Stuff I Wrote in 2011: a list, with statistics
Time for a break from going through all the Yuletide fics I marked to read, to do the 2011 edition of fics I wrote this year! This is my third year in a row consolidating my fic like this. I'm lazy so these links all go to AO3; read the headers for warnings and ratings before reading the fics.
H50: Lonely People Do Stupid Things
"Jersey City," Danny said. "Unfortunately, we gotta go through Newark to get there." He chuckled and the girl smiled back. Steve rolled his eyes.
"What takes you all that way?" she asked as they hauled the bags up onto the scale.
"Vacation," said Danny.
"God damn it," said Steve, the penny finally dropping.
H50: The Things We Did and Didn't Do
Danny picked at a fingernail, not looking at Steve as he casually added, "I think the last time was even after she started seeing Stan. Like, right after."
Steve stared out at the traffic, not really seeing any of it. "No wonder Stan hates you."
Danny snorted. "Oh, I doubt she ever told him. He has lots of other reasons for hating my guts."
H50: Why We Can't Have Nice Things
Steve planted a hand between his shoulder blades to propel him forward again. "It's Dolce and Gabbana," he growled, "and no, Daniel, they don't sell them at Costco."
Danny's speechlessness carried him the rest of the way to their table and into his seat, at which point Steve took advantage and ordered the wine.
"My worldview is shaken," Danny said finally. "Ten minutes ago, I'd have thought if someone asked you what Dolce and Gabbana was, you'd ask if they made guns. And now you own their clothing."
H50: The Other Half of My Heart
"Nice," said Chin, holding up a hat and black eye-mask. "I get to be Zorro."
Danny yanked the plastic off of his and dragged it off the hanger; suspenders were involved, always a bad sign. "What the fuck?" he said, holding it out. The tail dragged on the floor below two hooves. And that was it.
H50: all we care about is runway models, cadillacs and liquor bottles
"How's it?" says Kono when she walks into work, holding the door open with her hip till the screenwriter catches up; her hands are full with her morning venti coffee and breakfast sandwich.
Steve looks up from a file. "Hey," he says. "Who's your friend?"
"Davan," she says, turning to give the guy a little smile; he looks intimidated, by Steve or by the Five-0 office, whatever. "He's writing my movie."
Green Hornet: The Importance of Being Low-Key
"The Black Dragon," Kato repeated, his voice lazy as he slouched into the armchair. "My superhero name." He raised his eyebrows. "You like it?"
Britt let the hand with the beer fall heavily into his lap. "Man," he complained, "that's a totally awesome name. You can't have a name that awesome."
Green Hornet: all my friends are as sharp as razors
"Why you take me?" Kato gasped. "Why not take Green Hornet? You think I know more than him? He is in charge of us."
"You think I'm an idiot?" the boss snapped. "We know you're the brains of the operation."
The joke was on these fuckbags, thought Britt as he pushed the door open another few inches, since the real brains of their operation were probably at home right now, wearing pajamas and watching Jersey Shore reruns.
Community: Troy and Abed in the Morning
He peeked through his blinds at the street while the food cooked, trying to assess from the amount of sunlight, the general appearance of the outdoors, and the amount of clothes the joggers were wearing how warm it might be. Sixty to sixty-five, he estimated, and it might rain later.
Sports Night: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (The Baseball Metaphors Remix)
"Sorry I called you a network whore," said Dan, not looking at him.
"Sorry I called you a regular whore," said Casey after a second, reaching for the bagel.
"You're both a little whorish," said Elliott, dropping a stack of papers on the end of Casey's desk.
H50: Under My Skin (Deep in the Heart of Me)
It was a drinking kind of night. He'd come off two shitty missions in the sandbox and was in Greece, trying to unwind a little. He'd told Catherine via email that maybe he was thinking of quitting the service, going back to school. Maybe cop school. She hadn't responded yet. He wasn't going to email his dad, though. Not for a while. He was just thinking about it.
Trek: The Genetic Soap Opera (or, One of the Less Dignified Royal Weddings)
"Oh my god," said Bones faintly, his eyes dancing. "Jim Kirk is Vulcan. A species' secret shame."
Thor: It's Electrifying
"No but seriously," said Darcy, clutching Jane's elbow, "how does SHIELD grab up the actual God of Thunder and then on the same team put a guy who's just good at shooting arrows at things?"
"I'm sure he uses guns," said Jane, turning a piece of paper upside down, frowning, and turning it right way up again.
Thor: The Heart Is My Least Vulnerable Spot
"Is this my iPod?" she breathed, staring at it. She turned it over in her hands. It still had (most of) the sticker on the back. "Holy fuck, where did you find it?"
Clint stood up again, brushing the dust off of his knee. "Evidence locker at SHIELD," he said. "I was in there for something else and saw it just sitting in a baggie on a shelf, but I wasn't sure it was yours until I saw the Happy Bunny sticker on the back of it."
XMFC: The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals
"They want to keep you here," Moira ventured.
Armando stood up straighter. "They can try."
XMFC: Grow Up and Blow Away
And Raven traced a thumb over Irene's knuckle and changed the subject. "You know, every day I see you, I look like a different person. I just want people to think you cat around a lot."
"Who says I don't?" said Irene, smiling serenely, and Raven's heart fluttered. She thought it was shapeshifting right inside her chest, turning into something else.
XMFC: Every Speed on Our Knees Is Crawling
"Stop," said Charles, and they both froze. All they could still control was their eyes, which meant they finally looked directly at him.
XMFC: Be We in Paris or in Lansing
"No music, you have no imagination," said Charles, and then Erik heard faint strains of a waltz beginning, the singing of strings coming from nowhere in particular. He realized it was inside his head.
XMFC: I Can't Sleep (I'm Always Looking for You)
"You look rough," said Sean over breakfast; Alex waved him off and dropped some bread in the toaster, feeling a little more human when Darwin shuffled into the kitchen and clapped him on the shoulder on the way to the fridge.
"Sometimes I have trouble sleeping," he said as he sat at the table.
XMFC: The Whole World Wants What We're On
Erik stared at the board for a while and then looked up at him through his eyelashes. "I'm not moving that knight; it's a stupid idea and a ham-handed trap. And stop thinking about when you'll get laundry service. We'll stop at a laundromat and you can wash your own damned clothes."
Leverage: The New Three's Company
Eliot walked out in a motherfucking towel, hair all wet around his face. "What the hell happened to--" He stopped dead in the doorway when he saw Hardison. Who couldn't stop staring and wondering if he would even make it halfway to the front door or the window before he died.
XMFC: Promise Not to Stop When I Say When (WIP)
He rolled his eyes and unfolded the letter. It had a letterhead and everything and he was concerned it was somebody demanding money by the end of the month, but when he scanned it he only saw 'our organization' and 'representatives will be contacting you shortly' and 'fight to the death' and he was already bored, so he tossed the letter onto the counter and went to take a shower before bed.
XMFC: This Is the First Day of My Life
Perhaps he can get ready for bed before he forgets what he was doing. Perhaps he should give into what is probably inevitable and write himself a checklist to follow. Perhaps he's already done that and left it somewhere.
Avengers: I'll Scrape You Up and Reconstruct You
"Did you have lady troubles before your hibernation thing?" Tony says into his glass.
Steve can't help a smirk. "No, nothing like that. I mostly just had Nazi troubles."
"Well, you're lucky," says Tony.
Trek: Big Me (But It's You I Fell Into)
"You know, that's true, but I've been saving it up. I can smell it in the air today." Jim took a deep breath, puffing his chest out. "Right alongside that fresh-cut grass and water hazard crispness, just a faint hint of victory."
Jerry actually smiled. "You know Spock Grayson's playing this weekend, right? You haven't faced him down yet, and I'll be frank, Jim; I don't like your odds against that powerhouse."
H50: love cuts like a knife
"All the vics we've identified so far were suspected or convicted murderers," she said. "What if we don't want to catch him?"
"Okay, what?" Williams said after a moment. "He's not the Batman. He's a serial killer. We do not let vigilantes do our work for us... Officer Kalakah--" He trailed off, squinting at her badge.
Generation Kill: It's Better for Us if You Don't Understand
Fick looked over both of them coolly. "We 'like' bank robberies when they involve the perps getting stuck inside solid walls." He paused. "This is the third in a string, and the first they've messed up."
"Yeah, I guess getting wedged inside a foot of concrete is a pretty silly mistake," said Ray.
Total fics: 26
Total fandoms: 10 (H50, Green Hornet, Trek, Avengers, Thor, XMFC, Leverage, Community, Generation Kill, Sports Night)
Total fic series: 2
Fics with Steve/Danny: 5
Fics with Kirk/Spock: 2
Marvel fics: 11
Fics with porn: 1
Fics with dancing: 2
Fusion fics: 4
Disturbing fics: 2
Fics with song lyric titles: 18
Fandoms I wrote one fic for: 4
Totally gen fics: 5
Prompt meme fills: 6
Still-anonymous prompt meme fills: 1 (ohoho)
Gift fics/exchange fics: 6
Total wordcount posted: approx. 133400
WIP fics begun and still sitting on my hard drive: 6
Fics over 5k: 5
Fics over 10k: 3
This was the year of me writing fic about Marvel movieverse and not writing any porn. It also saw a decline in number of fics posted over 2010 but also the posting of my longest-ever finished story (at 38k) and two more over 10k to go with it. Call it a wash, I guess.
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H50: Lonely People Do Stupid Things
"Jersey City," Danny said. "Unfortunately, we gotta go through Newark to get there." He chuckled and the girl smiled back. Steve rolled his eyes.
"What takes you all that way?" she asked as they hauled the bags up onto the scale.
"Vacation," said Danny.
"God damn it," said Steve, the penny finally dropping.
H50: The Things We Did and Didn't Do
Danny picked at a fingernail, not looking at Steve as he casually added, "I think the last time was even after she started seeing Stan. Like, right after."
Steve stared out at the traffic, not really seeing any of it. "No wonder Stan hates you."
Danny snorted. "Oh, I doubt she ever told him. He has lots of other reasons for hating my guts."
H50: Why We Can't Have Nice Things
Steve planted a hand between his shoulder blades to propel him forward again. "It's Dolce and Gabbana," he growled, "and no, Daniel, they don't sell them at Costco."
Danny's speechlessness carried him the rest of the way to their table and into his seat, at which point Steve took advantage and ordered the wine.
"My worldview is shaken," Danny said finally. "Ten minutes ago, I'd have thought if someone asked you what Dolce and Gabbana was, you'd ask if they made guns. And now you own their clothing."
H50: The Other Half of My Heart
"Nice," said Chin, holding up a hat and black eye-mask. "I get to be Zorro."
Danny yanked the plastic off of his and dragged it off the hanger; suspenders were involved, always a bad sign. "What the fuck?" he said, holding it out. The tail dragged on the floor below two hooves. And that was it.
H50: all we care about is runway models, cadillacs and liquor bottles
"How's it?" says Kono when she walks into work, holding the door open with her hip till the screenwriter catches up; her hands are full with her morning venti coffee and breakfast sandwich.
Steve looks up from a file. "Hey," he says. "Who's your friend?"
"Davan," she says, turning to give the guy a little smile; he looks intimidated, by Steve or by the Five-0 office, whatever. "He's writing my movie."
Green Hornet: The Importance of Being Low-Key
"The Black Dragon," Kato repeated, his voice lazy as he slouched into the armchair. "My superhero name." He raised his eyebrows. "You like it?"
Britt let the hand with the beer fall heavily into his lap. "Man," he complained, "that's a totally awesome name. You can't have a name that awesome."
Green Hornet: all my friends are as sharp as razors
"Why you take me?" Kato gasped. "Why not take Green Hornet? You think I know more than him? He is in charge of us."
"You think I'm an idiot?" the boss snapped. "We know you're the brains of the operation."
The joke was on these fuckbags, thought Britt as he pushed the door open another few inches, since the real brains of their operation were probably at home right now, wearing pajamas and watching Jersey Shore reruns.
Community: Troy and Abed in the Morning
He peeked through his blinds at the street while the food cooked, trying to assess from the amount of sunlight, the general appearance of the outdoors, and the amount of clothes the joggers were wearing how warm it might be. Sixty to sixty-five, he estimated, and it might rain later.
Sports Night: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (The Baseball Metaphors Remix)
"Sorry I called you a network whore," said Dan, not looking at him.
"Sorry I called you a regular whore," said Casey after a second, reaching for the bagel.
"You're both a little whorish," said Elliott, dropping a stack of papers on the end of Casey's desk.
H50: Under My Skin (Deep in the Heart of Me)
It was a drinking kind of night. He'd come off two shitty missions in the sandbox and was in Greece, trying to unwind a little. He'd told Catherine via email that maybe he was thinking of quitting the service, going back to school. Maybe cop school. She hadn't responded yet. He wasn't going to email his dad, though. Not for a while. He was just thinking about it.
Trek: The Genetic Soap Opera (or, One of the Less Dignified Royal Weddings)
"Oh my god," said Bones faintly, his eyes dancing. "Jim Kirk is Vulcan. A species' secret shame."
Thor: It's Electrifying
"No but seriously," said Darcy, clutching Jane's elbow, "how does SHIELD grab up the actual God of Thunder and then on the same team put a guy who's just good at shooting arrows at things?"
"I'm sure he uses guns," said Jane, turning a piece of paper upside down, frowning, and turning it right way up again.
Thor: The Heart Is My Least Vulnerable Spot
"Is this my iPod?" she breathed, staring at it. She turned it over in her hands. It still had (most of) the sticker on the back. "Holy fuck, where did you find it?"
Clint stood up again, brushing the dust off of his knee. "Evidence locker at SHIELD," he said. "I was in there for something else and saw it just sitting in a baggie on a shelf, but I wasn't sure it was yours until I saw the Happy Bunny sticker on the back of it."
XMFC: The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals
"They want to keep you here," Moira ventured.
Armando stood up straighter. "They can try."
XMFC: Grow Up and Blow Away
And Raven traced a thumb over Irene's knuckle and changed the subject. "You know, every day I see you, I look like a different person. I just want people to think you cat around a lot."
"Who says I don't?" said Irene, smiling serenely, and Raven's heart fluttered. She thought it was shapeshifting right inside her chest, turning into something else.
XMFC: Every Speed on Our Knees Is Crawling
"Stop," said Charles, and they both froze. All they could still control was their eyes, which meant they finally looked directly at him.
XMFC: Be We in Paris or in Lansing
"No music, you have no imagination," said Charles, and then Erik heard faint strains of a waltz beginning, the singing of strings coming from nowhere in particular. He realized it was inside his head.
XMFC: I Can't Sleep (I'm Always Looking for You)
"You look rough," said Sean over breakfast; Alex waved him off and dropped some bread in the toaster, feeling a little more human when Darwin shuffled into the kitchen and clapped him on the shoulder on the way to the fridge.
"Sometimes I have trouble sleeping," he said as he sat at the table.
XMFC: The Whole World Wants What We're On
Erik stared at the board for a while and then looked up at him through his eyelashes. "I'm not moving that knight; it's a stupid idea and a ham-handed trap. And stop thinking about when you'll get laundry service. We'll stop at a laundromat and you can wash your own damned clothes."
Leverage: The New Three's Company
Eliot walked out in a motherfucking towel, hair all wet around his face. "What the hell happened to--" He stopped dead in the doorway when he saw Hardison. Who couldn't stop staring and wondering if he would even make it halfway to the front door or the window before he died.
XMFC: Promise Not to Stop When I Say When (WIP)
He rolled his eyes and unfolded the letter. It had a letterhead and everything and he was concerned it was somebody demanding money by the end of the month, but when he scanned it he only saw 'our organization' and 'representatives will be contacting you shortly' and 'fight to the death' and he was already bored, so he tossed the letter onto the counter and went to take a shower before bed.
XMFC: This Is the First Day of My Life
Perhaps he can get ready for bed before he forgets what he was doing. Perhaps he should give into what is probably inevitable and write himself a checklist to follow. Perhaps he's already done that and left it somewhere.
Avengers: I'll Scrape You Up and Reconstruct You
"Did you have lady troubles before your hibernation thing?" Tony says into his glass.
Steve can't help a smirk. "No, nothing like that. I mostly just had Nazi troubles."
"Well, you're lucky," says Tony.
Trek: Big Me (But It's You I Fell Into)
"You know, that's true, but I've been saving it up. I can smell it in the air today." Jim took a deep breath, puffing his chest out. "Right alongside that fresh-cut grass and water hazard crispness, just a faint hint of victory."
Jerry actually smiled. "You know Spock Grayson's playing this weekend, right? You haven't faced him down yet, and I'll be frank, Jim; I don't like your odds against that powerhouse."
H50: love cuts like a knife
"All the vics we've identified so far were suspected or convicted murderers," she said. "What if we don't want to catch him?"
"Okay, what?" Williams said after a moment. "He's not the Batman. He's a serial killer. We do not let vigilantes do our work for us... Officer Kalakah--" He trailed off, squinting at her badge.
Generation Kill: It's Better for Us if You Don't Understand
Fick looked over both of them coolly. "We 'like' bank robberies when they involve the perps getting stuck inside solid walls." He paused. "This is the third in a string, and the first they've messed up."
"Yeah, I guess getting wedged inside a foot of concrete is a pretty silly mistake," said Ray.
Total fics: 26
Total fandoms: 10 (H50, Green Hornet, Trek, Avengers, Thor, XMFC, Leverage, Community, Generation Kill, Sports Night)
Total fic series: 2
Fics with Steve/Danny: 5
Fics with Kirk/Spock: 2
Marvel fics: 11
Fics with porn: 1
Fics with dancing: 2
Fusion fics: 4
Disturbing fics: 2
Fics with song lyric titles: 18
Fandoms I wrote one fic for: 4
Totally gen fics: 5
Prompt meme fills: 6
Still-anonymous prompt meme fills: 1 (ohoho)
Gift fics/exchange fics: 6
Total wordcount posted: approx. 133400
WIP fics begun and still sitting on my hard drive: 6
Fics over 5k: 5
Fics over 10k: 3
This was the year of me writing fic about Marvel movieverse and not writing any porn. It also saw a decline in number of fics posted over 2010 but also the posting of my longest-ever finished story (at 38k) and two more over 10k to go with it. Call it a wash, I guess.
This entry was originally posted at http://waketosleep.dreamwidth.org/55893.html. (
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