#And absolutely not for Rafael because how they tries to k*** him off still gives me fucking chills

[jamespotterthefirst]

open heart is one of pb's top 10 books yet they don't bother making an additional book or a holiday book 🙄

They didn't bother making the sequels good.

#They thought they had a good plot for book two and if my suspicions are correct #They did for the Ethan route #And not for the other LIs of course #And absolutely not for Rafael because how they tries to k*** him off still gives me fucking chills

[brandyllyn]

Which of your fics?

Tagged by the lovely @hotspacepilots

Which fic got a better reaction than you expected?

The Scoundrel’s Reward : Poe Dameron x f!Reader It was just a funny little thing I wrote based on a line I wrote in a different fic that I pulled out and expanded on. I still think it’s really cute but I’m surprised other people liked it so much.

Which fic is your funniest?

Flexibility (noun) : Poe Dameron x f!Reader Hands down. I still laugh when I reread it. Trying to have sex in a cramped space will never not be funny to me and I really tried to dive in on two people trying to be sexy but also not pull a muscle.

“Just put your-”

“Poe I swear if you use the word 'just’ with me one more time…”

Which fic is your darkest/angstiest?

Ooooh, huh. I don’t really write dark/angsty. I make liberal use of #I only do happy endings

Probably a tie between  Time’s Fool: Frederick Chilton x OFC of color The themes in this are all heartbreak and betrayal and two people who broke each other trying to come back together. & Alabanza: Poe Dameron x f!Reader  Things get pretty bad for the couple for a while. Like... really bad.

Which fic was the easiest to write?

Doppelgänger : Nathan Bateman x f!Reader The whole 13k words just fell out of me in like a weekend. I still think it’s pretty hot and I love it when it randomly shows up on a someone’s fic recs and they’re like “I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY THIS TURNED ME ON.”  You know. We both know. It’s okay.

Which fic is your absolute favorite?

This changes often. Flexibility (noun) is my favorite one-shot. It just has everything I feel makes me a good writer in one place.

Right now I’m really digging Baubles of Stolen Kisses : Richard Alonso Muñoz x f!reader. I set out to do a thing and I did exactly that thing and it worked.

Overall, probably A Good Man Feelin’ Bad : Rafael Barba x OFC of color. I never finished it (I wrapped it up with an epilogue explaining what was going to happen) but it’s the closest I’ve come to a real magnum opus (except maybe Alabanza [below])

Which fic is your least favorite?

Give me my sin again : Poe Dameron x f!reader Not because it isn’t good, but because I don’t think I really did what I wanted to in terms of turning the sex pollen trope on its head. I think I might rewrite it (or that idea) on something else. 

Which fic have you reread the most?

War makes thieves, and peace hangs them : Mostly Santiago Garcia x f!Reader When I decide to just write smut I really go for it. This fic never got a lot of traction anywhere but I’m neurodiverse enough that when I reread my work it’s like it’s for the first time. I have no recollection of writing it usually so re-reading this one is just like fun smut written just for me. And the whole thing is hot.

Which fic was the hardest?

In Our Own Image… : Poe Dameron x OFC This one kicked my ass as time went on. I had done a couple of Poe x Reader fics that had just flowed from me and then I had the idea for this OFC who I loved and I still love her and her little droid K-0. But the story just... never came together for me. I knew what the conflict was and I knew how the different conflicts interacted. And I knew they could be happy together - but once the conflict happened I couldn’t figure out how they got past it. Not really. And the fic itself never got that much traction with readers - so to struggle with it AND feel like no one was reading it... it was hard to keep on it. I still think my ending is a bit of a cop out - but that’s grading on the scale of how I feel about my work and what I can do. I’m sure it’s fine.

Honestly, I never planned To sell your love for peace : Javier Peña x f!reader past Chpt 4 and it’s been a struggle as well.

Which fic has your favorite line/paragraph?

There’s so many. I’m such a slut for my own writing. Overall, I think War makes thieves, and peace hangs them has the most of my favorites.

From Pt5:

“Do not,” he warns but she just laughs, low and dark. “I’ll turn your channel off,” the note of caution in his voice should be enough to scare anybody.

“No you won’t. You won’t risk something happening to me while you’ve got me muted.” Fuck she was right. Had called his bluff. “Which means that you, sexy man, are at my mercy.”

From Pt9:

“So, how does a guy find a… you know… what are they called? A dominatrix.”

She laughs so hard she has to stop, bending over and clutching her middle. “Frankie oh my god. Do not go looking for a dom back stateside. Please promise me that won’t be the first thing you do.”

From Pt12:

“You’re a sneaky bitch,” he scolds.

“Yup.” She agrees with him without even an ounce of shame. No hesitation. “But a rich one.”

He shakes his head, “I can’t believe you took the diamonds.”

“I like pretty shiny things,” she defends herself. “Don’t hate.”

From Pt13: Frankie’s Epilogue

Santi shrugged. “Kitten’s idea. She said her friend just moved to town. Doesn’t know anybody.”

“Kitten?” Frankie gave Santi a disgusted look. “You really call her kitten? That… force of nature?”

He couldn’t have described the expression that crossed Santi’s face, but the far away look in his eyes was familiar as the man rumbled, “You’ve obviously never heard her purr.”

Sorry, I could really go on and on here.

The fic you’re most proud of?

Alabanza: Poe Dameron x f!Reader  This fic, y’all. Not only is it a great Poe x Reader fic - but I worked really hard to make it canon compliant. It covers the timespan of all three sequels and even things like Poe flirting with Zorii are worked in in a way that it makes sense in a Poe x Someone Else universe. It’s also just good, I think. And emotionally satisfying. It starts with penpals and moves into a relationship and then secrets and then more secrets but these two earn their Happily Ever After and I was so happy to write the epilogue where they get one.

No pressure tags: @rebellou , @foxilayde, @waatermelon-sugaar , 

#on writing #glad we talked

[marquis-lafayeet]

You’re My Sunflower

Photographer!Daveed Diggs x Reader

Daveed huffed as he sorted all of the recent photos into piles that either made the cut or not. He was in college as of now, and was trying to get this Photography career somewhere. But all of his muses were either too into it or didn’t have enough effort. People really think photographers work all the magic but it’s really all in the muse.

Daveed rolled his eyes at the mere thought. “Hey Daveed,” his thoughts were cut off by his roommate, Y/N. Daveed smiled. “Hey Y/N. What have you been up to?” He asks, seeing all the bags in on her arms. Y/N beamed. “These are new art supplies for the project I’m working on. I’m so excited! I know people should be stressed about their biggest piece of this year, but I just like to think of it as another rough draft.” She explained with a smile.

Daveed smiled back. He was at least happy that Y/N was having an easy time with her final. Her eyebrows furrowed. “What about you?” She asked.

Daveed’s POV

I sighed as Y/N asked how my project was going. I plastered a fake smile that immediately left my face when I saw her expression that screamed “tell me the truth”. “I have to do a shoot,” I began but was cut off. “A shoot? That shouldn’t be a problem! You’re easily the most talented photographer I know!” She exclaimed. I felt my face heat up. “But it has to be a person.” Her expression dropped at that. I was talented at photography, sure, but when it comes to photographing people? Count me out. Too many expectations to live up to, no thank you. Y/N put a thoughtful face on. “Maybe... you could do me? I mean, if you want to, I know I don’t look the prettiest or anything. Never mind, pretend I didn’t say anything.” Y/N said shyly.

My face broke out into a smile. “That’s absolutely perfect! You could be my muse!” Y/N’s head shot up. “Really?” She asked. I nodded.

t i m e s k i p

Y/N unlatched herself from my arm as we neared the flower gardens, practically skipping on her way there. She beamed. “Look! They have sunflowers!” She exclaimed. I chuckled. “Why’re you so excited? Are they your favorite flower?” I asked, trying to get her to reveal herself. Her birthday was coming up and I haven’t got a clue as to what to get her. Y/N nodded her head furiously. “Everyone likes them now because they’re “aesthetic” or something,” she said rolling her eyes and doing air quotes on the word aesthetic. Y/N’s broke out into a little smile. “I’ve loved sunflowers ever since I could remember,” she continued. “I love the way they always look at the sun, as if trying to hold onto the light, never faltering once. Just like how people say I look for positivity. I’m not always happy though, I have my moods,” she said with a laugh.

I laughed with her with a nod. Y/N had plenty of days where she was down in the dumps. She would always sulk until I asked her what happened. She would tell me about her day then I would comfort her then we would get her favorite foods then watch TV and cuddle. “Anyways, let’s get onto that shoot, shall we?” She said with a grin. I plastered on a fake smile. “Let’s,” I said with fake enthusiasm. Y/N noticed and gave me an encouraging smile. “Hey, we’ll take as long as you need, okay?” Y/N said gently touching my arm. I nodded.

Turns out, she really meant as long as I need. We were there until sunset. And she didn’t complain once. “Okay, I think this is the one,” I said, looking at the camera. Y/N held her pose and giggled. “Well take the picture! I want to see your amazing photography skills,” I compiled and and angled the camera. As I did, I noticed the way her expression was held. It was really loving, while she was carresing the sunflowers around her. The sunset shone in the distance, and the reflection made her eyes and skin glow, contrasting the yellow-orange sky. The smile on her face was so beautiful I did a double take. I also made a realization that almost made me fall over. Did I... like Y/N? I’ve known her for the longest, and didn’t really pay attention to it, dang. I love Y/N L/N. This realization was so controlling that I didn’t notice Y/N trying to get my attention by calling my name between clenched teeth. “Daveed! Daveed,” she groaned, her face muscles tiring. I snapped back into attention. “Oh sorry Y/N, just a little distracted,” I said, not technically lying. She shrugged it off and focused back on her pose. After I took a couple more pictures, we headed back to our apartment.

Y/N laughed when she saw a picture of her laughing at a joke I made. “Ha, I don’t look mentally stable in that one,” Y/N said, fidgeting from embarrassment. I shook my head. “You look really cute in this one,” I felt my face heat up. Her eyes lit up. We walked the rest of the way in silence, finally making our way to our apartment. Y/N went to go take a shower while I put together my project.

a n o t h e r t i m e s k i p

I jumped up and down as I saw my final score. 100%! I can’t believe it. I sprinted back to the apartment to find Y/N. She was on the couch, eating some pretzels and watching Netflix. She glanced my way and a smile broke on her face when she saw my smile. “How’d you do?” She asked. I shoved the paper in her face. She screamed when she saw the paper. She excitedly grabbed it and inspected it further. “This is amazing! I’m so happy for you!” She said.

Third Person POV

She was so excited she went up to hug Daveed. She was so caught up in the moment she kissed him.

Right on the lips.

As soon as it happened, Y/N pulled away with wide eyes. “I-I’m so sorry,” she exclaimed. She was only met with a very surprised expression. The expression for him was pure joy. The expression for her was pure terror. Her eyes started to water and her bottoms lip started to tremble. “I gotta go,” she said, running back to her room. She couldn’t go out since there was still finals going on. Daveed tried to knock on her door to try and talk to her, but she didn’t come out.

It wasn’t until after the school day that Daveed was able to catch her when she got back home. Her eyes widened and she tried to turn back around but Daveed stopped her by blocking the doorway. “We need to talk Y/N.” Daveed said. Y/N kept her eyes downcast and nodded. They both walked to the living room, Y/N going at a slower pace to stall, unlacing her shoes, putting her bag on a rack and dusting dirt off of both her bag and shoes. Daveed huffed. She reluctantly shuffled her way to the living room and sat on the couch farthest away from him.

“What do you need to talk about?” She asked in a shy voice, a voice Daveed never heard before. “You already know what Y/N. Why’d you do it?” Daveed asked in a soft tone. She looked up and made eye contact with his kind eyes. Her bottom lip started to tremble again. Daveed notices and rushed over to her side. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me if you’re that embarrassed,” Daveed sympathized, rubbing her back. “I love you Daveed, not even like, love. I know I shouldn’t, and that you could like any other prettier girl on this ca-,” Y/N was interrupted by Daveed’s lips on hers.

Y/N was stunned into silence. “Shush, I love you too Y/N. And only you.” Daveed reassured her. Y/N smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” Y/N said. Daveed answered by crashing his lips on hers.

y e t a n o t h e r t i m e s k i p

It was Y/N’s birthday, and Daveed was completely ready. They were dating for a couple weeks now, and things couldn’t get any better. Y/N got a great grade on her art project, Daveed is getting offers to do shoots for models, and Daveed knew exactly what to do for Y/N’s birthday.

Y/N’s POV

I huffed as I came into the apartment l shared with my boyfriend. Boyfriend. Huh. Still sounds foreign to me. Anyways, today has been awful. Nobody remembered my birthday, even my friends! I didn’t tell them, I wanted to tell them tomorrow so that they could feel guilty. I felt a bit shallow for doing that, and for thinking that they have to remember my birthday. I felt horrible. “Babe, I’m home,” I called out. I found a piece of paper on the kitchen table. “Hey baby, I want you to meet me at the place fate decided to take place. ♡” - Daveed xoxo. Y/N beamed. He always liked to ramble on and on about how beautiful I looked that day he decided to do me for his shoot. I shook my head and smiled.

As I walked to the gardens, I thought about how lucky I was to have Daveed. He was sweet, funny, caring, and devastatingly handsome. I sighed contendly as I walked into the gardens. As I looked around, I noticed there was fairy lights hanging from the poles. As I looked closer, I noticed there were polaroids and regular pictures on there. They were pictures of me and Daveed. Each picture had a date and a caption. “May 12th, 2018, carnival ♥︎” the picture was of me and Daveed in a photo booth, with props making silly faces. I had huge muschtache while making duck lips while Daveed had bunny ears and scrunching his face up in the cutest way holding a rubber ducky. There was another picture of the carnival. We were holding hands and kissing, with the Ferris wheel lights shining in front of us. We were pretty lucky to have Rafael, Daveed’s friend, to be a photographer to. The picture came out perfect.

As I walked and admired the pictures, I heard someone clear their throat. I turned to see Daveed in a tux, holding sunflowers in his hand and bashfully smiling. “Happy birthday my love,” he said, leaning down and giving me a passionate kiss. “Do you like it?” Daveed asked shyly, handing me the flowers.

I gratefully took them and kissed his cheek. “I love it, and I love you, Daveed,” I say. He smiles and kisses me once more. “I love you too, Y/N.” He murmurs against my lips.

This was the best birthday ever.

#daveed diggs #daveed x reader #sunflower #fluff #cute #hamilton #hamilcast #college #hamilton x reader #lafayette #thomas jefferson #lin manuel miranda