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still right where you left me | pynch (my favourite child)
In that moment, all was quiet. And that’s when Adam knew. He remembers thinking then - maybe it’s not something that can be put into a box, love. It makes him quiet and calm, it makes him loud and fearless. It’s everything and nothing all at once, every good thing in the world mixed with every terrifying thing. It’s being vulnerable and it’s being free. It’s nothing within the comprehension of a human brain, but oh did Adam want to learn.
So, when Ronan uttered his name, “Adam”, in a small, unRonan like voice, as if he was uttering a prayer and not Adam’s unmeaning, unimportant name, Adam had leaned forward and kissed him.
oh brother, when I come to knock on your door | buddie
Maddie stares at them openly, her mouth rounded in a soft O until her vision blurs with tears. She had hoped - god she had hoped - that Evan would find happiness wherever he goes. That was partly the reason she was so insistent to send him far away from Hershey. She wanted him away from Doug, and she wanted him away from the sharp talons of Margaret and Phillip Buckley - but more than all that, she wanted him to be free. And here he is now, a husband and a father, and well. Maddie may have made some bad calls in her life, but Evan was always what she was most proud of. The lovely boy who turned into an even amazing man. She feels like her heart could burst.
this love came back to me | buddie
“I hate it because you’re right. I’m not his dad. I’m not anyone’s dad. That’s Eddie, and he’s such a good one you know? He lives and breathes for that kid, and I could live a hundred lifetimes and never be as good as he is. So why is it that everytime I look at them, I think mine?”
cold sheets, but where’s my love? | pynch (adam-declan in-laws dynamic my beloved)
“You’re not fucking invincible, Parrish,” Declan says angrily. “What will I do if you scry too far and can’t come back? What if whatever the fuck this Lace is finds you in there? What if they can use you to track us here, or even better, directly to Ronan? What am I supposed to do if you fucking die, Parrish? What am I supposed to tell Ronan?” His voice is a whisper as he speaks the next thoughts, ones Adam never wanted voiced. “What do I do if Ronan dies? Matthew dies? What do I have left, then?”
right now (I wish you were here with me) | pynch
The only thing Adam Parrish had which belonged to his own name was his independence, his autonomy, and there was nothing he valued more.
And yet. Yet. With Ronan, it doesn’t feel like he is giving himself up. No - he is giving himself up, but he isn’t losing himself. Loving Ronan feels as charged as making a deal with Cabeswater. It is a constant rustle in his deaf ear, a melodious hum repeating nothing but home, home, home.
say you won’t let go | buddie
“That was you being stupid and reckless and not caring about the consequences of your actions. That was you not accepting that your life matters to other people too! You are so goddamn stuck in the past, you didn’t think about your present. Your future .” They’re standing inches apart now, Eddie’s chest heaving. “What was I supposed to tell Chris if you didn’t make it out, huh? Did you even think about him? Did you think about me? You keep telling me you’re here, but then you keep trying to leave me! So go on, tell me it’s okay. I fucking dare you, Buckley.”
(they won’t hurt you anymore) you can let them go | buddie
“Not my problem? You’re right - it’s not my problem, because Buck isn’t a problem. Buck is kind and selfless, the best goddamn brother and partner and father anyone has ever seen, but he is not a problem.” He spits that last word out as if it tastes poisonous on his tongue. Buck has been called it enough times that the bullets bounce off him now, but Eddie’s tone makes him think maybe he feels the wounds Buck has been telling himself don’t exist in the first place.
in a faith forgotten land | pynch
“ I love you,” he says again, “and I choose you, and goddammit Ronan you know I don’t take that lightly. You are the annoying fucker who risks my life crashing a moving dolly and can’t obey a motherfucking speed limit to save your life and you are the love of my fucking life and you are home. Don’t you get that? You are home, and you are the only damn thing in my life that is real, the only thing that I can’t fake and I love you. So tamquam, Ronan.”
hard for me to go home (be so lonely) | buddie
Buck and Eddie’s relationship had been forged in the fire of a bomb too. Their vow had been cemented in the aftermath of an explosion. Except, Buck was in an explosion again. He was in a car, with a bomb, and he was in there alone. Because of Eddie. Because Eddie had promised to have his back, and he didn’t.
you are not alone | stevetony & irondad
“Don’t get your hopes up, kiddo,” Tony says, “meeting your heroes can be very disappointing.”
Peter looks up at Tony, and maybe for the first time catalogues the hurt on Tony’s face, though Tony made a valiant effort to mask it.
“I don’t know, Mr Stark,” Peter says nonchalantly, looking at Tony through a side glance, “mine turned out pretty great.”
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