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Still being super unproductive. Did have a good day on Saturday at Martinsville, despite the headaches and the fact it was super cold and windy and the Bass Pro team didn't win. With the storm rolling in today and that-time-of-the-month also rolling in, my headache last night and today has been epic. Also, my dad and I finished the bedroom downstairs last week, and even though it was decided that Tim would take that room until he found a new place of his own, he didn't go get his bed this weekend like he planned on, so I'm still stuck trying to be polite and not keep the TV/light/my laptop on at night since he has to be up at the crack of dawn for work and we're sharing the living room. Dammit.

In happier news, or the real reason for this post, is that the stories for the Spring Fling Exchange at we_pimpin were posted yesterday. I probably should have rationed them out, but really, what better way to spend a Sunday recovering from an exhausting day of sun and socializing than by overdosing on Ray-fic? Here's the link to the Master Post but here are my favorites: (no authors, obviously, because author reveal isn't until next week)

When I See Tomorrow (I See You There)
Brad/Ray || NC17 || 
5000
 words
When people ask how they met, Brad usually says that Ray followed him home one day, like a demented puppy, and refused to leave.


Sunshine and Springtime
Brad/Ray; Nate/Ray || NC-17 || ~ 9,000 words
The long con of Nathaniel Fick.

You Call This Archaeology?
Brad/Ray || R, for all those creative expletives || 9779 words
Indiana Jones!Au. It’s one thing to talk about consulting with someone, but Brad’s not going to be responsible for keeping some wet-behind-the-ears pup in one piece.

72 Hours Libo

Brad/Ray || NC-17
 || ~4,800
 words
A weekend away from base doesn’t go quite as Brad and Ray expect.

Let the Engines Roar
Ray/Brad || PG-13 || 8,936 words
"You realize we don't do bikes, right? Like, yours is a beauty and I'd fucking love to make an exception, dude, but we're an auto repair shop." He starts walking inside to where Walt is manning the front, because hanging around by the Ducati is just awkward. He'd worry about being rude, except Ray kind of gave that up as a lost cause when he was fourteen. (Fast & Furious AU)

The places we've never been (but were always bound to end up)
Ray/Brad || R || 24,500 words
Brad’s been gone for two years, stopped talking to Ray at least a year before that. Fuck, they haven’t even been friends in almost five years. There doesn’t get to be a lazy, easy friendship between them anymore. Ray just wishes Brad had gotten the memo. warnings: adult language, adult situations, domesticity

Comments

[schlicky.livejournal.com]

Yaaaaaaay, fics! *runs around in circles*

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

THEY ARE ALL SO GOOD! *happy dance*