#Adam and Kavinsky are such a fun ship

[mychemicalrachel]

prompt 10 with adam x kavinsky could be fun,,,

(This turned out way longer than I intended oops)

For the prompt; you’ve been breaking into my car to sleep at night and I’ve let it slide because it’s been cold out but I have a date and I need you to find somewhere else (fine, go in my house/garage, I don’t care, you’re not messing this date up for me)

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Henrietta didn’t have an autumn. There were the burning days of a seemingly endless summer and then, abrupt and harsh and frigid, winter fell like a bomb. Even though it was only mid-October, there was a chill in the air that crept beneath Adam’s collar no matter how tight he pulled his jacket around himself. The water heater in his apartment was broken– again– and phone calls and texts to his landlord about fixing it had gone unanswered– again. As he hurried across the parking lot to his car, he distracted himself from the cold by daydreaming of the day when he would be able to leave this shitty apartment building behind. If he could afford any place better, he would’ve told his landlord to go fuck himself ten times over. But he was a college student living off of minimum wage working at the campus bookstore in no position to tell anyone to fuck themselves, much less the person in control of his housing. He couldn’t even afford a new jacket, let alone a new apartment.

At the top of his daydream list, right beneath a nice winter jacket and an apartment with hot water, was a new used car. He’d been driving the same shitbox since high school and it had been ramshackle back then. Now it was downright decrepit. The door whined reluctantly when he pulled it open and the engine sputtered angrily, but it worked. It was held together with duct tape and a prayer, but it worked.

Fiddling with the heat, wheezing asthmatically and offering little puffs of cool air, Adam wondered if he needed more duct tape or prayers, or maybe a new blower motor. He closed his eyes and hoped that it would just get him through the winter. If he could make it through winter, he could temporarily go back to biking to work and maybe save up enough money to get the car fixed. He just needed it to get him through the winter…

He tossed his backpack into the backseat and froze when it grunted at him.

Slowly, Adam turned.

Then he screamed.

In the backseat of his car, half hidden under a pair of dirty coveralls and an old moving blanket, was a man. He stirred, frowned at Adam’s backpack, noticed Adam watching horrified from the front seat, and screamed back.

Adam gripped the steering wheel tightly like he could possibly use it as a weapon if it came right down to it. But the man in the backseat didn’t seem like much of a threat, even now that he was awake. He was bone thin, visible because as he sat up and the blanket fell away, Adam could see that he was wearing nothing more than a white muscle shirt. He blinked blearily and pushed a hand through his hair, though it fell back in greasy strands across his eyes a moment later.

Adam had never had it easy growing up, first living with abusive parents and then getting emancipated and working himself into the ground to pay for college and his own place, but he’d also never been homeless. Even in the particularly rough times, he always had his friends to keep him from falling too far. He’d never hit rock bottom, not like this. Not pushed to the point of sleeping in a stranger’s car. Looking at the man in his backseat, Adam’s initial terror slipped into something akin to pity. He brushed that aside that thought– he didn’t like to be pitied and so he would not feel pity for this stranger. Even if he did have dirty clothes and unwashed hair and– fuck, he didn’t even have a jacket.

The stranger picked up Adam’s backpack by the strap. “Dude,” he said, his voice gravely. Adam wondered absently how long it had been since he had something warm to drink, or an actual meal to eat. “Did you throw this at me?”

He hadn’t intentionally, but he probably would have if he had known the stranger was there. Instead, he asked his own question; “What are you doing in my car?”

The stranger shrugged. “It was unlocked.”

“The locks are broken,” Adam said, and shook his head. “That’s not the point! You can’t just break into someone’s car to sleep. That’s illegal.”

The man didn’t seem concerned with the legalities of it. “You actually drive this piece of shit?” He laughed. “I didn’t even know it worked. I thought it was abandoned.”

Something like fury burned away any pity that remained in Adam. He didn’t think this homeless stranger was in any position to be criticizing his car, even if it was objectively a piece of shit. “That’s still illegal,” Adam pointed out.

“Yeah, yeah,” the guy waved him off– literally waved him off, like he was a bothersome fly. “Won’t happen again, I’m leaving.” He climbed over the moving blanket, got his ankle tangled in the coveralls, and pushed the door open. The immediate blast of cold air from outside froze Adam all the way to the core.

He closed his eyes.

He blamed it on his own selfish interest– he couldn’t very well go about his day knowing he had forced a homeless man out onto the street to freeze, he’d feel guilty and it would put him in a bad mood the whole rest of the day– when he said, “Wait.”

The stranger waited.

Adam sighed. “What’s your name?”

“Kavinsky,” the stranger said. It sounded too odd to be a fake name.

He was already running late and he regretted it before he even offered, “Can I drop you off anywhere?”

Outside the car, Kavinsky mulled it over. He thought about it so long that Adam almost took back the offer and left him there to die in the parking lot. But eventually he shut the back door, made his way around the car, and climbed into the passenger’s seat. He fidgeted with the vents, angling up and then down. He didn’t seem to notice the chill as much as Adam did, just playing with the settings on the heater. “You never told me your name,” he said.

Adam pulled out onto the street. “Adam. Stop fucking with that.”

Kavinsky shot him a grin and continued fucking with the heat.

“Where should I take you?” Adam asked. He was having second thoughts already. He hoped wherever Kavinsky wanted to go was close. The sooner Adam could get him out of the car, the sooner he became Not Adam’s Problem.

Kavinsky looked over at him. “I don’t know. Christ, it’s early. Where are you headed?”

“VCU campus,” Adam told him. “I can drop you anywhere between here and there.”

“VCU,” Kavinsky repeated carefully, seeming unfamiliar with the concept. “Sure, okay. VCU it is. Does your radio work?” He didn’t wait for an answer. The radio did work, sometimes, in certain areas, with varying degrees of success. Mostly it was sporadic tunes from different stations overlaid with static. Kavinsky didn’t seem to mind, changing it from one station to another without pause. He fidgeted a lot and Adam found himself wondering if he was on drugs– that probably would have been something to know before he offered to give him a ride. But it was too late now and they were nearly there.

When they finally arrived on campus, Adam was more than ready to part ways and pretend this morning was a lapse in judgment, a near miss, a cautionary tale to remember later. He got his bag from the backseat as Kavinsky got out and patted his pockets. When he retrieved a crumpled pack of cigarettes, Adam was silently grateful he’d at least waited until he got out of the car to smoke. Kavinsky looked around curiously at the buildings, the early risers with early classes bustling half asleep down the sidewalk. “Thanks for the ride,” he said.

“No problem,” Adam lied. “Just– you can’t sleep in my car anymore. This can’t become a habit.”

“No problem,” Kavinsky echoed. His lips curled into a smile around the cigarette. “Won’t happen again. It was a one time thing. Promise.”

It wasn’t a one time thing.

A week after their first encounter, just as Adam was starting to forget it ever happened, it happened again. This time, as Kavinsky roused from the backseat, he didn’t seem as surprised to find Adam as Adam was to find him.

“Oh, hey,” he said. “Morning.”

“No,” Adam shook his head. “No, do not ‘morning’ me! What the actual fuck? What are you doing back there?”

Kavinsky seemed to take this as an invitation to move from the backseat to the front, climbing over the center console to do so. Once he’d settled in the passenger’s seat, he smirked sideways at Adam. “You always get up this early?”

“What are you doing here?” Adam asked.

“I’m sleeping,” Kavinsky said. “I was sleeping. You hit me with your bookbag again.”

“Kavinsky–” Adam said.

Kavinsky smiled. “Adam.”

Adam had a million choice words on the tip of his tongue and half of them were swears, but Kavinsky’s crooked smile and his rough sleep-addled voice brought Adam’s retort to a withering stop. He was wearing the same white muscle shirt, the same faded jeans, all hanging loose off his wirethin frame.

“Are you on drugs?” Adam asked.

Kavinsky’s sharp laugh echoed in the interior of the car. “Sometimes,” he said. “Not right now.”

Adam wasn’t going to judge him. He wasn’t. It wasn’t his place, it wasn’t his business– except it kind of was. It became his business as soon as Kavinsky decided to start sleeping in his car. He started the car without another word and had pulled out onto the main road before he spoke again. “You can’t keep sleeping in my car.”

“How come?”

“Well, because– because it’s…” Adam sputtered for a response, each one dying in his throat. Because it was illegal, but it was only illegal if Adam pressed charges. Because it was unethical, but it was also maybe the safest place Kavinsky could find. He frowned at the road and sighed.

“You got a last name, Adam?” Kavinsky wondered offhandedly.

“That’s personal,” Adam said. “Why would I tell you that?”

“That’s personal,” Kavinsky mocked. “Fuck that, man. I know where you live, I know what you drive, I know where you go to school. But last names are too personal?”

“What about you?” Adam asked.  “Do you have a last name?”

“Kavinsky,” Kavinsky said.

“Kavinsky? Your name is Kavinsky Kavinsky?”

“Wow, pretty and smart.” Kavinsky rolled his eyes. “My last name is Kavinsky, dipshit. Never said it was my first name.”

“So what’s your first name?”

Kavinsky made a sucking noise with his teeth. “I don’t know, Adam. That’s kind of personal.”

Adam could pull over right now. He could leave Kavinsky stranded on the side of the road. Honestly he doubted anyone would blame him.

But Kavinsky just laughed, that chilly sound as before, and said, “Joseph. But nobody calls me that.”

Joseph Kavinsky. If he was to be believed, at least Adam would know who to report to the police if this did end up being a massive mistake. ���Parrish,” he said.

“Adam Parrish,” Kavinsky said.

Adam pretended he didn’t like the way his name sounded in that gravely voice, but if he rolled the memory around in his head afterwards, imagining other ways, other tones, other scenarios that his name would sound in Kavinsky’s mouth, no one had to know.

He started checking in the mornings before he tossed his bag into the backseat. Sometimes Kavinsky would be there, snuggled comfortably among the moving blanket and sometimes the car was empty. Adam didn’t want to admit it, but he started to enjoy the company in the mornings on the drive to school. Kavinsky was brusque and funny in a dry way. Maybe it was vanity, but he thought Kavinsky enjoyed his company, too. He laughed at Adam’s sarcastic comments, filled his quiet mornings with commentary about whatever happened to be on his mind, whether it was criticizing Adam’s car or asking about Adam��s degree.

He never asked where Kavinsky went during the days or where he stayed on the nights he didn’t spend in the backseat of Adam’s car. He convinced himself that it wasn’t any of his concern and, if Kavinsky wanted him to know, he would tell him. For the time being, Adam could offer him the solace of a somewhat warm place to sleep and hope that was enough.

When Blue asked him out, Adam panicked. He knew her from around campus; they had a few classes together, he’d talked to her briefly in the bookstore when she was buying a few used environmental law books. She seemed nice enough, but Adam hadn’t considered dating much since– well, ever. His ten year plan involved meeting someone eventually, after he graduated, after he got a steady job. So when Blue asked him to accompany her to the Christmas tree lighting at the local tree farm, Adam kind of freaked out. It didn’t sound like a real thing and it certainly didn’t sound like somewhere he would take a girl on a first date, but he didn’t have anything better to do so he said yes. When she grinned, touched his arm, and said, “It’s a date!” he knew he had fucked up.

He couldn’t back out without seeming like a jackass, and it wasn’t like he could ghost her because they went to the same school and she was actually kind of cool, even if he didn’t want to date her.

So he would suck it up, suffer through a cold night surrounded by Christmas trees, and at the end of the night he would let her down gently. He could do that. As he walked briskly across the parking lot, he considered what he would say. He’d never broken up with anyone before, and he wasn’t sure what the etiquette was for telling someone you’d rather stay friends after only one date. Shit. He would figure it out. He had to.

It was habit by that point, as he climbed into the car, to look into the backseat. He didn’t expect to find anything, but sure enough, nestled in the blanket, was Kavinsky. He looked different than Adam remembered from the first time, sleeping peacefully. He looked… soft. Relaxed. Adam wondered if that was maybe an effect of the drugs.

“Hey,” Adam whispered loudly. “Kavinsky. Wake up.” He reached back and nudged the blanket. It wiggled as Kavinsky moved.

Blinking slowly, Kavinsky rubbed his eyes. His words slurred together sleepily when he asked, “Is it morning already?”

“No,” Adam said, “it’s like nine PM. But you can’t be here. Not tonight. You have to go.”

“Go?” Kavinsky asked.

“Yes,” Adam said. “Like… get out.”

Humming, Kavinsky closed his eyes and sank down further into his cocoon. “You gonna make me?”

“Kavinsky,” Adam said. “Look, I’ve let this slide but you can’t be here tonight.”

“You got a hot date?”

Adam was glad that it was too dark to see his blush, but Kavinsky must have heard it in his silence.

He shifted, sitting up a little. “Oh, shit, Parrish. For real? Who’s the lucky lady?” He pointedly raised his eyebrows. “Or lad.”

“Lady,” Adam said, then realized Blue would probably hate to be described as a lady, so he corrected, “Girl. Woman.”

Kavinsky seemed wholly amused when he climbed into the front seat. “Where are you taking this lovely girl woman? Are you picking her up? I hear ladies love cars, but this piece of shit might be the exception. If it breaks down, will you let her steer while you push?”

“K,” Adam said. “I don’t have time for this. You have to go.”

“I can stay in the backseat. I’ll be quiet, I promise. Unless,” he looked over at Adam with the shadow of a smile tugging at his lips, “you plan on getting lucky back there.”

“Kavinsky,” Adam snapped.

Kavinsky must have realized he was pushing too far and put his hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, fine. I’ll go.”

“You don’t–” have anywhere else to go. But Adam didn’t say that out loud. Instead, he swore under his breath, checked the time, and said, “You can stay in my apartment tonight.”

Kavinsky’s eyes widened.

Adam interrupted before he could say anything. “One night. That’s it.”

When Kavinsky smiled, it was more than a shadow– it was an entire beam of sunlight. He was quiet as he followed Adam into the building, up the stairs, looking around curiously. Adam expected him to make crude comments about the stains on the floor and the constantly present smell of must in the air, but he said nothing at all. When they reached Adam’s door, his fingers fumbled with the keys in the lock. Once it was open, Adam grabbed Kavinsky and pulled him inside before he could think any better of it.

Kavinsky’s wrist was thin under Adam’s fingers, the kind of frail he remembered being back in high school when he was rationing his own meals. He could feel the thundering of Kavinsky’s pulse echoed in his own.

“There’s food in the fridge,” Adam told him, “and a spare blanket in the closet if you want to sleep.” He paused, and added, “On the couch.”

“You sure about this, Parrish?” Kavinsky asked. He ran his finger along the single small bookshelf Adam owned, perusing the titles of his secondhand books. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you about stranger danger?”

“I don’t know if we’re strangers anymore. You sleep in my car,” Adam said. “You know my name, where I live, where I work, where I go to school.”

It wasn’t lost on him that Kavinsky knew all of that and yet he hardly knew anything about Kavinsky. All he knew at the moment, all that mattered, was that Kavinsky was homeless, he was cold, he was tired, and he needed help. Adam didn’t have much, but he was going to offer what he could.

“Just don’t break anything,” Adam said. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Kavinsky hummed, plucking a book off the shelf. Adam wondered if he could even read and then chastised himself because of course Kavinsky could probably read. He had already kicked his shoes off and was settling down on the couch before Adam was out the door.

The date with Blue was worse than Adam imagined. It was cold and his jacket was too thin to keep out the chill, his fingers were practically numb by the time the tree lighting even happened and that itself was entirely underwhelming. Blue talked about her family and her major and pointed out the different types of trees to Adam, but Adam couldn’t focus on most of what she was saying. His mind kept wandering back to Kavinsky.

It was probably a mistake to leave Kavinsky in his apartment alone. He kept imagining the horrible things Kavinsky was doing– setting the kitchen on fire, eating his entire week’s supply of food, clogging his toilet, annoying his neighbors, using up what meager amount of hot water he had. Maybe Adam would come home and the entire apartment would be emptied out, everything he owned gone. Not that he had much that was worth anything anyway, but what he did have was his and he’d left a complete stranger– a poor homeless, possible drug addict– alone with it all.

When the night was finally over, Adam was practically vibrating with the urgency to get home, to fix whatever mess Kavinsky had left. He drove as fast as his car would let him and took the stairs two at a time up to his floor. When he pushed the door open, bracing himself for the absolute worst, Adam was surprised– shocked– to find Kavinsky exactly where he’d left him. He was halfway through the book he was starting with Adam left, in the same spot curled up on one end of the couch. A pizza box was open next to him, half finished.

Kavinsky looked up when Adam burst in. He used his finger to hold his place and the book in his lap fell shut. “Honey, you’re home. How was your date?”

Adam ignored him. He looked around, closing the door carefully. Everything looked the same, not a dust mote out of place.

Kavinsky noticed his unsubtle once over and barked out a laugh. “I didn’t break anything. I made dinner. Hungry?”

He was, and he tentatively took a piece of pizza from the box. “How did you get this?”

“I ordered it.” Kavinsky looked at him like he was dumb. “I used the phone. They have this cool new thing where you can order food online and someone will bring it to you. Modern technology, man. It’s a motherfucking wonder.”

Adam chewed as it mulled that over. He knew a lot of homeless people had government-provided cell phones and it wasn’t entirely unusual that Kavinsky had enough money for a single pizza. But it still felt weird. He felt like someone had told a joke and he was missing the punchline. He finished his bite and swallowed it down, dry and rough, before he found his voice, breaching the subject he had, for weeks, managed to avoid. “Do you have somewhere to stay?”

“Huh?” Kavinsky looked back up from the book.

“Somewhere to stay,” Adam repeated carefully. He considered the pizza. He knew what it was like to be hungry. When he was a teenager, pizza was a delicacy he couldn’t often afford. “They have shelters, places with heat and beds, somewhere safe you can sleep for a few nights. I can help you find somewhere if you want.”

Kavinsky blinked at him, then blinked again. “Hold the fuck up,” he closed the book again and sat it down in his lap, then folded his hands on top of it. “Parrish, are you talking about a homeless shelter? Like for poor people?”

“Well,” Adam wanted to put it more delicately, but he couldn’t figure out a way. He grimaced. “Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence, a single moment, before Kavinsky laughed, loud and raucous, full and hardy. He sank down into the cushions, tossing his head back to expose the winding veins in his throat.

Now Adam was certain he had missed the punchline.

He waited until Kavinsky calmed down, his laughter tapering into an amused chuckle. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, “do you think I’m homeless?”

Think? “Wait,” Adam said. Looking back on the meager things he knew about Kavinsky, it wasn’t a thought. It was a fact. Kavinsky was homeless. Unless, of course, he wasn’t. “Are you saying you’re not?”

Kavinsky stifled another laugh that came out anyway, sounding like a strangled hyena. “Obviously I’m not fucking homeless.”

Adam’s jaw tightened. He felt suddenly like he was the punchline of this joke and he didn’t like it one bit. “How was that supposed to be obvious? You’ve been sleeping in my car for weeks!”

“It was unlocked,” Kavinsky said.

“The locks are broken!” Adam shouted. “That is not the point! What the hell is wrong with you!?”

“You should really get the locks fixed,” Kavinsky said calmly. “Anyone could just break in.”

When Adam just glared at him, Kavinsky bit down on his smile.

“You seem upset.”

He felt way past upset. He was confused and fuming and embarrassed and he was burning under Kavinsky’s humored gaze. “You have a place to live,” he said, though it came out as more of an accusation than a question.

“Where did you think I was sleeping when I wasn’t in your backseat?”

Probably under a bridge, but Adam didn’t say that because now he clearly knew that was the wrong answer. He asked, “So what was this? Why did you keep breaking into my car?”

“Why did you let me?” Kavinsky challenged.

“Because,” Adam said slowly, making his words very deliberate, “I thought you were homeless.”

Kavinsky pursed his lips. “You let a homeless man with a drug problem sleep in your car and then invited him into your apartment? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Kavinsky–” Adam started, and stopped. “Is that even your real name?”

“Course it is. Why would I lie about that?”

Adam was going to murder him. He was going to strangle him with his bare fucking hands.

Maybe Kavinsky sensed this because he put his hands up, placating, like he was talking to a caged animal. “Okay, okay. Sometimes my parents fight. It’s nice to get out of the house and find some peace and quiet. That’s all.”

“And you decided my backseat was a good place for some peace and quiet?” Adam asked, disbelieving.

Kavinsky shrugged. “The first time was an accident. I really did think the car was abandoned, and I was too wasted to care.”

“But you kept doing it. You could have gotten a hotel room or stayed with a friend or something, right?”

Kavinsky nodded.

“Why did you keep going back to my car?”

“Because,” Kavinsky said and his smile was back, a sparkle gleaming in his eyes, “I realized the guy who owned the car was kind of hot.”

Adam stopped. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, so he closed it again. Kavinsky seemed proud at having rendered him speechless. “You broke into my car,” Adam finally managed, “because you think I’m attractive?”

“Yeah.”

“What the fuck?”

Kavinsky’s grin was sharp and sharklike. “In simple terms; I like you, shitface.”

Adam’s face burned. “Why wouldn’t you just ask me out like a normal person?”

“Well it seemed inappropriate to show up where you lived or worked just to ask you out.”

“And breaking into my car wasn’t inappropriate?”

“You didn’t stop me,” Kavinsky reminded him. “You let me sleep in your car.”

“Because I thought you were homeless! I mean,” Adam gestured at Kavinsky, “you have one shirt and it looks like you haven’t washed your hair in two years.”

“First of all, I have many shirts that all look alike. I’m a very simple person. And second,” Kavinsky said, “that was rude. I have washed my hair like twice in the past year, at least.”

Despite himself, Adam snorted.

Kavinsky smiled. “You never answered my question. How was your date?”

“Terrible.” Adam kicked off his shoes and shoved the pizza box aside so he could sit on the other end of the couch. “She talked about trees the whole time and I was just thinking about you the entire night. Not like– I mean–”

“No, keep going,” Kavinsky insisted. “You thought about me while you were on a date with someone else?”

Adam did his best to glare at him, but it lacked the heat he’d felt before. “I thought about how I was never going to get my security deposit back because I let a homeless drug addict into my apartment.”

“Recovering addict,” Kavinsky corrected. He leaned back and let his head fall to the side, watching Adam curiously, the same curiosity as when he’d been on campus the first time, and when he’d come into Adam’s apartment. A look of genuine awe. “Adam Parrish, I can promise you I have my own car and I live with my parents, but I’m not homeless. I have a part time job and a checking account with real grown-up money in it.”

“K, stop talking,” Adam interrupted, “I’m impressed, okay? Just ask me on a fucking date already.”

“I’ll take you somewhere nice,” Kavinsky grinned, “and I won’t talk about trees at all.” His gaze flicked briefly down to Adam’s mouth and he licked his own bottom lip. “And if the date goes well,” he said, “maybe you can find out what the backseat of my car looks like.”

[sassmar]

What’s your opinion on Ronan/Kavinsky <3

oohhhh my gosh um !! i actually LOVE ronan/kavinsky it's so fun and twisted etc etc etc and also i mean. and the dream thieves just did me IN i cannot believe maggie actually did that like ?? the entire book is basically about ronan realizing/accepting he's gay but like, via joseph kavinsky's tragic unrequited love for him?!????!?!! like in the dream world when ronan is like "there's no one here" and kavinsky is like "just us" OH MY fucking GOD actually it makes me a little insane. but at the same time pynch is like. i ADORE adam parrish so much and ronan has loved him since before he knew anything about adam or even himself (!!!!) and they're these weird psychic/eldritch/otherworldly soulmates and everything about them sorta brings me to tears so. it's a little weird to say i "ship" rovisnky cause ?? i think ppl usually seem to view shipping as an endgame sort of thing?? and like i'm not even mad that kavinsky died honestly i'd think i'd be madder if he DIDNT die bc his death was so perfect and breathtaking and just !! the way that mags wants to you to think he's sort of a shallow dick making homophobic jokes etc and then really it's just that he's head over heels in love with ronan and wants to run away with him and he cant bc ronan IS GAY but STILL doesnt love him back so he actually just DIES ie commits suicide with HIS OWN DREAM creature i !! it's like shakespearean jesus h christ

yeah tl;dr the dream thieves is brilliant and ronan/kavinsky makes me a little insane actually but i am basic and still love endgame pynch most of all <3

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

Fic Writer Interview 💕

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SORRY THIS TOOK ME AN ACTUAL ETERNITY TO POST??? I DIDN"T REALIZE I"D SAVED IT AS A DRAFT INSTEAD OF PUBLISHING IT?!?!?

How many works do you have on AO3?

Tragically, only 4

What's your total AO3 word count?

28,112 - I've only started publishing fic this year do not even come for me *sob emoji*

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Telling Me I Gotta Behave Now (362)

We Can Do This Shit Forever if it's Lust, Yeah (176)

What's a God to a Non-Believer (156)

I'm so Lonely and You're the Only One Who Knows Me (113)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes, yes. I'm still not used to like...people reading or perceiving my work so it can be like...weird and wild and uncomfortable for me to reply to comments because I'm hiding my face behind my hands being like "oh my god you liked my writing?!?!"

I'm working on replying to comments more, but I have the attention span of a gnat and sometimes I forget I even have fics out on the internet. Also once again, being perceived is IN FACT terrible.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

What's a God to a Non-Believer probably? It's not like super angsty but it definitely ends with Charles feeling some type of way (negative), with an implication that Oscar and Lando are going to get in a bit of an argument at the end.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I'm So Lonely, probably. It's not done yet, but it's just Lando and Oscar being incredibly sweet with each other, and trying to figure their shit out. I do have ACTUAL fics that will have like established happy endings as well.

Do you write crossovers?

No, but I do write AU's

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope. People have definitely like...misunderstood parts of what I've written, but never any hate.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes I do write smut, despite the fact that sometimes writing smut is like having my fingernails pulled out because GOOD LORD it's a lot of effort sometimes.

As for what kind of smut I write? Idk I kinda have really only written a lot of relatively rancid smut because like...why not. There's just something to be said for being the worst of yourself and also the best of yourself and figuring all of that out with someone. It's very clear if you read anything of mine that I do love fucking around with power dynamics a bit (a lot), and i absolutely have a freak4freak agenda.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

My friend and I are co-writing a novel (kind of....I don't write anything ever)

What's your all-time favorite ship?

AMELIA why do we have one of the same favourite all-time ships. Veronica and Logan are like...yeah.

But also Ronan/Adam/Kavinsky from The Raven Cycle, or Ronan/Gansey from The Raven Cycle in the past as well.

Now it's probably Lestappen and Landoscar as far as F1 RPF goes

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

UHHHHHHH unfortunately probably the Charlos Divorce Fic mainly because I cannot currently stand to look at Carlos' face right now. Also possibly my weird non-traditional a/b/o Charlos fic again for both similar reasons, and because it came together in a stroke of insanity and I haven't had inspiration since I had to go through the race calendar for the duration of time that they've been teammates to try and figure some stuff out.

What are your writing strengths?

Writing yearning and longing, I think. I find something so incredibly satisfying in writing this like aching longing for someone or something that you might not be able to have, or you can't have for a while. Addressing all those internal feelings that ache deep down.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. LORD HELP ME sometimes I feel like I don't know how to write a single sentence of dialogue because like...how do people talk to each other?

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't really speak any other languages aside from INCREDIBLY basic Canadian french, so I generally try to keep it to like....nicknames or simple phrases so I don't like...embarrass myself.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

F1 RPF? There might be something shoved somewhere far back in the recesses of fanfiction.net about The Mortal Instruments but like.....I wrote one chapter of a fic and never revisited it.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

UHHHHHHH none?

If I went back and re-read the entirety of The Raven Cycle again, I'd probably consider writing something in that universe, but that's a lot of effort.

If I went with ships, I mean...I can't really say I haven't written for certain ships, I just haven't published anything with those ships yet, because I've been struggling with not being able to finish things disease.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

HONESTLY.....I was reading "We Can do This Shit Forever if it's Lust, Yeah" yesterday and like....it's PROBABLY the best piece of writing I have published right now. I do love the threesome fic...IN fact I love the threesome fic dearly but I have trouble looking it in the eye.

Low pressure tagging: @carbonmono,@thelettersfromnoone, @verstappentime, and anyone else who wants to participate. There are some people i'd love to tag but also IT MAKES ME ANXIOUS.

[skunked-up-kicks]

I couldn't finish TRC either! I got as far as BLLB and gave up. I have a hardcover copy of TRK on my shelf that I haven't touched. When I first read TRC, Pynch wasn't canon or anything and I shipped Adansey for the angst lmao not as a long term couple, just for fun. I actually don't like Adam as much in retrospect now. I think a story from Gansey's pov, or more insight into 300 Fox Way from Blue's pov would have encouraged me to get through it. Blue was so close to being good but she was just missing really interesting thoughts in her narration... alternatively The Dream Thieves was SO GOOD it was probably the peak of the series for me, but maybe that's bc I like cars 😭

no but the dream thieves was GOOD. only the car scenes tho. i remember that scene where kavinsky and ronan are like,,, creating things from dreams or whatever and they're just chilling in that place full of car wrecks or whatever? peak content. that scene stuck with me for ages. the scenes with cars had tension

i honestly only rlly want adam pov becuz he works as a mechanic right? i thought that was cool :( gansey would've been cool too, i could've settled for him.

tbh i think reading neil as a narrator ruined other books narration because i can't read aftg without thinking how funny and cute neil is in the way he thinks 💀 my standards are too high now lmao

and blue was (imo) at her best in her interactions with the fox way women, the romance stuff she had with adam/gansey wasn't interesting to me ngl.. i would 100% read adansey fanfics thou lol

[neon-nocte]

Arielle re-reads The Dream Thieves (via audiobook)

I literally don’t care if anyone reads this, it’s fun. Also to set the scene 90% of the time I have been listening to this audiobook I have been playing animal crossing

Declan’s Aglionby dorm door reads “effervescent.” Yes ma’am

Declan pointing a gun at the grey man!! God I am excited for more badass Declan in mister impossible

“Ronan, a sinner himself, wasn’t as struck by the transgression as he was by Gansey’s insistence that they continue to pretend Adam was a saint.” (Ch 3) — and earlier in the chapter, the narration reflected that Ronan’s leather bracelets smelled like gasoline, which Ronan found sexy. I love me some “Ronan Lynch is in love with Adam Parrish” foreshadowing!!!!

Also, just the way Ronan Knows Adam. Adam’s “unknowable” arc, and the above quote, and when Blue says she doesn’t know Adam during their breakup scene, and in TRK when Adam talks to Gansey about his first kiss with Ronan, Gansey says that Adam knows Ronan better but Gansey has known Ronan longer.

“Blue was a fanciful but sensible thing, like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.” (Ch 10) — omfg I cannot believe this quote isn’t more famous in this fandom. I’m obsessed[[more]]

The way that Maura & The Grey Man have instant chemistry... could’ve been Blue & Gansey’s dynamic if she wasn’t so stubbornly “choosing” Adam

The way the Adam-mask-dream scene parallels & foreshadows the Adam-choking-Ronan scene from TRK....

The entirety of 1) Ronan writing on the rock in Cabeswater 2) Ronan dreaming of Adam in the mask and 3) the gang visiting the barns for the first time scenes are soooo good

Gansey in a t-shirt and jeans and both Ronan and Blue are a little ☺️😮 at seeing his collarbones

Ah yes the Classic “Ronan wasn’t a fan of lamps”

How Gansey holding the sleeping mouse reminded Ronan of being at the barns with Matthew as a kid.... Ronan Lynch has 3 brothers and that’s canon 😭

Adam finding the mask in the house at the barns and Ronan knocking it put of his hands, then hating everything about the house and his father and himself. 😭Cant really tell Adam “don’t mess with this particular dream object because it fucked you over in my dream and I can’t stand that because I’m in love with you, which is the whole reason why you were in my dream to begin with.”

Do you ever get that strange sense of deja vu when rereading a book and getting to a scene you don’t remember well until you read it again?

Blue going back & forth on whether Gansey was “oblivious” or “enlightened” during the argument about tarot & religion. I forgot how fun it is to watch Blue’s opinion of Gansey evolve in real time. She wants to hate him, to find him annoying, but he just keeps surprising her

Ronan cracking up at the obvious show of “men being attracted to women” when Adam & Gansey are all awed over Orla during the lake scene always sends me

Some things want to be found. !!!!!!!

I had forgotten that Ronan had dreamed about Adam tracing his tattoo on his bare back with his fingers! Foreshadowing to TRK!!!!

Seeing Adam incredibly nervous for the event with Gansey’s family one moment and then cracking the fuck up at the conversation about the pigeon show with Malory the next moment made me happy!

Mmm Blue admitting to herself that she is crushing on Gansey and NOT on Adam, finally we can get this show on the road. And by show I mean both Bluesey and Pynch

It’s the Blue picturing the dreaming tree vision of kissing Gansey to get in the mood for her kissing practice with Noah for me

The Adam/Blue breakup scene is so fucking iconic... for some reason “it’s not gonna be you” has always been hilarious to me

Adam, honey.... we should all be raging feminists. regardless of whether we are dating blue sargent.

I loveeeeeeeeee the Adam & Persephone dynamic and I’m so excited to see more of it in BLLB even tho :/ happens

I cannot stop myself from grinning like a fool during chapter 50 as Fully Psychic Adam refuses the narrative that his 3-card spread tells and pulls a 4th card. The magician!!! Yes boo!

When Adam asks Persephone if he’s different and she tells him that he already was but not the others won’t be able to stop noticing. Makes me think about Ronan, and how this is really when his & Ronan’s friendship changes, so it’s interesting that this occurs literally the very next scene after Adam’s breakup with blue

Scholar Gansey is my favorite Gansey too Blue

Blue & Gansey’s “let’s just pretend” scene 😭😭😭😭

Blue just trying to remain sensible the one time it actually fucking matters, he’s gonna be dead within the year! But she can’t resist! Because Gansey is canonically her soulmate 😭😭😭

Sometimes I get so into pynch that I forget how fucking tragically beautiful the Bluesey story is. They’re so good I love them so much

If I’m ever in a situation where I’m like “I’m not sure if I’m meant to be with This person or That person” I just need to reread all of the Bluesey scenes in this book for clarity

disregard all of the above my favorite ship in the series is blue Sargent/pink switchblade

“Gansey, who had looked aghast at the idea of the Grey Man having to abandon his books...” (ch 54) — god I love Gansey

Thinking about the TDT Ronan who is just learning how to control what he takes from his dreams vs CDTH Ronan who is like Hennessy’s Dreaming Professor

In other words, Ronan is to Hennessey in CDTH what Persephone is to Adam in TDT/BLLB. Or what Kavinsky is to Ronan minus literally everything about him besides his knowledge of how to dream

I remember when I first read this series I was lowkey shook at the “Ronan’s second secret was Adam” part even though it was obvious by then that Ronan was 1) gay and 2) gay for Adam. But as a lesbian who has been burned by queerbaiting so many times I was like yay! The bar is so low I stg

BLLB is the Book of Pining within the series so that will be extremely fun to listen to

[prophezeiung]

the raven cycle

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you... ( accepting )

the first character i ever fell in love with: my main boy adam parrish.... on every reread since i have realized that he is a lil yikes in the beginning and loses his rights more than once but 17yo me said Ya Me Too every time adam did smt stupid... i am glad we both grew as people tho dkfkjfg

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: hmmm there only person that comes to mind is the gray man and i used to start off neutral towards him... like he’s a good character and antagonist and i respect him, but i’ve come to realize that his plot and the message it sends is just messed up...

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: blue and adam for obvious reasons, their bond is precious to me but nah that wasn’t it

my ultimate favorite character™: joseph kavinsky........ i straight up forgot how much i loved him and then i reread and it hit me all at once... now all i live dream breathe kavinsky it’s really not cute anymore... luna stop projecting on extremely terrible characters challenge but i fail every time..... also ronan lynch and adam parrish obviously

prettiest character: persephone in my head is just.... chef’s kiss..... also adam is straight up a work of art... beautiful man.... and last but not least piper greenmantle... i am so in love with her it hurts op she is straight up HOT

my most hated character: mr :) gray :) i’m sorry i blame this mostly on magpie and how she treats him esp in the context of who-deserves-redemption but yo it straight up sucks all my homies hate the gray man ... niall lynch is also a terrible fucking man i hate him too... also OFC barrington whelk but he is so pathetic and shitty i can’t even waste my energy on hating him you feel me

my OTP: ....... prokovinsky i hope that’s allowed...... also sarchengsey idc what y’all say they are meant to be <3 <3 <3 and pynch ofc !!!!! also? i blame @treppenwitzz​ and @zukunftsvision​? but pynchvinsky is so spicy and i think so much about it, especially with the persephone passage y’all pointed out about the instability of two... the entire series has been about 3s i think both sarchengsey and pynchvinsky are very appropriate

my NOTP: maura and the gr*y m*n pls maura make good choices !!!!!!

favorite episode chapter/scene: the entirety of tdt plays on a loop in my head but if i had to pick it’d be the one where blue and noah kiss, the one where ronan dreams of adam and k, the one where ronan dreams the camaro and i am fuckin crying thinking abt it lol...... honorable mention tho to the lamp moment it’s so fucking iconic

saddest death: definitely not kavinksy kavinsky didn’t die???? so it’s gotta be noah if that counts or someone else i can’t tell u bc spoilers :/

favorite season book: the dream thieves oh my god so much is revealed and the ronan povs are everything !!!! also kavinsky obviously. trk is up there too if only for henry cheng and that ending baby

least favorite season book: hmmmmm tdt too for all the gray man chapters and that ending

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: i?? don’t know?? i think my opinions are p in line with the fandom i don’t hate that many characters, maybe the fandom is a lil too lenient on the gray man for my taste but that’s it?

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: all of the main boys op lmao ronan and gansey and even adam are so annoying and stupid but i love them with my everything. also maybe greenmantle ugh he is such an asshole bad person but he is FUN to me !!!! anyway if u want the obvious answer tho it’s kavinsky, who else

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: noah czerny... my boy.... we deserved so much more noah so i am so grateful to everyone who writes him... same goes for henry i am mad and upset we didn’t get 4 books of henry’s glory but u know what imma fix that

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: any ship involving k is just wrong and bad but especially if it involves declan or noah or gansey. terrible but honestly i would not say no.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: bluesey without henry... adansey.... ronan and noah idk what the ship name is but it’s prob ridiculous....  yeah..

[sockmonstergotstyle]

300 Pages into The Dream Thieves

Honestly so much has happened in the last 200 pages I can’t remember my thoughts on it all

Who the fuck is this Gray Man guy??? He’s so weird??? Like he kills people, but he also studies Anglo Saxon poetry, and he also clearly has family issues, and now he’s like ‘I’m falling in love with Maura’ Sir u had one (1) date

I keep thinking he’s gonna turn out to be someone? Bc like idk why else his identity would be so secret. But none of the characters seem to recognise him so idk

Not gonna lie when those random dickheads smashed the Henrietta model I was ready to throw hands. Square up motherfuckers

Matthew Lynch is so pure how is he related to Declan and Ronan

Also imagine having those powers tho??? Like if Niall Lynch can dream himself a wife, imagine the possibilities??? I could just dream myself a Jem Carstairs???

Why does Gansey just say ‘Excelsior’ sometimes like it’s a common exclamation shut the fuck up Nerd

Can I ship Orla and Helen even though they haven’t met

Blue and Noah kissed?? That scene was so adorable omg bc like it wasn’t this big shock romantic thing, it was just two teens being teens?? Exploring?? It was so pure and funny

Why does Gansey just always have mint leaves on hand like does he just have a pocket filled with mint leaves or what

Gansey and Adam fight so much jeez. But the funny thing is that neither of them are really right. Like they’re both in the wrong. Gansey needs to be less condescending and Adam needs to be less stubborn

Blue diving into that pond made me cringe like my eyes hurt when I open them in a pool never mind in muddy pond water yikes

“Ronan never took my car” oof

The only character in this whole series who has Big Dick Energy is Blue. Everyone else is inferior sorry

Other than Calla. Calla also has BDE

Kavinsky reminds me of every chav I’ve ever known. I bet he made flamethrowers with deodorant bottles and lighters at school

“I have a crush on Richard Gansey” oooh hunny that’s one slippery slope

Anyway yes yes I’m loving this book so far?? Like I find myself really excited to read it which is so fun bc I rarely get that feeling. Ugh why has it taken me so long to read these booksss

There’s so much discourse on main at the mo that I must just make a trc sideblog and abandon my usual content for ghosts and Welsh kings

[blauhaher]

i’m like 110% sure this is so not what @lestatthewolfkiller had in mind when asking for adam an k and i’m so sorry about that. it was originally supposed to be a drabble (i forgot how long those are supposed to be tbh) about adam and k, an au where adam never stopped to fix gansey’s car and things turned out differently or something like that but it turns out i had to make it about occult gangs and the like. idk honestly. tw for the usuals, violence, murder, dissociation, etc.

adam knows pain like the back of his hand. he doesn’t understand it, its meaning or why it’s directed at him, but he knows everything about it nonetheless. there’re not many things he can say he owns completely, just the uniform he wears, really, simply because that wasn’t included in the admission fees, and not much else. but pain, pain he owns and knows and controls at his will. he can embrace or escape it as he pleases and nobody can do anything about it. not even his father, who seems to control everything else about him and his life.

it’s not like he’s trying on purpose not to fit in, but he has enough things to worry about without adding trying to make friends to the list. between having to make enough money to cover his living expenses and keeping up with his scholarship, human interaction that isn’t strictly necessary to his survival gets promptly pushed at the bottom of his priority list. it doesn’t matter if after an entire year he still can’t tell which boy he vaguely recognises from which class, he only knows that he’s made it to the end of an entire year of consciously ignoring everyone and he’s still alive. he’s fine.

if he finds himself looking at some of the friendly interactions around him with longing, he tells himself it’s just because after handing in his last essay he has suddenly too much time to spare.

he has no problems admitting to himself that he’s the type of person that fits into stereotypes and plays the part they have dictated for him without much fuss. he knows that henry cheng is supposed to be just as carefree and good-natured as he wants others to think he is, and that richard gansey the third is supposed to be the golden boy of aglionby and even has perfectioned the right kind of handshake for it, and he also knows that adam parrish is just as anonymous as his tragic backstory suggests. they only thing that makes it bearable is the fact that his story is supposed to end on a good note. he is supposed to be the hard working white trash emblem that manages to get a place at yale and get the best paying jobs the market has to offer. he is content with not being much of anything, if not brittle bones tied together by a fierce survival instinct if that’s what his role requires in order to get there.

yet, the same principle doesn’t seem to apply to kavinsky and his lot. instead of following the general guidelines of what being the typical obnoxious immigrant rich kids entails, they seem intent on causing more trouble than they are worth. he sees their cars and their chains and their matching tattoos on their necks and thinks that’s going just a little too far. that’s playing their characters just a little too over the top for anybody’s liking.

some of the older students even try to point that out before getting the beating of their lives.

some professor try to tone it down before getting their tires slashed and their pets sliced open.

their principal tries to speak to their parents about it before getting threatened about their conspicuous donations coming to a halt.

there’s nothing to be done but patiently wait for them to graduate or finally end up in juvie. either way, that’s none of adam’s business. all he aims for it’s his piece of paper and that’s all he’s thinking of when he’s at school.

he tries to think only of that at home as well, but his father has other plans for him. it’s nothing that he specifically does or thinks or says, it’s just his existence alone that seems to get on his nerves enough to decide to put his hands on him. he had tried at first, tried to act and think and speak differently, but the end results were always the same.

he stops wasting energy on that pretty soon, though, his mind working on escaping the situation as soon as his father gets the look on his face that he knows will mean a rough night. his mind wanders away from his body at first, a trick he had discovered almost accidentally, just to end up drifting towards an ephemeral world of his own creation. it’s calm there, and clean and spacious. the trees surrounding him caress his cheeks and whisper nonsensical things so soothing he has troubles remembering where he comes from. he knows he has a life he has to return to at some point, but whatever time he can spend in his imaginary forest is his favourite time of the day. he has no responsibilities there, there’s no pain, no struggle, only whatever he wants to be there. only whatever he commands and allows and desires. his role there is to simply enjoy, and coming back to his real body is a self-inflicted violence as harsh as his father’s blows.

it seems like it’s not just pain he can control, then. he’s not sure when he began to be able to come and go as he wills, but now that he’s completely aware of it, he wonders for just how long he had been denying himself something that seems to be his by right. that’s probably what the trees have been whispering to him all this time, right? and he’s in enough agony to accept even something as absurd as that. even something like magic. and why shouldn’t he, after all? he’s desperate enough and the trees know it. and if sometimes he wakes up in places he doesn’t remember wandering to that’s such a small inconvenience compared to the things he gets to walk away from thanks to the forest’s influence that he forbids himself from being a coward about it.

when the white mitsubishi pulls up next to him, he’s strangely not surprised to see it there. he’s even less surprised about the fact that its driver is not alone, other cars stopping around them soon after to form a rudimental sort of circle around him. he’s so not getting away, so he braces himself for what it’s about to come. he doesn’t waste time trying to remember what he might have done to piss any of them off, he knows it’s useless. the pain is coming anyway, that’s what his father has taught him.

except, when the window gets rolled down, there’s no sneer on kavinsky’s face. his sunglasses firmly in place, he just seems to be looking at him in a contemplative sort of way, as if wondering exactly why he himself had decided to stop upon spotting him walking alongside the highway’s guardrail.

the door on the passenger’s side unlocks with a metallic sound, and the further he tries to search for answer in the reflection he sees on the lenses of the other’s sunglasses, the more he comes up empty. the inside of the car is way too dark for a july afternoon, another fact to add to the list of things that should make him want to run away, yet, he can’t prevent his right hand from reaching for the door’s handle. that’s when kavinsky finally cracks a smile, all teeth and hunger.

he has never seen a demon smile before but he’s pretty sure he should be feeling way more scared about it than he does right then.

—

the rest of the boys seem to be made of the same deceiving, double-edged material kavinsky is. despite not having the same kind of power as their leader, they take and demand and drain everything they touch, leaving a wasteland behind them. the words and numbers tattooed in white ink on their neck only contribute to making people avoid them even more. the locals know better than to oppose whatever transcendental force is aiding them. they are already used to having an entire house of clairvoyants to carefully avoid, adding a bunch of teenagers to that doesn’t really make much of a difference to them.

adam traces slowly the number XV on kavinsky’s neck and the letters below it. the raised lines that form the words the devil almost feel surreal under his fingertips and he has the sudden urge to press his nails down just to check.

the other must feel the slightest change in pressure even though he’s fast asleep, but he only stirs enough to pull him closer by the fistful of his shirt he has been holding onto since falling asleep the night before.  they hadn’t gone anywhere that night, taking the time to actually rest without visiting the forest. there will be time for that. all the time in the world, actually.

adam closes his eyes and lets himself fall further.

instead of feeling disappointed, once he learns exactly the source of kavinsky’s sudden interest in him and just what he’s capable of, he suddenly feels like everything starts making sense. of course something was missing, of course there was some way for the magic to do more than whisper nonsense to him. he had been a phone cord without a handset to connect to this whole time, and now that that he is finally complete he can start properly listening. he can stark speaking. asking, even.

there’s this girl from another school that has a certain aura to her. he sees her sometimes, when she comes to the school’s gates to meet up with richard gansey the third and another of the aglionby’s students he has never talked to in his life. he thinks there might be some sort of connection between them, something he unconsciously recognises and associates to her more than the multicoloured hair clips and the occult symbols hanging from his neck, something that goes beyond the simple fact that the light seems to always play so nicely with her features.

she has a memorable face, the kind that can’t exactly be described as a classical beauty but it’s equally just as ancient. he doesn’t know what his fascination is tied to exactly, he just knows that it’s there and that he’s drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

a hand curls around his forearm before he can take a step into her direction. kavinsky doesn’t let him burn.

there seems to be no limits to what kavinsky can ask for when they are together. one second they are lying side by side on the fur carpet in his bedroom, the tv stuck on a blacked out channel and the lights above them flickering, and the next they are in the forest, and they are running and finding and taking, taking so much, taking as much as their hands will fit, taking everything they can think of producing.

his room starts looking less like a bedroom and more like a storage room. there’s just so much impossible stuff at some point that they are forced to move to another one altogether. not like there’s a shortage of space in such a stereotypical reality tv show mansion, anyway.

he expects to get pressured into doing the same things they do. to ride in their cars and smoke their weed and dress their way but nobody ever says anything about it. he just comes along and watches, not saying or doing anything. he just sits on the mistubishi’s hood and watches, his lashes half lowered to shield himself from the beatings and the robbing and the snorting, his body and mind growing more and more numb.

the dragon tattooed on kavinsky’s back is too realistic for adam to feel comfortable looking at it. it curls and snarls under the coloured lights of the club, and he’s pretty sure that it’s somehow actually moving. he tries to reason with himself that’s just a trick, a combined effect of the lights and of every minute movement of the muscles under it, but as he follows kavinsky to their side of the VIP section he can’t tear his gaze away. the thin white wifebeater the other is wearing is not nearly enough to dull the effect of the vibrant ink and for a moment he wonders if it’ll actually claw its way of his skin and swallow him whole.

he keeps staring nonetheless.

kavinsky is king and whatever he decides turns into law even for those not under his rule. he never lets anyone else get too close to him now. it’s subtle, he has to admit that, but at the same time it becomes as clear as day that adam parrish is suddenly off limits. one of the boys is always waiting for him outside the door of his class once it’s finished to escort him to his next one. his lunch is already on a tray and paid for when he gets to the cafeteria. there’s a phone in the pocket of his jacket the next time he reaches into it, and, as soon as the last bell rings, the sound of the mitsubishi’s speakers is defeating enough that he makes it a point to slide into its passenger seat as soon as possible to avoid further embarrassment.

if his schoolmates look at him in various stage of disbelief, distaste and wonder, kavinsky acts as if it’s nothing. it doesn’t seem to be coming from the goodness of his heart, he doesn’t seem like the type to have any after all, or from the pity that adam’s life often inspires into others. he doesn’t mention the sudden change in treatment once, and adam doesn’t question it. why should he, when he’s finally got something nice for himself after all?

swan is looking beautiful and bored as usual, eyes lazily tracking the rhythmic movements of the bat skov is holding as it smashes against this guy’s ribs. it’s not the first time he’s seen something like this but he thinks he’ll never get used to the sound of bones breaking. he’s cradling his phone carefully between his cupped hands, thumb hovering over the green button that will connect him to 911. that’s what he does, that’s what he tells himself he’ll do if things will take a turn for the worst.

but his soul won’t cooperate and he’s left watching himself watch swan watch someone die and wishing he’d look like he does just once. it’s such a disturbing realisation he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

he knows others may think they’re fucking. he sees them drawing conclusions and filling in the blanks of their private lives with what’s most comforting to them. of course it would make sense for them to be fucking. of course adam is just another piece of trailer trash that will jump at any opportunity to get a taste of the good life. except, there’s no good life to be had and there’s equally no sex behind closed doors.

once he lies on his side on the king sized mattress, kavinsky only curls his fingers into the fabric of his shirt without a word before drifting off. he doesn’t dream and adam doesn’t dare to sleep.

he doesn’t want to make such generic assumptions, but it’s starting to become pretty clear to him that kavinsky is the devil. not in some jokingly, admonishing way, and not in some play-of-words sense that takes his tattoo into consideration either, but more in a literal-evil-energy type of way. he could suppose that, since magic seems to be pretty real, then things like evil forces or demons should also be very much a possibility. he has no other names for the bird-shaped monster that sometimes try to attack them when they’re not careful with their taking, after all.

he tries asking about it one night. all he gets in return, all he ever does when he gets too clever for his own good and asks questions that have an obvious answer to them, is a quirk of kavinsky’s mouth. when he smiles, the artificial lights make the platinum of his bottom grills look even tackier than usual and adam can’t help but roll his eyes at the sight. it just makes the other smile harder, his lips savage and his hands quick as he pulls him against his side so others can’t accidentally bump into him as they cross the dance-floor. he still doesn’t get the appeal of paying to be in a room with low lighting, blaring music and a mass of sweaty bodies just to pay some more to get away from all that but the cushioned seat of their sofa is not something he can complain about.

needles somehow are not that bad when it come to their association with pain. needles usually meant hospitals and sterilised places and feeling better and being taken care of so, even if it’s a completely different needle this time, he doesn’t flinch when it touches the tender skin of his neck. the roman numbers don’t take too long, but it’s when the artist starts filling in the lines of the letters that it actually gets to him. the white ink feels as if it’s melting the skin right off of him, and he has to ask for refuge to the forest in order not to cry.

once it’s over and there’s protective gauze over the skin, he expects to somehow feel different but nothing comes.

he’s probably already where he should have been all along.

the trees finally speak clearly instead of whispering, even if only when kavinsky is next to him, and it’s a thrill to finally recognise that it’s the same language he agonises over during his hours spent doing homework in the library. it’s latin, and his knowledge of it is enough to understand exactly the simple request that’s being made from seemingly every single sentient being in the forest. an exchange. something in return for everything they have taken so far and will continue to take in the future. an offering. a sacrifice.

the word per se doesn’t really scare him. he’s been sacrificing things his whole life, he was born a sacrifice himself when his mother could have decided to take the easy way out and cut off all possible connection to his father by cutting off his life in the process. yet, here he is. he’s here and he’s ready for one more sacrifice. the last one he’ll ever be able to make. it’s what his role entails, after all.

kavinsky is furious. he screams and pushes him away, his hands strangely soft and yielding against his chest even though his words could cut steel. there’s no way he could ever accept this. his father in exchange for freedom and the ability to create copies he could tolerate. losing adam and the possibility to create from zero he could never. it would mean losing everything again, and he has sworn to himself long ago that nobody would ever have the possibility to steal from him ever again. he was the one who took, he was the one in charge, the one running this town and the forces within it. nobody got to choose for him, not even the very source of his power, not even something so old he couldn’t even begin to fully comprehend. there had to be another way. he has to build one, to steal one, to make one.

he trashes his room until it’s too dangerous for anyone to enter it. he curls up between the broken furniture and the shards of glass and only lets adam hold his hand but not touch any other part of his body. he’s on fire from the inside out and he knows he’s going to burn everything to the ground with him.

he can’t tell which one of them comes up with the idea first. for kavinsky, it means nothing, just the reenactment of something he has already experienced once. for adam, it means everything, to turn his whole world and beliefs upside down.

nonetheless, it just builds and builds from little things piling up. from the zip ties in the mitsubishi’s glove compartment to the pack of disposable latex gloves on the back seat to the way kavinsky looks at him and at him only all night. he knows. of course he knows. they have been together long enough that they rarely have to speak anymore.

the forest does all the talking they could ever need.

he traces the lines of his own tattoo by memory. the straight line of the single roman number, the curve of the letters under it. I. the magician. it means power and action and taking matters into his own hands. it means not watching from the sidelines anymore. it means not freezing anymore at the first blow, it means not letting his mind run away, it means not lowering his lashes anymore. it means driving to his father’s house on a wednesday’s night, the only night of the week his mother has her church meeting and won’t be there to witness anything. to suffer uselessly. to look at his son in the eyes and recoil.

it takes almost all of them to carry his father’s unconscious body from the living room to the car parked right outside his house. the tied hands and feet make the process only slightly easier considering they have to move in complete silence since a trailer park doesn’t make for the most discreet neighbourhood, but they eventually manage to get the trunk to close and their asses as far away from there as they can.

the forest hadn’t specified whose blood the sacrifice had to consist of, after all. and they intend on taking advantage of that little misstep fully.

he should feel something, he supposes. pain, to the idea of getting rid of his own father, of the person that had generated him, but he had learned to control that a long time ago. remorse, for taking another’s life when it should have been his own, but he had seen none in kavinsky’s eyes when he had explained exactly why he was so familiar with patricide. hesitance, at least, to do something so out of character for him, to get so far from what his rag-to-riches story was supposed to be, but he’s been wandering so far from that path he has no means of getting back on that track. he doesn’t understand why he’s left in the first place. he doesn’t understand why it took him so long to leave it in the first place.

yet, when he stares into the depth of the forest, so far out he feels his gaze will eventually be able to reach exactly what hides in the heart of it, what exactly feeds on such things as blood sacrifices, he feels nothing but relief and accomplishment and freedom.

kavinsky rests his foot on his father’s body, the hand that curls around the handle of the athame he’s holding relaxed and casual. he’s done this before, after all. he doesn’t envy his casual stance anymore. he sees it mirrored in his own.

if somebody puts their hands on you, you cut them off. isn’t that what he had tried to teach him all this time, after all?

adam takes the knife from kavinsky’s hand and asks for the demon to show itself.

it’s late at night and they have nowhere to go. they’re just speeding on the highway because they can, windows rolled down and the other boys’ cars snarling around them, uncaring of the fact that they’re occupying the opposite direction’s lanes. there’s no one else around at that hour, for the simple fact that everybody knows that those are kavinsky’s streets only.

neither of them has said a single word all night, the music coming out of the speakers loud enough for the both of them. he watches the lights around them melt into one another, his cheek resting on the arm he has partially hanging out of the car. a hand is suddenly in his hair, pushing some of it aside before pressing hot like a branding iron to the side of his neck where his tattoo has now completely healed. the wind blows on his face and everything feels right in the world.

adam smiles.

[mychemicalrachel]

So I had an idea and I thought it would be fun to use polls to make a kind of choose your own adventure story. I write part of a fic and then leave it open ended and you guys help me decide what happens next.

Some prompts might be open for a day, others a week, depending on how much traction this gets. I don't know, I'm winging it. Let me know if you think it's a fun idea or if I'm just talking to myself here.

First question;

[thelazyeye]

happy almost New Years! hope you have fun plans! or no plans if thats your thing! you manage to finish the Dream Thieves I'm DYING! to know your thoughts! :)

I have plans to throw a lowkey party at my friends house. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be really small, but it’ll still be nice

I did! I finished it last night. I hated Kavinsky and loved loved loved the Grey Man. He’s the best. And that scene with Noah and Blue.... I wasn’t ready dude that wasn’t fair. I’m big sad. 

Noah is my favorite character in the entire series. I officially deem him my absolute favorite I love him so fucking much. I would die for him (lol)

Ronan is a good guy. I love him. He really does want the best for everyone and everything, even though he’s got so much angst. This book showed some REALLY awesome character development and I loved it. I also DID figure out basically all of his secrets. One wasn’t really that hard, though, because there’s an entire ship dedicated to that and I’ve been exposed to it for a really long time. The other was like, slowly leaked out throughout the book where I figured it out but didn’t know I figured it out and then it was revealed but I still didn’t realize it until the very end where I was like “ha, that’s the secret, I been knew”

Adam had some really interesting moments. He is Going Through It and I do really feed bad for him and I sympathize with him a lot. A lot of his actions were justifiable but they were kind of dick head moves? Hopefully he gets some good development in the next book. Like, I’d be surprised if he didn’t

And that ending. Maura. Come on!!

Anyway I did super love it. I have Blue Lilly, Lilly Blue sitting on my nightstand. I haven’t cracked it open, though, because I like to give some breathing space between books. I’ll def hit it sometime this week though!

[miss-bookworm]

The Raven Cycle ^^

the first character i ever fell in love with: Ronan 💜 he had my heart from the stat

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: Hmmm, I don’t actually know. I think Helen was the one character that seemed really interesting at first, but rereading the series now I just wasn’t really invested in her anymore (not that she’s in the series much)

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: Niall and Aurora. the more I thought about it the less I liked the idea of them (I would die for Aurora though)

my ultimate favorite character™: Ronan (though Adam is close second)

prettiest character: all of them? I mean in my head they all look pretty to me :) 

my most hated character: Robert Parrish by a mile

my OTP: Ronan and Adam 💕

my NOTP: in actual canon I guess Niall and Aurora. otherwise Henry/Ronan/Adam/Gansey/Blue or Noah/Ronan/Adam/Gansey/Blue. also Ronan/Gansey and Adam/Gansey

favorite book: either the dream thieves because we learn more about Ronan and his dreams or the raven king because Ronan and Adam get together. but they work the best when you read them all together :)

saddest death: Aurora’s 😢

favorite season, least favourite season: i’m skipping these two because I don’t know what to replace seasons with in terms of book series 

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: not really sure. i’m not so invested in Noah as some people are though I don’t hate him

my ‘you’re a piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: would Declan fit into this category? also Kavinsky. i don’t really like him but there’s something intriguing about him (I mean it’s more about his abilities than his personality)

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Adam (he deserves the world) and Aurora

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: i kind of wanna say Ronan and Kavinsky? i definitely don’t ship them and they definitely would never work together but i don’t know, something is there I guess

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Maura and The Gray Man

thank you Yasi! this was actually quite difficult but also a lot of fun :)

send me a fandom and I’ll tell you ...

[littlefrenchiefangirl]

Tag 9 people you'd like to get to know better

So I was tagged by the amazing @takaoparadise Thanks love!💖

Top ten songs/ pieces I can't stop listening to

This is a really tough one 😬

1. Remember by Seinabo Sey (coucou Skam France)

2. Nightcall by Kavinsky

3. I dare you by The XX

4. I wanna be yours by The Arctic Monkeys

5.Moira Gynt by Tim Dup

6. Beau la folie by Lomepal

7. The Hamilton soundtrack . All of them honestly this is a MASTERPIECE

8.Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

9. Million reasons by Lady Gaga ( honestly every songs by Lady Gaga lmao)

10. Love love love by Of monsters and men. This song is so beautiful it breaks my heart everytime

Favorite ships

So I shipped Dean and Castiel from Supernatural a long time ago but I kinda grew out of it. My other ships are Viktor and Yuuri from Yuri on Ice, Alec and Magnus from Shadowhunters and Lucas and Eliott from Skam France ( I've got a whole blog dedicated to them duh)

Lipstick/ Chapstick

Chapstick all the way baby

Last movie

Given the length ofbthe last Sense 8 episode does it count as a movie ? Just kidding. The last movie I saw was probably Pride ( I love this movie so much it's almost unhealthy at this point)

Currently reading

Too many books at the same time . I begin books then take a break halfway through it to finish another one and then come back to finish it lmao. So I'm currently reading three at the same time lmao. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, Dirk Gently's holistic detective agency by Douglas Adams and Legend by David Gemmell. And Skam France fanfics. A loooooot of fanfics because the Skam France fandom has amazing writers. Love you all💖

This was fun! Rhanks for tagging me Timy 💞 I'm gonna tag @peachy-society @that-damn-french-kid @starcassstic @starryhedgehog and whoever else want to do it. See you later !💗

[arch-wistcrias]

🎰

1. HENRY WINTER / MARY STUART : okay so like, maybe they could take a class together? you have modern royal mary stuart who is prob well versed in latin and greek and everything else, and mayhaps is new to the area and it’s the secret history all over again, except without whats his face. or maybe henry could be a sort of tutor to her? there’s some room for plotting there, but it holds potential! 

2. CAMILLA MACAULEY / DAPHNE GREENGRASS : childhood friends, maybe??? i could see it 100%, although we could add in some tension by having daphne having always disliked charles lmaooo

3. JOSEPH KAVINSKY / ADELINA AMOUTERU : i don’t really know how this could work tbh, but all I know is that it spells absolute disaster potentially. adelina can manipulate shadows and illusions and maybe kavinsky could use that to his advantage? although adelina doesn’t like to be used either, so.... idk tbh. 

4. ADAM PARRISH / CAMELLIA BEAUREGARD : SO OKAY camilla is a belle and they can basically change the way people look and even their temperaments and we could do something to do with that? in her canon she had to run away from her kingdom, but a crossover where she runs to their town and stumbles across adam could be fun i think! 

5. DECLAN LYNCH / JUDE SWEETWINE : with declan’s ahem reptuation at aglionby and jude’s off-the-tracks artistic and quirky personality this could be like, if it was a ship like, a secret summer fling thing, maybe? but it’d have to be plotted i think, because it largely depends on how they’d vibe and what declan’s really like. 

Send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships! || accepting! 

[rovinky]

Alright alright alright I'm awake and I'm ready to make pynchinsky everyone's problem!!

I would like to preface this by saying that 1. This is a work of fiction and it's not that serious and 2. These opinions are based off of my own headcanons since you asked in my inbox and asked me personally

Okay, so firstly for pynchinsky to work healthily, everyone obviously needs a dose of therapy but speaking to Kavinsky specifically, I usually write him as either recovering or he's already recovered but we all know recovery is messy. It's not linear and the journey can be rough but that's what's great about having an actual support system: he can become better. Healthier.

Do I think canon Adam hated Kavinsky in high school? Yes. Who wouldn't have disliked Kavinsky in high school? Lol *I* would have hated him in highschool.

That being said, people change. I tend to write them aged up and having worked through some shit because it's more fun to write young adults or full fleshed adults imo -- so, could adult Adam come to like adult Kavinsky who has changed his behavior and owned up to his bullshit? Of course! And why not? Kavinsky is described as good looking and I think he and Adam are actually very alike: they both come from fucked up homes, they both have a deep interest in Ronan, they're both highly intelligent people, they both have an otherworldlyness to them, and they both have a long ass list of daddy/personal issues - oh and they're both assholes and I'm sure in my heart that they're both equally petty

I think they would get along very well in a world where Kavinsky had lived and been able to become better

How they all work on a relationship level is just chemistry and patience! They would all have p fire chemistry together imo and polyam can be a lot of work and patience and time configuring all the moving parts and that's ok! It's messy sometimes, especially when it's new. They work because I'm here writing them choosing each other even when it's difficult!

As far as "reconciling" what we know about Ronan: I think if Ronan were in a multipartner relationship he wouldn't look at it like "I am polyamorous", I think he would genuinely see it as:

I am in a monogamous relationship with two people

Ronan loves fiercely and loyally - as do his two partners in question this scenario. Kavinsky is loyal until you betray him and we know Adam loves Ronan more than anything. Again, they work because they choose each other.

Also, again, by adulthood, Ronan has - at least when I write them - been working on his own issues. And your principles change over time! No one is stuck at who they are at 17, thank GOD.

This goes the same for both Adam and Kavinsky. They both don't have to be who they were at 17, again, thank God because jfc they were both a hot mess. They become fully fleshed people with hopes, dreams, ideas, and desires.

As to the rest of the question: I ship pynchinsky because I want to. I ship pynch because I want to. I ship rovinsky because I want to. I have been in this fandom for five/six years and I have always been interested in rovinsky, that will never change. Pynchinsky is a new love and I am exploring them slowly and excitedly.

They are a great dynamic and I'm sorry anon that you're missing out. That being said, no amount of anons I receive about them or Kavinsky or rovinsky is going to change who and how I ship. I'm almost 30, I don't have time for petty fandom shit like caring about who ships what and how they like to do so.

If anyone has genuine questions about this ship, I am happy to talk about them, it's a very fun ship to write for and think about... But I'm not here to be told what to do :) hopefully this genuinely answers your question and again, remember, at the end of the day: it's fictional. It doesn't actually matter what I do with my own brain time and I can do as I please

💕

Two questions 1. How does the Adam/Ronan/Kavinsky ship honestly work because I just don't get it or see it. Adam would hate Kavinsky so much!! 2. How do you reconcile what we know about Ronan, he's monogamous and solely in love with Adam, and then throw Kavinsky in their mix? It just doesn't make sense? Kavinsky is so obsessed with Ronan I doubt he'd share Ronan with him and Adam never liked Kavinsky to begin with so I don't get it!!!! Why not just pynch?? Kavinsky would make them so unhealthy:/

It's 10:35 pm and I am very tired and just saw this because I've been gone most of my day. I don't have the full spoons to actually give you a real answer so my answer right now is simply this:

[sweetchildhooddreams]

Goal : tag 9 people you want to get to know better !

it was a long time since someone tagged in any stuff, so thank you @queensofgeek for giving me such a great opportunity to embarass myself in front of others thanks to my tastes have some fun ~ it was really kind of you c: okay, let’s start.

relationship status : there is no one i can share my interests with. for now.

favorite color : black black black and oh did i say black?

lipstick or chapstick : chapstick. i wear no make up at all, so yeah...

last song i listened to : vlny - дом. 

top 3 shows : ughh what a difficult question since i don’t watch any shows except voltron (look who’s eating the fandom glass again yay)

top 3 characters : prokopenko (read: prokopenko from my headcanons), aaron minyard (i like that boy and you can’t judge me for that), mo guan shan (he deserves the world. and successful future. and caring people around. and everything) as you can see, i can’t help but choose everyone-but-not-the-main-characters as my favourites :D

top 3 ships : joseph kavinsky/adam parrish/prokopenko (s o r r y), sheith, linny (luna and ginny are my favourite girls in the wlw world of hp) i tag @frxnkenstein and @reecekinqs  feel free to ignore this tag, guys, i just want to make sure you’re still somewhere ou there :з

[seekthemist]

AlbinoSparrow on Red Thread 18 hours ago

I'll leave you with a ship:Adansky (for the 'I'll tell you' game) this ship is my guilty pleasure.Judge me where I couldn't see or hear you xD.

What ask game? THIS ASK GAME! This Tumblr is a shame-free ship-and-let-ship tumblr and I refuse to discourse on an ask game XD I am, however, physically incapable of diverging too much from a canon approach on Kavinsky so that’s how it’s gonna roll with the Scenarios!

Werewolf: Adam, Hunter: Kavinsky The Scenario: It had all begun when Greenmantle managed to take down Niall Lynch. Then Whelk had floored Noah Czerny. Kavinsky is feeling a bit left behind in the deadpool and even the three Laumoniers agree that taking down the last pack of werewolf in Virginia kid’s job, since they are all kids. None of them considered that when you hunt for Adam’s pack, Adam will be hunting you back. 

Merman: Kavinsky, Fisherman: Adam The Scenario: It’s all fun, game and respect the supernatural creatures, but this is the third time in a month that damn merman messes with Adam’s nets when he’s out with his boat. Adam is starting to get slightly annoyed. 

Wizard: Adam, Familiar: Kavinsky The Scenario: this crazy scrawny cat is not even Adam’s familiar, but it must be someone’s because he’s too magical to be just a cat. Maybe he’s just a shapeshifter mobster onto too many magic mushrooms, but the amount of crazy stuff that started to rain upon Adam since he first came by is mental. 

Barista: Adam, Coffee Addict: Kavinsky The Scenario: Adam is fairly sure that coffee is not the only thing this guy is addicted to. Maybe he should also charge for impromptu therapy for every time Kavinsky says on the stroll and keeps talking to him throughout his late night shift. However his crazy stories are, to be fair, quite entertaining, so Adam never really pressed the panic button so far.

Professor: Kavinsky, TA: Adam The Scenario: There is no way in the ever-loving hell Joseph Kavinsky is actually a professor. There must be something sketchy, illegal and drenched in bribery and corruption for him to have this substitution. But every other TA position is already assigned to people with better families and connections than Adam and he really, really needs the blueprint in his CV...

Knight: Kavinsky, Prince: Adam The Scenario: It started as a mockery at the last jousting tournament, to piss off too many people and spit in the face of every tradition. Kazinsky is not sure if there is a specific point in it anymore, but it won’t stop him from crowning Adam of the Parrish as Queen of Love and Beauty, again, once he’s done winning this fucking joke. 

Teacher: Adam, Single Parent: Kavinsky The Scenario: Adam is undeniably The Expert of dysfunctional families. He has seen them all, experienced them all, between his personal life and his years as a teacher. If Kavinsky thinks he can scare him away from fixing the shit out of his situation with his son before it gets out of hand he is sorely mistaken. 

Writer: Kavinsky, Editor: Adam The Scenario: Surprising no one, Kavinsky of course believes he is the new Charles Bukowski. Calling him out when he goes way out of line is Adam’s given job, but since it’s not like Kavinsky is untalented someone has to do it.