#the words ‘covid au’ is so fucking crazy to me

[coldblooded-angel]

COVID AU where Art and Tashi are forced to quarantine when the city wide lockdowns prevent them from traveling. They find a motel that would let them rent the room for as long as they need to. Thankfully, Lily is with her grandma and they’re both safe.

I want forced proximity. I want Tashi going stir crazy not having anything to do. I want Art still attempting to keep in shape until one day he’s too lazy to workout or get up out of bed. I want Art and Tashi forced to actually talk about anything other than tennis.

COVID AU where Patrick gets trapped in the lockdown. He knows he can’t stay in his car forever so he goes to the nearest motel and uses his emergency credit card to rent a room.

One day, he decides to use the amenities. He knows the motel has a pool and he’s not surprised to see other guests already there. He knows he should stay 6 feet apart. Except he recognizes that blunt short bob and that mop of blonde curls.

Yeah, Patrick Zweig just casually quarantining with the Donaldsons. It’s definitely gonna turn out fine.

(Blame @lovethelittlerthings for implanting this in my brain 😵‍💫😵‍💫)

[chiriwritesstuff]

The New Girl in Tinseltown - Chapter 2 - Devil's Advocate

A Dieter Bravo x Actress! Reader PR Marriage AU

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Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Chapter Summary: A look into Dieter's point of view at the night of our fated trip to Vegas. How does America's favorite Bad Boy™ end up married to America's New Sweetheart™?

Chapter Warnings and Tags: (Not So) meet cute, PR Relationships, what happens in Vegas ends up in the headlines, Dieter just does not give a FUCK, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, a look at the inner workings of Tinseltown and the sleaziness it comes with, Dry Humping, A hell of a lot of dirty banter, is that yearning?, mentions of devious deeds by sleazy people in show business, our loverboy makes a 'Pride and Prejudice reference, SLOW BURN WE DONT KNOW IT, this is unhinged, no use of y/n, No beta we die like men!

Word Count: 8K (whoops!)

A/N: I know, I know, I KNOW. I promised the release of this chapter weeks ago, but I got struck by the not-covid-but-felt-like-covid virus and managed to get myself into the biggest writing slump. I really do apologize for that, and I want to give a big thank you to everyone who stuck around and showed and shared love and support for the first chapter and this series! I can confidently say that the writing slump has finally passed, and we can finally get this crazy show on the road...

An (almost) year before that night in Vegas.

“Dieter, I'm expecting you to be on your best behavior tonight."

Dieter scowls at his publicist while his groomer diligently applies yet another round of pomade in an attempt to tame his unruly curls. "Define best behavior."

"They're about to launch a new girl into the circuit, some unknown that the studio thinks will become the next girl next door," his publicist responds, tapping away at his MacBook. "She's a genuinely sweet thing, all doe-eyed and untouched by the suits. Apparently, she's so sweet that Feldman-"

“Let me guess,” Dieter deadpans, "Feldman wants to fuck her," he rolls his eyes at that, slightly curious at the prospect of fresh blood. "Why am I not surprised?"

"That's not the best part," his publicist quips, his eyes locking with Dieter's over the rim of his laptop. "The studio wants to protect their asset, so much so that they hired-"

"No fucking way, they hired the Shark for this broad? What? Does she have beer-flavored nipples or something?" Dieter exclaims, his curiosity piqued. "Is she really that sweet?"

His publicist's mouth quirks into a small smirk. "The sweetest, most fucking forbidden fruit, my friend. So sweet that the Shark doesn't want you within ten feet of his client."

"Oh yeah?" Dieter replies, his eyes raised.

"Hell yeah. He tried to corner me earlier, warning me to keep my client's - and I quote - Dirty fucking paws off of his Doll-"

"Doll, huh? I bet I could tap that," Dieter challenges, his chest puffed out.

Dieter's publicist chuckles to himself, shaking his head. "Dieter, I know you believe you're God's gift to the masses, but trust me, this Doll? She's a bit out of your league."

Dieter leans back in his chair, a sly grin forming on his face. "Out of my league, huh? That just makes it more interesting. The thrill of the chase, my friend."

His publicist raises an eyebrow, skeptical. "Dieter, I've seen you chase plenty, but this Doll is different. She's not like the others. There's an innocence about her that even your charm might struggle to crack."

Dieter smirks, undeterred. "Well, we'll see about that. The forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest, doesn't it?"

The publicist lets out a resigned sigh. "Just remember, Dieter, not every fruit is meant to be plucked."

"What is this event even for?" Dieter counters, appraising himself as his stylist smooths the fabric of his suit, a deep emerald green number with a crisp obsidian button-down. He pouts at the mirror, glancing at his publicist and his agent behind him. "It's not the Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards again, is it?"

"Why? So you could be caught doing blow off a toilet bowl seat like last year? I'm still doing damage control for that, you know," his agent deadpans. "You're in luck; it's the MTV Movie Awards-"

"... and this is Doll's debut, huh? Is she up for an award or something?"

"Several, actually. Surprisingly, her last film gained quite the following-"

"... let me guess, it's some rom-com," Dieter interjects, a hint of disinterest in his tone. "What are the categories?"

"Three, to be exact." His agent smirks into his cognac. "Best Female Lead, Female Breakout Star, and Best Kiss-"

"Best Kiss? Seriously?" Dieter retorts incredulously, his eyes widening. "What's the name of her movie? I might need to see it for myself-"

"Dieter, level with me. Are you gonna keep your dirty fucking paws off of the Shark's asset?" his publicist sighs, giving him a stern look. "As much as I want to shove my foot up his fucking ass, I don't have the energy to have him breathing down my back the entire fucking night-" he looks off into Dieter's direction, who is currently on your Wikipedia page. He frowns. "Dieter, do you hear me?"

"What?" Dieter snaps, slamming his phone onto his seat.

"Can you manage to be on your best behavior tonight? Stay clear of-"

"No. I mean, sure, fine, whatever-" Dieter interrupts, his tone dismissive.

"Dieter-"

"I heard you! I promise to stay away from her, but the real question is, are you able to keep her away from me?" He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

The (not-so meet cute) at the MTV Movie Awards.

"Dieter!" you shout, hastily making your way toward him, clearly a few drinks in. "Surprised to see you here!" you shout excitedly, a little wobble in your step as you approach him. 

You adorn a sleek silver gown, your hair elegantly swept to one side, and your radiant face contrasting vividly with the venue's intense lights. Dieter finds himself momentarily breathless as he gazes at you, captivated by your ethereal presence, akin to an angel descending into the depths of hell. "Fuck me," he murmurs under his breath as you draw near, the collar around his neck suddenly feeling constrictive as he nervously swallows. "What the hell? I never get nervous around women," he mutters to himself, his eyes tracing the entirety of your figure. His pants grow notably tighter, his attention fixated on the hypnotic sway of your hips.

He greets you with a nervous smile as you come face to face, tenderly planting a kiss on your cheek. His eyes close momentarily as he savors your delicate scent, a sensation that electrifies his chest and courses through his veins, prompting his hands to instinctively caress the back of your head as he subtly tries to capture another whiff. A subtle sense of pride swells within him as he notices the blush unexpectedly blooming across your skin, its warmth cascading down your cleavage.

Forbidden fucking fruit indeed. 

"Doll," he attempts to say smoothly, a hint of nervousness lacing his voice. "I've heard so much about you. Congrats on your wins tonight; they're truly well-deserved!"

"Really?" you suddenly squeal, and Dieter feels like he could get lost in your energy. It's pure, sweet, and so inherently innocent—the childlike wonder of being thrust into the limelight, untarnished by the sleazy underbelly of Hollywood. He can't help but internally frown, foreseeing the inevitable vultures in suits trying to get a piece of you. Their insatiable hunger for new, sweet flesh is something he knows all too well.

"Well, yeah, Doll, you killed it, as expected. Winning tonight and sweeping all your nominations was a given," he muses, casually leaning against his chair. As he leans towards you, a subconscious desire prompts him to take another whiff of your perfume, desperately trying to commit its essence to memory amid the haze of his coke-induced high. He can't resist burying his nose in your hair, eyes closing as he takes you in once more. 

"Dieter-" you question his sudden boldness, a nervous chuckle escaping you. 

"I'm sorry, baby-" he moans into your neck, his hands traveling down the length of your back. "You must tell me what the name of your perfume is, its divine-"

"Oh," you laugh as Dieter pulls you into him tighter, groaning as his hands travel dangerously close down your hips. "It's 'Missing Person' by-"

"Doll," a voice emerges from behind the two of you, accompanied by a stern clearing of someone's throat. Dieter's expression darkens as he recognizes the owner of the voice, but not before planting one final teasing kiss against your throat. With a smirk playing on his lips, he straightens up and turns to confront the perpetually annoyed yet annoyingly handsome face of the man Hollywood dubs 'The Shark'- also known as the most ruthless of publicists in all of Tinseltown, protecting his clients with an iron fist so strong no one ever thinks of crossing him.

Unless they wanted a cease and desist letter shoved so far up their assholes... without any fucking lube.   

Dieter gets it, though. If he were in his shoes and he had a client like you? All sweet and pure with the face of an angel but a body curated by the Devil himself?

Well, he would fuck your brains out and make you forget your name first, but that's beside the point. The point is, he gets it, he really fucking does.  

"Well well well," Dieter croons as he holds his hand up towards your publicist. "It's been a long time, Shark. Tell me, did you have to call ahead to make sure that some poor bloke's mangled testicles made it onto your plate for tonight, or did you rip someone's balls off fresh on-site?" he snarks with the raise of his eyebrow, shaking his head as your publicist stares at his outstretched hand in greeting. Dieter scoffs as he retreats his hand, placing it on his hip.  

"Bravo," Your publicist grits through clenched teeth as he tries to appear as unbothered as possible. "Aren't you a little old to be here tonight? The rumors aren't true, you know. Fucking girls close to half your age doesn't keep you young, but I suppose it makes sense, considering a woman your age would know better-"

"Shark, I won't tolerate you talking like that in the presence of an actual earth-bound angel. Just because she's young doesn't mean she doesn't know right from wrong-" Dieter retorts, flashing you a smoldering smile. "... you know how to handle yourself, don't you, Doll? You don't need some uptight prick telling you what you can and cannot do, right?" he winks, a slight puff to his chest.

You visibly shiver at his cheeky insinuation, nodding. "Right," you breathe, taking a hasty gulp of your champagne. "I'm 29 years old, I don't need you defending my 'honor' like I'm some virginal maiden-"

"Well, when my client has far too many drinks in her and doesn't understand the kind of man she's in the presence of-"

"The Devil, right?" Dieter exclaims, pointing to himself. "A no-good washed-up actor who fucks anything with two legs while high off my rocker, who just so happens to be good at what I do with the Oscar in my shitter to prove it? Don't you think she knows all of this? My bare ass isn't on the front page of TMZ weekly because I'm a nobody, baby."

"Oh my god, Dieter," you gush, clapping your hands together. "I loved you in-"

"Doll," your publicist interrupts, a firm hand on your shoulder. "You have that meeting with Favreau at the Beverley Hills in 30 minutes. As much as we would love to stay and chat... we have our jobs to get to, right Doll?" your publicist says to you sweetly, his hand grazing your arm. He clears his throat, nodding at Dieter. "Bravo, it was stimulating, as always," he deadpans with a hint of finality, pulling on your elbow like a lost puppy on a leash. Dieter swallows as he witnesses your light dimming from your face, a small frown on your face as you try to remain cordial, a fake smile etched on your face.  

"It was nice meeting you, Dieter," you almost whisper, pulling him into one last hug. "... maybe we'll just run into each other again soon?" You quickly whisper in his ear, and the thought of the two of you meeting up in secret thrills him to no end. His dick certainly twitches at the prospect. 

Dieter takes one last whiff of your scent, his eyes closing as he wills the time to stand still, not wanting to lose the warmth radiating from your aura. He presses one last kiss on your cheek, his fingers caressing the spot as he gives you a genuine smile.  

"... it wouldn't be soon enough, baby."

He gives The Shark one last salute, flipping him off once his back is toward him. “Fucking asshole cockblock,” he mutters to himself, patting his suit pocket for his little baggie of E. He pinches the baggie between his fingers, looking at its contents in silent contemplation.  I guess if I can't get the girl, at least I can get the high, right?

The morning after.

Dieter is face down on his sofa in his boxers and his robe, groaning from the after-effects of his debauchery just a few hours before. As if his skull is splitting into two, he winces as he turns himself onto his back, staring aimlessly into his ceiling as his iPhone suddenly starts to go off from under him.

Sighing, he blindly reaches for his phone, one eye open as he squints into the tiny, shattered screen.

TMZ NEWS FLASH! Up-and-coming Actress who swept MTV awards show last night being groped by Resident Playboy Dieter Bravo? Her publicist sweeps in to save our New "It" Girl in Tinseltown from the grasp of the Devil himself-

Dieter scoffs as he swipes the notification away, his eyes scanning the next headline.

AP NEWS ALERT: Dieter Bravo seen kissing Rising Actress at MTV Movie Awards last night, is a new romance brewing between the Fresh-Faced Actress and Playboy Lothario Dieter Bravo?

"Dieter," his publicist groans as he walks into the room, picking up a crumpled pair of boxer briefs off the sofa, and throws himself on it, pinching the space between his eyebrows as he shakes his head. "What the hell did I tell you? Stay away from The Shark's client, don't grope her in front of him! Can't you just listen to me for once?"

"It was innocent! I kept my hands at a respectable distance from her ass," Dieter retorts, throwing his phone across the room. "I didn't even make a move—"

"That's not the point, Dieter!" his publicist spits back, pulling out his phone. "Do you realize how much this guy despises you? I'm good at my job, but The Shark? I can't go against a god—"

"You're making him out to be some untouchable—"

"...because he is untouchable, Dieter! Do you even know he's buddies with Feldman? After learning about your stunt last night, he's considering pulling you from the project."

"Please," Dieter scoffs, rolling his eyes. "They need me more than I need them! I'm practically doing them a favor, signing on to this fucking movie. They're not going to pull Dieter Bravo from a sinking ship! It's just scare tactics!"

"Yeah, well, you know what they say. The pussy is stronger than god, right?" his publicist replies, scrolling through his phone. "Feldman didn't appreciate your hands on his girl, and now he's out for blood. I warned you about this, D. Is some girl worth losing a multi-million dollar contract? Do you want to go back to doing 'surprise guest star' roles on cable TV? I heard they're thinking of rebooting 'Suits', it might be a good fit for you-"

"So what do I need to do then?" Dieter fires back, a joint between his lips. "I assume I'll be needing to make a public statement or some shit? Keep the old bastard happy?"

"It's funny you mention that D. I have an email from The Shark himself, with a list of what he wants you to say in your statement, promising he'll back the fuck off if you promise to not go within ten feet of his asset-"

"Have you ever heard of 'Missing People' perfume?" Dieter suddenly asks, taking a hit off his joint, his eyes following the thick plume of smoke as he leans back into the sofa. "Missing... Woman?" he mumbles to himself absentmindedly, licking his lips. "Fuck, what did she say it was? I need to stop going to these things blitzed out of my fucking mind-"

"Dieter, focus. Are we releasing the statement or not?"

"MARCUS!" Dieter calls out for his PA suddenly, ignoring his publicist as he grabs the phone out of his hands. "MARCUS! I NEED YOU!"

"Yes D?" Marcus responds as he rushes into the living room, pulling a fresh pack of Kitkat out of his back pocket. "Did you need a snack?"

"Have you ever heard of 'Missing Someone' perfume?" he asks once more as he pulls up the Safari app on his publicist's phone.  

"You mean 'Missing Person' by Phlur?" Marcus quips, picking up the stray pieces of discarded clothing strewn randomly around the room. “One of my favorite actresses just became the spokesperson for that perfume, swears by it-“ 

“Missing PERSON, that’s what it was!” Dieter shouts, tossing his publicist's phone back at him. “Marcus, you’re a fucking godsend! I knew there was a reason why I kept you around! Could you do me a small favor?”

"What do you need, D?" Marcus asks eagerly, his hand perched on his hip. 

"I need you to buy me 'Missing People'. A couple of bottles, at least."

"How many is a couple?" Marcus asks with a nervous chuckle. "Five? Are you giving these out as gifts or something?"

"Maybe I could call Chriselle, and tell her you're interested in the company, there are more scents suitable for men, D," his publicist says casually, pulling out his laptop from his messenger bag. "I ran into her at Erewhon the other day, she's a big fan of your work, and couldn't stop talking about Cliff Beasts... Now, about that statement-"

"Fuck asking, just go to Neimans or Sephora or something and buy out their entire stock. Lotions and body wash and candles if it comes in that scent, too, Marcus. Go to all of the fucking Sephoras if you need to."

"... the entire stock? D, what is this for?"

"Do I pay you to ask all of these fucking questions? Don't worry about what I'm going to do with it. Just get it in my hands by the end of the day, do you think you could swing that?"

"... yes?"

Dieter takes another drag out of his joint, nodding aimlessly. "Great. Also, stop by Blicks on your way back. I need an entire arsenal and the biggest canvas they have. New brushes, too! Set up my studio and put the 'Missing People' in my bathroom, and I'll want my usual In n Out order, too."

Flustered, Marcus pulls out his phone and starts typing Dieter's requests on his notes app. Running a nervous hand through his hair, he looks at his boss once more. "Anything else?"

"Yeah. Get the fuck out of my face and get to work, Marcus. Chop Chop!"

His assistant nods and scrambles out of the living room, tripping on the corner of the area rug on his way out. Dieter's publicist raises his eyebrow at the display, shaking his head as he types away on his laptop. "You know, you could be nicer to him, D. He tries hard to cater to your every fucking whim and fancy... now, are we gonna release that fucking statement or not?"

"What statement?" Dieter asks absentmindedly as he pulls out a small baggie from his robe pocket.  

"The one where you say that you had a little too much to drink and that you didn't mean anything by groping Doll at the Movie Awards, and that you're really sorry and will be donating a couple thousand to a women's shelter-"

"... and this will make The Shark happy? and Feldman off my ass?" he replies, rubbing his gums as he smiles to himself. "I'll be able to stay on the project?"

"You can start packing your bags, yes. Filming starts in a week for the next few months in Europe. It'll give this whole Movie Awards nonsense some time to blow over."

Dieter considers this for a moment. He sticks his tongue out in contemplation, coming to the unsettling realization that he hasn't been in a major studio project in the last few years. He needs this job more than they need him, and deep down, he knows this. He takes one last drag out of his joint, flicking the roach away as he turns towards his publicist.

"Release the fucking statement."

His publicist nods, fingers flying across the keyboard. "Good," he murmurs, genuine relief softening his features. "I can't handle you out of work for another month, not after the fucking pandemic... What's the deal with all that perfume, anyway?"

"What?" Dieter replies absentmindedly, scratching his beard.

"The stuff you made Marcus buy in bulk," his publicist clarifies.

"Forget the perfume. Do you still have those photos I sent you?"

"I've got them, but I haven't checked them out yet. Why?"

Dieter gestures toward the laptop. "Why don't you take a look?"

His publicist eyes him warily, opening the email. His expression shifts to shock as he glimpses the contents. "Is this—"

Dieter nods, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Yep."

"This is huge, Dieter. How did you even get these? They're screwed if this ever goes public—"

"That's why it's payback time. A little warning shot," Dieter interrupts, leaning forward eagerly. "We leak the photos. Anonymously, of course."

"Dieter," his publicist warns, "If they trace it back to you—"

"I'll take the risk. They messed with the wrong guy," Dieter scoffs, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "These amateurs think they can get away with it?" he mutters to himself, then clears his throat. "Remember our motto?"

"Nobody fucks with Dieter Bravo."

Dieter leans back on the sofa, nodding. "That's right. Nobody fucks with Dieter Bravo."

Six Months later.

"Hi, I'm Carol Cobb!"

"... and I'm Dieter Bravo!"

"And we are doing a Wired Autocomplete Interview!"

"Alright! Is Dieter Bravo..." Carol energetically rips the first sheet of paper off her card, a playful smile spreading across her face as Dieter looks attentively at the camera. "Is Dieter Bravo dead?!" She bursts into laughter, smacking Dieter with the card, who simply shrugs. "Wow! Why would they hit us with that right out of the gate?"

"Not dead yet!" Dieter exclaims, pushing his signature glasses off his face while gazing into the camera. "Got close... several times," he adds with a pointed smirk.

"...and we are very much thankful for that!" Carol shouts. "Shall we move on to the next one?" She tears the next slip of paper, her eyes widening as she reads, “Is Dieter Bravo secretly married?!”

“Well, it wouldn’t be a secret if I spilled the beans now, would it?” Dieter smiles conspiratorially, rubbing his chin in contemplation.

“I can't imagine you ever settling down,” Carol muses with a smirk. "It seems unnatural, like going against the natural order of things, like sea animals on land. Dieter Bravo, settled down with one girl? Hell would have to freeze over before that ever happens," she teases.

"I think it could happen," Dieter says matter-of-factly, crossing his arms over his chest as he settles back into his seat.

"What could happen?" Carol asks, her curiosity piqued.

"Settling down. Getting married, perhaps... even starting a family," Dieter replies thoughtfully.

"It would take quite the woman to make 'The Great Lothario' change his ways. Seems like an impossible feat," Carol interrupts, chuckling. "A woman who can stop the great Dieter Bravo from his manwhoring ways? Maybe someone who lives under a rock and doesn't know about your reputation."

"Actually," Dieter interjects, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I think I've met someone recently who's made quite an impression on me."

Carol's eyes widen in surprise. "What do you mean, you think you've met someone? Who is this mysterious girl that's captured your attention, D?"

"Well, she's an actress-"

"Of course," Carol quips with a knowing smirk.

"... she's new. I had the pleasure of meeting her at the MTV Movie-"

"You're not talking about Doll, are you? The woman you groped after meeting her for the first time? Someone even said that they caught you sniffing her! Who does that, Dieter?!"

"I am a connoisseur of all things exquisite and beautiful, ma chérie. She smelled absolutely divine, and I swear her scent lingered on me for days after, I swear, just let me nuzzle my face in between the valley of those luscious tits-"

"God, D. I think they're gonna have to edit this shit out!" Carol mutters, looking embarrassed by Dieter's boldness. She leans towards Dieter. "I thought you signed some embargo with The Shark promising you wouldn't mention her," she whispers in his ears. "Even I wouldn't think to fuck with him-"

"Well, Feldman was my main concern, and now he's facing jail time for all of those underage claims and those leaked photos, so fuck it!" Dieter counters, knowing damn well he worked behind the scenes for it to happen, leaking a few photos he had stored away on his iCloud, kissing himself on the mouth knowing it would come in handy sooner or later.  

AP NEWS ALERT: Hollywood bigshot arrested for leaked inappropriate images from an anonymous source of various actresses, denies all allegations of misconduct.

One asshole down, one Shark to bury next, he thinks to himself, chuckling at the thought. "Besides, I can't get her out of my fucking mind! I've never felt this way about a woman before, Carol, I mean it this time!"

"I mean, she's undeniably beautiful," Carol agrees, "but she's still new to the industry. They've been typecasting her in those romcoms with whatshisname, but I've heard she's pushing for more challenging roles—"

"Cut!" The director's voice slices through the air, his eyes narrowed at them both. "This interview is about promoting Cliff Beasts, not discussing Dieter's love life with some woman."

"Hey, that 'woman'? She's my future wife, so watch your damn mouth," Dieter snaps back, his tone defensive.

"Whoa, D, hold on. Future wife? You barely know her!" Carol interjects, her hand pressed against her chest in disbelief. "Take it easy, baby. Get to know her first, at least."

"It's gonna happen, Carol. I can feel it in my damn bones. I was drawn to her the moment I laid eyes on her," Dieter insists, his confidence unwavering.

"Listen, Casanova, I don't care who you think you're gonna marry, but we're on a tight schedule here!" the director interrupts, frustration evident in his voice. "Stick to the damn questions, and no more talk about your little 'girlfriend.'"

"Fine," Dieter mutters, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of water. "But do me a favor—don't cut out the part about her assets. It'll bring in views like crazy. I did you a favor there."

The director waves him off as he storms away. "Remind me why I took this job knowing this idiot would be here," he mutters to himself, heading back behind the camera.

The day of the (not so thought out) wedding.

Dieter is anxiously bouncing his leg, biting his pinky nail as his groomer meticulously applies another layer of concealer under his darkened eyes. "Jeez D, have you been sleeping at all lately?"

"What?" Dieter asks absentmindedly, running a shaky hand through his curls. "Yeah- I've been sleeping, why?"

“Your under-eyes, D. They’re darker than my fucking soul, man. Didn’t I tell you to lay off on the sauce? I’m on my fourth layer of concealer-“

“It’s nothing,” Dieter says dismissively. “Just… have you ever been in love?” 

"Sure I have," his groomer replies, a small smile on their face. "That's why I'm married, silly. Why?"

"Say you like a girl, and you think that this girl might be interested but then TMZ posts leaked photos of said girl and some beefed up Hollywood hunk "canoodling" with each other while filming their movie together in Canada-"

"This is Doll that we're talking about, correct? The one you groped at the MTV Movie-"

"I DIDN'T GROPE HER!" Dieter exclaims, groaning as he sinks further into his seat. "Why does everyone keep saying that? I was simply giving her a friendly, yet casual hug when she APPROACHED ME-"  He huffs like a petulant child, his arms crossed around his chest in defiance. "Anyway, I thought, after I desperately tried to shoot my shot, let my intentions known in that 'Wired' Interview with Carol, that she would contact me, you know? Maybe slide into my DMs-" 

“Slide into your DMs?” His groomer scoffs, plucking a stray eyebrow hair with their tweezers from his face as he dramatically flinches, narrowing his eyes at them. “You flat out said you wanted to smother your face in the ‘valley of her luscious tits’, I would be surprised if she hasn't filed a restraining order against you yet... Let me give you a bit of advice: Girls want to be romanced, not objectified! ... have you ever had a 'real' girlfriend before, D?"

"Hey! I've had girlfriends, alright?" Dieter groans, frustration evident in his voice as he clenches his fists. "Just because they didn't stick around afterward doesn't mean it was all my fault, okay?"

"The girls you hook up with during your benders and then discard once the high wears off don't exactly qualify as 'real' girlfriends, D! Let's be serious here!"

"That's what I'm trying to be," he whines, "I'm trying SO HARD to be serious for once! I can't get this girl out of my head, and it's been what? Almost a year since I've met her? I can't get my dick hard when I'm with anyone else anymore, I don't want to take drugs, it's like I'm fucking broken or something! ... and now she's off fucking Joe Hollywood over here like I'm not bleeding my fucking heart out for her-"

"Wait, you mean to tell me that you're actually sober right now?"

"Well, yeah. The last time I took something was before filming Cliff Beasts, I thought you knew that. Anyway, it doesn't fucking matter. All of that and she doesn't even notice me."

"Well, I would tell you that if you had bothered to read TMZ this morning instead of sulking, you would know that there are split rumors between this girl and Hollywood neanderthal," His groomer retorts, a shit-eating grin on their face. "It was over before it even began. I mean, I've heard for such a massive man, he has quite the tiny di-"

Dieter perks up at that. "Say that again."

"They've broken up. She's back on the market, silly goose."

"So that means-"

"That means that I'm going to groom the shit out of you and help you out by making her realize just what she's missing out on, D." His groomer replies, massaging his scalp as they make eye contact through the mirror in front of them. "You're lucky that I consider myself a hopeless romantic. If you promise not to break her heart, I'll help you get the girl, ok?"

"Shit, do you think she'll like me?" Dieter says nervously, fidgeting in his seat.  

"Obviously," his groomer replies cryptically, a smirk forming on the corner of their mouth. "I may or may not have some intel from another groomer friend of mine about their supposed breakup."

"Oh?" Dieter perks up, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. "... and what would that intel be?"

"Oh, you know. Someone might have asked their stylist if they think you'll be attending tonight, how she kept trying to be sly about it."

"Doll asked about me?! Are you serious?" Dieter's excitement is palpable.

"Well, according to my friend, the reason why they broke up was that someone might have moaned your name while being eaten out by 'Joe Hollywood' the other day-"

"No fucking way!"

"She's into you, D! I would say that your little ploy during the 'Wired' interview worked more than you think, bud."

Dieter nods, taking the biggest sigh of relief as he settles in his chair. "One last thing, do you groom just the top half of me, or are you open to grooming other places?"

"What do you mean?" his groomer cocks their head to the side.  

"Shit, well... are you open to grooming my nether regions? It's been a while since I've been with a woman, I'm almost full caveman down there-"

His groomer tsks, pulling out their phone. "Dieter, as much as I love you, I don't love you that much. Let me call someone for that, ok?"

A few hours later, on the red carpet.

"Dieter," his publicist says under his breath as they walk down the red carpet. "The cameras are this way, why are you so distracted?"

"I'm looking for someone," Dieter replies as he winks at the sea of paparazzi, flashing them a peace sign as he walks toward the venue's entrance.

"Well, who are you looking for?" His publicist replies impatiently, looking down the red carpet.

"Doll, obviously. Do you know if she's arrived yet?"

His publicist rolls his eyes, sighing. "She arrived about five minutes ago, don't you see her?"

Dieter inhales deeply, his gaze scanning past the vibrant red carpet until it locks onto yours. His breath catches in his chest, surprised by the unexpected connection. You appear taken aback at first, but swiftly compose yourself, subtly angling your body towards him with a seductive smile playing on your lips.

"Holy Shit..." Dieter's mind races with excitement. "She really does want me."

Filled with newfound confidence, he playfully purses his lips in your direction, sending a cheeky kiss your way as his eyebrows wiggle in amusement. A flush of color blooms across your cheeks in response, catching his eye. But as he revels in the moment, he notices The Shark's gaze narrowing in his direction, a whisper passing between him and you.

That's fucking right Shark.  I'm coming for my girl, and there is nothing you can fucking do about it.  

Later, Dieter observes you from across the room as you sit at your table, alone, nursing another glass of champagne. He notices how you try to avoid meeting his gaze, despite catching you stealing glances at him throughout the night when you think he isn't looking. It surprises him to see you being so reserved, so quiet, especially without The Shark hovering around you like a protective dragon guarding its treasure.

What's gotten you so down, babydoll?  he muses, leaning back into his chair. As if you could read his thoughts, your eyes meet from across the room once more, and you quickly look away, smiling to yourself at getting caught looking.

Dieter senses the moment's significance, his heart racing with anticipation. He knows he must seize this opportunity, the perfect moment to step forward and break the barrier between the two of you. With a determined smile, he decides it's time to make his move.

As he rises from his chair, Dieter's confidence swells, fueled by the intensity of the moment. With purposeful strides, he crosses the room, his gaze fixed on you, the anticipation building with each step. This is his chance to bridge the gap, to finally reveal the feelings he's kept hidden for so long.

He draws in another deep breath as he approaches you from behind, mustering his most seductive gaze as he leans in towards your exposed ear, his warm breath grazing your skin.

"I can't help but notice that you've been eye-fucking me the entire night."

He groans softly as he takes a seat in the chair beside yours, hoping to conceal any nerves as he attempts to exude charm. "I guess my little ploy of trying to get your attention with that 'Wired' interview worked out in my favor-"

You respond with a subtle smile, your fingers gracefully tracing the edge of your champagne glass. How does something as simple as that manage to rile me up? he wonders inwardly, returning your smile.

"You know," you say softly, a chuckle escaping you as you shake your head in disbelief, "There are more normal ways to get a girl's attention-"

The longer Dieter spends in your presence, the more he feels himself on edge, the tension mounting with every passing moment. His pulse quickens, and he can't ignore the growing semi in his suit pants. It's astonishing how much you affect him, like a siren calling out for him while lost at sea, lying in wait, ready to bring him to absolute ruin. 

Fuck. Keep it cool, Bravo.

"Ah, but you're America's Sweetheart, and your pitbull of a publicist won't let me near you, I had to let my-" he gulps at the sight of your ample bust, licking his lips in anticipation, "... intentions very clearly known."

"Well," you breathe, chest heaving. "I don't know if it's 'clearly' known," your voice drops to a whisper, like a secret that is shared only between the both of you, two lonely souls amongst a sea of chaos. "I think you're just going to have to spell it out for me."

Dieter, sensing victory, leans back triumphantly, spreading his legs as he subtly encloses you within his space. His dark, smoldering gaze meets your thinly veiled attempt at your best innocent doe eyes... but Dieter sees right through it. He grins widely, reveling in the knowledge that he's the cat about to get all of the cream—your cream.  That's right, babydoll, I've finally caught you, and I'm never going to let you go.

He laughs at the sight of you, his chin motioning to your breasts.  "Do you want to have sex with me, Dollface?"

Your eyes widen, and a small gasp escapes your lips, as you search his gaze, trying to decipher if he's just bullshitting or if he's actually fucking serious.  I'm serious, alright, he chuckles to himself. "If I miscalculated this fucking thing that's going on between us, tell me and I'll fuck off, leave you alone-"

"What if I don't want you to fuck off, and want to tell you that I'm this close to being plastered and that all I kept thinking about tonight is you railing me with that huge cock we both know is aching for me in some deserted hallway-" you challenge, picking your champagne glass for good measure, downing its contents in one swig.  For courage, he thinks. "I would beg to ask you... what's taking you so damn long, Bravo?"

WhatsApp chat between Dieter & Marcus: Dieter: Hey Marcus, are you still in the venue? Marcus: Yes! With your publicist. Did you need something? Dieter: This party blows. Can I borrow your car? Marcus: Oh, did you want me to drive you home? The party just started, Dieter. Dieter: I can drive myself back, stay for the party! Catch a ride with the suits afterward! Get shitfaced, you're officially off the clock! Marcus: Seriously? Do you know how to drive a stick? It's my baby, I don't know if I feel comfortable with you driving it, are you high right now? 🤦‍♂️ Dieter: No, for the last time, I'm fucking clean, man. Just do me a solid and let me borrow your car, I swear I'll give you a fucking raise! What do you want for one night with your baby? Tell me, I'll give you anything! Marcus: Fine. Just tell me what you did with all of that fucking perfume, there"s a bet going on and I would like to shove it in your publicist's face that I know! Dieter: Seriously man? That's all you want? Marcus: Do you want my keys or not, D? Dieter: Fine. I took the fucking perfume, doused my entire bedroom in it, and fucked myself smelling it thinking about Doll. Dieter: Is that enough of an explanation for you? Come the fuck on, man, I need your car! Please! 🙏 Marcus: 🙌 Meet me at the lobby in five. 

"So tell me," Dieter shouts as he peels out of the parking lot, laughing at the delighted squeal that escapes your lips as you throw your head back, your arms raised upward as he turns quickly into the streets of Los Angeles. "How often did you think about me, babydoll?"

You boldly reach over to cup his erection, your small hand wrapping around the tip of it. "As much as I reckon you thought of me, Bravo. Tell me, how often did you come, alone in that massive bed of yours, to the thought of your cock thrusting into my tight pussy?"

"Fuck baby, do you want me to crash this car? It's not mine, you know?"

"Answer the fucking question, Bravo."

"Baby, if you only knew how much I fucking came just thinking about your tits... I don't think you know just what exactly you got yourself into, little girl... but I'll show you just how I thought of you coming on my fat cock, giving me absolutely everything-"

I've been hungry for you, baby, and I'm going to feast on every inch of your body, just you fucking wait-

He cackles like a madman as he peels into the dwindling streets of LA. "Are you hungry, Dollface?" he yells, almost running a red light, his eyes fixed on the glowing In n Out sign in the distance.

"I shouldn't, I have that screen test next week-"

"Fuck the screen test!" he shouts. "The night is young, and you are gorgeous. Let Dieter take care of you, baby... while I still have you in my grasp. I ain't gonna waste a moment I have you in my orbit!"

He pulls into the In n Out parking lot, cutting the engine, and pulls you into his lap, his face immediately diving into the valley between your breasts. "You can suffocate me with these tits and I would die a happy man," he mumbles against your skin, his growl reverberating throughout your entire body like wildfire. "What do you say, Doll? Would you do me the honors?"

"Fuck Dieter," you moan, tipping your head back in pleasure as his tongue teases the edge of your dress covering your breasts. "Grab my tits," you beg, grabbing his hands for good measure. Dieter wastes no time as he grabs the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss, his tongue licking along the seam of your mouth, begging for entrance.  

"Open up for me, baby girl. Let Dieter taste you-" he pleads, and you pull away with him, your hair wrecked and lipstick smeared. Dieter imagines he looks as wrecked as you do, his pupils blown and chest heaving. You pull him into another kiss, sighing into it, your mouth opening slightly. Dieter takes this as a sign to devour you completely, your tongues fighting for dominance as you begin to rock your hot pussy against his thick cock.

"I want to ride you into the sunset, D," you whisper, pulling at his curls harshly. "Are you gonna give me what I want? Or am I going to have to find someone else to do it?"

"Fuck-" Dieter pants, his gaze reaching yours, his mouth agape in awe. "How in the fuck did I get so fucking lucky-"

"Grab my tits, D," you ask once more, moaning and throwing your head back, biting your lower lip as you grind on his throbbing erection. Dieter quickly obliges, his large hands engulfing both of your breasts. His fingertips graze the edge of your dress, the hardness of your nipple pressing into the middle of his palm, and he swears that if he were to be struck down dead right at this moment, he would die a happy man.  

"Shit, I knew that your tits would feel amazing, but you are so fucking soft-"

"Oh yeah?" you tease, your teeth grazing the shell of his ear. "I'm soft in other places, too." You whisper in his ear, and he swears he feels the ghost of your smile as he moves his hands back on your hips, his fingertips squeezing the softness of your ass as he angles his dick where he imagines your clit to be, thrusting into your hot, wet heat. "Fuck, so goddamn soft-" he groans, his tongue licking a wet stripe along the tops of your breasts. "You're fucking everything I never knew I always wanted, baby girl," he praises you honestly, cupping your cheek as he pulls you into another kiss, groaning as your tongue dances with his, leaving him breathless.  

"Am I?" you pant as you wrap your arms around his neck, your pussy dragging along the thick outline of his cock. "You talk like you want to marry me or something-"

"... oh, but I do want to marry you, breed you, keep you locked up in my mansion... you have no idea just how much I've thought about you, these last few months-"

"Dieter! My Man!" someone shouts in the distance. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he yells back, "I'm about to fuck this beautiful woman in an In n Out parking lot, what are you doing here?"

"Fuck, can I take a pic, man?" the fan shouts as he approaches the convertible.  

"Don't you see we're a little preoccupied?" you shout at the fan, flicking him off. "Get the fuck out of here!" you shout.

The fan quickly takes a shot of the both of you with his iPhone, a half-hearted apology mumbled out of his mouth as he quickly runs back inside of the restaurant, probably to the group of men who are completely unaware of the two celebrities dry-humping the fuck out of each other in their wake, eating their double-doubles and sneaking sips out of a cup filled with some cheap ass vodka, fist-bumping the night away.

"Are you gonna come in those Gucci pants of yours, D?" you tease, your pace quickening as you ride his dick relentlessly. "How does it feel having America's Sweetheart getting you to come in your pants, baby?"

"Fuck," Dieter pants, his hand wrapping around your neck as he pushes you against the steering wheel, angling the tip of his cock against your clit. "How does it feel to get fucked by The Devil, sweetheart? Your pussy is begging me to just rip those fucking panties off and just claim you, right in front of all of these fucking people-"

You shiver at that, a choked curse and his name out of your mouth as he sees the entirety of your body begin to quiver and shake.  

"Don't fight it, baby, I know you fucking like the attention, I know you want everyone to see how much of a bad fucking girl you are inside... but don't worry, Dieter knows, and I'll help you show them," he pulls you against him harshly, your chest pushed up against his, as his teeth sink at the hollow of your neck. "I'll get the world to see just who you really are, baby. Let me show you the way-"

You scream as he thrusts into you once more as he rips your orgasm out of you violently, crying out into his neck as Dieter explodes into his Gucci trousers, the mixture of your slick and his thick cum making an absolute mess of his loaned suit.  

I guess I'll have to pay for these, Dieter thinks to himself as he cradles your shaking form into his arms, licking away the salty tears running down your face. "You did so good, Doll, don't cry-" he whispers, stroking the back of your head as he tries to get you to calm down. "What do you need, baby?"

You lie quietly against his chest, your breaths falling into rhythm with his, as he assumes you're simply gathering your thoughts. "Baby," he pleads softly, his hands tracing soothing paths along your exposed back. "Please, say something—"

"Marry me," you whisper against his chest, the words barely audible but filled with undeniable certainty.

Dieter freezes, his heart skipping a beat at your unexpected words. For a moment, he's speechless, his mind racing to catch up with the sudden turn of events. Slowly, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

"What did you say?" he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid that speaking any louder might shatter the fragile moment.

You lift your head, meeting Dieter's stunned gaze with unwavering determination. "I said, marry me," you repeat, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart. "Let's take this car and drive it to Vegas, get married by some overweight Elvis impersonator, and book the honeymoon suite at the Cosmo... I don't care how we do it, but let's get fucking married, D!"

Dieter's mind whirls with a mix of emotions—astonishment, disbelief, and a profound sense of joy. He blinks several times, as if trying to confirm that he's not dreaming, before a wide grin spreads across his face.

"Oh, my God," he breathes, his voice trembling with emotion. "Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes."

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REDAMANCY ✦ DR3

“The essence of "redamancy", when loving someone, resides in finding oneself wholeheartedly committed to another person. It involves investing time, effort, and emotions to build a relationship based on trust, empathy, and understanding. Redamancy emphasizes the idea of love in its purest form, where both individuals feel valued, supported, and cherished by one another. In this context, loving someone through redamancy means having an unwavering appreciation and admiration for their unique qualities and accepting them as they are, flaws and all. It entails fostering a deep emotional bond that brings joy, warmth, and fulfillment to both individuals involved. Love, translated through redamancy, is an enriching experience that nourishes and uplifts the lives of those involved, creating a sense of security, happiness, and contentment.”

✦ pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ type: social media au

✦ fc: becky g

✦ warnings: female!reader, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, age gap, language, slight mention of mature themes.

✦ pit wall live: holi babes! WE'RE OFFICIALLY DONE WITH 2020! 🥳 Tomorrow is my birthday and I'm feeling festive so this is a gift from me to you guys! Thank you for all the love and support 💖 if you haven't already left me one, please consider leaving me a comment to let me know if this whole thing at least makes a bit of sense (I crave validation, guys lmao) and my inbox is always open! I'm super excited for you to get to know Girlie a little bit better! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter because I sure did enjoy making those edits, don't they look so fucking cuteeeeee??? 😩💕

p.s.: keep an eye out for a name that could be important in the future 👀

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f1gossipofficial NEW WAG ALERT 🚨 After months of speculations, we can finally see them together! Daniel and Y/N arrived at the paddock for the Tuscan GP today and it's fair to say, she knows how to make an entrance 🔥 It's the first time Ricciardo introduces a WAG to the paddock 🥰

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user she's wearing heels and he's still a head taller than her 🥺 THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS TOO FUCKING CUTE 😭❤️

user she's just a smol 🤏🏻 cinnamon roll ❤️

user2 🐍🐍🐍🐍

user3 what the fuck is she wearing? 😂 she needs to hire a stylist because she looks like a fucking clown. This reflects badly on Daniel 🤮

user she's serving Y2K style 🔥🔥🔥 also why tf would it reflect badly on him the way she dresses??? 🙄 I think she looks gorgeous!

user4 They have been together since January, but the picture of them walking next to each other is like they don't even know each other 😂

user5 can't believe Daniel hasn't dump her unfaithful ass yet 🙄 she must be really good at the things that she does on the mattress 🤮

user the only thing she's probably worth for, he might as well take advantage of it Imao

user6 The amount of hate this girl receives when all she does is just appear, no one knows her personally but ends up throwing opinions based on her looks and a couple of tabloids. Lol. Fangirls are crazy! 😂

user7 noone does it like her 😘

user8 lol he deserves so much better 🤢🐍

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yourinstagram When your birthday gift includes a podium finish you know it's gonna be an unforgettable experience! 🤩 Every year I grow I'm reminded of how precious this life is, thank you all for helping me fill it up with so much love. Your kind words and constant support means everything to me. Thank you so so so much 💕

Don't say it, don't say it, OKAY I'm saying it: I'M FEELING 22!! 😘

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salmahayek Happy birthday hermosa ❤️

danielricciardo Who needs a four-leaf clover when I've got you by my side? Just call me Danny Ricc, the luckiest bloke around! 😎

taylorswift Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22! 🥳 Happy happy birthday my angel! There was happiness because of you 🥰

user stop acting all innocent we all know you are a fucking slut

userA yourinstagram we can tell by all the guys you let into your bed 👀

florencepugh Happy birthday to a special soul ❤️

fioamato Happiest 22nd year babe! Wish we could be together to celebrate. Te amo un mundo ❤️

sofiareyes Feliz vida reinotaaaa! 🥳🥰

user2 sos una gran ridícula 🐍

user3 stop shoving it in our faces every 5 minutes jesus christ, we already know the only way you can stay relevant is fucking your way through talented people

reesewhiterspoon Happy birthday to my favorite resident loud persona!

jvn Happiest birthday babe! Becoming friends with you has shown me a strength & kindness that is v rare. You're brave, smart AF, and the talent is next level & quite literally iconic. Grateful to know you & call you a frand!! Love you to pieces Queen! xx

llane Feliz cumpleaños hermanita 🎂 te deseo muchas bendiciones! ❤️

lilymhe as a wise woman once said: It seems like one of those nights, we ditched the whole scene and end up dreaming, instead of sleeping 💘✨

user4 Oh I didn't know it was international snakes day 🐍😂

lewishamilton happy birthday sis 💜 hope you had lots of fun x

instagram birthdays and F1 races make a winning combo

user5 I hope you are aware you're just a bed-warmer until he finds something better 😂

user6 Those who are throwing her hate, is everything okay at home? You must all be excellent people and role models 😂

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danielricciardo Merry christmas to all, ya filthy animals! From me and my snuggle buddy 🎄 We've been good... mostly! 😝

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yourinstagram Merry Christmas from our reindeer crew! ❤️🎄

danielricciardo Santa's got it easy this year, because I've already found the perfect gift 😘

natalie_pinkham Cuties ❤️ Merry christmas guys! Sending you all the love ❤️🎄

user THEY LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD UGHH 😍

user1 she's gonna be his downfall 🤢

f1 Merry Christmas to our favorite honey badger 🦨🍯❤️

user2 please Daniel check your eyesight 😭 I mean what did you even see in Y/N

kristenanniebell Merry christmas, guys! Sending lots of love from ours to yours ❤️

user3 La pareja más bonita 😍😍 Merry christmas to us with that first photo

scottyjames31 this got me cheesing hard... I'm a bit worried for Santa if those are his reindeers though 😳

user4 Daniel!! RUN!! Don't get too close to her... she's fucking poison!! Everything she touches rots away 🐍🐍🐍

user5 MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS!! Santa should be delivering my adoption papers to you any moment now ❤️🙈

fabioquartararo20 Merry christmas brother! 🥂❤️

user6 who else lives through celebrities holiday posts? Buon Natale, Daniel and Y/N 💚

user7 dude, based on the recent news lately popping up on my feed (that I did not even care to know about), I hope you get yourself to an std clinic to get tested. I see you are in your russian roulet phase- no judgement. sincerely, I wish you the best

user8 this comment section reeks of jealousy it does not pass the vibe check at. all. 😤😤😤 it's fucking christmas guys, what the fuck is wrong with y'all leave them the fuck alone!

user9 they are so many wonderful and interesting people in the world, but you chose Y/N... disappointing. You could sincerely do so much better

user10 Love it or hate it, they are living their best life. Haters can keep commenting, but they're just a bunch of jealous basic bitches lmao ANYWAYS, MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS! Keep being fucking iconic! ❤️

user11 To all the haters out there, keep commenting. Love knows no bounds and Daniel deserves exactly who he's chosen 😘

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yourinstagram Moving towards 2021 with a better mindset. Keep practicing kindness every day, guys! 💖🤗🤭

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itsvittoriasousa Queen of positivity 💁🏻‍♀️💗😘

user lmao omg love this video 🤭 such good vibes

blakelively ❤️❤️❤️

zendaya the vibes are immaculate 💅🏻

lali Y QUE SE CALLE EL DECORADO 😝 Te adoro nena ❤️

user1 No me canso de verlo 😂

iamdannaschwarz A lot of palo santo to cleanse, purify and remove all negativity 🪔🧿😌🤍

user2 Por qué tan hermosaaaaaa 😍😍😍

user3 It's the palo santo and the big echeveria for me lol

user4 Love your attitude

karolg Positively divinaaa! Toda una BICHOTA 💁🏻‍♀️💗

user5 Keep it up, Queen!! Let your light blind all those negative nellies 😌 You're shinning brighter than the sun ☀✨

user6 you can't tell me her and Dan are not meant to be 😂 I bet they are so much fun to be around 🤭

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OH YEAH I SAID I WOULD BE IN YOUR INBOX ABOUT THIS. HOLDING OUT A REPORTER STYLE MICROPHONE. 🎤🎤🎤 roswell intertexts I challenge u to give me 5 things you like about your writing . metaphors u like or words u like using or piece of dialogue youre proud of.... ANYTHING. ABT ANY OF YOUR WRITING. but they have to be self compliments >:|

EVIL OF U!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but u followed through so i guess i have to now >:(

man!!!!!!! ok. APPARENTLY i'm "good at characterization" but that literally just is me like. feeling my way through a dark room trying to figure out what all the furniture is in the dark so that doesn't count. <333 but i like the. umm. intentionality? of my syntax? i guess? sounds wild when i do in fact have Cannot shut the fuck up ever disease [see: how long this is LMFAO] but i love economy & density of language... there's one like, hemingway quote where he's like. you shouldn't be able to take any one word out of a sentence without changing the meaning of it. u shouldn't be able to take out a sentence without losing something important. which is smth i think abt frequently... different when i'm messing around in someone's pov bc people don't actually Think Like That? but. u know!! i like the way i put words together on the sentence-level. i think its good :]

what else... i enjoy writing dialogue & talking around elephants in the room & messy stilted communication. took "they would NOT fucking talk like they're in a therapy session" to heart!!! its fun when characters are trying to say things they don't have words for. & also i do think my dialogue reads pretty good by dint of "every single time i write dialogue i spend an hour saying it all back and forth in their voices in my head & if i can't picture/hear them saying it i change it & go over it for ages." <3

also i think my main objective usually is like, grounding character interactions in a physical setting? i fucking love when theres places. like. ashe sitting on the floor in wiwi's room & it's important that he's there, & it's a grey late winter afternoon light coming through the windows, & wiwi has a place hidden frm the window sight line & stuff, same w/ the post-grayscale fic in the bago. & i think i do pretty ok at that :] would love 2 get better n i think i am as i write more!! (<- wiwi mark fic is in the kitchen at like. 6am btw.)

i think my stupid fucking code switching when in the tranches vs doing Literally Anything Else is really fucking funny also <333 nice & thoughtful words reserved ONLY for gdocs everbody else gets 1 million slang & heart & kittycat face emojis & no punctuation!!! its fun. hehe. god. LAST ONE ok i think its just like. awesome that i'm writing again??? that i can??? regardless of quality or whatevr it's like, genuinely insane 2 me that i've written & posted >30k since may. thats fucking crazy dude. if u told a couple years ago me that i'd laugh so hard. being so serious when i say that i thought the long covid + insanely stressful three year Transitional Period + Other Horrors had fucked me up permanently i thought i was just like. Done being creative & my brain was going 2 be permanently foggy and sludgy and useless n stuff. fucking wild that its not!!! makes me so happy 2 be able 2 do this!!! :]]]]] also i love new haven wards & its so cool n fun n awesome 2 have a shared au that spams the serotonin button repeatedly & bounce shit back & forth w/ u n whiskey etc. not 2 be a weird loner or whatever but the last time i did anything like this was literally high school. so. yeag!!!!!!!!!!! <33333

[georgiapeach30513]

How about a floof with Mimi and Papa alone? Just them looking at their family photo albums and reminiscing over the photos of their babies and grandbabies with their “remember this/remember when…?” and iconic “i love you, our life was worth it.” 🥰

Well, you know that today is the one year anniversary with the one shot, Desperate Affairs 😂 who knew that this little one shot was going to spawn into a series, but also a GIAGANTIC AU? I still remember coming back from Dollywood and just brainstorming what was going to happen in a one shot featuring Ransom and Andy. And never did I imagine all this a year later. Two days after the one shot, I got sick with covid, and was out of commission for 9 days, fevered the whole nine days, and just binged watched Chris Evans movies, I slept most of the time. But I had these crazy fever dreams with all the Chrises, thus, the Desperate Verse was born.

So without further adieu, lets look into Ransom and Kitten having a moment, with just Ransom and Kitten. No dogs, no kids, no babies. We know that Kitten went through a lot of pain to get to where she was, but she loves reminding her baby, that she would do it all over again to get this life.

Also in celebration of the one year anniversary, drop me an ask about ANYTHING in the verse. I'm hoping to get a lot more of my asks out this week. I miss my babies!

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Hugh Ransom Drysdale Was Worth It

Summary:  You and Ransom reminisce 

Pairings:  Ransom X Reader

Rating:  🥺😢😂😏😍

Warnings:  language, some touchy subjects (if you’ve read about Ransom and Kitten’s life, you already know) Ransom just being his ridiculous self, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.7K

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You head towards Ransom’s favorite sitting room.  You had looked for that man for what felt like an hour, it was your least favorite thing about this big house.  Stopping in the doorway, to see him leaning over a photo album.  He takes a deep breath sighing, and you walk over to your pretty boy.  Still as handsome as the first day that you saw him in he-who-must-not-be-named’s office.  

Sure Ransom had a few more lines on his face, but most were around his eyes from the happy life that you guys had made for yourself.  His hair was thinning, he had bits of gray in his hair and beard, but you found him more attractive than ever.  When you thought about forever with someone, it was always with him.

Stepping up behind him, he leans back to look up at you, and you give him his favorite, upside down kiss.  Walking around the sofa to see him looking at pictures from the day that Iris Jade Barber became Iris Jade Drysdale.  Ransom had never hesitated to adopt your sweet, sleepy girl.  And in a short time, she became his sweet, sleepy girl.  You might have had a good relationship with Iris, but her daddy was her hero.

“I remember this day like it was yesterday.  I was so nervous.  I was afraid that Frank would contest it at the end.  He didn’t  You know, I don’t know if I’ve ever thanked him.  I couldn’t have done it.  I didn’t even want to share him with Icy, and she’s not mine.”

“Yeah, she is,” you assure him.  “She became yours the moment you felt her and Aster move in my belly.  I saw your eyes, Ran.  You wanted them.  Both of them.  Aster definitely has your outgoing personality, but Iris is your tender cuddle bug.  Remember when I told you I wished that neither were yours?” 

His head whips over to glare at you, “You gotta bring up the bad stuff?”

“The bad stuff is what lead us to this,” you say flipping over a few pages to you and him on your wedding day.  Aster on your hip, and Iris on his, while the two of you are lip locked, and Aster is making a gagging face.  “If we didn’t have that bad stuff, would we have even met?  If you weren’t getting in trouble with the law, would I have met you at his office?”

“No.  You would have met me at that bar.  The first night that I made that kitty cat purr.  How many times did we fuck?” you shove an elbow in his side, and he laughs, “I thought I was going to have the best sex of my life with no strings attached, and now look at us.  Five kids later, and too many grandkids to count.  By the way, your daughters are too fertile.”

“My daughters?  They’re mine when it’s something negative, huh?  My son also seems to be quite fertile, you don’t see me complaining do you?  I like the woman that made him settle down.  Our daughters could have done a lot worse than what they have.  Hell, a few of them did.”

“Yeah, my spawn didn’t settle down until Christopher.  God, I wish I could have taken away all of their pain.  All of it.  Aster’s need to feel like she had to get married, had to have babies.  And then that partying phase with the sperm donor.  The only good thing about that relationship was Ellie.  But man, the many times I wanted to fucking murder Mickey.  We could have done it.  Carter almost...nothing.  Carter doesn’t like him either.”

You cock up an eyebrow at him.  You knew that him, Blade, Carter, and even his arch nemesis Curtis had a bit of a mafia type friendship.  People who crossed them, or mostly their women, well it didn’t end well for them.  

“Or our Icy,” you sigh.  “If I could have taken away some of that pressure she put on herself.  Her perfectionist personality, and that constant feeling of not knowing who she was or where she fit in.  That nearly two years without the only man she will ever love.  I know you say you hate that boy sometimes, but you love James so much.  He’s a good daddy, good husband, he’s been so good to our other babies.  We don’t deserve James Carter in our life.”

“Ugh,” Ransom shakes his head, “Don’t remind me.  I love the kid, I just didn’t want him so romantically involved with my baby.  She finally told me she wished her and ‘Jamey’ would have waited until they were older when they started messing around.  She feared that Posie was going to be like her.  She wasn’t until that Numb Skull.”

“Or Blade and his speech.  I know your mother ragged on him about it, but there are days I wish I had it back.  When Otto popped out with the impediment, but not the stuttering, it was like having my baby back,” your finger traces over an infant picture of Blade.  Ransom looking so proud, and overcome with joy.  His face a red and blotchy mess, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the baby.  Your son had been carved out of Ransom’s ass, but got more of your personality.  “And then he became a dessert loving whore.  I’m glad I didn’t know all those hussies.  Even though, I’ll take his Boston Cream Pie any day of the week.  God, she’s perfect for him.  I didn’t want to like her, because she was taking my baby away from me.  My only boy.”

You have to stop, wiping your tears away when the next photo is an ultrasound of Anders.  One of the only photos you have of your sweet baby boy.  His thumb in his mouth, and you swear that he favored Ransom as well.  “Do you ever think about him?”

“Everyday, Kitten.  But would we have had Story or Lucy?”

“I think, we would have had more.  Blade and Lucy were my only pregnancies that weren’t traumatic.  I wanted him, so much.”

“We have an AJ,” Ransom smiles at you.

“We have an Anders Jefferson.  That little rolly baby,” Ransom gives you a big hug.  You adored all your grandbabies, but there was something special, and kindred with Anders Jefferson.  When you were around, there was no one else.  It was like you finally got your chance to have your second baby boy.

“What about my Princess Story book,” Ransom stares at a picture of the two of you standing over her incubator.  Her tiny little body looking cold as she cried for someone to hold her.  The nurses could never get in their fast enough, and you ached to hold that tiny baby against your chest always.  “I never thought that she was going to be the one that gave us trouble.”

“Your dad,” you giggle because it was never Richard that made the comment, “Harlan.”

“He was my dad.”

“Well, Harlan always said she was so much like you.  If you had been given the chance to be as free as she was.”

“My itty bitty baby got my addiction.  Sex, drugs, alcohol,” you hated thinking about that time of Story’s life.  Your baby just up and missing for over a year, and you saw her again as a withered shell of her former glory.  She was always the happiest of your babies, and her light was dull.  

“Yeah, but she had my taste in men.”

“Shut up.”

“You gonna deny it?  Let’s see, Carter is like you.  Dayton, well he’s his father incarnate, and I don’t even want to know what all that asshole was doing to her.  Nate, he is like Frank.  She did love Nate, and he loved her, was good for her, but in the end he did what needed to be done for her to be with Carter.  Chase, good lord he was just like Bryce.  Pompous and needy.  He was rich and he knew it.”

“What about her Frank? Or Beau?  Or Jefferson?”

“Well, she was never in love with Beau.  She did that boy wrong, but they’ve worked through it.  Jefferson was her Jake Wyler,” Ransom snorts, and makes a mental note to bring that letterman jacket back out.  “Frank, I don’t even know.  Story was broken in that time.  I don’t know if she considers him a boyfriend.”

The two of you glance through some more of the photos of you as a family of four, and then there’s a picture of your feistiest child.  Your fallen angel, Luciana Violet Drysdale.  The one that kept you on your toes, was a wild one with everyone, but you saw that sweet side come out.  The prettiest baby with hair as dark as Ransom’s.  Your honey eyed beauty.  

“That is your chunkiest birth baby,” you laugh because she was too big.  It’s funny to think that she was now your shortest baby.  Even shorter than Iris with the biggest personality.  “God, she was beautiful.  It was like I knew that was in fact my last little Drysdale.  I never wanted to stop having kids with you.”

“I know, baby.  I felt like she completed us.  And just think, Posie came only seven years later.  We had us another pretty baby.”

“Everyone thinks she’s this strong and opinionated child, and she is, but,” he flips over to Story and Lucy curled up in Story’s canopy bed together.  One of the few ways to keep Story out of your bed, was Lucy.  Flipping around another page, Lucy was on the ground of the garden, while Harlan told her a story.  Her drawing always reflected whatever it was that he was telling her.  He was always amazed at the imagination she had.  

Your favorite, was Lucy, and her tiny little hand, in Harlan’s wrinkled one, walking through the garden.  Him telling her all about the special flowers that he put in there.  And Lucy’s favorite napping place was on Ransom’s chest.  Ransom had taken more time off from working to spend time with Lucy and Harlan.  He knew how fast those precious moments flew by, and knew that Harlan was reaching the end of his days.  Those three were always together.

Harlan never let a day go by without telling Ransom how proud he was of him.  The two of them would sit in his study playing Go, while a baby Lucy chewed on Ransom’s signet ring.  So many times after Harlan passed, Ransom wished he could hear him say he was proud of him again.  Or use Go as a way to work through life’s problems.  Harlan was always good at things like that.  Ransom always questioned his parenting skills, but he had five happy kids to show he did something right.

“Oh baby, look,” you show him a picture of Ransom giving Carter his signet ring, the very ring that now rested on your youngest Baizen grandson’s finger.  The ring that was worn by every Baizen boy, and soon will be retired and into the vault until Otto had a son.  Carter’s silvery blue eyes looking up at Ransom with tears in them, while Ransom tried to be the man that acted like he didn’t care.  He cared too much for Carter sometimes.

"You had to show me a thing like that didn’t you?”

“You made him so happy, though.”

“He made me happy,” you wipe off a bit of your tears, and want him to proceed his train of thought.  “I didn’t have to be in that kid’s life.  He didn’t have to like me, but he valued me over his own parents.  I know, I am definitely better than them, but Kitten, we gave that boy a childhood.  God, he drove me crazy sometimes, with his Mr. Drysdale, refusing to call me Ransom.”

“It was a sign of respect, baby.”

“It was a sign of fear.”

“Wrong.  He never feared you,” he turns to glare at you, and you laugh.  “Okay, he feared you a few times, but growing up he didn’t fear you.  See,” a picture of Ransom with both Carter and James asleep on his chest makes you wish for these moments again.  “I had brought the girls back from gymnastics.  I had to take Blade with me, but look at you.”

Carter and James’ face both messy with ice cream, and a half eaten pizza on the table.  “You loved those boys.  If Carter Baizen feared you, he wouldn’t have fallen asleep on you like that.  That chocolate cheek getting your shirt dirty.  He was always going to be in our family.  Just like James.  The boy you went behind my back, and helped Stevie get full custody.”

“The one I also paid for Marta to adopt him,” just like the picture of Ransom and Iris, a sweet picture of a five-year-old James hugged up to his mama, and Marta was a crying mess.  She had littered kisses all over James’ face, but he couldn’t get enough.  “Yeah, those boys were always going to be in our lives.  Story and Iris could have done worse.”

“They found men that reminded them of you,” Ransom shakes his head starting to cry.  Mentioning his daughters growing up always hurt him the worst.  “Aster, too.  The man that she fell for, you hand picked for her.  Remember the months we had to listen to Beck did this, Beck did that.  Beck is so amazing.  And our sweet Ellie belly fell for him first.  Beck was falling for a woman he didn’t even know because of you and Ellie.  Even Chris.  Did you ever think you would let your twenty-year-old daughter move a boy in this house?” 

Ransom shakes his head no.  Chris was far from anything like Ransom.  “He doesn’t look anything like you.  What with the tattoos, and piercings.”

“I’ve got piercings!”

“Yes, baby, you’ve got piercings.  Chris has everything pierced.  I’m sure there’s holes in his body with no piercings.  But I’m talking about his ease at comforting Lucifer.  I knew he was the one, when she stopped coming to me, just to be held for an hour.”

“She still did that?” you nod your head at him.  Just like Ransom and Harlan had a tender relationship with Lucy, so did you.  

“She’ll still do it every now and then, but typically it’s Chris’ arms she wants.  That big man just has to wrap his arms around her, give her a little squeeze, and she breathes easier.”

“That’s what you were doing?  You were squeezing our daughter to death?  And don’t you dare call me ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

“I’m not.  You’re just ridiculous.”

“I’ve got a new bottle of blue pills.  How long you wanna go?”

“Ransom Drysdale!  Are you never gonna stop wanting to have sex with me?”

His lip curls up in disgust and he shakes his head no, “Looking at these photos kind upset your baby, and he needs comfort from your pussy and your boobies, please give me that.  I just want, no, I need comfort, Kitten.  Please, let me make her purr.”

“Sweet moments are always ruined by your horny self.”

“You know, sex isn’t just for me.  I don’t hear you being all flat, it’s always, ‘Yes, baby.  Ran right there.’ I have had you screaming my name for one hundred years.”

“We’re not that old.”

“And we’ve been married for ninety.”

“That number is wrong, too.”

“And right now, I just want to play with my Kitty Cat.  Please, please, please?”

You roll your eyes laughing.  Getting up to go make you a cup of coffee, “What are you doing?”

“Giving myself some energy so I can have sex with you.”

“Oh!  Let me take my blue pill, that I don’t need, I just want to make sure things are nice and long lasting for you.”

“You know, sometimes ten minutes is plenty.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Ran, we have had sex for...” you stop to count on your fingers how long it had actually been.

“Eh,” he raises his eyebrow smiling really big at you, “Just say it’s been a hundred years.  I don’t need to know the actual number, I just need to know that you’re the only cunt that I’m sinking my cock into until the end of time.”

“Okay, yeah.  Until the end of time.  Your cock, my pussy.  You want some coffee?”

“Yeah, bring some cookies and snacks in here.  We’re having a marathon!”

“You’re so ridiculous, baby!”

“But you love me!” he says as he rushes into the bedroom.  And you really do.  You love every part of Ransom.  Every moment with him.  And if you had to do it again just to have these sentimental to sexual moments, you would do it again and again.  Because Hugh Ransom Drysdale and your family was worth it.

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[kjack89]

It’s Friday night, post something stupid:

Modern Soulmate/soulmark AU where the words on you are the words your soulmate says when they realize it’s you (their oh moment, so to speak).

Anyway, Grantaire’s words are stark against his wrist for the world to see: I told you so.

There’s only ever one person he wants to hear say those words to him, but Enjolras has a different problem: he doesn’t have a soulmark.

Of course, they’re them so they find a way. The late nights, the arguments, the growing and figuring out who they actually are and what they actually want together…y’know.

And one night, lying together, Grantaire whispers to Enjolras, “It’s ok, you know.” Enjolras is silent but Grantaire knows he’s heard. “That I’m not your soulmate. You’re mine, and that’s enough for me.”

Enjolras rolls over to face him. “Soulmates are bullshit,” he says bluntly, “but that doesn’t change the fact that you are my soulmate, soulmarks be damned.”

Honestly, is it any surprise Grantaire fell for him?

But then COVID happens, and Enjolras goes deeply stir crazy, which is when Grantaire suggests the catalyst to our tale: “Why don’t you shave your head?” he offers casually on a Friday night, wholly unaware of what he has wrought.

And Enjolras considers it, and then: he does.

And as he’s shaving his head, a head that was born covered in fine, golden curls and was never shorn through his childhood like some kind of Samson, some words are revealed.

Grantaire’s eyes widen until he can’t help but blurt the words written there: “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

And Enjolras turns, and smirks, and says the words that Grantaire has stared at for years but never really allowed himself to believe until now: “I told you so.”

[stevesmullet]

hey! ur first request (i think). i was wondering if  u could  do  like  a  modern  day  au  where  steve  and  the  reader  are  trapped  in  the  house  during  covid  and  she  cuts  his  hair  and  fucks  it  up ?  thanks!

⤷   pairing: steve harrington x reader

⤷    pov: first person

⤷   word count: 392

⤷   warnings: none

⤷   it is my first request! i love this idea btw 🥺

⤷   masterlist (requests are open)

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“you’re sure you trust me with this?” you asked, scissors in hand.

“how bad could it be? it’s just a haircut.”

“just making sure.”

you were in your bathroom with steve in a chair in front of you, a towel wrapped around the back of his neck and draped over his shoulders. you faced the mirror while he was turned toward you, and his hair was wet.

“if i fuck it up, you can’t get mad at me.” your tone was ridiculously serious, but you knew how much he loved his hair.

“just do it.”

you sighed, snipping some hair and watching it fall to the floor.

“no going back now, i guess.”

the tool in your hands snipped away as you chopped half an inch from the brown locks you’d grown to treasure.

you’d gotten so into it and focused that you hadn’t even noticed how choppy it was. when you cut the last piece, you stepped back to look and your eyes went wide.

it was bad. worse than you could’ve imagined. in some places it was long, and in some places he was damn near bald. and apparently your body language gave it away.

“what? is it bad?” he asked, turning to look at his reflection.

neither of you said anything for a few seconds.

“i told you you can’t get mad at me,” you said quickly, putting the scissors down.

“uh... it’s good,” he lied. “it looks good.”

“no, it doesn’t.”

“no, it’s not bad. really.”

“you don’t have to lie to me, steve. i know it’s bad.”

his expression faltered and you made eye contact through the mirror.

“yeah, it’s bad.”

“should we buzz it?”

“no,” he said quickly. “it’s not like we’re gonna be leaving the house anytime soon, it’ll grow back out even.”

“that’s just even more reason to shave it.” he gave you a death glare in the mirror. “what? i’ve always been curious to know how you look bald.”

“hell no.” he stood up and ruffled the towel through his hair before kissing you. “we may be in lockdown but we don’t need to go crazy.”

you rolled your eyes. “i guess.” you looked at his hair one more time and laughed. “it would look way better than that mess.”

“you’re not gonna convince me to shave it.”

you shrugged. “worth a try.”

[godziiwa]

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synaisthesis (14k, violinst oikawa and pianist iwa, this is so good a deserves more, please read)

in the business of love (22k, fake dating) 

some fools rush in (7800 words fake dating)

i’ve been missing you for a long time (7300 words, fluff)

a little sweetness (2600 words)

breath in (5800 words, drugs)

hell mision (22k bodyguard iwa)

a coffe shop’s acoustics (23k coffe shop au and musician oikawa)

relationship thing (25, different first meeting)

fuck ups and hook ups (13k, ne night stands, smut with plot)

kissing both (1700, kissing both)

we might be (37k)

places (15k)

inside, this place is warm (6500 words, established relationship)

betrayal (2400, love conffesions)

meant to be (6000 words, college au)

galaxies, within you (21k college au)

kiss me on the mouth and set me free (18k mutual pining)

i’m no poet (4000 words, love conffesions, THIS IS SO SWEET)

the prince of yakuza (8000 yakuza smut)

just friends (6000 words friends with benefits)

misconceptions (5000 words, 5+1 things)

balustrade (10k, neighbors)

made of our longest days (4000 words, love conffesions)

burning heart (7000 words, firefighter iwa)

i want you, i’ll hope you’ll come to me (15k to all the boys au)

walking the dog (11k)

routine (2900 words)

terrarium (11k, THIS IS SO GOOD PLEASE READ)

fake it till you make it (12k youtubers au)

yours for the weekend (14k, actor oikawa)

we shine like diamonds (26k homophobia)

i shure hope that guy gets fired (29k, time-loop)

15 minutes (17k)

lips likes sugar (8000 words, practing kissing)

in this same space (23k, cosplayer oikawa and doujinka iwa)

thirty years and change (19k, future fic)

焦がれて怖くなる [I yearn for you so much that I'm getting scared] (4800 words, hanakotoba)

trouble with texting (12k texting)

salt water (8000 words)

the stars in your eyes (5350 words love confessions) 

it takes seven days (26k bakery au)

from your mortal enemy (11k, 5+1 things)

conqueror of hearts (29k royalty au)

stranger danger (14k texting college au)

the bachelor (16k the bachelor au)

my heart is where it’s always been (21k)

rise (12k, college au)

sleeping habits (6000 words)

KAGEHINA

blinding problem (hinata pines, 220k words)

I like the way your clothes smell (canonverse, 75k words)

dial (phone sex, the smut is immaculate, personally one of my favorites, 103k words)

I can do better (canonverse, 45k words)

deadly (this fanfic is so good please you have to read it, laundry au, 42k words)

the job (this is personally my favorite, you MUST read it, 61k words)

the crown and the crow (soulmate au)

happy birthday, idiot (fluff, canonverse, 31k)

love biscuits (fluff, humor, hinata is a vet)

something old and something new (this one is very cute, canonverse, 17k)

UPDATED 09/03/21

open 24 hours (smut, food kink, 11k)

sweet tooth (11k)

perfecting the latte heart (coffe shop au, 31k)

routine (29k, cam boy hinata)

that's it for now, I'll be updating once in a while

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mari’s omgcp fic reqs (:

some fics i’ve read lately and that i’m totes in luv with <3

— zimbits

i. you’re my amen, zimbits, by @/julibean19 https://archiveofourown.org/works/12801069/chapters/29218386

this crazy, 100k+ word zimbits fanfiction is just absolutely amazin. it has all of its highs and lows, and an insane plot twist that left me speechless and broken. but don’t be frightened! it has a happy ending, because that’s what our gay hockey boys deserve. also bitty is so absolutely amazin in this fanficion, my face hurts from smilin at him all of the time (: ps. shitty in this fic is just, like, absolutely hilarious and a friend that you just need in your life. he calls jack “mon petit fromage” (my little cheese) and i couldn’t breathe for like ten minutes after first readin. 

ii. bitty of goose lake, zimbits, by @/itsybitsybitty https://archiveofourown.org/works/17622797/chapters/41548541

this totally awesome and interestin 37k word au is everythin i love in a fanfiction. without givin away spoilers, jack is.. kind of in a honked up situation, and bitty jus loves his emotional support goose that eats all his pies and sometimes hugs him when he’s feelin sad. i’ve reread this fanfiction religiously and it never gets old. 

— patater

iii. put on my shoes and run away, patater, by @/maraudeer https://archiveofourown.org/works/27466612

YOOOOO KENT PARSON GETS THERAPY MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSSS!!! i’d call that a fuckin W. this 7k word oneshot is the cutest soulmate au i’ve ever read! and i LOVE soulmate aus, let me tell y’all. alexei and kent are jus the cutest together and along the journey of realization that their shared dreams have been with each other, alexei is the softest human being ever. did i mention how much i love alexei? gosh!

iv. two feet in front of me, patater, by @/maraudeer https://archiveofourown.org/works/17665718/chapters/41664608

i mean, babes, it’s a 19k word bachelors au. what else is there to say? alexei’s a gay mess and we’re ALL here for it. also i jus really love kent parson in this story, don’t know why. (we alr know i’m a kinnie,, movin on-) 

— nurseydex

v. everyone wonders what it’s like to be loved by you, nurseydex, @/jennycaakes https://archiveofourown.org/works/29450085/chapters/72342033

okay!! so i don’t really know what hang the dj is or what the au is inspired by but it doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things (: basically it’s an incredibly angsty (i mean what do you expect with nurseydex, dudes?), cute story!! EESH CAN I BE ANYMORE BLUNT UHH it’s cute and fuCK IM BAD AT THESE THINGS !!!!! 

vii. love finds you, nurseydex, @/hockeysometimes, poindextears https://archiveofourown.org/works/22089940/chapters/52718095

i searched through 29 out of the 45 pages of my archive of our own history to find this fuckin book and anyways. OKAY this 200k+ word fic (please it’s worth it) is amazin nd i know the entire plot nd have read it more than thrice and please it’s so good. basically nursey loses motivation and goes for a nice drive and OOPS he ends up 60 years in the past and meets closeted cutie dex. kent parson is my favourite thing about this fic please and the side zimbits is absolutely fuckin adorable. i think abt this fic religiously.

— pimbits

viii. the camera tells secondhand lies, bitty/kent/jack, @/summerfrost https://archiveofourown.org/works/11199471/chapters/25011333

HOLY SHIT IT’S A BIG BROTHER AU SIDUFHG. i. love. THIS. i think about it ALLLLL of the time!!! kent’s super swag and i absolutely love jack’s character in this. bitty’s also rlly horny but like it’s fine cuz i would be too if i was near kent parson for longer than an hour.

— honourable mentions

all hail the underdogs, nurseydex, @/xiaq https://archiveofourown.org/works/15446814/chapters/35854725

do i even need to explain?

and i’m so furious (at you for making me feel this way), nurseydex, @/dharmainitiative https://archiveofourown.org/works/15194981

nurseydex hogwarts au WHICH!!! i don’t agree with the houses. dex is a slytherin and that is FINAL.

crossed wires, nurseydex, @/lecrivaineanonyme https://archiveofourown.org/works/8258459

another fic i think about religiously. bro it’s a dex!best buy au. he works at BEST BUY!!! i agree

love and insomnia, zimbits, @/wrathoftthestag https://archiveofourown.org/works/25391977/chapters/61573672

it’s a 2020 fic where zimbits meet during quarantine and it’s just adorable. also it makes me sad cuz the author wrote like an ending without covid-19 anymore and it made me sad cuz like,,, i need an ending pls

<3

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LARRY FIC REC - recently read

1. I don't want a taste (I want it all) [3K] by  thedaggerrose (blessedfetish)

What Louis really needed was a fat fucking nap.

What Louis got instead was some hipster-looking wannabe arguing with him over the validity of avocado toast.

Or the AU where Harry tells Louis to go fuck himself, Louis tells Harry to fuck him himself, and Harry follows through.

✨ Cute and hot + they bantering over avocado tost.

2. Right Side of the Wrong Bed [10K] by  eyesofshinigami 

There, standing in a pair of ridiculously tiny briefs and wielding a frying pan in one hand, is quite possibly the prettiest boy he's ever seen. Louis scrubs a hand across his face. "I'm in the wrong goddamn flat, aren't I?"

Or, the one where Louis wakes up on the wrong couch only to meet his future husband (even if Harry doesn't know it yet).

✨ This was not the first and won’t be the last time I read this fic. It’s super fun, hot, and even though it’s “just” 10K, their connection is really well-built.

3. When Least Expected [22K] by  Rearviewdreamer

Drowning in a sea of emails and Zoom meetings in the living room, his lonely son falling more and more behind in his kitchen classroom, and crushing weight of the world being on house arrest for the foreseeable future, one fateful online interaction suddenly has everything looking up.

✨Louis’ kid is having a hard time trying to adjust to the new reality brought by COVID, until he starts having music classes with music teacher Harry, and things start looking up for both father and son. Very sweet fic and really interesting to see them falling on love over this hard times.

4. Naked Attraction #2 [29K] by reader_chic_2

“By the way, I checked you out quite a lot before your tube was raised.”

Harry smiled lustrously, “Yeah? More than Leonard? He might have been crazy, but he was sort of cute.”

Louis raised an eyebrow. “Maybe to you, Styles, but I don’t enjoy dominating in the bedroom.”

“Is that so?” Harry licked his lips. “Funnily enough, I do.”

Louis felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. “I’m not sure if someone as adorable as you could dish out commands.”

Harry laughed brightly, and in a second flat his hand reached out and gripped his hip so hard it made Louis gasp. His eyes darkened, boring into Louis’ with a burning intensity. “And I’m not sure someone as mouthy as you could take my commands. Want to test it out?”

. . .

Louis Tomlinson is the first openly gay football player in the Premier football League. He was outed by the paps, but he’s had to embrace it since then. To show he doesn’t have shame in it, he goes onto Naked Attraction, and all the money will go to LGBTQ+ support, but he has made some changes to the show. Incidentally, he meets a certain Harry Styles there, and that is when things get interesting...

✨ This was really really fun, loved their dynamic and found it a very original story. Fluff, fun and smut. 

✨ Additional tags: Spanking. Subspace.  

5. Hold Me Closer [36K] by  balanceds

Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company's history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.

✨ I’m not an expert but from the comments it seems the writter nailed the “dancing world” characterization (even though you don’t have to know anything about it to enjoy it). There’s some good banter and friendship; hot smut; lots of pining and not that much angst.

6. Whisper The Wind [36K] by  jacaranda_bloom

Louis’ father has political ambitions and decides it’s time for Louis to step up as the company’s Chief Financial Officer. Louis thinks this is a monumentally stupid idea. After storming off in a rage he has a chance meeting with a tall, dark, curly haired stranger. A technical glitch with their shared elevator finds Louis spending twenty minutes with the most intriguing man he’s ever met. Unfortunately the man is leaving London the very next day and moving to Australia to work at his mates surf school. Timing, as they say, can fuck right off.

Fast forward three years and Louis is miserable, a shadow of the man he once was, working in his father’s company, and hating every moment. At his thirtieth birthday party, surrounded by people he doesn’t know or doesn’t like, he decides to throw it all in and follow the impossible dream. Happiness, a fulfilling life, and someone to love. The question is, will that dream be found ten thousand miles away on a sandy beach, with a curly headed surfer dude?

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Or the one where Louis rides an elevator that may change his life forever, Harry loves the ocean but is a terrible surfer, Liam proves not all heroes wear capes, and Niall might actually have all the answers.

✨ No angst, this is 36K of pure fluff and hot smut (read tags). They fall in love almost immediately, so they are already together most of the story.

7. King of wishful thinking [38K] by  Star_Henderson

“Don't umm don't get on the bus, come inside.” Louis blurted the words out, speaking quickly.

Harry looked startled.

“Just. Look I don't know if I want..” Louis scrubbed his face with his hand. “I'll pay for your time. Just come in.”

Harry stepped away from the bus stop and the bus sailed straight past.

“What's umm what do you guys make these days?”

Harry shuffled his feet. “Depends. Like two hundred an hour.”

Louis hummed. “Reasonable.” He gestured towards the hotel. “Come up for a drink or some room service or something.”

Harry scraped the toe of his already scuffed boots on the floor. “You don't have to do this, I feel like… like you're a nice person who feels bad but it's fine. I get it. You don't have to make it up to me.”

Louis stared at Harry. It'd been so long since he'd even spoken to a guy let alone hung out with one. He'd enjoyed the banter and the flirting.

“Come up.” Louis’ voice was soft.

Harry’s face bloomed into a smile. “Ok.”

✨This is another one that I’ve read more than once and still love. Sex worker Harry. Really sweet, very well-written and their love is really well constructed. 

8. hush. [41K] by  Wankerville

“I don't like you like that, Harry.”

“See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.”

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or an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.

✨ Read the tags! My notes on this one were: SO SO BEAUTIFULLLLL. Loved it, angst (but not a heartbreaking one), SO MUCH FLUFF, great dialogues, great banter and smut. Loved it!!! (lol)

9.  Don't Look Down [91K] by  zarah5

AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

✨I love everything they write and this one wasn’t different. Amazing characterization, great dialogues, great banter! Absolutely loved it! Not much smut. A bit angsty, wanted to punch Louis at times, but all ended well. 

10. Let Me Be Your Star [252K] by  lovelarry10

Harry Styles has always been a singer, but he’s never had much confidence in himself. When his idol is brought on as the new judge on The X-Factor, he figures, what the hell? He’d get to sing and meet his idol. What could go wrong?

~

Louis Tomlinson has always wanted to mentor young musicians. When he’s asked to be a judge on The X-Factor, it’s a dream come true, everything he ever wanted. What he didn’t expect was to meet a curly-headed stranger that would turn his life upside down

✨Hot smut, a lot of fluff and not that much angst. Harry seems a bit immature (which makes sense for his age) but their relatioship is really sweet. (I also enjoy that the writer included pictures of how they imagined H and L on each presentation)

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My 2020 AO3 Unwrapped

Thanks for the tag, @tortoisesshells!! Let’s do a little damage report. All fics, unsurprisingly, for Mercy Street.

First funny thing: I did not remember at all that I had an 11 month writing hiatus from late March 2019 to late Feb 2020. And guess what brought me out of it? No, not COVID. No, not even the Mercy Street Renaissance that came along with it. Nope, it was this seemingly innocuous ask by @tortoisesshells that launched a borderline crackship nobody asked for :)

Total Word Count 2020: AO3 totals 107K, but that’s complete BS.

From solo works (10 fics) : 21,388 words, which totally jives with by batting average of 2K per fic (and, incidentally, also the distance I typically run before my brain starts playing “This is crap. Running sucks. Why am I even doing this? Why 3K more? This is crap.” on repeat.) 

From team works (2 fics): This is where it gets complicated. Let’s say about half of We Run a Very Tight Ship (so ~16K out of 32,232 word), and... oooooh boy.... hard to tell with A Mansion House Murder (54,107 words), as many chapters were co-written and/or cut & paste-scrapbook style with @broadwaybaggins‘s work... so let’s go for about 15K?

Grand total: ~52K (with a ± 10% margin of error). No way close to what all you fine folks did, but still 4x my 2019 outpout of a meazly 12.5K, and my best year since joining in 2017 by a good 20K. So yay!

Top 5 By Word Count:

A Mansion House Murder (15K / 54K - and that’s not even counting all the related fics/ background stories / cut scenes that got posted individually. We really ought to make a Director’s Cut of the whole thing!) 

We Run a Very Tight Ship (16K / 32K and counting. The ship sails again!)

Dangerously Close to One Another (3248 words)

Adoro Te Devote (3152 words, but one chapter is doubled - one in original French, the other translated in English. So... not sure about this one.)

Until the Sun Comes Up over Santa Monica Boulevard (2961 words)

Hospital Blues & Silver Belles (2679 words) - If #4 is disqualified and we need at least one from another fandom... or at least crossing over to one :)

Top 5 By Kudos (which is too bad as Mercy Street Fandom is totally Kickass Comments Central)

A Mansion House Murder

We Run a Very Tight Ship 

TIE - Until the Sun Comes Up over Santa Monica Boulevard

TIE - Pony Up

Footsteps on the floorboards (really?!)

Top Fic Overall:

Well, depends based on what.

Time spent: It has to be A Mansion House Murder. I joined this team effort with @mercurygray, @jomiddlemarch, @tortoisesshells , @broadwaybaggins and @fericita-s and was happy to go with the flow wherever it may lead. As we had not agreed to a set endpoint from the get go, it was such fun to read what each super talented writer added and see what could be a potential clue, and discuss the chapters in a dazzling cascade of essay-worthy comments. @broadwaybaggins, @fericita-s and I tackled the final 2-3 chapters (which eventually turned to 12-13 because they ended up being much longer than anticipated and would’ve thrown off the full story’s rhythm) and it was a whole different type of challenge to see how to tie everything together and try and provide a satisfying ending. It may not be perfect, but I’m still really proud of the work we did, Dream Team!

Most fun: I’m gonna go with Cruise Ship because co-writing with @jomiddlemarch in a modern, boozed up AU with my everyday sailor-level language is always a fucking blast. I also had tons of fun in @broadwaybaggins‘s Summer Camp AU sandbox with Pony Up and getting these crazy kids drunk enough on vodka & Sunny D for some Never Have I Ever and Magic Miking by the campfire.

Personnal: I’m gonna shout out An Excess of Black Bile because it did not make any of the lists and was written from a darker personnal perspective, resulting in something quite different to my typical writing style. 

Adoro Te Devote was incredibly self-indulgent as it allowed me to create my first OC, write in French AND have some sexy Phoster banter; last week, I came up too late with ideas for a Christmas sequel, so.. maybe next year. 

And of course, I can’t not mention all the time and effort spent with Haliza, which I’m well aware is not everyone’s cup of tea (or, in this particular ship’s case, wine, sherry, whisky, brandy, port...) but to those of you who did find it enjoyable and encouraged me to continue down that very unexpected road, many thanks and cheers!

Double- tagging mutuals who haven’t answered yet @broadwaybaggins, @jomiddlemarch, @the-spaztic-fantastic

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Weekly Writing Updates

***********READ THIS FIRST**************

Before I get into the actual update I want to explain a bit of what has been going on in my own life first because you are going to see that dates have changed. 

I am going to be taking Two Months Off from posting and will be returning in DECEMBER. For the sake of transparency and hopefully understanding I want to explain why this is happening.

Lets go all the way back to March when things really started getting crazy with COVID and schools (including the one I work for) moved to virtual learning. I experienced a lot of initial anxiety with that (which I think we all did) that kept me from writing as much as I normally do. I have a pretty significant history with anxiety that I’m not going to outline here but I can say that it has been bad in the past. I thing I have never experienced before was how Anxiety can shift to Depression but as COVID stay at home orders went from being a couple weeks to pretty much being for the foreseeable future that happened to me. There was a period of time where just getting out of bed was really hard- Obviously this further impacted my writing.

Over the summer things started to get better- I started to get better. I found a routine that worked for me, and I was looking forward to the start of the school year even though I knew it was going to be chaotic. Then right as I got my feet under me, it happened- My supervisor was fired. Not because she did anything illegal or anything like that, just district politics. Beyond the personal disappointment that came with the fact that we worked well together, and I was going to miss her, there was the problem of who was appointed to replace her. It became clear very early on that the new women didn’t have the knowledge to do the job. It took a little longer to realize just how unprofessional and retaliator she is. I can’t go into a lot of detail about what has been happening due to confidentiality reasons, but I can say that the last two months (since this woman was appointed) has been HELL for me. I have cried almost daily because of this woman and her horrible treatment of myself and others.

One thing I learned from my last job was that you should never stay at a job if you are miserable so as hard as it was for me (because I still love many of the people I work with) I began looking for a new job. The good news is that within a week and a half of seriously pursuing something I was offered a new position, and that is such a relief! The thing is they want me to start in October and the position is in Delaware.

So I’m moving again which wasn’t exactly the plan. Right now I am in a whirlwind of applying for my licensure in Delaware, completing all my employment paperwork, trying to find a new apartment, and packing. It’s all happened so fast and I’m still a big old ball of anxiety but at least there is hope at the end of the tunnel now.

So I have decided to take a few months off from posting to take a stressor off my plate as I move and settle in. I will still be writing as time allows, just without impending due dates.

What I’m asking for from all of you is understanding and patience. PLEASE DON’T send me asks asking me if I’m really taking two months off or can’t I start posting sooner. I know asks like that come from a good place but it fucking hurts. This WAS NOT an easy decision for me. I want nothing more then to keep posting and interacting at my normal rate but I’m also trying to get through one of the hardest things I have ever dealt with.

I’m still going to post my weekly writing updates because it is a good way to keep all of you up to date with what is going on. I’m always going to try to post updates about my life as things happens even though that in general is hard for me.

Now onto the actually updates!

All Moments Delix                                          

Chapter 31- Complete -Anticipated Post Date 12/4

Chapter 32- Draft Complete - Anticipated Post Date 1/

Chapter 33- Complete- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 34- Draft Complete- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 35- Complete- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 36- Complete- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 37- Complete- Anticipate Post Date

Chapter 38- Draft in Progress- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Prompt Based Ficlets

Delix & Solangelo kid fic -Outline complete

Anon- Felix thanksgiving prompt

Kyle and “Mysterious Handsome” (AKA- Cecil) meeting- Draft in progress

Solangelo spanking prompt

Delix & Solangelo double-date prompt- Outline Complete

@ satan-with-grey-socks Morning after prompt- Outline complete

Anon prompt: How everyone acts toward Felix following the break up with Dean

@fionaisabel13 prompt Felix acceptance letter

Sex toy prompt

Felix prom prompt

Delix at Camp Half Blood fic-

Chapter 19- DRAFT IN PROGRESS- Anticipated Post Date 12/7

Chapter 20- Outline Complete- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 21 Anticipated Post Date

Other Projects:

Solangelo Mortal Delinquent AU-            

Chapter 13- Complete- Posted on Website – Ao3 9/26

Chapter 14- Complete- Posted on Website – Ao3

Chapter 15- Complete- Posted on Website – Ao3

Chapter 16- Complete- Posted on Website – Ao3

Chapter 17- Complete- Posted on Website – Ao3

Chapter 18- COMPLETE- Anticipated Post Date 9/24

Chapter 19- DRAFT IN PROGRESS- Anticipated Post Date 12/30

Chapter 20- Anticipated Post Date 1/27

Chapter 21- Anticipated Post Date 2/25

Chapter 22- Anticipated Post Date 3/25

Chapter 23- Anticipated Post Date 4/29

Chapter 24- Anticipated Post Date 5/27

Chapter 25- Anticipated Post Date 6/24

Chapter 26- Anticipated Post Date 7/29

Chapter 27- Anticipated Post Date 8/26

Chapter 28- Anticipated Post Date 9/30

Chapter 29- Anticipated Post Date 10/28

Chapter 30- Anticipated Post Date 11/25

Chapter 31- Anticipated Post Date 12/30

Chapter 32- Anticipated Post Date

Chapter 33- Anticipated Post Date

PJO Fancy Word One-Shot Compilation-

Aesthete – Draft complete

Ailurophile – Draft complete 

Ailurophile – Draft complete

Lascivious -Outline Complete 

Prurient- Outline Complete 

basorexia – Draft in Progress

Mellifluous- Draft Complete

Sweven- Draft complete

Liaison

Seraglio 

Serendipity

Bibliophile

Kismet  

Lascivious- OUTLINE COMPLETE

College AU

Chapter 1- Draft complete

Chapter 2- Draft complete

Chapter 3- Draft complete

Chapter 4- Draft complete

Chapter 5- Draft Complete

Chapter 6- Draft Complete

Chapter 7- DRAFT IN PROGRESS

Chapter 8- Outline Complete

Chapter 9- Outline Complete

Chapter 10- Outline Complete

Chapter 11- Outline Complete

Chapter 12- Outline Complete

Chapter 13- Outline Complete

Chapter 14- Outline Complete

Chapter 15- Outline Complete

Chapter 16- Outline Complete

College AU Delix Companion Fic

Chapter 1- Outline Complete

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Other Projects

Sequel to the Hogwarts AU

Chapter 1- Draft Complete

Chapter 2- Draft Complete

Chapter 3- Draft Complete

Chapter 4- Draft Complete

Chapter 5- Draft in Progress

Chapter 6- Outline Complete

Chapter 7- Outline Complete

Chapter 8- Outline Complete

Chapter 9- Outline Complete

Chapter 10- Outline Complete

Delix as Demigods 😉

Chapter 1- Draft Complete

Chapter 2- Draft Complete

Chapter 3- Draft Complete

Chapter 4- DRAFT COMPLETE

Chapter 5- Outline complete

Chapter 6- Outline complete

Chapter 7- Outline complete

Chapter 8- Outline complete

Chapter 9- Outline Complete

Chapter 10- Outline Complete

Chapter 11- Outline Complete

Chapter 12- Outline Complete

Chapter 13- Outline Complete

Chapter 14- Outline Complete

Chapter 15- Outline Complete

Chapter 16- Outline Complete

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

[kamilah-the-bloodqueen]

For the anon who wanted a fic where Kamilah and Amy don’t know each other: This is a short 2-3 part, one-shot AU where Amy is working as a Barista and meets Kamilah in a frenzy yatta yatta yatta you get the idea. It’s not smuuty yet because I wanted to kind of develop some sort of relationship between them?? Part 2 (and 3 if i choose to not be lazy) will be smutty I promise ;) 

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy)

Warnings: Fluff? I don’t know there’s no angst because FUCK ANGST

*BEEP BEEP*

Amy groaned, covering her face with her pillow as she rolled over, hitting snooze on her phone. It was too early for this, she thought as she smacked the snooze button. 

*BEEP BEEP*

Amy glanced at her phone, her eyes squinting as she sighed glancing at the time. 5:20. 

“5:20?!?! I overslept damnit!!!” Amy tumbled out of bed, rubbing her eyes as she hurried towards her closet. She hastily pulled her cellphone out to see 4 missed calls from Zig. She threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, grabbed her wallet and scurried out the door, furiously typing apologies to Zig.

Sorry Zig! I overslept! 

Hey no worries, just don’t let it happen again. Not a great first day, see you when you get here. 

Amy speed walked down the empty streets of New York, the faint glow of the streetlights giving Amy some level of comfort as she dashed down the sidewalks. She hastily texted to Lily, explaining the entire fiasco, totally ignorant to the gorgeous woman who barely made it out of the cafe before Amy tumbled straight into her, spilling the scalding coffee over both of them. Amy shook her arms as she picked up her phone before meeting the woman’s cold and irritated gaze. Amy opened her mouth to apologize, but the stranger's deep brown eyes captivated her, even in their irritation. Amy took in the woman’s defined features, her dark brown hair, her coffee-stained maroon suit, her perfectly simple makeup. Amy swore she heard the woman mumble under her breath but she was too dazed to have caught it, she fiddled with her jeans as she handed the woman a half soggy 20$ bill before shuffling inside.

“I am terribly sorry. It’s my first day and quite possibly my last.” Amy bowed her head as the stranger huffed in anger, crunching her bill between her hands as she strided off, her angry eyes speaking louder than anything she could have said. 

“What happened?” Zig questioned as Amy put an apron on over her wet t-shirt, tears welling in her eyes as she asked the next customer for their order. 

“Nuffin..” She sniffled as she began to brew a regular coffee, Zig almost interjected but decided it was best to leave Amy to her own and not escalate the situation. 

The rest of the day went by smoothly, Amy brewing all the coffee precisely, nearly impressing Zig with her barista skills. Amy sighed as Zig shut the lights off for the night, handing Amy a small bag and an envelope as they walked into the streets of New York. 

“What’s this?” Amy raised an eyebrow as she curiously took the items from his hands.

“Despite you spilling coffee all over yourself and a customer, it’s your share of the tips and your share of the leftover pastries. We don’t waste here.” Zig smiled as he held up his own bag and envelope, smiling at Amy as he turned on his way. “Have a good night Amy! See you tomorrow!” 

Amy smiled as she strided back to her apartment, immediately investigating the bag of pastries as she entered the threshold. Lily bouncing off of the couch to greet her as she  set the bag on the table. 

“You rushed out the door so quickly this morning I didn’t even see you go!! What’s in the bag?” Lily beamed with excitement as Amy handed her a french pastry, Lily biting into it and savoring the sweet cream. “How was it?” Lily sat down on the barstool as Amy flopped onto the couch, closing her eyes before taking a deep breath. 

“I didn’t even make it in the front door before I spilled coffee all over this woman, but other than that it was fine.” Amy buried her face in the pillows, embarrassed at the recollection of this morning's catastrophe. Her mind ran rampant at all of the other ways that interaction could have gone as Lily placed a reassuring hand on Amy’s shoulder. 

“Don’t sweat it okay? You look like you’ve been hit by a bus, you should sleep…” Lily gently nudged Amy towards her bedroom as Amy dragged herself up off the couch. She hugged Lily firmly before shuffling off to her bed, flopping down and falling asleep with her jeans still on. 

“You’re a trainwreck Amy…” Lily plopped herself on the couch, starting her PS4 as she laughed lightly, “but you’re my best friend so I love you anyways, sleep well.” 

Amy woke up early the next day, on time to the cafe without any coffee spilling incidents. She put her apron on, put the new coffee filters in and turned the open sign on before Zig arrived. 

“You’re 30 minutes early.” Zig shuffled in the door, hanging his jacket on the back door as he ruffled his slick hair, smiling at Amy as she handed him a fresh cup of coffee. “Thanks, I guess this is part of the apology for probably driving away one of our customers?” He winked as he sipped from the cup, his eyes lighting up at how good it was for just a simple cup of coffee. 

“I added caramel, tends to sweeten it just a little. Hope you don’t mind…” Amy fiddled with her hands as the bell to the door rang, where the same woman from yesterday stood. Her eyes found Amy as she scowled, walking straight up to the register Karen style, tapping her nails hastily against the counter. 

“Hi what can I get for you today…?” Amy asked as she gently rubbed the buttons of the register, refusing to meet the cold gaze of the woman. 

“A regular coffee. No cream. No sugar.” The woman held out a 100$ bill before Amy had any time to react, Zig cutting in and smiling as he took the bill and worked the register, gesturing for Amy to begin the simple order. 

“Welcome back Kamilah.” He smiled and Amy caught the woman smiling back, not romantically but as if they’d known each other a while.

“I’m going to assume she’s new? I would assume you train your employees better than that…” Kamilah nodded towards Amy who nearly dropped the coffee again before holding it out with a cheeky smile. 

“I am sorry about that-” 

“Everyone has bad days Kamilah, even you I’m sure.” Zig smiled as he handed her the coffee, Kamilah examining the cup before taking a gentle sip. 

“Perhaps, I suppose this cup and that apology will have to do. This is still my favorite cafe and I refuse to let a mor-” she hesitated, letting out a small cough before continuing, “inexperienced barista ruin it for me.” She strided out of the door as Amy sniffled, turning towards the back door as Zig gave her a reaffirming hug. Amy sighed, wiping her eyes in embarrassment before nodding silently, turning back to the counter with a smile. 

“Let’s get to work.” She greeted the next customer with a smile, brushing the thought of Kamilah aside. She closed the cafe with Zig again, even creating a slick little handshake between them as they parted ways for the night, Amy heading back home where Lily sat, perched on the counter. 

“Better today?” She asked, gently taking the bag of pastries from Amy. 

“Yeah. How was your day Lily?” Amy sat on the couch, Lily coming over and sitting next to her. 

“Nothing much. The usual you know, crazy exes and choices the Nanny Affair….” Lily stifled a yawn as Amy raised an eyebrow.

“You still play that silly game?” She let out a laugh as Lily stood up from the couch, dramatically pouting.

“I’m into girls,  we have limited selection okay?” Lily fell to the floor, grabbing a pillow and making herself comfortable there before they both broke into laughter. 

“You seem tired?” Amy patted Lily gently as they both stifled yawns. 

“Yeah, we’re both hard working women who deserve sleep.” Lily jumped up and began to walk towards her room, “Hopefully we work this late rent out and then we can spend more time together…” Lily frowned as Amy raced over and pulled her into a hug. 

“We will, I promise. I love you girl!” They hugged tightly before retreating to their rooms for the night. 

The next morning was a mix between Lily and Amy grumpily sharing waffles as they made fun of the choices tumblr fandom and their crazy batshit. Lily heading off to build computers for the little company she had started, ``That Gamer Girl” that had taken quite a success during the covid crisis earlier that year. The covid crisis that was also responsible for putting Amy out of work and throwing their rent up and out of their budget. Amy made it to work, greeting Zig again before Kamilah showed up in her usual grumpy manner. Amy turned around before she even made it to the register and handed Kamilah a hot cup of coffee, her name written on the cup as Amy smiled. Kamilah raised an eyebrow as Zig watched with a mix of caution and amusement. 

“One black coffee, no sugar or cream.” Amy held the cup out as Kamilah tilted her head before taking the cup and placing the 100$ bill into the tip jar. Amy tried to hide her pride as she almost caught Kamilah smiling at her, before turning to Zig and going to the back. Zig approached Kamilah with an amused look as they both watched Amy walk through the back doors. 

“She’s cute isn’t she?” Zig playfully inquired, causing Kamilah to scoff and roll her eyes as she sipped the coffee. 

“Not the word I would use.” Kamilah nodded to him as she headed out, taking a deeper breath and letting herself smile at the girl’s sweet gesture. Amy felt herself blush in the back as she remembered the way Kamilah had *almost* smiled at her. She shook her head at herself before heading inside where Zig greeted her with a smile. 

“What was that all about?” He raised an eyebrow as he made a frappuccino for a teenage girl, who impatiently tapped her foot as she scrolled through tik tok on her phone. 

“Nothing.” 

“Ah,” He let out a chuckle as he handed the frappuccino off and wiped his hands, “because that’s not what it looked like.” He smirked as Amy covered her face with her hands, she could feel the blood rushing to her face as he laughed. The rest of the day passed by quickly but not quick enough, Amy rushed home and began telling Lily all the juicy details of the job, and of Kamilah as they ate pastries while watching Netflix. 

“So she’s hot but?”

“But she’s out of my league.” 

“You don’t know that! Maybe that smile meant she wanted to-” Amy jumped off of the couch, covering her ears as Lily laughed and made inappropriate gestures with her hands and mouth. Amy rushed into her room, closing the door before yelling. 

“Goodnight you dirty minded fucker! I love you!” 

---Next Day---

The door bell dinged as Kamilah strutted into the cafe, Amy already holding out the cup of coffee as she smiled at Kamilah. 

“Good Morning!” Kamilah couldn’t help but give the girl a small smile, amused by her excitement this early in the morning. 

“Morning…” Kamilah hesitated, looking around for Zig. 

“He took the week off, to go on a roadtrip with his friends, so I’ll be here.” Amy smiled as Kamilah questioned why Zig would have left the cafe to such a new employee. 

“Is this going to be a usual thing? What if I change my order?” Kamilah playfully arched an eyebrow as Amy frowned before becoming flustered. 

“I-uh.” Kamilah smirked in satisfaction at how she had gotten her all frizzled. 

“Your name?” 

“Amy. Can’t you read the nametag?” Amy slammed her mouth shut at her words, they definitely came off the wrong way. Kamilah looked taken aback before laughing playfully, sipping her coffee before turning to leave.

“I like to be polite, Amy.” She left the cafe, leaving Amy stunned as the angry teenage girl entered demanding her complicated caramel frappuccino. 

Time passed by and Amy fell into a comfortable routine, even when Zig returned from his roadtrip. Waking up and chatting with Lily about all the juicy details of their lives and then heading to work, making a black cup of coffee with no cream or sugar every morning to be ready at precisely 6:00 when Kamilah would show up. She began to write her little notes and hide them under the cupholder or to draw a smiley face on her cup of coffee. Kamilah began to enjoy the presence of Amy, her genuine playfulness intrigued her, there was something about Amy that Kamilah just couldn’t lay her finger on, or maybe that was the problem. 

“Good Morning Kamilah!” Amy greeted Kamilah at the door, two cups of coffee in her hands instead of just one as Kamilah cautiously took them from her. 

“You made me two cups?” Kamilah arched a brow as Amy giggled, walking back behind the counter. 

“No silly! I changed one of them…” Amy smirked as Kamilah grimaced, “don’t worry! It wasn’t anything too complicated, I just thought you should broaden your horizons…” 

“And if I hate them?” 

“Then I’ll pay for them both and I’ll never try to broaden your horizons again…” Amy frowned as Kamilah sipped the changed cup of coffee. Despite always enjoying black coffee, whatever Amy had done to this cup was….pretty tasteful if Kamilah could say so. 

“It’s...actually pretty good...what did you do to it?” Kamilah took another sip as Amy bounced on her heels, a wide childish grin written across her face. 

“I added a bit of caramel! It’s how I like mine!” Amy took her hands behind her back and fiddled with them nervously as Kamilah smiled. A moment of silence passing before the usual teenage girl showed up, Amy handing her her usual frappuccino order. The girl took the drink and dumped it all over Amy as she furiously yelled for Zig, who shortly appeared from the back with his hands full of coffee beans. Kamilah jumped over the counter and began wiping the frappuccino from Amy’s shirt. 

“You dumb fuck I wasn’t going to order this today!” She screamed as Zig rolled his eyes, taking her order as Kamilah helped Amy recover. Amy met the dark brown eyes of Kamilah, following her features to her lips as Kamilah dried her shirt, rubbing her hands up and down Amy’s sides as she shivered; the cold frappuccino giving her a different type of wake up call. Amy tried to control herself but couldn’t, she leaned forward and gently kissed Kamilah on the lips, immediately standing and rushing out the back as Kamilah followed behind. 

“I’m sorry!” Amy turned around as soon as she stepped outside, bumping against Kamilah who stood there with a smirk. 

“Something tells me you’ve been wanting to do that…” Kamilah smirked as she pulled Amy’s notes from a pocket inside her blazer, Amy’s jaw dropping at the sight. 

“You...kept them?” Amy felt tears well up in her eyes as Kamilah laughed, Amy taking note of the way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Kamilah nodded silently before leaning down to kiss Amy once more, the taste of coffee on her lips as the smell of her lavender perfume drove Amy mad. Kamilah’s hands found Amy’s hips as she flipped her and pushed her against the back door, her lips moving to kiss along the baristas neck as Amy moaned softly. 

“I...should get back to work…” Amy mumbled against Kamilah’s lips as she tangled her hands in her hair, her body aching for more than just simple kisses.

“That’s not what your body is telling me...and I can hear it in your voice…” Kamilah huffed in frustration as Amy pulled away, scribbling her phone number on Kamilah’s hand before opening the back door with a smile- her cheeks still flushed pink as she gasped for air. 

“How about a date? Tomorrow night at 6?” Amy smiled at Kamilah’s shocked expression. She walked back into the cafe, leaving Kamilah stunned at what had just happened. 

[thoseindarkness]

DtD News Nov 2020

Thank you to anyone who came back for this nonsense. For brevity I have an announcement that I want to make up front. I didn't have room for it last month so I pushed it back, but I can't anymore. I had to make one major revision to the published story. I want people to know about it.

This is the TLDR version. I tell a more in-depth story at the end.

ANNOUNCEMENT

The summary: I had a bad outline walking into writing Mistrust Goes Both Ways. I ran into a problem mid-story. Instead of stopping and taking the time I needed, I challenged myself to creatively solve my way out of my problems. I re-started with about half of what I'd written, published Mistrust Goes Both Ways, and restarting my outline with high hopes.  I was proud of myself for rising to the challenge.

Despite my best efforts, it didn't work out. In the end, I had to scrap my outline. I was able to structure the end I was going for and spent the end of 2019 trying to link the first two stories to the ending I wanted. It wasn't working. Then TRoS. Then COVID. Here we are. In June, I started experimenting with scrapping Mistrust and restarting from Read Between.

Mistrust Goes Both Ways will not be part of the finished story when I'm done. I know some of you love it. I love it. I have no intention of taking it down. I might, for a short time, when I'm posting the final story. I'll let you know if that happens and it will go back up afterward. I don't have specifics as there's no point planning for it now.

For right now, nothing is changing on my AO3 account. Feel free to read and comment to your hearts content. I promise it will stay up forever to remind me that some mistakes are worth sharing with others. I learned good lessons from this mistake. It stays.

That being said I think I owe you an actual update on the progress of this story.

WHAT THE HELL I DID THIS MONTH

After my first update I needed to re-integrate with Reylo friends. Funnily enough, that pulled me into another fic. I've been working on that between following this election. Now that it's called I can get back to writing. I tried a couple of times since I voted on Oct 30th, but I knew it wasn't what I wanted to be thinking about.

Thankfully, I've also begun doing more social/political essays lately. I'm not sure what overall form or shape those may take and I haven't published any. Still, I was creative and I did plenty of writing. Interestingly, all this political focus is good for Deceive the Deceiver. Spinning and listening to conspiracy theories is a big part of weaving a world like this one. A great deal comes from my thoughts and perceptions of the real world.

WHERE DTD IS

As of right now I am in the process of first drafting the entire story with Read Between as the starting point. That is, every one of the short stories in the series. What I'm doing is somewhere between a history, an outline and random scene writing. All of these elements are currently strung together in one long, continuous, chronological, first draft. It's everything from the history before Read Between (which starts in the 1930's), all the way to the final scene of DtD.

I'm taking all the good ideas I've created in the last couple of years and re-organizing them into a first pass. It's the skeleton and some of the meat now. I'm slowly building out now that I have a blank-er slate. It's about choosing what works and what doesn't.

I call it accordion writing. It just gets bigger and bigger. This outline will later level up into the first full story drafts for each part. I've got so much history when I finish this I might… I'm getting ahead of myself. Don't want to give too many clues away.

Another interesting thing that's happened recently is I've started pulling bits of other fic ideas that I’m just not gonna finish. A big chuck of the history I stole from a modern/academia AU where Ben and Rey are history students specializing in the ancient Jedi religion. Another was a complication between characters came from a canon story where I wanted to paint the relationship with a new layer. We'll see if I can pull that off.

I spent a lot of time prior to this year focusing on the heroes but my villains hadn't gotten much love. Filling in the history has given me a chance to flesh out the villains. All their moves and countermoves, woven through the bits I already have, are spinning a pretty tapestry. Oh, the villains are so much fun to write!

This other fic came together in the same sort of accordion fashion and it's been fun working through the kinks in the process now that I've seen some of the weak points on a scale like DtD. I think I've mentioned, but this is a writing experiment for me and I'm most invested now in improving my process and clue-threading with DtD. This other fic is helping me test it on a smaller scale.

Not that this needs to get any longer, I'm just going to throw pretense out the window and go with complete vanity. If you don't give a wet shit about my life (and I don't blame you) you have reached the end of your journey. I hope to see you next month. If not, then I leave you with this parting:

May we meet again in our next fandom, through mutes and not as rival shippers.

The following is the ridiculous story of my ups and downs with Deceive the Deceiver. I figure if I explain to you how much I'm invested in this story some of you will stop worrying that I'm going to abandon it. Trust me. I'm not.

This tale stretches from NANOWRIMO 2018 and the prompt that started it, through the ups and downs of 2019 and 2020, to the writing of last month's letter. Buckle up. I love bumpy rides.

DtD: from NANO '17 to COVID-19

This story truly starts in December 2017 when I drenched the seat beneath me during Last Jedi. I'm a TLJ shipper. I got caught on the thirst train. It hit a time when writing was becoming a really big part of my life. I've been writing since I was a kid. I stopped for a while and came back to it. It's a long story. Ultimately, I'd started writing a lot a few years earlier. A mix of fic and originals but I was running into problems so I start reading a bunch of books to get better. TLJ lit the fires. NO joke TLJ came out on the 15th. I have pages of writing from the 20th.

2018 was Reylo year! I was already on Tumblr for my previous fandom (Batman comics). I found Reylo AU week which is in August. I submitted a story for that. It was the first fic I published for Reylo. Fast-forward August to November. I'm in the Writing Den on Discord and someone throws out this spy prompt. People start running with. Throwing ideas around. One of those was the snuggie in Mistrust! I have that conversation saved and story spots for each crazy thing they threw out. Finally, I said I'd do it!

Mind you, this is November 2nd. Nano has just started and the event is about "turning off your internal editor." This prompt consumed me. I was trying to keep up with SpaceWaffleHouseTM that first year. I did, btw. We both crested 100,000. It was my first Nano. Word count is not my problem. Organizing my crazy ambitious ideas is my problem. Some of that 100k was other stories, like Custard which I wrote half of in November and the other half Jan/Feb 2019. Most of it… probably 80k of it… was DtD.

Read Between the Lies is currently 33,710. I wrote at least 20k of that during that first Nano, as well as outlines and scenes for what I thought would be the starting point. I remember wanting to write Read Between to "get into their headspace" by writing their first meeting. I didn't think it would become a whole story. I was just going with it then. Any idea that came to mind.

I took December 2019 off for a few reasons. Some personal. Some burnout. I'm one of those people that can use writing to relieve stress, but I was so exhausted from that month-long writing sprint. By the last week I was dragging to get the final four or five thousand words to hit 100k.

Also, what I had by the end (no internal editor) was a bird nest of ideas that had too many beginnings, not enough middles, and endings to go around. I knew one thing right away: I knew I had more than one story. There were so many fun ideas. I figured, what the hell. I knew another thing right away: the prompt was at the end of the story. Like, the very end. Like, the last short story. Or the second to last short story, at the earliest. That hasn't changed. Ever. That's just where it ended up.

Between January and April of 2019 I touched DtD a few times. I kept coming back to it, reading through it, trying to untangle it. I made new notes on the stories. Expanded ideas. Tried to structure it. I figured out a bunch of good notes, but no real substance. The hardest thing was figuring out where to start! Did I:

(1) Start shortly before the prompt with Ben/Rey's relationship established and fill the story with the history?

(2) Start a lot earlier and build Ben/Rey's relationship from the beginning I'd written in Read Between?

If I'm being honest, Read Between was a lot better than I thought it would be and I didn't want to get rid of it. For a while I was thinking of publishing it last as a "prequel" if people liked the series.

Funny enough, the turning point happened May fourth weekend 2019…

In the week leading up, I was struggling through another story and decided to take a break for the weekend. I'd start writing again on Sunday when I met with my writing group. I met them through Nano. We used to meet at Panera. Now they meet on Discord. They mostly sprint though and I'm not a sprinter. I miss Panera. Anyway.

May 4th was a Sunday (look it up). I gave myself a writing break for the weekend and marathoned Star fucking Wars. It was nerd weekend. I was going to nerd out. I wore exclusively SW gear all weekend. I remember it well. It was the start of something fucking magical in my life.

Have I mentioned recently I really love this story. Trust me I will fucking finish it. Oh my god the demons won't leave until I do. Get them out of my head…

I had a pretty rockstar weekend. I believe the reason I skipped the PT that weekend was because I'd watched it the month before or so. Right after finishing the Clone Wars animated series (which is awesome and I strongly recommend both it and Rebels). I skipped them and SOLO.

Starting with R1, I went through in chronological order. I stopped at RotJ. I was with my family on Saturday and they were playing RotJ in the living room during the party. We talked about my marathon. My mom came over to my apartment after. We watched RoTJ properly. Then Force Awakens. It was too late by then to watch TLJ. I know I went straight to bed after my mom left on Saturday night.

Somewhere during or right after TFA I started thinking about Deceive the Deceiver. I don't remember what sparked it. I went to bed thinking about DtD. I know this with 100% certainty because I woke up thinking about again on Sunday and I thought it was quite odd.

I dream about this story in a way I have only dreamt about a precious few. Technicolor folks. It keeps me up at night.

I went to my writing group with (a) no plan for what to write, (b) a gordian knot that I had yet to untangle, (c) a sudden urge to re-read it. I opened my notes and read DtD through all our sprints. I read most of it during that writing session. We go about three hours.

That night I had Game of Thrones at my parent's. It was the (spoiler alert) episode where Arya kills the Night King. I remember because two minutes into the episode my brother's car broken down a few blocks from our apartment and we had to go help him. Derailed the whole night (this is foreshadowing).

Side note: I live with my younger brother and he's the best roommate I've ever had in my 35 years of life. Love you, Mo!

The episode was recording so we ran out. Had to leave the car in a parking lot. Someone had already helped him push it out of a puddle but my brother was soaked to mid-calf and the engine was shot. We dropped him off at home and I rode back to my Momma's crib to watch GoT. It was only the beginning of a wild night.

I went to bed late. I had to get up a few hours early to deal with the car before work started for either of us. I guess we were both hoping to avoid taking the day off. That wasn't going to happen. I drove home but I couldn't sleep. That crazy episode and the fact that my brain was already on fire with DtD.

I spent the wee hours finishing my re-read through the rough draft of Read Between the Lies. It saw my starting place. I started writing. I wrote through waiting in a parking lot, for the tow truck, in my car, at 6 am, with no sleep. I did a voice recording as I drove from the parking lot to the mechanic where the driver was taking my brother's car. I thought about it the whole way back. I sat on the sofa a wrote some more when we got home. I went to bed at 11 am and I'd written 10k more words for Read Between the Lies.

Somewhere between the chaos of May 5th and the official publish date on June 5th, Read Between got written. I know it didn't take too long. I remember sending it off to beta (by my amazing beta team on 1 & 2: Em, Jen, and Sai) and immediately pivoting to my outline. I slapped that together far too hastily and kept moving. I was going on holiday in the UK (I'm American and I'm ashamed) in early August so I planned on trying to publish Part 2 when I got back. At the very least I wanted it ready for beta.

Also some to admit, around the middle of 2019 I was fatigued with the fandom. We were hitting a lull. I was psyching myself up for the end and the exit. I was trying to clean house. I wanted to push out unfinished fics. To make them work. There was a lot of that mood from me in 2019. I was trying to make everything work. It's why Read Between came out, and that was a good thing. It's also why Mistrust came out, and that was a bad thing.

With that mentality looming, tough outline in hand, I started writing Mistrust before the end of May. I hit my snag sometime during the period I was publishing Read Between because by the time it was all done I knew I wasn't going to have a finished story by the time I left for London. I would figure it out when I got back. I picked up another project to distracted me from my problems for a little while. That is going to be an original if it's anything. One day…

At some point after I got back I started focusing heavily on problem solving. I had two stories already and a number of plot threads I had to resolve. I have heavy, heavy, heavy notes from September to December of 2019. Lots of possible ways to run this story. It sucks that a lot of that stuff isn't going to make it, but I'm recycling shit every day and I learned so much about the characters/story in that four month period. It really shaped the finished product in an important way.

This period is where I started to look at the bigger structure and how I was going to solve specific plot problems in each short story to bring the whole together. That focus on the different parts is important because it was the last thing on my mind when TRoS happened.

December 20th (the release date) is my birthday. My ass drove up to one of those Reylo-only screenings and I was surrounded by amazing people as I watched a movie that ruined my 35th birthday. Thankfully, I spent it in incomparable company. Thank you to all the hosts and super special thanks to Jen. Not only was she a DtD beta on both, she invited me. Thank you love! You are the reason I still remember that trip with joy.

Side note: I no longer hate TRoS. I've made my peace with it. I'm a far happier person now.

Needless to say, the only Reyloing I did in January of this year was venting frustration. Then I took a few weeks away from the fandom. I'd done my purging into the void. I knew other people still needed the space to vent but I had to get away. Once the toxin is out I couldn't let it back in.

What occurred starting in February of 2020 was a series of situations in which, every time I logged into Twitter I was faced with the kind of vitriol in the fandom that I don't need in my life. Some of it was still TRoS stuff, even as late as May. I'm not judging, I'm just saying, with the world on fire (literally), I didn't need it.

I don't think I have to explain why I've avoided social media like the plague since early this year. I live in America. If you heard anything about our recent President I don't have to explain any further what this year has been like. That has been par for course all over the world.

So here's my secret to happiness. I don't fux with the trolls. Do not engage. Sometimes that means radio silence. I'm breaking that silence because I want you to know 2020 has not destroyed DtD. It's only leveled shit up.

I have pretty much been working on this story consistently since March of this year. I go back and forth with reading, history, documentaries. I'm learning to wield many new weapons. They take time to settle in. DtD is the de-stressor I go to in between the real shit.

Sometime in June I was screwing around with the order of the parts. I had worked out the end but I was trying to bridge the gap between the ending I was certain I needed to get to and the two beginning stories I'd already published. I couldn't bridge the gap. It had been a year since I published Read Between and it wasn't working. Then I had an epiphany.

What if I got rid of Mistrust? Read Between is a pretty blank slate. I didn't want to re-write it and I still don't. I have no intention of getting rid of Part 1. I may clean it up and add some stuff at the very last minute, but it will be right before the new stuff drops as a pre-cursor to the flood of subsequent stories. I may add a few new clues or alter a scene or two, but I have plenty of room to move with it exactly the way it is.

What does that mean for Mistrust Goes Both Ways? To make a long story short, there was no good way for me to continue with what I'd published and still write the story in my head. I'm sure there are cool places to take the existing story, but that's not what I'm trying to do. In truth, I should have left 1 and not published 2 when I hit a snag. Lesson learned.

In June I basically threw Mistrust out and asked myself, "Now what?" I have months of great ideas rife for reshuffling and no restrictions on how to bridge the gap from 1 to the ending I wanted. But the end had shifted.

That brings us up to speed. The last thing I did before taking a much needed break was get through 90% of the history in my accordion outline/draft. I poured the foundation that was missing. I walked away in early October and let it set. I'm going to button up this other fic I'm working on and then go back to DtD and check the foundation I laid.

I'm very confident that not only will it hold, but that with fresh eyes and the fun side stories I've had the chance to lay to rest, I will finally be able to start building the finished products on top of it.

IN CONCLUSION

I'm still as excited as I've ever been for this story. It frustrates me all the time, but that means the medicine for my soul is working its magic. Change it painful, but pain is transformative. I've embrace changed. That ache is just a sign the muscles are getting stronger. Growing pains. As I learn to live with them in my family, my country, and my job, I find that life's lesson's often end up reflecting in every place in our life if we but open our eyes to look.

Growing pains exist in my writing process too. They are as transformative in this corner of my life as they are in every other. They have revealed as much about me as a person in my writing as they have in my politics. They have taught me how to compromise with my family as I learn to compromise with my characters. As I consider how people treat each other I am reminded that struggles in understanding our fictional counterparts may shine a light on our struggles to understand our truer selves.

Take care of yourselves. Once you've got that covered, if you can, take care of each other. Feel free to poke me and say hi. If not, until next month.

Fari.