#that's not my neighbor fanficton

[until-another-one-comes]

To The Right Person (Milkplane and Businessreport fic)

(A little short conversation between Francis and Izaack regarding their respective love interests I wrote at like... 1 am lmao)

(ships involved are Milkplane and Businessreport but they're not the focus)

Izaack sat back down on his seat next to Francis, loosening the collar on his shirt and catching his breath. The man was no stranger to an exciting night's out but even he needed to take a break after some time. The press of the people around him was starting to feel suffocating and he felt his body heating up. He ordered an iced drink from the bartender who nodded and went to prepare it. Izaack turned towards Francis, who was watching the people still dancing. His drink was right next to him, half-empty.

"Don't want to join them?" Izaack asked, pointing his thumb towards Steven and Angus still in the middle of the crowded room. Francis shook his head.

"No, I'm already tired," the other man replied, shaking his head. It was then that Izaack noticed the lack of red tint on his cheeks- Francis wasn't a heavy drinker, but at this point during their night outs the other man would already be slightly drunk, his face flushed and head nodding tiredly.

"I see you haven't been drinking," Izaack commented, moving slightly to see what was in Francis's cup. He wasn't sure what it was but judging by the other man's sober state it definitely wasn't alcohol. Francis shook his head again.

"Mmm, I want to cut down on drinking. Never really liked how being drunk makes me feel, you know?" Francis explained, finally tearing his eyes off the crowd and looking at Izaack. The reporter nodded, never being a huge fan of drinking himself, it was only ever a way to slightly cut loose and spend time with his friends.

"I understand. Why now, though?" Izaack asked, his usual curiosity peaking through. Francis went silent, fidgeting slightly with the sleeve of his shirt. He was silent for so long that Izaack almost took back his question until his friend finally spoke.

"Can you promise to keep a secret?" Francis said, looking at him with a strangely worried expression. Izaack blinked in surprise. Well, this was not the answer he expected.

"Asking a reporter to keep secrets probably isn't the smartest move, Francis. Our job is to uncover secrets," Izaack said, laughing slightly to ease the tension. Judging by the unimpressed look Francis was giving him, it didn't work. Izaack cleared his throat and tried again. "Of course, what is it?" he put on his usual charming smile to reassure him. Thankfully, it actually worked as Francis relaxed and spoke again.

"I never actually like drinking. It makes me feel miserable and I hate waking up hangover the next day," Francis avoided looking at Izaack as he said it, but the words were said in a hurried hushed tone as if he was worried everyone else in the bar would listen. For the second time tonight, Izaack looked surprised at him.

"Then why do you always drink when we go out?" He asked. A thought came to him. "You don't have to force yourself to drink with us, you know. We don't mind and I don't drink much either," was that the reason for this sudden change? Francis shook his head.

"No, no, it's nothing like that," he ran a hand over his hair. "I just..." his voice trailed off. Izaack put his hand on the other man's tense shoulder.

"Francis, you don't have to tell me what's wrong if you don't want to. But just know I won't judge, alright?" He said, squeezing his shoulder in a reassuring way. Francis looked down on the floor but made no move to move aside Izaack's hand. He took that as a good sign.

"I drink because it makes me feel good, even for a moment. I get to forget about my problems. But then it all comes crashing down and then I regret drinking. And then I do it *again* because I couldn't think of how else to distract myself when I'm... feeling down,"

Izaack stayed silent the whole time. Francis remained silent after his explanation, eyes still on the floor and his shoulders slumped. After a while, a chuckle broke out of him.

"I'm sorry, forget I said anything," Francis said, turning his body away. He tried to look nonchalant but his tone gave it away, dripping with shame.

"What about now?"

"Hm?"

"You said you drink because you can't think of anything else to take your mind off your problems. So what about now? Did you find something else to do that?"

Francis didn't answer, but Izaack saw his dark brown eyes darting to the center of the bar. Steven was laughing and holding a mug in his hand, his face red and bright. Izaack smiled.

Not something, someone.

Francis looked back at him and realised Izaack saw who he was looking at. His face went redder than it was when he was drunk and Izaack laughed.

"So thats it," he chuckled. Francis ducked his head in embarassment but gave a small smile. At the moment, the bartender returned, handing Izaack his drink.

"I'm glad you found someone that makes you happy, Francis. I think you deserve it," Izaack said. Francis looked at him curiously.

"You do?"

"Of course, we all deserve that,"

"Thank you," Francis smiled. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Have you found someone like that? What with your, um..."

"Popularity? Charm? Well, I have some admirers, but none that catches my eyes,"

"None? Absolutely no one?"

Izaack gave a small smile but didn't answer. Suddenly, they both heard a loud crash and turned their heads once again to the sea of people on the other side of the bar. Angus was waving around a handful of cards, loudly exclaiming something that was drowned out by the rest of the crowd's noise. Izaack turned back to Francis.

"There is *one* person I might consider," he said, sipping his drink and grinning. Francis looked incredulously again at Angus's direction. He shook his head but decided not to comment any further. If that was what Izaack liked, who was he to judge?

"To the right person," Izaack said, lifting his mug towards Francis. The other man smiled slightly and tapped his mug against his.

"To the right person."

[myrish-lace-love]

fic writer appreciation/positivity meme from @jonsa-creatives

Tagged by @priestess-of-artemis thank you so much!!!

Please answer the following questions and tag 5 friends!

1) Which current fic(s) are you excited about at the moment?

I love Strictly Professional by @lathwell55 and Hysteria by @priestess-of-artemis as well as the Career Day Romance series by @vivilove-jonsa! Also love AO3 fics by Jade Masquerade (not sure if on tumblr? let me know and I’ll tag you!) 

Also anything by @buttercup--bee, @bluecichlid, @kittykatknits, @ava-rosier, @rumaan

2) Which older/finished fic(s) would you recommend and why?

The Here and Now by @jillypups is amazing! Jon and Sansa meet in the modern world and remember their past lives and I get chills each time!

His Complete Package: A Fanficton Parody by @bluecichlid is hilarious and perfectly pitched! 

heavenly creatures by @misshoneywheeler this is one of my all-time favorite jonsa fics. Sansa ties Jon up, and Jon heals her heart. I love it!

3) Can you remember the first Jonsa fic you read?

I don’t think I can!

4) Are there any writers that you think deserve more kudos/comments/general acknowledgement of awesomeness?

@maybetwice @jane-birkn @sansapotter @dialux @geekprincess26 @bluecichlid @buttercup--bee @jeeno2  @eliamartvll  @greengableslover and many others!

-Questions for the writers only-

5) What about your writing are you particularly proud of? (A certain fic? Your style? A specific paragraph or prose?) - Come on - don’t be humble! Shout about your talents!

Hmm. Well, I think I write pretty good fluffy/sweet fic? Right now I’m enjoying writing more for Getting to know my neighbor (you’re pretty cute too) - a modern AU where Jon and Sansa meet after a blackout in their apartment building.  Most recently Jon sent Sansa a series of letters while was on an all-boys vacation, telling her how he feels about her.  

I’m still proud of this excerpt from my very first fic, the wolf who loved lemoncakes (do I have a problem with bad titles? I think I have a problem with titles lol) where Sansa asks some wildling women to help her learn to fight:

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The blond wildling leaning against a rock near the fire, with a quiver of arrows next to her, turned first as Sansa approached, her boots crunching on the snow. An animal was roasting on a spit and the women were digging into the meal, carving off pieces as they ate. It’s a hunting party. The meat smelled wonderful, and Sansa's mouth watered. They all looked at her now, one elbowing another, as the conversation died down.

“Hello,” she said, in a small voice. Damn you, Sansa, these women are warriors. Are you that much of a little bird that you can’t even chirp when they’re around? 

They’re skeptical, wary, but most acknowledge her with a nod. They know who she is.

“I...I’ve come to ask a favor of you.” she said. “I need to learn how to fight, and I thought... I thought I might ask if you would teach me.” She finished stronger, her voice clearer, carrying across the circle.

“Why d’you need to learn to fight?” asked the blond one. “I’m Dara, by the way.”

Sansa had steeled herself for that question, she’d imagined it delivered many ways, with a sneer, or a smirk or some sort of judgment, what does the fair Lady of Winterfell think she can ask of us, we’re not kneelers, shove off.  She hadn’t expected frank curiosity. That was a relief, of sorts.

“I....my last husband beat me, tortured me.” So did my first. "He hurt me, over and over, offered me to the dogs and I just...took it. I need to know how to never let that happen again.”  And I may have to marry again, and soon.

“I think you’ve got that backwards, lass,” Dara said flatly. “Aye, he beat you, raped you no doubt, tortured you...and then you escaped, brought an army down around his head and fed him to his own dogs.”

Sansa blinked, slowly. She’d never thought of it quite that way.

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6) What do you admire about other writers?

OMG Plots! I write so many one-shots, and I’m amazed by the ability of @lathwell55 and @priestess-of-artemis and many others to write chapter after chapter of intriguing, interwoven story lines week after week.

Dark!Jon! @vivilove-jonsa @kittykatknits @jboobies @priestess-of-artemis @lathwell55 I’m looking at you ladies. I LOVE reading Dark!Jon, and they do it so well! *fans self*

Beautiful, vivid writing! @bluecichlid @buttercup--bee  @subjunctivemood I’m looking at you! I feel like I’m reading poetry when you ladies post. :) 

7) Do you listen to music whilst you write?

I don’t! I feel like maybe that’s rare? When I’m in the zone silence is what feels best and most calming. 

I tag: @kat-snow2613 @subjunctivemood @sansapotter @jane-birkn @dialux

[revlark]

So it seems I forgot to post a link to my Fanfiction to this site, even though it was the reason I joined in the first place??? Anyways, here it is. It's a Voltron au where Keith is raised by the Blades of Marmora and crashes down to Earth when he's a kid. No shipping though, sorry!! "Takashi Shirogane was a relatively normal guy. Sure, his neighbor's kids could get annoying, but, hey, he wasn't so good with kids. Which was fine for him....until the weird alien equivalent of an eight year old crashes into his garden...wait, what?"