WIP Post

[rsadelle]

I've seen a couple of different WIP posts/memes floating about, and I love both reading and doing those. This is bits from everything I think I might actually write more of or finish editing, except the Leighton/Vicky-T, which I still might finish for bandombigbang and so can't be shared elsewhere. There are a lot of things I don't think I'm going to write more of, and if you all will help me remember, I'll do some snippet/plot bunny posts this weekend. (You'll notice there are no Mike/Kevin bingo squares in here. I don't think I'm ever going to finish any of those. I'll eventually post them as never finished fic instead.)

I had to retrieve one of these and a couple of things for the plot bunny posts from Twitter, where I also found that I'd said this: "Description of my Twitter habits: Sometimes I write kinky sex. And then sometimes I interrupt the kinky sex to write different kinky sex." So true!


gabevictoria2.txt (accidental marriage)

Victoria thinks she might cry.

"What are we going to do about this?"

"Fuck if I know." Gabe leans against the back of the couch, and he looks about as tired as she feels.

Victoria sighs. "We might as well get some sleep. You're going to be miserable on the couch. If you keep some clothes on, you can come sleep with me."

*

gabevictoria4.txt (girl!Gabe/Victoria d/s)

"I don't want you making the same fucking mistake again." The venom in Alex's voice makes Victoria stop outside the door. She shouldn't eavesdrop, but she does.

"I'm not." That's Gabi's voice, and Victoria's pretty sure she knows what they're talking about now.

"Really? You trying to tell me you're not fucking Victoria? Because I saw the way you were kissing her."

Gabi never knows when to keep her mouth shut, so of course she says, "Mostly she's fucking me."

*

mikekevin13.txt (m/k college au)

Mike grins lazily at Kevin. "Not all love poetry has to be roses and moonlight." He tips his chin up at Kevin. "What's your favorite love poem?"

Kevin glances at William. "It's not one from class. 'Among the Multitude' by Walt Whitman."

Mike's grin turns to amusement that makes Kevin unsure if Mike is laughing at him. "Whitman," he repeats.

*

mikebill1.txt (Mike/William d/s fic)

"I'm really mad at you," Bill says, stuttering his way through it.

"The great thing about this," Mike tells him, "is that now you get to hit me."

Bill shakes his head. "If I hit you now, I'll hurt you. Just go somewhere I'm not. Go read or go outside until I tell you you can come back."

*

tommike2.txt (girl!Mike high school AU)

Mike knows Tom Conrad from around school and shows and stuff. He's kind of hot. She'd consider hooking up with him, except he and Bill have some kind of dude conflict thing going on and she's not getting anywhere near that.

*

tomsean3.txt (babyfic)

"Only Sean," Ryan says, "would name a kid Eurydice."

"Well he wasn't going to name her Orpheus." Tom smiles across the yard at Sean and the baby.

Sean grins back at him and settles Eurydice on his hip. By the time he makes it across the yard, he has a beer in his other hand, and he keeps touching the cold bottle against her hand to make her shriek and then reach for it when he takes it away.

*

tomsean5.txt (girl!Tom/werewolf!Sean)

The next time Danielle speaks, Sean can hear the echo of the smaller space of Tom's closet. "There's this guy at work. I think you'd like him."

"I don't need you to set me up."

"Well," Danielle says briskly, "you need to get laid."

The hair along Sean's spine stands up, and he has to fight the urge to growl, to howl down the moon.

*

natemikey2.txt

You could have told me about the picture, Nate texts Mikey.

Two hours later, when Mikey hasn't texted him back, he sends, You should come over.

That gets him a response: Bad idea. I'm stuck with this but can keep you out of it.

I don't want out of it. Come here or I'll come there.

*

chrissteve7.txt (the space AU)

He wasn't Chris's usual kind of guy. Chris's usual guy was skinny, pretty, the party boy type. This guy wasn't pretty. His oval-shaped face could've belonged to any of the workers on the Orbit. His hair fell in rough waves to his shoulders. His loose shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, showing off an array of necklaces that were as bountiful as the bracelets on his wrists. And he was a little meatier and softer than Chris's usual hookups. But there was something about the uncomplicated way he smiled at Chris that kept Chris from pushing him away.

*

The rest of these don't have their own files (yet); they're either still in my email or
in a document called, and I swear this is its real name, "Snippets and Such."


Andy/Matt, crossdressing

"Hold your fucking horses," he yells down the stairs. He has to take them more carefully than he usually would, and he knows when he's visible from downstairs by the wolf whistle he gets.

"Damn, Hurley. Even I think you're hot right now."

Andy flips Stu off while Matt hits him in the arm. "That's my girl you're talking about."

No matter how much trouble it is to fucking shave and deal with twisting his hair up and putting on makeup and shit, it's always worth it for the way Matt looks at him.

*

Brendon/Spencer, possibly eventual kidfic (this is Bronx, not their kid)

He wakes up sometime later when Brendon crawls into bed with him.

"I was cold," Brendon mutters.

"I left you a blanket."

"I was lonely." Brendon curls up with his knees, elbows, and nose all pressing into Spencer's back and falls asleep again.

He must not close the door behind him or someone else opens it because Spencer wakes up again with thirty pounds of toddler crawling over him with total disregard for the fleshy parts of his body.

*

Tom/Sean, Tom owns a collar

"Yeah," Tom says. He takes it from Sean, runs it through his hands. He unbuckles it and has to lean down to fasten it around Sean's neck.

Sean brings his hand up but stops short from touching it. It seemed okay when it was just a thing in his hands, but now it's Tom's, in a way it wasn't before, and he doesn't think he should touch without permission.

*

Nate/Victoria d/s where Victoria's the sub

"Your turn, Victoria," Gabe says. "I've bet you've done some kinky shit. Whips and chains kind of stuff."

"Cuffs," she answers, totally deadpan, "and just one whip."

"Did you like it?" Gabe asks, like he thinks she's only playing along.

"I liked the cuffs and the Saint Andrew's Cross, but not the whip. I like my pain a little duller."

Gabe laughs and says, "Sure you did," but when Victoria cuts her eyes over to Nate, he's looking at her speculatively.