Roxy, Mizz Rose

Fic title: We Used To Be The Loners
Author name: roxymissrose
Artist name: hazelnut917
Genre: RPS
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: R
Word count: 26,072
Warnings: underage OC death by drug overdose(the body), mild drug use, mild sexual activity between underage characters, cursing, physical abuse of a minor hinted at.

Summary: This about four boys—Jared, whose parents haven't quite managed to deal with the death of his older brother, Jensen, abandoned by his mother to an abusive father, Tommy, suffering youngest child syndrome in a family of incredible overachievers, and Mike, trying to stand out in his crowded family while dealing with a sort of benign neglect from his over-stressed parents.
It's a story about what happens over a few days in summer, in an unnamed state somewhere on the east coast, when the boys undertake to find a body abandoned in the woods.

This J2 AU is based (oh so loosely) on Stand By Me, which in turn was based on The Body, by Steven King

Written for the 2012 spn_j2_bigbang
Link to art:
I'd like to thank hazelnut917 for choosing this story, and for the *lovely* art she made for it! Please be sure to stop at her LJ and give her love.
Thanks also to toldthestars, for once again helping me get this story into readable shape, shoring up the weak spots and for listening to me wibble. A *lot*.

Part one + Part two + Part three + Part four
Art + AO3

Can anyone rec good Suits to me? Good meaning of course angsty as angst cakes drizzled in angst sauce and served with a side of julienned angst? Ha, sorry, it got good to me...*g* Harvey/Mike specifically, because at this point, they are all I care about. I watch it for them. Oh, and Gina because I could watch her read the phone book. The phone book. It's this big yellow book with all the phone num--never mind. Though I could totally see unrequited lust on the part of Louis, who reminds me of a woodchuck, but a completely dangerous one who has rabies.

My SpNBB is 3/4 finished, except for the finishing, kind of epiloguey part which stalled dead in the water like the Mary Celeste, empty of ideas. Why does this always happen to me? Even if I write the ending first. (i do that a lot but it doesn't really help because by the time i've stumbled to an end, most of the time my characters have hijacked the story and run with it).

Off I go to wrestle with the darn thing and then push it all aside to read that second book in the Hunger Games trilogy, wink-wink, nuge-nudge, thanks, a certain someone who loves me. ♥

My LJ style is beginning to creep me out--it's looking cold and scary in here. (0_0)

Is time to change!

my SpNBB is at 16500 very, very rough words--I am astounded! I think it will top out at about 20000-25000. I know I shouldn't be greedy, but I wish I could apply some of this energy to my other fic, currently eyeballing me sadly from the corner. No, no, Little Come the Night, Mommy loves you and hasn't forgotten you. If you could just write the next chapter of yourself, I'll do the ending.

So much posting today. :)

eta: oh gosh, sorry SV friends! I thought I'd fixed that! (now i feel guilty...)

Hit 10,000 words on my SpNBB. Not saying they're 10,000 good words but still...I'm thinking I have a good shot at finishing this one before the last hour, no jinx. ;)

Apropos of nothing, does anyone remember why SpN is that and not SN? Just curious. At one point in time, it had almost the same weight as SF versus sci-fi. Which is a story in itself, hah!

God, so dating me!