#firstelevens

[sesamestreep]

for my buddy @firstelevens, based on a thing I said on our call last night! Hope it cheers you up 😇 set in the Bakeoff AU technically but also very standalone (I think)

“You can put her down, if you want,” Foggy says, after the third time Milly successfully steals Matt’s glasses right off his face. He sighs, taking them back and putting them on the coffee table instead. “Her little mat is on the floor. She can do tummy time for a while.” “That’s alright,” Matt replies, while Milly switches her fascination to his nose now. He wiggles it under her little fist and she squeezes back hard.

“The doctor says it’s good for her development—”

“Foggy,” Matt laughs, “I know. I want to hold her.”

Foggy shifts on the couch, where he’s stretched out, pretending to relax, and Matt thinks he’s turning his attention back to the TV, which is playing college basketball at an absurdly low volume. It’s a sign of how burnt out they both are that Foggy turned this on, of all things. Neither of them have ever cared about college basketball, or basketball in general, not even when they were in college. It’s just on for noise, really, and so they can pretend they’re doing something with their weekend other than making sure Milly doesn’t lick any electrical sockets, which eats up the entirety of their social life these days.

“Fine, but if our daughter misses important developmental markers because you love her so much, I’m going to guilt you about it as long as we both live.”

“Save that kind of romantic talk for when we renew our vows someday, buddy.”

“Don’t call me ‘buddy,’” Foggy grumbles, darkly, as he shoves Matt’s thigh with his foot.

Matt turns his attention back to Milly, who puts a drool-covered hand on his chin. It’s a sign of how in love he is and how far his threshold for gross has lowered since becoming a father that this doesn’t even register as disgusting.

“Your dad’s just mad because that nice lady at the coffee shop this morning called him your uncle,” Matt says, softly, like he’s talking to just her.

“It figures that we’d adopt a kid who looks nothing like either of us and people would still assume she was yours,” Foggy interjects, even though he’s still trying to act like he’s not a part of the conversation.

“She is mine!”

“And mine!” Foggy grunts. “It’s homophobic, is what it is.”

“Really, Foggy!”

“It is!”

“That coffeeshop is one of the gayest places in the city!”

“You only think that because you never go to gay bars. Because I poached you from the straight community right into a committed relationship.”

“I don’t want to have this conversation at all,” Matt replies, rolling his eyes even as he feels a creeping sense of fondness for Foggy’s theatrics. “All I meant was, I’m sure that barista didn’t mean anything by it. It was an honest mistake.”

“You always take her side when we fight!”

“The barista’s?”

“Yes!”

“The one we met for the first time today? That barista?”

“Yes, that’s the one,” Foggy sniffs. He pauses for a long stretch of time, before adding, “People probably think you’re her dad because you hog her all the time.”

“Once again,” Matt says, “I am her dad—”

“I mean that they think you’re her biological dad,” Foggy explains. “Like, they think you’ve got a wife somewhere who she looks even more like, but she kind of looks like you too, though they’re really probably just saying it to be nice.”

“Regardless, I do not hog her. She’s my daughter. I’m supposed to be holding her.”

“You’re like a neurotic zoo animal about it, though.”

“A what?”

“Like, one of those animals in the zoo who, like, cleans their baby too much and the zookeepers have to take it away because they’re going to over-groom it and it’s going to be bald.”

“You’re already bald,” Matt whispers to Milly before kissing her on the head.

“You know what I mean,” Foggy sighs.

Matt can’t stop himself from laughing. “I really don’t.”

“You’re always sniffing her.”

“She smells good!”

“All babies smell good!”

“No.” Matt shakes his head. “Milly smells better than other babies.”

“You don’t know any other babies!”

“I knew your brother’s kids when they were babies and they smelled good, don’t get me wrong, but not as good as Milly.”

“I’m going to tell them you said that and you’re not going to be their favorite uncle anymore,” Foggy replies.

“Once they sniff Milly, they’ll understand.”

“You’re a certified freak, Murdock,” Foggy says, as he gets up off the couch. “Lucky for you, I’m into it, but damn.”

As Foggy passes by on his way to the kitchen, Matt reaches out a hand to grab his wrist, stopping him in place. “Very lucky for me,” he says, and Foggy laughs before leaning in to kiss him. “Thank you for making me the dad of this awesome smelling baby.”

“You’re welcome,” Foggy says, as he gently runs his palm over Milly’s soft head while he’s in the neighborhood. “I mean, I didn’t do anything more than you did, but I will gladly accept credit where I don’t deserve it.”

“You know what I mean, though.”

“Yeah,” Foggy says, soft with understanding. “I do. You need anything while I’m up?”

“No, I’m good,” Matt says, already burying his face in the crown of Milly’s head again.

“Please don’t sniff our daughter to death while I’m gone,” Foggy shouts as he heads into the kitchen.

“No promises!” Matt calls back. In his arms, Milly makes a drooly, wet noise against his shoulder and he forgives her for it instantly. He’ll start holding grudges when she stops being the best-smelling, most wonderful creature in the whole galaxy, which is probably going to take a while, if he had to guess.

#just kidding when I said I had nothing to cheer you up #I remembered I could write about baby sniffing #mattfoggy #matt murdock #foggy nelson #daredevil #daredevil fic #homelywenchsociety #that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it! #I feel like I get to submit this for one of my 30 days writing prompts even though it doesn’t fit any of tjem #firstelevens

[bisamwilson]

20 for those kiss prompts!

#20: ...on a scar

Bucky's arm hurts.

It always does on days like this, rainy and cold and gloomy. His shoulder starts to ache and the fingers he no longer has begin to itch. His prosthetic, light as it is compared to the old one, feels like it's weighing his entire body down.

He goes about his morning slowly, shuffling from the half full pot of coffee Sam made before his run over to the couch and burrowing himself under the blankets. He turns on a trashy reality show, something about a group of moms trying to date younger men from a pool of all their sons that Joaquín and Kate have been making jokes about for weeks.

It doesn't much keep his attention, as ridiculous as it is, and he spends the next half an hour or so barely watching and debating the merits of leaving his shoulder free of his prosthetic today.

He decides it's probably a good idea about a minute before Sam walks through the door, soaked through from his run but grinning a mile wide. "Mornin', baby. Jay and Kate got you watchin' that MILF show again?"

Bucky rubs at his shoulder but still smiles at Sam, hoping it doesn't look too much like a grimace. "I've never been more confused by the interests of the youth."

Sam carefully sets his water logged tennis shoes on the rubber mat by the door, and grabs the towel he'd left nearby to dry off just enough to not drip all over their floors. Bucky just stares as he dries off, always happy to indulge in his favorite form of birdwatching, and keeps a steady massaging pressure on his shoulder.

When Sam judges himself sufficiently dry, he immediately walks over to the couch rather than towards the hot shower he should be bolting for. He nods at Bucky's shoulder. "Need some help there?"

Bucky rolls it gently and shakes his head. "That can wait. You need to take a shower first, Sammy. Get warmed up. Can't have Cap in bed with pneumonia."

Sam jerks his head lightly in the direction of their bedroom. "Gotta wait for the water to heat up anyway. And a little bit of running in the rain isn't gonna give me pneumonia, baby," he says, pulling Bucky up from the couch and failing to hide his shiver. "You worry like a mother hen."

Bucky follows behind him to the bathroom mostly because he knows arguing will only keep Sam out from under the warm spray for even longer. He goes about turning on the water to Sam's preferred temperature as Sam strips off each article of wet clothing one by one, wincing a bit as the waterlogged fabric clings to his skin.

Bucky waits until he hears the loud, wet clop of each article hitting the floor before turning away from the shower and back towards Sam. He makes a show of looking him up and down and smiling as wolfishly as he can muster, but Sam just chuckles and rolls his eyes in response before walking up close to him.

He leans down and presses the lightest of kisses to the spot where Bucky's arm meets his shoulder, barely brushing his lips over the scarring, before pulling back. He waits.

"Help me take it off?" Bucky asks, the ache a little too strong to really ignore now, and Sam just nods, carefully going through the motions of releasing the arm and setting it aside gently, the way he's done countless times on countless days like this.

The mirror starts to fog up, and Bucky reaches his right arm into the shower to test the water, nodding when he finds it sufficiently warm. He shoves off the sweats and the briefs he's wearing and kicks them both to the side.

"Come on," he says, lightly grabbing Sam's wrist and tugging him towards their shower. "Gotta make sure you get warm, sweetheart."

He steps in first, and keeps a hold of Sam's wrist as he follows to guide him immediately under the warm spray. He doesn't reach out to grab any soaps or lathers just yet, just pulls Sam close and loosely wraps his arm around his waist, holding them both under the water at least until Sam's shivers stop.

It's easy enough to tell when Sam's sufficiently warm by the way he cuddles in closer to Bucky's embrace, no longer trying to hide his light trembling with distance. Bucky grabs Sam's soap and a soft washcloth from the caddy hanging behind him. Sam presses another light kiss to the scarring on his shoulder.

Bucky's arm hurts just a little less.

send me a ship and a number and i'll write a kiss!

#thank you for the ask zainab <3 #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambucky #buckysam #onlysambucky #only sambucky #winterfalcon #marvel #otp: i’m coming with you #mak writes #ask game #ask meme #writer meme #firstelevens #ask #kiss meme

[flapperwitch]

@firstelevens well if you're going to twist my arm like this I guess I just HAVE to show you more of the celebrity

Which reminds me, I don't think I've officially said anything on here, but my boyfriend moved in with us a few months ago. It's been going great, and he brought his own cat, Pinfu!

And the best part is that they're buddies!

Life is so good and I am so lucky.

#firstelevens #hope this satisfies your need of celebrity pics #Mowgli #Pinfu

[abnerkrill]

77 for the Spotify Wrapped ficlets but I couldn’t choose a ship so dealer’s choice!

you got holy (til you let me go) by rina sawayama and WHO ELSE could i write this for but steve/eddie!!

fluffy with a little bit of emotional hurt/comfort. tw period typical homophobia mentions. got a little bit away from meeee but that's life <3

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"uh, they all think i'm evil, but it's fine," is what eddie says, only half flippant, when steve asks him if everything's cool with him.

which—is not maybe what he should've said. normally he brushes it off because he enjoys playing devil-may-care for a shocked crowd of onlookers. because it's satisfying to get a rise out of them. because shock is usually an adequate substitute for, dunno, actually feeling like he belongs?

with steve, though, eddie wants him to understand—somehow, if it's even possible—that there are things that can puncture even his thick skin. case in point: for the hundredth time since the town's satanic panic kick started, parents have hid their kids and rapidly left when he entered the library. even the library, which used to be such a sanctuary—! the world's fucked up, he knows this, the world hates freaks like him, but can't he have anything?

"i'm sorry," steve says quietly. then, after a moment, a little awkwardly: "is there anything i can do?"

"can you rewrite two thousand years of history?" he snaps. it's a little quick and mean, which he didn't intend but is kind of his default state. prickly, like a cactus, so he doesn't get fucking eaten. he flops down on the couch next to steve.

very tentatively—since this thing between them is very new and fragile—steve reaches for him, brushes his arm at first before settling it on him. "hey," steve says, with such genuine kindness that eddie's suddenly torn between getting more mad because he's so darn nice, and just melting.

he goes with melting, because it's easier and he doesn't wanna be mean to steve, and closes his eyes and settles into his—well, he can't really say boyfriend if they haven't really talked about it, but maybe later, once they actually do? yeah. once they actually talk.

"you're not evil, babe," steve says, affection suffusing his voice, "i swear, you're nicer than all the kids i grew up with even if they were raised right or whatever. you cared enough to do the right thing when so many people wouldn't have wanted to. i'm so glad i got to meet you."

eddie squirms a little under the scrutiny. and the babe. "oh, stop it," he says, half-drawling, trying to be funny to throw harrington off his scent. "i'm guilty of plenty."

"not of anything actually bad," steve says softly, dropping his hand to eddie's. "not of anything that matters. not of anything—" here he takes in a shallow breath—"anything i haven't done too, or nearly."

eddie cracks his eyes open at steve. "you sure about that?" he asks dubiously.

steve shrugs, half-grinning. "i mean, all the underage drinking and smoking and stuff, i did it too. and um—" he twines their fingers together purposefully. "if this is wrong, we're both wrong. or if it's right, we're both right. so if you're to blame for anything, i am too." he pauses before adding: "i have even played dungeons and dragons with you, so i guess if you're a satanist i'm some... acolyte or whatever."

eddie laughs, delighted that at least one dungeons and dragons term has made its way into steve's vocabulary. "my acolyte?" he teases.

steve blushes a little. "that's a... dungeons and dragons thing, right?"

"sure," eddie says, "it's a thing," and yanks steve into a semi-aggressive hug before he can pause to think too much about it, burying his face in his neck. he's done feeling sorry for himself today. he's decided that he will make out with steve and feel great about it, to hell with anyone who thinks this is wrong. it's steve and him. it's amazing. if he knows anything, he knows he's happy here, and that's more than enough.

#firstelevens #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #spotify wrapped #stranger things

[sambambucky]

For the WIP meme:

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omg hi!

❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it. HEH so last october i ended up writing another college au (what a surprise) where sam is some kind of witch that belongs to coven run by his family.. and he's uh.. killing guys for blood rituals? and bucky... who lives across the hall, and of course has thoughts/feelings about what he thinks sam is doing... ends up following him to the big castle on the hill and.. sam has to decide to do with him. lmao . it does not have a title

📄What’s a WIP you never finished that you would like to go back and revisit? UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. i would love to get back to BOTH semi-abandoned-'on hiatus' fics i have up on ao3... cause i get what i want …. i feel like i could take it down and re-write it in like a weekend, it's basically all done. but slow burns do not come naturally to me, and today i am learning i have an interest in cheating that should probably be unpacked...

& as we go on is soooo, that's my (abandoned, malnourished) baby ! not only is it 93% done, it also has a second part that's around 30k and a bunch of oneshots .. i would love to tie that all up. one day.

💗Is there a scene you can’t wait to write for a WIP? :P answered this one here!

thank you for the ask :D

#hehe my addiction to prompt lists needs to be stopped #and/or i need to learn to just post a drabble and move on lordt #jo do be writing or whatever #ask games #firstelevens #the wip tag

[philtstone]

half wordless, half in elven-tongue

Summary: There is something very practical about Arwen’s ancient and much-powerful grandmother (for an Elf, anyway) that Arwen admires, for she herself has sometimes found it difficult to achieve practicality. Estel, Man though he is, appreciates her fancies very much. He and his poet’s soul. She has spent the last twenty years sharing them with him in her letters, and every response (growing fewer and fewer until these last six months they stopped entirely) has him writing back like one offered water in the desert.

Arwen does not mind; it is not as though she herself has much more sense, climbing into bed with him as she does.

huge shoutout to @firstelevens for reading thru this and telling me it didn't suck despite not really going here. also, a secondary shoutout to @btwxsixesandsevens for gong here even less but inadvertently inspiring the "lover from a story" bit with their (as always) brilliant fic writing. would never have spent 3 weeks agonizing over this otherwise!!!

3rd October, 2952

Mellon,

I’m late writing you for entirely explainable reasons. You will say, not so unusual for you – that is not true, and you are only very over-eager writing me, which should not be as pleasant a revelation as it is – but anyhow, here it is. We’ve had many visitors of late, and my skill was needed in the healing den. Of course, I thought of you (in all Ada’s training I have not read nearly so much about the virtues of athelas as I did skimming your last letter) but I urge you not to worry, as we are all well here and there is no contagious illness. Your presence would have been appreciated though. If not by Ada (he sits in the study sometimes and looks yearningly out the window; I know he is missing you, though he won’t admit to it) than by the poor Dwarf whose stomach could not settle. You were always very good at getting a smile out of even the most stubborn of silly souls. 

On that point, how has it been on the frontier of friend-finding? I know you must not be in the Wilds any longer. Given how swiftly we understood each other, I am sure you will have no trouble at all on that front. Send updates soon,

AE

6th February, 2953

Estel,

Is the Angle so very cold as all that? Do not despair at the stiffness of your welcome (or in your bones!). You are still their kindred and that is manifest even in the curve of the characters you write: you love them already, do you not? Do not deny it. 

I am very intrigued by your observations on the rouge-wearing practices of your people and cannot help but wonder if it is an exclusively Mannish preference. I certainly do not wear it, but I have seen portraits and I do believe Uncle Elros did. I cannot determine the colour, however, as the portrait is old. Thoughts? 

You will see I have many questions today. Your insistence that every Dunedain woman you meet feels akin to a cousin or aunt is terribly amusing (I am almost convinced you are making a joke — are you?). I am sure at least one of them does not reciprocate that sentiment. Are they still wary of you, or very forward now? What is the food like? How many teeth have you broken upon the infamous bread you described? Have you met your grandfather yet? (I remember you were worried about that). 

Do not let the cold seep in too much. You must wear warm socks and eat foods that keep the blood warm. I may be an Elf, but my healing arts extend to many races, so you are thus obliged to listen to me. 

As for the rest – your people will love you soon as you do them, for such a love as the one you give is easy to return. You are certainly very likeable, at any rate, and I will argue with anyone who disagrees. 

Have hope, and be well. All will be as it should.

14th March, 2953

Do not say you listen to me on all fronts, as I have it in writing by your own hand that you have not eaten in three days. In the cold! Foolish man.

25th January, 2956

Elves do not experience such monthly pains, as you well know Estel. Or perhaps you do not, in which case I must chide Ada for thus limiting your training in the healing arts. Childbirth and bearing is a region most important, as I have learned (I can already imagine your blush) from your own mother, with whom I’ve spoken three times since your last letter. I have decided we must become fast friends, and her efforts at formality are altogether poor anyway; her face is as open as yours often is, and it warms me to know whence that quality came. 

Anyhow. The blood in your vest. There is clay that runs beneath the bark of some trees that will remove stains made by bodily fluid. Also vinegar, if you are near a homestead.

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#my writing #arwen undomiel #aragorn #aragorn x arwen #galadriel #semi-epistolary there was only one bed lothlorien redux is finally here .... #lord of the rings #tolkien #lotr fanfic

[abarbaricyalp]

Last Line Challenge

tagged by @firstelevens Thank you! rules: in a new post, share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). This is/was for the Anniversary event prompt "You're Really Gonna Set Me Up Like That"

Sam Wilson, God bless his nearly perfect soul, didn't have the self-serving skills that the good God gave a gnat. From across the diner, Annalise watched her best friend's son ignore every single sign that his handsome, quiet friend was putting down across their quickly emptying breakfast plates.

No pressure tagging @thatmexisaurusrex @jemgirl86 @funsized-loser @siancore @livingincolorsagain @bisamwilson @cobrafantasies @exbex and everyone else who sees this. I'm so serious, please tag me in your unaffiliated lines. I love these things

#i answer things #writing

[bethanyactually]

Tagged by @rebeccagoesblogging! 💛

Last song: Childlike Imagination by Kerusu, which was on the pomodoro video my daughter and I had playing while we did school

Favorite color: sunflower yellow

Currently Watching/Reading:

just finished watching The Diplomat, at @pepperf's behest--it was very stressful to watch, but very good!

the US version of Ghosts, which is funny and charming!

@dimension20official's Fantasy High: Junior Year

neverending Elementary rewatch

still rewatching Nancy Drew in bits and pieces

reading Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne with Elliora for school, which I had not read since I was in high school, so that's been fun!

we just finished reading To Kill A Mockingbird, Ellie's first read and my umpteenth

we're about to start reading Terry Pratchett's Nation, which I'm excited about--I haven't read that one yet

for fun, I'm re-listening to the Rivers of London audiobooks, currently on False Value

sloooowly working my way through Angela Saini's Superior, which is a history of race science

still technically reading Murder Must Advertise, a Peter Wimsey mystery--I've just been distracted with moving and then school and a bunch of other things

Relationship status: happily married with kids and a cat

Sweet/savory/spicy: Yes, thanks!

Current obsessions: Still the CW's Nancy Drew. The caramelized cheddar from Trader Joe's. Polar Mango Blackberry Seltzer which apparently is a seasonal flavor.

Last thing you googled: 'forensic definition' because I was making my daughter's vocab worksheet for next week, and I didn't like the definition offered to me by the curriculum

Low-key, no-pressure tagging @pepperf since I mentioned her, @wereadtoliveathousandlives because it's really nice to be chatting with her again, and some folks from my recent activity: @beingstacey, @forfuckssakekidsdontlookforme, @amidalleia, @firstelevens, @brazenbells, @expectinggodot, @tremendoustenderness, @seriesmaniac, and anyone else who'd like to do this.

#meme #me #rebeccagoesblogging

[cobrafantasies]

Writing Pattern Game

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

Thank you for the tag @siancore!

Been Runnin' Ever Since

Grief is endless.

You Make Me Feel Alive

The metallic black glistens under the rays of sun seeping in through the window.

Safe Place

It had become a common occurrence, every time they return to the Quinjet, for Bucky to lay his head on Sam's shoulder.

So Good It's a Sin

Thank god for Sam Wilson.

Across the Multiverse and It All Leads Back to You

Bucky's not in the mood to eat anything.

Look At All The Lovin' We Do

They're staring into each other's eyes.

Body Built for the Beach

"Your first vacation as Captain America and you really wanna lug me around?" Bucky says.

Pizza, but first a date

Sam glances at the watch on his wrist, adjusts the strap, then peers around to look for the waiter again.

Love on the Line

Super Soldier Stupid is a condition that should be accounted for in the history books.

Casual Doesn't Feel Good

It happens on a lonely night at home.

This was interesting, I'm glad I could participate. In terms of a pattern, I would maybe say simple sentences. I'm actually trying to work more on where I want to start my stories. It's something I learned recently that deciding which moment you bring the reader into the story changes the entire perspective.

No pressure, tagging: @saryasy @livingincolorsagain @the-biggest-sambucky-shipper @firstelevens

#sambucky #sambucky fanfiction #ask game #writers ask game #my fics

[sesamestreep]

Matt/Foggy, 36

From this Spotify Wrapped Prompt Game: #36. Made You Look - Meghan Trainor (🫣 I am not immune to a viral tiktok audio earworm…)

“Are you capable of exercising any self-control at all?” Foggy asks, voice dripping with annoyance as it carries across the room.

“I—” Matt pauses, as he tries to figure out the right response to that question. “I’m literally just sitting here,” he finally offers, weakly, because it definitely sounds like he’s in trouble, he’s just not sure why.

“I know that,” Foggy says, coming back to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m talking about what happened last night.”

“I was under the impression that you enjoyed what happened last night.”

“Matt…”

“In fact, I distinctly remember asking if you were enjoying yourself and you said—”

“You don’t need to quote me,” Foggy says, evidently excited or embarrassed by the memory—or both. “I remember.”

“Well, then, I’m confused by your sudden change of heart.”

“Not a change of heart,” Foggy clarifies and Matt is very often thankful that Foggy can’t hear his heartbeat and now is one such moment, because the way it immediately calms down from relief is genuinely a little embarrassing and he’s glad no one else has to know about it. “Just confronting the very frustrating reality that I’m going to have to do the walk of shame in a shirt open to my navel because someone tore half the buttons off of it in his haste to get me undressed. Again.”

Matt shrugs, very deliberately casual now that he knows this isn’t a real argument. “It felt like an urgent matter at the time.”

“Matt, I don’t even know where any of the buttons ended up!”

“Thank God. It’d be really embarrassing if you’d had the presence of mind to keep track of that while I was…well, you know.”

“I don’t know why you can’t just unbutton my shirt patiently like a grownup,” Foggy complains, which is the exact opposite of what he was doing last night, but Matt doesn’t bring that up.

“I don’t know why you insist on wearing those fancy suits with like eighteen layers I have to go through,” Matt says, instead. “Getting you naked is like breaking into a Swiss bank.”

“They’re three piece suits, you infant,” Foggy retorts, laughing. “And I’ve been told by everyone on Earth except you that I look great in them.”

“I’m sure you do. But for my purposes, they’re a nuisance.”

“You’re a philistine, Matthew. And I’m going to tell Luke that you don’t appreciate well made clothing and get you on his bad side for all eternity.”

“Please don’t,” Matt says, grabbing Foggy’s wrist like he might go for his phone right away. The downside of meeting Luke through Foggy is that he always has this extremely viable threat in his back pocket. “You have no idea how hard it is to find a good tailor these days.”

“Oh, I’m intimately aware,” Foggy cries, and there’s a shuffling noise as he (Matt’s guessing) shakes his injured shirt at him. “And speaking of Luke, you can’t claim my clothes are a nuisance to get out of when you run around in your leather daddy body armor all the time. There’s just no comparison!”

Matt doesn’t point out that he rarely shows up to see Foggy in the suit because it usually ends in them arguing rather than fucking—or, at least, arguing for a while before they get around to fucking. That’s not going to win him any points at the moment, he imagines.

“Leather daddy?” he asks, incredulously, instead.

“God, shut up,” Foggy says, still embarrassed and excited about it.

Matt takes the shirt out of Foggy’s hands, gently, and then, not so gently, shucks it to the other side of the room. “Maybe I just like who you are under your clothes more,” he says, carefully. “Did you ever think of that?”

“You’re so full of shit,” Foggy says, and, Matt’s not really sure how, but his voice fully gives away that he’s blushing.

“You could borrow something of mine…”

Foggy snorts. “Yeah, I don’t think you have anything in my size here, sweetheart.”

Matt lets his hand trail up Foggy’s side. “Oh, well. Hot guy in a tight t-shirt. What a sad fate for all of us to endure.”

“That gimmick only works when it’s guys like you. On me, it’ll just look delusional.”

Matt frowns, not liking the sound of that one bit. He slips his hand around the back of Foggy’s neck and pulls him close until their foreheads are pressed together, relieved by how easily Foggy complies despite his purported annoyance.

“Then it looks like your only option is to stay here forever,” Matt says, solemnly. “Completely naked, of course.”

“Of course,” Foggy says, laughing softly. “It’s the only plan that makes sense.”

“I’m glad we’re in agreement,” Matt replies, leaning in to kiss him. He conveniently doesn’t mention that he has one sweater, three sweatshirts, and no less than five t-shirts that he’s stolen from Foggy that he could just as easily return to him and solve his current predicament. He likes his solution better.

#WHATEVER #I know it was a huge pop song this year but this is genuinely a tune okay??? #meghan trainor knows what she’s doing!! #prompt fill #spotify wrapped fic prompts #prompt game #ask game #WHAT DO I TAG THESE AS??? #URGHHGGGG #anyway #mattfoggy #daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #ask #firstelevens #homelywenchsociety #that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it! #[chanting softly to myself] finished is better than perfect! finished is better than perfect!

[bisamwilson]

Hi Mak hope you're good! :)

Ask game :) List 5 things that make you happy and then ask this question to the last 10 people who liked and reblogged things from you

hi zainab!!! thank you <3 hope you're well!!

this is really cute omg

mid morning saturday showtimes at my favorite movie theater. especially the ones consisting of just me and like four other people who are all over the age of 60

65-70 degree walks down by the river with my rat <3

weekly low effort hangouts with friends where we just catch up from the last week and consume media (one friend and i are in the middle of korra rn, and i'm currently watching bad batch/the animated justice league show with another!)

the spring flower show at the conservatory near me that i went to last weekend :)

daily after work facetimes with my mama <3

#such a sweet ask game #firstelevens #ask #ask game

[sonseulsoleil]

WIP Tag Game!

Tagged by @galwithalibrarycard

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Alright, I don't have a lot of new active WIPs at the moment, but I've done this before and I don't want to post repeats, so I'll post the handful I have. In no particular order:

crowley gets a cat (Good Omens fic series, I've already posted the first one on AO3)

a very long list of reasons NOT to date her (Broadchurch fic! I watched this show all the way through for the first time recently!)

crystal clear as we disappear (....H2O: Just Add Water fic...in the year of our lord 2024...I know I know but just let me LIVE)

Bones amnesia fic (obviously, a Bones fic lol)

(after all this time) I'm still into you (Heartstopper fic! This one is up on AO3 as well, but I'm only about halfway through)

I'm tagging: @hmslusitania @twosoulsinonehome @astrhae @firstelevens and anyone else who follows me and wants to do it! Feel free to tag me!

#writing #WIPS #my writing

[abnerkrill]

Last line tag game

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

tagged by @firstelevens <3

Valandil smiles at that, taking another sip to fortify himself.

no-pressure tagging @aadmelioraa @wildwren @moonatoms @reynaofrivia @brynnmclean @elrondsscribe

#trop #my fic #firstelevens

[sambambucky]

last line challenge

tagged by @firstelevens <3<3 tyty

rules: in a new post, share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

“What are you doing with them?” Misty asks, not having to look at the table where Nat and Bucky are staged for Sam to know exactly who she means. "With him?”

i am (un)fortunately still writing the gta au... blame this on the anon that pointed out the misty x sam scene, okay. i forgot about her until i re-remembered that ask the other day.

lol @ 'tagging the number of words'; hi & no pressure to: @questinwitchface, @crepuscularqueens, @writerkenna & @livingincolorsagain

#this is that same goddam gala chapter lmao #boyyyyyyyyyy when we get there im throwing a party #that whole fic is just a guise for that gala #and for me to shove scott into everyones face and heart (: #the sb gta au #one day i'll start something new... i could not even do the WIP game you tagged me in zainab #because every single doc i could list had already been talked about and remains unfinished :') #jo do be writing or whatever

[philtstone]

last line challenge

tagged by @firstelevens

rules: in a new post, share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

so continue my dogged attempts to finish the not-quite-an-om-shanti-om-au in between moving countries lol

That was it, wasn’t it? Jamie didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to go, and the Ghost in all her sort of sad floaty care for him snapped in the way of a brittle little twig. She had an awful temper sometimes. He’d heard her yell at the kitchen wall once when she found she couldn’t float through it.  “James Fraser,” she said in her posh little accent, “are you going to continue wallowing in this miserable fucking flat or are you going to get up off your arse and face the bloody world like a man?”

Tagging @sesamestreep @flyinghome-againstthewind @sayheykid and @walkinginland because to the extent of my knowledge youve all got something going on ... & i love u

#this is objectively more than one line #but i felt it needed some Contexte #my writing #outlander #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #claire x jamie

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Author Question Tag Game Thing

Awww, thank you so much for tagging me, @cobrafantasies! 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

278

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

too high 😂

3. What fandoms do you write for?

SamBucky mostly, but I've done other ships

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

You’re a Sunflower (I Think Your Love Would Be Too Much)  Bucky Quest 2K14 Bucky Quest 2K15  How Had He Not Seen It Sooner? Wakanda Watch 2K17

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to, but then I got so behind on them that it's kind of stressful to think about. I'm sorry if I haven't responded to a comment 😅 I love comments dearly and I'm sorry I haven't been responding, please keep commenting.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm more of a happy endings person, buuuut I've written a few with semi-angsty endings. I'd say then like a sinner before the gates of heaven (I’ll come crawling back to you) has the one of the angstier endings I've made.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my endings are happy, but Bucky Quest probably is one of my favorite happy endings out of the ones I've made.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't say that's something I usually do. Perhaps criticize if something needs to be said, but for the most part, I just like to say nice things to people because writing is hard, especially something free like fanfiction, and I want to make people feel like they're appreciated 🥺

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. Mostly adorable, dorky people in love being goofy who happen to be doing something steamy.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not usually, no. I can't think of one that I've done, actually.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so. I feel like someone would tell me if it happened, though.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup! Bucky Quest has a Spanish translation!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Several fics. My favorite was probably the multi-creator collab Water They Waiting For 🥰

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

SamBucky definitely 😆

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Art Thief!Bucky, PI!Sam fic. It's written. I just don't know if I'm happy with it. And do people still want to see it even??? I have no clue lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

Description is a strength of mine as well as comedy 😆 I think I'm pretty good at characters and dialogue too but maybe other people who read my work will know better haha

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Editing. I have such a bad time sitting down and reading my work out loud to get all the grammar things and make sure it's coherent. Not because I don't like my work, but because I like writing more than reading if that makes sense? And I suck at catching grammar and typo problems in my own work haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Sometimes I translate. I've definitely done that before or looked up a song in a different language other than English. I try not to translate too much since I won't say languages are my forte, though, I can at least understand Spanish okay (eight years of Spanish will do that for a person, though, I wish I was better at actually writing it). I've translated stuff into Morse code even. Sometimes, I just say it's in another language and italicize the dialogue. If you're scared of translating and don't want to mess up, that's not the worst trick.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto. Don't look at me 😂

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I don't have favorites, I love my babies equally. Though I will say I do truly enjoy Buffy Burnes Ph.D. the Scientific Illustrator Roommate, The Meeting of Branchus and Apollo, and The Bone Man dearly.

No pressure, tagging: @sambambucky @questinwitchface @sassysambucky @saryasy @firstelevens

#writer ask game #sambucky #my fics #thank you for tagging me 🥰