#fanfic: ava x deborah

[nakedmonkey]

always keen for deb/ava from you happy v day 🥰 something around dj saying to deborah: " oh my god, mom! do you /love/ her?" or deborah to ava: " you little shit, come here. kneel down."

Happy V Day to you as well! Thank you for the prompt!

"Um, what the hell, mom!"

Deborah winces at the sound of DJ, loud enough from inside the house. When she makes her way to the patio, where Deborah is reading the paper, she looks thoroughly pissed.

"DJ, good morning."

"Don't 'good morning' me. Guess what I just found out!"

"I'm dying to know. What?"

"Oh, you know. Ava's little email, that's all."

Deborah sets her tea down. She was not expecting this.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're telling me this girl wrote a disgusting, though mostly true, email to some Hollywood assholes and she isn't dead in a ditch somewhere?"

Deborah rakes in a breath, tries to sound casual about it when she says with a shrug, "It was a long time ago, DJ."

"You sued me for defamation for saying I met my first coke connection at one of your shows."

"Because that was a lie! Plus, I did sue Ava. Calm down. Do you want Josefina to make you waffles?"

"Really? Carbs? Now I know you're deflecting. That was not a lie, first of all, second--wait."

DJ lets something between a laugh and a scoff out as she pulls a chair out and sits across the table from Deborah, staring intently at her.

"Mom..."

"What?"

"Oh my God, Mom!"

Deborah doesn't like the look on DJ's face, or her inflection.

"Jesus Christ, what!"

"Do you love her?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Deborah says, getting up and then leaving in a huff, but DJ is hot on her trail.

"Oh, my God, mom, wait! It's okay!"

"Shut up, DJ!" She yells back at her as she hurries up the stairs. She barely makes it into her bedroom in time to slam the door in DJ's face and she groans when she hears her say, "It's okay, mom! Love is love!"

"Fuck off, DJ!"

But DJ doesn't fuck off. DJ waits for the dust to settle, and then knocks softly on Deborah's door.

"Mom. Seriously. Can I come in?"

Deborah breathes carefully in and out. And well, DJ is the last person she thought she'd be having this conversation with, but she supposes it's as far as it can get from Ava.

"Sure, come in."

[sapphicscholar]

A/N: Thank you so much to the handful of folks who've been commenting on my older Hacks fics these past couple weeks! They inspired me to sit down and write what turned into one of my all-time favorite Hacks fics - I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do <3

Also, title is from Fallout Boy (we're going the MOST old school here) and fic picks up *immediately* where season 3 left off

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The frenetic thrum of Deborah’s heart, the roar of blood racing through her veins—it’s all enough to drown out rational thought, leaving her with nothing but anger, hot and heavy and thick, daring her to reach out across the table and throttle Ava before she can turn that smug, self-satisfied little smirk on Deborah another time.

The meeting is one gut punch after another. She listens as Ava, her new head writer, spins a story about Deborah’s “change of heart” to everyone in the room. So glib. A breath of laughter and a mouthful of lies.

No one says a word about it, of course; they’re all smiles and congratulations. But Deborah knows what they’re thinking. She’s already sinking, falling, drowning. A show on the verge of collapse before it’s ever even aired.

But no. No one says a goddam word. And Ava gets to sit there, gloating, taking it all as proof that Deborah was wrong to worry. Because she doesn’t know yet. Even now. She doesn’t know what it means to feel the old guard shuttering closed in front of her. All she sees is a room of flashing, too-white teeth arranged in magazine cover smiles. Deborah, though…she can smell the tang of copper still lingering in the air from their last sacrifice to a world Ava so desperately wants to scoff at even as she clamors for more.

“A drink to celebrate?” Rob asks as everyone else filters out, his eyes darting between Deborah and Ava.

“I’d lo—”

“Of course,” Deborah cuts in. She flashes Ava a too-wide smile. “I’d say you should join us, Ava, but you have a show to work on, don’t you?” She doesn’t give Ava a chance to reply before she’s sliding behind Ava’s chair. Her fingers itch to reach out and touch Ava, grab her, shake her—anything. She settles on a squeeze of Ava’s shoulder that veers toward bruising. “Wouldn’t want to be a disappointment on day one.” Deborah laughs loudly enough that Rob joins in, shaking his head and looking vaguely bemused as Deborah sidles over to him. “Can’t prove Nina right, hmm?” Deborah calls over her shoulder as she and Rob slip out the door, leaving Ava all alone.

[lilolilyr]

of borrowed swimsuits, panic attacks and parties without purpose

Summary: Ava has been invited to a soirée at Deborah's place in Vegas. She isn't sure what to think of that, but she is definitely going to attend and see Deborah again!

8k words, rated E (but you can skip the smut scene at the end if you prefer a T rating), no archive warnings apply

For @/augustwind, @lift-heavy-be-gay and @theevilqueenreadstoo <3

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[iweardrmartens]

[anniemunchkins]

"Oh."

[hocuspocusbabyy]

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[juicypurplelover]

We need all those series 4 fanfics to get us through the year. Where are all the best writers at ? Love to you all fantastic writers. We need angst, we need drama, we need make ups and we need avorah!

[astrophiliaxx]

Not me watching edits of Ava and Deborah after seeing clips of them being in comparison to Miranda and Andrea.

( I don't have HBO nor do I have the money to pay for it.)

Can someone please tell me like what it the plot of the show or like just tell me if the ship is actually canon in the show.

[marhar]

Hey. Can someone help me find a fic? I remember there was a moment where Deborah finds her picture on Ava's nightstand and realizes Ava really loves her. Unfortunately, that's the only thing I remember 🫠🙃

[nakedmonkey]

"I want you" (preferably from Deb) for Deb/Ava in an angsty way! Thank you so much.

Of all the things that have ever happened to Ava at 2 in the morning, this is by far the least expected thing that has ever happened to her. Like. If she were a betting woman, getting a call from a drunk Deborah Vance, would not be a thing she would bet on. She would expect a call from her dead father before she would expect this.

That it happens while Ava herself is drunk off her ass on top-shelf liquor from some industry party that turned out kinda of fun, is especially like, cosmically hilarious, because she's been pretty sober for a while. She says (slurs) this to Deborah when she picks up.

Deborah, who has been MIA for close to a year now, dares to sound annoyed by this.

"Jesus," she sighs. "I would like to have just one conversation with you that doesn't turn into you monologuing incessantly for hours."

There's an apology hanging off the tip of Ava's tongue but she reels it back in and instead lets her anger take over in the form of a loud, bitter laugh.

"Queen Deborah Vance, everybody!" She exclaims at her empty living room and takes a couple of breaths before continuing. "Are you drunk-dialing me just to berate me? Or is there an actual point to this conversation? Because I have to be up early."

"Wow, things have changed."

"What do you want, Deborah?"

There's silence then. A sort of gradient one that comes when someone wants to say something, but they just can't. There's the sound of shuffling, or sniffling, and what Ava things is ice clinking against glass, and she clings to that, her anger dissipating against her better judgement.

"Deborah?" Ava says. Her voice is gentler now, more forgiving, and part of her hates it. She wishes she wasn't so fucking weak. "What do you want?"

"I don't know," Deborah finally says. "I guess--I guess I want you. Here, I mean. I wish you were here."

Ava's heart is racing, or slowing down, she's not sure which.

"That's not what you said at first."

Deborah sighs again. This time, her frustration doesn't seem to be directed at Ava, but rather, at herself.

"Look, I uh--I shouldn't have called you like this--"

"No, no, no," Ava cuts in quickly. "No, don't do that. Okay? Maybe you shouldn't have called like this, but you did. You fucked up. You called me. So, now what?"

Ava listens for the sound of the call ending, or for Deborah to tell her to go fuck herself, or something equally horrible. Instead though, she hears an intake of breath, and then:

"Okay," Deborah says. Another sigh, and then. "Okay."

[sapphicscholar]

Hey there! With everyone posting their post-s3 Hacks fics now, I figured I'd shake things up a little with this multi-chapter X-Files AU! You don't need to have any knowledge of the original show (though there are Easter eggs dropped in for those who do) - this is more my playing in the world of the show but telling my own story than of trying to recreate the plot of TXF beat by beat.

Updates every Sunday unless the tag starts quieting down in a few weeks, in which case I'll probably bump to 2x/week updates :)

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Ava glances down at the slip of paper in her hands again. “B10.” The letters are scribbled in blue pen. The fuckers hadn’t even bothered to type up her new assignment on real letterhead or anything.

In the elevator, Ava’s finger hovers over the button for the basement level for a long moment before she jabs at G. If they’re not even going to pretend like this assignment is anything other than the death knell of a once-promising career, she doesn’t owe them a full 9-5 workday either. Besides, she’s pretty sure that the cute barista who works the morning shifts at Dolcezza was giving off flirty vibes last week, and she could really use the pick me up after the week she’s had. Not that she’s more than a day into it. Fuck.

Still, a good matcha latte is enough to fix most days a little bit, and even though Sam hadn’t been working, Ava decides it was the right decision. She almost isn’t resentful as she stabs at B and feels the elevator trundle down to the rarely used basement level of the Hoover Building.

Even though she’s pretty sure the janitorial staff hits all the floors, the air down here feels dusty. Like, call a doctor and order an inhaler levels of dusty. She sniffles a little as she peers down the hallway until she finds office 10, which she thinks might actually be the only office down here. With a grunt of effort and a bump of her hip, she manages to shove open the heavy door without having to put down her latte or her phone or the Post-it. She’s busy enough celebrating her small victory that she barely notices the other body in the room until a loud, “Excuse you,” startles Ava enough to have her latte slipping from her hand and crashing to the floor.

“Fuck!” Ava yells, watching as eight dollars spills across the carpeted floor—and, oh god, carpet? No wonder it smells like the 70s down here.

“Are you just gonna watch that? Pick it up!”

Ava jumps into action, grabbing her mostly empty cup from the ground and tossing it into the trash. It’s only then that she properly notices the woman who’s been yelling at her. She’s dressed impeccably in black suit pants, heels, and a satiny blouse thing, and Ava wonders how the hell she got lost and ended up down here instead of wherever she belongs. Ava’s bet is on legal. Maybe HR… A shame. She’s pretty hot, but probably way too into rule following and chain of command shit to be fun.

[lilolilyr]

A Hacks HBO Season 2 fanfic: Ava and Deborah on tour!

7k words, rated E, no warnings

Getting together, h/c, smut with feelings

Summary: Ava goes to a lesbian bar, gets absolutely wasted and starts a conversation with a beautiful blonde at the bar who clearly can't be Deborah, because she would never go to a gay bar... Right?

Read on Ao3 • more Avorah fic by me

[gillifan]

no promises but if anybody has any avorah fic ideas you could let me know

[hocuspocusbabyy]

Okay I’ve been awol for like three weeks, my excuses include work, social events (Stevie bloody Nicks guys) and one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen in real life.

Promise to post soon! Requests are open. 🕊️🤍🦢

[nic-writes-sometimes]

Fandom: Hacks (2021)

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 404

Summary: Ava asks Deborah to dance.

[prozac-shaped-urn]

GIRL WHO THE FUCK TOOK OVER MY BODY IN JANUARY 2022 ???????

im sittin here reading my fic thinking "oh yeah i've read this chapter since i wrote it nbd"

NOPE!!! I SURE HAVEN'T!!!!! I WOULD REMEMBER THIS!!!!!!!

under the cut for not safe for public consumption reasons

you'll have to the read the rest in ch 19 holy god .....

i do have to pat myself on the back for the smut tho. it's KILLER. it is pure and t DIABOLICAL smut.

the whole fic in general is very good! i'm extremely proud of it. the psychoanalysis is pretty spot on -- especially the stuff about deborah's age and ava's continued social justice warrior rants -- and the dialogue is almost verbatim to dialogue that appeared in S2. i only had the first season to work with, so i'm thrilled that i was able to lock in their voices so clearly and follow the projected path the writers set well into the third season.

anyway. read it or not idc either way, but if you do read it lemme know your thoughts! i haven't had anyone comment in like 2 years, so it would be fun to chat about the new seasons and what links y'all make to the fic (there are manyyyyy to be made, i assure you -- i've counted them).