Fandom: Justified Title: Been a moonshiner for many a year Characters: Raylan Givens/Winona Hawkins Warnings: Spoilers for S2 Author’s notes: Under the cut
Yes. Hon, did you already get my a Christmas present? Because can you return it and get my that instead?
God, this is so terrible. I just reread some of it and had to stop at the CRINGE. Writing while subbing. I should...never do that. AUGH. Not that I have more success when I'm NOT working. Huh. Something to think about.
Okay let's just forget the whole part where I think this exactly encapsulates the way Raylan feels about her and I love the dialogue and the thing where he asks he if she drank after their divorce and she says, "Not to celebrate" is genius.
We'll forget that.
Even if this did suck (which it 100% does not), you're writing the fic. WHICH IS MORE THAN WE CAN SAY FOR ME.
So, you > me. And pretty much everyone else, THE END.
You can skip my Nancy/Elliot one entirely baby. I just prompted you with that, originally, in the spirit of stretching our comfort zones. Now that it's not August anymore, and the due dates are coming every other day, or every day, sometimes, please just write the things you want to. :)
I love that icon. It makes me think...did you really? Like you're walking around the house calling my name and I'm in another state and just... the image makes me giggle no matter.
Thanks for liking the "not to celebrate" line. That's the only dialogue I actually could hear in my head in this whole fic. LOL.
Oh oh oh, what are you doing to my heart, ladycakes? Ahhhh, I love this. And them. And just -- aaiieee, you are so good. SO GOOD. I hope you know that.
Because here's the thing: You write these two with so much weight and history between them, it's palpable and gorgeous and tangled and messy, and straight-up perfect.
And your details. I love 'em all. And especially that Raylan checks the sink once he's done shaving, making sure it's clean. (Oh my god. I grew up with two older brothers, plus my dad -- if there's one thing that sends me to the stratosphere of ridic rage, it's beard hairs peppering the sink and vanity. Urgh.) Anyhow, the fact that Raylan's in that mindset, making sure the place is as clean as it can be for Winona? Just. Ahhhh, my heartstrings, they are plucked.
Also, because I cannot say this enough: Thank you for writing Justified fic. You are so a revelation and you don't even know it, bebe!
Thank you for reading this! And taking the time to comment as well.
I feel so WEIRD AND BLIND trying to write these two, so it's definitely a brain-strengthening exercise.
Hahaha. I'm glad you liked the neat sink. I feel like Raylan doesn't normally care but he cares a lot about Winona and... well. He'd just want it to be nice for her?
I just get thinking about Raylan in his jeans and it makes me want to write someone unzipping them. Winona works. He could do it himself too. I'm not picky.
Thanks so much for being such a receptive and ...enthusiastic reader. Means a lot.
So apparently what happens when I don't make official lists is that I think I left a comment about something (and I sort of did, but not a real comment) and then in my brain that stands in for the real thing. WHAT ME?
I know you were all weird about this one, but just. I don't know why. Because I love so many things about it. I will tell you those things:
Raylan shaving. Can I watch? Touch? Do things I won't even go into on your el jay? HOT He wants to make things nice for her, even though you do such a great job of showing that he's not quite clear on what it is they're doing. There are multiple doors, and you might not have meant that metaphorically but I'm gonna take it that way anyway and proclaim you a genius. He thinks about what coat she's wearing. She brings him whiskey. “What are we toastin’?" he asks, taking the sip he figures he’s gonna need. I can hear his voice
( ... )
He just LOVES her. So my feelings for HER can be easily tossed aside, because i care more about Raylan getting what he wants, even though, let's be real, he's done his fare share of dumb things.
But! You're too sweet to point out all these things that you liked when you know I had a particularly bad confidence crisis on this one. (It's not my FAULT, beebs, you and C were simultaneously writing them and that gives a girl crises!)
But the doors weren't really ...symbolic until I decided they could be and put that line in during the sex. So. Intentional and unintentional, both at the same time. Word.
Don't you just love the way he just... wants her, and he doesn't really make a secret of it, and she's scared he's gonna be all the same as before, but things have changed and... Oh god. His FACE when she tells him she's pregnant.
Blah blah blah. Guess I'm rambly, too.
Thanks so much for coming back and being all supportively specific. It means a lot to me that this made you smile. :)
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Reading about Raylan and aftershave and whiskey and jeans and belts and whispers . . .
when S is playing My Sims Agents and N is asking me about his social studies homework.
Still. LADY WOOD, I HAVE IT.
Ahem. This is just the lady wood placeholder for the real comment.
eta: ZOMG, I just saw your tag. Raylan in my pants. That is SO MUCH a better game than books or movies in my pants. Just sayin'.
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Yes. Hon, did you already get my a Christmas present? Because can you return it and get my that instead?
God, this is so terrible. I just reread some of it and had to stop at the CRINGE. Writing while subbing. I should...never do that. AUGH. Not that I have more success when I'm NOT working. Huh. Something to think about.
I love the phrase lady wood. I just...do.
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We'll forget that.
Even if this did suck (which it 100% does not), you're writing the fic. WHICH IS MORE THAN WE CAN SAY FOR ME.
So, you > me. And pretty much everyone else, THE END.
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You can skip my Nancy/Elliot one entirely baby. I just prompted you with that, originally, in the spirit of stretching our comfort zones. Now that it's not August anymore, and the due dates are coming every other day, or every day, sometimes, please just write the things you want to. :)
I love that icon. It makes me think...did you really? Like you're walking around the house calling my name and I'm in another state and just... the image makes me giggle no matter.
Thanks for liking the "not to celebrate" line. That's the only dialogue I actually could hear in my head in this whole fic. LOL.
ILU
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Because here's the thing: You write these two with so much weight and history between them, it's palpable and gorgeous and tangled and messy, and straight-up perfect.
And your details. I love 'em all. And especially that Raylan checks the sink once he's done shaving, making sure it's clean. (Oh my god. I grew up with two older brothers, plus my dad -- if there's one thing that sends me to the stratosphere of ridic rage, it's beard hairs peppering the sink and vanity. Urgh.) Anyhow, the fact that Raylan's in that mindset, making sure the place is as clean as it can be for Winona? Just. Ahhhh, my heartstrings, they are plucked.
Also, because I cannot say this enough: Thank you for writing Justified fic. You are so a revelation and you don't even know it, bebe!
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Thank you for reading this! And taking the time to comment as well.
I feel so WEIRD AND BLIND trying to write these two, so it's definitely a brain-strengthening exercise.
Hahaha. I'm glad you liked the neat sink. I feel like Raylan doesn't normally care but he cares a lot about Winona and... well. He'd just want it to be nice for her?
I just get thinking about Raylan in his jeans and it makes me want to write someone unzipping them. Winona works. He could do it himself too. I'm not picky.
Thanks so much for being such a receptive and ...enthusiastic reader. Means a lot.
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I know you were all weird about this one, but just. I don't know why. Because I love so many things about it. I will tell you those things:
Raylan shaving. Can I watch? Touch? Do things I won't even go into on your el jay? HOT
He wants to make things nice for her, even though you do such a great job of showing that he's not quite clear on what it is they're doing.
There are multiple doors, and you might not have meant that metaphorically but I'm gonna take it that way anyway and proclaim you a genius.
He thinks about what coat she's wearing.
She brings him whiskey.
“What are we toastin’?" he asks, taking the sip he figures he’s gonna need. I can hear his voice ( ... )
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But! You're too sweet to point out all these things that you liked when you know I had a particularly bad confidence crisis on this one. (It's not my FAULT, beebs, you and C were simultaneously writing them and that gives a girl crises!)
But the doors weren't really ...symbolic until I decided they could be and put that line in during the sex. So. Intentional and unintentional, both at the same time. Word.
Don't you just love the way he just... wants her, and he doesn't really make a secret of it, and she's scared he's gonna be all the same as before, but things have changed and... Oh god. His FACE when she tells him she's pregnant.
Blah blah blah. Guess I'm rambly, too.
Thanks so much for coming back and being all supportively specific. It means a lot to me that this made you smile. :)
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