I had this dumbass Mafia boss/Boy toy AU in my head for so long it swelled into a ridiculous saga that I know I'll never be able to write down in its complete form - and in all honesty it probably shouldn't be, since the plots got kinda soap-opera-ish and the characters ended up kinda OoC. But it plagued me enough that eventually I started posting snippets on Twitter, and sometimes they get too long to post in screencaps or twitter fics, so I post them here (because I don't trust Tumblr anymore).
You can find all the twitter posts here. (For those new to twitter, if you click the three dots in the right hand corner of the Moment, you can access the full tweet thread.)
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12 Sep 2022
Izzy still doesn't precisely know how to feel about work this morning, but it's somewhere between scorn and dread.
He's already encountered the new General Manager's influence; Edward's unilateral decision last week to change his signature block to read co-General Manager, for fuck's sake, which Izzy had had to push back on. Izzy's also had actual contact with him; brief, over Teams. His impression of the man wasn't precisely flattering.
Day one of the High Income Tax Policy and Enforcement Branch, and Izzy doesn't really have any idea what to expect.
Israel Hands has been the Executive Officer to Edward Teach, General Manager of High Income Tax Enforcement, for a long time. He knows this job, he knows Edward, and he knows how to keep his life separate from work - for the most part.
And then the branch is restructured to include Stede Bonnet, General Manager of Tax Policy, and his team of fucking clowns. Suddenly Izzy has two bosses, irritating coworkers, and a rapidly disintegrating line between the personal and the professional.
Not to mention Edward's behaving more erratically than usual.
(It's a romcom).
- Part 2 of no new year's resolution
The first time Ed laid eyes on Stede Bonnet, he was a shock of obnoxious blue satin sitting out the back of some smoky tent, head resting on his pulled-up knees, and he looked maybe three minutes away from puking up a storm.
It's June of 1978, and Fleetwood Mac are about to headline the world-famous Stinson Festival. Stede's unfortunate consumption of multiple dosed-up brownies is not as funny to him as it is to the Badminton twins. At least there's a kind stranger there to help. Before long, it's clear there's more between them than a bottle of water and some kind words - but of course, it's never as easy as that, and Ed doesn't know how to tell the sweetest, strangest man in San Francisco who and what he really is.
A long, mostly light-hearted slow-burn romance with a dose of angst, a hefty dollop of heat (once we get there) and a HEA. Fully plotted & updating at least once a week!
- Part 1 of Once Upon a Summer in San Francisco
Fandom: Daredevil (TV), Marvel (Comics), Spider-Man (Comicverse), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb)
20 Aug 2016
“Right, Charlie,” Mitchell says. “Your agent sent me through the scripts, but she was a little vague about the target accent. Do you know exactly what it is we’re aiming for? Beyond ‘British’.”
Just aim away from whatever the hell it was I did last time, Charlie thinks, and we’ll be golden.
When a perpetually panic-stricken Hollywood ingenu hires an uber-competent dialect coach, he's hoping for a crash course in Received Pronunciation and an urgent bit of brand rehabilitation. Instead, he gets an excruciating workplace crush and a head full of X-rated dreams. But he's an actor, right, so he'll probably be able to play it cool?
Not bloody likely.