For your wips, I'd love to hear about Connor Connors, Accidental Keeper of Secret Secrets.
Of course! And thank you for asking about this one!
Connor Connors, Accidental Keeper of Secret Secrets is the very silly working title for my take on a fandom staple: "Jane" gets added to a Boston Raiders group text.
It's all from the POV of Connors, with some prose sections and a lot of text messages, and the general idea is:
Years ago, when they were 15, Connors and Shane both attended the same youth hockey training camp in a small town in Ontario. Everyone at the camp exchanged phone numbers, but because of Shane's hyperfocus on hockey he never really made friends with anyone.
Connors got a new phone number at some point in the years since, but he just copied everything over without checking it, so he still has Shaneâs number saved even though they've never really spoken to each other.
But that means that when âJaneâ is added to the chat, it shows up in his phone as Shane Hollander.
Worried that Ilya has been catfished by his rival, he sets out to get to the bottom of it with a vague plan to confront Shane when he has enough evidence. But what he actually finds is that Shane isn't pretending to be Jane to catfish Ilya. He IS Jane.
What follows is Connor Connors doing his best to make the MLH a safer place for queer people, all while keeping the truth about Ilya and Shane on lock.
Making grabby hands gestures at whatever your "Say it with flowers" WIP is!
Thanks @thevioletcaptain!
So, this one came to me suddenly when I was supposed to be writing my last Pinefest fic and I wrote 400 words in a feverish haze and then never got back to it (oops). The name may be a bit on the nose, because it's a Hanahaki fic, set in canon-verse and kind of exploring the idea of Hanahaki as a chronic illness.
I can't decide where to cut this, so I'm just going to post everything I've written so far.
The thing is, if you know what youâre dealing with and know a thing or two about believing what you need to believe, you can live a long time with flowers growing in your lungs.
Dean knew what he was dealing with from the moment he first coughed up a tiny forget-me-not blue petal. Hanahaki might not be common, might be kept quiet because the medical community has no explanation for it, but Deanâs a hunter; itâs his job to know about the strange and unexplained, to find patterns in rumours and urban legends. So, standing alone in a crypt, his face freshly healed, he was unsurprised when he coughed away the sudden tickle in his throat and came away with a delicate, perfect petal.
The trick is to microdose on hope. For every time that Cas leaves, Dean has his clumsy wink and the way his fingers look wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle. When he runs off to help the angels again, again, again, Dean has the memories of movie nights, of gentle healings that always require more contact than with anyone else, Cas coming back around again. It keeps him going, each little what if, each unexplored possibility, keeps the roots at bay, keeps it from choking him.
The petals, when they do come are on their own, in secret.
Saying something could save him, but it could kill him too, so he keeps as quiet as if his whole throat were filled with flowers.
When Lucifer kills Cas, Dean feels as if he is choking. He tends to Casâs body alone, and only he knows there are flowers beneath the curtain shroud. He scatters the ashes in a meadow where the flowers that fall from his lips are indistinguishable from those that dot the grass. He drinks whiskey like water and the burn soothes his torn-up throat.
Cas coming back is like someone took pruning shears to the garden within Deanâs lungs, letting him breathe for the first time in weeks, but thereâs more growth there, irreversable. His chest is always tight when he looks at Cas, and he clings all the more to the little moments, the quiet moments, when he can fool himself into believing that this time Cas will stay, that he wants to stay, that this vast, incomprehensible being that is Deanâs best friend will choose him for real.
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
Got tagged by @deathbycoldopen, so here I am!
If I listed every WIP in my folder we'd be here all day, so I'll leave out all scripts/original fiction and only include completely unpublished WIP fanfics that I've worked on to some degree in the past month.
The ones in green are the planned actual titles, and the ones in blue are vaguely descriptive if not tonally appropriate working titles because I haven't decided what to call them yet.
Some of these are in draft stage, some of them include graphics/images which are also in various degrees of progress, some of them are still just in outline form. Much variety!
SUPERNATURAL
One More Chain Does The Maker Make
A Body is a Body is a Body
Honey I Shrunk The Dean
Hearts Beating Life (Into Each Other)
Teachable Moments
Fragments
HEATED RIVALRY
Ilya Rozasquatch Sighting aka the mixed media fic
If That's What You're Into
There Might As Well Be Zombies
Need to Warn the Neighbors
Regulation
It's Oh So Quiet
Connor Connors, Accidental Keeper of Secret Secrets
And... okay that's thirteen WIPS đ„Ž Let's see how many fic writer moots I can think of off the top of my head.
I usually forget to do these things, so I'm doing this now! These are all supernatural, though I've recently fallen headfirst into a heated rivalry hole, so we'll see where that takes us. Also my WIPs are scattered between two different gdrives and ellipsus, so I'm just doing the ones from ellipsus
- Bagman's Gambit AU
- Say it with flowers
- Regency - vicar Cas gambler Dean
- college AU
- Samwitch wedding
I'm always bad at knowing who to tag, and a lot of people I would have picked are already tagged above, so I'll just say that if you want to do this, consider this @ you
Kind of consumed on the daily by the implications of my absolute favourite Jeeves story, âBertie Changes His Mindâ, in which Bertie is tired of his routine and considers adopting a child, while Jeeves thinks they should holiday in Brighton until the mood passes. StratagemsâŠand eventually spoils? It introduces Bertieâs sister and her three daughters (never subsequently referred to), and most notably is the only story narrated by Jeeves, which gives you a view into what might always actually be happening behind the scenes.
I'm absolutely devastated to have to say goodbye to my sweet baby Blossom. She was the gentlest, friendliest cat I've ever known, and I am broken-hearted. I love you Baby Grandma, my best little friend, my Bossy đ
âand when they get castiel back from the empty heâs happy and at peace with being vocally in love with dean even if dean doesnât love him backââ WRONG!!! castiel conveniently has to leave for seventeen super important solo hunts in a row and fakes amnesia and throws his phone into the ocean so dean canât track him!!!
The nothing is very important, or so he keeps telling himself. He is busy cataloguing all the bees left in the world post Chuck. He has no proof that Chuckâs loss would have affected the bee population, but somebody should be checking, and he thinks he is the right formerly the size of the Chrysler Building now just a man person for the job.
So heâs checking the bees. Every last one of them, all over the world. It requires his utmost attention, which is the only reason Castiel dropped his phone into Lake Baikal. Heâs diligent, and perhaps slightly less efficient than he has been in the past.
Castiel is working his way through the forest in Winnipeg when thereâs a whooshing noise behind him. He smiles and turns and there is always always always something about this, seeing his son, whole and calm. âHello, Jack.â
Jack raises a hand in that way he does. âHello.â He lowers it. âI need you to attend to an urgent problem.â
âOf course.â He can take a break from the bees for Jack, if he really needs it. âWhatâs wrong?â
âDean,â Jack says, extremely calmly. âIs hopping up and down near the rim of the Grand Canyon. Iâd like you to make him stop.â
Castiel stares at Jack. Jackâs expression doesnât change, which makes sense, because Jackâs far too earnest to really be a kidder.
âHeâs what?â Castiel finally says, out of a lack of something to say.
âHeâs hopping up and down while yelling. Occasionally dangling a foot over the edge.â
âYell- what is he yelling?â
âSomething along the lines of it sure would be terrible if I died right here, if only I had an angel to save me.â
Castiel stares at Jack for another second, the flare of panic being supplanted by incandescent rage.
Without another word, Castiel takes a step, hits desert rock, lunges out, grabs Dean by the lapels, and hauls him backwards. He spins Dean around and shoves him back away from the edge.
âJesus-â Dean looks up, blinking, and freezes at the sight of Castiel. His hairâs shaggier than it used to be, a slightly scruffy beard on his face. âCas?â
âWhat is wrong with you?â Castiel shouts, thinking hard about shoving him off the edge of the cliff. Itâs the dim light of dusk but Castiel can see Dean almost immediately pull himself together.
âWhatâs wrong with me?â He shouts back. âWhat the fuck is your problem? Jack says he brings you back and you donât even- where is your fucking phone, Cas?â
âI dropped it,â Castiel snaps.
âWhere?â
âSome water.â
âHow deep?â
âThatâs not-â Castiel gestures behind him at the cliff. âWhat is this?â
âI didnât know how else to get you to fucking talk to me!â
âYou-â Castiel thinks about pushing him off the Canyon again. He could make it up to Sam later. âThis is your solution? You-â He gestures again. âYou came all the way out here to do this? There werenât more interesting ways to kill yourself at the Bunker?â
âFuck you!â Dean points at him. âWhere the fuck have you been?â
âIâve been busy.â
âDoing what?â
âI-â Castiel resists the urge to falter. He hadnât thought that he might need to say it aloud someday. âI have been documenting the bees.â
âYouâve been- what?â Dean stares at him. âYouâre on fucking bees again?â
âThe bee is a noble-â
âOh, fuck you, Cas, Iâm not listening to that spiel again.â
Castiel drops the bee line of attack and decides shoving Dean will do much better. âI did not save your stupid life from the Empty for you to-â
âThen what did you fucking save it for?â Dean shoves him back, then again, then again. âYou give me this whole fucking speech, I watch you die, Jack tells me youâre back, and you just-â
âI saved it because I-â Castiel shouts.
Dean shoves him again and this time itâs a shove too far. He yelps, gripping onto Castiel, who grabs him in return. Dean squeezes his eyes shut and then opens them, peering down to see that Castiel has them standing in mid-air.
âOh,â Dean mumbles. âCas, I donât like heights.â
âThen there are smarter ways for you to have decided to pull this stunt,â Castiel answers stonily.
Dean doesnât even give him a fuck off in response. âCan you, uh. Can you put me down? On the ground?â
Castiel thinks for a half second about leaving him here, smothers the instinct, and maneuvers them back to the edge of the cliff. Dean staggers back a good ways back and sits down heavily. Castiel looks down at him for a moment before sitting next to him, and for a moment theyâre just silent, watching the stars come to life around them.
âYou are such a goddamn pain in the ass,â Dean finally mumbles.
âYou are not allowed to say that to me right now,â Castiel answers flatly.
âYeah, well.â Dean stares at the canyon resentfully. âDonât put me in a position where I gotta do stupid shit.â
âYou donât have to-â
âYou fucking left,â Dean interrupts. âYou fucking left, and I can only see three options why. So tell me what happened.â
Castiel continues not to look at him. âWhat are the options?â
âYouâre a coward, you felt you put me in a weird position, or you regretted it and didnât mean it.â
Castiel blinks, looking over at Dean. Deanâs giving him that obnoxiously defiant look, but so often under the layers of the obnoxiously defiant look is hurt and concern and fear, and he can see them now.
âCowardâs a little strong,â he eventually says. Dean gives him a downright mutinous expression and Castiel relents. âIt⊠it wasnât the third one. It definitely wasnât the third one.â
Dean swallows.
âSo itâs the first two?â He asks, and thereâs no real heat in his voice now. âThatâs your fucking problem?â
âI-â Castiel looks over the edge of the canyon. âYes. I suppose so.â
Theyâre silent again.
âDid it occur to you for even a goddamn second,â Dean punctures the silence. âThat I would say it back?â
Castielâs stomach swoops low before tightening.
âNo,â he answers after a moment. âNot really.â
âWhy?â
âI donât know.â
âThatâs not good enough, Cas.â
âI-â Castiel sighs, frustrated. âI said it to save you and I said it to say it and I didnât expect anything in return. I didnât⊠I didnât want to make you uncomfortable. And I didnât want to hear your thoughts on it.â
âThatâs your problem.â Thereâs still no venom in Deanâs voice as he looks up at the sky. âThatâs always your goddamn problem. You never expect anything in return.â
Castiel doesnât know how to answer that, but he doesnât have to, because Dean speaks again, eyes still trained on the stars.
âI love you,â he tells Castiel, and something in Castielâs chest tenses and loosens all at once. âYou goddamn stupid dumb as shit son of a fucking bitch, I love you. Whatever you wanna do with that information is up to you, but you gotta let me tell you.â
Castiel looks over at Dean. He doesnât even look upset anymore. Just a little tired.
âYour hairâs different,â he says.
âYeah. Didnât⊠didnât feel like doing much to it. Iâll get it cut soon, probably.â
âNo, itâs good. I⊠I like it.â
Deanâs lips twitch. âOh, yeah?â
âYeah.â
âYou gonna start telling me all the things you like about the way I look now, Cas?â
Castiel, for the first time since he showed up, smiles a little.
âWe donât have enough time,â he answers. Dean snorts, looking to the side away from Castiel, and he canât get a good look at him but he thinks he might be blushing a little. âDoes Sam know youâre out here?â
âI told him I was working on a project for Jack but that was twenty four hours ago and he got suspicious around hour nineteen so I turned my phone off.â
âYou should probably text your brother that youâre alive.â
âYeah.â Dean looks over at Castiel. âBees, huh?â
Castiel stifles a grin, everything thatâs ever happened just seeming unbearably silly for a moment.
âTheyâre an important part of the ecosystem, Dean,â he answers.
Dean barks a laugh, shaking his head and grinning at the ground. âYouâre such a fucking asshole.â
âYes. From time to time.â
Dean keeps his eyes trained on the ground. âYou think you could take a break from the bees for a while?â
âI⊠I think Iâve gathered enough data.â
âYeah?â
âYes. I⊠I think I could be⊠persuaded to come home.â
Dean smiles a little at the word home. âGood.â He looks at the sky again. âPassenger seat felt empty without you.â
Castielâs skin tingles a little. Hesitantly, he reaches out and tangles his fingers with Deanâs where theyâre resting on the ground. Dean tightens his slightly in response.
âKeep the beard,â Castiel says.
âOh, yeah?â Dean grins at the stars. âMountain man thing floats your boat, huh?â
âI guess so.â
âOkay. Iâll keep the beard.â
They donât say anything for a while after that, instead watching the way the moon lights up the night.
Itâs not like either of them have anywhere to be, Castiel thinks. Theyâve got time.
there should be a word for when you're wholly convinced that two characters are gay for each other but you aren't invested in their dynamic or anything you just have eyes and a brain. "shipping" implies i care.
#1 is a hoodie. No doubt about it. Zip is there, hood is there. It is a hoodie.
#2 is where we start to question a little bit. But the answer remains the same. That is a hoodie.
#3 is not difficult at all. That is a jumper. NOT A SWEATER. A sweater is not ugly unless it is a christmas sweater that is intended to be ugly. That third one is a jumper (or a pullover if you want to be different).
to elaborate: dean screams and falls to his knees paralyzed by cas' corpse while sam runs off to find jack. the angels taunts dean by telling dean it's his fault cas is dead and he won't come back this time (they don't even mention mary). dean prays to chuck and says they have lost everything so now chuck has to bring HIM back (????) for all we know it's dean who prepares the pyre because we see him walk away with an axe. he prepares cas' body on his own, has to stop himself multiple times because it's too much. he stands by the fire completely shattered and it doesn't even look like him, he's drained and hopeless and gutted. the script tells us he (not sam and dean. just dean.) spread cas' ashes in a meadow since it was a 'zen calm kinda place' and even though it doesn't happen on screen we do see cas come back in a meadow so. he hates jack because in his eyes it's jack's fault cas is dead, if jack hadn't been born cas would still be alive. he drinks and drinks and drinks and tells sam he doesn't have any faith anymore. then he straight up kills himself and the script states he really had the intention to die in that haunted mansion. then cas calls and his face is lit up and they meet in an alley and there's a blue cross behind him just as it is in romeo and juliet from 1996 and dean hugs him and says 'welcome home' despite being miles and miles away from the place they consider home.
he also was feeling so much, was so loud about it, was shouting in sam's face about it, was clearly very very truly wholly upset, that Jack felt it enough to wake Cas up in The Empty.
how do you think dean reacts to cas getting out of the empty??
Realistically? hugs. Just a very long hug where he says he's glad Cas is back and then tells him not to pull that shit again
In my delusional mind?
He would grab Cas, slam him against the nearest wall and then get angry
He'd yell, "You can't fucking do that!" he slams him against the wall, shoving Sam back, who's trying to stop him. Eyes fixed on Cas
"You can't say any of that shit and then die on me before I even get a chance to think about how I feel about it. I am sick and tired of everyone killing themselves in front of me like it doesn't fuck with my head. Like it's what's best for me. Well, guess what?" he angrily riffles through his pockets with one hand, grabbing Cas's left wrist with the other. "Never again. Not a goddamn chance."
He slips a ring around Cas' ring finger, harsh and demanding. The sigils carved into them glow as Dean slips a ring onto his own left ring finger
Sam squawks, "You planned this???" but ultimately goes ignored
Dean points at Cas' face, getting the angel to look him square in the face, "You were my last straw. So here's the deal. If you die, I die. Till death do us part, you feathered bastard."
They don't kiss
Dean just walks back to the Impala in a huff, leaving Cas positively stunned. Sam trying to process what the hell Dean was thinking when it dawns on him
"Is this why you made me get ordained??? You don't even have a witness"
"God is my witness, bitch."
"JACK ISN'T EVEN AROUND, JERK!"
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