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THIS IS NOT REAL. If you get this comment, they’re just trying to get you to delete your fic.

1) I would have gotten some kind of email from Ao3 if this was true

2) this comment is formatted to be perfect to tack onto any fic they choose

3) ALSO why on earth would Ao3 get rid of entire fandoms off the site? Even if they WERE inactive? Who knows if others will be ‘late’ to the fandom and want some fic to read. Who knows if someone wants to come back to their 6 year old account only to find most of their fics deleted.

I’m lucky to be a reasonable adult who has seen tricks like these who also had a very kind person comment their own doubts.

Please let your Ao3 friends know <3

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stop asking “is this good?” and start asking “did it cause emotional damage?” that’s how you know.

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it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT

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it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT

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"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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Im sorry but it is so funny how people outside of tumblr view us. Like why are the tiktokers treating tumblr like some professional ass website you need to do extensive prep before you begin posting on. And the follower farming advice is so fucking funny to me when this is the website where people actively hate getting new followers

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Direction – Thirty-Five | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)

Summary: Hunt and Montmartre talk. The inevitable happens.

Words: 1200+

Notes: Sorry this is kind of short, but I really had to post this before I start hating it again... also, I just know you guys are going to hate the ever-loving shit out of me lol

❥ Previous Chapter: Thirty-Four

❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist

Thomas was not afraid of Montmartre per sé, but he would have rather been anywhere else than locked in this room with the man right now. “I’ve got nothing to say to you.”

“Don’t you now?” Montmartre said, glancing at the suitcase Thomas had almost finished packing. He hadn’t brought a lot to begin with, and he’d only unpacked the things that needed to be protected from wrinkles. “Then why does it look like you’re leaving? You’ve still got scenes to shoot before you return to America.”

Thomas crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You know very well why I am leaving. Your deal is essentially void, and there is nothing keeping me here anymore.”

“Not even your little pet?” Montmartre asked, the smile on his lips vicious. “She can’t just walk off like that. She can try, but there’s a hefty sum to pay if she breaks her contract.”

Thomas huffed. For one, he hated that Viktor called her that, but what he hated even more was that he was trying to use it against him. Still, he also knew that Danielle wouldn’t be paying Montmartre a dime. She had a way out and, either way, Thomas truly didn’t think this film would ever be made. Not by Montmartre, in any case. It was rather unlikely he would find another director after this mess – after the world heard that Thomas Hunt had walked off the project, even if his name likely carried less weight after this scandal– unless he could get Phelps back. But Phelps, too, had an ego, and Thomas doubted that he would return after being fired, no matter how indebted he may have been to Viktor. Technically, Thomas held all the cards here, he realised.

However, he was not going to let Montmartre know that he knew this just yet. Instead, he opted for the exact response people probably expected from him. “Oh, please. She got herself into this, and I couldn’t care less about how this ends for her. That kiss means nothing if it destroys my career and reputation.”

“So, what, you’re just leaving her here?” Viktor asked, an eyebrow raised. “Or is she in the other room, packing her things just like you, knowing exactly how much what you’re trying to tell me isn’t true?”

Thomas huffed. “Listen, you and I both know that you can’t make me stay here. So just say what you want to say and get out.” He turned away from Viktor and resumed packing his suitcase. “Or don’t. Frankly, I do not care. I will leave with or without listening to your villain’s monologue.”

“Don’t you want to know something, too? There must be a question burning at the tip of your tongue,” Viktor said, sounding very much like the villain Thomas had accused him of being. Unfortunately, he was also right, but by the sound of it, Thomas figured, he would answer the question whether he asked it or not. “Why, oh why, would I release anything I had on you two before you complete your end of the bargain? Why wouldn’t I wait just a little longer? I wonder…”

Thomas let out an exasperated sigh. “Are we almost done here? I don’t want to miss my flight.”

“Really, releasing that video didn’t do me any favours, either. I’m down a director and in quite the pickle. I wonder who had the most to gain from this…” Viktor mused.

He was right again. It didn’t make sense for him to release any of this, but who could he possibly be talking about? No one could want this. No one he knew, anyway. Just then, a terrifying thought entered his mind. What if Danielle had listened to the advice of her team? What if she’d simply got closer to him only to get solid proof instead of the somewhat vague images she had?

But Thomas refused to entertain the thought any further. Danielle was many things, but an evil mastermind? A few weeks, or even days, ago, he could have believed it. But not anymore. She was a good actress, but even she couldn’t have fooled him like that.

“Did you get it yet or do I need to spell it out for you?” Viktor asked.

Thomas closed his suitcase and turned back to him. “It doesn’t matter who did this. Our agreement is done, and I am leaving. Now, if you would please get out of my way.”

Danielle was surprised to find Thomas’ door locked. She thought maybe he’d wanted some time to himself, and she was just about to leave when she heard him speak. “Oh, please.”

So he wasn’t alone. Or he was making a phone call that he didn’t want anyone to interrupt. Either way, Danielle was curious, and so she put her ear to the door. She wished she hadn’t.

“I couldn’t care less about how this ends for her. That kiss means nothing if it destroys my career and reputation.”

Danielle flinched and pulled back from the door. It was as if something had stung her. No, that wasn’t quite right. This didn’t feel like an insect’s small stinger piercing her skin. This felt like a dagger right through her heart. Why would he say this?

Her first instinct was not to believe it. He was lying, he had to be. He couldn’t have possibly been so sweet and caring and affectionate before, just to turn around and say something like this. But the truth of the matter was, Danielle could believe he meant it. Of course, Thomas Hunt couldn’t ever love someone who had destroyed his career. That was, after all, his first love.

And so she did what she did best – she ran. She was glad to have taken her suitcase with her when she went to see Hunt because that meant she could get the hell out of there right now. She ran out of the cabin and to the car parked out front. She didn’t bother putting her things in the trunk and rather pulled her suitcase on the seat next to hers, then told the driver to take her to the airport.

“Just you? Wasn’t I supposed to wait for the others?”

“Change of plans,” she said, trying her best to keep the tears from falling. “It’s just me right now.”

The driver nodded, and they were off. It wasn’t until she was on the plane all by herself that she finally let go. The tears kept coming, then, as she wondered if she should have stayed and waited for an explanation. She never found out if someone else had been in there with Hunt or if he’d said it to someone on the phone, but she realised it didn’t matter.

Hunt had told her he didn’t want to deny it all anymore, so why would he? With everyone having seen their kiss now, there was no use doing so, anyhow. Unless, of course, that was how he really felt. Still, Danielle wanted to believe these words had been a lie, anyway.

He’d sounded so genuine when the two of them had spoken earlier... but he had fooled her. She had fallen head over heels for this goddamn man, making her blind to his deceptions. Fucking Hunt.

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not dead, just stuck in real life and unable to escape into the world of fanfic

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Currently writing the next chapter of Direction and, oh boy, this shit hurts.

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Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

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Direction – Thirty-Four | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)

Summary: Everyone's got to get together and find a solution to this problem...

Words: 1300+

Notes: We are getting really close to the end of this, believe it or not. The original plan (from almost two years ago now) was actually to write only one more chapter after this, but I believe I want to add onto that a little bit. I did take some time to finally write up the ending part, too, so I don't get too side-tracked lol. Also, I got too excited about this and didn't take a lot of time to proof-read. Oops.

❥ Previous Chapter: Thirty-Three ❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist

“Actually,” he said, shaking his head, “I think we need to find a way to publicise this that doesn’t ruin either of our careers.”

That was an impossible task, of course, but as soon as Thomas had spoken the words, he knew he wanted nothing more in the world than to be by Danielle’s side not only in the privacy of their own homes, but also in the eyes of the public. If he had told himself he wanted it for Danielle’s sake only, that would have been a lie. His reasons were selfish first and foremost because he didn’t want to watch from the sidelines when she walked the red carpets of the world, he didn’t want to be seated on the other end of the room when they attended industry events together, and he sure as hell didn’t just want to sit in the audience and clap when she inevitably won her first Audrey. No, he wanted to stand up and kiss her when she returned from the stage, and that was exactly what he would do, because there was no way he could ever pretend he was only a former professor of hers. He’d never been just that. And she’d never been just a student. Not even the student. She was Danielle Allen, and even though he’d never admitted to himself, she’d always had him wrapped around her finger because she was simply her.

“But… how?” Danielle asked quietly, ripping him right from his thoughts. “Don’t get me wrong, I want that more than anything, but I don’t see a way to make it happen.”

Thomas sighed, knowing full well she was right. He knew himself that this wouldn’t be easy but, for all the reasons he’d listed before, he had no choice. “Let’s get back to the cabin and regroup. I think we need to get your—we need to get Winters involved, and anyone else who could be helpful.”

The whole world had seen the kiss now, anyway, so why would he keep this a secret from those closest to Danielle? After all, she trusted them, and if she did, Thomas would have to trust them, too.

When they returned to the cabin, walking at a somewhat safe distance from each other, there were a million thoughts running through Danielle’s mind. She’d thought it was all over, but Hunt had said something she’d never thought possible. He didn’t want to bury this – he wanted her, publicly. Unfortunately, she knew that wasn’t going to be easy, but they had to try, right?

Back in the living room, Chris and Zoe were already waiting for them. “Sorry, I had to tell her.”

“Yeah, and I honestly think you should have told me,” Zoe said, clearly not very amused. “Dani, you know I’m always down to help, and so is Desi, by the way.”

Hunt grimaced. “Desirée Stone knows?”

“Don’t worry, she’s on our side,” Danielle said, turning to him. At least she hoped so, but she had no reason to believe otherwise. “Besides, we could use all the help we can get.”

Chris chimed in again, then, “And especially your agent’s, Dani. I think we should get Ethan out here to—”

“No,” Hunt interrupted, shaking his head. “No one else is coming out here. And we’re not staying.”

Everyone turned to him in shock. What did he mean, they weren’t staying? Danielle asked, puzzled, “But what about the movie? What about—”

“Montmartre broke his word. Yes, he still has more, but I am no longer in any way obligated to be a part of this project.”

Danielle looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Did you forget that everyone else here is bound by a contract? We can’t just leave so easily.”

It wasn’t quite true – Ethan had said he could get Danielle out of her contract, but she was not about to leave her friends behind. She’d meant it when she’d told him it wasn’t just about Hunt.

Hunt laughed, then, shaking his head. “Not to discredit any of you, but I am the director, and this film is not getting made without one. If you want to stay here, Danielle, be my guest. But I will be leaving, and I would love it if you came with me so we can take care of this mess together.”

With that, he walked towards the stairs, probably ready to pack and get the hell out of here. Danielle shrugged at the other two. Hunt was right, and Montmartre would call them back to L.A. as soon as he heard that Hunt was gone, anyway. So they all went upstairs to pack their things. Unsurprisingly, Chris kept asking Danielle all kinds of questions about the situation with Montmartre and Hunt while they were putting their things back into their respective suitcases. Danielle did her best to answer them truthfully – there was not much of a point in lying now, was there?

Until that one question came that she had been dreading. “He said Viktor has got more on you, right? Like, pictures from when you were at Hollywood U?”

“Yes,” Danielle said with a sigh. “Look, it really isn’t—”

Chris cut her off. “You know I’m no longer… I mean, we talked about this, but�� there really was nothing going on between you two then? Nothing ever happened?”

Danielle swallowed hard. She could have easily just said no and it wouldn’t have been a lie. But it wouldn’t have been the truth, either. She put the final piece of clothing into her bag, then closed the zipper and turned back to Chris. “Nothing like what you are probably thinking of, but you know it has always been… tricky with him.”

“Did you ever have feelings for him?” he asked.

Wow, that was an even worse question. “Beyond how much I hated him, at times? No, not that I thought I did, but in retrospect, I may have. But does it matter? He never did. My relationship to Hunt was nothing beyond what you thought it was, I swear.”

“Good. You’re one of my best friends, Dani, and I do know you would never hurt me on purpose, but this whole thing is bigger than just you and him,” he said slowly. “I don’t only want to know these things for my peace of mind, but also because I would hate to be caught off-guard when asked about you. And you know they still do. They always ask about us when we’re working together.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Danielle said, almost laughing. Then, she sighed again. “Look, I’m not keeping any secrets from you, okay? You’ll be the first – well, realistically, second or third, but you know what I mean – to know about what we’re going to do and say to the public, all right?”

Chris nodded. “All right. Now, go on, I know you’re just dying to talk to him again. I’ll meet you at the airport, yes?”

“Thanks. Seriously,” she said, then hugged him. “You really are a good friend, you know that?”

Thomas felt relieved when he’d heard the others come upstairs as well, but he was nervous. He had talked a big game downstairs, but he was not the biggest player in it by any means. Despite feeling absolutely justified in his decision to leave after Montmartre had, not so surprisingly, broken his word, he knew that the bastard still had all the power. What bothered him even more, however, was not knowing why Montmartre had done this. He, too, must have known that Thomas would walk away the second any of this got out. Why would he have gone to such lengths to hire him only to risk losing him almost right away? The film was nowhere near done and, just as he had said, it was not going to be made anytime soon without a director. It just didn’t make any sense.

His train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door, and Thomas didn’t have to guess who it was. “Come on in,” he said, expecting to see Danielle when he turned around, but that wasn’t who was walking through the door.

“We need to have a little chat,” the very man he’d just been wondering about said. Viktor Montmartre turned back around and locked the door. “Without your little pet, preferably.”

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Direction – Thirty-Three | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)

Summary: Danielle and Hunt have a talk about the... situation.

Words: 700+

Notes: Y'all, I cannot believe I never posted this on here?! It's been on Ao3 for almost two years but I completely forgot to post it here. Anyway, this isn't technically new content, but I'll be finishing this story soon. Currently working on the next chapter. This one's also super short for some reason.

❥ Previous Chapter: Thirty-Two ❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist

Danielle and Hunt decided it was better to have their conversation away from the rest of the crew. After all, they really couldn’t be sure no one would get into the cabin and eavesdrop on them somehow. In fact, now that they were thinking about it, they wouldn’t have put it past Montmartre to bug their rooms. So they went on a walk through the Scottish countryside together, which might have been romantic had it not been for their current circumstances.

“So…” Hunt began when they were out of earshot and sure nobody was following them. “My publicist told me your people wanted to have me cancelled by the internet.”

Danielle rolled her eyes. Of course, whoever his publicist had spoken to – she was almost certain it would have been Ethan – would say that. It was true, after all. Everyone had told her she should just cut her losses and release the material herself. Worst case scenario was that some people wouldn’t take her seriously for a few years, and that she might be called some names, but, realistically, she would have been just fine. But not Hunt. And as much as she had hated him at the time, she’d never wanted to ruin him like that. Still – she would have had every reason to. “Really shouldn’t surprise you.”

“It didn’t,” he admitted. “I was more surprised that you didn’t listen.”

Now, that stung. Did he really think so little of her? “Hunt, you know damn well that I would not do that to you.” She sighed. “It’s irrelevant now, anyway, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so.” Hunt looked down. “I must apologise for pushing you away, but Priya—”

“Don’t worry about it, I get it. This must be your worst nightmare. I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to see my face again after this film is done.”

Hunt stopped walking then and put a hand on her shoulder to make her stop, too. She turned towards him, afraid of what he would say next. Would he tell her he couldn’t bear to work with her at all? That the next weeks would be torture and that he’d rather drown himself than spend another second with her?

“Danielle,” he said softly, and she knew she had worried for no reason. “That’s the last thing I want.”

She was close now, and Thomas leaned in even closer. Her lips were barely an inch away from his, and all he wanted was to kiss her again. Every fibre in his body screamed at him to just do it, but he knew he couldn’t. Not now, not with everything on the line. Not with—

Suddenly, her lips were on his, and all coherent thoughts disappeared from his mind. He had no idea why he would ever deny himself this, and he wrapped his arms around Danielle, pulling her closer. She was warm and soft and wonderful and Thomas did not want to stop, but they had to, eventually. Danielle smiled at him, but there was a deep sadness behind that smile, and Thomas felt it, too. They both knew there were ways to deal with the headlines and the rumours. If Viktor never released the photos he still had, this could go away.

And, yet, looking at her now, Thomas was sure of one thing: He didn’t want this for her. Separately seated at any event they’d attend, stolen glances when no one was paying attention, kisses behind closed doors – or somewhere in the Scottish Highlands all by themselves, whispered conversations for fear they could be overheard… Danielle deserved better than that. She deserved better than him.

“Don’t even think about it,” Danielle said, her expression changing from sadness to irritation.

“Think about what?” Thomas asked, wondering if she could read his mind.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I know that look of yours. You’re overthinking. About to tell me this can’t happen, that we’ve got to keep our distance or whatever.”

He wasn’t. Truly. Every ounce of rationality in his body told him that would have been what was right, but that wasn’t how he felt. And, equally as important, that wasn’t how she felt, and Thomas knew that. He was sure of it.

“Actually,” he said, shaking his head, “I think we need to find a way to publicise this that doesn’t ruin either of our careers.”

Once again, it has been so long, so please let me know if you don't wish to be on this tag list anymore! Also, since I'm on a new computer, I don't have my lists of who wanted to be tagged for what anymore, so feel free to remind me if you wanted to be tagged for all Hunt, only HWU or RCD Hunt respectively, or only this story specifically.

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‘with all due respect’ is a wonderful expression because it doesn’t actually specify how much respect is due. could be none

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I always remember you for writing that time Hunt told Rachel that she was irrelevant to him. Man, that h u r t! Plus your Hunt characterization is always so good!!

Omg thank you so much, that means a lot!

Also, yeah, I know I'm the one who wrote it, but that (along with a few other scenes from the Rachel Fields x Hunt universe) live in my head rent-free 😂

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Anyone still active in the simping for Professor Thomas Hunt side of the HWU/Choices fandom? Just wondering... for no particular reason... 👀

So, anyway, I am once again re-reading my fics and totally not at all getting inspired to continue any of them...

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OBVIOUSLY, YES! I've got a HWU-shaped hole in my heart lol so I'd be down to participate

Do you think you'll host an event to remember/honor HWU/HSS since it's been almost a year of them being gone? 🥲

I would happily do so if any one wanted to participate. I hosted a celebration week for them last year when the games were still live and it wasn't super popular.

But if even one or two people wanted to participate I'd do it! But maybe a weekend or a couple days instead of a week?

Thoughts??? (Y/N?) When? How long? Anything specific? I'm open to anything!

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↑ Depiction of me inflicting some more suffering on these two with every chapter I write haha

They'll get through this... with HWU-levels of insane tomfoolery, of course 😂

Also, thanks for reblogging <3 And I'm glad there are still some Hunt stans out there...

Direction – Thirty-Two | Hunt x HWU MC (Danielle)

Summary: After finding out that footage of their kiss is all over the internet, Danielle and Thomas see for themselves what damage has been done. Separately.

Words: 1100+

❥ Previous Chapter: Thirty-One ❥ Moodyvalentine’s Masterlist

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