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I'm half going alphabetically through my documents so don't think I'm rating on placement in the list. All of this is stuff I will never publish on my own, 99% certain.
Stuff That Already Has Stuff Written For It By Me
Futurama Fusion: Troy/Abed but also OT7 and loosely based on "Time Keeps on Slipping." I keep running into roadblocks though, like scope and point of view.
Excerpts/Brainstormings:-timeslipping
-Shirley: leela, ship’s pilot; Jeff: co-pilot; Annie: filing/accounts/student; Britta: student/green leader; Abed and Troy: delivery boys
“What do you mean, a ‘tiny hole in the universe’?”
Jeff towered over Professor Pelton threateningly. He swallowed and squeaked out, “Don’t talk so loud, Jeffrey, you’ll scare the crew.”
Jeff puffed air out of his nose, trying to restrain his voice. He turned his head to look through the entryway to the employee breakroom. Annie, Shirley, and Britta held cans of Slurm and were talking amiably, and Troy and Abed were playing lazer fetch with Nibbler. Out of sight, someone (probably Pierce) turned on the TV and changed the channel to “All My Circuits.” Out there was his crew, his infuriating, baffling family, and Pelton was right: they didn’t deserve to hear the news that way.
“Fine. I’ll keep quiet. But you’ll be telling everyone what you did, and soon,” he said, keeping his voice low.
“Technically what we did, as all of you got the dark matter for the glitter monkeys in the first place-“
“Your mission, your problem,” said Jeff with finality. The Professor sputtered behind him as he left. Jeff rolled his eyes. He was going to be so mad if this meant he would have to save the world again. But because he was an adult, he resisted the urge to kick a wall and yell, “And the glitter monkeys weren’t even that good!”
***
It exists like this: not timelines exactly, but close. There is a world, the first world, in which time isn’t skipping. It’s a thousand years earlier, and the eight of them aren’t a crew about to start the journey to save the world they broke. There is a table and a group and a school, not on Mars but in the remains of New New Denver or thereabouts. Abed remembers the world back then, from the time before he was frozen, and he tucks his crew into that first world for safekeeping. They don’t change; it’s fine. Somewhere they are safe, at least for a moment.
There is a second world, the one that’s real; he’s a delivery boy and time is running out. Time skips- he’s lost a week, everyone has lost a week. “Life is lived in moments,” Abed thinks, and it sounds profound as another month disappears.
Community/Danny Phantom Fusion: Sort of an extension on a very short thing I've already done and published but MORE. Like, a fusion where Abed is a half-ghost but then also some of the peeps from the study group are ghost hunters etc. Essentially, the AU expanded upon with adventure and possible high school au although not necessary. Haven't written this yet because it's a) obscure and b) not sure where to start with it.
Community/ The Great Gatsby Fusion:Prompt meme asked once for a Community/Great Gatsby fusion. Someone did it for Jeff/Britta or Abed/Annie or something and then I was like "I'll write one with Troy/Abed in it" and then I gave up because I had other things to do.
Excerpt: T/Ab, J/B (sort of), T/Fem!Pierce (just roll with it?)
When Jeff moves from Colorado to New York in the summer of 1922 in the aftermath of his disbarment, he sits in a cheap, dirty hotel for a few days dreaming of something, anything he can do to exercise what few talents he possesses.
He sees an ad in the newspaper a few days later while in a diner downtown, drinking a cup of coffee bought with one of his last quarters. The ad is asking for potential bond sellers to come down for interviews. He irons his best suit twice, and arrives with a smile and a resume (sans his six years of being a lawyer) in hand; they don’t even look at it, and hire him based on charm halfway through the interview.
Charm and rakish good looks are enough, in 1922, to get anyone just about anywhere.
***
He rents a house for eighty dollars a month on the West Egg, a place of new money, and uses the rest of his first check to buy an automobile, four more suits, three hats, and a pair of shiny black shoes. They sit in his lap as he drives home in his automobile that afternoon; their thick fabric feels heavy and purposeful against his legs. It’s not that he has no room in the rest of his car, it’s just that for the first time since he lost everything, something is making him feel grounded.
When he puts the suit on in front of the long mirror that hides inside his mahogany wardrobe, he feels respectable, honest. He’s a new man with an old name and a chance to be honest again.
He tips his hat crooked to the right and then to the left before setting it dead center on his head: the hat of an average man. The doorbell rings; it’s the mailman. A small square of paper flutters through the slot in his door. Jeff closes his wardrobe and saunters over to it, curious as to who is sending him mail on his second day in West Egg. He picks up the paper and reads:
“The neighbors have told me that you’ve brought yourself up to New York! I said, are you sure it’s the Jeff Winger, the charismatic guy with good hair, and the girl said, I hope there’s only one, I might die if there’s two!
It’s Troy, your second-cousin-in-law. I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but it would be great to see you. Come over for tea tomorrow. Anastasia says it’s not a choice.
Troy Barnes”
It’s fine, it’s fine, Jeff tells himself as he squares the sheet away into his breast pocket and reminds himself to breathe. Troy only seems to know the good bits of his history, and if Jeff is careful, he can keep it that way forever.
Lying by omission is almost the same as honesty.
***
It’s hot and sunny on the day that Jeff drives out to East Egg; he’s sweating in his suit and he tells himself it’s not because he’s nervous, but because the sun is beating down as the car skips merrily along the dirt roads.
He pulls up to an enormous mansion, the likes of which is only matched by the mansion directly across the bay, that of which is his mysterious next door neighbor. He parks next to the other car, and
Community/Slow Burn Apocalypse: I started writing this a long, long, long time ago, possibly even before I wrote the Kickpuncher fic.I could never get it to work out. As an aside, I will write literally any apocalypse fic you have an idea for, I just have a hard time doing them all on my own.
Excerpt: They’re at Greendale when the world decides to end, which really doesn’t surprise Abed at all.
What does disappoint (but not surprise) him is the genre the apocalypse shapes up to be. He had always wished for an extraordinary last hurrah with explosions and aliens and fighting; instead they’re in the study room like any other day and it starts with a simple announcement on the intercom.
“Attention Greendale students: due to another chicken finger shortage, the cafeteria will be serving pizza again for lunch. Last chance to register for classes is Thursday: there’s still room for ten more in that salsa class! As they say in Argentina-“
A door opens and shuts in the background. The intercom crackles as the dean steps away from it. Muffled speech and an even quieter sound like video on a phone are the only things that can be heard for a moment before the dean shouts,
“Is this some kind of a joke? You know I know the food hasn’t been that great this semester ever since the main cook died but I really think announcing that the world is ending is a bit of an extreme way to make a complaint about pizza-“
The intercom goes dead. Jeff looks up from his phone,
“How long before this causes mass chaos and a food fight?” he asks.
“Ten minutes,” says Troy.
“Five,” says Britta.
“One,” says Annie.
“Three. . .seconds,” says Pierce.
Abed glances over to Shirley’s empty seat. He knows she and her church have been tracking what NASA has been announcing about the supposed ‘near miss’ asteroid for weeks. Her absence speaks volumes.
The dean’s shoulders sag in his loose-fitting suit as he enters the study room and says, “You can all go home. Apparently the end of the world wasn’t an exaggeration and so you don’t have to go to class today because there isn’t class anymore ever again.”
He puts his hand on Jeff’s shoulder.
“I just want you to know that you’re my favorite students that I’ve ever had. I have to go now.”
He clenches his fists and speed-walks out of the room without looking back. Jeff pulls out his phone and his buttons clack as he searches the internet for hope.
Abed would rather there were explosions to cover up the awful silent noise.
****
They take a road trip because that’s what people do in films when the world is quietly ending. Early the next morning Jeff, Annie, Britta, Troy, Pierce, and Abed all pile into an eight seat van and head out towards nowhere.
The van is supposed to be a rental, but when they arrive at the shop there’s no one there to rent from; the only things left are rows and rows of cars. Britta pulls out a spare bobby pin and picks the lock of the shop to get in. The alarm goes off and so everyone votes that Pierce go in to get the keys; he can fake senility or a heart attack if the police show up. Annie sends him in with money to ease her conscience about stealing the rental car. When Pierce returns with the keys, everyone cheers; momentarily united by the thrill of the caper, they clamber into the van. Jeff grabs the keys.
The alarm echoes emptily around the lot as they pull away. They don’t run into any police at all.
Five minutes into the trip, the car fades into complete silence. Troy starts to sob. No one asks why.
****
Troy’s dad has gone to Vegas for a last hurrah and Abed’s dad got on the first flight to Palestine that morning to be with family, so the last person they visit before they leave Greendale is Shirley. They exit the rental car in a rowdy mass and ring the doorbell almost as a unit; it chimes several times due to overenthusiasm.
Abed knows that Jeff sees himself as the magnet for broken, huddled masses, but when Shirley answers the door and the group consumes her in a hug, he can’t help but think that that title would be much more appropriate for Shirley.
“Come in, come in,” she says when they finally let her go. She dabs at her eyes as she lets them inside.
****
“What do we do until then?”
“I guess we just. . .wait.”
Troy leans his head on Abed’s shoulder and together they wait for the world to end.
Troy closes his eyes as the world fades away-in another world, maybe, he would wake up and the memory would only be a dream.
***
All films have to end at some point. Abed never thought this one would end so soon, but then the best films always leave you wanting more, so he should have seen it coming, really.
(Ok so I don’t really know if I like the whole way that Abed’s just letting his dad go away to Pakistan but I’ll leave that scene for later if need be right now it’s on the cutting room floor to be messed with later. We’ll move on with the story and if it so happens to take us in a few different directions that is ok. We can always choose a different way at the end. Keep in mind Abed’s possible flight to Palestine and also maybe seeing his mom? Flying her out? Maybe)
Other Ones I Like that I Have Nothing Written For Yet:
-Community/Wall-E fusion
-Troy/Abed Fake Boyfriends (this is not an AU but I am aghast that this doesn't exist yet in the fandom)
-The one where everyone thinks they've "killed the Health Inspector" a la spongebob (But I want to wait to see if my prompter from the fic fest fills this for me instead) *LOVES IDEA LOVE LOVE LOVE*
-The study group has a rule 63 counterpart at greendale and they meet and have shenanigans. I have extensive backstory and ideas for this, but I want to see first if my promptee fils this request for the fic fest. *LOVES IDEA*
I'm half going alphabetically through my documents so don't think I'm rating on placement in the list. All of this is stuff I will never publish on my own, 99% certain.
Stuff That Already Has Stuff Written For It By Me
Futurama Fusion: Troy/Abed but also OT7 and loosely based on "Time Keeps on Slipping." I keep running into roadblocks though, like scope and point of view.
Excerpts/Brainstormings:-timeslipping
-Shirley: leela, ship’s pilot; Jeff: co-pilot; Annie: filing/accounts/student; Britta: student/green leader; Abed and Troy: delivery boys
“What do you mean, a ‘tiny hole in the universe’?”
Jeff towered over Professor Pelton threateningly. He swallowed and squeaked out, “Don’t talk so loud, Jeffrey, you’ll scare the crew.”
Jeff puffed air out of his nose, trying to restrain his voice. He turned his head to look through the entryway to the employee breakroom. Annie, Shirley, and Britta held cans of Slurm and were talking amiably, and Troy and Abed were playing lazer fetch with Nibbler. Out of sight, someone (probably Pierce) turned on the TV and changed the channel to “All My Circuits.” Out there was his crew, his infuriating, baffling family, and Pelton was right: they didn’t deserve to hear the news that way.
“Fine. I’ll keep quiet. But you’ll be telling everyone what you did, and soon,” he said, keeping his voice low.
“Technically what we did, as all of you got the dark matter for the glitter monkeys in the first place-“
“Your mission, your problem,” said Jeff with finality. The Professor sputtered behind him as he left. Jeff rolled his eyes. He was going to be so mad if this meant he would have to save the world again. But because he was an adult, he resisted the urge to kick a wall and yell, “And the glitter monkeys weren’t even that good!”
***
It exists like this: not timelines exactly, but close. There is a world, the first world, in which time isn’t skipping. It’s a thousand years earlier, and the eight of them aren’t a crew about to start the journey to save the world they broke. There is a table and a group and a school, not on Mars but in the remains of New New Denver or thereabouts. Abed remembers the world back then, from the time before he was frozen, and he tucks his crew into that first world for safekeeping. They don’t change; it’s fine. Somewhere they are safe, at least for a moment.
There is a second world, the one that’s real; he’s a delivery boy and time is running out. Time skips- he’s lost a week, everyone has lost a week. “Life is lived in moments,” Abed thinks, and it sounds profound as another month disappears.
Community/Danny Phantom Fusion: Sort of an extension on a very short thing I've already done and published but MORE. Like, a fusion where Abed is a half-ghost but then also some of the peeps from the study group are ghost hunters etc. Essentially, the AU expanded upon with adventure and possible high school au although not necessary. Haven't written this yet because it's a) obscure and b) not sure where to start with it.
Community/ The Great Gatsby Fusion:Prompt meme asked once for a Community/Great Gatsby fusion. Someone did it for Jeff/Britta or Abed/Annie or something and then I was like "I'll write one with Troy/Abed in it" and then I gave up because I had other things to do.
Excerpt: T/Ab, J/B (sort of), T/Fem!Pierce (just roll with it?)
When Jeff moves from Colorado to New York in the summer of 1922 in the aftermath of his disbarment, he sits in a cheap, dirty hotel for a few days dreaming of something, anything he can do to exercise what few talents he possesses.
He sees an ad in the newspaper a few days later while in a diner downtown, drinking a cup of coffee bought with one of his last quarters. The ad is asking for potential bond sellers to come down for interviews. He irons his best suit twice, and arrives with a smile and a resume (sans his six years of being a lawyer) in hand; they don’t even look at it, and hire him based on charm halfway through the interview.
Charm and rakish good looks are enough, in 1922, to get anyone just about anywhere.
***
He rents a house for eighty dollars a month on the West Egg, a place of new money, and uses the rest of his first check to buy an automobile, four more suits, three hats, and a pair of shiny black shoes. They sit in his lap as he drives home in his automobile that afternoon; their thick fabric feels heavy and purposeful against his legs. It’s not that he has no room in the rest of his car, it’s just that for the first time since he lost everything, something is making him feel grounded.
When he puts the suit on in front of the long mirror that hides inside his mahogany wardrobe, he feels respectable, honest. He’s a new man with an old name and a chance to be honest again.
He tips his hat crooked to the right and then to the left before setting it dead center on his head: the hat of an average man. The doorbell rings; it’s the mailman. A small square of paper flutters through the slot in his door. Jeff closes his wardrobe and saunters over to it, curious as to who is sending him mail on his second day in West Egg. He picks up the paper and reads:
“The neighbors have told me that you’ve brought yourself up to New York! I said, are you sure it’s the Jeff Winger, the charismatic guy with good hair, and the girl said, I hope there’s only one, I might die if there’s two!
It’s Troy, your second-cousin-in-law. I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but it would be great to see you. Come over for tea tomorrow. Anastasia says it’s not a choice.
Troy Barnes”
It’s fine, it’s fine, Jeff tells himself as he squares the sheet away into his breast pocket and reminds himself to breathe. Troy only seems to know the good bits of his history, and if Jeff is careful, he can keep it that way forever.
Lying by omission is almost the same as honesty.
***
It’s hot and sunny on the day that Jeff drives out to East Egg; he’s sweating in his suit and he tells himself it’s not because he’s nervous, but because the sun is beating down as the car skips merrily along the dirt roads.
He pulls up to an enormous mansion, the likes of which is only matched by the mansion directly across the bay, that of which is his mysterious next door neighbor. He parks next to the other car, and
Community/Slow Burn Apocalypse: I started writing this a long, long, long time ago, possibly even before I wrote the Kickpuncher fic.I could never get it to work out. As an aside, I will write literally any apocalypse fic you have an idea for, I just have a hard time doing them all on my own.
Excerpt: They’re at Greendale when the world decides to end, which really doesn’t surprise Abed at all.
What does disappoint (but not surprise) him is the genre the apocalypse shapes up to be. He had always wished for an extraordinary last hurrah with explosions and aliens and fighting; instead they’re in the study room like any other day and it starts with a simple announcement on the intercom.
“Attention Greendale students: due to another chicken finger shortage, the cafeteria will be serving pizza again for lunch. Last chance to register for classes is Thursday: there’s still room for ten more in that salsa class! As they say in Argentina-“
A door opens and shuts in the background. The intercom crackles as the dean steps away from it. Muffled speech and an even quieter sound like video on a phone are the only things that can be heard for a moment before the dean shouts,
“Is this some kind of a joke? You know I know the food hasn’t been that great this semester ever since the main cook died but I really think announcing that the world is ending is a bit of an extreme way to make a complaint about pizza-“
The intercom goes dead. Jeff looks up from his phone,
“How long before this causes mass chaos and a food fight?” he asks.
“Ten minutes,” says Troy.
“Five,” says Britta.
“One,” says Annie.
“Three. . .seconds,” says Pierce.
Abed glances over to Shirley’s empty seat. He knows she and her church have been tracking what NASA has been announcing about the supposed ‘near miss’ asteroid for weeks. Her absence speaks volumes.
The dean’s shoulders sag in his loose-fitting suit as he enters the study room and says, “You can all go home. Apparently the end of the world wasn’t an exaggeration and so you don’t have to go to class today because there isn’t class anymore ever again.”
He puts his hand on Jeff’s shoulder.
“I just want you to know that you’re my favorite students that I’ve ever had. I have to go now.”
He clenches his fists and speed-walks out of the room without looking back. Jeff pulls out his phone and his buttons clack as he searches the internet for hope.
Abed would rather there were explosions to cover up the awful silent noise.
****
They take a road trip because that’s what people do in films when the world is quietly ending. Early the next morning Jeff, Annie, Britta, Troy, Pierce, and Abed all pile into an eight seat van and head out towards nowhere.
The van is supposed to be a rental, but when they arrive at the shop there’s no one there to rent from; the only things left are rows and rows of cars. Britta pulls out a spare bobby pin and picks the lock of the shop to get in. The alarm goes off and so everyone votes that Pierce go in to get the keys; he can fake senility or a heart attack if the police show up. Annie sends him in with money to ease her conscience about stealing the rental car. When Pierce returns with the keys, everyone cheers; momentarily united by the thrill of the caper, they clamber into the van. Jeff grabs the keys.
The alarm echoes emptily around the lot as they pull away. They don’t run into any police at all.
Five minutes into the trip, the car fades into complete silence. Troy starts to sob. No one asks why.
****
Troy’s dad has gone to Vegas for a last hurrah and Abed’s dad got on the first flight to Palestine that morning to be with family, so the last person they visit before they leave Greendale is Shirley. They exit the rental car in a rowdy mass and ring the doorbell almost as a unit; it chimes several times due to overenthusiasm.
Abed knows that Jeff sees himself as the magnet for broken, huddled masses, but when Shirley answers the door and the group consumes her in a hug, he can’t help but think that that title would be much more appropriate for Shirley.
“Come in, come in,” she says when they finally let her go. She dabs at her eyes as she lets them inside.
****
“What do we do until then?”
“I guess we just. . .wait.”
Troy leans his head on Abed’s shoulder and together they wait for the world to end.
Troy closes his eyes as the world fades away-in another world, maybe, he would wake up and the memory would only be a dream.
***
All films have to end at some point. Abed never thought this one would end so soon, but then the best films always leave you wanting more, so he should have seen it coming, really.
(Ok so I don’t really know if I like the whole way that Abed’s just letting his dad go away to Pakistan but I’ll leave that scene for later if need be right now it’s on the cutting room floor to be messed with later. We’ll move on with the story and if it so happens to take us in a few different directions that is ok. We can always choose a different way at the end. Keep in mind Abed’s possible flight to Palestine and also maybe seeing his mom? Flying her out? Maybe)
Other Ones I Like that I Have Nothing Written For Yet:
-Community/Wall-E fusion
-Troy/Abed Fake Boyfriends (this is not an AU but I am aghast that this doesn't exist yet in the fandom)
-The one where everyone thinks they've "killed the Health Inspector" a la spongebob (But I want to wait to see if my prompter from the fic fest fills this for me instead) *LOVES IDEA LOVE LOVE LOVE*
-The study group has a rule 63 counterpart at greendale and they meet and have shenanigans. I have extensive backstory and ideas for this, but I want to see first if my promptee fils this request for the fic fest. *LOVES IDEA*