HI, I'M SICK.

[ladyfoxxx]

So I spent the day curled up on the couch with my doona (duvet or comforter to you foreigners) and trying not to cough. My body has SUCH a sick sense of humour to be doing this NOW.

But the good news is! I have a bebunny! She's crashing here tonight, then tomorrow we're setting off with xclusiveantonym for Manchester where we'll meet up with dancinbutterfly and krisipanics to see those crazy Chimerical Romances again. And again on Saturday in Nottingham with dancinbutterfly because I am INSANE.

So, body, no time to get SICK now! OKAY? I am taking ALL the vitamin C.

In the meantime - have a meme!

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Feel free to ask about anything and I'll tell you the premise or paste you a tidbit for any of these.

bathroomjerkoffporn
bert
bobflashtelepathy
bobfrank
movieAUbobryan
desertradiopirates
gsf
guynextdoor
hardcandy2
hookerfrank
howitworks2
houseparties_coda
it stopped being a good idea pretty much straight away
jailbait
mcr-misfits
moshpitsex
post-sol-facebook
postTYVsplitfic
ppm
sceneslutmikey
sexisonfire
skeebsgerard
skeleton2
sleepysex
wwbb

Okay, so my filenames aren't all that descriptive, I am wavering as to whether to note the pairings too, or at least the verses since a bunch of them appear to be sequels. Let me know if there's any that sound interesting.

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[ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com]

YES. DOONA! This business of calling it a duvet sounds way too posh.

Well I gave Zada both, so you get the gsf - which was my first ever attempt at GSF with MCR boys (at least one other one up there is a gsf) but I kind of petered out on it. It was the one where I wanted to step it up from a tour bus circle jerk to an actual boypile, but I got stuck on it and haven't really poked it since.

Well Frank's never been one to ignore the elephant in the room.

"Fuck this." He mutters and starts unbuckling his belt.

Suddenly all eyes are on Frank and Ray's looking kind of panicked.

"Woah - what? Frank what are you doing?" Ray's got one splayed hand hovering in front of him trying to block his view of Frank's lower half.

Frank looks at him like he's slow. "I have a boner."

"What? So? What are you just... gonna...?" Ray can't finish the sentence, but he does make a jerking motion with his hand, which pretty much says it all. It also means his hand is no longer blocking Frank's lower half from his view. When Ray realises this he grimaces and shakes and flattens it back to a block again.

"Jesus Ray, it's a dick. We all have one." Frank isn't stopping, he's unbuckled now and reaching for his zip. This action sends Ray's panic level into the stratosphere.

"Frank, fuck! I don't want to watch." In addition to his hovering hand, Ray's turning his head sideways.

"Then don't look." Frank's got his fly open and he pops the button on his jeans. He's wearing briefs underneath, which tent with his arousal as gravity pulls his opened jeans lower. His hand flutters down by his hip like he wants to just shove it in his pants but something's holding him back. He glances around the room, checking in with the rest of his bandmates, eyebrows raised in a pleading expression. "This does not have to be like, you know, a big deal."


Porn should ensue from there. SHOULD. If I ever get unstuck.