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Lunches, Knitting and Definitely Not Dating by noxlunate, stevergrsno (noxlunate)

Sterek | 10k | Teen

“So, I uh, managed to get myself pregnant.”

“You what?!”

“Got myself pregnant. Y’know, up the duff, knocked up, a bun in the oven, in a family way, eating for two, with child. I could go on Dad, really, stop me before I exhaust the list of pregnancy euphemisms. There’s still caught an 18 year STD, my eggo is preggo, building a person-“

“Stiles.”

“Hosting a parasite, harboring a fugitive-“

stevergrsno

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Will create works that contain: modern AUs, magical/supernatural AUs, AUs in general, fluff, kidfic

Will not create works that contain: major character death, extreme violence, heavy kink, pwp, unhappy endings

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Auction ID: 1198

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - MCU Loki/Thor - MCU

Work Description: I'm offering a fic of at least 5k length. I'm willing to write a lot of things, though I tend to lean towards writing AUs with a focus on modern and/or magical AUs with a comedic tone. For examples of my writing please feel free to check out my ao3 page!

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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His Only Defence by LunaCanisLupus_22 Stiles had just accidentally challenged an alpha. Oh God, and Scott had just stood by and let him do it. He was the worst best friend ever. Stiles was going to kill him. Except, oh right, the alpha was going to kill him first. Like beyond dead, ripped into tiny little pieces dead. So far dead that his dad would not be able to identify him, dead.

I’d write 365 letters for him by kits_lightning Stiles kept kissing down his chest but Derek’s heart was beating a mile a minute for a whole other reason. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and it read 6:42 PM. He focused his hearing and heard footsteps throughout the house. “Oh fuck.” He breathed. “Derek Sebastian Hale, if you’re done I’d like to talk to you in the living room. Now.” He could hear his mother’s—his alpha’s—voice and she sounded pissed. ~*~*~*~ Or the one where our boys got caught doing it and Stiles is adorably romantic as fuck.

Call Me, Text Me If You Want To Date Me (If You Want To Sext Me, That’s More Than Alright by Swing Set in December (swing_set13) Derek's been biting his tongue all week 'cause Stiles has got him tongue-tied (or the one where Stiles is wooed unknowingly via an uncharged cellphone by Derek). Technology is no one's friend in the game of love.

We Grew A Little And Knew A Lot by noxlunate / stevergrsno “So, you do like me though?” “No, I hate you and I’ve spent a ton of time and money trying to make you happy for no reason at all.” Derek deadpans and Stiles can’t help it, he smiles blindingly at Derek and leans in, smashing their mouths together. -- Or an A/B/O fic that's totally mostly floof

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

honestly it’d be a tie between bad moon rising and kataigída

21. most memorable comment/review

answered!

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

probably everything by @thelittleblackfox . also, through the woods by @recalibrates !!

“Why didn’t you answer me?” Bucky asks.

“Huh?”

“My texts. My calls.” Bucky pulls himself away from Steve’s chest to look up at his face. “I sent you an embarrassin’ amount of ‘em.”

“Couldn’t check my phone.”

Bucky frowns. “That’s irresponsible.”

“Can we go back to hugging?” Steve asks.

Bucky frowns harder. “I was worried about you!” He half shoves Steve’s shoulder, trying to get the point across that he’s serious and angry.

For a moment Steve looks like he may argue with him, but then all at once Steve’s face just crumples. “Steve?” Bucky asks, tentative.

Steve shakes his head, pulling Bucky back in and gripping him, frankly, uncomfortably tight. “Thank you,” he says, voice cracking.

“I didn’t—“ Bucky starts.

“You cared, Buck. You’re the only person in the world who cared if I made it out okay.”

Bucky exhales, slow. “So you were there? At the battle?”

“Yes.”

Never Talk to Strangers

Of course I am okay with talking about my older fics! Those were my glory days LOL. I feel like I was much more on the ball back then. (Please imagine me sitting next to a window in a big chair and taking a sip of whiskey while staring out the window with a terse expression.)

But yes! Never Talk to Strangers! AKA: Steve tries and fails to tell Bucky that he loves him about 950 times in the span of one fic. That’s one of the things that I like about the fic: there’s not actually a ton of miscommunication. There’s a level of unsureness (especially on Bucky’s end) but it’s more about emotional constipation than miscommunication.

But that’s what made writing moments like the one above, where Steve actually allows himself to be very open with his feelings, really rewarding. 

The fic was really inspired by the deleted scene from the Avengers where Steve does his sadness errands. Like, it takes a Lot to get out of a funk like that. (Honestly, in the MCU, I’m not sure Steve ever got over that. Just got better at hiding how poorly he’s doing.) So I loved the idea of Bucky bringing some of Steve out of Steve, if that makes sense, his presence serving as a guide and as reassurance, helping Steve regain some confidence and footing, introducing him to other people who he can become friends with, and showing him what it’s like to be a modern person.

Thank you for the questions! I already answered 8, so I’m just going to do 4 and 20 (which, trivial trivia you didn’t ask for, is a brand of meat pie in Australia)

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals?

I thought my answer to this was going to be no, but then I thought about it some more and realised I do. I have to clean my desk, I have to make a fresh cup of tea or coffee before I start (that will probably end up cold) and have a cold drink, as well. I have to have something playing on the TV that is background noise, low enough I mostly can’t hear it, and something queued up on Spotify in case I need it (I end up playing music depending on the scene I’m writing). If I’m planning to pull a full day, I make sure I eat a proper breakfast so I don’t have to worry about low blood sugar and do my WoW chores first thing in the morning to get them out of the way. 

That’s disturbingly organised, now that I see it all spelled out.

20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on.

You got it!

“Now, you’re my first Companion customer, but I guessyou can’t exactly write letters on your own.” Steve settled his scribe box at his feet with asmile, ignoring the goggle-eyed looks of the market-goers. Not that he blamed them; lone Companions weren’t exactly a common sight. “Not sure how this is going to work, though. Are you going to talk in my head?” he asked curiously.

He wasn’t sure how he could tell the Companion was amused,but she was. It was there in the arch of her neck, in the way she shook hermane. She tilted one ear sideways, then flicked it forward, almost like aquestion.

Steve decided to treat it like one. “That’d be finewith me. Not sure how else you’re going to tell me what you need written down.”

C: What character do you identify with most?

Oh wow, that’s hard. I think I tend to find characters more identifiable as I write them more? I’m always a little surprised when I find something of myself in various characters as I write, and especially surprised when on the surface the characters don’t seem anything like me.

Currently, even though I haven’t written any Good Place fic,I feel like I identify a lot with Chidi Anagonye, in terms of anxiety and being unable to easily make decisions, but also with Eleanor Shellstrop in that I too find it annoying when I can’t ignore the little voice in the back of my head telling me to be a better person than I really am. Like, fine, I will do the right thing, but I’ll be cranky about it if it inconveniences me.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

Oh, I’m definitely a gardener, in this dichotomy. I am not much of a planner - I find doing a detailed outline really kills any interest I have in writing the story, since then I already know how it goes, so why bother? I’m a pretty seat-of-the-pants writer, making it up on the fly.

I do make notes about beats I’d like to hit or scenes I think are necessary, or bits of dialogue that seem cool and I want to remember to use when I get there (sometimes this results in writing out of order, even though I’m mostly a linear writer), but mostly my notes look like this:

Step 1: Pining

Step 2: Banter

Step 3: ???

Step 4: PROFIT. I mean, kissing.

#THIS IS THE MOST ACCURATE EDDIE I HAVE SEEN YET #also like this is just really beautiful and i love it

*tries not to cry* ...