#I want to read a fic where Deborah is actually out to make Ava fall for vegas

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A bit of Deborah/Ava that i’ve been too tired to finish. and so it gets to be a snippet on tumblr.

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She’s can’t remember why she’s laughing, but Deborah makes her laugh easily. And her jokes have been killing tonight, in this bar, with the two of them huddled close. Deborah keeps reaching out and touching her arm, leaning forward to whisper into her ear. And Ava has to do everything in her power not to pull her closer and kiss her. But they’re not doing that here. With all these strangers watching. Soon it’ll be unavoidable. Marcus keeps giving her dirty looks over his endless piles of paperwork. But knowing him that could be based on anything, like the actual paperwork. Dude needs to chill.

Still. It’s annoying, having to pretend. Ava leans forward, her mouth almost touching Deborah’s ear. Deborah shudders a little, feeling her breath.

“Why are we in a bar, when right now I could be watching some awful crime show in bed with you, while you spoil the plot?”

Deborah glares.

“You never shut up about this bar.”

“I mentioned it one time! I just read about it in one of those newspapers you shockingly read in, like, hard copy, when the internet is right there—”

“A hidden gem,” Deborah says, mimicking Ava badly. “Oh we have to go there Dee, it reminds me of those pretentious LA bars with farming equipment as décor.”

Ava smirks a little then.

“You’re wooing me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“No you are. You’re trying to get me to fall in love with Vegas.”

Ava takes hold of Deborah’s hands then, staring intently at her with mock seriousness.

“Dee. I love you. But LA is better than Vegas,” Deborah rolls her eyes, but Ava stops her from pulling her hands away. “Better. It’s just an objective fact.”

“Hah. Objective, my ass.”

“Like gravity, like maple syrup being awesome,” Ava says. “Like, I dunno, something about the best James Bond, that’s a thing right? There’s one firm favorite?”  

“Connery.”

“Sure,” Ava says, not really caring about specifics there.

“I am not deluded enough to think there’s anything in the world that would stop you flying your tattered little flag of LA cool,” Deborah says. “Is it not enough to want to take you somewhere you actually want to go? Something more your crowd?”

“Ah,” Ava says, sitting back a little so she can look at Deborah better. “We’re having the age freak-out again today then, that’s what this is.”

“It’s not a freak-out — will you stop calling it that?”

“Doesn’t the fact that I desperately want to finger you while we’re sitting here count for anything?”

Deborah swallows, her skin getting a little flushed.

“Ava.”

“And granted, that’s not a very deep argument. I mean…in some ways…” she sees Deborah’s expression. “Right. Serious talk then. If this isn’t a problem for me, it’s gotta be something you’re willing to work on.”

“What am I apparently working on?”

“I mean, obviously it’s the horrific burden of having a young hot babe on your arms.”

Deborah smiles.

“Tragically you’re only managing one out of the three.”

“Zing!” Ava says. “Though not your best work.”

“Well my heart’s not in it, in this case.”

Ava rolls her eyes fondly.

“How about this. We get super drunk in this bar you’re insisting we stay in, because I for one am an absolute blast.”

“Can’t disagree there.”

“And we talk about it when you…you know, want to talk about it. Or not. But we’re never gonna be able to—”

“I know.”

“Not if you can’t even sit with it yourself.”

“Ava. I thought we weren’t doing this now?”

“You’re right,” Ava says, smiling a little. “We’re not.”  

She looks around, trying to spot a server.

“You have to go up to the bar,” Deborah smirks. “In places this arty.”

Ava glares.

“Ok, I know that.”

“Sure you do.”

[mykashg]

HACKS APPRECIATION WEEK — Day 7: Free Choice My Favourite Fic & Writers

I wanna preface this by saying that I have read every single Hacks fic and I pretty much love them all, special shout out to the one where DJ and Ava fuck cause that’s the kinda messy fucked up shit fic is made for, @lizmitches​ for i see it written on your face and to @prozac-shaped-urn for what I believe is the longest fic currently in the fandom. The effort and the time is much appreciated and as a writer myself I am grateful, impressed and envious all at once, of all of you. 

I couldn’t possibly re-read everything this week so I based this heavily on the fics I had bookmarked already, all of which I have re-read multiple times. I love them so much. This show and this fandom has been an unparalelled experience and I’ve actually managed to put myself out there and make some amazing connections with people. 

I will put the rest under the cut because this is gonna be a looooong one, friends!

I planned this week and this post was the endgame all along, just ask @trying-to-get-somewhere-real​. My favourite fic is by far You’re Not a Fucking Hack by MrsHurricane and I’m unsure if they are on tumblr so it you are out there, please message me so I can tag you in this post! 

If you haven’t read it, go now! 

If you’ll indulge me for a moment, these two exchanges specifically live in my brain like scenes from the show themselves: 

"This dress is beautiful," she whispered against Ava's mouth. "That suit makes me want to call you daddy." Deborah chuckled lowly, not moving away. "Good girl." Ava moaned and kissed her hard again. 

"There isn't anything I want that I can't have with you." Deborah's resolve, which was weak and thready to begin with, crumbled and she pulled her in for a kiss. "You can't take it back," Deborah whispered against her lips. "I don't think I could do it again."

@nakedmonkey​ (whispers) If I had to pick a favourite author, it’s you Alex. You are incredibly generous with your talents and always willing to fill a prompt or two and I will continue to be greedy. I feel like we are on the same wave length with so many of the little nuances of the Deb/Ava dynamic and I won’t lie, particularly the smut. Fanfiction is such a bizzare and wonderful thing because I’m basically just saying thank you for sometimes making me horny and sometimes also making me cry. 

For example, this moment from Like A Friend:

“Don’t move,” Deborah says, and then leans forward to pull a pebbled nipple into her mouth as the hand in Ava’s hair falls away to brace the other hip. Ava’s thigh twitch as she clenches around the dildo and shock of pleasure runs through her; she makes a pathetic sound that would have otherwise embarrassed her, except right now she can’t think because Deborah is sucking and licking, and then doing the same to her other nipple, and pretty soon Ava is trembling, sweating through her attempt to hold her release back until Deborah’s done with her.

“Deb–please.” Her voice is so small. Her skin is all goosebumps and she’s breathing so hard it’s the only sound in the room until Deborah grants her a bit of mercy and looks up at her, her bottom lip wet. “How do I feel inside you?” Ava closes her eyes through the tiny shudder that courses through her, bites her lip in concentration before replying, “So good.”

“I want to look at you,” Deborah says. Ava’s eyes open slowly and what she sees mirrored back at her is the same unadulterated awe and admiration she feels every time she looks at Deborah. She isn’t sure if it’s always been there and she’s only noticing now, but she holds onto it as she begins to rock her hips again. She struggles to keep her eyes and she succumbs to it only to press her lips to Deborah’s as she finally lets the waves come and she comes with a whimper that she muffles with a kiss. There’s an I love you lodged in her throat. It almost comes out, but she quiets the thought with more kisses and the taste of Deborah’s tongue in her mouth, Deborah’s hands on her body.

I think about it ALL THE TIME. 

@sapphicscholar getting to talk with you about Hacks, reading your works and having you interact with mine as well has been so wonderful. I have told you this before but I have loved your work for years, I first came across you in what I will call the Supergirl Season 1 era and wow, what an absolute treat Hacks is compared to that mess but truly the novelty might never wear off of knowing you have read my fic in turn and same goes for @fictorium​.You’re basically my fic writing goals and I cannot wait to read the end of A supposedly fun thing and this post speaks to how much that line from weeks have to do time (for years of missing each other) stayed with me. 

i don’t want war with you is a GREAT post s1 tour fic and another one where if you know who wrote it or you wrote it, I would love to know! 

@fleaflofloyd​ the Philoverse is one of those very special pieces of fandom lore that endures! I love it, I love Deb in therapy I love Kiki and Luna and exploring Ava’s aversion to water. That backstory for her with Nina and Dennis is a stroke of genius. It makes so much sense. But I do have the brain of a pubecent teenage boy and the sex scene at the end of This Night's A Perfect Shade Of (aka The Brandt Exposition) when Ava tops Deb and it’s hot and intimate and funny and just everyting they are and could be and Deb says, “I am profoundly yours.” That’s gonna be hard to top for me in a list of all time favourite moments. (And even though it hurts, thank you for Stilted Monochrome and a semi Marcus centric look at Deb/Ava.)  

@skatehepburn​ need I say anything more than FLORIDA KEYS ELOPMENT. The scenes in the hospital with DJ are some of my absolute favourites and I love that you take the time with Nina and Ava’s dynamic as well. But furthermore, (I know I keep saying this) I think about this moment from i have seen your face and it’s too much for me today at least once every few days: 

“You always watch me take off my face at the end of each night. Why is that?” Deborah frowns into her mirror, gingerly setting her wig on its mannequin and pushing her own much shorter hair back on her forehead. Ava shrugs, deciding to lean into this whole truth-telling kick she’s been on. “You look beautiful.”

I know we’re all pretty much on the same page here but soft!deb rights!!! And also, head empty:  “God, you’re pretty when you go all red like that. Is that what you look like when you come?” Oh, and how is something about what happens when we talk so goddamn good? Insane. 

I’ll finish up now, but I just wanted to say a huge thank you. I love fic so damn much and from the bottom of my heart, in over a decade engaging in fandom, I have never read and re read stories the way I have almost every single one that I mentioned above. It has just beed the absolute cherry on top of honestly the best fandom experience that I have ever had.