Having posted nothing in what is fast coming on two years, I have decided to stop pretending I'm ever going to finish the piles of WIPs I have in my folders, and I'm posting things again, without trying to fix them up this time, so maybe multiple things will actually make it up.
This one in particular broke my brain a little, at a time I couldn't afford it, so I felt it was only fitting I should let it fly free first, just in case I never get around to posting anything else.
This is McFly, and was originally intended to end up sort of Floynter-ish, though if anything ever happened between them over the course of it, it would have been very tame. Pinky-holding, maybe a kiss or two, that sort of thing. Mostly just implied for the future.
So… yeah. I wrote all this a few years back, it probably would have ended up at least 50k, possibly more, as it kept getting longer and longer while I was working on it (it was originally just one really fucked up suicide attempt). I was in a pretty messed up headspace at the time myself, which was useful for writing this, but writing this was not so useful for my headspace. Vicious cycle and all that. So here it is, in all its liberated glory. As much as I wish this could have been completed, or at least that I could have edited it a bit and smoothed out some edges, maybe fixed up some of it so things transitioned better – or at all – before posting, I never again want to be in the place I was when I could work on this with anything like ease, so I’m posting it as is, just a jumble of documents all piled together. I hope no one ever get stuck in any kind of depression/anxiety cycle, but if you do, I hope you have people you can talk to, friends and family – they care about you, they really do, even when you think no one does or should – or maybe a professional. Therapists were never that great for me, but I know people who’ve had much better luck with them, so it’s definitely worth a try. But do talk to someone, and try not to get angry if they suggest talking to someone else as well.
Anyway. Have some really fucked up McFly AU, referred to for a very long time just as “dark!AU” for lack of anything better.
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Title: Captured in These Lines of Ink
Pairing: Danny Jones/Gerard Way (McFly/Bandom crossover)
Warnings: Unfinished, unedited.
Author's Notes: 1,720 words. I think the idea for this originally came from something figletofvenice said - as many of my ideas do - regarding both McFly and My Chem, and a fascination on my part for Danny's freckles. There was originally going to be some sort of story arc (I have the notes to prove it!), making random, weird pairings between the McFly boys and the My Chem boys (I somehow decided Tom Fletcher and Brian Schechter should be slashed, don't ask why). It was a whole big thing. But this was the only one that got written, and I'm still not sure it makes sense on its own. Whatever. WIP Amnesty and all. Also, I maybe stole part of figletofvenice's tattoo plans. :D?
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Title: Hella Nervous
Summary: Dougie hasn’t even had time to get uncomfortable in his hiding place before he hears footsteps. He almost wonders why he bothers, but the twisting, roiling feeling in the pit of his stomach is reason enough.
Pairing: Danny Jones/Dougie Poynter, Tom Fletcher/Dougie Poynter
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Warning: Oneshot. Slash.
Author's Notes: 2,122 words. A sequel of sorts to 19th Nervous Breakdown, Anxiety Got Me on the Run, and Nerves Like Nylon but can stand on its own. Thanks to figletofvenice for the beta, as per usual, and the title request. ;)
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Title: Heartstrings (That Play Soft and Low)
Summary: “We need to talk,” Tom announces, and Harry jerks around to look at him, sees Danny do the same thing out of the corner of his eye. Tom does not look happy. “And by ‘we,’” he continues, assured he has their attention, “I mean ‘you two,’” and he frowns pointedly at Harry and Danny in turn.
Pairing: Harry Judd/Danny Jones
Warning: Oneshot. Slash. Angst. Lotion-use.
Author's Notes: 5,953 words. Sequel to Shadows Falling - written because figletofvenice was threatening not to speak to me if I didn't give the boys a happy ending. So thanks to her for making me write this, and for being a lovely beta as always. Any remaining errors and/or discrepancies are mine - this was written long before the final draft of Shadows Falling.
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I've never really done holiday cards, before, but I figured I'd give it a shot this year. Cards will probably not make it in time for the actual holidays (especially considering Hanukkah starts in about two weeks, and the postal service is slow, as am I), but it's the thought that counts, right?
So, if you want me to send you a card, comment with your address (all comments will of course be screened), the holiday (or holidays) you celebrate, and a color you like. If you are so inclined, you may also give me a fanfiction pairing (or something from my original writing, if you know any of it), and I may write you a holiday drabble.
For now, Happy Day Before Thanksgiving! (To those of you who celebrate it, anyway. :D)
P.S. The sequel to Shadows Falling will be up soon, I promise - I haven't forgotten.
This is the first-ever McFly fic I wrote. Once upon a time, it was about 1,500 words, split perspective, one night/scene. That was a long time ago. figletofvenice told me it was confusing - which it was - and that if I was going to end it the way I did, there needed to be a sequel. So I wrote a sequel, which ended up being much longer than the original. So I went back, and rewrote the original so it was longer, fuller, and only one perspective. And then rewrote it again, adding more. And then reorganized it a couple times. And then did some more rewriting, and then... yeah. A million edits later, I've come to the conclusion that I can't come to a conclusion as to how I feel about this fic. I still miss the original ending - which I had to cut when I got rid of the split perspective - and maybe some day I'll write the whole thing over from Danny's point of view, just so I can have that ending back. Anyway, as I do in this sort of situation, I'm posting this, because otherwise I will twitch about it until the end of time.
Title: Shadows Falling
Summary: They aren’t speaking, aren’t even looking at each other. The hotel room is dim. The sun is setting somewhere, on the other side of the building, taking the last of the daylight with it, but neither of them can be bothered to turn on the lamps.
Pairing: Harry Judd/Danny Jones
Rating: PG-13? R? I never know where the lines lie.
Warning: Oneshot. Slash. Angst.
Author's Notes: 6,862 words. Thanks to figletofvenice for being an amazing beta and all-around human being - also apologies for all the flailing that went into this - all remaining errors/issues (and there are probably many) are mine. The requested sequel will be along shortly.
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This has been sitting around un-edited on my computer for a while, and I finally decided to just post it and have done with it, because I'm not getting anywhere trying to fix it. The title is from a Stereo Skyline song, because I should be at their gig right now, but am too ill, so this is my way of protesting germs. Or something.
Title: For Every Grain of Sand
Summary: Bandslash. In which Patrick is pissed about Pete overdosing, and there is finally a wedding ring.
Rating: Um... PG-13? Maybe?
Warning: Oneshot. Slash, of course. Reference to Pete's attempted suicide. Language?
Author's Notes: 2,215 words. Part of my as-yet-unnamed 'verse to which I've Seen 'em on the TV, the Movie Show... belongs - i.e. the 'verse in which Pete and Patrick got married in 2004 when Warped stopped in MA. Also, I know G.I.N.A.S.F.S. wasn't released by the time this particular ficlet takes place (in 2005). That is on purpose.
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I am so very, very behind on posting, mainly because I am so very, very behind on writing. But here's about a thousand words for figletofvenice, because I finally finished it, and guilt, it seems is a great motivator, even if the flu is not. Sorry I couldn't go to the gig with you. :/
Title: She'll Start by Kicking Out of Her Shoes
Pairing: Donald Scripps/James Lockwood
Rating: PG-13? I don't know. Language+alcohol+implications. I don't know what that equals.
Warnings: Slash, obviously. Alcohol consumption.
Author's Notes: 1,020 words. For Maddy, who asked for Scripps/Lockwood "...maybe they just get drunk and fuck. Or maybe Scipps joins the military and they see each other on base. Or SOMETHING. I'm not holding you to the movie ending where Lockwood dies, because I think it's dumb." So. Yeah. It lacks the actual fucking, but you have a good imagination. You can run with it. :D
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