[meme] WIP Meme v.2
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ajremixDCU
BlueGoldBlue
I honestly don't know where this came from or where it was ever going to go, but it's essentially about Jaime hero-worshipping/crushing on both Ted and Booster. It might supposed to actually end in a threesome, but damned if I remember now. This is basically all of it, btw.
It didn't keep Jaime from feeling third wheely and he couldn't help the tiny kernel of resentment for his predecessor that was pretty much entirely based on the weird sort-of-crush he had on Booster. After all the time he and Booster spent together, after Booster had confided so much to the young hero, Jaime couldn't help but think he was brilliant in a way that was tragic- because no one else got to see it and the devastating humanness of Booster attracted Jaime in a way he couldn't explain.
It kind of reminded him of one of those trashy romance novels Brenda and Paco would make fun of- where a woman fell in love with a damaged man simply because she wanted to heal him. Jaime thought that was a disturbing premise and it was even more disturbing associating himself with it.
Was it really the same? Sure, it kind of tore his heart whenever he saw Booster with that broken look in his eyes whenever he was reminded of Ted but now Ted was back and his simply being there made it seem like everything was right in Booster's world. Which Jaime was grateful for but he... he totally wanted to be one of those healer women, goddammit.
But then Ted would turn to him with some smart quip and quirked grin and warm laughter and Jaime completely understood how he could've filled so much of Booster's life and a small part of Jaime might've been jealous that Ted wasn't as intricately woven into his own.
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Unnamed JLI-era Boostle hurt-comfort fic
I've been wanting to do a serious injury fic for some time. In this, Booster is suffering from a severe concussion, including dizziness, nausea and short term memory loss. It's just as much about Booster getting annoyed with Ted freaking out over it as it is Booster recovering.
"You think you can make it to the kitchen or do you want me to bring you up something?"
The first part of that question made Booster's lips cinch in indignant confusion but the second part he couldn't pass up. "Breakfast in bed? Dare I refuse?"
"Alright- kitchen it is."
It took a surprising amount of concentration for Booster to coordinate the effort to sit upright and even more to fish his legs out from under the blankets. That would've worried him but Booster was caught up having to shut his eyes and breath deep to keep a sickening sway from crashing over his brain. Ted's hand was anchored on his shoulder and Booster focused on that for orientation. Instinctively he could feel Ted opening his mouth to probably ask if he was feeling alright. To cut him off, Booster shoved himself to his feet.
Vertigo crashed down on him like a waterfall, the floor bottoming out from under his feet, the world spinning alarmingly and knees collapsing so suddenly Booster nearly dragged Ted to the undulating floor.
The next thing he knew, Booster was lying on the covers in bed again, arms and legs shaking and Ted was half laying next to him, one hand vice-tight on Booster's wrist, the other wiping the cold sweat from Booster's face, grabbing his shoulder, running through limp blonde hair, desperately wanting to reassure the both of them that Booster was still okay.
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Old Boostlethon w/Jaime
This was actually my first writing attempt for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
boostlethon. It's set in that weird universe I occasionally wonder about where the Reyes family was in Gotham during the entire Cataclysm/No Man's Land/etc, wherein Jaime gets separated from his family and looses his memory due to Poison Ivy's influence and he eventually comes under the care of Ted (and Booster). Of the eight pages I've written, this is basically the only part I truly like.
The first thing Jaime saw when Ted led the way into his condo was a tan, shapely and naked ass leaning against the back of a couch. Then Jaime got an up-close view of the hallway wall as Ted promptly spun him around. His boss let off a string of rather impressive curses and feet stomped off- apparently to grab the owner of the tan, shapely and naked ass (who yelped) and to shove him into a nearest available room.
A muffled yet highly indignant voice asked, "Did you seriously just stuff me in the pantry?"
"That's what happens when you don't wear any damn pants!" A hand clamped on Jaime's shoulder, turning him away from the wall to face Ted, his face so red it was practically glowing. "Congratulations," his voice was part wry, part mortified, "you'll now be sharing an apartment with an idiot."
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Smallville
Step Out on Faith sequel
There's actually two sequels to Faith I want to do, one from Booster's point of view which focuses on his relationship with Ted, Jaime and the family, and one from Jaime's point of view that focuses on Jaime's relationship with the scarab and his friends. I really do love the idea, I just need inspiration. Maybe I should watch that Smallville episode again...
Bianca tosses some empanadas into a plastic container and then shoves the thing at Booster as if it personally annoyed her. "If you don't mind," and even through her annoyance she's still polite about it, "would you take these to Mr. Kord?"
Booster takes the container, looks at it, looks at her and visibly wonders why she's doing something nice for someone she's obviously not happy with.
"Someone should take care of him," she says, voice softening, "since he apparently won't do it himself."
As Booster flies toward the compound he wonders why Jaime looks to him as a role model when he already has Bianca.
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DCU/Discworld
JLI/City Watch crossover... fusion... thing
I'm not even going to go into how this all came about, just know that it did and it's rapidly turned into: MAKE THIS AS EPIC AS AN ACTUAL CITY WATCH NOVEL (complete with footnote abuse)! So yeah- on hold for an actual plot to come along.
Jonn's thick brow lowered to shade his eyes, the corners of his lips pulling wide and down. His broad face became what Kord and Booster had quickly decided to call Expression #8 (1). "Why are you wearing that hat?"
"Well, I'm a wizard."
"You're a Watchman."
"A Watchman who's a wizard."
"Kord-"
"I'll stop wearing my hat when you get Oberon to wear a Watch issued helmet."
Jonn paused. He had to have known what Kord was going to say in response, but he went ahead and said it anyway. "Oberon is a dwarf. His helmet has cultural significance."
"And I'm a wizard and my hat has cultural significance, too."
For a moment it looked like Jonn would argue, but then his features slide into Expression #5 (2) with a slight mix of Expression #12 (3). "Carry on, Lance-Constable," he said with a sigh.
(1) Or the 'I do not want to address you at this moment or any other moment because it pains me to have to deal with you but deal with you I must' expression.
(2) Or the 'I am no longer going to deal with you because there are far more important things to focus on' expression.
(3) Or the 'You make my brain hurt' expression. As mellow-voiced and concisely worded as Captain Jonn was, his facial expressions spoke volumes. Mainly of the 'why did they give you to me?' (4) volumes.
(4) #3
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Kung Fu Panda
Untitled kite thing
This is actually about three sections short of being done. I just haven't finished it because... well, I don't know if it's actually any good. Personally I think it's a cute concept but I don't know if it actually works because I'm too attached to the idea to be subjective.
“Since Po’s birthday is a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, why don’t we get him a lantern?”
“I think getting him something for the festival is a good idea,” said Crane, “but knowing Po and Mr. Ping, he probably has a lantern he’s used every year since he was a cub.”
“What about a kite, then?” The simian asked. “There’s always lots of kites flying.”
“Does Po even know how to fly a kite?” Viper wondered.
“If he does, he probably has one of his own,” Tigress put in.
“If he does,” Mantis said, raising a foreleg dramatically, “then that can only mean that we must make him the biggest, baddest, most awesome kite befitting the great and powerful Dragon Warrior!”
Crane, who sometimes just couldn’t help himself, knowingly asked, “And if he doesn’t know how to fly one?”
Mantis paused briefly. “Then he’ll probably crash and destroy it, so don’t go getting attached to the thing.”
“Alright,” Tigress told them, “unless anyone has a better idea, we’ll stick with the kite. Now… does anyone know how to make one?”
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Mass Effect
Fleet and Flotilla
YES, I STARTED AN EPIC ROMANCE BASED ON WHAT'S ESSENTIALLY A THROWAWAY LINE. You don't need to tell me I'm a sad, sad dork, this is not new. For the record, I have no idea what I'm doing with this. This is also not new...
A pistol pressed under the slaver's jaw, right where mandible met skin. There was the crack of a bullet tearing through bone and muscle and the slaver fell. Kin suddenly realized the battle was over. Then she realized she'd just killed someone.
Her arms dropped, pistol just barely dangling in her hands as her mind tried to make sense of what she'd done. Her legs were shaking and something had a hold of her arms. It was another turian and Kin could only stare at him in a frozen panic. His carapace was a frost color somewhere between blue and gray, the darkness of his markings striking in contrast, fringe feathered backward like an arrow. His eyes were so brown they were almost black and filled with concern, mouth forming around words Kin couldn't seem to understand.
"Avex," she breathed out, her thoughts finally breaking through the numb fog in her brain. "Avex, I... I just-"
"I know."
"I killed him."
"You did it for me," he said earnestly, bending down to press his forehead against her helmet. "You saved me, Kin. Thank you."
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Red vs Blue
Untitled Carolina/York thing (trigger warning)
Takes place pretty much right after season 9 episode 20 and gets a trigger warning for near female-on-male rape. I don't know exactly why but I think that, by the end of the season, Carolina is in such an angry, desperate place mentally and emotionally that she could very likely be willing to take it out on York, just because he's convenient for her to vent. And nice guy he may be, York's not going to just take someone's abuse. So basically this is me showing how a generally stable relationship can turn terrifying when someone's issues come out and them having to deal with it.
The bones in his wrist were rubbing together in ways that they weren't made to and it sent crackles of pain up his arm. "Dammit, Carolina!" He snapped, "If it isn't Tex, then what are you thinking about because it sure as hell isn't me!"
There was something in his words, in the tone of his voice that made Carolina pause and look at him. Look in a way she hadn't since before she left to back up the twins two nights before. She saw the unnatural twist of his arm and her hand on his throat. She saw the line of his stomach where his shirt had been haphazardly shoved up and her legs pinning his down. She saw the defiance in his expression and the hint of something possibly like fear skirting on the edges. And then she finally noticed his face.
Dozens of time-accelerated-healed cuts lay scattershot around the damaged socket, still a little puffy, skin still pink and raw and it was far more disconcerting than she had anticipated seeing York's left eye: a foggy, milky imitation of his right that stared almost sightlessly at her. Carolina had known, of course. As field leader she was given access to her team's medical records and she'd read up on York's condition during the flight, knowing he wouldn't have given her the full truth. But there was a vast difference between knowing and seeing. As vastly different as York's eyes now were.
It was jarring to see this wounded, helpless man where there had always been York's easy smiles and warm expression. When Carolina realized that she was the cause of this, it horrified her in a way she couldn't completely fathom. She pulled her hands away from York's body, unable to look at him.
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Untitled CT thing
Happens immediately before we first see CT and Wash in season 9, concerning the failed mission they'd just come back from. I rather like the idea that CT was originally a sweet, somewhat shy and self-conscious woman who, due to events pre-season, became disillusioned and cynical. Also every time I watch that first episode of them, it always sounded like CT had been crying/was about to cry to me. So this is me speculating.
Wash broke in with an abrupt, "Sir, it wasn't her fault."
Connie was suddenly furious. Utterly, fire-spittingly furious. "It is my fault," she snapped. "It was my plan. I take full responsibility for Oklahoma's death and the mission failing." She could feel Wash looking at her helplessly, trying to figure out when she started pulling away from him, why she kept refusing his help.
He'd never understand. Mister Steady and Controlled, he could never know what it was like to be a fully capable adult treated like a child, someone whom everyone she worked with, everyone she respected thought they needed to protect.
They'd all turned on her in their own way: ignoring her misgivings, patronizing her criticisms of the Project, acting as if she couldn't understand what the 'grown ups' did. Because even this far into the program she was still making mistakes and everyone else had gotten so ahead of her that she was stuck chasing their shadows, knowing she'd never be their equal.
She'd always be the kid and she knew it.
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Untitled Wyoming and York fight
I'm not a huge Wyoming fan but I have to say, the bad performance he showed in season 9 was surprising. But I think since Wyoming isn't a very skilled Freelancer, he's one of the dirtiest fighters and when he gets an AI that can run his time distortion gear? He'll be aiming for the top. Ish. Very close to being finished.
What the hell was happening? Did Wyoming get that good without York noticing? Impossible- his position on the board hadn't changed in a month. Was York's left eye that much of a liability? Even more impossible- he'd trained with Delta and Carolina to compensate for it. So how the hell was Wyoming beating him? Did the AI he was implanted with do something?
[Not possible,] Delta's voice said evenly. [AI cannot enhance speed or strength. The most we can do is activate issued equipment or modify one's personality.]
"Or drive them crazy," York muttered.
"Aren't you supposed to be the best of the rest of us? That can't be all you have." Wyoming tilted his head in thought and York could hear that sneering grin. "Though now that our lovely Carolina has left you behind to pursue Texas, perhaps the loneliness is getting to you."
York made a show of standing up and dusting himself off, even though his annoyance was growing. "Bringing up Carolina isn't going to make me go berserk, you know."
"Merely stating a fact, dear chap. Though I do have to say: Knock knock."
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Untitled Carolina goes crazy fic
This should not be surprising that I'd eventually try my hand at it. It'll mainly be broken up into three major parts- Beta getting implanted and his emotional manipulation/verbal abuse of Carolina, the second AI implantation (I think I may go with Mu) leading to Carolina's complete breakdown, and Carolina's slow recovery leading up to the sequel hook at the end of season 9. Right now the first part seems like it'll be the biggest since it's pretty much all about breaking Carolina's confidence. The more I think about it, the more it seems Beta already made her unstable and Mu just pushed her over the edge. There also seems to be a lot more York and Delta in this than I originally anticipated.
She leaned against the cool wall of the bathroom, so caught up in trying to slow her heart and breathing that she almost missed the glass of water being pressed in her hands. She looked up as York turned on the light and shut the door. He scrunched down on the floor next to her, the space barely big enough for them both and she took a mouthful of water to rinse out the taste of sick.
York waited until she spat two more mouthfuls into the bowl and flushed before he asked, "More nightmares?" Unable to trust her voice, Carolina nodded. "Wanna talk about it?" She shook her head. He sighed, put an arm around her shoulders and just let her lean against him.
Eventually, when Carolina half-convinced herself that she'd forgotten what it looked like to see York's body being torn apart, she asked, "You think this AI thing was a mistake, don't you?"
"You're not the one that's the problem. Beta's the one screwing with your head. All these AI are messing with us one way or another."
"Except Delta."
The corner of York's lips pinched into a thin line, for once not automatically saying the first thing on his mind. "We're working out our issues."
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The Only Option
Wash mentioned some Freelancers once broke into Command to steal the Alpha and that Tex led the charge. This is that mission and there's only one way it's going to end: badly. I am really excited to work on this thing, I want it to turn out great!
York hadn't been the same since the Councilor told them about Carolina's suicide. To be blunt, he was now like every other Freelancer- withdrawn, bitter, casually cruel. He did his duties efficiently and without mercy or jokes and Tex would never admit it out loud, but she kind of missed the way he used to face any situation with a flippant remark. It was inspiring in its own way- as if no matter how bleak the situation was, there was still a moment of reprieve just beyond your grasp, waiting for you to reach it. Now that York stopped laughing, it seemed like that reprieve was forever missing and every day was a forced march up a never ending mountain.
It was also why she knew she could trust him with this, because he had no loyalty to the program or the people that made his closest friend take her own life. The only reason why he was still there was simply because he had no where else to go.
He was propped up against a wall, looking out over the central plaza, neither seeing nor caring about the crewmembers going about their business. Tex kicked at his foot. "Hey."
His head barely tilted in acknowledgement. "What."
"I've got a mission for you."
"I haven't heard anything about new missions."
"It's unofficial."
Not long ago York would've been humming with curiosity, always ready for a challenge be it getting through someone's idea of a lock or just engaging a fellow Freelancer in an inane conversation. Now he was barely indifferent and apathy on him just pissed Tex off. "Don't care."
"I need you to help me break into Command."
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Slam Dunk
Untitled Fukuda and Koshino training thing
Hey- so you know a character I know next to nothing about? Fukuda. You know whose POV this mostly takes place in? Fukuda's. I kind of like the idea of Fukuda getting extra training specifically on controlling his temper... by someone else with an acknowledged bad temper. Interesting bit of contrast, I think, between Fukuda's neediness and Koshino's practicality.
"Well," there's a rueful, almost resigned tone that gave Fukuda pause, "hopefully one of the freshmen will have the skills to give you and Sendoh the kind of support you really need."
It not only leaves Fukuda confused but puts a bad taste in the back of his throat. This wasn't at all like the Koshino he'd known- the one that ran himself ragged every practice, the one that took their loss harder than most anyone, the one Taoka-sensei considered the proudest player on the team. Why would someone with that kind of reputation say such a defeatist thing? Not that it isn't true, Koshino's a good player but he isn't-
He isn't great. And he'll probably never be great. For all his solid techniques, his consistent play, his reliable nature, he'll never be able to compete on the level of Miyagi or Rukawa, of Kiyota or Sakuragi. The only hope Ryonan has against the likes of them is with Sendoh and Fukuda himself. For someone like Koshino to openly admit that... is incredibly humbling.
All the frustration and annoyance that had been building up all week suddenly evaporated. How could Fukuda hold his anger with such a sad, hopeless fact in front of him. Because it can't just be Koshino that feels like this- that depends on Fukuda -but the entire team. And it makes Fukuda realize how selfish he'd been, wanting recognition for what he brings to the team instead of recognizing what he actually means to them.
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Thundercats 2011
Remnants of Memory (title likely to change to something more fitting)
I'm probably one of the few people that had been rooting for Tygra/Cheetara since the beginning and then was left extremely disappointed by how ham-handed it was handled. So I took an old thing I've written but didn't like and tweaked it to satisfy their sudden relationship.
He smiled at her. Constantly. As if she were the most beautiful, amazing cat he'd ever seen even if all he ever saw was the robes. She loved that she had his attention, that he knew she existed and that he felt something toward her, even if it was just to flirt. But every time he grinned at her, winked at her, gave her a look that made her stomach flop, it also made Cheetara feel awkward. Conspicuous. It made her want to grab him and ask, "Do you know who I am? Do you remember me at all?"
She wanted to be with him, to unravel him and all those feelings even as she was being unraveled herself. Tygra had all her attention whether he was actually there or not and Cheetara had to hate it, even though she didn't want to. Because she couldn't focus on her duty. She couldn't look at anything other than him. It made her do the one thing she wished she never had to do. It made her go to Jaga and ask to be reassigned.
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Ultimate Spider-Man
Things Jessica Learned
I love the potential of Jessica Drew so much in the Ultimate Marvel universe. Being a female clone of Peter Parker and trying to reconcile with the fact she's no longer a boy- I love her because I firmly believe she'll end up identifying as gender neutral, like me. If she gets a good writer that remembers she's more 'Pete' than she is 'CHARACTER WITH BOOBIES'. Oh well, personally I'll be surprised if she shows up in the Ultimate 'verse again anyway.
So she left to figure out who Jessica was because that was the only thing she had left. And her first lesson as Jessica Drew was that she was kind of lacking in the common sense department. Or maybe it was a holdover from Peter Parker.
Definitely a holdover- Jessica couldn't afford to make stupid mistakes because she didn't have any of the support or fallbacks that Peter did.
So she had to figure out a way to eke out a living with no identification, no background, no nothing except for the dirty costume she wore and all the experience of Peter's fifteen sheltered years.
It was a struggle, it sucked and it was just so tempting to use her powers to get what she needed the easy way. The criminal way. But she stuck to her principles, even when she hadn't eaten in over a day or she had to sleep in a hammock strung up in some hidden crevice of a building or bridge. But Jessica learned a lot about herself in those days.
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Untitled Johnny/Jessica movie date
I have such a love-on for the Johnny Storm/Jessica Drew angle Ultimate Spider-Man was going for a while (and not just because of the clone thing). I love the idea of Johnny being smitten because it's a girl he can actually have a conversation with and I love the fact that Jessica is trying to rationalize her attraction to him Just so much adorable awkward potential between them very like never to be mentioned again. SIGH.
Neither actually had interest in any of the movies being shown so they picked one at random. Because of the time and day there was only a couple handfuls of people scattered about the theater which was probably a good thing because Johnny and Jessica sat in the back and tore the movie apart- the only way to make the thing watchable. They leaned in close together- not close enough to touch, even just brushing Jessica's elbow on the arm rest had her pulling away -snarking, trying to see who could make who laugh harder. Johnny made Jessica laugh until she started hiccupping. In retaliation, she almost made him snort soda up his nose.
It was the best date Johnny ever had. Just before the climax, he managed to brush his hand against Jessica's. She didn't even so much as flinch and by the denouement he had curled two fingers around her hand. When the credits began Jessica finally noticed, her eyes flickering to their joined hands and then up at Johnny who was closer than ever with that suave, charming smile that always made the ladies titter and bat their lashes at him. Jessica merely blushed, looking away nervously even as her fingers tightened over Johnny's.
The fingers of his other hand brushed against her chin, gently tilting her head back toward him. Jessica's bottom lip was trapped nervously by her teeth and she looked up at him, brown eyes almost black in the darkness. She was beautiful and clever and fearless and smart and Johnny had no idea he'd ever find someone that fit so comfortably under his skin so quickly. Boldly he traced his fingers across her jaw until his thumb cradled her cheek and he leaned in. Jessica's breath was a soft sigh against his palm, his lips and Johnny pressed against the seam of her mouth with the barest of pressure. Just enough to feel her heat, to feel the beat of her heart thumping counterpoint to his own.
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Xenogears
A Gun with a Skirt
The idea came to me when I read a translation of Perfect Works saying how 'Lee' (in Billy Lee Black) is derived from a nickname his mother was going to use for Ashley- because she was certain her first born was going to be a girl. So this is basically an excuse to get Billy to crossdress and have slashy-fun-time with Bart. While undercover. Because there's plot somewhere in there.
There was a tug at his skirt- and it felt so infinitely surreal to think that -and at his side was Primera. She gave him a little smile and tilted her head, quietly asking for a moment of her brother's time before he left. Unable to ever deny her anything, Billy complied, following her to the bench in the hall. "What is it, Prim?"
She looked at his ears pointedly.
"Ah, yeah." He reached up to finger one of the stone chips inserted into a lobe. "The Holy Mother, in all her wisdom, decided it would be more convincing if I had my ears pierced. She said they'd close up afterward but it'll still be obvious they were done no matter what..."
Prim reached up and Billy leaned down, unable to read his sister's intentions for once. Her small, clever hands made quick work of the earrings, unclasping them and pulling them off. Then she undid her own earrings- their mother's earrings -and held them out to Billy in permission.
Something knotted terribly in his throat and the only thing Billy could do was offer his ears in quiet acceptance. He was surprised at how much heavier they were than the stones. Not painfully so but enough so that he was aware that they were in. Billy wondered how his little sister wore them so effortlessly.
When she pulled back she smiled up at Billy and said, "Pretty."
Billy went to the bathroom to look into the mirror and he gasped. Ashley was staring back out at him.
BlueGoldBlue
I honestly don't know where this came from or where it was ever going to go, but it's essentially about Jaime hero-worshipping/crushing on both Ted and Booster. It might supposed to actually end in a threesome, but damned if I remember now. This is basically all of it, btw.
It didn't keep Jaime from feeling third wheely and he couldn't help the tiny kernel of resentment for his predecessor that was pretty much entirely based on the weird sort-of-crush he had on Booster. After all the time he and Booster spent together, after Booster had confided so much to the young hero, Jaime couldn't help but think he was brilliant in a way that was tragic- because no one else got to see it and the devastating humanness of Booster attracted Jaime in a way he couldn't explain.
It kind of reminded him of one of those trashy romance novels Brenda and Paco would make fun of- where a woman fell in love with a damaged man simply because she wanted to heal him. Jaime thought that was a disturbing premise and it was even more disturbing associating himself with it.
Was it really the same? Sure, it kind of tore his heart whenever he saw Booster with that broken look in his eyes whenever he was reminded of Ted but now Ted was back and his simply being there made it seem like everything was right in Booster's world. Which Jaime was grateful for but he... he totally wanted to be one of those healer women, goddammit.
But then Ted would turn to him with some smart quip and quirked grin and warm laughter and Jaime completely understood how he could've filled so much of Booster's life and a small part of Jaime might've been jealous that Ted wasn't as intricately woven into his own.
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Unnamed JLI-era Boostle hurt-comfort fic
I've been wanting to do a serious injury fic for some time. In this, Booster is suffering from a severe concussion, including dizziness, nausea and short term memory loss. It's just as much about Booster getting annoyed with Ted freaking out over it as it is Booster recovering.
"You think you can make it to the kitchen or do you want me to bring you up something?"
The first part of that question made Booster's lips cinch in indignant confusion but the second part he couldn't pass up. "Breakfast in bed? Dare I refuse?"
"Alright- kitchen it is."
It took a surprising amount of concentration for Booster to coordinate the effort to sit upright and even more to fish his legs out from under the blankets. That would've worried him but Booster was caught up having to shut his eyes and breath deep to keep a sickening sway from crashing over his brain. Ted's hand was anchored on his shoulder and Booster focused on that for orientation. Instinctively he could feel Ted opening his mouth to probably ask if he was feeling alright. To cut him off, Booster shoved himself to his feet.
Vertigo crashed down on him like a waterfall, the floor bottoming out from under his feet, the world spinning alarmingly and knees collapsing so suddenly Booster nearly dragged Ted to the undulating floor.
The next thing he knew, Booster was lying on the covers in bed again, arms and legs shaking and Ted was half laying next to him, one hand vice-tight on Booster's wrist, the other wiping the cold sweat from Booster's face, grabbing his shoulder, running through limp blonde hair, desperately wanting to reassure the both of them that Booster was still okay.
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Old Boostlethon w/Jaime
This was actually my first writing attempt for
boostlethon. It's set in that weird universe I occasionally wonder about where the Reyes family was in Gotham during the entire Cataclysm/No Man's Land/etc, wherein Jaime gets separated from his family and looses his memory due to Poison Ivy's influence and he eventually comes under the care of Ted (and Booster). Of the eight pages I've written, this is basically the only part I truly like.The first thing Jaime saw when Ted led the way into his condo was a tan, shapely and naked ass leaning against the back of a couch. Then Jaime got an up-close view of the hallway wall as Ted promptly spun him around. His boss let off a string of rather impressive curses and feet stomped off- apparently to grab the owner of the tan, shapely and naked ass (who yelped) and to shove him into a nearest available room.
A muffled yet highly indignant voice asked, "Did you seriously just stuff me in the pantry?"
"That's what happens when you don't wear any damn pants!" A hand clamped on Jaime's shoulder, turning him away from the wall to face Ted, his face so red it was practically glowing. "Congratulations," his voice was part wry, part mortified, "you'll now be sharing an apartment with an idiot."
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Smallville
Step Out on Faith sequel
There's actually two sequels to Faith I want to do, one from Booster's point of view which focuses on his relationship with Ted, Jaime and the family, and one from Jaime's point of view that focuses on Jaime's relationship with the scarab and his friends. I really do love the idea, I just need inspiration. Maybe I should watch that Smallville episode again...
Bianca tosses some empanadas into a plastic container and then shoves the thing at Booster as if it personally annoyed her. "If you don't mind," and even through her annoyance she's still polite about it, "would you take these to Mr. Kord?"
Booster takes the container, looks at it, looks at her and visibly wonders why she's doing something nice for someone she's obviously not happy with.
"Someone should take care of him," she says, voice softening, "since he apparently won't do it himself."
As Booster flies toward the compound he wonders why Jaime looks to him as a role model when he already has Bianca.
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DCU/Discworld
JLI/City Watch crossover... fusion... thing
I'm not even going to go into how this all came about, just know that it did and it's rapidly turned into: MAKE THIS AS EPIC AS AN ACTUAL CITY WATCH NOVEL (complete with footnote abuse)! So yeah- on hold for an actual plot to come along.
Jonn's thick brow lowered to shade his eyes, the corners of his lips pulling wide and down. His broad face became what Kord and Booster had quickly decided to call Expression #8 (1). "Why are you wearing that hat?"
"Well, I'm a wizard."
"You're a Watchman."
"A Watchman who's a wizard."
"Kord-"
"I'll stop wearing my hat when you get Oberon to wear a Watch issued helmet."
Jonn paused. He had to have known what Kord was going to say in response, but he went ahead and said it anyway. "Oberon is a dwarf. His helmet has cultural significance."
"And I'm a wizard and my hat has cultural significance, too."
For a moment it looked like Jonn would argue, but then his features slide into Expression #5 (2) with a slight mix of Expression #12 (3). "Carry on, Lance-Constable," he said with a sigh.
(1) Or the 'I do not want to address you at this moment or any other moment because it pains me to have to deal with you but deal with you I must' expression.
(2) Or the 'I am no longer going to deal with you because there are far more important things to focus on' expression.
(3) Or the 'You make my brain hurt' expression. As mellow-voiced and concisely worded as Captain Jonn was, his facial expressions spoke volumes. Mainly of the 'why did they give you to me?' (4) volumes.
(4) #3
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Kung Fu Panda
Untitled kite thing
This is actually about three sections short of being done. I just haven't finished it because... well, I don't know if it's actually any good. Personally I think it's a cute concept but I don't know if it actually works because I'm too attached to the idea to be subjective.
“Since Po’s birthday is a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, why don’t we get him a lantern?”
“I think getting him something for the festival is a good idea,” said Crane, “but knowing Po and Mr. Ping, he probably has a lantern he’s used every year since he was a cub.”
“What about a kite, then?” The simian asked. “There’s always lots of kites flying.”
“Does Po even know how to fly a kite?” Viper wondered.
“If he does, he probably has one of his own,” Tigress put in.
“If he does,” Mantis said, raising a foreleg dramatically, “then that can only mean that we must make him the biggest, baddest, most awesome kite befitting the great and powerful Dragon Warrior!”
Crane, who sometimes just couldn’t help himself, knowingly asked, “And if he doesn’t know how to fly one?”
Mantis paused briefly. “Then he’ll probably crash and destroy it, so don’t go getting attached to the thing.”
“Alright,” Tigress told them, “unless anyone has a better idea, we’ll stick with the kite. Now… does anyone know how to make one?”
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Mass Effect
Fleet and Flotilla
YES, I STARTED AN EPIC ROMANCE BASED ON WHAT'S ESSENTIALLY A THROWAWAY LINE. You don't need to tell me I'm a sad, sad dork, this is not new. For the record, I have no idea what I'm doing with this. This is also not new...
A pistol pressed under the slaver's jaw, right where mandible met skin. There was the crack of a bullet tearing through bone and muscle and the slaver fell. Kin suddenly realized the battle was over. Then she realized she'd just killed someone.
Her arms dropped, pistol just barely dangling in her hands as her mind tried to make sense of what she'd done. Her legs were shaking and something had a hold of her arms. It was another turian and Kin could only stare at him in a frozen panic. His carapace was a frost color somewhere between blue and gray, the darkness of his markings striking in contrast, fringe feathered backward like an arrow. His eyes were so brown they were almost black and filled with concern, mouth forming around words Kin couldn't seem to understand.
"Avex," she breathed out, her thoughts finally breaking through the numb fog in her brain. "Avex, I... I just-"
"I know."
"I killed him."
"You did it for me," he said earnestly, bending down to press his forehead against her helmet. "You saved me, Kin. Thank you."
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Red vs Blue
Untitled Carolina/York thing (trigger warning)
Takes place pretty much right after season 9 episode 20 and gets a trigger warning for near female-on-male rape. I don't know exactly why but I think that, by the end of the season, Carolina is in such an angry, desperate place mentally and emotionally that she could very likely be willing to take it out on York, just because he's convenient for her to vent. And nice guy he may be, York's not going to just take someone's abuse. So basically this is me showing how a generally stable relationship can turn terrifying when someone's issues come out and them having to deal with it.
The bones in his wrist were rubbing together in ways that they weren't made to and it sent crackles of pain up his arm. "Dammit, Carolina!" He snapped, "If it isn't Tex, then what are you thinking about because it sure as hell isn't me!"
There was something in his words, in the tone of his voice that made Carolina pause and look at him. Look in a way she hadn't since before she left to back up the twins two nights before. She saw the unnatural twist of his arm and her hand on his throat. She saw the line of his stomach where his shirt had been haphazardly shoved up and her legs pinning his down. She saw the defiance in his expression and the hint of something possibly like fear skirting on the edges. And then she finally noticed his face.
Dozens of time-accelerated-healed cuts lay scattershot around the damaged socket, still a little puffy, skin still pink and raw and it was far more disconcerting than she had anticipated seeing York's left eye: a foggy, milky imitation of his right that stared almost sightlessly at her. Carolina had known, of course. As field leader she was given access to her team's medical records and she'd read up on York's condition during the flight, knowing he wouldn't have given her the full truth. But there was a vast difference between knowing and seeing. As vastly different as York's eyes now were.
It was jarring to see this wounded, helpless man where there had always been York's easy smiles and warm expression. When Carolina realized that she was the cause of this, it horrified her in a way she couldn't completely fathom. She pulled her hands away from York's body, unable to look at him.
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Untitled CT thing
Happens immediately before we first see CT and Wash in season 9, concerning the failed mission they'd just come back from. I rather like the idea that CT was originally a sweet, somewhat shy and self-conscious woman who, due to events pre-season, became disillusioned and cynical. Also every time I watch that first episode of them, it always sounded like CT had been crying/was about to cry to me. So this is me speculating.
Wash broke in with an abrupt, "Sir, it wasn't her fault."
Connie was suddenly furious. Utterly, fire-spittingly furious. "It is my fault," she snapped. "It was my plan. I take full responsibility for Oklahoma's death and the mission failing." She could feel Wash looking at her helplessly, trying to figure out when she started pulling away from him, why she kept refusing his help.
He'd never understand. Mister Steady and Controlled, he could never know what it was like to be a fully capable adult treated like a child, someone whom everyone she worked with, everyone she respected thought they needed to protect.
They'd all turned on her in their own way: ignoring her misgivings, patronizing her criticisms of the Project, acting as if she couldn't understand what the 'grown ups' did. Because even this far into the program she was still making mistakes and everyone else had gotten so ahead of her that she was stuck chasing their shadows, knowing she'd never be their equal.
She'd always be the kid and she knew it.
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Untitled Wyoming and York fight
I'm not a huge Wyoming fan but I have to say, the bad performance he showed in season 9 was surprising. But I think since Wyoming isn't a very skilled Freelancer, he's one of the dirtiest fighters and when he gets an AI that can run his time distortion gear? He'll be aiming for the top. Ish. Very close to being finished.
What the hell was happening? Did Wyoming get that good without York noticing? Impossible- his position on the board hadn't changed in a month. Was York's left eye that much of a liability? Even more impossible- he'd trained with Delta and Carolina to compensate for it. So how the hell was Wyoming beating him? Did the AI he was implanted with do something?
[Not possible,] Delta's voice said evenly. [AI cannot enhance speed or strength. The most we can do is activate issued equipment or modify one's personality.]
"Or drive them crazy," York muttered.
"Aren't you supposed to be the best of the rest of us? That can't be all you have." Wyoming tilted his head in thought and York could hear that sneering grin. "Though now that our lovely Carolina has left you behind to pursue Texas, perhaps the loneliness is getting to you."
York made a show of standing up and dusting himself off, even though his annoyance was growing. "Bringing up Carolina isn't going to make me go berserk, you know."
"Merely stating a fact, dear chap. Though I do have to say: Knock knock."
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Untitled Carolina goes crazy fic
This should not be surprising that I'd eventually try my hand at it. It'll mainly be broken up into three major parts- Beta getting implanted and his emotional manipulation/verbal abuse of Carolina, the second AI implantation (I think I may go with Mu) leading to Carolina's complete breakdown, and Carolina's slow recovery leading up to the sequel hook at the end of season 9. Right now the first part seems like it'll be the biggest since it's pretty much all about breaking Carolina's confidence. The more I think about it, the more it seems Beta already made her unstable and Mu just pushed her over the edge. There also seems to be a lot more York and Delta in this than I originally anticipated.
She leaned against the cool wall of the bathroom, so caught up in trying to slow her heart and breathing that she almost missed the glass of water being pressed in her hands. She looked up as York turned on the light and shut the door. He scrunched down on the floor next to her, the space barely big enough for them both and she took a mouthful of water to rinse out the taste of sick.
York waited until she spat two more mouthfuls into the bowl and flushed before he asked, "More nightmares?" Unable to trust her voice, Carolina nodded. "Wanna talk about it?" She shook her head. He sighed, put an arm around her shoulders and just let her lean against him.
Eventually, when Carolina half-convinced herself that she'd forgotten what it looked like to see York's body being torn apart, she asked, "You think this AI thing was a mistake, don't you?"
"You're not the one that's the problem. Beta's the one screwing with your head. All these AI are messing with us one way or another."
"Except Delta."
The corner of York's lips pinched into a thin line, for once not automatically saying the first thing on his mind. "We're working out our issues."
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The Only Option
Wash mentioned some Freelancers once broke into Command to steal the Alpha and that Tex led the charge. This is that mission and there's only one way it's going to end: badly. I am really excited to work on this thing, I want it to turn out great!
York hadn't been the same since the Councilor told them about Carolina's suicide. To be blunt, he was now like every other Freelancer- withdrawn, bitter, casually cruel. He did his duties efficiently and without mercy or jokes and Tex would never admit it out loud, but she kind of missed the way he used to face any situation with a flippant remark. It was inspiring in its own way- as if no matter how bleak the situation was, there was still a moment of reprieve just beyond your grasp, waiting for you to reach it. Now that York stopped laughing, it seemed like that reprieve was forever missing and every day was a forced march up a never ending mountain.
It was also why she knew she could trust him with this, because he had no loyalty to the program or the people that made his closest friend take her own life. The only reason why he was still there was simply because he had no where else to go.
He was propped up against a wall, looking out over the central plaza, neither seeing nor caring about the crewmembers going about their business. Tex kicked at his foot. "Hey."
His head barely tilted in acknowledgement. "What."
"I've got a mission for you."
"I haven't heard anything about new missions."
"It's unofficial."
Not long ago York would've been humming with curiosity, always ready for a challenge be it getting through someone's idea of a lock or just engaging a fellow Freelancer in an inane conversation. Now he was barely indifferent and apathy on him just pissed Tex off. "Don't care."
"I need you to help me break into Command."
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Slam Dunk
Untitled Fukuda and Koshino training thing
Hey- so you know a character I know next to nothing about? Fukuda. You know whose POV this mostly takes place in? Fukuda's. I kind of like the idea of Fukuda getting extra training specifically on controlling his temper... by someone else with an acknowledged bad temper. Interesting bit of contrast, I think, between Fukuda's neediness and Koshino's practicality.
"Well," there's a rueful, almost resigned tone that gave Fukuda pause, "hopefully one of the freshmen will have the skills to give you and Sendoh the kind of support you really need."
It not only leaves Fukuda confused but puts a bad taste in the back of his throat. This wasn't at all like the Koshino he'd known- the one that ran himself ragged every practice, the one that took their loss harder than most anyone, the one Taoka-sensei considered the proudest player on the team. Why would someone with that kind of reputation say such a defeatist thing? Not that it isn't true, Koshino's a good player but he isn't-
He isn't great. And he'll probably never be great. For all his solid techniques, his consistent play, his reliable nature, he'll never be able to compete on the level of Miyagi or Rukawa, of Kiyota or Sakuragi. The only hope Ryonan has against the likes of them is with Sendoh and Fukuda himself. For someone like Koshino to openly admit that... is incredibly humbling.
All the frustration and annoyance that had been building up all week suddenly evaporated. How could Fukuda hold his anger with such a sad, hopeless fact in front of him. Because it can't just be Koshino that feels like this- that depends on Fukuda -but the entire team. And it makes Fukuda realize how selfish he'd been, wanting recognition for what he brings to the team instead of recognizing what he actually means to them.
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Thundercats 2011
Remnants of Memory (title likely to change to something more fitting)
I'm probably one of the few people that had been rooting for Tygra/Cheetara since the beginning and then was left extremely disappointed by how ham-handed it was handled. So I took an old thing I've written but didn't like and tweaked it to satisfy their sudden relationship.
He smiled at her. Constantly. As if she were the most beautiful, amazing cat he'd ever seen even if all he ever saw was the robes. She loved that she had his attention, that he knew she existed and that he felt something toward her, even if it was just to flirt. But every time he grinned at her, winked at her, gave her a look that made her stomach flop, it also made Cheetara feel awkward. Conspicuous. It made her want to grab him and ask, "Do you know who I am? Do you remember me at all?"
She wanted to be with him, to unravel him and all those feelings even as she was being unraveled herself. Tygra had all her attention whether he was actually there or not and Cheetara had to hate it, even though she didn't want to. Because she couldn't focus on her duty. She couldn't look at anything other than him. It made her do the one thing she wished she never had to do. It made her go to Jaga and ask to be reassigned.
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Ultimate Spider-Man
Things Jessica Learned
I love the potential of Jessica Drew so much in the Ultimate Marvel universe. Being a female clone of Peter Parker and trying to reconcile with the fact she's no longer a boy- I love her because I firmly believe she'll end up identifying as gender neutral, like me. If she gets a good writer that remembers she's more 'Pete' than she is 'CHARACTER WITH BOOBIES'. Oh well, personally I'll be surprised if she shows up in the Ultimate 'verse again anyway.
So she left to figure out who Jessica was because that was the only thing she had left. And her first lesson as Jessica Drew was that she was kind of lacking in the common sense department. Or maybe it was a holdover from Peter Parker.
Definitely a holdover- Jessica couldn't afford to make stupid mistakes because she didn't have any of the support or fallbacks that Peter did.
So she had to figure out a way to eke out a living with no identification, no background, no nothing except for the dirty costume she wore and all the experience of Peter's fifteen sheltered years.
It was a struggle, it sucked and it was just so tempting to use her powers to get what she needed the easy way. The criminal way. But she stuck to her principles, even when she hadn't eaten in over a day or she had to sleep in a hammock strung up in some hidden crevice of a building or bridge. But Jessica learned a lot about herself in those days.
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Untitled Johnny/Jessica movie date
I have such a love-on for the Johnny Storm/Jessica Drew angle Ultimate Spider-Man was going for a while (and not just because of the clone thing). I love the idea of Johnny being smitten because it's a girl he can actually have a conversation with and I love the fact that Jessica is trying to rationalize her attraction to him Just so much adorable awkward potential between them very like never to be mentioned again. SIGH.
Neither actually had interest in any of the movies being shown so they picked one at random. Because of the time and day there was only a couple handfuls of people scattered about the theater which was probably a good thing because Johnny and Jessica sat in the back and tore the movie apart- the only way to make the thing watchable. They leaned in close together- not close enough to touch, even just brushing Jessica's elbow on the arm rest had her pulling away -snarking, trying to see who could make who laugh harder. Johnny made Jessica laugh until she started hiccupping. In retaliation, she almost made him snort soda up his nose.
It was the best date Johnny ever had. Just before the climax, he managed to brush his hand against Jessica's. She didn't even so much as flinch and by the denouement he had curled two fingers around her hand. When the credits began Jessica finally noticed, her eyes flickering to their joined hands and then up at Johnny who was closer than ever with that suave, charming smile that always made the ladies titter and bat their lashes at him. Jessica merely blushed, looking away nervously even as her fingers tightened over Johnny's.
The fingers of his other hand brushed against her chin, gently tilting her head back toward him. Jessica's bottom lip was trapped nervously by her teeth and she looked up at him, brown eyes almost black in the darkness. She was beautiful and clever and fearless and smart and Johnny had no idea he'd ever find someone that fit so comfortably under his skin so quickly. Boldly he traced his fingers across her jaw until his thumb cradled her cheek and he leaned in. Jessica's breath was a soft sigh against his palm, his lips and Johnny pressed against the seam of her mouth with the barest of pressure. Just enough to feel her heat, to feel the beat of her heart thumping counterpoint to his own.
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Xenogears
A Gun with a Skirt
The idea came to me when I read a translation of Perfect Works saying how 'Lee' (in Billy Lee Black) is derived from a nickname his mother was going to use for Ashley- because she was certain her first born was going to be a girl. So this is basically an excuse to get Billy to crossdress and have slashy-fun-time with Bart. While undercover. Because there's plot somewhere in there.
There was a tug at his skirt- and it felt so infinitely surreal to think that -and at his side was Primera. She gave him a little smile and tilted her head, quietly asking for a moment of her brother's time before he left. Unable to ever deny her anything, Billy complied, following her to the bench in the hall. "What is it, Prim?"
She looked at his ears pointedly.
"Ah, yeah." He reached up to finger one of the stone chips inserted into a lobe. "The Holy Mother, in all her wisdom, decided it would be more convincing if I had my ears pierced. She said they'd close up afterward but it'll still be obvious they were done no matter what..."
Prim reached up and Billy leaned down, unable to read his sister's intentions for once. Her small, clever hands made quick work of the earrings, unclasping them and pulling them off. Then she undid her own earrings- their mother's earrings -and held them out to Billy in permission.
Something knotted terribly in his throat and the only thing Billy could do was offer his ears in quiet acceptance. He was surprised at how much heavier they were than the stones. Not painfully so but enough so that he was aware that they were in. Billy wondered how his little sister wore them so effortlessly.
When she pulled back she smiled up at Billy and said, "Pretty."
Billy went to the bathroom to look into the mirror and he gasped. Ashley was staring back out at him.
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Date: 2012-04-14 02:59 am (UTC)Which throwaway line!?
Also. Heh heh heh.