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!
tagged by @wikiangela @dangerpronebuddie thank you loves 💖
my flesh it was my currency [BuckTommy | E]
“Ohgodohgodohgodohfuck!” Buck babbles, clawing at the bed sheets, panting and gasping, his words slurring and blending even further into a single high-pitched incoherent whine.
late for the love of my life [Eddie pining/background Eddie/Marisol]
“Hey, handsome,” Marisol murmurs in a sleepy voice. She stretches and stands from the armchair, walking over to wrap her arms around Eddie’s waist and give him a peck on the lips. “How was the ceremony?”
late for this, late for that [BuckTommy]
“Not late. Right on time,” Evan sighs, content and sated, turning in Tommy’s arms so they’re back-to-chest, bare skin pleasantly warm at every point of contact.
honey, when you call my name [Buddie | E]
He can do this. He wants to. These are his friends. His family. His people. Frankly, after a shitty week at dispatch running the LAFD Twitter account, he deserves to be here.
it's tempawrary [Stevie | Schitt's Creek]
Stevie is at least 87% certain this week can’t possibly get worse. For starters, she’s in the motel lobby surrounded by overstuffed bankers’ boxes. Boxes that now belong to her, courtesy of Aunt Maureen’s highly inconvenient death.
stay here honey (i don't wanna share) [Lutalia | E]
Lucy drapes one arm around Natalia, burying her nose in her hair. Nat smells like the overpriced mousse from the salon. Like sweat and sex. She smells like Lucy. That knowledge sparks a primal, possessive urge, just enough to make itself known. The one Lucy isn’t ready to admit to having and Natalia won’t admit to loving.
if this love is pain (let's hurt tonight) [Buddie]
Eddie knows it’s him immediately. Feels the weight of his presence like a favorite coat that doesn’t quite fit anymore. Of course he does. Try as he might, Eddie will never not know when Buck is nearby.
with eyes wide open i tore you apart [Buddie]
“Which is why I have to make the most of every single moment.”
if i'm being honest (it scares me to death) [Buddie]
Just got in. See you tomorrow.
the only thing that matters now (is everything) [Twylexis | cw: vague reference to medical issues]
Alexis combs her fingers through her hair, letting manicured nails lightly scratch along her scalp while she stares at the ceiling.
i guess the prominent pattern is dialogue (internal or external) and just kind of throwing readers into the story. and a big fan of parentheses in the title 🫶
rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!
it's tempawrary (Stevie Budd | 3.1k | T)
Stevie is at least 87% certain this week can’t possibly get worse. For starters, she’s in the motel lobby surrounded by overstuffed bankers’ boxes. Boxes that now belong to her, courtesy of Aunt Maureen’s highly inconvenient death.
stay here honey (i don't wanna share) (Lutalia | 1.8k | E)
Lucy drapes one arm around Natalia, burying her nose in her hair. Nat smells like the overpriced mousse from the salon. Like sweat and sex. She smells like Lucy. That knowledge sparks a primal, possessive urge, just enough to make itself known. The one Lucy isn’t ready to admit to having and Natalia won’t admit to loving.
if this love is pain (let's hurt tonight) (Buddie | 3.2k | T)
Eddie knows it’s him immediately. Feels the weight of his presence like a favorite coat that doesn’t quite fit anymore. Of course he does. Try as he might, Eddie will never not know when Buck is nearby.
with eyes wide open i tore you apart (Buddie | 377 | G)
“Which is why I have to make the most of every single moment.”
Even as Buck says the words, they taste like ash on his tongue. Because his heart’s not in them and he knows Eddie’s not buying it either.
if i’m being honest (it scares me to death) (Buddie | 2.9k | T)
Just got in. See you tomorrow.
Buck pockets his phone and enters the apartment — it’s not home, never really has been — his movements slow and easy, like he’s floating. Buoyed by the sort of love and contentment that can only come from spending an evening at the Diaz house.
the only thing that matters now (is everything) (Twylexis | 882 | G)
Alexis combs her fingers through her hair, letting manicured nails lightly scratch along her scalp while she stares at the ceiling. Golden wavy strands glide between her fingertips before dropping back to the pillow, a feeling she wants to take advantage of while she can. The self-soothing act had always calmed her as a little girl. Tonight she’s not exactly troubled, but ever since the tests came back, and the immediate future is wrapped in so much uncertainty, she’s found herself doing it more often.
a prelude to a kiss (Twylexis | 335 | G)
It’s no secret that Alexis has kissed lots of people. Like, so many. Men, women, non-binary, genderfluid… Alexis Rose has locked lips with them all. Even so, none of those could ever compare to the woman standing in front of her. To the moment they’re about to share.
I know all your secrets (David/Patrick | 4.6k | E)
In all the years of artfully sneaking around for missions, Agent Patrick Brewer never thought his expertise would lead him here. At least, not as many times as it has.
Whatever may come (your heart I will choose) (Buddie | 77.4k | M)
Love /lǝv/ (n) - strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties. Warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion. Unselfish, loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another.
Thousands of years ago, the Ancient Greeks identified eight types of love: Agape (unconditional), Eros (romantic), Philia (affectionate), Philautia (self-love), Storge (familiar), Pragma (enduring), Ludus (playful), and Mania (obsessive).
all in the Jee-tails (Buddie | 4.5k | T)
Okay. Just a little turn aaaand- yes. Alright, only one more to go. You got this, Buckley.
Buck watches with fascination as the sewing machine’s needle dips and resurfaces, piercing the shimmery blue fabric. A wave of satisfaction and pride washes over him when the final stitches meet seamlessly with the beginning ones.
umm... i don't even know how to categorize whatever's happening there. although i feel like i can confidently say that i love using parens in titles 🙃
tags below the cut. if you see this and wanna play, too, consider this your tag!
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Writing Round-Up: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones your most excited about.
2023 saw me writing a lot of unexpected and new things! It's been a unique year in the Hippoverse to say the least. Going to highlight some of my favs as well as things that never made it to AO3 💖 Putting it all under the cut to save your dash 😘
January
you spoke to me so sweetly | 2.6k | E (Twylexis)
aka the fic I wrote before shit got real
Alexis hums her appreciation, letting her eyes fall closed while Twyla repeats the circuitous route, and breathing in the blend of lavender and lemon oil her wife insisted upon for “calm and good luck”. The temporary serenity only lasts for three or four passes until a light knock at the door interrupts. She doesn’t try to hide her instant pout when the gentle pressure disappears and she’s forced to open her eyes again.
Dr. Rist breezes inside, far too perky in Alexis’s opinion. Perhaps it’s a good sign. Despite her nerves, Alexis plasters her PR smile on, and clasps Twyla’s hand – the only tell she’ll allow to indicate she’s worried while they wait to find out what kind of life changing the appointment will be.
“Well,” Dr. Rist says. “Alexis. Twyla. Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s begin, shall we?”
tumblr prompt fill for but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day featuring David and Stevie -
Stevie turns her head and he’s very uninterested in the look on her face, what it might mean. He’s only seen it once before - in the low light of her messy apartment - which is why he’s positive she’s about to drop a bomb on him. Something that preemptively makes his insides twist. It’s too much for getting high and laying out on the roof of the high school.
March
all in the Jee-tails | 4.5k | T (Buddie)
Okay. Just a little turn aaaand- yes. Alright, only one more to go. You got this, Buckley.
Buck watches with fascination as the sewing machine’s needle dips and resurfaces, piercing the shimmery blue fabric. A wave of satisfaction and pride washes over him when the final stitches meet seamlessly with the beginning ones. For only putting in minimal effort during Family & Consumer Sciences, he’s impressed with his handiwork. He eases his foot off the pedal and snips the thread, freeing his creation so he can try it on.
Ever since Jee watched Sleeping Beauty and Shrek for the first time she’s become obsessed with all things fantasy. Much to Maddie, Chim and Eddie’s amusement, Buck couldn’t help himself from buying her a sparkly dress (or three), as well as a tiara fit for pint-sized royalty.
Of course, once she had her clothes to play dress up, she needed a fearsome beast to battle. And, well, how was Buck supposed to be an effective dragon without his own wings?
OR There is a Princess, Knight, Dragon, Wizard and Damsel in Distress and there is nothing Uncle Buck won't do for his niece.
NGL I absolutely adore this one. I had a blast writing it and assigning roles to the Han-Buckley-Diaz family.
I'm reaching for you, terrified | Buddie tumblr post
I’m leaving the 118.
Buck has had his oxygen tank run out, he’s been caught in more natural disasters than he’d prefer, and trapped under a ladder truck. Among other things. Those agonizing memories pale in comparison to what he feels now, hearing Eddie’s announcement. He’s a mix of breathless and numb and tingling pinpricks dancing over his skin. Of too much and not enough and loss.
May
I know all your secrets | 4.6k | E (David/Patrick)
A fic I originally published in 2022 but added a much needed chapter to
Patrick grins, noting the warm, spicy scent filling the spaces between them. It should make him wary, but that sensation stopped long ago, replaced by want and lust. “Rose, we meet again.”
“So we do,” David purrs in response. “I hope you’ve been well since Denmark.”
Patrick traces a finger over the curves he’s become so accustomed to, feeling the sleek mother-of-pearl buttons under his skin until he hooks onto the V of the single-breasted tuxedo jacket. “Never better. Should we exchange the usual my country wants you dead pleasantries first or is foreplay off the menu tonight?”
or the AU where Agents Brewer and Rose are rival spies who can't seem to stay away from each other
June
the only thing that matters now (is everything) | 882 | G (Twylexis)
aka the fic I wrote after shit got real
Alexis combs her fingers through her hair, letting manicured nails lightly scratch along her scalp while she stares at the ceiling. Golden wavy strands glide between her fingertips before dropping back to the pillow, a feeling she wants to take advantage of while she can. The self-soothing act had always calmed her as a little girl. Tonight she’s not exactly troubled, but ever since the tests came back, and the immediate future is wrapped in so much uncertainty, she’s found herself doing it more often.
Beyond the sliver of moonlight spilling through the window, painting an ethereal line across the carpet and over the blankets, she doesn’t know what time it is. Only that it’s still night, and dawn could be minutes or hours away. Patrick, with all his lil’ nature skills, would probably know without having to look at a clock. She’ll have to ask next time they talk.
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A future fic that leaves Alexis pondering life put on hold by the unexpected
October
A lil teen Eddie sneaking out to look at the stars tumblr post
November
if this love is pain (let's hurt tonight) | 3.2k | T Buddie
a foray into angsty writing
Eddie knows it’s him immediately. Feels the weight of his presence like a favorite coat that doesn’t quite fit anymore. Of course he does. Try as he might, Eddie will never not know when Buck is nearby. They are too intertwined. Had become too embedded in each other’s lives before- well, before everything. Before death doulas and school projects, lightning strikes and gunshots, poker games and treasure hunts. Long before Christopher graduated high school, Bobby retired and Hen became captain, and Buck… disappeared.
One day he and Buck were moving Christopher into his dorm room, laughing and making plans to send care packages from themselves and Tía Pepa. And the next Eddie felt like he was reliving I need some time too all over again.
OR After Chris leaves for college Buck mysteriously disappears. Five years later he finally returns with some answers.
stay here honey (i don't wanna share) | 1.8k | E Lutalia
baby's first Lutalia fic!
This – laying around cuddling after sex – isn’t their usual arrangement. Not like they have a usual arrangement. The only constant is one of them needing to blow off some steam and sending a text that sometimes only consists of a question mark. Then they fuck wherever is most convenient, whether that’s a car, motel room or, on at least one occasion, Nat’s office. Once in a while, like tonight, they both have the time and coordination to meet at one of their apartments, although it’s a scenario they tend to use infrequently for the purposes of keeping things casual.
OR Natalia helps soothe Lucy after a rough shift
December
Buddie-ish prompt fill for @steadfastsaturnsrings - Eddie doesn’t remember hanging up the phone, or locking the door. He doesn’t remember grabbing the baseball bat that he keeps under his bed in case someone breaks in. Or where his reign of terror began. He supposes he swung for the first thing within reach and didn’t stop until there was nothing left his brain recognized as destructible.
Buddie prompt fill for @statueinthestone (also added to the WIP pile to explore later) - Buck doesn’t remember exactly when the dreams started, just that it was sometime during his 1.0 phase. Like his subconscious realized before he did that sleeping around wasn’t cutting it. That he craved something deeper and more complex than purely physical relationships.
Fellow Travelers prompt fill for @vanillahigh00 - The words are a balm as much as they are a cut. A stabbing reminder of everything Tim can’t have. Could never have, really. Hawk was never his to keep. And as impossible as their love was before, it’s even more so now. Because Hawk belongs to Lucy. He’s a family man, a paragon of virtue within his world. Even if it’s all a lie.
Miscellaneous (edits and other things)
shall i write it in a letter? - Buckley-Diaz Family edit
And there's this boy... Buddie edit
Offering original poem
Adulting Gold Stars (part 2)
Poker Date Buddie edit
Now & Then Buddie edit
TG:M Buddie edit (is it the most amazing thing ever? not particularly but it was my first so you get it too)
London Boy Oliver edit
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Rules: Pick your 5 most recent fics and list the first and last lines, no context.
Thanks for the tags @blackandwhiteandrose @stereopticons @jesuisici33 @buddierights
with eyes wide open i tore you apart
Which is why I have to make the most of every single moment.” // Not anymore.
2. if i’m being honest (it scares me to death)
Just got in. See you tomorrow. // It’s following his heart on the winding path that led him to a reality better than any fantasy.
3. the only thing that matters now (is everything)
Alexis combs her fingers through her hair, letting manicured nails lightly scratch along her scalp while she stares at the ceiling. // The rest of her body follows, becoming lax and melting into the solid comfort of Twyla as she begins to dream of oceans and vineyards and tomorrows.
4. a prelude to a kiss
It’s no secret that Alexis has kissed lots of people. // She also tastes like questionable (though well intentioned) smoothies, burning sage and putting odd little crystals all over the house, snuggling in front of the fireplace, surprise notes in Alexis’s travel bag, and - perhaps most importantly - home.
5. I know all your secrets
In all the years of artfully sneaking around for missions, Agent Patrick Brewer never thought his expertise would lead him here. // “I’ll stay.”
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Thanks for the tags @spotsandsocks and @rmd-writes 😘
A snippet from with my heart in my lap:
“I had an uncle who nearly died from ink poisoning once,” Twyla continues, as if an anecdote about another one of her obscure family members is a perfectly natural transition. Something about a mix up with the inkwell and a bowl of soup.
The words fade as soon as they leave her soft, pink lips. They can’t hold Alexis’s attention as sharply as the curve of Twyla’s neck, the hollow of her throat, the splashes of freckles that dot her pale skin, disappearing below the neckline of her dress. It’s one of Alexis’s favorites. Flowery pale blue and yellow with short, cuffed sleeves, and a hemline that just covers Twyla’s knees.
Would all of her be as soft as she looks?
“Lex?”
Alexis abruptly blinks out of her haze. “Hmm? What?”
Twyla rolls on her side, smiling softly and propping up one elbow to rest her head on. “I was just saying we should probably go soon. George will need me at the cafè in a little while.”
It’s one of countless days they’ll spend together, before the summer fades, and yet Alexis can’t make herself move. How is she possibly expected to when Twyla is staring at her with jade green eyes that dance and sparkle like stars? When strands of auburn hair have come free, begging to be tucked away?
“Umm, yeah. Yes. Of course,” Alexis says, choosing to focus on Twyla’s earlobe. It feels like the safest option. Maybe this will be the year Alexis finally convinces her to pierce them.
No pressure tagging @stereopticons @vanillahigh00 @apothecarose loml @lizzie-bennetdarcy @jesuisici33 @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @alysiswriting @elvensorceress @monsterrae1 @911onabc @buddierights @fatedbuddie @swiftiediaz @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @chaosandwolves and an open tag for anyone else who wants to share what they’re working on
Tagged by @monsterrae1 Thank you, this looks so fun!
Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able to and see if there are any patterns! (I excluded the drabble collections)
if i'm being honest (it scares me to death): Just got in. See you tomorrow.
the only thing that matters now (is everything): Alexis combs her fingers through her hair, letting manicured nails lightly scratch along her scalp while she stares at the ceiling.
a prelude to a kiss: It’s no secret that Alexis has kissed lots of people.
I know all your secrets: In all the years of artfully sneaking around for missions, Agent Patrick Brewer never thought his expertise would lead him here.
Whatever may come (your heart I will choose): Love /lǝv/ (n) - strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties. Warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion. Unselfish, loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another.
all in the Jee-tails: Okay. Just a little turn aaaand- yes. Alright, only one more to go. You got this, Buckley.
for the record: “Happy birthday again, sis.” Buck gathers Maddie in a tight embrace as long as she’ll let him.
you spoke to me so sweetly: Breathe. Alexis forces herself to blink, to exhale, to be present.
i wish you all the love you're looking for, darling: Buck knows the phrase goes “there’s no use crying over spilled milk”, but nothing has spilled here.
Give Your Heart & Soul to Me: “Will you sing it to me?” David asks, his face smushed into the pillow, and already adorably dozy.
Patterns: Hmmm, kind of a mixed bag here. Most of them start with some sort of dialogue, whether that's external (being said to someone else, a text) or internal (the character's inner monologue). However they begin I'm sure I agonized over it 😅
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the only thing that matters now (is everything) | G | 882 words
Alexis combs her fingers through her hair, letting manicured nails lightly scratch along her scalp while she stares at the ceiling. Golden wavy strands glide between her fingertips before dropping back to the pillow, a feeling she wants to take advantage of while she can. The self-soothing act had always calmed her as a little girl. Tonight she’s not exactly troubled, but ever since the tests came back, and the immediate future is wrapped in so much uncertainty, she’s found herself doing it more often.
Beyond the sliver of moonlight spilling through the window, painting an ethereal line across the carpet and over the blankets, she doesn’t know what time it is. Only that it’s still night, and dawn could be minutes or hours away. Patrick, with all his lil’ nature skills, would probably know without having to look at a clock. She’ll have to ask next time they talk.
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A future fic that leaves Alexis pondering life put on hold by the unexpected
read on AO3
tagging some mutuals that may be interested? LMK if you would like to be added or removed @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @vanillahigh00 my love @lizzie-bennetdarcy @rmd-writes @apothecarose @ramonaflow @mammameesh @panbuckley @elvensorceress @jesuisici33 @waknatious @walnuts-and-berries @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @wearpersistencewell
