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[mourntheantagonist]

AO3 First Lines

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3 (Sort by date posted). If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have!

Tagged by @every-dayiwakeup 😘🦶

1. Trigonometry (5/6) — 11.6k

Catching his breath felt like chasing a runaway train—impossible, at least on his own two feet. Fortunately for Steve, he was on his back in a soft warm bed, where if he passed out from a lack of oxygen, at least he wouldn’t hit his head on the way down.

He could feel his heart pounding, hell, he could hear it. It was so loud, so strong, beating through his chest like a parasite trying to escape through his rib cage. His chest heaved, rising and falling without a discernible tempo, chaotic, heavy, labored.

2. Sober Thoughts (1/1) — 3.6k

A silhouette loomed over the area of the quarry. Two, actually. A pair of bodies, similar in size, heads meeting at equal height, tilted down slightly, looking out at the cold mysterious water that rippled beneath them.

Billy sat with his back to the camaro, his blue jeans had grown dusty from old gravel turned to sand. Steve sat to his left in the same position with his back to the beemer. They appeared like figurines on display—unmoving with uncomfortable posture.

3. Cheap Beer, Sticky Floors, and Greek Letters (1/1) — 6.0k

“Could you repeat that for me?” Steve asked in a voice that could only be described as confused, “I’m not sure I heard you correctly.”

He was being sarcastic of course. He heard the trio of brats sitting in the backseat of his car loud and clear. He just wanted to give them a second chance to rethink what they just said.

“We’re going to Theta Chi tonight.” Max said, long spaces in between each word all loud and proud with that smug little grin on her face, visible in Steve’s rear view mirror. Steve had half of a mind to stop the car and tell her to walk the rest of the way to her dorm.

4. Too Much (1/1) — 3.0k

“Sometimes…it’s just too much.”

They were laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, and Billy could just feel the disappointment wafting off of Steve. It had been the second time just that week. They’d be fucking, having a grand old time, and then all of a sudden the bed springs would creak wrong and suddenly Billy was pushing Steve off of him, rolling over, and hiding underneath the covers.

5. Blood Sugar (1/1) — 2.3k

He’d been seeking him out, he could tell.

Steve was very aware of the rustles of the trees outside his house at night. Many times watching the night transition to morning in the quiet calmness on the edge of the woods allowed him plenty of experience with the noises of the dark. He could, with alarming accuracy, identify an animal just by the sounds of their footsteps.

And the footsteps breaking branches in the dirt outside his house at two in the morning…those were distinctly human.

6. Hands Off the Merchandise (1/1) — 3.5k

He found himself always circling back to the little club on fourth avenue every Friday night without fail. It wasn’t even on his route home, but Steve would call it a scenic detour, because in all essence, it was. He’d tell himself, as he put on his signal to move into the turn lane he didn’t belong in, that he just wanted to look through the windows just for a second. Just a peek. Just a glance. He’d lie to himself and say he admired the lights on the sign out front—he didn’t give two shits about the sign out front.

7. I’ll See You Tomorrow Morning (1/1) — 1.8k

It was a day that was many weeks in the making.

As much as they loved their lives—having kids and jobs that they loved—they would be lying if there weren’t some downsides.

One of the biggest downsides; their every conflicting work schedules.

8. Age/Sex/Location (1/1) — 9.1k

Billy had a pretty strict morning schedule. He woke up at the exact same time every day, shooting up out of his bed directly upon the sound of his alarm, scrambling to his feet to begin getting ready for another day at the office. It was his every day, aside from his Sundays off which he usually spent doing all the household chores he hadn’t had time to do over the week. Still, despite days off, his morning routine never changed. Same wake up time, never allowing himself to sleep in, hauling his half-asleep body directly into a cold shower to quickly wake up the other half of him.

9. This Is How I Disappear (1/1) — 2.4k

She didn’t remember the pain, not much of it anyway. She only remembered the fear, the sadness, the gut wrenching feeling as she felt the life slowly get sucked out of her and hearing Lucas’s desperate pleas. She just wanted to reach out and hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay. In reality, she didn’t know if that was true or not, and she didn’t care. She just wanted him to have those short few seconds of comfort, whatever she could offer, for whatever it was worth.

10. Eighteen and Life (1/1) — 4.9k

If he thought about it long enough—something he tried not to do—he knew, at the end of the day, the only person he had to blame was himself. He’d say it to himself, staring up at the bright ceiling of a hospital, that if only he’d known that the horrors of the quaint little town were far worse than its lack of a beach and excessive rain, that he wouldn’t have taken that summer job at the community pool. He would have taken the two grand he had stashed underneath the passenger seat of his car and hightailed it out of Hawkins the very second he turned eighteen. He would have set sail for California, and never looked back.

But that wasn’t what happened.

tagging!! @ihni @magniloquent-raven @platypanthewriter (if you wanna!!) ❤️

[jmr-observingfromafar]

... hello !

i have concluded that i'd like to do a little intro post to cover the basics. (aka i saw other people do it and went "i should do that")

so hello there :)

i go by jmr (pronouns? i hardly know her! any are fine lol), and i'm a person on the internet who likes to make things. (wow how descriptive j anything you'd like to elaborate on?) no. this is my space for incessant ramblings and not much coherence.

i have an instagram, an ao3 account, and now a tumblr (wow!!!)

and i think that's it.

yap to me about Things and Stuff if you are so inclined bc that's super cool i promise im rly nice ok bye :D

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[yeehawpim]

a comic about fix-it fanfics

[bamsara]

"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years

[majoringinsarcasm]

DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON OLD FICS DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON FICS IN A FANDOM THE AUTHOR MAY NO LONGER BE ACTIVE IN. IF THE STORY IS STILL UP LET THEM KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS IT MIGHT JUST BE THE REMINDER THAT MAKES THEIR DAY.

SINCERELY SOMEONE WHO JUST GOT A REPLY THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST

[britishmuffin]

ATLA sketches because I'm deep into it atm 8)

★ patreon || website || twitter ★

[heyybeach]

Growing up is actually just enjoying the exact same things you enjoyed at 14 years old, but in a more gay way

[ashrayus]

absolutely lost it over this fic by @neuro-psyche so. have this comic o(- (

go read it rn if u also love some Good identity reveal fic!!!!

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission

[lokorum]

jon needs a door and i need a fucking break from this weather uhhh

music from the..floor?? ♪┏(・o･)┛♪

[pocket-dragon]

Durge murder aura detected

[arunneronthird]

did u know 9 year old damian was canonly exactly like this

[aakiwa]

So embarrassing but I’m having a zukka moment rn

Also Azula + Sokka bffs bcs if she got the therapy she deserves I’m telling u their brains together wud be unbeatable

(Ugh I keep flipping Sokka’s scars forgive me)

[autumnillustration]

"Perhaps a lesser-known gift of Kenobi's was his ability to listen."

(AU where post-banishment Ahsoka gets zapped back to TPM, strapped with a fundamental distrust of the Jedi, an apocalyptic vision of the future, and a mandate to help Anakin Skywalker. So, in all this, it's nice to have a confidant.)

edit: link to the fic

[morganbritton132]

17 year old, CEO Tim Drake canceling a press conference and then putting out a statement like, “Sorry for canceling last min, Alfred said that he was going to run my laptop through the dishwasher if I didn’t clean my room. I think he’d do it :/. Also, wasn’t really in the mood. Cya -Tim.”