#rae snippets

[raewritesf1]

Anyways here’s a snippet of calls and cats pt2 because what was supposed to just be a second chapter is somehow ballooning into more than one chapter:

[littleraeofsunshineda]

I've done it I've started the Hangster has words they're crazy rough and they're in th3 middle somewhere and they make no sense because they'll need an earlier scene but WELL there's a Billy Joel pun and canon-typical serenading so idk what to tell you.

Sneak under the cut.

There's the rough, jerking screech as the jukebox cuts out, amd as Hangman swallows through the cloying warm dregs of his beer the notes of the piano (mostly in tune, but mostly's close enough for this crowd) strike up something softer. The notes lilt a little, tripping under the player's hands, like something he'd learned recently - or a long time ago.

Coyote bumps his arm and tips his head, frowning a frown that makes Jake feel he knows way too much. Hangman doesn't want to follow, meandering over to where Rooster is playing a memory one handed in a ring of admirers, but leaving would be as good as a fold and he can't fold to Rooster - so he walks, and doesn't think.

They join the knot of uniforms, uncharacteristically hushed as Rooster croons away, eyes on his hands playing less familiar chords. Fanboy is mouthing the words to himself already, unaware that Payback is making a mocking copy behind his right ear, to sniggers from Echo. Coyote doesnt stop in the ring, but pushes right up until he's leaning next to Harvard on the back of the piano, across from Phoenix and her hand on Rooster's shoulder. Hangman sets his empty glass down on the piano next to Coyote's, feeling unsteady. The group laughs as Rooster fumbles theatrically, farcing through "...I'm not really sure how it goes..." and he sees Rooster notice his presence just in time to meet his eyes "...when I wore a younger man's clothes..."

The contact is a fraction of a second, but the alcohol is thundering through Jake with a vengeance, looking at a dusting of red across Bradley's ears, upturned as his gaze drills into the keys. Jake looks anywhere else. Coyote's beer has been abandoned. Probably. He conscripts it, for something to do with his hands.

There's something twisting in his chest, as Bradley croons away, backed by the belting of the whole crowd now, getting in on those "la-di-dah-di-dahs". The top of the piano is sticky where his palm rests. He feels the tune bang through from Bradley's fingertips through the wood and into his veins, wonders if Bradley can feel him too. Joins in the chorus and is treated to a blinding grin under the moustache, tipped up towards him like the sun.

So he goes easy then, laughs easy-like when Bradley raises his eyebrows suggestively at the two of them, dropping his voice to outrageous effect: "And Paul is a real estate novelist, who "never had time" for a wife... and he's talking to Javy, who's still in the Navy--" -- a round of raucous bellows as Rooster winks at Coyote and the whole bar belts out the finish -- "and probably will be for life!"

[practically-an-x-man]

💜 for archaegis?

Thank you so much!! I love these two <3

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

How about a pre-Fight Night kiss back in the early days of their relationship?

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He wasn't sure where he found the courage.

They'd shared a few kisses, here and there, but it was all so... prepared. The end of a date out, a brief kiss goodnight as he walked her back to her flat, perfectly expected and typical behavior. Not much outside that. Yet.

It was about the only normal thing about his life, and part of him wanted it to stay that way. It was nice to leave his worries at the door, shove aside the fear that he wouldn't make it to the end of the week, and spend a gentle evening with the woman he found himself quickly falling for. It was nice to pretend he didn't have to fight for his life.

But he couldn't stop her from coming to the fights... and he wasn't sure he wanted to do that either. He wanted to keep those worlds separate, and yet having her there gave him something to fight for. He didn't want her to see that side of him, and yet it was how they'd met. He wanted to keep her away for fear of the higher-ups using their relationship as leverage against him, and yet he couldn't bear to brush her aside. It was a strange sort of paradox, and he hadn't found a way to resolve it.

And one night... that changed.

Rae found him in the alleyway behind the warehouse, as she so often did. Warren had to give her credit for that much - no matter how many fights she witnessed, how many time she'd watched him risk his life, she still came to see him off before the next one.

"Stay safe, okay?" she told him, after pulling him into a quick, tight hug. He tried to memorize every detail of it. Any of these fights might be his last, and he wanted something to hold on to if it was.

He thought he heard her voice waver, just the slightest bit, with that first statement. But by the time she pulled back from the embrace, she seemed to have steadied herself.

"Meet you after the fight." Rae said. It sounded like a promise. It was a promise he wanted desperately to keep.

Before he could psych himself out of it, before he could worry about letting those walls between normalcy and desperation crumble, Warren ducked in and kissed her.

If this would be the night he finally went out, at least he'd end on a high note.

[pinchedlittlefox]

Rae never had a chance to have a family or a daughter, but...

Fate sets her upon a different path.

And here she is looking after a damaged five/six year old while she tries to keep Brendol's treachery at bay.

[kagrenacs]

Read Gender Failure by Ivan Coyote and Rae Spoon, absolutely fantastic

[loveyouanyway]

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They're at the library, re-shelving books. Bobby loves to use them to do things he doesn't want to. Eddie rather not help, but Buck wants to and Eddie pathetically wants to spend as much time as he can with him. Buck starts ranting via his text to speech app about a character he hates from a stupid reality TV show they've been watching together and Eddie listens with a pathetically fond look on his face.

(no im totally not sharing things i've already written, why would you think that?)

[toopunkrockforshul]

Snippet Sunday!

From something BCU related, I haven't decided yet if it will be its own fic or part of bootfic or what.

Mr. Dart thinking about him and Jemis's relationship and how that effects his choices regarding other relationships

On some level, I had always known that Jemis and I were… special. Bonded or fated or meant to be, if you believed in that kind of thing (I had always believed in that kind of thing more than Jemis. Maybe I had needed to.) I was certain that would never change, even more so after all we had been through since our return from university. Since I had lost him and had him returned through the grace of the Lady and that power of mine that I had so feared in the past. Since he had sworn fealty, not just in the privacy of a dream but in front of a witness as well.

All this to say, that at this point, I had enough faith in the strength, the significance of our relationship, to trust that he would be willing to seriously consider anything I had to say. It was not a responsibility that I would take lightly. He had pledged to follow, and I, in turn, to lead, and I would do all that I could to not lead him astray.

I have also always known the value—and the vulnerability—in secrets. The fear that comes with keeping them. The desire to be able to control how other’s see you, the necessity of it, the importance of being able to chose who truly knows you and when.

I have known Roald Ragnor almost as long as I have known Jemis. Our friendship was… well, very many things, mutable in a way that my friendship with Jemis was not. Which was not to say that I could not trust Roald, that I couldn’t rely on Roald. He was, despite whatever else he may have appeared to be, a good and loyal friend. I was glad to have had his company, though it was often grating at the time, when Jemis had been gone. I was glad that they were friends again. That we all were friends again.

I also knew the ways in which Roald and I were alike. I knew—or at times, suspected, as keeping secrets was one of those things that we shared—that we were afraid of the same things, even if the reasons may have differed. I knew that if he was not telling Jemis something, then it was for—what he at least considered—a good reason.

[bigfootsmom]

MOLLY MY BELOVED WHY DOES EDDIE CALL BUCK BABY GIRL 👀👀👀👀👀👀

eddie calls buck babygirl cause buck is wearing pretty pink lingerie for him <3 also eddie fucks him in front of a mirror <3

“Oh, I like them.” A shiver zips up Buck’s spine, Eddie’s hot breath curling around his ear. “Go try them on for me, baby.” Buck stands there for a beat, pulse kicking in his throat before he realizes what Eddie is asking.  “Yeah, okay,” Buck breathes out on a shaky exhale, heat blooming behind his navel as Eddie releases him.  The delicate lace feels cool to the touch when Buck gathers up the lingerie from the bed — the fabric nearly slipping between his fingers like water. His stomach flips, excitement simmering in his veins as his cock twitches — already interested.

[pepprs]

it’s always a cool but bittersweet feeling when a musician i love goes viral and gets super popular lol. im so happy and proud for them but i also know it’ll never be the same again 🥲

[sri-rachaa]

angel wings

[suspendedinbush]

7-up

thank you for the tag @rollercoasterwords <33

rules: post 7 (or more) lines of a wip you've been working on. here's a bit more than 7 lines of an unnamed something that's hopefully short and not very sweet :-)

‘Be careful what you wish for’ was a maxim Remus had never paid much attention to. Even as a child he'd never wished with the expectation of receiving, his only experience had been with bargaining, deals with the devil—this is what I’ll sacrifice to avoid a certain suffering, spare me spare me spare me and I’ll pay with all I have.  Somehow, even without wishing, he had fallen into the trap of getting everything you wanted and far more than you could handle. Consequences be damned you can have him, now what will you do with him? The answer was to suffer. Suffer a passion that turned your nerves inside out, blinded and burned you, whipped your heart into a frenzy and left it broken, beaten and driven to exhaustion like a racehorse at the end of the track. Suffer intimacy, affection and kindness that you hadn’t even known existed, that left you weeping after making love to a man the first time you finished inside him and realised what it was to share yourself with someone you had actually longed to touch. Suffer all this and know that it’s not really yours, not to keep, only on the off days, late nights and if you’re lucky for a weekend, only in the shadows, behind closed doors and back alleys, only as long as your wife doesn’t find out.

no pressure tags! @pomegranate-pill @marxismlupinism @steelycunt @dykefever @serethereal @pancakehouse @writteninverses

[raewritesf1]

tagged by @kylekirkwoods

The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

He had made a noise that, apparently, sounded close enough to agreement since he could vaguely remember Lando cheering in the background, and now here he was with an apartment full of strangers and a growing headache.

Not even five days later, George had again found himself tangled in expensive sheets, the heavy warmth of a familiar body pinning him down, calloused fingers digging bruises into his waist, Max's teeth scraping over the skin of his throat. 

tagging: @midwestgp @crimsonicarus @landoom and anyone else who would like to participate!

[commonpeople-fic]

ok, so...I know you promised that you're still working on this story that despite myself I am still obsessed with... and I know we won't get a new chapter until it's complete and perfect, but.... how about a tiny preview, like just a few paragraphes, to keep the dream alive?? :D If you don't want to, I understand and no pressure. I will wait until you feel it's ready! xxx

Dear anon!

You are wonderful, thank you so much for still carrying a torch for this story :) It's been a while since I could devote any brain power to writing, or the time for writing as a hobby, when I needed to write for pay (and you guys know I hate writing, so that was too much writing...).

HOWEVER, from time to time me and @madfatty my lovely beta and friend, had been sporadically working on it. We were making real progress... and then I decided to re-work an entire plot point, so now there's even more writing to do 😐

I guess what I'm saying is - as always - it's coming, only very slowly. And yes, dearest anon, as per your request, here's a small part of the next chapter. Note that it's not fully beta-ed! so all mistakes are mine alone. Oh, and you don't get much of anything really interesting (I know what your guys are really interested in wink wink). But hey.

I hope this helps to restore your faith in me... and thank you for asking! 💖💖💖 Shiri AKA Witchstuff

Excerpt from Common People, chapter 9

... Forty minutes later, Rae is feeling a whole lot better. She’s still got tremors in her hands, she can still feel the choking tears in her aching throat, but when you go through a magical door into an alternate universe made of light and noise and people and excited expectation, other shit tends to fade into the background. 

Rae’s never felt anything like it before. Every fantasy she’s ever had about attending a big concert to watch proper musicians that she loves, has paled in comparison with the feeling of actually standing in the venue, in the middle of the enormous lobby crowded with people who are just as excited as she is. She’s trying to take it all in, her eyes are gobbling it all up, to remember every moment, every sound.

On the one hand, she’s never been anywhere that’s more her in all her life. The noise, the excitement, the fans practically climbing out of their skin from sheer anticipation; that is exactly how she should spend her life. Band T-shirts and the occasional snippet of excited music-related conversation made her feel she’s finally in her element; these are  her people.

On the other hand,it’s all absolutely terrifying. Rae feels uniquely exposed, as if they all can see how clueless she is. As if they all know each other, but she’s a stranger at the party and they can all tell that it’s her first time and that she’s a total poseur who just doesn’t belong.

She’d spent twenty minutes with her back to a wall, as befitting a wallflower who suddenly found herself at the cool kids’ party unprepared. She wants to go exploring, check out the merchandise booth, piled high with Stone Roses garments calling her name. She wants to make eye contact with some of the fans and maybe get into a conversation about her favorite topic. But she just has to hold the wall up, can’t just step away from it, she’s holding her personal sky from falling.

Clasping her hands in a futile attempt to get rid of the tremors, she takes a big breath and shuts her eyes, frantically trying to remind herself this is the best night of her life. They don’t know you, she repeats inwardly, they don’t know you’re not like them. She’s still trying to convince her feet to move, her body to fake confidence and walk to the merch booth, when her ears catch a bit of the conversation taking place not too far from her. “- shouldn’t have worn these dumb clothes. I should’ve put on my own shirt, like that cool girl. Look at her, she’s fucking boss”. “You look hot, though!”, says another girl, sounding apologetic. Her friend’s not having it. Her voice rises in frustration. “I look dumb and I’ve got high heels on, for fuck sake. Is the cool girl wearing high heels? No. She’s got converse on and she looks fucking perfect…” The drive-by convo moves past Rae and now she sees the pretty, leggy blond girl in a hot-pink mini dress throwing adoring looks back her way. Rae almost turns to look for the “cool girl” in question when she realizes in shock, they’re looking right at her. At Rae.

For a few seconds more, she continues to stare blindly at the spot where both girls (proper girls, girly girls, Chloe-type girls, what her mum wants her to be type-girls), had disappeared into the crowd. 

They were literally talking about her.

Rae smiles and goes exploring. 

+++

She stands in front of the merch booth and she’s close to tears again, this time in frustration at how unfair life is. Every fucking thing on that table is so bloody expensive, Rae would need to go home, get a job, work for a month and come back, and even then she could probably only afford like a key chain or something. She checks out every product anyway, trying to console herself that the designs aren’t that great, that there isn’t that much variety, that she prefers underground stuff made by fans, not corporations… she can almost believe it. 

A bored looking sales girl asks if she can help her. Rae pretends that she’s interested in purchasing a T-shirt. And then, it happens. Of all the things that could go wrong, and really, the way this night is going, it could be anything, the one thing she never expected, was that she’d be standing by the merch table, with an impatient sales girl suggesting loudly that she get a Men’s XXL, because “They don’t make women’s shirts in your size”, and that would be the moment she runs into Finn fucking-everywhere Nelson.

[monsterrae1]

trick or treat!! 🥰💗

I shouldn’t even answer this, you already got a treat today🙄

More stranded au since I know that’s what you’re here for

Buck wasn’t sure when he passed out. One minute he was watching his team mates panicking, the flight attendant yelling at them to sit down and put their oxygen masks in, then she had been catapulted off the plane as they collided against something, the entire wall gone, the flight attendant gone, half of his team gone. Dead. Falling from the sky at who knows how many miles per hour but Buck knew that they weren’t going to survive the fall.

He looked behind him, three seats behind him, where a pair of panicked brown eyes were already looking at him. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Eddie mouthing “I love you”.

Trick or treat into my bag of wips 🎃🖤

[consulaaris]

zori aviriq • warrior of the steppe

… She plants a kiss on her yol’s feathered head, runs a hand down that fierce beak— and for the first time is overcome with the enormity of what lies before her.

[ice-sculptures]

rae your elmax fic sounds SO CUTE so far!!! i am absolutely obsessed but also. i am back for another one: i've been a lot of lonely places !!!

hi again spencer my beloved!!!! thank you for being so unbelievably sweet and supportive of me 😭

i posted a bit about i've been a lot of lonely places here, but one of the things i'd love to talk about a bit more is the anger and resentment aspect of the fic. as of current canon, two of el's strongest relationships are with will and max. will is her brother - their bond is not of this world, siblings not by circumstance but by choice - you know what i mean. and max is her best friend in the entire world, and el would move heaven and earth and mountains to save her. hell, el's love for max was strong enough to revive her from the brink of death and restart her heart!!

but this wasn't always the case, and though i adore both willel and elmax, i really want to explore the messy 'before' time period, when both will and max were dealing with these less-than-perfect feelings. will obviously does not really believe el is stupid, but judging by his comment in s3 i do think that there was some level of resentment building up towards el post-snowball, and i know that he was very upset about not feeling like he was a priority to mike anymore. and of course, max was being iced out by both mike and el, so there is that common element of feeling like they don't belong within that group. i want to write will seeing what max is going through with mike and el, and trying to reassure her and maybe also himself that this is just temporary and that things will get better and go back to normal.

i've actually only written 1k words for this fic, so there isn't that much out on paper yet, but i'm gonna share this snippet just for you :)

sweet will dealing with so much and feeling so hurt but also Knowing that he cannot blame the brave, kind girl who risked her life over and over for him....my heart aches just thinking about this 🥺