tagged by @reformedplayerbibuck @evansboyfriend 💖💖
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!
oh wow look at that, I have exactly ten bucktommy fics so far 🙈
Tommy calls him Buck, and it’s like someone pours a bucket of cold water over him. - from I belong to you (and you belong to me too)
Buck has been dating Tommy for close to four months now, and his bad leg hasn’t bothered him once in that time – at least not in Tommy’s presence. - from I'll take care of you (honey, you'll take care of me too)
Buck's in the middle of cooking dinner when there's a knock at the door. - from you're the sun to me
There’s a movie quietly playing on the TV in the bedroom, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn sitting next to Tommy, Buck plastered to his other side, as they’re propped up against the headboard. - from you're my twin flame from a past life
“Hey, you okay?” Buck bumps his shoulder against Tommy’s as they’re walking to their table, his boyfriend seeming pensive and tense. - from I'm here for whenever you need (to put it all on me)
The first thing Buck registers as he’s slowly emerging from sleep is the warm presence along his back. - from I wanna wake up with you (and throughout the night I wanna hold you tight)
Tommy hates having to leave the bachelor party. - from It didn't take much time, forever's more than crossed my mind
In Buck's defense, he doesn’t mean to ask this question right then. - from you're my future, baby
Their date is going well, at least at the beginning. - from we don't know where this is going now (don't be afraid of heights, let me open your heart wide)
Tommy drives him home after their date. - from I wanna breathe you in
huh, I guess I start a lot with a bit of context or more of less establishing the scene? also apparently I like to start out with the name of the character whose pov it is lmao
also, I sure do love titles with parentheses haha
no pressure tags (lmk if you wanna be added or removed):
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!
(I'm going by latest updated not by the last "published" dates because that's too much work to search through.)
Eventide (everlark): Peeta lunged forward on the decorative rug stretched out before him for what was probably the fifth time that night.
Da mi diebus mille (jamieclaire): Claire Beauchamp stretched her legs up the three steep steps towards the entrance of the plane.
She Moved Through the Fair (everlark): All around, dandelions that have gone to seed whip around us, dotting the edge of the landscape of waving green grass where train and prairie meet.
I would recognise you... (jamieclaire - also longer line since the first were straight up book quotes): “I was dead. Everything around me was a blinding white. And there was a soft rushing sound like the wings of angels. I felt peaceful. And bodiless. Free of terror. Free of rage. Filled with a quiet happiness.” A soft warmth brushed my hand.
Blood Pearl/Neamhnaid Fola (jamieclaire): Jamie played with the scratchy ruffles sewed to the cuffs of his sleeves, impatient.
Wild Rose (everlark): The blue sky stretches for miles, letting the heat sneak in and saturate the air with a clinginess that can only ever belong to the final long stretch of days of the summer season.
The Sassenach Faerie (jamieclaire): The sun had not yet peaked over the grey monoliths up on the hill.
Soup of Life (outlander fix-it): It was a veritable feast for a small creature such as him.
Chocolate, churros, princesses, and scarves (jamieclaire): “Claire, mo ghraidh, mo Sorcha, I love ye so verra much-” Jamie gulped, the bob of his throat catching Claire’s eyes. “Will ye-”
roses love sunshine, violets love dew (everlark): In and out. In and out. The blond lashes steady me.
no one tagged me in this but i do feel like taking some hostages with me so if you fancy joining 🫶: @atelierlili @mollywog @thesweetnessofspring @rosegardeninwinter @thesunpersists @littlemarianah @unnamednarrator @notsocooljess @lara-frasers @liberalk1tsch @liusaidh-writing
Thank you for the tag @lemonlyman-dotcom and @tellmegoodbye - 💛
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!
Cig's note: This isn't a rule but I've added a little 'read if you're in the mood for...' to each.
Keep the Lights On - It’s attempt number three of trying to lean coolly against Carlos' car while they wait for Paul to appear after finishing his shift. (If you're in the mood for: season one idiots in love)
The Wonder of It (I wrote chapter 2) - TK wakes to the sound of the storm wheeling overhead. In high winds, this house has a rattle like pennies in a jar. (If you're in the mood for: Kidfic and how TK and Carlos come to decide they are ready to adopt).
I Was Thinking About Your Mouth - Birdsong stirs Carlos Reyes – but he doesn’t open his eyes as he tumbles unwillingly out of a dream in which he wanders the floral halls of his abuela’s home. He finds her in every room, always delighted to see him. (If you're in the mood for: Silly smut and friendship).
Search and Rescue - TK howls as thunder crashes and lightning fills the dark bedroom with a white-hot flare, for a wild second illuminating their bodies as they bounce up-and-down in the straddle position. (If you're in the mood for: Tarlos adopting a dog).
Where All This Love Comes From - Saturday December 10, 2016. TK Strand opens his eyes on the morning of his twenty-third birthday when nausea stabs like a spike in his gut. (If you're in the mood for: A married Tarlos novel with backstory depicting TK's addiction and Carlos' relationship with his dad).
You Can Leave Your Hat On - “I love our loft so much,” TK yells from the bedroom, midway through stuffing his feet into gray cable-weave slipper socks with white fleece lining and gummy grips on the sole. (If you're in the mood for: Stupidly hot sex on a cold night. Emphasis on stupid).
Suddenly, In the Silence - Andrea kisses them goodbye on the doorstep and wraps her mauve cardigan around herself a little tighter, peering up with a wince at the night sky. (If you're in the mood for: Spending a dark and stormy night with TK and Carlos. And Andrea. And Gabriel...?)
Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines - Ten minutes into writing a story about a talking horse, Carlos Reyes is approached by his teacher and informed that he’s allowed to use a ballpoint pen for his cursive. (If you're in the mood for: A 3x08 coda that contains backstory for Carlos' and TK's experiences of 9/11).
Release the Hand to Relax the Animal - It starts instantly and out of nowhere. (If you're in the mood for: TK and Carlos having tantric sex).
When Soulmates Swim - If I can make it to the chair, TK thinks, then I can make it to the door. (If you're in the mood for: TK and Carlos falling in love while swimming).
Patterns: I'm not sure! There's a couple where there is an initial focus around atmosphere and setting; others where it's more in the action; others where it's perhaps a bit mysterious. Why is TK in a bad way on his birthday? What starts instantly and out of nowhere? Why is TK trying to make it to a chair, then to the door, etc? Overall I think it's a bit of a mixed bag. I don't think you'd get from the opening of I Was Thinking About Your Mouth that it's a very silly fic!
I was tagged by @withacapitalp 🥰 ty sweetness! I'm pretty sure I've done this one before but not for a while so most of these should be new/different
and @thefreakandthehair! thank you for the additional tag 💜
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!
Midsummer Nights - Steve had been a camper at Sunset Lake since almost before he could remember.
No Vacancy - Eddie grinned as he pulled his trusty van, the very same rust-bucket he’d been driving since high school that he liked to refer to as Van Halen, if only to elicit the groans of both friends and strangers, into the small parking lot of the Buckingham beach motel
Devil (take my hand and we'll walk into the fire together) - It didn’t hit home until Eddie arrived on set on the day of the shoot what he’d actually gotten himself into.
Who even goes on blind dates anymore? - Eddie took a deep breath, preparing himself mentally for the night ahead as he walked up the street towards the place he was supposed to meet his blind date.
Times Like These (The Anniversary Edition) - Eddie could hardly breathe past the blood that was flooding into his mouth, threatening to choke him before he even had the opportunity to bleed out.
Mermay - Eddie had always lived his life in fear of being caught, of being labeled a freak for more than just his love of Metal, Tolkien, and D&D—not to mention his less than heterosexual leanings in the romance department, but that was a whole other thing with its own set of worries.
Fairytale - He was never going to find her.
I Don't Think We're In Hawkins Anymore, Big Boy - To be perfectly honest, Steve always felt a little unsafe riding around in the van with Eddie.
Life is a Game (and True Love is a Trophy) - “That was amazing, Eddie!”
Hellfire Ink - Not for the first time, Eddie was really regretting his decision to book a client on a Friday night, and a new client at that.
is there a pattern? I feel like there is but I'm not sure how to describe. Eddie's name appears in almost every first sentence and starts FOUR of them, does that count? LMAO
No pressure tags! @penny00dreadful @pearynice @dreamwatch @devondespresso @shares-a-vest
rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 8 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!
Buck's Coma vs. Real World Checklist
0.3k | rated G | multimedia art
Turn over & look at the digital alarm clock. If the numbers can all be read, this is real. Try to breathe through a fully closed nose. If impossible, this is real.
morning glory
2.6k | rated E | buddie non-linear: the morning after the night before
He wakes up slow as molasses trickling out of the pan. A line of warmth is searing down the length of him from the back of his neck to the ticklish points behind his knees. Buck can tell the sun is up too by the weak bands of light creeping their way over the bed and just inside his field of vision.
hope is a sword
5.5k | rated T | whumptober 2023 prompt #5, debris, pinned down, "It's broken."
The next call sounds through their radios and A shift is in the engine as one in the next minute, all jammed in like sardines with sweat trickling down their backs, grins and bellies sharp with hunger. There’s no other place in the world Eddie would rather be (aside from his couch with his son and Buck, but that’s a story for another time).
proof of concept: ach tagais 'nós na hoíche
part 1 of a series | 8.2k | rated E | eddie helps buck through a bad drop
Buck’s just closed his utensil drawer as softly as it will let him, hardly gripping the edge of the kitchen counter with his other hand, when his phone chirps. The unexpectedly piercing ding of his message tone rends straight through the eardrums, making him gasp and lose his grasp on the edge of the granite.
slouching towards bethlehem to be born
ch 3/8 | 23.7k | rated M | eddie is haunted by memories that don't belong to him
Awareness blows through his eardrums and he’s rudely yanked back into the ability to chronicle two of his senses.
“Come on, Eddie! Eddie, hang on. Eddie–” the pleading, formless voice blooms out and begs him.
eros
3.1k | rated E | buddie feelings realization and a demonstration
They find themselves, like any other easy, lazy night, on Eddie’s couch. Buck looks over from his usual sprawl, attention already drifting past the moody resolve of John Wick choosing violence over the death of his dog Daisy on the Diaz’s TV screen.
slip like freudian
4.5k | rated T | slightly cracky: eddie is taught a lesson by a witch
After a rather sideways, unusual morning, Eddie finally makes it to the station parking lot. He’s somehow five minutes early, so he allots three whole minutes to lightly smacking his head against the steering wheel.
how life goes on the way it does
ch 12/12 | 39.6k | rated E | buddie & past lives movie au
Ravi’s just finished collecting the last of the devices ready for the probie charging pool when a woman with a wild halo of curls strolls into the station’s engine bay.
“Hi! Can I help you with anything?” he calls out to her.
definitely love to set the scene with descriptions that i always hope can help you visualize...feel like you're plopped right in the middle of a scene with a character. also like to switch povs every time i switch fics. indivdually, i can't do multiple povs within one story though. i feel like i take my cues from screenwriting more than anything when i set out to put words on the page. this is making me hungry to blow dust off my fics again!
no pressure tagging: @kitkatpancakestack, @transboybuckley, @shitouttabuck, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @devirnis, @malewifediaz, @spagheddiediaz, @puppyboybuckley, @pirrusstuff, @cal-daisies-and-briars, @pantsaretherealheroes, @lemonzestywrites, @thewolvesof1998, @captain-hen, @rewritetheending, @athenagranted, @butchdiaz, @housewifebuck, @honestlydarkprincess, @homerforsure, @anakinfallen and anyone else who wants to! it's been an age and a half since i tagged anyone for anything. mwah! 💞
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!
I'm too tired. What do ya'll think? :)
tagged by @dangerpronebuddie and @hippolotamus. Thank you.
Eyes Are Watching You
The rain was relentless, soaking Buck as he weaved through the streets. Taxis screeched to a halt and pedestrians dashed for shelter from the deluge.
Fight In the Shadows
It wasn’t often Athena found herself this far from her normal beat. She was thirty minutes outside her district, riding down a quiet, empty road, thinking of the most creative detail to assign the new rookies
Whose Attention?
When bad storms brewed off the coast, they tended to have an impact on flight operations. Even Air Rescue had procedures for operating during inclement weather.
A Light in the Darkness
His coordination is off; fat-feeling fingers fumbling with his turn-out coat, the snaps refusing to work. Exhausted, Eddie gives up wrestling with the damn things, yanking at the bottom until all the snaps come undone like the rest of him.
Follow You Into The Dark
The moment the alarm blared, all the hair along the back of Eddie’s neck stood on end. He didn’t need to check his watch.
Cutting The Ties That Bind
It’d been three days since the brakes on his car had gone out. There was an active factory recall regarding the master cylinder on the same make and model Buck owned, but his uncle didn’t believe in coincidences.
We All Fall Down
Sounds filtered through his muddled brain. Radio static. Heavy breathing. Metal creaking—no groaning. Or was that him? Was he groaning?
Tick...Tick...Boom
It was a good day when all their calls ended in success. An automobile accident and an incident involving a large sinkhole resolved with only minor injuries.
We’ve Got Fun & Games
Giddiness ran through Buck’s veins. He stretched his arms, his hamstrings, even his calves.
Not Today
The first time Eddie encountered death was at his Tía Lula’s bedside. He held her limp hand, whispering thanks for all the times they baked cookies together, for the days spent outside in her lazy hammock, or playing with her cats.
I was tagged by @withacapitalp and @hbyrde36 for this, thank you my loves! I'm not going to count the podfics or fanart for obvious reasons but I'm also not going to include my tumblr drabbles because I didn't back date them correctly 😅 Just full fics below!
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!
The Mummy - So…
Passing Grade - There was a knock against the door and Steve barely allowed himself a second to glance up from his desk before burying his nose back into his papers.
Folie à Deux - Steve slowly came to consciousness and immediately knew something was wrong.
Through The Valley - Eddie rapped his knuckle against the metal three times.
And They Were Roommates! - Steve didn’t hate him exactly.
Love Is What Makes You Brave - Should he be here?
Stolen - “He’s dead.”
I'll Tell You My Sins and You Can Sharpen Your Knife - Death had visited Hawkins many times in the last few years, far too many times for their liking if they were being honest.
Cat And Mouse - Steve pulled the trigger, barely even paying attention as the bullet tore through the head of his target.
The Parting Glass - It was nearly Christmas and Eddie was driving back to Hawkins for the second time in two weeks.
In terms of a pattern? I apparently like to start with an action. 5/10 of these start with someone doing something. And apparently I also like short opening lines.
Sometimes very short opening lines. 🤣
I suppose that's fitting, I do like to try and suck people in with the opening line alone. Whether I've actually managed that or not, it's up to you 😅
4/10 are Steve, 4/10 are Eddie, 2/10 are some third party observing or speaking.
