#one line any fic

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pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! then tag you’re it!

thanks to all my lovelies who tagged me @monsterrae1 @jacksadventuresinwriting @buddierights @spotsandsocks @rogerzsteven @prettyboybuckley @onward--upward 💙

1. wildfire

—They shared another look, Buck constantly feeling as though Eddie could see right through him. Maybe one day he wouldn’t try so hard to hide himself.

2. come back home (the happy ending version <3)

—Eddie’s hand slipped into the space between them, palm coming to rest over Buck’s heart.

“Your heart’s beating really fast Buckley. You should get that checked out.”

3. coastlines

—“When we get back, will—will you take me out surfing?”

Eddie twisted just enough so he could look at Buck, letting an easy smile spread across his lips.

“Yea of course. You name the time and place, and I’ll be there.”

4. i wanna be your turtle 🐢

—Eddie’s own fears took a backseat as he moved closer to make sure the snake didn’t get any ideas about eating his kid for lunch. There was something about the way Buck was so gentle, talking Chris through the whole process, making sure he was never uncomfortable, that made Eddie’s heart stir.

5. about last night

—“He could be the easter bunny then!” Buck tilted his head back to Eddie once more. “You have a cute wittle cotton nose babe!”

6. i wanna be what you want, what you need (i wanna be your everything)

—They went silent then, their bodies trembling with frustration. Buck watched as a bead of sweat rolled down Eddie’s forehead, a mixture of rain and perspiration doing the same to Buck, both of their breaths coming out jagged.

7. if i asked you to stay, would you?

—As Eddie reached for Buck’s bloodied arm, Buck hissed as the wrap was removed, fresh blood seeping through; it looked a little excessive for the type of cut.

8. i want to lvoe you (but i don’t know how)

—Buck tried to squirm out of his hold, turning away from him, but Eddie wasn’t having it. He used his thumb to brush just below where the stitches had been placed, his finger rubbing over the blotchy skin of Buck’s birthmark; god he’d wanted to do that for so long.

9. you could be the one that i keep

—It had been three days, three whole days since he’d talked to his best friend; it was worse than any pain he’d ever felt.

10. with the sex so good that i won’t forget it (feelin’ the rush)

—Those blues looked down to him then, Eddie seeing the sadness behind the rage.

i’m sure everyone’s been tagged by now but incase you haven’t and wanna do it, i’ll tag @swiftiediaz @mansikkaomenabanaani @confetti-cupcake @justsmilestuffhappens @honestlydarkprincess @zainclaw @loveyourownsmiilee @djdangerlove and anyone else who sees this and wants to share <3

[firstdegreefangirl]

One Line, Any Fic

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @katries! And in the true spirit of overengineering things, I used a random number generator so I didn't have to pick the fics myself. Here goes, in no particular order!

The Great Christmas Glitter War of 2020 "You know it's your hoodie, right?" He settles for shouting down the hall as he carefully shakes his feet loose enough that he can step back over to the closet. He pulls another of Eddie's hoodies from its hanger and tosses it over to the bed, holding his breath that the throw doesn't fall short and land in the glitter pile. "Eddie! Eddie, this is yours, you know that right?"

One Good Time At A Time "I don't think I could tell you what a properly formed prefrontal cortex looks like, but I'm sure you've got one."

Skinned Knees and Booboo Kisses "Daddy's busy," Lucy tries again. "He's helping make the bad guys go away." "No!"

He's a Star AND an Angel He's a handsome boy, Tim has to admit. But he is not cute.

I've Got Some Oceanfront Property in Arizona And if Buck believes that Eddie would do that, then maybe he should look into buying a bridge on Jupiter.

5,578 Miles (to get back to you) Maybe he's less charming than he'd thought, and the discount was just because of the mysterious stains on the carpeting.

I Wanna Introduce You to my Kinfolk "We're off to a great start. My dad thinks this is a sex trip, and I still have to worry about making a good impression on your parents.

Scrambled Eggs at 1 a.m. All Tim wants is for Lucy to feel like she can make herself at home with him, take up space in his bed, fix something to eat when she's hungry.

The Weight of the World Gets Pretty Heavy "Hey, ain't never had a player who wasn't always welcome back on my teams. Well, except Alex Tiffens, back at Wichita State, but as long as you refrain from leaving a whoopee cushion full of dog doo-doo underneath my desk chair, you'll be fine, Jamie.

Ticket to LA Maybe in another lifetime it could have been Buck. If they'd have met sooner. Or later. Or not riding out a thunderstorm at JFK.

I'll tag @toews-a-peek, @wanna-be-bold, @ellitheria, @tawaifeddiediaz, and anyone else who wants to play along!

[megslovesbooks]

One Line Any Fic

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag you’re it! 

Tagged by @spotsandsocks, @elvensorceress, and @thekristen999! Thanks beloveds!

my heart gets lost (like a message)

“I missed a lot of this.” Eddie says, turning his attention to where Jee’s fingers have found the chain of his St. Christopher medal.

“When Chris was little I was halfway around the world for most of it.” he continues, gently untangling her fist from the necklace. “I told myself it was the only way I could provide for my family, and maybe that was true. But…” He trails off with a sigh. “I missed so much. I can’t get that back.” He looks up, meets Chimney’s gaze.

“Talk to me Chim.”

calling out a mayday (is anybody there?)

“God. Eddie.” He breaths, clutching the sooty bomber jacket in his hands so tight his fingers start to go numb. He’s shaking so hard he’s not sure how he’s still standing. Eddie is shaking too, and for a moment cold fear spikes through Buck’s chest. He tries to pull away, afraid that something is really wrong after all, but Eddie refuses to loosen his grip. The shuddering in his shoulders increases and he hides his face against Buck’s neck. That’s when Buck realizes. Eddie isn’t crying.

He’s laughing.

the beating of our hearts (is the only sound)

“Eddie.” Buck sighs, “I want to be here.” And there’s something so tender in his expression that Eddie feels his breath stutter in his chest. Behind him the heart monitor makes an unhappy wail as his pulse picks up. There’s no mistaking the sound of smothered amusement coming from the corner of the room this time but Eddie can’t take time to glare in its direction because Buck has zeroed in on the traitorous machine hanging above Eddie’s head (like the sword of fucking Damocles).

i'll be there in the summer ('cause you're heart isn't safe)

“What’s going on kid?” He asks, “Are you hurt?”

“No. No I’m ok.” He says, and while Bobby suspects ok might be a stretch, he’s sounding better than he was. “I uh, I need to take tomorrow off, maybe Thursday too. I’m sorry, I know it's late notice, but I–I need–” He trails off again and Bobby shoots his wife a look.

“Where are you Buck?” Bobby asks, “Do I need to come get you?”

“No.” Buck says, “No, I’m at Eddie’s.” And oh. Oh fuck.

“Is Eddie ok?” It's the question he has to ask, but it's the one he absolutely doesn't want to hear the answer to because he already knows–

“Uh. No.” Buck’s voice is thick and Bobby is shoving his feet into shoes before he even has time to think.

Dreamin' of the West Coast

On stage Evan Buckley exudes a sexy ‘boy next door’ sort of charm, playing into it by making his bandmates laugh in the middle of musical breaks (much to the fond exasperation of Hen, who is most often with in line of sight whenever the camera is trained on him), and his easy banter with the audience that always somehow seems smooth as glass and totally natural at the same time. Eddie had watched a handful of interviews early this morning when he couldn’t sleep, trying to get a feel for how the band interacted, and even off stage Evan had always seemed to be the social center of the group, his laugh warm and his expression open. And yes, Eddie's noticed the square line of his jaw, the bright blue of his eyes, the distinctive birthmark splashed over one eye. But seeing that on his 13 inch computer screen is a far cry from seeing it in person, and for one horrible second Eddie is sure he’s about to do something stupid like reach out and run his fingers over the arch of Evan’s brow. He could do it. He’d get kicked out of the theater and maybe arrested, but he could do it. It's a little bit like seeing a master painting in person for the first time. Eddie finds himself bowled over by the sheer aesthetics of it all.

crash (into me)

Buck is—fine. He’s rising to his feet, his eyes wide but a slightly hysterical laugh twisting his mouth up at the corners.

“Woah!” He says, grinning as he tries to dust some of the rain water off his turnouts, an unconscious gesture to steady his own nerves. “That was close huh?”

The man behind the wheel is yelling now. Somehow Bobby has materialized beside the driver’s side window and is speaking in a voice so normal Eddie can’t even begin to comprehend what is being said.

One of the most common injuries when a pedestrian is struck by a car is pelvic fractures. Shannon’s had been broken in six places. It would be impossible for a victim with that kind of structural damage to be standing, let alone heaving a bike up off the ground from where it must have toppled. The bike should have absorbed some of the impact, it might have even twisted itself around the body of the person who had been struck. That’s odd. He doesn’t have the stats on that.

disgrace, give me a break (trying to die happy someday)

“Eat that,” Eddie says, settling into the seat just around the corner of the bar. “Then you can go to bed.”

“Probably shouldn’t have had all that coffee.” Buck says, the first bite of soft bread and savory cheese reminding him exactly how long its been since he last ate.

“Please.” scoffs Eddie, “Like I would give you caffeine right now.” Buck eyes the coffee cup with an offended pout.

“I could taste it was off.” he says, and Eddie rolls his eyes fondly and pushes away from the counter.

“Sure you did bud.”

i accepted i need you now (i need you now)

“That’s it.” Someone is saying, there are still hands on his back, others on his heaving ribs trying to help him force up all the gunk he’s just swallowed. “Get it all up Eddie, you’re ok.” It's another full minute before he can even think about doing anything but choke, but at last it feels like he’s gotten most of the water out, even if his stomach is churning and his lungs feel like they’re full of glass. The rest of him is going pleasantly numb, which a distant part of him knows is probably not great. He tries to sit back on his heels, wants to reassure the anxious hands still solid on his back that he’s ok, just waterlogged, but he can’t seem to make his body behave. When he tips sideways there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

do you wanna die alone (or watch it all burn down together)

That little speck, the tiny seed of hope and want and Buck…had blossomed. He’s been tending it for a while now, quietly content to run his fingers over the delicate green shoots and pale petals in the still hours of the night. And it had felt like enough, it really had. To know he can love, that he’s still capable of something he’d once thought lost to him, that he is loved, whatever that love might look like, whatever shape it takes. He has loved Buck since he brought Carla into Eddie and Christopher’s lives. He has been in love with Buck since that quiet Tuesday in May when they were decorating the living room for Chris’s birthday party and Buck had glanced up at him over a tangle of stars and planets garland and Eddie had felt the entire world shift on its axis.

the subtle grace of gravity (the heavy weight of stone)

The sky is dark now, the dim crimson light of the fully eclipsed moon just a smudge against the sky, too weak to compete with the ever present lights of the city. Eddie shivers despite the warmth of the night air.

Behind him the screen door clicks softly shut.

“Hey.” Buck says, sliding into the space beside him, he smells like the ginger body wash he keeps in their shared locker at work. Eddie wants to turn to him, wants to see his face, to kiss the soft skin of his cheek, but he can’t seem to pull his eyes away from the place where the last sliver of golden light has winked out. Not forever, he tries to remind himself, not for good. He feels heavy and afraid.

These are laughably not one line. I'll tag @onward--upward, @ajunerose, @confetti-cupcake, @messyhairdiaz, @gaydisasterdiaz, and @djdangerlove. Forgive me if you've already done this, I'm so behind on my dash!

[thelikesofus]

One Line, Any Fic

Tagged by the massively incredible @monsterrae1 and @jacksadventuresinwriting ✨✨

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people

“That’s what I said! He just expected him to show up at his house,” Karen exclaims then turns to look back at Hen. “Also, did you know that Buck has been sleeping at Eddie’s house for a week, and not on the couch either?”

Wine (Whine) AO3

Eddie didn’t actually ask for his help, he was merely making conversation. He probably means that he is thinking of doing it with Chris himself, just the two of them. That would make sense, it would be a fun bonding activity for him and Chris to work on together and he specifically mentioned that the kid and his Dad built the treehouse in the article. There is no Buck in that equation. 

Words Fall Short (Tongue Tied and Lonely) AO3

Eddie halts in his protesting to turn a confused expression up at Buck. Buck reaches out and grabs Eddie by the wrist, pulling him in against his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist in one swift motion.

In Every Incarnation (I'd Love You) AO3

"Eddie. It's fine." Still, he lets him hold his chin as he checks both of Buck's eyes and the already forming bruise. He must have given himself quite the knock on the way down. 

we all fall (down) AO3

Eddie's heart is thumping in his chest, but it's not a panic attack he realizes, it's excitement. He wants this, he wants everything with Buck and in his hands, he holds the final piece of the puzzle.

To Have And To Hold (What's Mine Is Yours) AO3

"Oh, babe," Buck laughs, his hand now pressed against his chest as if Eddie's rejection had physically wounded him. "I am hurt." 

Everything Is Going Wrong (But We're So Happy) AO3

“Eddie? Come on, can you hear me? Eds?”

if i need to rearrange my particles i will for you AO3

Buck looks back up at him and his entire person crumbles in an instant as he falls against Eddie’s chest and buries his face in Eddie’s neck. His shoulders shake with sharp gasps as sobs wrack his body and Eddie can do nothing but wrap his arms around him and hold him up as Buck clings to him.

As It Slips Through Your Fingers AO3

“Buck, there is no way you could have known there was going to be a tsunami. You wouldn’t blame any of the other parents who were at the pier with their kids today?”

i’m so glad i get to hold you AO3

“Dental hygiene is no joke, Eds.” He says sternly when Eddie starts laughing at him.

Kiss You Again (And One For The Road) AO3

No pressure to play, but tagging: @thosetwofirefighters @two-cut-lines @bekkachaos @swiftiediaz @gayedmundodiaz @gaydisasterdiaz @spotsandsocks @rewritetheending @rogerzsteven @dickley-buddie

[monsterrae1]

One Line, Any Fic

I was tagged by @katries while i was away and I'm finally getting around to do it!

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people

You're not my homeland anymore (so who am i defending now)

[AO3]

“I don’t think that’s fair, going out with someone else while I’m clearly still in love with Eddie”

Tis the damn season [AO3]

“You deserve someone who can hold you every night, and watch you burn toast each morning” Buck smiled “I want it to be me, I do, but all I’ve ever known is here in Texas, it’s not easy to leave it all behind”

Don't let go now (somebody is lying) [AO3]

Which brought him to last week, when Eddie nearly died in the well and he completely lost it in front of everyone, and even worse, made the national news, again, while screaming Eddie’s name and throwing himself at the mud, devasted and heartbroken, refusing to accept that he was gone.

Eddie Diaz discovers the secrets of the universe [AO3]

Had he been healed at all? Or had all the hurt just lingered?

The 118 Protection Program [AO3]

“You don’t have to thank me for that, I don’t mind” He shrugged, Buck smiled shyly “It was a travesty that you hadn’t seen Back to the Future, man” Buck chuckled, and Eddie felt a warmth expand through his chest at the sound, feeling proud that he could get Buck to laugh after his rough nights, part of him never wanted to stop listening to Buck laugh, but that was too dangerous of a thought and he was quick to shoot it down.

Just between us (did the love affair maim you too?) [AO3]

A son. Eddie had a son, and probably a wife, he had a life outside of the fire station, he had a family, Buck had been a fool for thinking the universe would give him Eddie back.

What we had (sad, beautiful, tragic love affair) [AO3]

Pepa hummed, walking to stand next to Eddie and putting a hand on his forearm to stop him from taking the next pile of Tupperware “Eddie, you know we wouldn’t judge you right? If you and Buck were together” Eddie froze, eyes wide open and heart beating a mile per minute “We’ve seen the way you look at each other”

You were the only safe heaven I've known [AO3]

“Buck, baby” Eddie said from behind him, he was already dressed for bed, soft looking worn out shorts and tank top, Buck wanted to crawl into his arms and don’t worry about anything anymore “Come to bed, if anything happens the wards will let us know”

Be still my foolish heart [AO3]

Once he was caffeinated, he realized he was still covered in flour and powdered sugar, and that Buck was a very, very cute guy, a cute guy that might or might not have been flirting with him (he was still learning to read those kinds of signals when it came to guys) a very cute guy that Eddie wasn’t completely opposed to flirt with, once he didn’t look like a complete mess.

I don't wanna wait my whole life through (to say I'm in love with you) [AO3]

“I love you” Eddie said softly “I love you, Buck” He repeated a little louder once he saw the surprised look on Buck’s face, tears gathering on their eyes.

Tagging if they wanna do this: @peaceofficerdiaz @loveyourownsmiilee @jacksadventuresinwriting @spotsandsocks @bekkachaos @the-likesofus @swiftiediaz @lostinabuddiehaze @rogerzsteven @prettyboybuckley @buddierights @imeasyeitherway @elvensorceress @eddiediazisascorpio @dickley-buddie

[jackluvsdaniel]

Tagged by the ever lovely Rae @monsterrae1 💜💜💜

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people

“You have sweater paws right now Eddie. It’s adorable.” Buck laughed as he moved down the hall and back to the kitchen. 

You Can't Stop Missing Me | ao3

And Eddie...Eddie is panicking. He’s leaning on the counter for support and trying to breathe but his mind is spinning. Because how can he ask Buck not to do this? This amazing, generous gift he could be giving these people - if he really wants to do it, can Eddie even try to talk him out of it? Does he have any right to have an opinion here?

Your Heart is the Softest Place | ao3

“This one, dad.  Post this and tell him how much we love him.  Tell him he belongs here, with us.  And tell him we want to keep him forever.  I know he’ll say yes.” Chris beamed at him and handed the phone back.

Dear Instagram, I'm In Love With A Boy | ao3

“Eds, you’re the best man I know, and I adore the shit out of you. If you need reassurance from me, I’m happy to give it to you. I could create an entire PowerPoint with examples and photo evidence of all the reasons I love you.”

Because, Eddie | ao3

Eddie’s face was a little thundercloud, his pout so much like Christopher’s that Buck’s chest ached with fondness. God, he loved these two so much. They were making him stupid with it, honestly.  

Heavy On Your Love | ao3

“Right,” Bobby said. “Remind me, Eddie. Does Buck drink black coffee?”  

Good Heart, Soft Touch | ao3

"Ah, are we finally acknowledging the huge pink elephant in the firehouse?" Chim asks.

Such A Silly Game We Play | ao3

As he knelt to hug the boy, he shot a skeptical look at Eddie. “Spaghetti, huh? Are you helping your dad, little man?  Showing him how it’s done?  Or should I order take out now?”

It'll Leave You Breathless | ao3

“What did the tree wear to the pool party?” Chris asks. After a few seconds, he can’t contain his giggles as he shouts out “SWIMMING TRUNKS!”

Into the Wind You Go | ao3

Hen looked at him in disbelief. “What...exactly is zoo domination?”

Beautiful Rhythyms | ao3

No pressure to play, but tagging: @lostinabuddiehaze @thekristen999 @the-likesofus @mansikkaomenabanaani @dickley-buddie @gayhoediaz @loveyourownsmiilee @blaidddrwg1982 @finduilasclln @elvensorceress @capseycartwright

[evilovesyou]

ONE LINE, ANY FIC

The lovely @haztobegood @kingsofeverything and @justalarryblog tagged me to do this. Thank you!

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

🐕 whatever you feel like doing in this moment (1.9k | Larry | improv actors)

“I saw you pee with your leg raised up like you’re a dog.”

🎸 they’re laughin’ and drinkin’ and havin’ a party (4.2k | Larry | Hurt/Comfort)

It took him a while to realize that the melody he was hearing wasn’t what Harry was drumming out on his skin, but what Niall had started strumming on his guitar.

🏞 across the river is where my heart is (8.1k | Larry | girl!direction revolution au)

She would later come to think of it like a muscle: her justice muscle, that had been pulled and beaten into a mold that it couldn’t fit and was so sore that she couldn’t ignore it anymore.

📖 The Journal (13.9k | Larry | magic soulmates au)

“If you were born a hundred years after this was written, how did you write it?” Liam asked, confusion shown plainly in the way his eyes were slightly squinted, in the creasing of his forehead and the tilt of his mouth. 

🍎 Must be the Season of the Witch (14.5k | Larry | girl!direction witch au)

“I made an apple. How sick is that?”

💋 starin' back from the lookin' glass (there stood a woman where a half-grown boy had stood) (23.7k | Larry | trans/genderfluid Harry)

“Kiss me,” she whispered, because if she was going to have to let this man go, then she couldn’t without at least giving him her first real kiss. The first one she actually meant.

🌸 Lies & Liability (34.3k | Larry | regency ABO)

Harry could not help himself, he freed his hands and leaned over to hug his saviour and be enveloped in that wonderful scent of cinnamon and sandalwood with that touch of magnolias.

🏈 But I’m the Quarterback (51.9k | Larry | but i’m a cheerleader au)

“I’m not supposed to like you,” Harry said, tears welling up in his eyes again, threatening to drown him. 

❄️ like cranberries on a winter evening (57.7k | Larry, Lewis/Niall, Ziam | advent fic)

”…Everybody knows when you eat the nose of somebody who is fun, you temporarily gain their abilities,” Harry pointed out.

🧛 From What I've Tasted of Desire (71.5k | Larry | twilight au)

“It’s not my fault you look ridiculously attractive right now,” Harry whispered, shrugging slightly and reaching out to brush a strand of hair off of Louis’ forehead with a lightning-fast motion.

This was a lot of fun! I'll tag @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @lululawrence @jacaranda-bloom @fallinglikethis @londonfoginacup @allwaswell16 @hazzabeeforlou and @disgruntledkittenface if you're up for it and haven't done it yet. <3

[disgruntledkittenface]

one line, any fic

thanks @kingsofeverything and @louandhazaf for tagging me! This was fun to do and I loved seeing your answers <3

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people

a bagel for all seasons “Nah, man,” Liam laughs, gesturing for Niall to try again. “Every day is something different, between the business side, the books and all that, and the actual labor of running a farm. It’s just your luck that it’s time to chop wood and not feed the bunnies.”

hold this thread Harry bats his eyelashes, grinning like he knows exactly what Nick is thinking. So far it seems like he usually does.

we should open up (before it’s all too much) They both order white wine and Jade doesn’t let the poor man leave until he understands how exactly how eager they are for their complimentary breadsticks.

i must admit i thought i’d like to make you mind “Lou, this is my mom, Anne,” Harry interjects, throwing a pointed glance at her mother. “She is looking forward to meeting you a normal amount. Right, Mom?”

if you should try to kiss her Nick is just so hot is the thing, and she doesn’t even realize it because kids were mean to her during her awkward phase.

i fell in, i’m falling, i’m for you “Say, H, d’you remember–”

“The time you dressed up as a sexy female secretary? Of course I do, that’s the only time I’ve ever been sexually attracted to a woman. It was very confusing for me.”

this is my jam Harry’s mouth falls open in a moan at the words. No one has ever called him pretty before.

with love on the line Harry’s sweating when he wakes up, sandwiched between his two mates.

i get so lost inside your eyes “It’s just, you look like… that,” Zayn says, gesturing toward the lingerie. “And I’m basically dressed as Chessy from The Parent Trap.”

enough to make a girl blush It takes Louis a minute to answer, a rush of childhood memories running through her mind. Niall had a crush on her. The whole time, she can’t believe it. But maybe… maybe on some level she did know. She always gravitated toward Niall, she always felt safe around her, but she could never explain why. Maybe she had a crush too, even then. Maybe that was why.

I’ll tag @crinkle-eyed-boo @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @homosociallyyours @neondiamond @wabadabadaba @littleroverlouis @brightgolden @absoloutenonsense @comebackassholes and @jacaranda-bloom

[thosetwofirefighters]

One Line, Any Fic

tagged by @the-likesofus because she's amazing!!! thank you bby, i'm so excited to participate in this one! <3 Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people hehe I used a random number generator to pick which fics to use because otherwise, I'd be here all night debating with myself lmao

At this point, Buck is just tired—tired of Snapchat, tired of Eddie and his avoidance, and tired of his stupid dick that still won’t calm down fully. —from The Trials and Errors of Taking Nudes on Snapchat (9-1-1)

Before waiting for an answer, Eddie moves to grab the drawing and remove it from the fridge, ignoring Chris’ protest that “Buck’s heart belongs on the fridge!” —from Misunderstood the Assignment (9-1-1)

Eddie is sitting on an armchair, Buck standing behind it to give him a shoulder massage, something they’d begun to do regularly once Eddie was healed enough from being shot. —from I Told You So (9-1-1)

It’s rare when Eddie decides to be melodramatic, and Hen seems to be riling him up, if the smirk on her face—and the glare on Eddie’s—is anything to go off of. —from How to Cure Boredom: Buckley Edition (9-1-1)

Jess watches them for a moment, a tight feeling forming in her chest at the sight—Lu seems motherly, she realizes, and there’s a look on her face that Jess has never seen before, something in her eyes that she’d never expect to see there. —from Glass (A League of Their Own)

His eyes flit between Buck and Eddie and the closet they just vacated, and he throws up his hands before saying something about keeping it in their pants. —from Can't Help Themselves (9-1-1)

Eddie feels relieved suddenly, and he hadn’t even realized he was stressing about it—about the fact that his best friend could have someone (who isn't him) to send intimate photos to. —from The Trials and Errors of Screenshotting Snapchats (9-1-1)

Chris leans up against the tree, giggling when his dads lie down next to each other, Buck pointing out some clouds and telling them wild stories about whatever he thinks they look like. —from The Most Mature Buckley-Diaz (9-1-1)

“Besides,” Eddie continues, “I also know that it’s a complete myth that holding off on coming does anything to sperm count or motility.” —from Problem Solved (9-1-1)

Buck has always been a romantic, has daydreamed about this—about his wedding—his whole life, but now that it’s here, it’s even better than he ever could’ve imagined. —from Cake on Our Fingers (9-1-1)

okay this was way too much fun!!! i lowkey want to include all of my fics now, but i'm practicing restraint! lol

everyone who i've tagged before or would tag who i know writes is probably already tagged, and i am too anxious rn to tag people who i haven't tagged before, so in lieu of tagging anyone, i am tagging whoever wants to do this too!! and asking y'all to let me know if you want to be tagged in stuff like this from me <3

[beyondxmeasure]

Alright, I’ve been tagged by a few… @onlythebravest @larrysballetslippers @thebreadvansstuff and @larryyouknow

For one line any fic challenge…

Here are mine. In no particular order.

Let Your Heart Be Light

Ginny sits down cautiously, waiting with bated breath for Harry to flip the buckles open to reveal what’s inside.

Lazy Days and Pancakes For Two

To someone else, it might smell like dirty laundry, but to Harry, throwing on a hoodie that’s one size too small with a lingering scent of fresh linen dryer sheets muddled with a mixture of weed and tobacco smoke feels like home.

I Gave Up Hope and Found You Instead

But the time he’s spent with Louis has finally brought Harry out of his shell, made him feel like who he was meant to be.

I Was Born Like This, Don’t Even Gotta Try

Long brown curls cascade over Harry’s shoulders in front of him as he looks on, staring down at his man before him, eager to follow through with his promise.

A Simple Twisted Fate

Harry’s brow furrows and his eyes dart furtively, whiplash from Louis’ candor evident all over his face.

Just A Little Taste Before I Go

So much for that promise, but Louis couldn’t be bothered to care now.

Climbing The Swells

It was a delicate dance to learn how to ride through her current and not get swept up beneath it, and he was happy to just be along for the ride.

I Know You Rider (Gonna Miss Me When I’m Gone)

If only he’d turn around and shut his mouth, then this line would move faster and Louis would be on the other side of this nightmare. Instead, Chatty Chad in the Jesus joggers offers up lame knock-knock jokes to everyone nearby.

Freedom Always Comes With A Price

There's only the length of one sofa cushion between them, but they are miles apart.

Longing Like a Searchlight

There were many laughs, happy tears and a few bittersweet ones, but everyone went to bed full of Nan’s delicious pie, happy memories and grateful to be together again.

Tagging @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @alwaysxlarrie @wabadabadaba @jaerie @hazzabeeforlou @berzerkshires @lululawrence @allwaswell16 @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf

[larryficwriter]

one line, any fic

Hiiiii, I was tagged by @kingonafiftymetreroad and @thebreadvansstuff to do the one line, any fic challenge. Sooo, here we go.

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people

Never Understood What Love Was Really Like (But I Felt it for the First Time Looking in Your Eyes)  E, 37k

“Louis,” he looks to him, almost frantic with pleasure, and Louis sees his entire world.

“I know,” Louis says, literally feeling every emotion of Harry’s running through his veins. Their eyes lock as they both share this moment. “Me too.”

The connection he feels with Harry goes beyond what any words could describe. Laying there, locking eyes with Harry, who is all wide-eyed and beautiful, while they’re bound together - Louis has never felt anything like it. It’s like they’re no longer two separate people, like he doesn’t know where Harry ends and he begins.

Unwrap My Heart E, 15k

Harry started calling him Sweet after he discovered that Louis listened to Sweet Creature on repeat so much that it’s his top song of the year. It makes Louis’ heart do backflips every time. He has to press the side of his face into the pillows to hide his giddy smile.

Cure the Loneliness E, 14k

Harry rolls over and checks the time, 3:46 am. He should be sleeping. But all he can think about is how awry his life has gone. Yeah, sure, there are parts of his life that he knows he’s been blessed with. The fact that he made it, truly made it, in a career that rarely anyone does - it’s a miracle. He looks around at his empty, dark room. What good are miracles if you have no one to share it with?

You are the Lyrics E, 5k

Harry holds Louis’ wrist still. Even from his obstructed view of Louis, half of Harry’s face still smashed into their bed, he can see the look of confusion on Louis’ face. He gives Louis the best smirk that he can in the situation, and then he literally starts riding Louis’ hand.

Like Snowflakes G, 4k

Silence. Louis can’t quite place the look on his face. He’s momentarily distracted by the fact that snow has started to fall and he watches as tiny flakes start to waft peacefully around them. Some land on his hair, the white creating a stark contrast with the chocolate brown of Harry’s hair. When a single flake makes its home on Harry’s cheek, Louis’ first reaction is to swipe it off with his thumb and right when their eyes meet, words are spilling out of Louis’ mouth.

Til My Voice Breaks, Baby I Love You E, 23k

Louis looks at Harry, feeling emotional and vulnerable and he wants to say it. He wants to tell Harry. He opens his mouth and the tiniest “I” comes out. Harry didn’t even hear it.

Only You, Always E, 5k

“Babe,” Harry whispers, biting on Louis’ earlobe to regain Louis’ attention. “Hope you’re ready for round two.”

All My Senses Come To Life (Cause You’re The Only One) E, 20k

“I’m fine. The room’s stopped spinning. C’mon, don’t stall. Did you not like the kiss? Because it’s okay if you didn’t.”

“I liked it. You got weird.” Louis says, scratching at the 28 on his knuckles.

“You got weird!” Harry insists. “Oh my god. Are we freaking out over nothing?”

Dear Blue E, 9k

‘Blue,

Why? There’s so much I want to write to describe what I feel for you. Valentine’s Day is supposed to be special. I’m beginning to think it’s cursed. You’ve made me cry for a lot of reasons: from laughter mostly, but never like this. I don’t even know what to say to you anymore or even if we’ll be okay anymore. Happy fucking Valentine’s Day.

p.s. The first card contained a poem that I wasted my time writing about you. Fuck off.

Green’

A Beautiful Start to a Lifelong Love Letter E, 3k

There’s this peaceful sort of quiet. Somewhere down the hallway, someone is already experiencing their first college party judging by the quieted bass thumping. Simon stares at Bram’s bookshelf and smiles to himself. He should have known that the guy who calls him cute and grammatical would decide to be an English major. The streetlight casts just a small amount of light into their room, illuminating Bram’s sleek, toned calves. 

As with my last writing related post, I don’t have many writer friends and the ones I do have already tagged me. If you want to participate, please do! 

[onward--upward]

One Line Any Fic

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag you’re it!

Thank you to @megslovesbooks for the tag 💗 sorry i’m doing this in the middle of the night yall lmao

baby, come make me alright (9-1-1)

“How are you feeling?”

“Great,” Buck says absently, rubbing Chris’s back. “Or – I mean, not great,” he amends, under the fire of Eddie’s glare. “But fine. Good, even, considering the circumstances!”

like calls to like (The Old Guard)

And when he does meet Yusuf on the field again, the mess of emotion that flares in his stomach is as startling as it is unwelcome. It’s tangled and snarled and wholly complicated, but there is one thing that rises to the top: he does not want to kill him again, even once, even if he knows he will get right up again.

steppin’ into fate (9-1-1)

“You’re very bouncy,” Eddie tells him, smiling. The energy really is electric: if Eddie was the type to jump like this, he probably would.

“Can’t help it!” Buck yells, and Eddie laughs, jostling Buck when he sways towards him, right in his space.

is this body even mine? (9-1-1)

It’s a disconcerting feeling, he thinks, as he sits in the driver’s seat of his truck, watching his hands tremble against the steering wheel. It’s disconcerting, watching his body rebel against his control.

build my kingdom in the dark (Roswell New Mexico)

They eat cross-legged on Michael’s shitty twin bed, the massive spread of takeout between them. It’s the easiest things have ever been between them, grinning at each other over Michael’s shitty plaid bedspread, the steady drumbeat of the rain pressing in around them, a cozy background track.

this is worth everything to me (9-1-1)

It’s a lot, and Buck has been wading through his feelings for Eddie for a while now, has tried to be good about drawing his own boundaries and not taking advantage of the best friendship he’s ever had. But Eddie’s voice, saying the words your husband… it’s kind of undoing him at the seams.

let the waves crash down (pull you under) (9-1-1)

And then he’s ducking with a yelp, barely avoiding the baseball bat aimed at his skull. Eddie is at the other end of it, eyes wild, hair sticking up in every direction, and that had been a hell of a swing.

and the sun shall rise again (Red White & Royal Blue)

Alex stirs sleepily under his fingertips. “Morning, sweetheart,” he grumbles into his pillow, and Henry’s heart soars with wonder, even now, after all these months.

crack my ribs and make me whole (9-1-1)

It just – it makes him feel a little bit raw. Because in his mind, the Evan that he was and the Buck that he is don’t really feel like the same person. And every time Eddie – the fucking love of his life, Eddie – every time he calls him Evan, he gets reminded that he is the same person. That Evan is still there, and he can’t escape him.

stitch my soul (9-1-1)

Eddie leans back into the touch. For a moment, he imagines turning into Buck’s warmth like a sunflower towards the sun, imagines tucking his face into the crook of Buck’s neck and melting into his arms. But – no. He can’t do this to himself again.

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not sure who’s been tagged for this so far!! but i tag: @lostinabuddiehaze @hetrez @eusuntgratie @jacksadventuresinwriting if any of you guys want!! mwah mwah 💗

[finduilasclln]

one line, any fic

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people

I was tagged by @jacksadventuresinwriting and @littlespoonevan. Thank you!

But if he did, I'd feel the same | Buddie

“But your heart is big, Chris, it’s so big and I know that you can love Buck as much as you possibly can and there’s still always going to be enough room for me and Mom, right?” Eddie says, hoping that he’s explaining this right. The last thing that he would ever want is for his kid to feel guilty about loving someone.

pieces of me (are pieces of you) | Buddie

“Just go already!” Eddie says, giving Buck’s arm another push, “Just fucking go!” 

“No,” Buck growls stubbornly, and he actually has the audacity to shove back against Eddie. Eddie would be proud if he wasn’t so desperate to get Buck out of there. 

I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be (Right in front of me) | Buddie

“We are definitely doing that again, because seeing and especially hearing you come apart like this is ridiculously hot,” Eddie says, his knuckles brushing over Buck’s skin lightly. 

Five times Buck is Eddie’s co-parent + One time he is Eddie’s everything | Buddie

“Buck,” Eddie says, his hand reaching out to cover Buck’s. He waits until Buck’s eyes meet his own before continuing, “Not only are you enough, you are the one I choose. I am talking about raising my kid, the most precious person in the world to me, my everything. With Shannon gone - ” He swallows hard. Of course there was Shannon. Despite everything that happened, Shannon was his mother and she loved Christopher more than anything in the world, was good for Christopher, and of course Eddie wishes that she could have been there for Christopher for so many more years. “For me, for Christopher…” Eddie goes on, “There’s only you and me.” 

You Hold In You What I Had Lost | Stony

Steve wakes up before Tony’s lips find his. He doesn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. He groans in frustration as he gets up out of bed and goes through his morning routine. He hopes maybe a cup of coffee will help him shake things off, but of course he stumbles onto Tony, Clint, and Natasha in the communal kitchen.

I'll be home at last | SamBucky

Another shrug. “I know that…” Bucky tries to steady his voice as he stares down at his arm. It’s not even the arm that bothers him the most but it’s the only thing that’s visible, like a giant advertisement to show to the world all the things that have happened to him. All the ways he’s not entirely like everyone else. “With everything they did, I know I’m not exactly… normal. But - ” 

How To Save A Life | Stony

“Steve?” Tony asks, “I need you to stay awake for me, okay? Can you do that?” 

(Hold me) Until I no longer am who I once was | Hardison/Eliot

“Love works in mysterious ways,” Sophie remarks. 

“That ain’t love,” Hardison says almost automatically, signaling to the bartender to bring him another one of whatever it was that Sophie felt he needed. 

“ That isn’t, no,” Sophie says, an almost amused edge to her voice and it takes Hardison by surprise enough to tear his eyes away from where Eliot is sucking on a pale, smooth neck to look at her. 

Embrace The Fall | WinterIron

“Come on,” Tony says, standing up in front of Bucky. He’s wearing sweats that appear too big and a t-shirt that has holes in it, his hair is rumpled and his feet are bare on Bucky’s bedroom floor and this is a glimpse of what Tony looks like when he’s sleeping and it hurts Bucky almost as much as his arm. He isn’t meant to see this, no matter how much he wants to. “I need my tools,” Tony says, and because Bucky clearly hasn’t moved in an acceptable amount of time, Tony adds, “Can you walk?” 

Perfect Paradise (Staring back at me) | Stony

“Well, I didn’t suspect you’d go as far as an assasination plan or anything,” Tony says, finding his trademark quip again, as he takes a few steps towards his closet to grab something to cover up. Being shirtless around Captain America makes one feel a little bit self-conscious… Though if Tony is understanding this correctly, he might have to get over that? “But I definitely got the feeling that my charming personality was… How shall I put it delicately? Annoying the fuck out of you.” 

Since I'm late in doing this, I'm guessing everyone and their cat have already been tagged for this? If you haven't yet and would like to do it, consider yourself tagged by me!

[claire8216]

One Line, Any Fic

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people!  

Thank you @fandomscraziness22 for the tag! I actually really enjoyed rereading these and being reminded of how much joy they bring me! I’m only doing 6 because that’s how many fics I have on AO3, and I won’t subject any of you to my middle school fics on ff.net 😂

1. “God, there’s so much she wants to ask him. About the infinity necklace she found, about why he’s distancing himself so much from everyone. About why he’s so hot and cold with her. She doesn’t know where to even start.”      -Fire Red and Ocean Blue

2. ““Well,” he says, finally breaking the silence, “if we were a movie, this would be the epitome of a ‘record scratch, freeze frame’ moment.”      -As the World Slowly Crumbles (I’ll Just Turn to Look at You)

3. “So maybe on paper nothing had changed between them in that moment.But that smile, the only real smile he’d seen her give anyone all day, gave him hope that maybe one day, something could.”      -I’m Standing in Your Line (I Do Hope You Have the Time)

4. “It’s hard to explain the silence of a power outage. There’s no far-off hum of air conditioners or furnaces people learn to just tune out over the course of their lifetime, no TV playing so loud it bleeds onto the street. It’s as if the hustle and bustle of a functioning city dies with the power. Like the world has become infinitely silent.”      -We Put the World Away

5. “Julie could still hear the chants from their friends in the background, but she wasn’t paying it much mind anymore. Is Luke saying he…wanted to kiss her? That he’d thought about kissing her? But he wanted it to…what? Feel right? Or be the right moment?”      -Something Like That

6. “It was bizarre, Julie thought, how a place could be so familiar yet so unfamiliar all at once. Visually, the studio looked exactly as it had the last time she was in there, not a thing out of place. But it lacked the warmth, the hominess, the happiness her mom had brought to it. Without her standing by Julie’s side the whole room just felt…cold.”      -I Hate the Way I Don’t Hate You 

Tagging @nottheleastbrave @preoccupied-educator @bex2313 @missjoolee and @story-courty and anyone else who would like to participate!

[lhhomefics]

One Line, Any Fic

Thanks to to @uhoh-but-yeah-alright for tagging me in this game. I know it was a while ago, I’ve been procrastinating fic related stuff but I thought I’d catch up on it all today. I really love this idea and seeing everyone’s lines was great so I’m happy to share my own <3

Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people!

Know my worth

Her best friend betrayed her, her girlfriend is hurt by her.

no gettin' through without you

By the time Harry had gotten down from the high - days later and in the arms of another celeb fuckbuddy - and hurried to Nick’s, Nick had been done with him.

Nasha Tera

In a moment reminiscent of the moment two months back on her last night in her old place before she moved, Zayn spins around in the empty place and lets out a happy sigh.

Maybe Tomorrow?

Harry hesitates for a second when he reaches the buttons at his chest, confidence faltering momentarily before unbuttoning the shirt completely.

Bluebirds Fly

Just reaches out to pet Harry's hair and admire the bow holding it back.

Right Now I Can’t See Straight

Too tired to silence her mind, she lets herself stand and stare at the hands sneaking up pink shorts as the short haired woman wearing them stares back at her intently.

Blinding Lights

Her pet almost leans forward as if begging to touch, taste, and be near her favourite place.

Moonstruck

“Hey Lou, will Harry be getting here on his own?” Emma asks, a bit worried as Louis hangs his coat.

Do it now! (baby, just say, "Yes")

But Taylor turns and yells to the crowd “JUST GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS!”

This final one is not really a 1D fic and that’s the only warning I’ll give for it. Its not for everyone and that’s okay but I really wanted to share since its one of the fics I haven’t posted about (for good reason).

Better with you

“Taylor, as in my ex Taylor’s, ex fake boyfriend Harry Styles?!” Dianna prods further.

I think most people have done this so I’m not tagging anyone but if you see this and want to share feel free to do so! <3

[otaku553]

I have an agenda.

Long hair teenage sabo.