FICS I SUCK TOO MUCH TO FINISH
so, this week, people have ecpected me to ACTUALLY DO THINGS AWAY FROM THE INTERNET. yeah, i don't know either. but as a result, I HAVE MISSED YOU GUYS. to make up for it, here are three (i think) fics that i have started and really, really should finish. seriously.
TINY KID!FIC ABOUT MORGANA. I SHOULD WRITE MORE:
Arthur thought it wasn't fair how Morgana always picked on him. Of course he didn't mind, he was the prince after all, and she was just a stupid girl, but it was still annoying. Especially when she whacked him on the head with a toy sword, because those were wooden and hurt.
And Arthur was definitely not scared of Morgana, no matter what stupid stuff Merlin might say. Staying in his room when she visited Camelot was a strategic decision, and definitely not hiding. Furthermore, he had not sulked whe he had heard Morgana was coming to live in his castle. He also hadn't sulked for the next few months, and Hunith had no had to come into his room and promise sweets to make him come out this morning, the day she was coming.
NEXT: morgana challenges arthur to duel, arthur agrees, they sneak away, morgana makes him cry, and he kicks her, gets caught, and gets yelled at. or something.
BRADLEY BEING A CREEPY FANBOY TO ANTHONY, COLIN TRYING TO DUMP HIM FOR A WALL (COLIN'S FOREHEAD SPENDS A LOT OF TIME BANGING AGAINST IT):
"You know, I bet Anthony would really love it if we gathered up some Buffy fangirls and brought them back to the hotel."
It was sentences like that that made Colin wonder whether Katie's method of slapping Bradley every time he opened his mouth, just on principle, was advisable. Every day he moved a little closer to the edge.
"No." Colin felt that this point needed to me emphasized strongly, and stopped licking Bradley's neck. Mostly.
Bradley smiled, and rolled his hips a bit. "But I bet he really misses the -"
Since breathing was rather complicated at the moment, Colin was very proud of his high-pitched, squeaky, "No."
From the way that Bradley was trying get to his ears, it was obvious Bradley was gearing up for another insane suggestion, when one of the very French costume girls walked in.
The girl's hysterical French screaming, Bradley insisted later, really translated to, "The blond one's manly organ is too large and magnificent, my brain cannot handle it."
Anthony later informed Colin that it really meant, "I am becoming a lesbian, starting now."
*
Colin had forgotten about Bradley's insane idea, or more precisely, he had prayed that Bradley had forgotten, for the next week. All came rushing back to him, like a terrible, tragedy-filled dream, when Bradley modeled for him the shirt he was planning to wear to the set the next morning.
"Please tell me," Colin managed in a voice that suggested it had given up long, long ago, "you didn't actually buy a shirt saying Bradley + Giles 2gether 4eva. I'm just hallucinating right?"
Bradley smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I didn't buy a shirt saying Bradley + Giles 2gether 4eva."
"Oh thank god," Colin was gasping out, when Bradley continued.
"I bought seven of them. And fifteen posters."
Colin's forehead felt it was high time to feel the soothing touch of the wall. (It had a lot of experience with his wall, it was possible there was a dent in it. Colin had often considered dumping Bradley for it. It caused him much less pain.) "Where are the posters?" Colin asked, praying that he didn't already know.
Thinking hard (you could tell from the wrinkle in his forehead, which Collin did not think was adorable at all) Bradley listed, "Well, four are decoarting his room, three are in the hallway, another two are across from Giles' seat in the cantine, and five are posted in different leaces in the castle.
Colin's brain made the executive decision to abandon and confess his love to the wall.
*
Katie woke Colin up at 8 AM with the type of hissing that promised not only excruciating pain for him, but his descendants as well (and if Colin didn't have any children, Katie would damn well find some descendants to harm) if he didn't do what she said, preferably yesterday.
Groaning, Colin rolled off Bradley, not quite sure how he had ended up there, but vaguely remembering falling asleep next to his one true love, the wall, and having someone very large and blonde carry him into the bed. He opened the door, came face-to-face with a dangerously awake Katie, and tried to close it again.
Unfortunately for him, Katie was at least three levels of awareness higher than Colin, and put a stiletto in the gap to prevent it from closing. She informed Colin, "Anthony just gave me full permission to destroy Bradley as I wish. Let me in right now."
"Nonono," Colin replied, or at least tried to. "Bradley's asleep, don't wake him up. Warming my bed."
Katie gave him a look that could have an entire archeological dig on the levels of scorn, pity, and, weirdly enough, sympathy, and said, "Fuck, I forgot you're in love with him. Fine, I'll get Edna to help."
Colin tried to protest; "No'in love with 'im, just want a warm bed," but Katie just shook her head and stalked away.
NEXT: IDEK. HELP?
Angel sat alone in her hotel room, musing on what exactly someone had to do to get a kiss around here.
She'd noticed Bradley on the first day, even before she saw Katie and her epic scariness. Bradley was pretty much the opposite of her type - she usually liked the skinny, black haired, poet-in-a-obscure-band guys. But Bradley didn't seem to care whether he was anyone's type or not. He just flounced in, looking totally ridiculous with his perfect arse and horrible teeth and plump lips and bright blue eyes and beautiful abs and stupidly huge smile. And then he laid siege on her thoughts.
She had immediately set her sights on him, and started flirting. At first, everything seemed to be going perfectly; he was talking to her and going shopping and pranking her, and from what she could tell, he appeared to have a crush. The problem happened a few weeks after they had met, the amount of time is usually took for even the most oblivious guys to work up the courage to at least give her a shy kiss. Bradley, however, did not progress at all, he just continued how he had since the beginning, walking her to her room and giving her a hug goodnight. That was very nice - she had no objections to being pressed against Bradley's ridiculously good stomach muscles - but she had needs, dammit. And they were not exactly satisfied with a lukewarm hug.
For a few days after she had noticed the whole not-kissing business, she had thought he was simply a bit more dense than her other crushes. Angel upped her flirting a bit, enough that Katie had started doing impressions of her, impressions that were not in any way accurate. She had gone as far as breaking at least 30 safety laws to sit on Bradley's lap in the roller coaster. She had nuzzled his neck, for Christ's sake. Should she just hold up a giant neon sign proclaiming, "Really, Bradley, you can kiss me already"?
She was musing on the logistics of that particular idea, and whether Colin would help her with them, when someone burst into her room. Because all of the other people in the hotel had the decency to knock, and none of them managed to be quite that loud simply walking through a doorway, she wasn't surprised to turn around and see Bradley. She was surprised, however, to see an expression of what might even be called nervousness on his face. Bradley generally didn't do nervousness; he lived life on the expectation that by being his normal charming self, and flirting a lot, nothing bad could ever happen.
It usually worked, mind you.
Angel looked again at Bradley's face, to make sure she wasn't going crazy. She hadn't seen wrong; Bradley looked insecure, even terrified.
Angel asked, "Did you do something to Katie? Because if you did, I think you should know that I will not protect you from her." Usually, Bradlet only showed this level of fear when had been poking around Katie's panty drawer.
"N-no," stammered Bradley. "I haven't done anything to Katie, I swear. This is, um, all her fault though." He said his last sentence louder than the others, and Angel heard badly muffled laughs from outside.
NEXT: BRADLEY TRIES TO CONFESS LOVE. ANGEL GIVES UP AFTER TEN FAILED ATTEMPTS AND JUMPS HIM.
J2 FOR KAT:
When Jared had walked back into the living room, serious for once in his life, Jensen a gotten a little (or maybe a lot, close enough) scared. He thought that Jared had finally noticed Jensen's ridiculously large crush on him, and was going to say he didn't feel the same way, or, even worse, kick him out of the house. Jensen had come to the sickening realization, a few weeks ago, that he couldn't actually function without Jared, and his stupid dogs, and his stupid taste in shows (seriously, the Food Network? How was that man even straight?), and his company.
Of course, everything had turned out okay, a few moments later, when Jared said, "I want to eat cereal naked."
Out of everything in the entire world, Jensen certainly wasn't expecting that, and while he had (absolutely) no objections, it was still kind of shocking.
Jensen really, really didn't think his mental functioning were top-notch at that particular moment, and settled for moving his hand from where it had gotten (how the hell had that happened? Jensen's brain had certainly not authorized that development) on Jared's knee, and saying, "What the hell? Waddya me-"
That's when Jared had interrupted him with some long speech about "man-panties" and "wedgies," and, somehow, "scratch my balls," and it had ended with Jensen making a joke about it and turning the tv back on.
Still, Jensen thought, laying in his (own, annoyingly enough) bed, it wasn't right to mislead Jared. When he had been invited by Jared to live in his house, he thought that is fantasies had come true, but apparently Jared hadn't seen anthing gay about, you know, living together. Tomorrow, he decided, he would tell Jared the truth.
Or, alternatively, he could just pin him down and jump him. That would probably work, too. And it'd be a lot more fun
WHICH SHOULD I FINISH? WHY DO I SUCK SO MUCH? WHY DO I HAVE NO WILLPOWER? all answers are accepted.
OH AND TO MAKE UP FOR IT:
give me a prompt in the comments, AND I WILL WRITE SOMETHING FOR IT. (pairing, prompt, fandom: WHATEVER YOU WANT.) IT WILL PROBABLY BE INSANE AND NOT WHAT YOU WANTED, BUT YEAH.
TINY KID!FIC ABOUT MORGANA. I SHOULD WRITE MORE:
Arthur thought it wasn't fair how Morgana always picked on him. Of course he didn't mind, he was the prince after all, and she was just a stupid girl, but it was still annoying. Especially when she whacked him on the head with a toy sword, because those were wooden and hurt.
And Arthur was definitely not scared of Morgana, no matter what stupid stuff Merlin might say. Staying in his room when she visited Camelot was a strategic decision, and definitely not hiding. Furthermore, he had not sulked whe he had heard Morgana was coming to live in his castle. He also hadn't sulked for the next few months, and Hunith had no had to come into his room and promise sweets to make him come out this morning, the day she was coming.
NEXT: morgana challenges arthur to duel, arthur agrees, they sneak away, morgana makes him cry, and he kicks her, gets caught, and gets yelled at. or something.
BRADLEY BEING A CREEPY FANBOY TO ANTHONY, COLIN TRYING TO DUMP HIM FOR A WALL (COLIN'S FOREHEAD SPENDS A LOT OF TIME BANGING AGAINST IT):
"You know, I bet Anthony would really love it if we gathered up some Buffy fangirls and brought them back to the hotel."
It was sentences like that that made Colin wonder whether Katie's method of slapping Bradley every time he opened his mouth, just on principle, was advisable. Every day he moved a little closer to the edge.
"No." Colin felt that this point needed to me emphasized strongly, and stopped licking Bradley's neck. Mostly.
Bradley smiled, and rolled his hips a bit. "But I bet he really misses the -"
Since breathing was rather complicated at the moment, Colin was very proud of his high-pitched, squeaky, "No."
From the way that Bradley was trying get to his ears, it was obvious Bradley was gearing up for another insane suggestion, when one of the very French costume girls walked in.
The girl's hysterical French screaming, Bradley insisted later, really translated to, "The blond one's manly organ is too large and magnificent, my brain cannot handle it."
Anthony later informed Colin that it really meant, "I am becoming a lesbian, starting now."
*
Colin had forgotten about Bradley's insane idea, or more precisely, he had prayed that Bradley had forgotten, for the next week. All came rushing back to him, like a terrible, tragedy-filled dream, when Bradley modeled for him the shirt he was planning to wear to the set the next morning.
"Please tell me," Colin managed in a voice that suggested it had given up long, long ago, "you didn't actually buy a shirt saying Bradley + Giles 2gether 4eva. I'm just hallucinating right?"
Bradley smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I didn't buy a shirt saying Bradley + Giles 2gether 4eva."
"Oh thank god," Colin was gasping out, when Bradley continued.
"I bought seven of them. And fifteen posters."
Colin's forehead felt it was high time to feel the soothing touch of the wall. (It had a lot of experience with his wall, it was possible there was a dent in it. Colin had often considered dumping Bradley for it. It caused him much less pain.) "Where are the posters?" Colin asked, praying that he didn't already know.
Thinking hard (you could tell from the wrinkle in his forehead, which Collin did not think was adorable at all) Bradley listed, "Well, four are decoarting his room, three are in the hallway, another two are across from Giles' seat in the cantine, and five are posted in different leaces in the castle.
Colin's brain made the executive decision to abandon and confess his love to the wall.
*
Katie woke Colin up at 8 AM with the type of hissing that promised not only excruciating pain for him, but his descendants as well (and if Colin didn't have any children, Katie would damn well find some descendants to harm) if he didn't do what she said, preferably yesterday.
Groaning, Colin rolled off Bradley, not quite sure how he had ended up there, but vaguely remembering falling asleep next to his one true love, the wall, and having someone very large and blonde carry him into the bed. He opened the door, came face-to-face with a dangerously awake Katie, and tried to close it again.
Unfortunately for him, Katie was at least three levels of awareness higher than Colin, and put a stiletto in the gap to prevent it from closing. She informed Colin, "Anthony just gave me full permission to destroy Bradley as I wish. Let me in right now."
"Nonono," Colin replied, or at least tried to. "Bradley's asleep, don't wake him up. Warming my bed."
Katie gave him a look that could have an entire archeological dig on the levels of scorn, pity, and, weirdly enough, sympathy, and said, "Fuck, I forgot you're in love with him. Fine, I'll get Edna to help."
Colin tried to protest; "No'in love with 'im, just want a warm bed," but Katie just shook her head and stalked away.
NEXT: IDEK. HELP?
Angel sat alone in her hotel room, musing on what exactly someone had to do to get a kiss around here.
She'd noticed Bradley on the first day, even before she saw Katie and her epic scariness. Bradley was pretty much the opposite of her type - she usually liked the skinny, black haired, poet-in-a-obscure-band guys. But Bradley didn't seem to care whether he was anyone's type or not. He just flounced in, looking totally ridiculous with his perfect arse and horrible teeth and plump lips and bright blue eyes and beautiful abs and stupidly huge smile. And then he laid siege on her thoughts.
She had immediately set her sights on him, and started flirting. At first, everything seemed to be going perfectly; he was talking to her and going shopping and pranking her, and from what she could tell, he appeared to have a crush. The problem happened a few weeks after they had met, the amount of time is usually took for even the most oblivious guys to work up the courage to at least give her a shy kiss. Bradley, however, did not progress at all, he just continued how he had since the beginning, walking her to her room and giving her a hug goodnight. That was very nice - she had no objections to being pressed against Bradley's ridiculously good stomach muscles - but she had needs, dammit. And they were not exactly satisfied with a lukewarm hug.
For a few days after she had noticed the whole not-kissing business, she had thought he was simply a bit more dense than her other crushes. Angel upped her flirting a bit, enough that Katie had started doing impressions of her, impressions that were not in any way accurate. She had gone as far as breaking at least 30 safety laws to sit on Bradley's lap in the roller coaster. She had nuzzled his neck, for Christ's sake. Should she just hold up a giant neon sign proclaiming, "Really, Bradley, you can kiss me already"?
She was musing on the logistics of that particular idea, and whether Colin would help her with them, when someone burst into her room. Because all of the other people in the hotel had the decency to knock, and none of them managed to be quite that loud simply walking through a doorway, she wasn't surprised to turn around and see Bradley. She was surprised, however, to see an expression of what might even be called nervousness on his face. Bradley generally didn't do nervousness; he lived life on the expectation that by being his normal charming self, and flirting a lot, nothing bad could ever happen.
It usually worked, mind you.
Angel looked again at Bradley's face, to make sure she wasn't going crazy. She hadn't seen wrong; Bradley looked insecure, even terrified.
Angel asked, "Did you do something to Katie? Because if you did, I think you should know that I will not protect you from her." Usually, Bradlet only showed this level of fear when had been poking around Katie's panty drawer.
"N-no," stammered Bradley. "I haven't done anything to Katie, I swear. This is, um, all her fault though." He said his last sentence louder than the others, and Angel heard badly muffled laughs from outside.
NEXT: BRADLEY TRIES TO CONFESS LOVE. ANGEL GIVES UP AFTER TEN FAILED ATTEMPTS AND JUMPS HIM.
J2 FOR KAT:
When Jared had walked back into the living room, serious for once in his life, Jensen a gotten a little (or maybe a lot, close enough) scared. He thought that Jared had finally noticed Jensen's ridiculously large crush on him, and was going to say he didn't feel the same way, or, even worse, kick him out of the house. Jensen had come to the sickening realization, a few weeks ago, that he couldn't actually function without Jared, and his stupid dogs, and his stupid taste in shows (seriously, the Food Network? How was that man even straight?), and his company.
Of course, everything had turned out okay, a few moments later, when Jared said, "I want to eat cereal naked."
Out of everything in the entire world, Jensen certainly wasn't expecting that, and while he had (absolutely) no objections, it was still kind of shocking.
Jensen really, really didn't think his mental functioning were top-notch at that particular moment, and settled for moving his hand from where it had gotten (how the hell had that happened? Jensen's brain had certainly not authorized that development) on Jared's knee, and saying, "What the hell? Waddya me-"
That's when Jared had interrupted him with some long speech about "man-panties" and "wedgies," and, somehow, "scratch my balls," and it had ended with Jensen making a joke about it and turning the tv back on.
Still, Jensen thought, laying in his (own, annoyingly enough) bed, it wasn't right to mislead Jared. When he had been invited by Jared to live in his house, he thought that is fantasies had come true, but apparently Jared hadn't seen anthing gay about, you know, living together. Tomorrow, he decided, he would tell Jared the truth.
Or, alternatively, he could just pin him down and jump him. That would probably work, too. And it'd be a lot more fun
WHICH SHOULD I FINISH? WHY DO I SUCK SO MUCH? WHY DO I HAVE NO WILLPOWER? all answers are accepted.
OH AND TO MAKE UP FOR IT:
give me a prompt in the comments, AND I WILL WRITE SOMETHING FOR IT. (pairing, prompt, fandom: WHATEVER YOU WANT.) IT WILL PROBABLY BE INSANE AND NOT WHAT YOU WANTED, BUT YEAH.