lilfakeplant

hi pals! thanks to the commenters who let me know about ilona's night out in london — you should've seen my face. 
          
          the next chapter is sketched out and in progress. i make no promises on when it'll show up, but the vibe is camera blocking chaos with a sprinkle of some power exchange (with lo taking the reigns). 
          
          there are also some one-shots in the works:
          -messy exes w a healthy serving of hate sex/angst
          -one night stand au 
          
          and i've got sort-of plans for some longer fics, that i'm toying with writing once 'live wire' is finished. i'm not sure if there's enough interest to sustain something super long/drawn-out, but if there is, i'd love to explore:
          -an au where lo lands on a different ABC program (roses, anyone?), runs into al at a network party, have a fling, he's brought onto the show as a brand synergy move to teach her how to dance before a date, turns into a consistent crossover moment (and sooooo much more)
          -post-finale fallout of an undefined show fling, living way more in an angsty/messy place as they sort through what they were to each other in an attempt to appear normal when they reunite for tour and a live all-star fundraising event

aiming to have the new chapter up tonight, folks! 
          
          and anyway, for no particular reason, here's this :) 
          
          https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGWunN3494U

a preview a preview
          
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          “I need to hear you say you won’t have car sex,” Olivia replies firmly. Ilona feels the blood drain from her face and she turns, unsurprised that Alan is smirking at her with amusement. She takes her phone off of speaker.
          
          “Hello?” Olivia calls, frustrated at the silence that’s greeted her request. 
          
          “We’ll behave,” Alan calls, voice echoing through the vehicle’s interior before he shuts the trunk. 
          
          “You could’ve told me he was there,” Olivia hisses.
          
          “He wasn’t at first,” Ilona explains while Alan slides back into the driver’s seat. He buckles up and they’re in motion in no time, his hand settling on her thigh once again as he heads for home. 
          
          “You’re actually exhausting,” Olivia says, “No car sex.” 
          
          “Yes, Mom,” Ilona replies sarcastically, unsurprised when there’s not another reply from her sister, but the repeated beep of Olivia ending the call. 
          
          “Love you too,” she jokes to the dark phone screen. Ilona slides her phone into one of the cupholders, hazarding a glance in Alan’s direction as she sits back, pressing her burning skin against the cool leather of the seat. He’s grinning, head bobbing in time with the absurdly on-the-nose Harry Styles song that’s just started playing. He’s the picture of smug satisfaction, fully aware he’s got her right where he wants her, squirming in his passenger seat.
          
          “Car sex?” He wonders casually, taking advantage of a red light to make some searing eye contact with her. 
          
          “As if you haven’t been thinking about it,” she replies easily. She lets the crown of her head fall against the seat, shrugging at him in an attempt to downplay how desperate she is for him again. Already. Jesus. 
          
          “Just good to know we’re on the same page,” he muses. He cocks his head and readjusts his grip on her thigh, his hand squeezing tighter at her taut skin, her sinewed muscles yielding under his insistent touch, “Thinking about it.” 
          
          “Drive faster. Please.”

new 'live wire' in the works, babes!

new 'live wire' chapter tonight!

One shot is up, in case you missed it!! Dying to know what folks think - this one took me out lowkey. ‍ 
          
          Next chapter of “live wire” is in the work, cuties.

TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT, BABES. ONESHOT INCOMING.

Some life stuff came up, so the one-shot is still in progress and will take a bit more time. Apologies! But here is another lil preview: 
          
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          But then—of course—he’d assuaged any doubts with a drunken voice memo that totalled a full seven minutes in length. Fresh from a night out before a day off, in the privacy of a hotel, he’d apologized over and over for the tour burnout draining his social battery and disrupting their communication. He’d also rambled about missing her, mentioned counting down the days until they’d be dancing together again, and practically panted as he’d described a recent daydream. 
          
          “Can’t stop thinking about when the paso got you all worked up and someone insisted on breaking rule number one. God, the way you begged for me to touch you in your trailer,” he’d groaned, “Making you watch yourself in the mirror, so you got to see how fucking gorgeous you are when you’re—shit—coming apart for me. Because of me.”
          
          It had set her ablaze, prompted a bit of a late start to satisfy her sudden need, and quieted any doubts, especially when he’d promised to revisit the memory when she arrived in Los Angeles for her tour dates.

Help me settle on the ~vibe~ for the new one shot, will you? Are we into a version of our fave male pro that’s a bit more domineering, one that’s willing to yield power, or a bit of both?? 

I thought I would give a tiny TINY preview of what's to come in the next one-shot. :) Should be up in the next day or so! 
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          They’d established a quick boundary or two—nothing at the studio, to maintain their focus on the process, clear communication the whole time—and promptly given into one another, to the desire brewing between them. She’d even joked about a ‘no catching feelings clause,’ but he’d been quick to dismiss it. 
          
          “The feelings are already caught,” he’d whispered into her hipbone, giving her a wink before he drew a gasp from her.