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So, remember that meme where you post random bits of unfinished fic so you can...I dunno, get motivation to finish it or whatever? Or possibly just so you can show off, or perhaps alert people of how lazy you are with finishing things? Yeah. I'm gonna do that now.
1. Fairy!Dean crackfic (Supernatural)
To be honest, I don't even know what this one is or where it came from. I just like the idea of Dean as King of the Fairies, okay? Don't judge me. *hides*
"You have got to be kidding me."
Castiel looks up from his thick leather-bound book. "We're done," he says, closing it and discarding it on the moss-covered ground. Which really should have clued Dean in. They're in a forest glade. Like, surrounded by trees and nature and shit. To turn him into a fairy. He should have known.
He's even standing in a circle of mushrooms. (Or toadstools, or something, like he'd really been listening when Cas read of a list of ingredients that started with "clear moonlit night" and "star dust". Seriously.)
And guess what?
He has wings.
Fucking wings.
Like, gigantic ones, attached to his back at his shoulder blades, and from what he can see of them they're big and pink and sparkly, and did he mention fully visible to the naked eye?
Fucking wings.
Besides the wings, he doesn't really feel different now that he's theoretically a fairy, and he's about to mention that to Cas when he finds he has new muscles. Muscles, more specifically, that seem to work the wings.
So he tries flapping them, because hey, flying? Might actually be pretty damn cool. Might make up for having fucking wings. He's thrown a little off balance at first when he tries to flap them, back and forth, but he manages not to fall over.
"Dean, stop," Castiel says quickly, before Dean can really get his wings figured out. "Don't do that."
Dean is about to ask him why, but then he notices that Sammy's looking at him kinda funny. Like, more than my-brother-just-grew-giant-pink-sparkly-wings funny.
Now what could that possibly be about?
2. Superhero!J2 (Supernatural RPS)
I seriously just got this idea two days ago and yet I can't for the life of me remember how I got it. *headdesk* All I know is that I was reading a lot of J2!AU and...well, have you ever read any J2!AU? It gets pretty weird. XD So here. (And yeah, that really is Jared's superhero name in my story, and shuddup, Tay made me use it. :D)
The proudest day of Jared's life is the day he graduates.
It trumps his previous proudest days by miles--the day he discovered his powers, the day he discovered how to use his powers, even the day he was hired and christened. Because this day? This is the day that Jared is officially a superhero. A voting member of the Justice League with a license to save. And that feels good.
The Kripkeeper capes him with rare, uncharacteristic solemnity. Then he grins and pulls jared into a hug, and Jared is pretty sure his own face is going to crack apart from smiling.
"You did good, kid," the Kripkeeper says, pulling away, his hand on Jared's shoulder. Jared ducks his head and grins some more. "You've been a helluva sidekick. And now you're gonna be one kickass superhero, I can tell. Just remember--there's a lot of competition out there. Work your ass off. Find an arch-enemy as soon as you can and lock down your property. I believe in you." He gives Jared's shoulder a quick squeeze. "Go get 'em, Ginormotron."
Jared rolls his eyes affectionately at the nickname. The Kripkeeper winks, flicks the silver double "C"s emblazoned on Jared's chest, and disappears. Jared, long since used to his mentor's erratic comings and goings, takes a deep breath and turns around. He stares at the door ahead of him, leading out of the National Association of Superheros Building and into the busy city streets, and realizes that he is going to walk out those doors a full-fledged superhero. He's going to pass dozens of citygoers (or, as they're known in the biz, "innocent bystanders"), and they're going to see him and wonder who he is, or if they do recognize him, why he's not with the Kripkeeper on his latest mission. But soon they will know. They'll know who he is--the entire world will. Captain Colossal will walk amongst them.
Sure, Jared has loved working with the Kripkeeper--he really is a great superhero, despite his ability to frequently blur the lines of "morally-correct superhero behavior"--but it's truly time for him to step out on his own. Save the world by himself. Find an arch-nemesis. Perhaps even find his own sidekick somewhere down the line.
He's Captain Colossal, and he is ready.
3. Apocalyptic!Dean/Castiel (Supernatural)
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know what you're thinking. Dean/Castiel??? Shock, gasp, the horror! Except what you don't understand? Is that it's really Sam/Dean in disguise. *nods* See, it sprang out of this idea I had watching 5.04--because really, that possibility-of-a-future fascinates me. Dean's character, and Castiel's character, and their relationship in apocalyptic!zombie!future, which we didn't see a whole lot of but looked like it had the potential to be really interesting...and then you add all that to the fact that everything is that way because SamnDean aren't together? So it's more like a character study for future!Dean and future!Cas, and how everything's turned to shit, and how Cas isn't liking this whole human-thing and Dean is really not liking this whole absense-of-Sam-thing. So yeah. It's kind of weird and there's like zero happiness in it, but there ya go.
They're both hidden, buried in their own self-destructive ways of dealing. Dean has lost all semblance of humanity, becoming less and less human even as Cas becomes moreso, and Cas knows why. He feels like Dean does, too, deep down, but is refusing to admit it to himself, and Cas won't bring it up, and he tells himself that it's because it wouldn't do any good, that it's too late now, but these truths are all lies. He knows how much it would hurt him if Sam and Dean reconciled. He knows how completely he'd be thrown by the wayside. Because however much he likes to pretend, he knows it's Sam, it's always been Sam, and it always will be, who Dean cares about the most.
And Cas is hurt, he's always hurt, and this? This was something he'd always hated to see in humans--their little love games, their jealousy, their pain, simply reeking of emotion, and he hates it, hates seeing it in himself, so he buries it all in cocaine and Vicodin tablets and wills it away, all away.
***
Dean doesn't even recognize himself anymore. Nothing satisfies him, not the women, not the booze, and killing people has become thoughtless and mechanical and commonplace. He tries to lose it all with Cas, to forget, and he's violent and rough and Cas takes it all, just takes it, and it should ease the pain, but it doesn't, not at all.
4. SPOTFUCKINGCONLON orgins story (Newsies)
Not only is this the story of how Spot Conlon came to be the Spot Conlon we all know and love (my version of it, anyway), it is also the story of how SPOTFUCKINGCONLON came to be. As you may have noticed Katybeth and I go on about quite a lot. And by "quite a lot", I mean every day. Anyway, I started this story back in February, and I've been really close to done for a while now, and I really need to just kick it out, don't I? And oh yeah, it's weird too. Stylistically, I mean. *shrug*
Would you believe that it happened when he was ten? That he was ten when he became leader?
No? Well, okay. Eleven, then?
Twelve?
Twelve is what the youngest of the Brooklyn newsies will tell you. They’ll say that Spot Conlon entered the Lodging House in a blaze of glory, right on his twelfth birthday, soaked five-maybe ten-of the big boys and staked his claim as leader. That was that, they’ll tell you, and no one ever questioned his leadership after that, not even the boys who were nearing twenty years or had twenty inches on him.
Bullshit.
By the time they’d become newsies, those younger boys, Spot Conlon had been running Brooklyn for quite some time. Well-established, you might say. So how would they know how he’d done it? Someone would’ve had to have told them. Somebody would have had to have made up that cock-and-bull story.
But who?
Probably Spot.
He enjoys the different versions. They amuse him, keep people guessing. Spread his reputation, enhance his mystery. Keep people interested. Command respect.
Even if most of it isn’t true-even if the truth isn’t nearly as interesting as the reality, even if he didn’t do most of those things-he always liked being the center of attention.
5. Pirate!Newsies (chapter 5) (Newsies)
Hey, guys. Remember pirate!newsies? I do. I also remember that chapter five has been staring at me unfinished for quite some time now. Telling me to just get to it. That it is way more important than school or grades or any such nonsense. And I agree with it, but sadly others in my life do not, and so pirate!newsies has been woefully neglected as of late. So maybe I just need a little motivation? *g* And yeah, this isn't much of a teaser, but I don't actually have that much written yet I can't give too much away! :D
“We’re not going to be able to figure out where that island is just by staring at the map.”
“’Course not-we need to take this to The Sparrow or Lockscald Tree or somewhere, see what they know.”
“But how’ll we ask without them getting’ whiff of what we’re up to? Untrustworthy thieves, pirates. I don’t want t’be sharing the treasure, Jack. And-I don’t like dealin’ with most a’em murderin’ scumbags.”
“Gonna hafta.”
“No, I’m telling you, Spot’s our only option.”
“But he’ll want in on it, Jack, you know he’ll want in on it!”
“You said yourself we’re going to have to tell someone, it might as well be Spot. Everyone we’d tell is going to want in on it, and I like Spot fifty times better than any of ‘em, even though he’s probably half as trustworthy. I don’t want to ally myself with any of them.”
“But with them you’d get directions and bring ‘em back their share, and maybe you’d take one of their men, but they wouldn’t come with! You know Spot would.”
“Yeah, and then they’d accuse you of cheating them, and then you’d have a big nasty fight on your hands. At least if Spot comes, he’ll be there to see exactly what half is.”
“I dunno, Jack…”
“‘Sides, Spot knows everything. We might have to ask half a dozen people before we’d get to one who knows anything at all, and it might not even be reliable, and then we’d have half a dozen people who know what we’re up to and would be more’n willing to tail us. But if anyone’s likely to know, it’s Spot. He goes ashore often enough, he’s got spies everywhere, and he’s as likely to have heard every word anyone’s ever said than anyone.”
“I don’t trust him.”
“Neither do I, really, but it’s the best chance we’ve got.
“Talking about me, boys?”
6. 3 A.M. Calls (Drake & Josh)
So, I actually included this story the last time I did this meme. Like...a year ago. Because I am a bad person. First it was giving me a lot of trouble, and then I lost most of it, and then I found it again, and now it's just mocking me. :( But I do actually want to finish it one day. Maybe. Hopefully. Anyway, it's a different section this time, and it's all-dialogue for now, because I can't figure out if I should leave it this way or add in some description and stuff later on. Thoughts?
“H’lo?”
“Josh?”
“Drake? I mean, yeah-uh, hi.”
“Hey, man.”
“H-hey. What’s-is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Why?”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. Why would something be wrong?”
“Then…why are you calling me?”
“What, a guy’s not allowed to call his favoritest brother?”
“Okay, first of all, ‘favoritest’- But why at three in the morning?”
“I couldn’t sleep. Anyway, what’s up, man?”
“What-what’s up? What’s up? Sleep is up, Drake! Sleep!”
“What, you couldn’t sleep either?”
“Well I certainly can’t now!”
“Alright, already, calm down. Jeez. If I’d known you were going to be this grumpy, I’d have called Megan.”
“Really?”
“Well, okay, not really. But you didn’t need to snap at me.”
“I-I’m sorry. But really Drake, three in the morning? I have to be at work at the library at six, and then at my first class at ten. I kind of need
the sleep.”
“Sorry.”
“-”
“So…why couldn’t you sleep?”
“What?”
“You said you couldn’t sleep. Though why you called me with your problem I don’t really know-”
“I was hoping you’d start talking about your thesis paper again.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, last time you did that I dropped right off.”
“Oh, ha ha. Shut it.”
Laugh.
“Really, though-what’s wrong? Did you have too much caffeine? Take a nap during the day? Are you sick?”
“Who are you, Dr. Phil?”
“If you don’t want my help…”
“No, I’m sorry.”
“-”
“I don’t know what it is. I’ve just been tossing and turning all night and I don’t even feel a little bit tired. And then I was thinking about what a long time it was since I talked to you, and I decided to call you.”
“It’s been a week.”
“That’s a long time, dude.”
Poll Very Unfinished Fic