#foot in the mouth fic

[spotsandsocks]

Not seven sentence Sunday

💕💔💕 tagged by the lovely talented and amazing @elvensorceress @hoodie-buck @pirrusstuff @honestlydarkprincess @rogerzsteven @loveyouanyway @bekkachaos @exhuastedpigeon @daffi-990 @wikiangela @giddyupbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @diazsdimples

Breaking the rules all over tonight 😆 with definitely more than 7 sentences and other things

I’ve been going over the same bit for ever now so tossing it out there. This needs a title but I guess it’s mutual pining foot in the mouth fic for now

Chim’s eyes are dancing and his tone teasing, “You know i think Bobby has a point! Lost the magic!” He tuts sadly. “Not getting any younger are you Buckaroo!”

He mouths “Screw you” across the cab so Bobby doesn’t yell at him for swearing.

Chim clutches his heart in mock hurt. Hen backs up her bestie with a shake of her head and a sad echo, ”lost it’

She grins when he switches his glare to her . Vengeance will be his as soon as he can think of something suitable to annoy them. However for now he refuses to rise to the bait. There’s clearly only way out of this ridiculous conversation. He holds up his hands in defeat.

““You got me. No game. It’s all over for me.”

There’s a sudden bark of noise. It’s loud and harsh and all heads turn to the source. Eddie.

He’s finally looking away from the window and right at him.

“Like you couldn’t get someone to go home with you just like that” he snaps his fingers “Please! Look at you !” A hand gets flung wildly in his direction gesturing vaguely to all of of him.

Someone sniggers but he can’t stop looking at Eddie’s expression. It's as odd as it’s unfamiliar. He looks and sounds irritated but his eyes are sad. The two together don’t make sense.

Eddie’s face is all scrunched up, he looks so cute when he’s annoyed.

“You know you’d have a queue! We all do!”

And with that Eddie returns his gaze to the window

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Gold

@wolfstarmicrofic August 31, word count 406

Sirius picked at the gold thread on his robes that made up the roaring lion of the Gryffindor emblem. His parents were going to kill him. 

“Don’t worry mate, at least you’ve got us,” James tried to cheer him up.

“Oh, yeah, two disgraced purebloods,” He scoffed, his voice sounding so much posher than the others in his new dorm. 

“Oi!” Peter squawked at the disrespect. 

“Sorry. And a half-blood with a muggle mother,” He carried on his rant.

“Oi!” Remus glowered at him, “Leave my mum out of this,” Sirius baulked at the sight of Remus’s teeth showing through bared lips. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just my mother isn’t going to like me hanging out with any of you,” Sirius tried to apologise, though it just sounded more like an excuse. Remus huffed at him and drew the curtains around his four-poster bed. Sirius swallowed. They’d barely been up there for five minutes, and he’d already pissed them all off. Especially Remus, he’d had so many questions to ask him about his family and especially his mother. He’d never even spoken to a half-blood, let alone one with an actual muggle for a parent. He was beyond excited, but he’d mucked it up as usual. 

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, he snuck over to Remus’s bed. “Lupin? Hey, Lupin, are you awake?” He whispered into the darkness. 

“No, I’m sleeping,” Came the muffled reply. 

“Oh, good,” Sirius grinned and pushed his way through the curtains. “I just wanted to apologise. I didn’t mean to offend you, I actually really am interested in hearing about your life and everything. I’ve only ever been introduced to other purebloods and I don’t know if you know this, but they’re a boring bunch.” He babbled at the tired boy. 

“Alright, I’ll forgive you if you just go to sleep,” Remus yawned widely. 

“Okay,” Sirius agreed instantly and settled down next to Remus.

“Not in here! In your own bed!” Remus protested. 

“Nope you told me to go to sleep, and I am doing what you told me to do,” he grinned wickedly. 

“Fine, whatever, just don’t hog the covers,” Remus sighed and rolled over.

“Night Remus,” He said quietly. 

“Prick,” Remus grunted and fell back asleep. Sirius chucked as quietly as he could, thinking he might actually enjoy being a Gryffindor if it meant spending time with the grumpy boy beside him.

[murmel-malt]

Pleeeeease tell us more about Rowans relationship with her husband and her children. How was the pregnancy and what does her life look like in general. 🤗

There’s nothing I would love more <3 thank you, anon!

Okay so, Rowan and her hubby’s relationship is very wholesome. They love each other very much, complement and ultimately help each other in becoming a better version of themselves. Steffon’s softness tempers Rowan’s toughness and gets her to be softer herself (something she never allowed herself to be for various reasons) while Rowan’s confidence and her love for him gives Steffon a boost of his own confidence and self-worth to get over his perceived short-comings, aka failing in all aspects compared to Daemon Targaryen (because obviously the Rogue Prince would not approve of him and neither would Rowan because with Daemon as her father her standards must be very high). Except what Steffon thinks is a huge point against him, is actually a point in his favor to Rowan and pretty much every Royce.

They end up having five kids together - Yohn, their eldest and Rowan’s heir, the twins Rhea & Ryella, little Luceon, and baby Aelinor - and Rowan would kill and die for all of them. Her pregnancies mostly went pretty well, Rhea and Ryella’s was a bit taxing because twins and because it had only been two years since Yohn’s birth, but the most dangerous pregnancy/birth was that of Aelinor. There were complications and she was born early and everyone was worried for Rowan and the baby’s survival for some time. Fortunately both of them pulled through but it was enough of a scare to put the baby-making on hold for a while to make sure Rowan fully recovered - they had a bunch of kids at that point so there wasn’t much pressure to have even more anyway.

And despite her many obligations as Lady of Runestone, Rowan makes sure to spend time with all of those kids whenever possible and also take peepaw Vermithor out for regular exercise. It helps that she had a pretty good reference on how to balance being a mother and running Runestone thanks to her own mother, plus she has a husband that loves and supports her, and an army of people to take things off her hands if necessary. So she finds plenty of time to do outdoor activities (hunting, hawking, riding, you name it) with Yohn, Rhea and Ryella, or to teach Luceon, who has taken more after his father and prefers to read and study as a bonding activity, High Valyrian.

She is living the dream of a stable, loving, happy family life - now if only her father’s side of the family could stop being such a chaotic mess everything would be perfect.

[nari-writes]

Blogging (and other dangerous activities likely to get you adopted by the Batman)

Inspired by Latchkey by goldkirk

Tim wakes up to Batman in his room.

It- well, it's not fair to say it's a surprise, but seeing the looming figure in his window does make his heart seize. Even after the time Tim's spent watching him with the Robins, it's still nerve-wracking to have Gotham's nightmare show up. Especially since Batman does little to dissuade the notion that he's here on genial business.

Maybe Bruce has figured out he knows and is going to silence him. Maybe this isn't actually Batman, but Man-bat, and Tim's about to be twelve-year-old bat jerky. Maybe-

His parents are home this week though, so if he really wanted he could probably scream and get himself some thinking time; but as he takes a breath to decide what to do, Batman puts a gloved hand over his mouth.

And, ugh. It smells kinda gross. Like leather and motorcycle fumes. Probably the right Batman, but also. Super gross? Why does he smell so bad? When did he last rinse his gloves?

“You've been blogging.” Batman says, which isn't a question but is a very unhelpful non-sequitur.

“Mmrnhm?” Tim says, largely unintelligible but not entirely intending words.

What the shit. Batman's only here because of the blog?

Also, unfair. He'd had to jump through so many hoops to spoof his IP and make his own VPN and switch which library he posted from, and Batman still found him? This sucks.

“Don't scream,” Batman says, and Tim nods. Batman pulls his hand away slowly, potentially having expected Tim to lie, but Tim's not stupid. Batman doesn't have to do this nicely, even if he is a kid, and Tim also knows that if he did scream, Batman would either a) be prepared and gag him again or b) vanish, and then Tim would be in trouble with his parents. Either option sucks, so he'd rather opt for the one that lets him keep taking in the details of Batman's suit. It's hard in the dark, but still way easier than through his camera.

“It could've been my parents,” Tim says, when it seems Batman's waiting for him to answer his earlier not-question. Batman hums, and Tim wiggles back so he's against the headboard. “Yeah, I figured you'd already researched their flight times. Have to try though, right?”

“The blog. Why?”

“It's-” he starts, because there's so many reasons and he doesn't actually know which one Batman wants. Or, actually, would like the least? Probably 'I wanted to see you in action' would land with the grace of a sleep-deprived Jason Todd, but 'I was lonely' may be worse. 'I didn't expect it to blow up?' may be okay, but in the end he hesitantly settles with: “I just think that- seeing you, being- human? Or, showing you have humanity- was important.”

“Did you ever think that I wouldn't want that?” Batman asks, and Tim shifts awkwardly.

“I mean. Yes? But also, the way people- talk about you and the Robins. It sucks.”

Batman's mouth looks very displeased.

“It just, it shows that you're human!”

“How do you know?” Batman asks, and he actually kinda sounds like Bruce Wayne now, like this is a joke he's used before, and Tim thinks through what he'd been about to say very quickly and shuts his mouth with a snap. Ow. Now his teeth hurt.

Batman, on the other hand, does something to his cowl that makes him look like he's very slowly raising his eyebrow. Is it weird to think he looks tense, looks more threatening now, even though he'd literally just been looming with the promise of violence? Tim swallows hard.

“I don't?” he offers, his voice breaking, and he literally doesn't think he's ever been more humiliated by puberty. “I mean, I don't! Know you're human, that is. You could definitely be an alien if you wanted. Or a spirit of revenge, or-” Tim flops backward on his bed and pulls his blanket over his head. “I shouldn't be so bad at this,” he mumbles, and doesn't think about he's definitely going to die because Batman's suspicious and Tim's an idiot when he's tired.

Batman is damningly silent, but when Tim finally, hesitantly, peeks his eyes out from the hem of his blanket, the Dark Knight is still standing in his room. Actually, he's half-hunched over Tim's desk, looking at the corkboard of Tim's photos and reminders. He reaches out, and Tim's heart thuds. “Oh, please don't!” he says instinctively when Batman grazes Tim's camera. Batman stops and tilts his head over his shoulder to look, and Tim swallows down the anxiety clogging his throat. “Please don't take my camera. I can get another one but I- that one was-”

“Stop taking photos of us.” Batman says, short and to the point.

“Stop posting them to the blog?” Tim offers, and this makes Batman turn around properly, looking at him head-on again. He's judging Tim, now, and Tim wonders what part of him will be found wanting. In Batman's eyes is Tim's wealth a precursor to change or stagnation? Does he think Tim should be doing more with his life? Or does he simply expect that this is a rich kid's hobby, no sentimentality involved? Bruce Wayne took his billions and made himself a hero and Tim knows he can't do the same, considering his parents are in charge of the Drake fortune, but there's probably a million other things he could be doing that don't involve stalking superheroes.

“You're a child,” Batman says slowly, and his voice has lost the harder overture that's affected his speech so far. “When Batman is out, it is late, and dark, and dangerous. You are a child and shouldn't be anywhere near-”

“I don't go close!” Tim protests, “I'm not stupid!”

“There are always people in Gotham. What does it matter if you're not in the area of the most danger when you're still in danger?”

“I'm not stupid,” Tim protests with a hiss that contains more vitriol than it really should, considering his conversation partner, but he can't help it. “If you never saw me how'd you think anyone else could?”

“How do you know I never saw you?” Batman asks, like a challenge, and Tim scoffs.

“Come on, you think I don't know that if you saw me out there, you'd have me thrown in the back of the Batmobile and at the closest precinct before I could blink? Jason almost-” Tim freezes, then quickly blurts, “-before he took your tires, and got adopted by Bruce Wayne, Jason tried to do the same thing whenever he saw me. I know what I look like, to people in Crime Alley.”

Shoot, shoot, shoot, this is actively a terrible lie; Batman only needs to ask Jason when he met Tim and the whole thing would be blown. And, also, name-dropping a specific kid, like Batman would remember who stole his tires? The connection is tenuous at best and damning at worst.

“You've been taking photographs of us since you were eight?” Batman asks, sounding horrified, and Tim winces internally. Please forgive me, Robin, he whispers in the back of his mind, and then says with all the glib disdain he can muster:

“Well, you let Robin go out when he was barely older than me. It's the same thing.”

He has never seen Batman do a full-body wince before. He's not entirely sure he could get Batman to do it again, and wonders if he should add it to his board of accomplishments. He’d have to encode it if he did, even if the board’s mostly for his own reference, but imagining it pinned up next to his photography awards is making him feel a bit hysterical. Then again, that could also be the fact that Batman is still in his room and Tim is lying.

“He was not eight-”

“I just think that unless the same orders get applied to him I think you're being a bit of a hypocrite. He’s actively in more danger than I am, considering he ends up in grabbing range of Rouges and I don’t.”

“I will be telling your parents,” Batman growls, and this time Tim smirks.

“Yeah? And how do you think that's going to go for you?” Tim can almost exactly imagine it: there's no way his parents will believe Batman, because it's crazy and they'd be freaking out over Batman in their house, and if he does it as Bruce Wayne it'd be a crazy coincidence for Tim Drake, known genius, to have access to. If Tim hadn't already solved their identities, that connection alone would probably tip him off.

Well, maybe Batman wouldn't think about the potential implications - academic strengths don't always translate to detective-solving skills, and it's just Batman's misfortune that in Tim's case it's a little bit the other way around. Detective skills that he's carefully and stubbornly honed have led him to a dogged dedication to his studies.

“Robin is a trained professional,” Batman says, and Tim volleys back with,

“Yeah and I'm not doing the same thing he is at all, so my standards can be different.”

“Tim Drake,” Batman says, this time actively growling his name, and Tim doesn’t know if he should cackle or wince. For one thing, he’s pretty sure Batman has lost this verbal volley, which is why he’s pulling out the doom and darkness voice.

On the other, this is the voice he uses on men triple Tim’s size and with twice the bravery (and crazy), and having the full force of it directed at him makes his stomach drop. He clutches his blankets, fabric pulled tight, and tries to pretend his hands aren’t shaking.

“The blog is being removed - do not start it again. I will not see you on Gotham’s streets again during my patrol.”

The lens of his mask are so narrow that the white is barely visible. He holds Tim’s gaze, like he’s imparting the orders, like he’s checking to see Tim’s fear will keep him obedient, and then nods slowly. The cape swishes behind him as he puts Tim’s camera back on the desk, and then he’s leaving. Leaving, and Tim’s secrets are safe and he is unharmed and undeterred.

“You won’t,” Tim whispers as Batman slips out his window and into the dark.

[thelikesofus]

y(our) son

911 Fox | Buddie | 640 words had a sad thought so i had to write a happy ending for it and now i feel better AO3 link

"You'll make such a good Dad one day."

The instant the words leave Eddie's mouth he wants to take them back, reel them in, reword them. His heart sinks to his gut as he watches the way Buck's face stills and instantly becomes void of all emotion or expression. 

"Ah, thanks." Buck won't meet Eddie's eyes and he can when Buck recalibrates and jostles Jee-Yun on his hip. "I'm gonna–. I'm going to go find Maddie, Jee's probably due for a nap soon."

Of course, Buck knows that, that's why Eddie had been complimenting him in the first place. Jee has been fussing for the last ten minutes as Buck slowly soothes her with soft words and a gentle finger smoothing over her cheek and tickling under her chin until Jee is giggling and tucking her head against Buck's shoulder. 

Eddie watches Buck's retreating back and resists the urge to call out after him.

I didn't mean it like that, you are already a Dad. You're Christopher's Dad.

What he really meant is that one day Buck would be such a good Dad to a baby or a toddler like Jee. Someone small and soft that Buck could smoother with his endless affection in the way that Chris is growing too old and 'too cool' to let either do of them anymore. 

A baby that Eddie selfishly hopes they'll raise together.

Except Buck doesn't know and he doesn't know because Eddie hasn't told him, because he can never find the right words. Defining everything that Buck means to him and everything Eddie wants from him—with him—feels like an impossible feat and every time he tries the words come out stilted and vague. Always too up for misinterpretation.

At the end of the night, Buck lingers at Chimney and Maddie's front door, his phone poised hesitantly in his right hand, his left gripping the door frame.

"I'll call a Uber," Buck says. They came together in Eddie's truck.

 Eddie shakes his head, "Don't, Buck. Just come home."

"No, I'll–."

Eddie cups a hand around Buck's upper arm, glancing over his shoulder to see Chris making his way to the elevator.

"Come home. Please." Eddie tries to push everything he can't find the words for into his eyes, hoping that Buck can read between the inaudible lines. 

The squeeze around his heart eases a fraction when Buck nods reluctantly. "Okay."

They drive home quietly, Buck in the passenger seat for once as Eddie tries his hardest to focus his attention on the road ahead of him and not on the hard line of tension across Buck's shoulders.

Buck hangs back as Eddie gets Christopher ready for bed, following the pattern of toilet, teeth, pajamas, story, and a kiss goodnight. The same steps Eddie knows that Buck has committed to heart and performed more than a dozen times over, and yet tonight Buck doesn't cross the doorway of Christopher's bedroom. 

When Eddie returns, Buck is still hovering near the front door like he's looking for a reason to leave. Eddie steels himself before crossing the room and stepping right into Buck's space. He presses a kiss to Buck’s cheek and then pulls away just as quickly. 

"Go say goodnight to your son. He's waiting for you to turn out the light," He whispers softly, words exchanged in the small instance of space between them. 

A glassy sheen fills Buck's eyes and Eddie gives him nothing more than a soft smile and a gentle squeeze at his waist. They’ll talk more when he comes back, Eddie is already running through mental lists of potential misconceptions they need to unravel. Because Buck belongs with them, beside Eddie, loving Christopher the same way Eddie does. They are a family. Eddie just needs to make Buck believe it, and then maybe one day their family could grow.

[fleetsonourgecentral]

i imagine that after johnny died the ffs probably visited his grave every once in a while when they got the chance. i imagine it being more of an annual thing since they get so busy. either way, i bet scourge would find out about their old friend sooner or later (probably later)

Oh, agreed. I imagine the freedom fighters don't really talk about Johnny much, at least to people outside of their group. I'm unsure if his death is public knowledge (I believe stco mentioned something about a statue of him, which would suggest it is public knowledge, but I don't really acknowledge stco's events unless I really, really like the idea - see: exit sonic - because I haven't read stco and don't really intend to, so idk if I'd even take the statue thing into consideration) but like, either way, the people who need to know already know. If it's public knowledge, everyone already knows about it. The freedom fighters would have no reason to tell Scourge about Johnny; the thought just never crosses their minds. Why would they tell this random stranger about their dead friend? As Scourge gets closer to the group, they'll be more inclined to tell him, but only if they feel there's a need to. Or maybe he'll overhear some of them talk about Johnny, perhaps even discussing visiting his grave, and be like yo, who the fuck is Johnny? Either way, no matter how it happens, you're right, it would be later rather than sooner. Probably for the best, as Scourge isn't the most... sympathetic guy, and his reaction would be "damn. Bummer" at absolute best. He never knew Johnny, after all, so it probably doesn't really hit him just how much Johnny's death impacted the freedom fighters

I loveeeee the headcanon that they visit his grave annually. I suspect it would be an ordeal to get Sonic to agree to go, at least the first time; even though they've already seen how much of a wreck he was when Johnny died, I like to think he still doesn't want them to see him mourn. He'll go to Johnny's grave on his own, but he probably hates it if people show up during such a private moment. Getting him to agree to go with the rest of the freedom fighters would be... a discussion, to say the least, at least the first time. He will eventually give in and go, though

[ghostlightfic]

really funny all the time writing siffrin right now because ill be like wow you know he's handling things pretty well atm and then i look at my plans for ******** **** and grimace very visibly

[bitegore]

Oh okay so i'm evil evil today huh

[transingthoseformers]

Jesus Christ this fic is

Sure is 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖

[athenasparrow]

Mid Week WIP

Thanks for the tag @practicecourts : )))

Sharing a snippet from a new story I'm working on:

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“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Sirius muttered glancing at James as he chucked his shirt with more vigour than perhaps was necessary.

James turned to his brother to find a perfectly arched eyebrow raised in his direction.

“Healer Evans,” James grunted, glancing to the place where a crumpled piece of parchment sat at his desk.

Sirius’ eyebrow remained raised, unimpressed.

James rolled his eyes. “He wants me to gather eucalyptus under a full moon from the grove just outside of Taghazout. I mean honestly doesn’t Dad know we’re busy with our Transfiguration Masteries? We are almost done, but still. I don’t quite understand how he managed to always hire such eager tofts,” James groaned

James paused when Sirius didn’t have an immediate reply, turning to look at his brother

Sirius was staring at him, head cocked, a slight smirk on his face

“What?” James said

“Nothing,” Sirius said straightening his face “I’d just forgotten you hadn’t come in with me to visit Dad when we dropped home last weekend.”

“Right” James said turning away to dig a piece of parchment out of his bag. “So you’ve met Evans then - I just hope he’s better than the last one.”

I am tagging @wearingaberetinparis, @abihastastybeans, @winryofresembool, @charmsandtealeaves (sorry if you've been tagged) xx

[eilinelsghost]

Part 13: And Still the Light Returns

Belen was near. He had passed the Narog that morning and must be well within the highlands by now. Any moment, he would appear from the trees, shifting from longing to presence through the twilit shadows. The parting would be mended, his son was coming home.

Now settled in Nargothrond, Balan looks forward to welcoming his younger son to join him there. But each has changed in the months since Balan’s departure and they navigate these distances in past and present, home and journey, presence and absence.

[didsomeonesayventus]

also the most absolute milquetoast complaint I saw about engage’s story having “no impact” because there’s only 919 fics for a game that came out like 3 months ago tops compared to awakening + fates having like 9k and 3H having 43k like?? yeah duh???? awakening + fates are like. a decade old and 3H has not only been out for several years now and was not only super successful but had multiple routes that really just begged for a plethora of takes and scenarios like 

my guy engage fandom has barely begun of course its fic count is low shut up

[lettalady]

Made up fic title game:

Baker’s Dozen

I'm so sorry this made me giggle far too much. (See also: Walker thinks caramelized onions and caramel apples are the same thing)

(It's not that I think Walker is dumb, he just leans a little too hard into speaking before thinking.)

[hannie-dul-set]

writing is just Lying with pretty words.

[shmothman]

me as i read triage when vash & reader goes all clusterfuck leading the spicy part: yes, yes, exactly as it should be! 🤭🤩

tysm for quenching our thirst w/ your fics! you are a wonder 🫶

EHEHEHE “goes all clusterfuck” is the perfect way of putting it 🤣 no thoughts head empty just *record scratch* “huh?”

Thank YOU so much for reading and for your kind words!!! I’m so happy you enjoyed it!!!

[allylikethecat]

ALLY THAT UPDATE WAS SO INCREDIBLE AND SO DEVASTATING AT THE SAME TIME. i’m almost sad I read it straight away instead of savouring it haha..this A&E fic is genuinely so incredible you have nothing to be anxious about when you post!!!!!!!! if anything WE should be the anxious ones waiting for you to break our hearts once again!!!

(also this is me hoping for some comfort in the next update- my heart can’t take all this angst for poor fictional matty and george.)

💌

Hello Dear 💌 Anon,

Thank you so much for your kind message! I’m so completely overjoyed to hear that you enjoyed the update! I was really anxious about posting the new chapter, which rationally I know is silly, but I still was, since it was the “break up” chapter, I frantically rewrote it Monday night, and my Bestie didn’t have a chance to read it. Work was also crazy busy Tuesday so it was a perfect storm for a stressed out Ally. (I was then very dramatic and didn't look at any of my Tumblr asks in case people hated it lol)

I’m just so happy that you liked the update and want to apologize for the hurt- because it might not necessarily get better, since as we know, Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George don’t get back together until the Ear Infection Fic.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you continue to enjoy the A&E fic as well as any other chaos that I come up with, I'm hoping that people are surprised by where we go in the next chapter! I really appreciate the kindness and support- especially when I get in my head about it. Thank you so much!

❤️Ally