#i have written 41 fanfics

[vulpisnocturna]

Masterlist

NSFW 🍷 | Suggestive 🌹 | HCs 🦋 | Fluff 🌸 | Angst ☕️ | Crack post 🔮

Naruto:

Bribe for chores 🍷

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Shisui:

Mirror Sex 🍷

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Cringe habits 🦋🔮

Secret Turn-ons 🌹🌸

Sasuke:

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Being best friends (massacre/non massacre AU) HCs 🦋☕️

Itachi - Sasuke brotherhood HCs 🦋🌸

Madara:

Office sex 🍷

Corruption kink, virgin reader 🍷

Fucking louder than the neighbours to establish dominance 🍷

Dirty talk 🌹🍷

Yandere Madara dealing with you breaking up with him 🦋🌹

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

NSFW Alphabet 🍷

SO with PTSD 🦋🌸

Kakashi:

Rope play 🍷

Humiliation kink/Bratting 🍷

"I don't want you to be gentle, I want you to ruin me" 🍷

Aphrodisiac 🍷

Mirror Sex 🍷

Lingerie 🍷

Biting 🍷

NSFW Alphabet 🍷

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Obito:

Teasing while he plays videogames live 🍷

Yes, Sir 🍷

Fake Dating 🍷

NSFW Alphabet 🌹🍷

Itachi:

Lesson learnt - Power imbalance 🍷

Hate Sex 🍷

Edo Itachi meets his s/o and their child ☕️🦋🌸

Itachi Jealousy HCs 🦋

Reaction to an Edo s/o 🦋☕️

With a nerdy/STEM s/o HCs 🌸🦋

Somnophilia 🍷

"I don't want you to be gentle, I want you to ruin me" 🍷

Dirty talk 🌹🍷

Mirror sex 🍷

Interrogation (CNC fantasy) 🍷

Leash 🍷

Surprise 🌸🦋

College Professor Itachi x College student reader 🍷

Insecurities 🌸

Pining Itachi (HCs) 🌸🦋

Reader breaking his heart ☕️🦋

Reader has ADHD and Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria 🌸🦋

Drunk Itachi and horny reader 🌹🍷

Dealing with reader having a panic attack (HCs) 🌸🦋

Dealing with reader ignoring him on purpose (HCs) 🦋☕️

Yandere Itachi when reader breaks up with him 🦋☕️

First date HCs 🦋🌸

Itachi likes you, you are Sasuke's best friend 🌹🍷

Hot mannerisms HCs 🦋🌹

How he sleeps with his s/o HCs 🦋🌸

Somnophilia II 🍷

Dating an emo s/o HCs 🌸🦋

Ideal girlfriend HCs 🦋

Squirting/bratting 🍷

Itachi in a relationship HCs 🦋🌸

NSFW Alphabet 🍷🌹

Secret Turn-ons 🌹🌸

Itachi - Sasuke brotherhood HCs 🦋🌸

Uchiha Clan:

How they would react to finding out their s/o has an IUD HCs 🦋🔮

Who has the best sex game? HCs 🦋🌹

Captured S/O who develops PTSD HCs 🦋☕️🌸

Akatsuki:

Beach Shenanigans HCs 🦋🔮

Reacting to reader wearing a pink bonnet to sleep HCs 🦋🔮

Where they like to have sex HCs 🦋🌹

There was only one bed HCs 🦋🌹

Who is actually good at sex HCs 🦋🌹🔮

Ideal partner’s personality traits HCs 🦋

Chrollo:

Binding Vow: Part I, Part II, Part III (Yandere Chrollo) 🍷☕️🌹

Bloodstained Rubies: Part I, Part II , Part III, Part IV (Yandere Chrollo) 🌹☕️

Thigh Riding 🍷

Overstimulation 🍷

Requited love hcs 🌸🦋

Nanami:

Make-up sex/Corruption kink 🍷🌹☕️

Toys & Voice kink 🍷

Gojo:

Sensory Deprivation 🍷

Voice kink 🌹🍷

Hate sex&Corruption Kink (virgin reader) - Part I, Part II 🌹🍷

[captinamericashusband]

Sober Thoughts | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Stark!Male!Reader

REUPLOAD A/N: Hi. It is currently 12:41 AM – another restless night unfortunately sigh. After watching a YouTube video of someone reading the infamous Harry Potter fanfiction My Immortal (I love you Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way), I became filled with unbridled inspiration to write something of my own. Anyways, enjoy! Also this is the very first fanfiction I’ve ever written. Please please please (by Sabrina Carpenter) give constructive feedback that won’t be too harsh on my little soul. This’ll be a fluffy fanfic. I'll dabble in smut later on maybe if y'all enjoy this enough...teehee. Happy BRAT summer/autumn 💚

P.S. Any errors you see will be excused by the fact English is not my first language and NOT because I suck at writing and revising ;) This fic will also be posted on Ao3 after they accept my invitation. Pls let me in Ao3.

Sober Thoughts

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: Y/N gets very drunk in front of Steve

Warnings: Alcohol, profanity

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Being the son of Pepper Potts and the eccentric billionaire, playboy and philanthropist (in that exact order) Tony Stark came with its fair share of drawbacks. While financial security was a given for Y/N, a side that came with this coverage was endless PR events. Being the sole heir to the Stark company, Y/N was forcefully thrusted into the public eye at a very young age, constantly forced to appear at social gatherings for the general public to gain somewhat of a perception of him – hopefully for the better. Today was one of these socially exhausting days, and perhaps his least favourite event of all – the annual ‘Stark Gala: proceeds going to various charities!’ A boring name he is very well aware of, and yes the ‘proceeds going to various charities’ line was annoyingly part of the title – something he had so valiantly fought Tony on, albeit unsuccessfully. 

The gala starts in 2 hours. Currently, in stereotypical Stark fashion, Y/N lay sedentary on his bed, staring at the ceiling whilst pondering for ways to escape the tiring event. Amidst his angsty mood, a knock arose from his door followed by Tony entering his room. 

“Hey bud, no more moping around,” he said after flipping the light switch in Y/N's room, “gala’s not gonna dance itself.”

Y/N turned and laid on his belly, eyes stuffed into his pillow in an attempt to suppress the bright lights, “What if I just don’t come, dad? Just chalk my absence to a cold for the press, please. I have no will nor strength to do this.” 

“You know you can’t do that, Y/N/N. The public requests you grace them with your holy presence at the gala.”

“Dad, what if I just set fire to the venue?”

Tony scoffed at his son's comment. “Don’t bother with that sassy attitude, kid. It’ll be over in a flash. Just enjoy, grab some drinks – and hey you might even find yourself a nice date there.” He said, adjusting a frame on the wall. “My best advice is mingle until your mouth falls off – my dad used to say that to me.” 

As Tony continued slightly tidying Y/N's room, a muffled groan erupted from his pillow. Y/N knew he was very well right; there was no escaping. Resigning to his fate, he abruptly stood up from his bed and began rummaging through his closet. “Fine. I’m going because I want to go, not because you’re forcing me to.”

Tony chuckled and ruffled Y/N's hair. “That’s the spirit, champ. I promise you these things can be fun if you let them. Soak up the atmosphere. And enjoy the drinks.” He then murmured, “Just not too much, as well ‘cause…you know.” 

Tony’s sudden shift in tone was in reference to Y/N's relationship with alcohol. While Tony was notorious for being able to hold his liquor, the alcohol-tolerance gene had unfortunately not been passed down to his son. The last time Y/N drank, which had been at Clint’s birthday party, he had somehow woken up inside of a dumpster – not even exaggerating. Another time, he had taken a plane to Washington and found himself passed out on a bench outside the Pentagon – also not a hyperbole. Aware of this knowledge, Y/N planned on getting absolutely wasted in order to pass the time and to make the night somewhat memorable. 

Y/N ran a hand through his hair attempting to fix it whilst looking for proper attire. “Yes, yes I know, father figure. Do you promise it won’t be boring like last year?”

Tony feigned an offended look, putting his palm against his chest. “Boring? There was an open bar and a chocolate fountain – all appearing again this year, by the way. What more could a man ask for?”

“To not come.” Y/N said begrudgingly.

“Okay well sometimes certain things can’t be provided, sugar plum.” A grimace found itself on Y/N's face after hearing the nickname. Before he could respond, Tony was already halfway through the door. “Anyways, be ready by 8; we’re leaving at 8:30 sharp.”

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The night was, to say the least, already an absolute dread. Upon arriving at the upper-echelon-esque museum where the gala was being held, Y/N was already drained. After exiting the limousine that took both him and Tony to the museum, a torrent of camera flashes had blinded Y/N. Furthermore, before even entering the museum, a news reporter had shoved a microphone into his face and asked a very invasive question about his lovelife. Before Y/N could insult the reporter’s rude behaviour, Tony quickly grabbed his arm and ushered him into the museum. 

It was very well aware by the public of Y/N's choice of abstaining from dating, never really having any serious relationships. This was especially questionable for the public considering who his father was, with everyone believing Y/N would’ve followed in lieu of his behaviour during his 20’s. 

However, what the public didn’t know was that the reason for Y/N's singleness was because of one of his dad’s blonde colleagues (that wasn’t Thor). Y/N's crush for  Steve Rogers AKA Captain America had simmered for the last few months. It began during an incident in the Avenger’s Compound in which the inherent Stark idiocy had decided to bite Y/N severely in the ass.

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It had been late at night and Y/N had been tinkering on some project in one of Tony’s spare workshops in the compound when his phone suddenly rang. Picking it up, he saw Tony was calling him. He paused the music blaring in the workshop’s speakers before answering his dad. 

“Hey bud, I have a favour to ask.”

“What is it, father figure?” He set down a screwdriver he was holding down on the workshop table.

“First, you know I hate it when you call me that. Second, there are some files that were delivered to my office that need to be put into storage in the room beside the training area. Would you mind doing it for me?”

“And why can’t you get Happy or yourself to do it?”

“Well I am actually currently at dinner right now with your mother and we are having a blast right now, and Happy is enjoying a paid holiday in the Bahamas.” 

With an overexaggerated sigh, Y/N hung up on Tony and accepted without further question. 

Heading towards Tony’s office, he marvelled at the emptiness of the Avenger’s Compound. While he never interacted much with the Avengers, only in passing, he was aware that some of them were nightowlers. However, there really was no one. Usually, there would be at least a SHIELD agent somewhere, but tonight the building was completely desolate. 

Upon arriving at Tony’s office, Y/N immediately noticed the large boxes propped on his dad's desk. He had clearly underestimated the sizes of the office boxes, with one he (very dramatically) guesstimated being the size of his torso’s length with a width of a baby whale. Unfortunately for him, there were 5 boxes in total. Being the impatient ass he is, he had decided to carry all of the boxes in one go to spare himself having to return to Tony’s office for a second trip. He noticeably struggled and after leaving Tony’s office, he immediately regretted his decision, wishing he inherited more of his mother’s patience. From a bystander's perspective, it was a comical sight seeing Y/N Stark carrying a tower of boxes almost twice his height. 

After rounding a sharp corner – something that could’ve been easily avoided considering the size of the building’s hallways – Y/N  crashed right into another person. Y/N, along with the boxes, crashed loudly and painfully against the cement floor. 

"Shit," Y/N said out loud. The embarrassment from the predicament was too much for him, so he opted for keeping his eyes on the ground, seemingly becoming very interested in the flooring's designed patterns. He stayed in that position, wallowing in his shame until the other person he had forgotten about spoke up.

"Sorry about that, kid." A low and husky voice spoke above Y/N. Y/N moved his eyes from the floor to the other man in the hallway. He was met with piercing blue eyes and a head of light blonde hair. Great. Not only had he embarrassed himself in front of someone, but that certain someone had to be Captain America of all people. Flashing the best smile he could conjure, Y/N stood up from the floor in an attempt to save as much face as possible.

"No, no, it was all my fault Steve," Y/N chirped. Wow, he sounded like a complete wimp. Not only that, but he called Captain America by his actual legal government name. Y/N did not consider himself close enough to call Captain America Steve. The situation was further going off the rails as they both stood in an uncomfortable silence for what seemed like forever. Suddenly, Steve spoke again, breaking the suffocating air of awkwardness.     

"Need help with those." Steve said, smiling slightly at Y/N. Thinking back on it now, it was definitely the smile that got Y/N hooked into Steve. With a curt nod, both of the men started cleaning the mess of files. "Do these need to be in a specific order?" Steve questioned. Quite frankly, Y/N did not care for the files' order; he was much more preoccupied with the strange feeling down in his stomach. He slapped himself internally before answering Steve.

"I'm not sure actually. The person reading these can decipher that themself." Steve chuckled at his words. An actual, genuine laugh. Y/N found whatever he said to not be as funny Steve was making it out to be. But nevertheless, good job Y/N! You made Captain America laugh at something you said! After tidying the files, the two of them started walking, Y/N in the lead with Steve following in his stead. 

"Where to, Stark Jr.?"  

"The storage room by the training grounds."

The walk to the files' designated area was filled with silence – not uncomfortable like before, but instead a somewhat pleasant quiet. Deciding to be bold, Y/N asked Steve a question.

"What do you do all day?" Wow, Y/N didn't intend on that sounding as rude as it did. 

"What do you mean?" Steve responded.

"Like, what do you do when there isn't a mission where you have to save the world or anything." Great save, Y/N said to himself.

"Well, if there isn't a mission I usually train in the gym – nothing bad in doing some extra training. Other than that, I usually visit SHIELD's headquarters to do business that I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." He turned and smiled at Y/N after saying the last part. The strange feeling was there again.

"That honestly sounds like a miserable existence."  Y/N said. Steve laughed and Y/N smiled, proud of himself for making Captain America laugh a second time this night. "Do you have any actual free time at all?"

"The only time we get to ourselves are weekends. I typically go for jogs in the morning then catch up on any work I didn't get to finish from the weekday. By the time I finish, it's already pretty late at night." As Steve continued to talk, Y/N couldn't help but sneak glances at him. Y/N had noticed a smile was etched on Steve's face and he wondered if it was because Steve enjoyed his company or if he was merely entertained by their topic of conversation. "If I have any time to spare, I like to draw. I've started taking painting classes recently."  

Y/N debated on whether or not to make a joke about Steve's work and him not "finishing" fast enough, but thought it was too weird even for him. "Wow, even on your day off your life sounds bland – aside from the drawing part I guess." Steve had laughed once more at what Y/N said, and Y/N silently applauded himself once again.   

Steve's smile persisted despite Y/N's slight insult to his daily life. "My turn to ask. What do you do all day? I never see you around that much." 

"That's 'cause I'm usually cooped up in a lab somewhere doing tech stuff I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." Steve chuckled again. "If I'm not doing techy stuff, then I'm usually doing boring paperwork for Stark industries. And if I'm not doing that, I'm sleeping peacefully in my bed."

"Now I'm offended by you calling my life bland when yours’ is equally as boring, Y/N," Steve joked.

"It'd be more exciting if you were in it." Oh Y/N, what exactly are you saying now? Suddenly, the signature Stark flirtiness accumulated within Y/N as the next words left his lips. "You should join me on my bed sometime." Oh sweet Jesus. Even Y/N himself shriveled from pure disgust at what he just said. It wasn't even a remotely good pickup line. He fully expected Steve to bolt away as soon as possible and leave him behind with the behemoth-sized boxes.   

Before Steve could respond, the pair found themselves in front of the storage room. Steve opened the door for Y/N who could only mumble a quiet thanks in response as he was still shaken up from his earlier misspeaking. Finding a secluded table in the room, Y/N set down the boxes with Steve following in suit. The two then exited the room and found themselves in yet again another uncomfortable silence. Before Y/N could hurriedly escape, Steve spoke.  

"You should get out of your lab more. I'd like to see more of you around if that's possible." Upon hearing that, the feeling from earlier was present again in Y/N's stomach except it had been exponentially stronger this time. "I enjoyed talking with you, Y/N."  

It was as if Y/N had lost any inkling of social awareness as he said his next remark. "You'd practically have to pry me off a workbench with those big arms of yours, Steve."  

Steve only laughed in response, clearly somewhat amused by Y/N's bold eccentricity. "I'll see you around, Y/N." Steve started walking away before suddenly turning around with a smirk on his mouth. "Oh, and I'll take you up on that earlier offer." 

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Ironically enough, Y/N and Steve have yet to converse with each other again after their brief encounter. This was mainly due to Y/N avoiding Steve after having said his embarrassing comments – especially about Steve's arms, something Y/N can't help but gag at upon reflection. Looking back at their moment together, Y/N can only sigh and hope the super soldier forgot about his humiliating behaviour. 

Looking around the museum, Y/N stared in awe at the inside's appearance. The building itself had replicated the architecture and grandeur of Ancient Greece, with large columns on the building's interior and exterior. While the building itself was an architectural beauty, what really stood out were the floral decorations garnered around the room, both on the tables surrounding the middle of the museum designated as a dance floor and hanging in between the interior pillars. Y/N had to remind himself to find his mother later, who arrived hours earlier to help decorate, and commend her keen taste in floral arrangements. 

Y/N's moment taking in the interior decor was interrupted when he was approached by Tony and a stubby man wearing a suit. Tony introduced the man to Y/N who turned out to be one of Stark Industries' business partners. Nothing notable was said in their conversation aside from numbers and Y/N's vision for the future of Stark Industries. This was how the first half of the night went: Tony introduced Y/N to one of his business partners, boring conversations about logistics would ensue, Y/N was asked about his ideas on Stark Industries' future – rinse and repeat. After numerous runs of this seemingly perpetual cycle, Y/N's social battery had been absolutely drained and Operation Get-Drunk-And-Pass-Out was set in motion. Excusing himself from Tony's presence, Y/N ran a beeline towards the bar, his stride swift with determination to get his hands on anything alcoholic.

Taking a seat at the bar, Y/N began thinking about what he would drink. Suddenly forgetting every alcoholic beverage that ever existed, he waved down the bartender to get his first drink of the night. "I'd like whatever will get me the most piss-faced, please." The bartender simply gave him a cordial smile and nod before pouring a single clear liquid into a small shot glass. He then gave Y/N the glass who before drinking said, "bottoms up." The mystery liquid was absolutely repulsive and scorched Y/N's throat. His face puckered up in pain, eyes shut as tears formed at the brim of his ducts. "Jesus, dude, what is this!?"

"Everclear." The man answered with a very thick Russian accent. Y/N had no idea what that was nor was aware of its very high alcoholic percentage, almost being pure alcohol.  What he did know was the vile taste and painful burn signified it was able to get him 100% wasted. 

"I'll take 10 more of those, please."

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At shot four, Y/N's vision had started getting blurry, his lips and skin felt tingly, and he kept laughing at the most nonsensical things to laugh at. His drunkenness was made very apparent for everyone at the bar when he pointed towards someone's poorly trimmed goatee and laughed maniacally at it. While his actions had been in poor-taste and he was making a grand fool of himself, Y/N could care less as he revelled with his newly acquainted friend, Everclear. 

Before downing shot number five, a man had approached and sat beside Y/N and began ordering. To his surprise, Captain America in the flesh had situated himself beside him at the bar. Knowing Y/N's already embarrassing encounter with him sober, only God knows what was about to ensue between the two of them while he was intoxicated. 

“Enjoying the night, Mr. America?” Y/N slurred. 

“Clearly not as much as you, Y/N.” Steve responded. He was currently sporting a classic black and white tux with a dark blue tie. His attire, while as basic and stereotypical as they come for a formal event, suited him perfectly. Being the idiot Y/N was while drunk, the spike of confidence that surged within him caused him to comment on Steve's appearance.

Y/N leaned towards Steve, getting very close in his personal space, then saying, “apologies, Captain, but you sure do look ravishing if I do say so myself. I’m proud to be an American.” Y/N giggled at himself while Steve looked at him with an amused expression. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re flirting with me, Y/N.” Steve said, flashing his captivating smile. Y/N stared at him with dazed eyes before leaning back and downing his fifth shot of liquid courage.

"Maybe I am flirting with you, Steve. That's what I was doing last time we talked in case you didn't realize."

"Yes, you were quite subtle the last time we spoke." He said sarcastically. He took a sip of whatever he ordered from the bar before continuing. "Speaking of, I've been meaning to talk to you ever since that night, but I could never get a hold of you."

Y/N laughed, not knowing if Steve actually knew why he hasn't seen him since or if he really was oblivious. "Well, Steve, I was avoiding you because I made a fool of myself the last time we talked." A hiccup came out of Y/N's throat. "And then I said to myself, 'Steve probably thinks I'm weird so I'll avoid him to prevent any further embarrassment'." 

"Well, I really did enjoy our conversation last time, Y/N. I mean it."

Similar to their last encounter, a wave of deafening silence consumed the pair's conversation, the awkward tension causing Y/N to become slightly sober. Fortunately for him, the alcohol was still very much prevalent in his bloodstream, giving him enough confidence to break the awkward silence.

"Sometimes I wish I could just run away – leave this life behind and escape to some deserted island.” Y/N glanced towards Steve who was already looking at him. "It's too much at times – this life."

"It would be easier if you had someone with you for the journey."

Y/N looked at him, feigning an incredulous look. "Are you implying with your word choice, manner of speaking and overall cadence that you want to be that person for me?" Y/N laughed, scoffed was more like it. "I'd say you're the person flirting with me, Steve."

Steve chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving Y/N. "Maybe I am, Y/N."

Y/N could only stare at him as his heart skipped a beat. Perhaps it was the alcohol messing with his senses and disposition, but his usual wit was gone and he was speechless – a rare moment for Starks. Noticing his hesitation, Steve leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a near whisper.

"Y/N, you don't have to go through this life alone. I've seen through your father how hard it can be for someone in your position. But you don't have to bear it all by yourself."

"Do you really mean that, Steve? Or are you just saying all this because I'm drunk and pathetic." Y/N's voice wavered, the confidence he had during their last encounter was noticeably absent.

Steve reached out, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I've noticed you, Y/N. Even though we haven't talked much, I can already tell you're a special person. You're more than just Tony Stark's kid. There's something unique about you. And I want to get to know you more."

The butterflies Y/N felt during their last encounter returned and did pirouettes in his stomach. "I don't know what to say, Steve."

"You don't have to say anything right now. Just know I'll be here and I won't be leaving anytime soon."

Y/N looked at Steve, a whirlwind of emotions torpedoing inside of him. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel so alone. The confidence suddenly returned and a smile braced itself on Y/N's face. "Are you technically asking me out?"

Steve only laughed in response before standing up and saying, "I can take you home now if you want."

Y/N quickly stood up. "Oh yes please, Steve. Another minute in here and I think I'll have an aneurysm." As the two started walking, a sudden wave of a burdening reminder of his father's presence washed over Y/N. "Wait, I can't leave – dad said I-." 

Before Y/N could finish, Steve quickly interrupted him. "I think everyone here, including Tony, can see you're in no condition to be here any longer." 

Y/N could only nod, too exhausted to protest. As they exited the building Y/N's head grew heavy, and it gently fell onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve tensed for a moment, then relaxed as his arm slowly wrapped around Y/N’s waist, pulling him closer. “Take me home, Steve,” Y/N mumbled softly against his shoulder, his breath warm against Steve’s neck.

"That's what I'm doing right now, Y/N." Steve said softly.

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After exiting the building, Steve hailed one of the idle limousines across the museum. He had to carefully slide in Y/N's body before sliding in beside him.

The ride back to the Avenger's Compound was quiet and tranquil, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the earlier evening. Steve glanced at his watch - it said 3:33 AM - then turned his gaze towards Y/N's sleeping body leaning against the car window. A small dribble of saliva was escaping the corners of his mouth, and Steve quietly chuckled.

"I can feel you looking at me. Cut it out." 

"Unfortunately, I can't seem to stop my eyes from lingering on things I find beautiful." Y/N could only blush at Steve's unexpectedly sappy words, unaware the super soldier had it in him to be a corny romantic.

"You're no better than any other man, Steve Rogers," Y/N teased, though his voice was softer than before. Steve smiled, but was interrupted by a loud yawn erupting from his mouth. Abruptly, Y/N sat up straight from his slouched position, suddenly remembering something in his drunken haze. "You know, you still have yet to cash in on my offer, Steve."

"You mean your offer to be in bed with you?" Steve asked, his tone in between amusement and curiosity.

Y/N eagerly nodded. "I wouldn't mind if that happened tonight."

Steve's head turned at a concerning speed that definitely would've given a normal person severe whiplash. He gave Y/N a stern yet somber look, one that carried warmth with a reprimanding undertone behind it. "I'm not going to sleep with you, Y/N. I mean, you're drunk and that would be me taking advantage of you – I'd like to think you expect better from me."

Y/N blinked, looking both very offended and embarrassed. "That is absolutely not what I meant, Steve, you naughty man!" He crossed his arms and sunk into the limo's soft leather seats. "I meant that it would be nice if we just laid and went to sleep together...I just don't want to be alone tonight."

Steve's expression softened immediately, understanding the vulnerability behind Y/N's words. Their eyes met, a silent agreement shared between them, filling the rest of the ride with warmth from their comforting connection. 

As the car grew quiet again, Y/N, emboldened by the last remnants of alcohol in his system, threw one more cheeky remark towards Steve. "But you would have sex with me, right?" 

Steve laughed, his head shaking, but the tenderness in his smile spoke volumes. "Get some rest, Y/N. We'll talk in the morning."

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Y/N stirred awake in his bed, his eyes wincing as the harsh rays pierced through a gap between his bedroom curtains. His head pounded, and a wave of nausea met him immediately. Unable to fight it, Y/N ran to his bathroom, purging the contents of last night's festivities in his toilet. It was quite a horrid sight. 

After what seemed like hours, Y/N exited from his bathroom, wanting to get more sleep. Stumbling back to his bed, he noticed the large body-shaped mound from underneath his blankets. Frightened, he approached it cautiously, scared of the idea of having drunkenly slept with a stranger. 

Slowly uncovering the body, Y/N was met with the peaceful sight of a sleeping Captain America. Steve's chest rose and fell steadily, lips parted as he took even breaths. Then, the events of the previous night came rushing back to him like a semi-good dream and Y/N mentally facepalmed himself. However, while he internally scolded himself for his embarrassing behaviour, he also congratulated himself for having been somewhat successful in his endeavours of pursuing Steve. 

Laying back down gingerly beside Steve, Y/N grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The time was 11:11 AM and Y/N silently made a wish to himself. He noticed he had received 10 missed calls and nearly 50+ messages from his dad. Thinking it was regarding his early leave from the gala, Y/N decided to deal with his father later, still exhausted from the night before. Opening Twitter (he refused to call it 'X'), Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he saw his name trending alongside 'Steve Rogers' and 'Captain America.' A knot formed in his stomach and he decided to Google his name. The urge to puke suddenly returned as he was met with a news article reading:

‘Hottest New Couple in NYC?! – Captain America & Y/N Stark Seen  Seen Getting Cozy During Annual Stark Gala’  

Below the headline was a picture snapped of Steve and Y/N at the bar, Steve leaning closely towards Y/N as both shared very flirtatious smiles towards each other. Y/N groaned loudly, causing Steve to stir awake. Today was going to be PR hell.

FIN

A/N: This actually took multiple days to write and while rereading it it's actually really corny? But, fanfic writing is actually kind of fun, I might do it more. Anyways, hope you enjoyed :) Also sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to revise

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Masterlist

Author's Note: Hey! I wrote this story back in 2016 on some fanfic websites and am bringing it back as I edit the chapters. I wanted to put my perspective and imagination on what if BTS had a black girl in their group from America. This'll be a long story starting from their debut so enjoy the ride!

I have so many chapters already written. I had stopped in the story around late 2016 before the MAMA Awards. As I wrote this story over the years I wanted this character to be relatable and grow as a performer as well as go through hardships. It'll be a slow start but it will get better as the chapters go on, I hope you give it a chance.

This will mainly start with friendship. Not just the character and the love interest. I didn't want to rush things and I tried my best to add a lot of bonding and cute moments. This is a SLOW BURN with my OC and Jungkook. The two will not become a couple until 2016.

I'm also on Wattpad and Archive of Our Own

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Profile Of Jennie

Chapter 1- The Foreign Trainee

Chapter 2- The Debut

Chapter 3- Rookie King Episode 1

Chapter 4- Rookie King Episode 2

Chapter 5- Rookie King Episode 3

Chapter 6- Rookie King Episode 4

Chapter 7- Rookie King Episode 5

Chapter 8- Rookie King Episode 6

Chapter 9- Rookie King Episode 7

Chapter 10- Rookie King Episode 8

Chapter 11- We're Proud of You

Chapter 12- They're My Family

Chapter 13- Boy In Luv

Chapter 14- Look Forward To White Day

Chapter 15- Going to SOPA

Chapter 16- Spending White Day With BTS

Chapter 17- Just One Day

Chapter 18- American Hustle Life Episode 1

Chapter 19- American Hustle Life Episode 2

Chapter 20- American Hustle Life Episode 3 (Yoongi Fluff & Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 21- American Hustle Life Episode 4 (Yoongi Fluff!)

Chapter 22- American Hustle Life Episode 5

Chapter 23- American Hustle Life Episode 6

Chapter 24- American Hustle Life Episode 7

Chapter 25- I Found It In Big Hit

Chapter 26- BTS China Job

Chapter 27- KCON 2014

Chapter 28- American Hustle Life Episode 8

Chapter 29- Personal Trainer? (Jungkook fluff at the end!)

Chapter 30- War of Hormone (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs)

Chapter 31- You Are Special (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 32- You're Easy To Mess With

Chapter 33- Mama Awards 2014 (Jungkook fluff and jealous Jungkook!)

Chapter 34- Let's Name It Iron Man (Namjoon fluff and Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 35- BTS Now

Chapter 36- My Ideal Type

Chapter 37- Running Man (Major Jungkook fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 38- I'm Lacking

Chapter 39- How Much You're Loved

Chapter 40- I Need U (Major Jungkook Fluff and Suga Fluff!)

Chapter 41- And What If I Don't? (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 42- BTS Now 2

Chapter 43- Our First Win

Chapter 44- He's Smitten (Major Jungkook Fluff & Bam Bam Fluff One of my favs!)

Chapter 45- BTS in Kota Kinabalu

Chapter 46- BTS Festa

Chapter 47- Two Different Pages (RM Fluff and Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 48- Don't Steal The Beef!

Chapter 49- Distressed (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 50- Payback (Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 51- Dope

Chapter 52- One Person Won't Ruin This

Chapter 53- I Think I Love Her

Chapter 54- Rekindle (MAJOR Jungkook fluff and one of my FAVS!)

Chapter 55- BTS Run Episodes 1-3

Chapter 56- BTS GAYO Track 1 & 2

Chapter 57- Tension Escalator (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 58- Fan Sign (some angst but ends in fluff!)

Chapter 59- ISAC 2015 Chuseok Special (one of my favs!)

Chapter 60- Running Man: The Golden Duo (MAJOR Jungkook fluff + suggestive)

Chapter 61- Tense (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 62- Protection Squad (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 63- RUN (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 64- Sweet 18

Chapter 65- Karma (Fight! Flawless Victory!)

Chapter 66- BTS GAYO Tracks 3-9

Chapter 67- BTS RUN Episodes 4-9

Chapter 68- Under The Mistletoe (Jungkook fluff! Kiss!)

Chapter 69- GAYO Daechukje & GAYO Daejejun (Jungkook fluff!)

Chapter 70- Jungkook's Confession (Self Explanatory! MAJOR Jungkook fluff! Almost there! My fav!!)

Chapter 71- You Are In Your Feelings

Chapter 72- You Were Worth The Wait (Start of JenKook!)

Chapter 73- It's About Time

Chapter 74- King of Masked Singer

Chapter 75- Ejected

Chapter 76- White Day (Big Jungkook Fluff!)

Chapter 77- Fire

Chapter 78- Prom (Big Jungkook fluff and smol Jungkook Smut)

Chapter 79- Meeting Shawn Mendes

Chapter 80- Taking Things A Little Further (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 81- BTS Festa 2016

Chapter 82- K-Con 2016

Chapter 83- I Need You On This

Chapter 84- BTS Bon Voyage Season 1 (Big Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 85- BTS In Dubai

Chapter 86- WINGS 8 (Jungkook fluff)

Chapter 87- Wild N Out (One of my favs!)

Chapter 88- This Is Not A Drill!

Chapter 89- Blood, Sweat, & Tears

Chapter 90- Idol Parents? (Big JK Fluff)

Chapter 91- Tub Big Enough For Two (Big JK Fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 92- Thank You (Big Jungkook Fluff! One of my favs!)

Chapter 93- Our First Time (Big Jungkook Fluff + Smut)

The Bangtan Gal Masterlist PART 2

[scrunckled-idiot]

shaking in my chair i love your g/t scenes you make kjhgkj do you have a written fanfic somewhere? im curious i'd read it :D

TEE HEE HEEEEE! THANK YOU POOKIE! MWA MWA!!! >w< <3

yes! the fanfic is being written and will be posted on AO3!... eventually! so stay tuned if ya want some g/t tf2 helmet party fanfiction.

breaking news!: old man experiences love for the first time in 41 years

[the-tmnt-ficfinder]

Ficfinder finds: The Lemonade Leak

Chapter 22: The Stranger

Chapter 22 Summary: No Summary

The Stranger: Appraisal and Ratings

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Disclaimer: This fanfic is only available to those who have an Ao3 profile. This fanfic is written by @turtleinsoup, so go show them some love and support!!

The fanfic ratings are not based on quality, favoritism, or how good I think it is, but rather, how intense a subject may be. Like a movie review, or the tags on Ao3, letting the readers know what to expect.

Plot: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Plot is five out of five!! Things are really intense and in the thick of it now!! This chapter, once again, has some majorly important lore drops, and it quite intense!!"

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Suspense/Mystery is four out of five!! The fact that this chapter is from Donnie's POV, only makes the suspense and mystery even better!! While Donnie knows who he is, he can understand what's going on, we have NO clue what Leo is thinking!! It's very clever, that when we most wanted to know what was going on with Donnie, the fic was from Leo's POV, and now that the tables have turned, its more from Donnie's POV."

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Angst/Hurt is five out of five!! Oof this chapter has a lot of emotional angst. Like, the kind brought on by betrayal. Seriously, this chapter, while its amazing, is also very intense."

Fluff/Comfort: 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is zero out of five! This chapter has no fluff, and no comfort! Everything is going to hurt!!!"

Emotions Conveyed: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Emotions Conveyed is three out of five!! Oh man, the despair, the utterly crushing sense of betrayal, and the heartbreak from Donnie are immaculate!!"

Drama/Tension Level: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Drama/Tension Level is five out of five!! This entire chapter is filled with nonstop tension, and sibling drama!! Because, of course the Disaster Twins would be the most dramatic together."

Triggers: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Triggers for this chapter are three out of five. This chapter has a lot of medical drama in it, along with triggering medical content. In the authors note, it warns for "Bad Humor, Sibling Abuse, Unresolved Emotional Tension." Remember to always read the tags, and stay safe!"

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Reading) is five out of five!! I really loved how in depth the explanations went during this chapter!! Highly impressive!! This chapter, as it is from Donnie's POV, is very enjoyable to read, as its full of equations, and unique texts."

Legibility (Audio): 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Legibility (Audio) is two out of five!! Due to this chapter being from Donnie's POV, a lot of the text doesn't translate well into audio book format. Its incredibly hard to understand, and takes away from the unique quality of the special text."

Length: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Length is four out of five!! Chapter 22 of The Lemonade Leak takes about 41-42 minutes to listen to!!"

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Personal thoughts on chapter below cut (Contains Spoilers)

I'd first like to point out the chapter name of "The Stranger". Is Leo the Stranger? Is Donnie? To each other, they both appear as strangers.

He woke up, feeling like someone was trying to resculpt his skull with a sledgehammer. The ache was so bad he needed a moment to string a coherent thought together. The first one was, Wonderful. Brace yourself, Brain, we must’ve been hit by a train again.

I feel like this implies that he has indeed been hit by a train more than once (besides when he was attacked by Leo in the train) lol. Perhaps it was the Krang train? 

Donnie ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth, gathering the vocals needed. “To put it in words, I synthesized a composite matrix using transgalactic astronucleides – subatomic components originating from an extradimensional - but also pretty much not - construct. These astronucleides due to their inherent non-Euclidean properties, lead to a range of attributes that diverge significantly from conventional matter-energy interaction paradigms. Interlaced within the compounds, they engage in highly resonant interplay. The localized resonance catalyzes a cascade of spatial reactions in the cellular milieu of the afflicted entity – in our case, Raph – orchestrating a corrective intervention against an aberrant ‘infectious’ process, which ostensibly defies terrestrial pathological norms.”

The amount of effort put into this paragraph right here is tremendous!! Beautiful, and poetic!! I love how much terminology is used. Rather than hedged sentences, it’s a full on explanation!!

It sat heavy in his mouth but was just smooth enough to swallow. Donnie counted the milliliters running down his throat, pausing at about 150. Then he pinned Leo with his stare. “Where are we?”

Donnie can count exact milliliters… just… wow!!!

Donnie tore off the plastic lid. He expanded the pharynx inside his throat and downed the entire drink including the garnishing in half a second. Then he gave Leo a glare, licking the corner of his lip clean. “Do they know, or do they not know that I am here, Nardo?"

Soft shell turtles swallow their meals whole. I always enjoy when this fact is incorporated into Donnie’s biology. 

This chapter had such a unique intense flow to it!! The story pacing for this fic is just absolutely incredibly!! It went from feelin isolated, and small, to massive, and incredibly huge!! Plot level jumped from a 10 to a 100!!

[sygneth]

Echoes of Elysium | Disco Elysium AU ...something?

Warnings

General warnings for my blog's content applies. Check here.

This AU is (rather) not very alternative. I am just trying to develop further events and some background for the characters, but even though I'm making research and I try to stay canon-compliant, only to fill in the gaps, I cannot guarantee it will never happen. Especially in this fandom, where many interpretations and paths are equally canon, we may not agree on some things, I hope you'll enjoy my point of view nevertheless. Some episodical OCs will appear too.

INDEX

EOE on ComicFury!

EOE on Tumblr:

Chapter 1: New Beggings -> START

EOE on AO3:

Main plot (uhh still in the process of uploading!)

Ficlet series (additional content)

LORE:

Precinct 41 plans and explanation

Plot outline

After Martinaise things are slowly getting back to normal, but the general atmosphere in the city gets thickens every day, La Retour is hanging in the air. Despite this, Harry is trying to stay sober and make amends. It's hard to say if Kim's appearance on the 41st is making things easier or harder between Harry and his old friends.

The Return happens. In the after-revolutionary mess, everybody tries to move on, but things are changing in almost every aspect of life. And on top of this, a particularly hard case drops and somebody has to take care of it.

The start of the project is directly after Martinaise, so forgive me this vague description, but I would hate to spoil the plot haha.

Okay, from now on additional info, still important but not crushial.

I want to focus on the relationship between the people of Precinct 41 and their internal experiences. Impactful events and thicker action will happen too, but mostly in the later chapters of this.

There are also some important premises of this AU I would like to highlight:

Kim was raised in an orphanage, presumably held by some Dolorian organisation (order?). Some of his old-fashioned manners and vocabulary are remainings after growing up in a religious environment (even if he's not very religious himself).

Eyes died around 9 months before the events from the game. Since then, Kim has been willingly working alone. His superiors were not very fond of that but somehow he managed not to get partnered with anyone.

Harry has no known family members left. At least as far as he and his friends know.

Jean and Harry's partnership started four, maybe five years ago. According to the game, it was "two years minimum" but personally I think those losers were stuck with each other for much longer.

Jean's years-long, unexplained depression has roots in some sort of personality disorder. Also, he is codependent on Harry, probably co-addicted too. He had problem with speed himself, however it's not nearly as serious as Harry's. I see him as more of a weekend/party drug user, as for now.

I assume that since the communist revolution gay relationships were technically legal in Revachol. Technically, because there are still no rights for same-sex couples and the social recognition is poor and rather negative (I got inspired by my own country in that matter)

That's all I can think of now. I will probably just add new information in the description of he pages.

Okay, cool, one last thing. What do you mean by "...something?"? Is this a comic? A fanfiction series? What am I looking at?

The answer is: I don't yet know. I am planning this to be mostly a comic, but I cannot say there won't be some written as fanfics parts or some kind of in-between media. I don't really want to limit myself to one medium only, but at this point, I have no idea what this will evolve into. I honestly just want to have fun lol

[daughter-of-winterfell]

My Own Dancing Body

- for the Jonsa Valentine's Day Event 2024 ❤️

“Let me make you some tea,” Jon entreats her, matching her half step. The suggestion is a perfect one and Sansa’s eyes, of their own accord, dart to his. Sincerity lies in wait there with the warmth of banked coals, and hides whatever else he must think, finding her in this bedraggled way. - Sansa returns to East 61st Street close to tears and is met by her cousin Jon. There, he makes her lemon tea and they talk gently with one another.

This is written with great haste/love for @jonsa-valentine, and is the first fanfic I have really written in years! I have posted it 41 minutes past midnight but emotionally, I did this on the 13th ❤️

The types of love in this fic are: Philia (deep friendship) and Storge (familial love).

In this, (as is custom it seems), only the younger Starks are alive and only Sansa travelled to New York to stay with her Aunt Lyanna and Cousin Jon for a season.

To read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53760841

I am the angel who sweep air in and out my own dancing body.

- Angela Jackson, Angel

The hem of her day dress – which her mother had once so painstakingly let down and secured – is dripping and unsalvageable. Sansa could cry, the tears already clawing up her throat and pricking at her insides. The puddle in the foyer only grows as it seems the entirety of the brief shower has been dragged inside on her ragged hem, and the pale pink has been left a murky grey.

Sansa sniffs dismally. She is alone, blessedly so after that, and so wipes her nose with her soaked gloves.

It must be a portent. That on the very first day she no longer wears her clutching, tight-laced mourning dresses, Mr Hardyng decides to propose and the heavens open. Her hands shiver, where they are pressed against her roiling stomach.

And she’d so longed to wear pink again. How girlish and unseemly, but black is not her colour – it drains her features when they’d been drained enough. All life had been scraped from her in the past year. Black lace only meant that all the twittering aunts and ladies could easily spy it for themselves.

Lyanna had said, “Oh, my dear,” when Sansa had arrived in her black cloistered dress, sweating and breathless, on the steps of her East 61st Street home. Her pity was piercing and bright when she rubbed the back of Sansa’s glove.

They had not been able to make it to the funeral, but Lyanna still wore a black pin above her heart for her brother and his family, and her own husband, lost at sea.

The melancholy sweeps through her then with a tidal ebb. An ever-deep sorrow for her mother, Father, Robb. For Bran, travelling far from them with so few letters returned. The dear ache of missing Arya and Rickon, safely ensconced in Riverrun.

Undeniably, a spare ounce of it is for her ruined dress and sodden gloves.

 She is not crying but her face is tight and disgustingly, humiliating damp.

“Miss Stark?”

Hastily, she sniffs in a shockingly unladylike manner and dips her neck, tipping the brim of her hat to somewhat shield herself. Embarrassment coils itself about her ankles and Sansa can only shuffle in the lake she is procuring for herself in Mrs Snow’s pristine hallway.

 It couldn’t be Bannister who found her, or Jeyne. It had to be –

 “Sansa, my dear-”

Jon cleaves his words in two, his footsteps halting an eternity away. She can’t look at him with her burning eyes and pink cheeks, in her poor, piteous state. Sansa hates herself then. What other state has Jon seen her in, since their introduction this season? Piteous and poor and weeping. On their doorstep that first day, when being snubbed by his haughty Targaryen aunt and uncle.

Yet, who else could see her in such a way? Could be allowed to? Whatever is in his eyes – which she assiduously avoids meeting now – there has never, not once, been pity.

He had been the first to wrap his arms around her in months. To dare not murmur any condolences at all.

The first she wishes to reach for, at each luncheon and ball and dinner.

Though she does not now. But the brim of her hat is no match for the hand he extends, bearing a white handkerchief. Sansa takes it from his fingers and dabs at the stinging corners of her eyes.

“Such terrible weather” – Sansa sighs in a manner suited to the stage, determined to seem somewhat unaffected - “I remember you saying I would not need my parasol today.”

His chuckle is a whiskey shot that steals her living breath.

“You would not listen to my counsel, dear cousin.”

The softening of his vowels, the tapping of his shoes – her affectations are whisps of smoke he merely blows apart. He has caught her. Thawing in the hall, in her favourite dress, almost in tears. The dance of custom would be to retreat once the white flag had been offered and accepted and reasoned away.

Jon crosses an inch of the wooden floor.

“I shall dry off and escape this chill,” Sansa declares, taking half a step to the right, towards the solitude offered by the Snow’s guest bedroom.

“Let me make you some tea,” Jon entreats her, matching her half step, “as you do so.”

The suggestion is a perfect one and Sansa’s eyes, of their own accord, dart to his. Sincerity lies in wait there with the warmth of banked coals, and hides whatever else he must think, finding her in this bedraggled way.

She inclines her head, agreeing to the tea, and endeavours not to scuttle away like some anxious creature as Jon remains at the foot of the stairs, one hand outstretched on the banister.

“If I asked,” Jon asks, cradling a cup of tea in his steady hands, perched opposite her cross-legged, straight-spined position at the dining room table, “would you tell me?”

Tell me of what happened to bring you to such a poor and piteous state, in my hallway.

Or more likely, as it is her Jon asking, tell me what made you cry.

“The rain brings out the dreariness in me,” she blusters, half afraid of what may fall from her mouth, “Please, do not worry.”

The crease between his brows tells her his thoughts like a worn book; he worries about me, regardless of what I say.

Her news will not ease that burden for him, yet it spills from her in a heaving rush. How Mr Hardyng had invited her with such grace to his opening of the new rose garden and how she had – foolishly – shed her mourning clothes with a great sigh to attend as the man’s acquaintance. How it was an orchestrated ambush and he had gripped her hands between his and declared her his fiancée when met with her astonished silence.

How no one had spoken a word when she broke that silence and torn her hands from his and the rain poetically chose to drench the entire gaping party. And her pink dress, the one her mother had always loved, was now speckled with mud and puddle-water.

“He should not have taken your hands in that way.”

Jon’s gruff disapproval of the matter of Hardyng overstepping her bodily comforts does not grate as it ought. He shakes his head, dislodging an inky curl from its manicured hold. Likely thinking of how he could have removed Hardyng’s hands from her with a degree of force, as he had done at too many of the balls they had attended at one another’s side this season.

“It is no serious matter.”

He says her name, feather-soft.

“If that was the entirety of it, perhaps it would be, but Jon -” Sansa’s breath hitches and she releases her teacup with a clatter. Oh god.

Without seeming to listen, Jon is consumed, swirling his lemon tea. It is his turn to avoid her gaze.

“He should not have asked at all,” he mutters darkly.

She has just left the black behind so it is not seemly to pounce upon her so, but Jon seems to frown more fiercely than Hardyng’s faux pas deserves.

Swallowing the dismay of her own recollections, she ignores his scowls and continues, chin high and trembling. “Jon, I turned him down, vehemently. What other man will forget that?”

He stills.

Her hands shake against the dining room table as Jon, purposely and with the expression of a man pierced through and through, meets her eyes. Covers her hand with no weight at all.

“I do not need to forget. If – I asked…”

Courage deserts him with a fell swoop and Sansa turns her hand over in careful inches. Soon lacing their tea-warmed hands into one. And she is free, miraculously, of the prickling, shaking, nausea that poisoned her in the hall. It is just her, and her Jon.

“We’re family,” Jon manages, the embers in his gaze alight again and like a looking glass, Sansa knows him, knows his meaning. We could be a family.

They could be. They could dance with one another that inch closer and share lemon tea as dusk falls and they dream of spring.

 Her heartbeat swells, a symphony, and lulls into a new pleasant calmness.

“More tea, my dearest Jon?”

He does not release her hands and her laughing offer is not accepted. Rather, the hearth of his heart opens and the teacups are forgotten as their foreheads touch, gentle across the scant table cloth that rudely divides them.

Lemon tea and dancing can come later. For now, Sansa is held and is warm.

[honeybee-bard]

for the fanfic ask game: 4, 13, 21, 27, 41, 51, 57! (sorry it's a lot, feel free to skip any of 'em. 😅)

Ahhhhh I'm so excited I got so many of these <3 <3 <3 Side note, three people sent asks for this ask game and none of the numbers were repeats at all which is neat!!

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

A lot of my ideas come from just talking about BG3 to my friends, sometimes the conversation will spark something great. Music is also a big one, the song "Heaven Written" by Soldana inspired a whole oneshot based on it's lyrics that should be up in early December that I'm super excited for. The same thing goes for my piece You Are in Love, inspired by the lyrics of the Taylor Swift song by the same name. Also, one time my beta reader joked about the concept of "Gale ram ranch" which accidentally spurred the idea for a cowboy AU Bloodweave fic, so sometimes inspiration comes from dumb goofs that I think a little too hard about.

13. What's a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Write for yourself. Everything I write is something I want to write, created with the intent of making something I would want to read. Writing is a hobby for me, so I want to make sure it's always fun, not a chore.

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

I don't have any plans to ever do so, but I'm not entirely opposed to the idea either! I could see it maybe happening someday when I'm not so busy with tons of ideas of my own, right now I have too many things I'm eager to work on myself to focus on a collaboration.

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

I cannot begin to describe the satisfaction of finally perfecting a scene I've struggled with, I live for that shit. A good example of this is chapter 7 of my Falling Star fic, it was my first time writing smut on that level and when I finally got to the final version of the scene I was thrilled. My least favorite part is the struggling to get to that point, although I suppose that's part of what makes it so rewarding.

41. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I have some comfort fics that I go back to time and time again. I have read Kiss the Cook all the way through at least a dozen times now, probably more. I read more Astarion than Gale, but when I want a good Gale piece I go to Slip of the Tongue and, more recently, Should've Noticed You Sooner.

51. What's your total AO3 word count?

86,978

57. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it's finished?

I do a combination of both. I hate leaving a scene unfinished so I end up editing as I go a lot to avoid it, then going through later and adding more details.

[jolalibrary]

My wonderful, amazing Jo… 🥰

If I may can I ask you 40 and 75 for the fanfic writer ask? And for 75, please refer to that masterpiece of yours that Do Me Yourself is… 😍😍

Thank you in advance for answering.. 😊

LoveYouSoMuchByeeeeeeee..😘😘😘😘😘

ohhhh, my lovely and wonderful friend, sara 🩷 how i do love you.

40. I’ve answered somewhere… so I’ll give you 41.

41. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I am a rereader until I can no more. I adore rereading things! I’m not that way inclined with my own work but others, yes! I love getting to visit something and picking up something different the second, third or fourth time.

75. What scene in [DMY] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

so, I think the one I spent the longest with was Luca’s first appearance. I’ve never written children, I do not have children and I cannot have children, so this was me both coming to terms with the latter of that statement and also making a mini-version of this man I adore. the chapter he met rainy for the first time I think broke me in different ways than other fics, but I am so proud of it? but I think I worked on it for dayssss, and even then I panicked to friends about it before it went up. but I love him, my little Luca, my little boy who never was.

get to know the fanfic writer

[reine-du-sourire]

As you're a Wodehouse fan have you read the fanfic that puts Jeeves as a child in the Phantomhive mansion being inspired to become a butler because of hs chance meeting with a certain demon butler? I keep threatening to write one where they're both demons and talking shit about their contractors--yet to do it though. Am I repeating myself? I'm pretty old y'know.

I have, I think, read it. I should go read it again to refresh my memory, though.

I am definitely a Wodehouse fan. And yes, by all means write it.

As an aside, I have written a fic in which Jeeves too is a demon, contracted by Dahlia Travers to take care of her nephew. I'd love to write another one in which a meeting between masters and butler/valet takes place- as Bertie was born in 1892 (he was 24 in 1916) and Ciel was born in 1875, Bertie would be 24 when Ciel would be 41.

I'd like to write such a piece. Sebastian of course has not aged a day, Jeeves is his dignified best, Ciel has somehow survived and is not believing this Wooster idiot, and Bertie is there too.

We'll compare writings afterwards.

[resident-rats]

41 & 77 (Knives are Faster) for the writer ask! :D

41. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

If it’s my own fics then not really hdhhdj, not unless it’s been awhile anyway. Other fics though I reread all the time!! I usually download my favourite fics so I can read them again easily without hassle

77. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter? 

So funny you asked this bc it’s the shaving scene bxhxhhd. I’m just a huge slut for that kind of interaction, especially with added sexual tension

Thank you for the ask Coleslaw :D

[the-tmnt-ficfinder]

Ficfinder finds: The Lemonade Leak

Chapter 21: The Monster

Chapter 21 Summary: No Summary

The Monster: Appraisal and Ratings

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Disclaimer: This fanfic is only available to those who have an Ao3 profile. This fanfic is written by @turtleinsoup, so go show them some love and support!!

The fanfic ratings are not based on quality, favoritism, or how good I think it is, but rather, how intense a subject may be. Like a movie review, or the tags on Ao3, letting the readers know what to expect.

Plot: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Plot is three out of five!! This chapter feels somewhat like a lull. Like the calm before the storm. This chapter is chock full of information, and story important plot!! Though it may not be as intense, it’s certainly captivating!!”

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Suspense/Mystery is five out of five!! This chapter has loads of mystery in it!! The amount of things going on is like a slap to the face!! Sudden, confusing, and strange!”

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Angst/Hurt is three out of five!! This chapter has a very different flavor of angst than the previous ones. Lots of confusion, like floundering or drowning in uncertainty.”

Fluff/Comfort: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is two out of five! This chapter has no fluff whatsoever, and minimal comfort. Though, it’s less of comforting comfort, and more of the comfort of knowing some things might turn out ok.”

Emotions Conveyed: 💛🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Emotions Conveyed is one out of five!! I feel like this chapter really hinged less on the emotional side, and much more on the knowledge and story side. So much info was dropped in one chapter!”

Drama/Tension Level: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Drama/Tension Level is five out of five!! This chapter actually has a lot of drama and tension! It’s got medical drama, and tension with Leo. This chapter has loads of info in it, and none of it is calm or lighthearted info, causing a lot of drama.”

Triggers: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Triggers for this chapter are four out of five. As stated earlier, this chapter has a lot of medical drama! The author notes warn for Loss of Limbs, Medical Gore, and Child Abuse.”

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Legibility (Reading) is four out of five!! Incredibly captivating read!! This chapter was incredibly fun to read!! However, it has a lot of medical terms, which can be hard for some people to read or pronounce.”

Legibility (Audio): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Audio) is five out of five!! As this chapter has a high amount of medical terms in it, I found it enjoyable to listen to, as then the terms were pronounced, better to be understood ^^”

Length: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Length is four out of five!! Chapter 21 of The Lemonade Leak takes about 41-42 minutes to listen to!!"

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Personal thoughts on chapter below cut (Contains Spoilers)

This chapter has such a uniquely different feel than the others!! Like a new story all together. Definitely interesting!! Especially as this chapter is from Draxum’s POV which has only happened a few other times.

Two stumbled but kept talking like he wasn’t. “Rayas, tell the docs I want structural and functional MRIs of the new parasites. No unnecessary chems before we have all scans.” He patted the Tiger’s arm as he passed him, “I want two of your men to stay on guard in case the bodies make problems. I don’t mind who, as long as it’s not Alopex again, juro que la vi masticando su máscara médica.”

To translate, Leo said “I swear I saw her chewing on her medical mask.” Which I find rather hilarious. 

A new kind of grin unfurled on the boy’s face. It caught the light in white teeth, bright in the dark, as if the very night herself recoiled from it. “No. But I’ll make sure you can try, pa-pi-to. Soon enough.” Draxum’s stomach turned for a reason he couldn’t place.

This has got to be the smartest, cleverest, most manipulative Leo I’ve ever seen. Heather becoming less and less of a person, a human being, and more like a machine driven by a task, a goal, a purpose. Leo, as Draxum built him, is a weapon, and he’s going through and executing his actions to get to his purpose. 

I don’t have many little things to say about this chapter, mostly because everything is going by so fast. I seriously can’t praise this fanfic enough, it’s so expertly written!! I love the shift in tone as the story progresses!! I think, one of the things I love the most, is how incredibly detailed each individual each POV is. The story isn’t just being viewed through a different set of eyes, but being told by an entirely different person. Each POV feels like switching fanfics!! I really enjoyed the medical setting in this chapter, and seeing how Draxum sees it. It’s fun imagining what this would look like through Mikey’s POV, or Leo’s or Donnie’s even. I love how much effort has gone into writing each POV so uniquely!!

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

Whiskey’s fic masterlist

Masterlist of the Elliot's universe. If you’re new to this world, welcome! Here are the main characters:

Elijah: The GM and owner of Elliot's, a restaurant in Manhattan. My stories range in timeline, but at his youngest in these stories he's 35, at the oldest he's 41. His description is in this post. Elijah is straight (he and Greyson argue like a married couple but aren't together lol) Visual of Elijah by the v talented ghostlychill here!

Greyson: The Executive Chef at Elliot's. He ranges in age from 26-32. Description of Greyson here! Greyson is pansexual (again, he and Elijah won't be getting together in my stories).

Matt: Greyson's sous chef. He is dating Mark, in the later stories. He ranges in age from 20-26. He is bisexual.

Mark: Elijah's front of house manager, dating Matt in the later stories. He ranges in age from 22-28. He is gay.

Mark and Matt descriptions here.

Requests are open! If you have something you'd like to see in this universe, please feel free to send it (I can't guarantee it will get written BUT I will definitely try to fill what I can :))

PSA: I do write:

Light Mess

Coughing/pneumonia

Contagion 

Fevers, passing out, rashes...anything in the ‘cold/flu’ vicinity

PSA: I do not write:

Emeto 

Romance/sexual plots featuring Elijah and Greyson as a couple

Anything co/vid related

Fanfic or anyone else’s OCs

RP of any kind, including with my characters (sorry)

Heavy mess

Elliot's Cast - Full fics. Now in chronological order!

Long Day, Late Night - M, cold (Greyson)

Open Secret - M, cold (Elijah)

Home for Christmas - M, cold (mostly Greyson, but Elijah a little too)

Go Home - M, cold (Greyson)

A Cup of Tea and Paracetamol pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4 - M, cold (Elijah only in pt 1 and 2, both in pt 3 and 4)

Weak/Weary - M, cold (Greyson)

Who Cares for You - M, cold (Elijah. There’s also a couple sneezes from Greyson that are fake/induced by pepper)

Downfall pt 1, pt 2 M, cold (Elijah, matt, and mark pt 1, Greyson pt 2)

Heart. Sick. - M, cold (Greyson)

Critical - M, cold (Elijah)

Cry Wolf - M, cold (Greyson)

Patient Zero - M, cold (Elijah and Greyson)

City Slicker - M, allergies (Elijah)

Three - M, cold (some Greyson, plus Matt. M/M pairing)

Show & Tell - M, cold (Matt)

Safe - M, cold (Mark centric, but Greyson and Matt also feature here)

Instant Karma - M, cold (Greyson)

Thanks - M, cold (everyone, but Elijah focused)

See Me, I See You - M, cold (Greyson and Elijah)

FOH/BOH pt 1 - M, cold (Elijah pt 1)

Hard to Shake - M, cold (Greyson)

Then & Now - M, cold (Greyson)

Chatterbox - M, cold (Greyson - this is a short one)

Noticing - M, cold (Greyson)

(note: there may be discrepancies in this timeline. I am not perfect, this is snz fiction not a fully mapped novel so if something doesn't make sense timeline-wise, my apologies haha.)

Elliot's Cast - Drabbles (no particular order)

Fever - Elijah, cold

Outside - Greyson, cold

Nyquil - Elijah, cold

Summer - Elijah & Greyson, colds

Angry - Greyson, cold

Gingerbread - Greyson, Matt, colds

Bed - Elijah, cold

More about the guys under the tag #asks answered. As always, thanks so much for reading!

[grayintogreen]

Happy birthday! Ask game: 3,8,22,30,36,41

3. Tell me about one of your fics you think is underrated/underappreciated.

Answered this one, but I will say that honestly any of my Lucien fics are underappreciated for virtue of focusing on characters that barely anyone likes. Which is FIIIINE. I've attracted the attention of a dedicated following of Lucien fans... And people willing to appreciate him in the right hands.

8. Who are some of your favourite authors in your fandom?

Aw jeez. Okay, in Hazbin Hotel fandom it's easier because the fandom itself is SO HUGE that I tend to stick to a few authors: magpienear, @birdsaretoddlers @prince-liest @spoondrifts have definitely been my focus, but shoutout to @winekita for writing hilarious fic in BOTH of my fandoms.

In CR fandom, @fruitzbat writes the fics I would write if Kingsley were my blorbo and I was super smart and I'm glad he's here doing the Lord's work in this fandom. @mareastrorum is also out there writing "let's take CR2 and BREAK IT" AU fic and doing fucking amazing at it. @operafloozy writes amazing character work and character studies. @professor-rye is so so great and a fellow friend in the longfic trenches. Um. Honestly, look at my bookmarks and you will probably find a lot of repeat offenders.

22. Do you reply to comments?

Yes, and I will also never shut up if you point out something you found cool. I'm like HERE'S AN ADDITIONAL FIVE HUNDRED WORDS ABOUT WHY I DID THAT.

30. What do you struggle with most when writing?

Description and atmosphere, but mainly because I'm always comparing myself to people who are like... god-tier at it. Like I know my strengths are in character work/voice, but god I ALSO want to be good at invoking peerless imagery. Genuinely all of the writers I linked up there are way better at describing things than I am.

36. What's your fic with the happiest ending?

Honestly... of like the genuinely long fics with an actual conflict that isn't just a simple scene or a fic based on vibes (because I have a lot of happy fics that are just vibes), I'd have to go with shattered stage, because even when Molly, Lucien, and King separate and go back to their own timelines, it ends with them being brought back together to see each other again and that gets my heart so good.

41. Have you ever written a reader insert fic?

No and I never will. Not for me.

FANFIC ASK GAME.

[sanvirtheobserver]

💙TAKING FLIGHT MASTERPOST💙

Okay. After 50+ chapters of fanfic, it's time I got SOMETHING resembling a master post for the whole thing. Here are the first five volumes + the prologue fan episode thing that started this amazing journey. I will update this post later, but I just wanted a neat little place to hold all my Taking Flight stuff. Not to mention, it'll make it much easier to actually START the fic for newcomers.

To everyone who is either coming back to this fic or discovering it for the first time, I can't thank you guys enough. While this is first and foremost a personal passion project of mine, it's nice to see others being interested. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. And if there's anything you wanna talk about or prescribe, my ask box is still open and I'm genuinely curious as to what you think.

Okay, enough of the sappy stuff. LET'S GO ON AN ADVENTURE!

VOLUMES

Prologue

Volume 1

Volume 2

Volume 3

Volume 4

Volume 5

POST VOLUME CHAPTERS

(Will be updated with future releases.)

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OPTIONAL CONTENT

(Will be updated with future releases.)

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[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙ emmy’s ask game! ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ pick a question (or multiple) from this list and send it to my ask box! you can be anonymous if you want :) i’m just in the mood to talk hehe

these are so random and in no particular order. i picked my favorite questions from multiple ask games across tumblr and other parts of the internet

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✿ 1. have any tattoos? or piercings?

✿ 2. three films i could watch for the rest of my life and not get sick of them?

✿ 3. how did i get into skz?

✿ 4. my favorite fic i’ve ever written?

✿ 5. my favorite fic i’ve ever read?

✿ 6. how did i get my username?

✿ 7. favorite form of potato?

✿ 8. ㅤfavorite food?

✿ 9. last text message i sent?

✿ 10. last thing i googled?

✿ 11. coffee or tea? / favorite drink?

✿ 12. my phone wallpaper?

✿ 13. what will make me stop reading a fanfic immediately?

✿ 14. my d&d character?

✿ 15. favorite skz song, album, era?

✿ 16. things i do to comfort myself when im sad?

✿ 17. relationship status?

✿ 18. favorite twitch streamer?

✿ 19. current vocal stim that i can’t stop saying?

✿ 20. do i believe in ghosts? aliens?

✿ 21. favorite season?

✿ 22. favorite book?

✿ 23. things in another person that i am attracted to?

✿ 24. describe yourself in 3 words?

✿ 25. favorite movie from your childhood?

✿ 26. am i scared of death?

✿ 27. when i die, what do i want people to remember about me?

✿ 28. do you have a comfort item? what is it?

✿ 29. something coming up that i’m excited for?

✿ 30. what i hate most about myself? and what i like most about myself?

✿ 31. my biggest achievement?

✿ 32. what i do for work?

✿ 33. describe my appearance (eye color, hair color, skin tone, body type, etc)

✿ 34. favorite skz racha? favorite skz pairing?

✿ 35. do people irl know about my fandom or blog?

✿ 36. my favorite skz member and why?

✿ 37. do i have any nicknames?

✿ 38. my childhood career choice?

✿ 39. favorite apps other than tumblr?

✿ 40. the last time i cried?

✿ 41. top celebrity crushes?

✿ 42. am i involved in any other fandoms?

✿ 43. how many wip do i have?

✿ 44. describe my most recent wip in 10 words or less.

✿ 45. something i’m really good at? something im really bad at?

✿ 46. how am i feeling right now?

✿ 47. twilight or harry potter?

✿ 48. things that scare me the most?

✿ 49. favorite podcast?

✿ 50. make your own question! as me anything! :))

༝༚༝༚♡ and maybe some nsfw questions because i’m feelin saucy

🔥51. overstimulated? or edged?

🔥52. sleep in lingerie or sleep nude?

🔥53. watch porn or read erotica?

🔥54. shaved? or bush?

🔥55. any kinks?

🔥56. any toys?

🔥57. receiving or giving oral?

🔥58. my body count?