#raes wips

[sri-rachaa]

a william wip <33

[I procrastinate on drawing hands :,)]

[raerodart]

What’s that saying the shippers say? “i’m so normal about them”?

[wndaswife]

wrote milf wanda a little too soft… changing the plot of the future smut scenes to accommodate this… milf wanda in this fic is accidentally sort of awkward and nervous ab liking a younger girl

[mrmagnetwgd]

Rae fanart because they’re pretty and I got to choose any of @heyhay13’s characters for this portrait (I love Theo, I do but Ender-hybrids are just 👌)

[hazelnutnebula]

guy fights OVERSIZED BUGS in spanish castle with a single raid can (SURVIVDED) (???)

[raedear]

I'm just getting more upset as the day goes on. Like yeah obviously it was always a possibility but it was equally so also a possibility that they would just release it! It was schrodinger's queer figure skating movie!

[blu-raes]

moiste

[illyrianbitch]

i fear im in my au era and im not sorry abt it cause i just put out my detective!az au, and i got a summer az au and a modern fake dating rhys one

[dangerpronebuddie]

🫵

Some doppelganger fic for you Rae <3:

Ethan keys his radio with a fond smile. "Eduardo, you get lost?"  No answer.  "Noches, you better answer me," Ethan says. Still nothing. Buck's heart rate kicks up as Ethan keys his radio again. "Eds, a sign of life would be great right about now." "Found another patient," Eduardo finally says. "We're on our way out now." As soon as the words leave his mouth, an explosion blows the windows out of the top floor… where they last saw Eduardo. 

Make Me Write!

[runraerun]

WIP Word Game

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thank you for the tag @stervrucht & @wheneverfeasible 💜💜 I got the words STIM & SPICE but I’m gonna go with SPICE solely because it’s a longer word and I’m greedy and I wanna share more.

S

Steve knows about Eddie’s scars, obviously. Hell, he’d helped change the bandages on them a couple of times before he got most of his mobility back. But even though they’re not weeping and bright red anymore, they’re still not exactly fun to look at.

P

“Pupils. Right.” He swallows, and Eddie’s eyes dart down to watch the way Steve’s adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He’s always liked that. Distinctly male. It makes Eddie’s mouth go a little dry.

I

Instead, he’s going to get to fight. And not just with anyone; he’s going to get to fight Steve Harrington. It’s leagues beyond just having some humdrum sex with a random chick. It doesn’t even fucking compare!

C

Christ, Steve is cute, especially in the soft, still sort of dark morning haze. Like every hour is Steve’s golden hour. Gods fucking favorite. Whenever the angels or whoever the fuck was cooking Steve up, they took a little extra time on things like symmetry and perfecting jawlines. And his lips—fuck, they looked soft. And like, lollipop red. They did a really good job on his lips.

E

Especially now, when he looks over at Max and her frail little bird bones, her feet hanging over the edge of the couch, too short to even reach the ground… Trusting him implicitly. Billy can’t imagine hitting her—can’t imagine himself ever being that small, and his dad looking over at him and reaching a different conclusion.

No pressure tags: @dame-zoom-a-lot @shieldofiron @dragonflylady77 @weird-an @callieb @suometar

Your word, should you choose to participate, is: KINGS 👑👑

[bigfootsmom]

He may be an alpha but he’s a subby bottom 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Nostrils flaring, Buck inhales deeply, moaning when the scent of fresh slick reaches him. Pink lips part around a gasp, Buck’s mouth dropping open like he can catch the taste of Eddie on his tongue. Fuck, he probably can. The whole room stinks of their combined arousal, their scents so irrecoverably intertwined Eddie can’t tell where his starts and Buck’s begins. It’s all just the musk of sex and the salt of sweat and something so uniquely them it makes Eddie want to burrow into the scent and purr in delight. If Buck’s hazy eyes and slack expression is anything to go by, he’s feeling the same way. He looks positively drunk off of it as his tongue darts out, shiny and wet, as he inhales again. 

Dropping Buck’s thigh, Eddie grinds ruthlessly forward as he blankets Buck with his body, unable to help himself as he burrows his face in the crook of his neck, pressing wet kisses to his thundering pulse point and licking over it just to feel it jump against his tongue. The vibrations of Buck’s whine pass through Eddie’s lips, leaving behind a tingling warmth that makes his cock jump inside of Buck and more slick drip down his thighs.   God, Buck always makes him get so fucking wet. He presses his thighs together as he leans back, feeling the slick slide of his skin rubbing together as a pulse of arousal shoots through his core, making him clench around nothing. Fuck— maybe he’ll actually let Buck knot him this time.

<3 <3 <3

[sri-rachaa]

hi my redacted followers i know i was like “oh no more redacted!” but william has made camp in my brain so uhm.

…have a wip-

[raerodart]

Every time I get into a new hyperfixation, I love to play dress up with the characters

Or maybe it’s something more I have in mind 👀

(Bonus alt outfits I had beforehand)

[welcometololaland]

summarise your wips badly game! thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes @inexplicablymine @indestructibleheart @orchidscript and @cha-melodius

i don't know if there's a point to this for me, aside from making fun of myself, but here are my active wips summarised very poorly:

neighbourhood disputes and speeding fines result in deep self introspection and also hot sex (tarlos).

two abandoned men in a foreign country decide to unabandon themselves by hitching their metaphorical wagons to each other (firstprince).

workplace enemies accidentally orchestrate their own redundancies and fall in love (hangster).

college students are made to angst over each other by third college student's incredibly misguided method of meeting the parents (tarlos).

man finds himself the beneficiary of copious amounts of tiktok products (tarlos).

husbands find themselves on a boujee ski trip in aspen with everyone they hate (tarlos).

a case of mistaken identity leads to an HR nightmare (tarlos, co-write with @rmd-writes)* can't talk about this one because it's literally IMPOSSIBLE to give spoilers without giving away the plot.

EDIT FOR CEE: american man desperately wants to believe his mysterious crush has a red room and will stop at nothing to manifest it (firstprince).

you can send me an ask if you want (i think that's the point of this game??) or you can just laugh at my really bad attempts at describing things. also, i'm free all day today so maybe if you wanna bully me i can attempt to write some snippets if anyone is interested :)

please consider this an OPEN TAG because i'm not sure if this has breached rwrb containment and i'd love to see some lone star people do this.

will tag a couple of people who might be interested but not too many bc i've already annoyed all of you so much this past week @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @liminalmemories21 @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @nancygillianmvp @alrightbuckaroo @sznofthesticks @theghostofashton @hippolotamus @bonheur-cafe @never-blooms and @celeritas2997 BECAUSE!!!!! I KNOW!!!!

[spencerbegins]

some smoker will for you on this fine miwip wendesday

[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!"