Please call me Stella. This is my writing blog for anything that tickles my (hyperfixation) fancy, mostly fanfiction of romantic pairings I enjoy from various media.
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some content you'll likely find here: annie porter/jack traven from speed (1994), regina mills/emma swan from once upon a time, rebecca (particularly mrs danvers/rebecca), wicked, willemijn verkaik, mary poppins/anything julie andrews, alan rickman (particularly severus snape from harry potter), and more. i don't control where the hyperfixations take me lolol.
My inbox is open for requests. I'll take writing drabble requests here and there as long as I am comfortable with the content. I appreciate it!
Okay so my idea was that when Mrs Danvers is holding the nightgown of Rebecca it looks like she is holding Rebecca sometimes. I think it is like meant to be seen as such so uh yea I wanted to make it angsty and draw it how Mrs Danvers must feel when holding the nightgown
Also I know that the nightgown isn't accurate at all, but hear me out- silk is pretty and I wanted to draw that and also I hate to draw laces so wasn't going to do that. I took inspiration of what wear Kara Lane ghost. Oh and obviously Mrs Danvers is inspired by Willemijn Verkaik
an ao3 annie porter/jack traven post canon fix-it, by stellaglacies.
a little slice of life fic series for annie porter & jack traven from speed (1994), but they stayed together, had a happy albeit wacky time, and speed 2 can get Recked (even sandra bullock regrets doing that film, come on).
SUMMARY: jack traven is a LAPD SWAT officer, sworn to protect and serve the public. his bold, quick, and oftentimes impulsive (but always unusually so) way of thinking has saved countless lives over his somewhat short tenure as an officer, including many of those held hostage upon the terrorist bus 2525 incident in the spring of 1994.
annie porter is a graphic designer temporarily-turned-waitress (until she has enough money to shoot herself) whom had been taking the bus to work during the same incident. despite having had her license previously revoked for speeding, she ends up a hero ━━ the wildcat behind the wheel ━━ by driving said bus full of passengers above 50 mph until the SWAT team could neutralize the threat.
jack and annie not only dismantle howard payne's entire terroristic plot through their courageous and unrivaled teamwork throughout the ordeal, they also end up together after all is said and done. and, despite annie's insistence that relationships based on intense experiences never work, she and jack seem to be in it for the long haul in the end.
PART 1 : don't wanna fall asleep.
Take my clothes off. God, please, Jack ━━ take me out of this body.
There is no bomb strapped to her chest, but it's all she can think about ━━ all she wants for him is to take everything, rip all of her clothes off . . . throw them away, and just forget.
PART 2 : how i met your mother.
"Annie Traven," she finally says, out of nowhere, trying it out loud. Jack's lip curls slightly at the corner nearer her, a tiny grin at the implication of this. Annie looks at him, smiling back. "That sounds super weird, right? It's like a private investigator in a Dick Tracy thing."
"Sounds nice," Jack says. "But you could keep your name. If we got married."
"Really? You wouldn't mind?"
"Why would I mind?" Jack can't help but chuckle at that; the way Annie reacts to him sometimes is a stark reminder of the oddities of most others; he usually forgets that, oh, yeah. People are this way.
PART 3 : take me home.
He wants to ask her if that’s still true. Is that all they are, is that all they’re doing together? Two people, finding each other after an intense experience, coping with their own demons and nothing more — is that all they’ll be? Does Annie think that’s all it is? He notices she’s tracing little circles with her finger on his hand, her other arm around his shoulders, as she sits beside him.
Would a person who was basing this solely on sex do that?
PART 4 : from crisis to commitment.
“I want to do something stupid.”
“We could go to Vegas,” Jack suggests, careful but curious. “Elope or … something.”
“Oh my God, you’re right, that’s perfect.” Annie hasn’t hesitated for a moment. “Then we can come back in those T shirts that say Just Married (By Elvis). That’s how we’ll tell our friends.”
PART 5 : coming soon!
*this series is a work in progress and will be updated periodically.
“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
