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darknessbutbright · 3 years

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an alternative ending to A Streetcar Named Desire...

The gentleman from Dallas sat across from her, eyes containing nothing but love for the one opposite him. He clasped her hand and brought it to his lips, whispering countless promises to the trembling girl in her hospital gown.

“It’s not a dream, my darling Blanche. They say you are insane, but you are anything but that. Do you not remember what my promise to you was, before I left Laurel?”

She nodded, and recited what Shep had once told her; long before Belle Reve had passed into the hands of strangers, long before the days of the Flamingo Hotel.

“You said you were my Rosenkavalier.”

“And your Rosenkavalier I shall be. Escape with me, my girl in white, and we shall be together forever.”

Blanche shimmies down the window with a makeshift rope of bedsheets, her coarse hair catching the breeze, the wind threatening to tug her down. Shep’s words course through her head, that his yacht would be on standby at the docks, his men stocking it with countless bottles of champagne and jewels of his own choosing.

“You won’t need to worry about anything anymore. I, Shep Huntleigh, swear to gift you everything you desire. You own my heart and soul, dear princess, not a day goes by where I wish for your company.”

The woman clad in white flutters among the shadows, careful to lurk within distance of the street lamps, knowing that they would lead to her capture. She follows her intuition, trailing the streetcar tracks on the asphalt; her nose, once used to discern perfume, learns to pursue the faint smell of salt within the air. New Orleans was quiet, and Blanche was alone, all alone in the night.

The thundering told her otherwise.

The rumbling crept up on the lone figure, the streetcar hurtling on the tracks, taking no note of her until it was too late. The driver of the Polaris slams on the brakes, silent prayers hoping for a quick death for the girl glued to the ground

Fate ties Blanche to the tracks , the fabric of her gown latching onto the rail, pining her down as the roars grow louder and louder.

“Oh, Shep, save me…”

The Rosenkavalier swoops in, saving the fair maiden.

The Rosenprinzessin leaves with her Rosenkavalier, the girl in white taking no notice of the streetcar splattered with crimson; she places her hand in his, not hearing the shrieks of those surrounding the girl in red.

The moth, now a butterfly, is finally alive.

(author note: done for a school assignment- pretty proud of myself)

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badsext · 3 years

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I wish you would write a Leon fic.. that's it. That's the message 😅

Scene Partners: Leon X Reader

Thank you for the request @misskittysmagicportal. I love Leon. I hope I’m doing him justice.

Summary: After Leon’s ill fated role as Neil Armstrong in the fake moon landing, he decided that fancy acting classes would be just the thing to launch (pun intended) his career as a serious actor.

Warning: Very irresponsible and spontaneous smut (Please use protection IRL) 18+ and suggested assault of a character within a play. I hid the smut under the ‘read more’. These warnings make it sound heavier than it is...it’s actually super light and fun.

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Johnny looked at Leon incredulously. “Where are you going at 10:00 AM on a Thursday morning?”

Leon looked his best mate in the eye and lied. “The pub, of course.”

In fact, this was the first day in months he wasn’t drunk or high...Alright, maybe just a toke or two to take the edge off. He even washed his hair and put on a turtleneck because that is what serious actors wore. Leon had lied and stumbled his way into a local university Theatre School, financing his tuition with a fraudulent cheque.

It was only an introductory scene workshop for beginners, but after watching the real Neil Armstrong walk on the Moon, Leon aspired to do great things. He arrived at the theatre more or less on time and with an inflated sense of purpose. It smelled like dust and leather and old wood. Framed photographs of former students lined the hallowed halls. Nervousness began to set in. He felt like an imposter, just like he did when Johnny had asked him to impersonate Stanley Kubrick some months ago. Accept this time, the only thing he had to impersonate was a man with confidence. After a brief internal struggle, Leon decided that he would go to the pub after all. There was always next Thursday.

As he reached for the door, a young woman had just entered, shaking the rain off her umbrella. Seeing how cute she was, Leon immediately changed course.

“Are you here for the workshop?,” she asked politely.

“Yes, I am,” he replied with a bashful smile. “I’m Leon.”

When she took off her coat, he saw how she wore a very similar black turtleneck.

“Y/N. Pleasure to meet you, Leon.” She paused, looking up from her cat eye glasses. “I think we might be late!,” she added urgently. He followed her onto the workshop, sitting beside her in the back row of chairs. His interest in y/n distracted him from the enormity of the theatre and his growing stage fright.

The professor explained the warm up exercises, but Leon learned nothing. He was watching y/n chew on her fountain pen. They started with a series of vocalizations and deep breathing. Leon watched y/n’s chest and diaphragm expand and contract with each concentrated breath. Once she caught him staring, he would look up to the rafters or down at his shoes, thoughtfully scratching his beard. She smiled at his lack of subtlety.

The professor distributed scenes to the students at random. Leon looked down at his script. His stage fright resurfaced as he read the words at the top of the page. ‘Macbeth: Act 4, Scene 1.’ The ‘Second Witch’ part had been highlighted.

The students were given fifteen minutes to rehearse their scenes wherein Leon mumbled and stumbled through his lines. The actresses playing the other witches were good-natured about it, but everyone knew the scene would be shit.

He broke into a sweat as the actors were called to the stage. His mind was nothing but static at that point. He watched the actresses move their lips, hunched in crone-like fashion and wiggling their fingers over an imaginary cauldron. They chanted in unison:

“Double, double toil and trouble;

Fire burn and cauldron bubble.”

When they stopped, everyone looked at Leon. This was his line. The last ‘bubble’ just hung in the air while the silence took over. He gave it his best effort, though his voice was weak and his hands were shaking.

“Fillet of a fanny snake,

In the cauldron boil and bake;

Eye of newt and toe of frog,

Wool of twat and tongue of hog.”

His hands shook with such force that he dropped the script.

“Oh, bollocks - It’s gone in the soup!” He improvised rolling up his sleeve and fishing it out of the hot cauldron.

“Leon...Leon!” It took the professor several tries to rouse him from his panic. “That’s enough, Leon. We mustn't paraphrase Shakespeare.” The students giggled. The professor pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Let’s try something else, shall we?”

He turned and pulled two scripts from his briefcase, handing one to Leon. “We need something to build your confidence. You will play Stanley Kawalski. He’s a proud, domineering brute.” He beat his chest for emphasis. “And you...y/n, you will play Blanche, the jealous, simmering sexpot,” he said, casually handing her the other script.

“A Streetcar Named Desire? Wasn’t that a film with Marlon Brando?,” Leon muttered nervously.

The professor put a hand on each of their backs. “I’ll read the stage directions. Don’t think, just use your instincts.”

Leon read the lines with as much bravado as he could muster. “I've been on to you from the start! Not once did you pull any wool over this boy's eyes! You come in here and sprinkle the place with powder and spray perfume and cover the light bulb with a paper lantern, and lo and behold the place has turned into Egypt and you are the Queen of the Nile! Sitting on your throne and swilling down my liquor! I say--Ha!--Ha! Do you hear me? Ha--Ha--ha!”

“Okay, now he walks into the bedroom.”

Y/N cried out a warning as Blanche, “Don't come in here!”

“That was quite good,” Leon whispered, eliciting a small smile.

“Stanley goes into the bathroom and Blanche picks up the phone.”

Blanche: “Operator, operator! Give me long-distance, please.... I want to get in touch with Mr. Shep Huntleigh of Dallas. He's so well-known he doesn't require any address. Just ask anybody who--Wait! I--No, I couldn't find it right now.... Please understand, I--No! No, wait! ... One moment! Someone is--Nothing! Hold on, please!”

Leon grinned out of character, so impressed by y/n’s acting.

“Blanch is going mad now, pacing back and forth.”

Blanche: “Operator! Operator! Never mind long-distance. Get Western Union. There isn't time to be--Western--Western Union! Western Union? Yes! I--want to--Take down this message! "In desperate, desperate circumstances! Help me! Caught in a trap. Caught in--" Oh!

Stanley: “You left th' phone off th' hook.”

“Now he blocks her from the door.”

Blanche: “Let me--let me get by you!”

Stanley: “Get by me! Sure. Go ahead”

“But he only gives her an inch.”

Blanche: “You--you stand over there!”

Stanley: “You got plenty of room to walk by me now.”

Blanche: “Not with you there! But I've got to get out somehow!”

Stanley: “You think I'll interfere with you? Ha-ha!”

Blanche: “I warn you, don't, I'm in danger!”

“He takes another step and she smashes the bottle breaking it.”

Stanley: “What did you do that for?”

Blanche: “So I could twist the broken end in your face!”

Stanley: “I bet you would do that!”

Blanch: “I would! I will if you--”

Leon’s reading becomes increasingly stilted and awkward. “Oh! So you want some rough-house! All right, let's have some rough-house!”

“He springs out at her. She swipes the bottle at him, but he captures her wrist and overpowers her.”

The professor read the stage directions, but Leon wouldn’t move, delivering the next bit of dialogue with a sigh of regret. “Tiger--tiger! Drop the bottle top! Drop it! We've had this date with each other from the beginning!”

“Overpower her, Leon.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t like to do that, Professor.”

“It’s acting, Leon...It’s pretend.”

“I don’t even want to pretend. Stanley is horrid and I hate him.”

The professor rolled his eyes, disregarding Leon’s protest. Then he clapped his hands together addressing the other students. “Okay, everybody, that’s it for today. I want you off book by next week.”

The students started getting up from their chairs and shuffling their things. Y/N approached Leon who was staring down at the stage with his arms folded. He looked up anxiously as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. Meet me in the ladies room in five minutes.

Leon was at first confused, then his eyes widened with surprise when he realized what she meant. She laughed and swaggered away.

Y/N spotted Leon lurking by the door. “Leon, that was three minutes, at most. Luckily everybody left after class. At least I think so,” she added with a cheeky grin. “Come here.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the cubicle. Do you want to shag?

Leon nodded his head. “Y-yes.”

“I liked what you did today,” she said, removing her knickers. “It was very chivalrous of you.”

Y/N tilted her head and kissed him. He inhaled at the contact of her lips.

She pulled back and looked him in his glistening green eyes. “Go on then.”

“What ‘d ya mean?

“Fuck me, Leon.”

“Shouldn’t I, you know...foreplay?”

“Leon, I’m already soaked. Get your cock out and fuck me.”

Leon quickly unbuckled his belt and let his trousers fall down around his ankles. She turned with her back against the partition wall and one foot on the toilet seat. He lifted her tartan skirt and drove up inside her, groaning at the tight wet sensation. She inhaled through her teeth, clutching at his shoulders, then wrapping her arms around his neck. Leon closed the gap between them, his pelvic bone at the base of his cock creating a throbbing pressure on her clit as he thrust. The hard bouncing rhythm made her glasses fall askew. She whimpered and moaned as the orgasm pulsed through her, overwhelming her senses.

“Was that?...Did you?”

Her eyelids drooped peacefully. “Um hm.”

He smiled, encouraged and continued thrusting. His eyes shined like Christmas trees. She pet his curls, watching the pleasure wash over his face.

“I’m gonna…”

“Don’t stop, sweetie.”

He plowed into her, releasing his warm seed with a hearty grunt.

“Bravo, Leon,” she smirked.

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williamstennessee-blog · 7 years

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Plot Summaries

Scene 1

Blanche arrives in New Orleans just as Stanley and Mitch are going out bowling.

Eunice welcomes Blanche into Stella’s home and then goes to tell Stella at the bowling alley that Blanche has arrived.

Blanche and Stella catch up over a glass of whiskey and Blanche says that she was told to take a leave of absence from her previous job as an English teacher.

Blanche compares her slim appearance with Stella’s “plump” appearance and negatively comments on the small house Stella lives in (with only two rooms).

Blanche tells Stella that she lost Belle Reve, their previous home.

Blanche and Stanley get to know each other while Stella dries her tears in the bathroom.

Scene 2

While Blanche is bathing, Stella tells Stanley she is taking Blanche out for the night, including dinner, and that she made him a cold dinner.

Stella tells Stanley that they lost Belle Reve and he becomes very skeptical of Blanche and her nice attire.

While Stella is outside, Stanley stays inside to question Blanche about all of the nice items in her trunk, like the string of fur-pieces.

Blanche sends Stella to the drugstore to buy her a lemon coke while Blanche and Stanley discuss Belle Reve, and Blanche hands him a large stack of papers regarding the place.

Blanche finds out from Stanley that Stella is going to have a baby.

Scene 3

Stanley and his friends Mitch, Pablo, and Steve are playing poker when Mitch reveals that he is the only unmarried man at the table and has a sick mother at home.

Stella and Blanche come home and Blanche introduces herself to the men at the poker table. Stanley does not want them to stay in the room while they finish their game.

Blanche takes a liking in Mitch and does not understand what Stella sees in Stanley.

Blanche and Mitch have a friendly conversation until Mitch is summoned back inside by a drunken Stanley.

Stanley acts out toward Stella so Blanche takes Stella and her things out of the house for the night, and they go stay upstairs with Eunice.

Scene 4

Blanche wakes up to find Stella in her bedroom where she spent the night with Stanley, which makes Blanche very upset. Stanley is out getting the car greased.

Stella tries to explain to Blanche that the night before was normal for Stanley and that it was nothing to worry about.

Blanche tries to write a message to Shep Huntleigh to help out her and Stella, but she cannot find the right words. Stella offers Blanche some of the money Stanley allows her but Blanche refuses.

Blanche cannot wrap her head around Stella’s attraction to Stanley and Stella explains it has to do with desire, which Blanche compares to the streetcar named Desire that she took to get to Stella’s house.

Stanley overhears Blanche tell Stella that she thinks Stanley is common, but he pretends to not have heard them when he enters.

Scene 5

Eunice and Steve have a falling out, and she claims she is going to call the police but instead gets a drink.

Stanley has been doing some research on Blanche’s life in Laurel and claims that she spent some time at the hotel called Flamingo. Blanche becomes increasingly worried about what Stella may have heard about her.

Blanche tells Stella she is nervous for her date with Mitch that night because she really likes him. Stella reassures her that it will all work out.

A young man comes to the door collecting for the paper, but Blanche answers the door. Blanche flirts with the young man and kisses him on the lips before sending him on his way.

Scene 6

When Mitch bring Blanche home from their night out she explains that she will be leaving soon because she feels she has overstayed her welcome.

Mitch tells Blanche that he really likes her and cannot believe that Stanley has anything negative to say to her.

Mitch asks Blanche her age which leads to him telling her about talking to his mother about Blanche and Blanche talking about her past love.

Scene 7

Stella is getting ready for Blanche’s birthday when Stanley tells her to stop so he can tell Stella more information he has found on Blanche. Stanley tells Stella that Blanche moved into the Flamingo hotel after she left Belle Reve but then was forced to leave the hotel shortly after she began living there.

Stella claims that it is all lies. Stanley adds that Blanche also got kicked out of her job as a teacher for getting mixed up with a seventeen-year-old boy.

Stella says that she is preparing cake and ice-cream for the three of them and Mitch. Stanley says that she should not worry about Mitch because Stanley has already shared the information he found about Blanche with him.

Stanley makes sure Blanche will be out of their house by Tuesday by buying her a ticket himself.

Scene 8

Stella asks Stanley to help clean up after dinner and his idea of helping is throwing a plate on the floor followed by a cup and a saucer.

No one will give Blanche any explanation as to why Mitch did not show up to dinner so Blanche decides to call him on the phone.

Stanley and Blanche continue their usual banter and Stanley presents his birthday surprise to her- the ticket back to Laurel. Blanche tries to seem happy but runs away crying.

Stella scolds Stanley for being so harsh to Blanche and then suddenly needs to be taken to the hospital.

Scene 9

Mitch comes by the house to visit Blanche but is very harsh towards her.

Blanche comes clean to Mitch about her life in Laurel and tries to convince Mitch that everything that Stanley told him was a lie.

Blanche tells him that she had a lot of intimacies with strangers after the death of her love but it was at a hotel called Tarantula.

A Mexican woman comes by offering flowers for the dead.

Mitch tells Blanche he no longer wants to marry her and she tells him to go away.

Scene 10

Stanley comes home from the hospital for the night because the baby will not come until morning.

Blanche tells Stanley that she received an invitation from Shep Huntleigh for a cruise in the Caribbean.

Blanche then tells Stanley that Mitch came by earlier that night and she sent him on his way, but he came back to beg for forgiveness. Blanche is caught in her little white lies when Stanley asks where the telegram from Shep plays into that story and she confuses herself.

Stanley and Blanche have a falling out ending in Blanche falling to her knees and Stanley carrying her to bed.

Scene 11

Stella is back home and Eunice is taking care of the baby. Eunice is less than impressed with the men at the poker table. Stella is worried for Blanche’s well-being.

After Blanche verifies that she is all packed for her vacation, a doctor shows up at Stella’s house to pick up Blanche.

Blanche is reluctant to leave, but the doctor and nurse eventually get her to go with them. Stella sobs of abandonment and Stanley tries to comfort her.

Steve and the other men at the poker table resume their game.

#plot summaries #a streetcar named desire

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