#rawnsyf

Rules: Look through your work and share something you're genuinely proud of. This can be from something already shared or a WIP, and can be writing, art, media, or anything else, of any size. Then tag as many people as you like to do the same. Take some time to enjoy and be proud of your own creativity today!! ✨️

I have approximately 9 billion WIPs right now so I will share a few if you don’t mind :) also tagged by the ever-lovely @junosjukebox who if you aren’t reading their work you are MISSING OUT!!!

1) (Soft Place to Land)

“Huh?” George looks back at Oscar, trying not to get blown over by how beautiful he looks standing there, glowing golden in the warm rays of sunshine that seem to be shining directly on him like a heavenly spotlight. His mouth goes dry. He hasn’t wanted anyone this bad in years — maybe ever, honestly. So just his luck that this man is his fucking boss.

Oscar’s mouth is moving, but George doesn’t hear a word of it. Kimi is talking too now, toddler babble directly into his ear that goes right out the other side.

George’s skin feels wrong, all hot and itchy. His brain is moving too fast, tripping over itself trying to make sense of the seemingly infinite ways his life had changed irreparably over the past 24 hours alone, writing and rewriting itself into his skin, moving too fast for him to keep up.

2) (as of yet untitled Shailinin fic)

His head falls forward, forehead resting on Misha’s shoulder as an involuntary whine slips out.

Misha’s hand shifts, moving to card through his blonde curls with a soft reverence that sends shockwaves down his spine. “What’s wrong, Ilyushka?” He murmurs, hardly more than an exhale right beside Ilia’s ear, hand still scratching gently at his scalp.

“You make me feel so—“ he pauses, tongue-tied. He feels so much. Every nerve, every cell, screaming and singing and tugging him towards the Qazaq like a gravitational pull. Misha is the sun and Ilia is just a satellite caught in his orbit.

“So…?” Misha encourages, his other hand wrapping around Ilia’s waist, palm flat and fingers splayed on the small of his back.

“So much. Like I’m drowning and you’re the only thing filling my lungs. And it fucking burns and it might kill me but I love it too much to come up for air.”

The hand in his hair pauses. “Is that… a good thing?” He asks slowly, nudging his nose against the crown of Ilia’s head until Ilia looks up at him.

Ilia blinks a few times, languid and slow. “I don’t know,” he says honestly. “It’s a lot. It scares me sometimes. But I don’t want to stop.”

3) (RAWNSYF)

Sasha leaned back, crossing her arms. “Have you considered, oh, I don’t know, talking to her about your concerns?”

“I’m not good at that.”

“Well get good at it, or she’s gonna find someone else who actually communicates.”

Picking up her coffee again, Anetra let out a long sigh as she stared forlornly into the half empty mug. “Fine. I’ll try. What do I even say, though?”

“I say this with all the love in the world for you,” Sasha paused, making sure Anetra was looking at her. “If you can’t figure out what to say to her yourself, you aren’t ready to be in a relationship.”

Anetra blinked owlishly. “Relationship? We aren’t — I mean, that is to say—“ she paused, fidgeting with her hands. “I’d love to be in a relationship with Marcia. I like her so much it hurts. But she’s not ready for that.”

“Has she told you that?”

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-Anetra listens to Mitski, her favorite album is Lush and Real Men as her favorite song

-Marcia is a fan of Adventure Time, and it was the pathway of her going crazy for musicals

-Luxx regularly sends Stan Twitter memes to Marcia and the others

-Anetra has GODLY BEAUTIFUL cursive handwriting skills, but when she tries to write "normally", It's all wonky. Probably a force of habit.

-Marcia's guily pleasure is manga - I feel like she would like Yotsuba and chiikawa due to their cute and heartwarming stories

-Anetra relates to Asuka from Evangelion A LOT. probably due to her having a complicated relationship with her mother, forcing a tough facade, not wanting to bother anyone, and she hates herself for doing something that won't affect someone that much (adding to the tough facade)

-Marcia had an emo phase. trust in me guys

-Anetra lowk wants a wolfcut

-Marcia lowk thinks wolfcuts are hot

-Marcia found Anetra's playlist on spotify and now she's a mitski fan too, and often thinks about the episode where marceline sings "Francis Forever".

-Marcia sings francis forever in the shower when Anetra is still asleep in the morning

anetra and marcia from Running Away Will Never Set You Free by @sexynetra 💖💖

I’ve started giving my editor ultimatums to try and get this fic posted by the start of November LMAOOOO

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Her blood turned to ice as a memory of curly brown hair and a hand resting on Anetra’s tanned bicep flashed into her brain. Even then, in the audition room, she had known the girl was interested in Anetra. She just hadn’t realized that Anetra would reciprocate. The thought had her stomach roiling. If that was Anetra’s type, Marcia might as well throw herself out the window into midday traffic.

This chapter is getting so long you guys 😭

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Marcia froze as the door creaked open, an old wooden thing that probably hadn’t been oiled since before Marcia was out of diapers.

She knew before she saw anything. She knew she would see that mess of red hair, those wide brown eyes that betrayed so many thoughts Anetra tried to keep inside. Those perfect pink lips that—

Marcia blinked hard, trying to steady herself as she locked eyes with her roommate, whose attempts at slinking in unnoticed had gone about as bad as humanly possible. With a loud gulp and a tightened grip on her script, Marcia started again.

“You know what that means, don’t you?” She couldn’t tear her eyes off of Anetra even if she wanted to. There could be a hurricane outside. An alien abduction going on three people to the left. Barbra Streisand could come waltzing in. Marcia’s gaze was fixed. “My baby’s in a panic,” she breathed out, more an exhale of breath than an actual line read. Not that she cared.

I know I haven’t been posting anything and I haven’t updated rawnsyf in almost a year 😭 But I didn’t die, I crystallized and now I’m a glamazon bitch ready for the runway (and Rawnsyf is still being written i swear)

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Her jaw worked slowly as she mulled over Marcia’s response before she gave her a curt nod. “Right. Should have caught the bluff immediately. You’re like… the straightest person at this school.”