole rather than the people I'm reblogging directly, I just wanted it here as context.) I'm seeing a lot of notes on this about how you can "just walk," or that drives see pedestrians as a "lesser class," and that public transportation would solve all issues.

As a disabled person that has to drive to get places and live independently (I can't find employment due to my physical limits so I've been doing courier gig jobs), I don't really appreciate being told I'm of a "higher class" or something just because I have a car. That thing is 16 years old and has 200k miles on it and I'm praying over it every day I get in and out of it that it doesn't implode the next day.

Pedestrian definitely always has right of way, but I've seen people not pay any attention at all and just strut out in front of my car from behind parked vehicles or while looking down at their phone, with headphones on, among plenty of other things. I'm a very safe driver, I always stop for pedestrians even if I could probably go without bothering them - but I've still had to slam brakes and come uncomfortably close to slamming into people because of them brazenly jumping out in front of me, then acting like I'm the asshole for stopping so hard.

If someone is completely blind to their surroundings and jumps out in front of a car because "fuck cars" and "I'll get a good paycheck out of it," I hope they know that the driver isn't necessarily always some racist Trump loving bootlicking republican asshole. If someone did that to me and I hit them, I'd probably end up losing my car and my independence. I'd probably have to go on govt assistance, disability or something, where I can't marry because then we can't ever have more than a pittance in assets. I have a girlfriend that I really want to marry and live with. My future could be gone.

Maybe rather than hating individual car drivers, it's an idea to get more involved in your local community to try to support public transit systems, and figure out why people are dependent on cars. I personally am because of my job.

I just also get really uncomfortable with the car discourse because there are people who think public transportation would solve everything, despite the fact I'm disabled enough that I can't stand for more than 15 minutes without pretty extreme pain in my lower back. I literally can't walk a single mile. It's not happening. I can't afford a mobility scooter that can make longer distance trips like a car can (the car was a gift in the first place after my Dad had a terrible accident where a car cut him off while he was riding a motorcycle and he lost his leg). If I'm that disabled and slow, what makes you think I am perfectly capable of always making it to a bus stop on time, NEVER missing it, and always being able to walk to it? Are we going to put bus stops every square mile?

Cars are not evil. The wholesale capitalist thirst to sell cars to people who don't want or need them is. Building entire subdivisions with miles of winding road that people need cars in order to navigate is evil. Not offering any public transit options is evil. Requiring everyone who applies to your job to own their own car is evil. Adding outrageous taxes and extra costs to owning cars is evil.

Someone owning a car because they can't walk too far and need to always have their own transportation should they need it isn't evil, it isn't privileged, and I'm tired of getting told basically I'm a privileged bitch for having one when I and other people like me aren't the ones that fucking lobbied for car supremacy.

(And no, someone gifting me an expensive thing once is not privilege, either. It just means I had a lucky break that one time. I'm currently subsisting on Ramen to try to save enough so that if anything happens to the car, I can get another.)

I love getting in the way of cars as a pedestrian, what are you gonna do? Vehicularly manslaughter me?

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Days of Why and How

Chapter 4

Author’s Note: We finally get the much-anticipated meeting between the two! Also, a heads up--this chapter is just a little NSFW ;) Thank you all for your continued support, for the much appreciated feedback and love that you’ve shown me. Enjoy!

“We’ve just gotta lay low for a little while. The cops aren’t onto us.”

Cosima nearly rolls her eyes at the comment, filling up the pint glass from the tap at the bar. She passes it to Sarah, then repeats the process for Felix. As soon as the two have their beers in hand, they wander back over to their usual table and Cosima steps out from behind the bar to follow them. It’s still fairly early on a weeknight and the bar is quiet aside from a couple of other patrons who’ve already been tended to, so Cosima takes the time to sit down with her friends for a few minutes to hammer out some details.

“And how do you know that?” Felix asks, casually sipping his beer.

Cosima is curious, as well. It’s been three days since their failed attempt and they haven’t heard anything about it. From what she can tell, everything is quiet—too quiet. Why hasn’t she heard anything in the news? Why haven’t the cops tried to contact her?

“Marion’s been keeping her eye out,” Sarah replies. “She says she’s on damage control—she’ll take care of it.”

Cosima doesn’t understand how Sarah can put so much trust in this Marion woman; she doesn’t know anything about her but from what they’ve able to piece together, Marion is about as shady as they come. Even if Sarah is right—if Marion is somehow taking care of their fuck up and sweeping it under the rug—how is she supposed to just stand by and wait?

“Just relax,” Sarah mutters, gulping down her beer.

Cosima fumes.

“How am I supposed to relax? I have a record, Sarah!” she snaps. “Wouldn’t it seem suspicious to you if a high-end security system was hacked just a couple of weeks after I’ve been released? I went to prison for a job just like this! Any cop with half a brain in their head would be dragging my ass in for questioning right about now.”

She knows she needs to play it cool but the truth is, she’s been an anxious mess. Their botched operation only has a small part to do with it, though; she’s more anxious over Delphine’s involvement in the entire thing and what this could possibly mean for her.

“This isn’t going to come back to you, Cos. I promise,” Sarah reiterates.

“You can’t promise me that,” Cosima mumbles, shaking her head.

She’s heard that promise before and by now she’s learned better than to trust it.

Sarah’s expression softens, her eyes shining with sympathy. She understands where Cosima is coming from and realizes that her concerns are completely valid, but she also knows that she needs to keep her friend from slinking down into the dumps; she can’t allow Cosima to panic and wallow in thoughts of prison and Delphine and all of her failures.

“This Marion bitch, she’s pretty powerful. She's got some sort of pull in law enforcement—that’s what she told me,” Sarah says, trying to put Cosima’s mind at ease. “She says she’ll make sure the cops never tie it back to any of us.”

“If she’s so powerful, why doesn’t she steal the fucking files herself?” Felix asks.

Cosima nods, agreeing with younger man.

“I dunno,” Sarah shrugs. “But for 200k—who cares?”

“I care,” Cosima counters. “Besides, we don’t even have the 200k. We botched the job, remember? You can kiss that money goodbye.”

After something like this, DYAD would undoubtedly be updating their security system and taking the necessary precautions to ensure that it doesn’t happen again. Completing this job the first time proved to be a difficult task and that was before DYAD even knew there was trouble afoot. Now that they know they have enemies trying to rob them? It’s going to be nearly impossible.

“Marion says we may have another shot, but it’s gonna take her a little while to get everything sorted. She says she’ll call me once everything’s back in line.”

Cosima laughs at her friend’s irrational words.

“What? You’ve got cold feet now?” Sarah ask, clearly annoyed.

“We got lucky, Sarah. Assuming she comes through and this somehow doesn’t get back to us, we won’t be so lucky if we fuck it up a second time,” Cosima argues.

“We’re not gonna fuck it up a second time,” Sarah throws back. “Once we have more details, we’ll be able to do it right.”

“DYAD knows someone’s trying to rob them. They’ll be expecting us. What was it you taught me all those years ago? “The trick is, you gotta hit ’em when they least expect it?” Isn’t what you’re suggesting, like, the complete antithesis to your entire thief dogma?”

“Cosima’s got a point,” Felix nods. “If they’re expecting you, we’re going to have to approach this in an entirely different way.”

“Thank you!” Cosima exclaims, throwing her arms up in exasperation.

Sarah frowns, draining the rest of her glass.

“Not to mention that our favourite backstabbing bitch is back in the picture, too,” Felix adds. “How does Delphine play into all of this?”

The very mention of her name causes Cosima’s body to lock up.

“Would you both just forget about Delphine?” Sarah asks, her irritation building fast.

“Oh, I think we’d all like to forget about her, but if she’s also after those files, she probably knows something that we don’t,” Felix says.

He’s got a point.

Cosima’s never met anyone quite as meticulous as her ex. Delphine simply doesn’t operate in the dark. When she runs a job, she has all of the details sorted out before she even considers setting foot in the building. She has no idea what Delphine has been up to these last five years, but it’s clear that she’s still in the game and if she’s after the same thing that Marion is, she probably has a better idea of what’s going on than Sarah.

Cosima shifts uncomfortably in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Who would have thought things would turn out this way? That Delphine would be reintroduced into her life like this? Even though Sarah had told her to stay away, she knows it’s only a matter of time before their paths inevitably cross again.

They have to.

She used to think that maybe, one day, when she was finally ready to confront her ex head-on, she would look her up and track her down. She would arrive at Delphine’s doorstep and for once catch the blonde off guard. She would be cool and composed as the two of them finally spoke, clearing the air between them once and for all like adults. By the end of the conversation, she’ll have said her piece and be able to move on without looking back.

That was the ideal resolution to all of this bullshit.

She doesn’t want to be angry anymore. She doesn’t want to feel heartbroken or betrayed. She just wants to understand—to be able to look back at everything with a clear mind. She doesn't want to flinch every time she hears Delphine’s name.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Sarah spits, her voice reclaiming Cosima’s attention.

Confused, Cosima follows the punk’s angry gaze across the bar to one of the very familiar pool tables where she spots Delphine running a hand along the table’s cloth as her eyes quickly scan the area. As soon as the blonde’s eyes land on their table, Cosima quickly averts her gaze, bowing her head to try and hide.

“Shit—shit!” she whispers harshly, bubbling with panic. “What do I do?”

“Nothing. Don’t react,” Felix tells her, assuming his best pokerface. “Just play it cool.”

“You don’t think she’ll come over here, do you?”

She’s supposed to be working and she knows she’ll eventually have to go back to tending the bar, but how is she supposed to do her job with Delphine here? She dares to steal another quick glance from over her shoulder and spots the blonde slowly approaching.

“Just keep your head down. Act normal,” Sarah tells her.

Cosima nods, keeping her head low and back turned.

“Um… hello.”

Delphine’s voice is much softer than she remembers. She thinks maybe the European is trying to shrink herself down to size, to present herself as a non-threat so that Cosima will actually engage with her.

“Oh, don’t you dare even start,” Sarah snaps.

Cosima tries to discreetly steal another glance of the blonde from over her shoulder and when she does, she briefly makes eye contact with her before whipping her head back around and averting her gaze to the table.

“C-Cosima?” Delphine asks, her voice uncertain.

“Keep walking,” Felix interjects, matching Sarah’s death glare in an attempt to ward the temptress off.

Delphine’s eyes dart back and fourth between the siblings. She draws her lower lip in, chewing absently as she assesses the situation. Sarah and Felix have made absolutely no attempt to hide their contempt and she knows that she’s outnumbered, that she lacks the home field advantage. She remembers Sarah being rabid at times and completely unpredictable and she doesn’t want this meeting to escalate, but she also knows that she can’t walk away without speaking to Cosima. She decides to ignore the siblings for now, her gaze shifting back to Cosima.

“Sarah said you were out and I—I needed to see you,” she says, stepping closer so that the brunette can no longer avoid her.

Cosima sighs, giving up the charade. She lifts her head to gaze up at the blonde, their eyes finally connecting. As soon as Cosima opens her mouth to speak, Sarah immediately cuts her off.

“No! Don’t you say anything!” she snaps.

She immediately closes her mouth again, Sarah’s wrath silencing her.

“Can we talk?” Delphine tries, her voice bordering on desperate.

“She’s got nothing to say to you, you lying twat,” Sarah spits again.

Cosima knows that Sarah is right, that she doesn’t owe Delphine anything at all. She should probably just tell her to fuck off and carry on with the night. She knows they need to have a conversation, but that conversation doesn’t have to happen now, does it? Maybe she’ll leave Delphine dangling for a while just as the French woman left her for five years. Maybe then she’ll know what it feels like.

Delphine frowns, running a hand through her hair.

“Look, I know you’re probably upset with me—”

“Probably?” Cosima scoffs.

She knows she shouldn’t speak, but she can’t keep the biting comment to herself. Delphine is surprisingly calm about all of this and while she’s always known the blonde to be level-headed, she was expecting a little more … something? She isn’t sure. She certainly wasn’t expecting Delphine to just walk into the bar she used to regular and waltz right up to her like a goddamn missionary asking for a moment of her time.

“Could you please just give me a chance?” Delphine pleads.

Cosima bows her head again, her eyes clamping shut as she tries to process her thoughts and reach a conclusion. What is she supposed to do? Should she listen to Sarah and tell her to take a hike? Or should she see this through? She has to have this conversation eventually, so why not now? Because she’s not prepared. But will she ever really be prepared for what’s about to happen? Probably not. But what if Delphine is finally going to explain herself? What if she’ll finally be rewarded the answers to all of the questions that have been haunting her for these last five years? Isn’t that worth an awkward conversation with an ex? When she looks up back at Delphine again, her hazel eyes silently pleading, she can sense the desperation emanating off of her in waves and it’s something she’s never experienced before. She realizes that maybe she’s not as powerless as she thinks—maybe she does have some power over Delphine that she can use after all. Maybe she isn’t going into this weaponless.

“Okay,” she agrees.

Everyone seems surprised with her decision—even Delphine. Sarah and Felix are gaping and furious as the hacker completely undermines their act.

“Seriously, Cos?” Sarah asks.

She knows that Sarah is just trying to protect her, that she’s doing what she thinks is right for her, but this is something that she has to work through without the help of her family. She knows that deep down, Sarah and Felix understand this. That’s why she’s able to stand, bringing herself closer to Delphine’s height as they remain locked in stare.

“Let’s go.”

Cosima leads her through the bar, completely ignoring the glares of Sarah and Felix. She pushes through the “employees only” door to find Bobby on the other side, the other woman shooting her a confused look—a look which quickly shifts into shock as soon as she notices Delphine following behind her. Bobby is fully aware of their history and Cosima can tell that she’s tempted to say something, but the bartender has enough sense to keep her comments to herself and look the other way while Cosima leads Delphine out through the back door.

Once they’re standing in the alleyway, Cosima finally stops. She summons all the courage she can muster, taking a deep breath before turning around to finally face Delphine properly for the first time in five years.

A beat of silence passes.

The two take the moment to give each other a once over, to confirm that they are, in fact, face-to-face with each other again. Delphine doesn’t look very different from the last time they saw each other—her hair is quite a bit longer but aside from that, she’s exactly as Cosima remembers her… and judging from the smile on the blonde’s face, Delphine’s thoughts seem to mirror her own.

“You look well,” Delphine says with a curt nod.

Cosima folds her arms over her chest.

“You didn’t come here to talk about how good I look,” she mutters with a frown, dismissing her former lover’s compliment.

Delphine nods again.

“I… I wanted to apologize,” is all she says. “I can’t imagine what these last five years must have been like for you.”

Cosima scoffs.

“Well, if you had bothered to call or visit or even write me a fucking letter, maybe you would.”

Her anger is beginning to rise to the surface and even though she knows Delphine definitely deserves to experience her full wrath, she tries her hardest to maintain the loose grip she’s kept for so long. She doesn’t want to give her ex the satisfaction—to let her see that even though it’s been five years, the French woman still has any sort of control over her emotions.

“You’re right,” Delphine says quietly, acknowledging her anger.

Cosima is shocked, although she does her best to hide this fact. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she agreed to this conversation, but this certainly wasn’t it. Delphine taking responsibility for her fuck ups? That certainly seems out of character. Maybe she really has changed in the last five years… or maybe this is just another manipulation. Cosima isn’t sure what to think anymore.

“I should have… I should have done something,” Delphine admits, her gaze directed at the ground in what appears to be shame. “I should have been there for you, like you were for me.”

Cosima inhales a sharp breath, her lower lip trembling.

“Then why weren’t you?” she asks, her control quickly slipping.

Delphine lifts her gaze again.

“I was young. I was scared. I panicked,” she explains

She chews on her bottom lip and runs a hand through her hair just as she always did before when she found herself in a difficult situation—when she was upset and trying to hold herself together. Cosima easily picks up on this, but even still, she has a hard time feeling sympathy for her ex-girlfriend.

“What about me?” she throws back in her face, voice beginning to rise. “You think I wasn’t scared? You think every day I spent in there was a fucking picnic?”

“Of course not! I know that!” Delphine bursts.

Her voice seems to echo through the alleyway, bouncing off the narrow walls and slamming into the brunette, trapping them both. Cosima can almost taste the guilt radiating off the French woman and while she’d really like to laugh and shrug it off, she can’t deny it—she’s effected.

Another beat of silence passes.

Cosima’s chest is heaving as she tries to stop herself from both screaming and crying. Delphine’s lower lip is quivering now, her eyes glossy. She clears her throat, taking a page from Cosima’s book and trying to reel in her emotions which are swiftly spiralling out of her control.

“I don’t want to fight, Cosima,” she sighs, her voice wavering with exhaustion. “I’m just happy to see you again. I’m happy you’re free.”

There’s a sincerity to her voice that Cosima can’t help but notice. She shifts back and forth on her feet as she tries to find a greater stability, to keep the ground from falling out beneath her. The air is nippy and she hugs herself a little tighter to keep the autumn chill out (or to trap the heat of their reunion inside).

“What about you?” she shrugs, trying her hardest to appear uninterested. “What kept you so busy that you couldn’t send me a single letter?”

In her heart she already knows the answer but she needs to hear it from Delphine’s mouth.

“I’m… I’m still working for Leekie.”

Cosima can’t help but laugh this time.

“Right. Should have figured,” she nods.

“He’s… sort of made me his partner,” Delphine continues, clearly hesitant to reveal too much for fear of striking a chord. “I’m his second-in-command, I suppose.”

“Wow,” Cosima laughs again. “Worked your way all the way up, huh?”

Delphine frowns.

Even though Cosima laughs and shrugs her off, she can see through the smokescreen rather easily. Cosima has always been like this; instead of tackling her problems head-on and actually acknowledging that she’s upset, she tries to feign apathy. They’ve danced this dance a hundred times before and while Delphine is tempted to call her out, she understands that they aren’t quite on that level yet.

“I’m happy you’re back,” Delphine changes to subject. “I was surprised when I saw Sarah—when I heard her say your name.”

“Yeah, well, me too.”

Delphine smiles.

“I didn’t expect any of this, but I’m happy—really happy,” she adds, taking a step closer. “Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”

When Cosima dares to meet her gaze again, she finds a warmth in the blonde’s eyes that she’s fallen into way too many times in the past much like a puddle, stubbornly refusing (or conveniently forgetting) to acknowledge the abyss she knows is hiding beneath. Maybe this time will be different, she told herself every time as she launched herself into the air like an eager child with a brand new pair of rain boots on the first day of spring, enamoured by the thought of creating the biggest splash… and yet, every single time she found herself sucked into the depths of Delphine like quicksand, left to struggle and drown.

Not this time.

“I’m going back inside,” she says quietly, gesturing towards the door. “I’m sort of in the middle of work.”

She goes to move, to step around her ex-girlfriend, but Delphine is quicker.

“Wait!” she calls out, grabbing Cosima’s arm.

Cosima stops.

She stares down at Delphine’s hand on her arm, a shock ripping through her. At first she thinks it’s anger—anger that after everything, Delphine thinks she can waltz back into her life like the Queen of England, full of influence and demands. Or maybe it’s sense memory—Delphine’s touch pulling her back to an easier time where she both welcomed and craved it. Whatever it is, she knows she’s much too tired to deal with it right now.

“What do you want, Delphine?” she asks, her voice laced with a touch of anger but mostly exhaustion.

“I just want to talk to you,” Delphine says simply, searching her gaze with pleading eyes.

Her hand lingers on Cosima’s arm, thumb gently brushing over the skin she finds. Cosima stares at it for another second.

“Well, I don’t have anything to say to you.”

She shrugs out of Delphine’s grasp but before she can make another move towards the door, Delphine quickly slots herself between her and her destination.

“I don’t believe that,” Delphine presses.

Delphine was always far too astute for her own good. It was one of the things that Cosima initially found attractive about her; there was simply no dancing around the woman—as a con artist, she could see through most ploys with relative ease, or at least she always saw through Cosima whenever the brunette would hesitate.

Cosima sighs.

There are about a hundred things she could say to Delphine—that she thought she wanted to say—but standing in front of her right now, she realizes that it isn’t as important as she once thought. All of those conversations that she’d rehearsed in her head begin to melt away. Sure, she could kick and scream and unleash all of her frustration upon the blonde, but what good would that really do either of them? What good is any of it? Did she really expect any sort of closure from this? Is that why she agreed to have this conversation in the first place?

“Look, I’m happy that everything worked out for you—that you got everything you ever wanted—but I’m over it,” she says. “I don’t need this shit in my life anymore, okay? I’m trying to pull myself together and start over. I don’t need this.”

Now it’s her turn to search the blonde.

Delphine blinks a few times, digesting Cosima’s words. She nods slowly, but Cosima isn’t certain that Delphine is really capable of understanding what it is she’s trying to say—or maybe she doesn’t want to understand. It’s a curious thing, watching the French woman struggle—seeing her at a loss for the very first time since they’ve known each other. Delphine has always been so sure of herself and in this moment of truth, she seems… much smaller than Cosima remembers—vulnerable, somehow.

Cosima cocks her head, trying to unravel her ex-girlfriend’s expression. It isn’t like before, when they were much younger. This isn’t a pokerface—rather the opposite; it isn’t the absence of emotion on the blonde’s face, rather the mixture and clash of so many different ones that has captured Cosima’s attention.

“Can we… be friends? Maybe?” Delphine tries.

“Friends?” Cosima asks incredulously. “You wanna be friends?”

They’ve never been friends. Delphine had said it herself many years ago. It was always more with them, always would be more. Delphine Cormier didn’t know how to have friends and judging by the hesitation in her voice, by the confusion in her eyes, she still hasn't figured it out after so many years.

“I still care about you, Cosima,” she whispers.

Cosima freezes.

She wants to launch herself into Delphine’s arms and hold her until the last five years bleed out of her memory. She wants take those words, fashion them into a knife and slip them quietly but surely between the blonde’s ribs until she strikes her heart. She wants to sigh in relief and scream in frustration at the very same time.

What is she supposed to do with that?

“Unbelievable,” Cosima mutters, shaking her head.

After all this time, without even a real explanation as to why the blonde had abandoned her in the first place, Delphine throws this at her? This was definitely not what she was expecting and before she does something she might regret, she rushes out of the alley as fast as she can, pushing through the door, leaving Delphine.

+ + + + +

“Okay, that’s enough!” Sarah barks, making no attempt to hide her displeasure. “Give someone else a chance to play, yeah?”

The punk stands on the other side of the table, Tony at her side sipping on a Budweiser, the two of them watching as things heat up between the cheeky brunette and her femme fatale. They’re four games deep and tied at two a piece, both determined to emerge victorious and defend their reputations.

“In a minute!” Cosima dismisses her, chalking the end of her cue as she prepares herself for the next game. “We’ve gotta settle this once and for all.”

“Settle what?” Tony asks.

“Who’s the better player,” Delphine answers.

They’ve been going back and forth all night; Cosima had managed to claim the first game as retribution for her very first defeat against the blonde, but Delphine had stepped her game up to claim the second. The third game had been neck-and-neck with Cosima narrowly beating out the European and at that point, Delphine had insisted upon five games to settle the score. Cosima was tempted to turn her down and walk away with her title (she did win their initially agreed upon two out of three games), but she found herself unable to defend against Delphine’s puppy dog pout. Delphine had managed to completely disarm her and steal the fourth game, so now all there’s left to do is for one of them to deliver the finishing blow.

“Who cares?” Sarah rolls her eyes.

While Tony is infinitely more amused by the power play that’s unfolding before him, neither him nor Sarah are particularly invested in the outcome. Delphine eyes Cosima from across the table, her gaze deep and penetrating, bordering on predatory. Cosima tries her hardest to ignore it, shielding herself behind a cocky grin that she hopes will knock the blonde off her stride.

“One last game. Winner takes all,” Delphine says, voice low and almost menacing.

Cosima’s smirk vanishes the second she notices the blonde lick her lips, never breaking eye contact. She knows that look—she spent last weekend getting well-acquainted with it. She feels a flush begin to rise up her neck and she prays to God that her face isn’t burning bright red right now.

“You know, I didn’t come here to watch you two eye-fuck each other all night and hog the bloody table,” Sarah mutters.

Her words fall on deaf ears as Cosima’s gaze remains focused on Delphine’s mouth and she tightens her grip on the cue. The corners of Delphine’s lips twitch into the very briefest of smiles before she places her cue on the table.

“Fair enough,” she shrugs.

Cosima immediately snaps out of her spell when she notices Delphine’s resignation.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

Delphine stalks toward her, each step heavy with purpose—almost as heavy as the look in her eyes which nearly sucks the air out of Cosima’s lungs.

“Bathroom,” she whispers harshly as she brushes by Cosima.

“But… but we’ve got a score to settle!”

“We do.”

She watches—awestruck—as Delphine saunters away from her without even bothering to look back. She disappears into the woman’s bathroom and the three of them are left standing in her wreckage like survivors of a category five.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” Tony asks, nudging Cosima.

Cosima places her cue down on the table.

“Should… should I follow her?”

Tony flashes her a dumbfounded look.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“Right, right. Okay,” she nods, hurrying after the blonde.

She doesn’t do stuff like this.

While she’s always considered herself a free spirit in many ways, she’s never been the girl who meets random strangers in a bar and then follows them home for a night of no-strings-attached passion. All of her past girlfriends had been friends first, their relationships slowly crafted over a period of time. She just wasn’t the kind of person who threw herself headfirst into someone else, but Delphine’s rewritten all the rules.

Just what are they, exactly?

She’d gone home with Delphine after the blonde had defeated her in a quick game of pool and they’d spent the entire weekend entangled in each other like love-starved teenagers. When Monday morning finally rolled around, Cosima had crawled out of Delphine’s bed, slipped into her clothes and ventured off to class as she usually did. Sarah had instructed her to play it cool, that a girl like Delphine didn't like to feel smothered and if she was really interested in pursuing something with her, she’d have to let Delphine define the boundaries. They hadn’t brought up the “girlfriend” topic at all during the course of their weekend together, but then again, they didn’t do much talking at all. All she knows is that there’s definitely something there between them and Delphine must feel it too, otherwise she wouldn’t have reappeared at Cosima’s regular bar the very next Friday with no notice to challenge her to another game of pool.

Cosima knocks three times on the door to the woman’s bathroom and is instantly drawn in, the door swinging open and Delphine reaching out to grab her. Once she’s inside, Delphine locks the door and slams her up against it, their lips clashing together.

“So I guess this means you like me, huh?” Cosima pants, trying desperately to catch her breath as Delphine breaks their kiss to trail her lips down the column of her neck.

“Something like that,” Delphine murmurs.

She nips at Cosima’s neck, teethmarks still faintly imprinted and the flesh still slightly bruised from their encounter last weekend. Cosima groans, burying her hands in the pile of silky, golden locks atop the French girl’s head as Delphine sinks her teeth a little deeper, branding her again. She could care less about pool, about her flimsy reputation or the fact that Sarah and Tony are most likely snickering amongst themselves on the other side of the door; all that matters is the warmth that’s settled in the pit of her stomach—a warmth that is quickly starting to rise, to spread throughout the rest of her body like a fever. Delphine’s hands cup the swell of her breasts through her shirt and bra and Cosima bites down hard on her lower lip to stifle herself, lashes fluttering as her arousal begins to overwhelm her.

The craziest place she’s ever had sex before now was in the back of her car after prom and it had been an awkward experience to say the least. Despite the less-than-ideal location, there’s absolutely nothing awkward about her current coupling with the blonde; Delphine is as graceful a lover as she is an enthusiastic one, her hands knowing exactly where and when to touch, her lips finding the most sensitive spots on Cosima’s body with ease. There isn’t any awkward fumbling, any uncertainty or hesitation. They fit together so naturally that it’s hard for Cosima to imagine herself with anyone else, be it past, present or future.

“I wanna taste you again,” Cosima moans with a lick of her lips.

The words slip out of her mouth and she’s completely unaware of them until she feels Delphine’s body freeze, the blonde halting her ministrations completely. A tiny sigh escapes her lips before they abandon Cosima’s neck. Her hands retreat from fondling Cosima’s breasts and she straightens her spine, standing tall. Even though there are only a few inches between them, at her full height it seems as if she towers over Cosima, boxing her in. The brunette catches a dangerous glint in Delphine’s eyes and she repeats herself once more.

“I wanna taste you,” she breathes, leaning in for another kiss.

Delphine stops her.

“Then get on your knees.”

Cosima’s confused expression immediately shifts when she hears the throaty words slide from her lover’s mouth. The heat that’s been rising in her belly explodes now and her knees go weak, wetness rushing directly to her core. No further incentive required, Cosima drops to her knees and immediately begins hiking up the blonde’s dress, a strangled yet satisfied moan escaping from her when she realizes that Delphine has so conveniently neglected to wear underwear.

She doesn’t have to look up to know that the French girl is grinning from ear-to-ear.

“I guess this means you like me, huh?” Delphine teases, her hands finding Cosima’s dreads, hips bucking in anticipation.

Cosima grins, placing a series of kisses along Delphine’s inner thighs before she hones in on her prize.

“Something like that.”

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