Sunday is for procrastination

[kat_lair]

I have managed to get dressed though. This should be celebrated with a meme, as seen on trialia's journal...


• Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
• Upon request, post a random line or two from any of these you choose.

Oh god, this was a thoroughly depressing exercise. I’m pretty sure some of these will never be finished... However, feel free to ask for extracts or any questions about them...


acceptance.docx
adam-tommy breathplay.docx
alex-ryland mr floppy.doc
Almost Always.doc
Almost Never.doc
And Sometimes You Cross It Twice.doc
Bandom airlines.doc
BR - continuation.docx
Care In Holding.doc
Cobra GSF.doc
craig-bruno oh god my morals – part trois.docx
dex-sheppard.docx
fairydust.doc
fruitsalad.doc
george is a rentboy, mitchell is not amused.docx
Happy Birthday pushkin666.doc (for the record, I’m deeply ashamed that this is still on the wip list /o\)
In which Rodney and Radek are witches.doc
it’s not a story, we just made it (up and away).doc
j2.doc
Lost Boys fic.doc
mcbeckfic-picexchange.doc
Nate-Victoria puppyplay.docx
no heaven.docx
no oceans left for scavengers like me.docx
otr fic.doc
Patrick-Pete wrist kink ficlet.doc
Primeval ficlet.doc
sa-drabbles.doc
Taste of maybe - the missing sex scene.doc
The Hour I First Believed.doc
the one where alex and ryland roast gabe.doc
To Cast A Hundred Stones .doc
Totum tibi subdo me.doc
untitled House.doc
Year Abroad.doc
Velvet Revolution.doc
waycest ficlet for laura.docx

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[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

Heh, I actually have a fair bit of that written. It was only going to be ficlet of the 'i want someone else to write this properly' type but then... Here you go:

It took three months for Mitchell to catch on, which was frankly more than a little embarrassing. Especially, since it seemed he was the last one to do so.

“You knew! You knew George’s been…” Mitchell waved his arms around agitatedly, trying, and failing, to come up with a word that didn’t make the situation sound as bad as it actually was. “whoring himself on the streets and you didn’t tell me?!”

Annie put a third mug of tea on the table and sat down, quite calm like Mitchell’s whole world view hadn’t just turned on its head. “One, the term is ‘self-employed sex worker’ and two,” she pursed her lips primly, “it’s none of your business. Just like it’s none of my business.”

Mitchell didn’t flail, because he was a vampire, and vampires didn’t do that, at least not where anyone could see them, but it was a near thing. “How can you say that?” he demanded. “Of course it’s our business! He’s our housemate, for goodness sake! Our friend! He’s… He’s my… He’s George!”