Thoughts~
Bonnie being angry and disappointed at Freddy when Cassie helps bring him back only for him to see the destruction and decay of his family and home that Freddy allowed to happen because of Gregory, and breaks up with him.
Bonnie later slowly starts falling in love with Proto Freddy (maybe a bit of it is Bonnie projecting but he's def falling) instead.
And Freddy can see it happening from where he is.
Gay drama~
(Long post. I went off on one lmao and can't use read mores on my phone, sorry mobile users)
Ohhh that's a fun one! Bonnie rebounding onto Protobear and after a while those feelings become real... he deserves it honestly. He deserves a happy ending after everything, and so does Protobear! Bet that's an emotional rollercoaster to get through though... That party doesn't sound fun... For them anyway. Very fun for us though! Sucks to be them!
You know what else is fun for this? Bonnie falling for whoever Freddy believed deactivated him. Freddy treating someone differently before the events of SB, and side eying them all the time, not trusting them at all because of what the must have done to Bonnie... It must have been them! They're the only one the makes sense! They're the one that made him disappear and is trying to act like everything's normal! They must be to blame! They took his Bonnie from him and won't tell him what they did or where he is! Whether he's right or not is irrelevant, if he believes it's true, he's going to want nothing to do with them! They need to stay away from Bonnie!
And now here he is. Watching Bonnie flirt with that person. Be it Monty, Roxy, Moon, Chica, whoever. Freddy finally saying out loud what he's felt he's known for a long time now, that this animatronic killed him, how could Bonnie possibly even still look at them, never mind fall in love with them after that?!
Bonnie's face falls flat. He turns to Freddy and stares him right in the eyes. "They didn't do it, Freddy." or even, "They did it to save me, Freddy. What did you do?"
Absolutely devastating. The gay drama is so good
On another note, this is making me think of Protobear and Roxy being fucking hilarious. "Hey, you wanna really freak him out?" one of them asks and they start fake dating in front of Freddy to piss him off. Like they're the most over the top, mushy couple with the most insufferable nicknames, trying so hard not to laugh their asses off, and the first one to crack loses. Everyone gets in on it. Whaaaaat?? Roxy and Protobear?? Oh they're sooooo in love so so so in love, they're not pretending, they would never pretend!!
Jskdndk they get Cassie in on it and she starts calling them mum and dad 2 and Freddy is pointedly trying to leave the room as quickly as possible, but as usual, the fucking doors aren't letting him out again. They're always on the blink now, it's absolutely never Roxy using her security clearance to play Musical Doors with him. Nope. Never. Look at their fake mushy romance boy, you can't escape.
Freddy has never been more confused and sickened in his life. He's always hated Roxy and Roxy's always hated him, this is the worst thing to have to watch ever. He's even more upset if Bonnie pretends to be their partner as well, and even more so if Roxy was who he assumed deactivated him. This is a nightmare scenario and he's being so brave about it.
Sat there trying so hard not to say a word. He's so fine. Not glaring at all. No no no, he's not staring listlessly at them, he's just trying to contact maintenance via the network, obviously. He's not resisting the urge to grimace and not wishing the floor would swallow him up right now. Absolutely not. He would never. He's so so so happy for them. Yup. So so happy. Could not be happier. Why won't these fucking doors open?!
You could apply the fake dating to Protobear and Bonnie specifically too. Bonnie's going through a rebound, and he knows it, so he stays away from Protobear for a while. He tries to take care of himself and the others are right there to help him out the best they can. When he's feeling better, he starts gradually spending more time with Protobear (who has had the situation of Bonnie and Freddy explained to him and is very understanding about it) and the two start slowly building a friendship. Slowly, so as to not rush Bonnie through anything. Protobear himself has walked away from several hangouts because he can tell that Bonnie is struggling, even if he won't admit it, they're handling this with the utmost care...
But then Bonnie, Roxy, Monty and Chica, the four that should never be trusted without supervision, get talking. Bonnie is laughing at these three clowns telling him all about how they're fucking with Freddy for fun, and let him in on some of their schemes. They're hilarious, and he would have thought so before everything happened too, even if he did think they were a bit mean at times. I mean, rallying a bunch of kids to gang up on Freddy in their Fazerblast game as a 'super secret mission' is a touch mean, right? Not anymore. He deserves it.
But then they get to thinking. Bonnie wants to try messing with him too. They bring him in on some of their dastardly plans, and come up with several new ones for him, and believe me, at this time, not a single one of them has the braincell, so you can imagine the bullshit they come up with lmao. He finds this weirdly cathartic. The ability to moderately inconvenience Freddy in funny ways is more fun than he thought it'd be. He was worried it would hurt, worried it would make him think about things too much, and while it does hurt to look at him sometimes... Well his heart is more with his friends than ever now. He feels no desire to be nice to him, or to go back to how things were anymore. He's okay now and this is what makes that real to him...
Then one day it hits him. His own plan to mess with Freddy. Completely his own, the three stooges had nothing to do with this one. It hit him when he was hanging out with Protobear and DJ. What if they were fake dating in front of Freddy? Bonnie and Protobear! Madly in love, with the most sickeningly sweet pet names and the worst pick up lines you've ever heard in your life! DJ thinks that would be pretty mean... But would get him so good, he's a surprisingly petty guy sometimes. Protobear agrees and is completely up for this, it sounds hilarious, but... is Bonnie sure he's ready for that? Is he sure he can handle that?
They think on it a bit and talk to the others about it, who think that's fucking genius but have the same concerns as Protobear. Sunny thinks it's a bit much (and he's probably right) but is very excited to play along with this. He loves playing pretend, he's where Cassie gets it from. When they decide they're gonna do it, they set a few boundaries just in case, make a safe word for if they feel they start going too far with it, and swear to eachother to call it off if it all starts getting too much... Or maybe too real.
Oh my god they have so much fucking fun with it. Protobear has never laughed so hard in his life. The others joining in, helping them pull this off, and building on the joke too make it even more fun! They're having a blast and Freddy is suffering greatly! Customer service mode can't save him now!
But after a while, things start to change. Some of the flirting becomes a little too heartfelt. The insistence that they're not actually a thing becomes less frequent. The act starts to spill over into their everyday lives. Suddenly, they're not so sure this is still a joke anymore. Suddenly, the overdramatic cuddles last until long after Freddy has left the room. Suddenly, they're starting to wonder what it be like to be together for real.
Realisation hits and oh god oh no oh fuck this was NOT the PLAN god DAMN IT
So much fun to be had here!
One more funny one: instead of just Roxy or Bonnie pretending to be with Protobear, what if it's everyone? Protobear has one giant polycule going on where everyone apparently adores him and he dotes on everyone cause he loves them all so so so much. Freddy is staring in disbelief at the 'romantic' cuddle pile Protobear is right in the centre of like this is the most normal thing in the world. It's a Plex wide competition to see who can be the most insufferable in a fake relationship and whoever cracks first loses. It's a team effort! A coordinated attack! And sometimes they actually do fluster Protobear and eachother they're all having fun!
I'd like to call this plan the Protocule :)
(Also, hi jellycreamjammedart! This is the first post I've made today so you may wanna check I've not reblogged with more additions later on. I know you get online kinda late in my timezone, or at least that's when I tend to see you around, so saying this is just in case!)
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Okay well. Now you gotta tell me about the WIPs sitting like boulders in the dust? :-D
Oh gosh buckle in. *blows digital dust off a digital filing cabinet* Everything is canon universe, nothing is finished, 80% of the titles are placeholders
Alone Among The Wreck (post canon, SMTS 2): horrible unwieldy behemoth of a sequel to my fix it fic. 30ish k and not anywhere near done. Cas lost his grace in coming back from the empty and he's not coping well. Lots of questions and concepts about guilt, loss, when and what to grieve for, personhood, at what point a body becomes yours, isolation, opening up to others, etc etc etc. Dean is also having a hard time, but mostly because Cas is shutting him out and he feels useless
“Are you going to come back to our room any time soon?”
Castiel wanted to. He wanted so badly to say yes, but he knew deep down that it was only a matter of time before it fell apart again. The fear he’d felt only a few minutes ago was evidence enough of that.
“Can you, just for tonight?”
“Dean, what’s happened?”
Dean looked away, perhaps to the lamp or the angel blade sitting under it.
“It’s quiet down there.”
“It’s always quiet here.” Castiel looked at him, trying to parse out what was wrong.
“Quieter without you.”
Dean stood in the doorway still, with a defeated hunch.
Castiel stood from his bed and walked over, placing a hand along Dean’s jaw and gently guiding him to meet his gaze.
“You’re not the only one who has nightmares about the Empty.”
A Little Something About Cas (canon compliant, s13): a short piece I started in response to a tumblr post about Dean telling Jack about Cas during the widower arc
He wanted to hate Jack. He wished he could. Maybe if he did, the kid would stay away and he wouldn’t have to see Cas’ face staring back at him. Maybe, if he hated Jack, he would stop hating himself.
Untitled (post canon, SMTS 3): a sequel to Alone Among The Wreck that has Cas back in heaven as Jack has made it, grappling with how the heaven he knew is a home he can never go back to, and also some angst because yeah no Jack's a kid and shouldn't be acting in a god role and Cas couldn't save him from that
Castiel lingered, eyes on the beauty of Jack’s wings. They were a little too big for him, but Castiel was sure he would continue to grow into them, just as he was starting to grow into this power. His wings were broad and unmaimed, glittering gold and warm and radiant like his eyes. Castiel would sacrifice everything to make sure they stayed that way, that they never had to look like his. He never wanted Jack to feel the pain he had, to lose flight and a part of himself with it.
Untitled (End!verse): kinda a sequel to my other end!verse fic but not really? More like this is a few months later but otherwise not really related. no idea where this is going to go but it's the end of the world and Cas wants to donate blood to some poor soul who stumbled into camp. Dean doesn't understand why it matters so much to him. Cas might also be immune to the croatoan virus because he was an angel but don't worry about that
“You know, just because you can’t heal him with your powers doesn’t mean you have to give him your blood, right?”
Castiel rolled his eyes in a smooth, easy motion.
“And just because you feel responsible for my fall doesn’t mean you have to keep trying to protect me.”
Dean side eyed him. Cas raised his eyebrows in mock innocence before looking up to the ceiling.
“I’m doing this whether you want me to or not.”
Belonging Pt 2 (s12-13): companion to a fic I wrote about Cas' state of mind before being possessed by Lucifer, the gradual breakdown of the self. This is set immediately after Lucifer is expelled in 11x23, continues to 13x06 Tombstone, and is mostly folks noticing how absolutely lost Cas was, followed by slowly finding some happiness again
Only a few weeks later, a small package was shoved into his hand. Dean said something hurriedly, almost nervously, about improving his taste in music.
He knew what Dean meant by it. How could he not? Dean had spoken a few late nights about how his parents had fallen in love, how John had known the words to every Zepplin song, and despite the complicated relationship Dean had with both of his parents, he still held the concept in high regard. Sometimes, it seemed like he wished he could have something like that.
Castiel never reminded him that his parents had been forced together by angelic intervention, or how incredibly imperfect the union always was. Dean knew that already, better than anyone. The Zepplin tape wasn’t an attempt to mimic his parents’ doomed relationship, but perhaps to reclaim it.
Castiel knew the meaning of the tape from the title alone, and he listened to it anyway. In spite of himself, he listened to the whole tape, and then he listened again. Song after song, he understood what Dean was trying to tell him, and he wept to know.
Everything should have been perfect.
Untitled: little bit of body horror and definitely a wing fic. Basic concept is what if a spell went wrong and Cas was rendered effectively human but kept his wings and possibly other physical manifestations of angelhood. The amount of math I did for this fic, calculating wingspan by height vs by weight, necessary extra muscle mass and blood to actually use the wings, etc..... It was fun to write but I definitely hit a point where it was getting a little too dark for my tastes so back to the drawing board
this is 12k of embarrassment that i am not sharing today lol
Bleeding Out: uhhhhh human cas, heavy angst, hunt gone wrong. There may or may not be a deathbed love confession followed by not dying, as well as some hospital room bickering about how someone couldn't just ~avoid the knife~
“You weren’t there. When he got stabbed.”
Sam raised an eyebrow and waited for Dean to continue.
"I was busy. Had a demon in front of me, another behind. Cas saw him. Stopped him from killing me by getting himself skewered. He took that knife in my place. I killed the one demon, got the second as he yanked the blade out of…out of Cas…” Dean breathed out sharply. “Cas just kept telling me it was okay. Kept trying to say his goodbyes.”
“He saved your life.”
“Yeah, and now he might lose his.”
Fallen: more human Cas, heavy angst, slight body horror, heavy depression. There's not too much else to say, lol
this is another one of those fics im not sharing until i revise so much. i was like 15 when i wrote most of it and it shows lol, but i like the concept and the scenes, just needs to be better constructed
The Horror Fic (post canon): Dean and Cas find a nice little place to settle down and Cas keeps getting the sense that something is wrong but Dean's not seeing any of it and is starting to think that Cas just has cold feet. A little bit of it is kinda back rooms-y, and a lot of it is very "this could be super freaky but also an old house/nature is just kinda like that". Mostly just a page of vibes and ideas tbh but I'm fond of it
A well. That must be where he was. He looked up at the blue sky taunting him before looking again at the cool brick, how it circled around. Or rather, how it should have. While Castiel admitted he wasn’t particularly well aquatinted with wells, he was fairly sure they only really went down. What then was the small hallway that stretched out into the dark?
Nightmare: human Cas, accidental self injury, very very short with no plot to speak of. This is one of those 1500 word scenes that comes to you in the middle of the night that's kinda useless on its own but would be great chopped up and inserted into something else
A bright light was above him. That was the first thing Castiel noticed. Cas looked down and there was his human, unconscious and securely held. One of Cas' arms was under his while the angel's right hand firmly gripped the man's left shoulder. In Castiel's left hand was a bloodied angel blade. Demons were crowded about, their hideous faces angrily snarling at him and trying to take back their victim.
Cas recognized the scene. He was raising Dean from Perdition. But something was different. Wrong.
Just as he realized that, the tips of his wings started to burn, the feeling quickly spreading to engulf the feathered appendages.
Untitled: sick fic and (at points) a comedy! The long and short of it is Cas gets the most average cold/flu-like illness known to man for the first time in his billion years of life. So he's miserable and has just been completely taken out. Dean takes pity on him and makes him soup
Cas was as crabby in the morning as he was the night before, something that even coffee and a kiss to the top of his bed head couldn’t fix. As he did a final check of the room while Castiel stood irritated in the doorway, Dean caught himself thinking, “Well, this’ll be a fun drive.”
Sleeping: newly human Cas coping with change (there is a pattern here). Another fic I'll almost definitely chop and splice because it just isn't working on its own
Hours later, he woke up, weary and sore, in a room in the Bunker. It felt like there was a hole in his chest, like something was missing from the core of his being.
And something was.
He dared not reach out to his brothers and sisters for they’d lost faith in him long before. They would not help him.
Instead, voice rough and shaken, he called out for a Winchester.
Domestic (post canon): they have a house!!!! They paint the kitchen red, buy a table for Cas to do puzzles on, know each other's takeout order at the Mongolian place down the road, and everything is perfect. Their lives have slowed down, Cas might need glasses, Dean is finding things to tinker with, all is well.
“Kitchen looks good,” he said. “You were definitely got right up against those edges.”
"Mmm,” Cas hummed, letting himself lean back against Dean. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to dry the dishes.”
“Oh yeah? What makes you think that?”
"Because I know you, Dean.”
“Doesn’t mean you know what I’m gonna say or do before I do it.”
Castiel threw a glance over his shoulder, one that Dean met with a kiss, like he always did. Castiel smiled smugly before turning back and finishing the dishes.
“Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything,” Castiel replied, but Dean could still feel that pleased little smile in his words.
With a huff, he let go of Cas, picked up a towel.
House Hunters (post canon): Dean and Cas are going to find their forever home. The only thing I have written is the very beginning and the very end but they're going to find a real estate agent who looks suspiciously like one of them (think like how Cas and Mick are same character different font), and have debates about what they want vs how much fraud they can reasonably get away with to buy a place. Not related to Domestic, just in the same vein
No snippet, apologies
Widower 2.0 (s15): This was also inspired by a tumblr post. Cas was killed in hell in 15x03 by belphagor, Dean struggles to handle it because of his role in sending Cas down there in the first place.
Castiel was lying in one of Hell’s halls, wings burnt, body broken, blade bent and bloodied. He wouldn’t have gone down without a fight, but he had been alone. He’d died alone, no one but Belphagor to cry out to, to beg for help, to say goodbye to.
He had died looking at his son being worn by a monster.
The thought made Dean nauseous.
And this is just what I have in my OneDrive WIP folder as individual files 🥲 I have another document in my notes app that's just a list of ideas I've done absolutely nothing with yet, as well as a few drafts here on tumblr
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