March puts us back on the horse, boys and girls ( Read more... )

Sometime between the third week of their relationship and the fourth week, Mirek's things start migrating to Brooklyn. He still spends most of his time in Manhattan--he has to, of course, he has a business to run, plants to tend to, family to check up on--but there's a particular point that Gideon notices that Mirek stops acting like a guest and ( Read more... )

Mirek is sick, part two. Most of this is SO AWFUL, but I forced myself to finish it. BEDTIME FOR KAITLYN ( Read more... )

This is part of halfway_nano. Or will be, eventually. I'm going to try and segue back into it once 14valentines is over because I promised I would and I'm determined to finish it. To be honest, the entire thing seems incredibly daunting to me on my own, which is ridiculous, I know, but with the security of someone to keep me in check gone... I dunno. I'm nervous ( Read more... )

I kind of forgot I made this journal in the rush to get everything done for 14valentines. Once that's over, I'll try and get things in order again and start posting in this journal every day as I intended, instead of just writing off-line.

Here's something for now, though, because quackerscooper had a point when she mentioned how miserable Mirek is in the five years ( Read more... )

My body clock is so fucked up (read: I have switched to a grown-up sleep schedule and cannot keep my eyes open past midnight.). I'll finish this when I'm not exhausted ( Read more... )

Unfinished. Was originally going to be the "cell phone plan switching" story, but the beginning got carried away with itself ( Read more... )

It's the fact that Liam remembers the sound of his arm breaking that makes him call his shrink ( Read more... )

They've been together for just over ten months and it's been fabulous. Really, truly fabulous. Mirek is thirty-six and this is the longest he's ever been with a person and he has no idea what his hang-ups were because this... god, he could get used to ( Read more... )

Mirek has a list of things he hates. It's probably in a box somewhere, buried with dozens of other lists, crumpled and shoved in with the inventory of everything that was in his backpack when he got stuck in the subway on September 11th and the meals that Valentine cooked the first two weeks he broke both his ankles. It's in one of the boxes of ( Read more... )