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The Balrog's whip-mark across Fingon's face begins to scar in an angry red, and the strained tissue pulls the corner of his mouth up into a perpetual lopsided grin that is odd and out of place on his mutilated, sleeping face.

Maedhros remembers that expression on Fingon's face, the corner of his lip twitching upward - it had been the one he had worn when they had first kissed one silver-treelit evening under the leaves of his grandfather Mahtan's orchard, outside the kitchen windows.

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For the excerpt thing: maybe

“I’m going to say something,” Gansey says. “And I would like you to really try to hear me, and to respond to my actual words, and not your wildest paranoid imaginings of what I could mean. All right?”

Declan is an adult now. He has a job few people his age could understand, let alone handle. He doesn’t allow anyone to speak to him this way. He opens his mouth, but Gansey puts a hand over his clenched fist, which shuts him up pretty easily.  So maybe he’s still that same infatuated adolescent.

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uhhhhh car

this is from the declansey soulmate fic and i may have already posted it but like, i’m not gonna hold myself responsible for keeping track of any of my activities

Declan is coming out of a local coffee shop (support small businesses! even when all you really want is a mediocre drink made quickly and consistently) and Ronan sees him doing it, which means they have to fight about: Declan’s pretensions, where Declan gets off complaining about Ronan’s tattoo when he just paid seven dollars for coffee (it was free, actually, he has a punch card), the gall of him for being alive in general. The fight ends when Gansey reminds Ronan that they have places to be, as if bursting out of a muscle car to pick a fight is a time-wasting diversion on par with too many bathroom breaks. 

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tall

from the de-aging fic

Ten was when Declan hit his first growth spurt, and also when Niall first disappeared for more than three months at a time, so he looms large in Ronan’s recollection of that year. Ronan remembers him seeming really tall and grown-up, but he looks small now, especially with one of his old suits swamping him. 

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Golden

“All I’m saying,” Declan says, sprawled out on the couch in Ronan’s room that he expressly has not been invited to sit on. “All I’m saying is the whole point of this vampire crap, basically the only perk we have, is being really, ridiculously attractive.”

Matthew bounces in, having detected that they’re together with his golden retriever sense for social opportunities. “What about how fast we are? I think that’s fun.”

Declan pats Matthew’s shoulder before making room for him on the couch, which is not his couch. “It is nice.“

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lonely

from the declansey soulmate fic:

“Could one of you please just tell me what’s going on?” Declan asks. But they’ve already lost Matthew, who’s begun to rummage through the kitchen cabinets, which Declan can say for sure don’t contain anything that will appeal to him. Ronan looks like he’s hoping to meld with the couch. ”I have dinner plans, actually, so if we could get to the point in the next three or four hours.”

Matthew laughs like Declan wasn’t trying to be rude, and emerges with a pack of Oreos Declan would have bet his life he didn’t own. “Ronan and I are worried because you haven’t been dating. In high school, you were always dating someone.” Ronan snorts, and Matthew elbows him. “We think you’re lonely.”

Something in Declan’s chest warms and tightens at the same time. “I am not lonely.” He looks directly at Ronan so that what he says next will be as embarrassing as possible. “But it’s cute that you’re worried.” Ronan makes a gagging noise, but it is cute, in a weird, mortifying sort of way. Declan forces himself not to smile, eventually resorting to turning his back entirely and rearranging part of his bookshelf.

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angry anon: okay haha how about "sigh(s/ed)"?

god…. the thing is that i fucking know i overuse the word sigh and i even know i overused it recently, but the only thing coming up when i search is an excerpt from the rule 63 aftg fic i started writing and again didnt change the names on. (as a reminder: i know and i dont wanna hear it)

Once they were making out in an empty stairwell, which was the kind of thing Kevin needed to be too smart for but really apparently wasn’t at all, and Jeremy pulled back all of a sudden, which she did all the time to have these intense but weirdly peppy little talks. That time, she pressed a kiss to Kevin’s cheek and said while staring straight into her eyes, “You matter, you know that?”

And Kevin said, “Duh, I’m the second-ranked college exy player in the country,” which made Jeremy sigh and kiss her other cheek.

“You don’t matter because you play exy,” Jeremy said, soft and slow. “You matter because you’re you.”

Kevin wanted to tell her that that didn’t mean anything, that the concept of a self separate from exy was a fantasy, but it seemed like too much to get into, so instead, she said, “Babe.” Pet names always sounded mocking coming out of her mouth, but Jeremy didn’t seem to mind. “That’s really stupid.”

send me a word and if it features in a wip i’ll post an excerpt

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word: soft?

Rooming with Matthew is like living with a sun lamp you can’t turn off, even when you’re trying to sleep, that consistently forgets to lock the door behind it. So worse, in a lot of ways, than a sun lamp, but better, too, because love makes people stupid and soft. (Declan would like to know what, exactly, Niall’s excuse was, as he didn’t particularly love any of them yet was fatally stupid and soft.)