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 🫶

np tagging LOML @bidisasterevankinard @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @diazheartsbuckley @stereopticons

@tizniz @bi-buckrights @beyourownanchor6 @shipperqueen6 @saybiwithme

@your-catfish-friend @steadfastsaturnsrings @lemonzestywrites @monsterrae1 @loveyouanyway

Whiskey Fantasies (1189 words)

Patrick takes a shower to get ready for whiskey at Jake's and imagines the possibilities in store for the evening.

Fifty Shades of Gruyere (2535 words)

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!

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 😘

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.”

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.

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 😅

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

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