Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people
Thank you to @tevanlounatic911 for the tag.
Here are my most recent 10 fics. I went by the date I first posted the fic, not by the most recent updates.
A little surprise for everyone is that the last two on the list are teasers for two new fics that I'll be posting in the next few days!!! 😉
How Not to Date in Secret
Ravi is just trying to return Buck’s hoodie.
It’s the oversized, worn-soft blue one that Buck always wears. Buck had loaned it to him two weeks ago when they’d been caught during a hike by a sudden downpour. Ravi hadn’t meant to keep it—he just forgot that he had it in the backseat of his car, crumpled up like an old granola bar wrapper.
Buck slams back another shot, grimacing before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His throat burns, but it’s a dull kind of pain, the kind that feels deserved. He raises the empty glass when the bartender glances over. The man’s eyes settle on the row of empty glasses littering the bar in front of Buck before he walks over, brow creased with concern.
Firehouse Fairytales and Buck’s Ongoing Emotional Destruction
Hen is the one who picks Bambi , which Tommy immediately calls a betrayal of the greatest order.
The sun spills over the rumpled bedsheets like melted honey, warm and slow. Morning has long since passed, but neither of them cares. The air in the room is quiet, golden, and still, save for the occasional sigh of cotton shifting against skin, the whisper of bare feet brushing under the covers, and the hush of breath between soft, sweet kisses against sleep-warmed skin.
Falling Without A Safety Net
The world didn’t end with sirens or flames like Buck thought it would—it just got quiet. Painfully, hauntingly quiet. He hadn’t realized how much sound had stitched his life together until it all unraveled and disappeared into the black hole ripped open by the lawsuit: the radio chatter, the hiss of oxygen masks, Bobby’s steady voice calling orders, the snap of Chim’s gum, the gentle teasing of Hen, and the soft murmur of Eddie’s frequent bedtime calls to Chris.
Curious Minds and Controlled Burns
“Okay,” Chimney says slowly, pointing at the laptop screen. “Is this real life or am I watching an outtake from MythBusters: The Unhinged Edition ?”
The station hums with quiet routine—dishes drying in the rack, boots thudding softly against concrete, the low murmur of voices trading stories to pass the time.
10 Times Bobby Was Horrified by Buck and 1 Time He Accepted Reality
Bobby should have known something was up when Buck came in early. Not just on time—early. With two reusable grocery bags, a too-wide grin, and a suspicious amount of enthusiasm that radiated off him like static cling.
The Sky Breaks in Quiet Despair (unposted)
The call comes in at 02:47 a.m. on a Saturday—a domestic violence incident escalating fast with possible need for a medevac. A panicked neighbor reports being startled awake by the sound of enraged screaming and glass shattering. She can hear heavy things repeatedly crashing into walls from her house across the street. She sobs as she tells them that she thinks her neighbor Jake is going to actually kill his boyfriend this time.
A Secret Garden Grows (tentative title, unposted)
Buck doesn’t even look at the box when he grabs it off the shelf in Target—just snatches it with trembling fingers, keeps his eyes low as he rushes through the aisles like someone might recognize him. He is halfway home before he realizes that he doesn’t even know if this is a brand that he can trust to be accurate.
I don't know who to tag so anyone who sees this and can do it, consider yourself tagged by me. 😉
