#trc prompt fill

[mychemicalrachel]

Okay, I've been battling some killer writer's block recently so how about this....

Send me a number 1-100 and I'll tell you about the fic I would write (if I had the energy) based on the corresponding song on my spotify wrapped.

[zephfair]

I think this one would be good! 76 for the kink prompts 🥺🥺 please and thank you! 🥰🥰

Thank you so much for the prompt! I'm sorry this one got away from me and is more silly than sexy! 😭 But I hope it makes you smile! Thank you for everything! 😘💖💖💖

76. Laughter During Sex

This is Adam/Ronan, Rated E

Although Ronan trusted Adam implicitly, he was still skeptical. “You want to put what where?”

Adam burst out laughing.

While Ronan usually loved making his Adam laugh, he didn’t particularly appreciate it at such important, memorable times.

“Come on, Parrish, help me out here if you don’t think I’m doing it right.”

Adam wiped the tears of laughter from his eye. “I’m just saying, it’s not rocket science. It doesn’t take a genius to figure this out.”

“How did you even learn all this shit?” Ronan had to admit, Adam’s competence really did it for him. There was something about Adam being confident bordering on arrogant when he just took over and did whatever that made Ronan feel very hot.

“Oh you know. I’ve read about it, watched shit on the Internet. Worked it out for myself. Had a little experience.”

Adam put his hand on top of Ronan’s and guided him, and Ronan was forced to admit, that did work better.

“See, I knew you could do it. Eventually.”

“Shithead,” Ronan said just loud enough that he knew Adam would pick it up.

From Adam’s shit-eating grin, he heard loud and clear.

It was a hazy day in June and they were trying to dig a pond in one of the fields at the Barns.

As soon as Adam’s tinkering had resurrected one of the old Lynch backhoes, Ronan had immediately wanted to run it. But Adam, much to his credit, insisted on driving it to the part of the pasture they’d chosen. Then Ronan had insisted at getting behind the controls once Adam broke the ground.

Unfortunately, Ronan didn’t think he’d have much of a future career in running heavy equipment. But after he slid off the seat and let Adam take over with strong, sure hands, he didn’t mind ‘hoeing as long as it could be with Adam.

That made him laugh out loud which made Adam look down at him questioningly. Ronan just laughed again and shrugged.

After Adam had dug out as much as he wanted for the day, Ronan climbed up the tire and squeezed onto the seat despite Adam’s protestations.

“You’re really hot when you’re digging out big holes,” Ronan said against his lips then kissed him.

Adam couldn’t kiss back for a moment because he started laughing. “That’s really some pickup line.”

“It wasn’t a line, it’s the truth,” Ronan protested.

“You think I’m hot when I’m digging big holes.” Adam couldn’t even say it without a chuckle.

“I think you’re hot all the time,” Ronan said, kissing at his jaw, biting at the hinge under his ear.

“But watching me run a backhoe really gets you going,” Adam hmmed in pleasure when Ronan flicked his tongue against his earlobe and ran it up and around the whorl of his ear.

“Yeah, I think it does.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Adam said, finally turning to kiss him properly.

Ronan got his arm around Adam and didn’t care that both of them were sticky with sweat and wet from the heat.

Adam apparently didn’t care either because when Ronan came up for air, Adam sucked down the tender skin of his throat.

“Ah, fuck,” Ronan breathed out, trying to lean back and pull Adam with him but there was no room on the seat.

“You wanna?” Adam pulled away long enough to meet his eyes with a little grin.

“Always, yeah.”

“Then let’s go in the house.”

“But we’re here now.”

Adam flicked his nose and stood up. “But the house will be much more comfortable.”

“Barn?” Ronan tried to bargain but Adam shook his head and laughed again.

“You can wait another couple minutes.”

“What if I can’t though?”

Adam glanced down at his lap where Ronan was already getting visibly excited from just the kissing and proximity to Adam. “Do you need help walking with that?”

Ronan barked out a laugh and Adam jumped down from the cab of the backhoe.

“Come on, the faster we get back—”

“The faster we can fuck.”

Adam grinned and shook his head in amusement. “This is you warning me that it’s going to be fast?”

Ronan scowled and jumped down just as Adam conveniently stepped out of the way. “You know what the hell I mean. Now come on,” and he took off jogging across the field.

Adam caught him easily and bumped his hip. “Did you really think I was making fun of your sexual stamina?”

Ronan missed a step and swore. “Please don’t ever say that again. It sounds so weird, talking about ‘sexual matters,’” Ronan said in a mocking affected accent.

“Why can’t I talk about your sexual prowess? You don’t have faith in your sexual performance?” Adam teased.

“It sounds so bad,” Ronan insisted and they both burst out laughing, Ronan jostling into Adam. Adam wrapped his arm around Ronan’s waist so they made it to the front porch at the same time.

“Shower first?” Ronan asked as he opened the screendoor for them.

“We’re just going to get dirty again.”

“Ah Parrish, now you’re talking,” and Ronan swept him into his arms and kissed him.

Adam let out a breathy noise that Ronan interpreted as a little laugh, but he didn’t stop kissing him. When Ronan’s hands roamed down and grabbed Adam’s ass, Adam made the noise again.

Ronan pulled back from his mouth. He was afraid to ask because it might spoil everything, but he just had to know.

“Why are you in such a good mood today?”

Adam shrugged but a smile tugged at his lips. “I don’t know. It’s just a good day. Can’t I enjoy it?”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re not secretly taking drugs or something without sharing. You’re all giggly.”

“I am not nor have I ever been giggly,” Adam insisted.

Ronan nosed at his ear. “You’re giggling like a school girl.”

“You take that back.”

“Make me.”

“OK I will,” and with more strength and agility than Ronan knew he possessed, Adam tackled him to the big couch. He trapped Ronan’s wrists up at his head and straddled his waist proudly.

“Wow, you sure showed me,” Ronan drawled.

“That’s right.” Adam’s smirk was fast and tight.

“Yep, you got me right where I wanted you.”

“No, I got you right where...damn it Lynch.” At Adam’s frustration, it was Ronan’s turn to burst out laughing. He strained himself up to peck a kiss to Adam’s nose and make it scrunch.

“Now that I’m at your mercy, whatever are you going to do to me?” Ronan’s attempt at batting his eyelashes must have been hilarious because Adam joined him laughing.

It was one of the warmest, happiest moments of Ronan’s life and he thought that he’d remember it forever—the two of them entwined, happy, laughing, not burdened by the past or worried about the future, just being together right then in the moment.

Ronan broke the easy hold Adam had on his wrists so he could bring his arms up around Adam and pull him down. Adam followed easily, mouth still open, eyes bright, and he smiled at Ronan as they kissed.

God, what I wouldn’t give to freeze this moment in time, Ronan prayed, but it got even better as Adam shifted around to get more comfortable and ended up sprawled mostly on top of Ronan.

Ronan concentrated on the warmth of Adam’s tongue in his mouth, the thrill of a touch still so intimate. He ran his hands down and back up Adam’s wiry back, feeling where the T-shirt was stuck to his sweaty skin.

When Adam dipped down to attack his neck again with kisses and tiny bites, Ronan couldn’t help but moan.

“Yeah, you like that,” Adam’s voice was muffled against his throat.

“Yeah,” Ronan agreed amiably. He managed to get his fingers under Adam’s shirt and began to pull it up. Adam was down to licking at the dip between his collarbones when he got the message that Ronan was trying to undress him.

He was only too eager to sit up, and start to take off his shirt, but Ronan tried to sit up at the same time and somehow between his shimmy to take off his own shirt and Adam’s motion, Adam started to tip.

“Oh shit,” was all Ronan could say before Adam’s eyes got big and he fell off the couch.

“Oh my God,” Ronan started laughing as soon as he heard Adam clearly say “Shit.”

Ronan rolled on his side and looked down from his lofty perch on the couch. Adam lay flat on his back rubbing at his shoulder. “You get lost?” Ronan asked in his most innocent voice.

He couldn’t help but laugh again at Adam’s expression. “I can’t believe you pushed me off the couch.”

“I didn’t push you,” Ronan said, trying to catch his breath. “Your clumsy ass fell right off.”

Then Adam was trying to scramble up but Ronan had already decided what he’d do and so Adam ended up flat on his back again on the floor with Ronan on top of him.

“I missed you,” Ronan explained and Adam cracked another smile.

“Asshole.”

“Now Parrish, I know you didn’t just objectify me down to one body part, although I know you do like it.”

“You are such an ass,” Adam manhandled his smirking face down and kissed him.

They made out lazily for a while, their former intensity slowed down by the couch interlude. But this time when Adam rolled Ronan onto his back and incidentally right under the coffee table, they both had to take a breath to laugh.

“How are we so bad at this?” Ronan gasped between laughs.

“It’s you.”

“How is it my fault?!”

“You’re distracting. If you’d just let me be in charge...”

Ronan felt his stomach tighten in anticipation. “You think you can handle being in charge?”

“Yeah, I do.” Adam smiled down at him and Ronan smiled back.

“Impress me then,” he said.

“First we go upstairs to your bed,” Adam whispered hotly in his ear.

Ronan shivered even as the heat pooled in his groin. “And then?”

“And then I’m going to undress you. And get you ready. And then I’m going to fuck you.”

“Fuuuck,” Ronan agreed, shivering again when Adam sucked his earlobe quickly.

“Let’s go.”

Adam stood up and offered him a hand. Ronan just stared up at him, too turned on to even move. Adam grinned at him when he realized.

“Fuck,” Ronan said again and finally let Adam help him up.

“That’s the plan,” Adam poked him in the back to get him moving. Between Ronan’s shaky legs and Adam’s steady prodding, they made it to his room, shut the door and collapsed among the sheets and pillows still in disarray from their morning.

Adam stripped off his T-shirt and started working at his cargo shorts. He glanced over where Ronan lay watching him. “Why aren’t you getting naked?”

“You said you were going to undress me.”

Adam sighed in fake frustration. Ronan just put his arms behind his head and watched the quick but efficient strip show.

Once Adam had peeled off his socks at the edge of the bed, he crawled over Ronan. “How do I get to do this?”

“You’re the one in charge,” Ronan reminded him sweetly.

Adam rolled up Ronan’s T-shirt but it got caught on his arms. “OK Lynch, get your shirt off.”

Ronan tutted. “But that wouldn’t be keeping your promise to undress me.”

“You’re such a shithead.”

“I know,” Ronan smiled with all his teeth. Adam huffed a laugh then put his forehead down on Ronan’s chest and laughed out loud. Ronan held the back of his head and joined him.

Adam took a deep breath and attacked Ronan’s belt and fly instead. Ronan barely lifted his hips, waited until Adam was frustrated and then lifted a little, just enough to make them both laugh again.

“I can’t believe you’re being so shitty about this,” Adam informed him, dramatically tossing Ronan’s jeans behind himself.

“OK, fine, I’ll help you this once.” Ronan was more than ready to give in so he finished whipping off his clothes while Adam rummaged in the nightstand drawer.

“You really okay with this,” Adam said, holding up the lube.

“Definitely.” Ronan leaned over and kissed him. Adam turned so he had a better angle and held Ronan’s shoulder and neck. Ronan wrapped his arms around Adam’s back and pulled him closer.

After a thoroughly satisfying kiss, Ronan lay back as Adam gently pushed him down.

“I said I’d get you ready too.”

“Yeah you did.”

Adam nodded as Ronan grabbed a pillow and propped his pelvis up. “Come on, Parrish. Don’t mess this up now.”

Adam shook his head and chuckled. He kissed Ronan’s belly, right beside his happy trail and nuzzled his way downward. Then his lips drifted to the other side with featherlight kisses and a soft finger trailing down toward Ronan’s hardening cock.

Ronan shut his eyes, tried to hold it in, tried even harder then exploded with a “HA!” just as Adam’s lips whispered over the join of his hip and groin.

“What the hell Lynch?”

Ronan let out a noise he didn’t even know he could make.

And Adam laughed at him.

“You fucker, that tickles,” Ronan grumbled. “Touch me harder.”

Adam laughed again, but he obliged, cupping Ronan’s hip in his hand while he sucked a mouthful of soft skin on the opposite groin.

Ronan whimpered.

“Better?”

“Much.” Ronan looked down his body to see the bright blue eyes looking back at him. “You may proceed.”

Adam shook his head and they both laughed. “You’re such a dick.”

Ronan gestured. “I’m not but I have one and it’s right there.”

“You think you’re funny.”

“You’re the one laughing.”

“I guess I have a bad sense of humor too.”

“Good thing we don’t have to inflict it on anyone other than each other.”

“Probably safer that way,” Adam agreed.

“All right, Parrish. No more tickling. Just more fucking.”

“Got it.” Adam’s grin was still big as he leaned down to suck the tip of Ronan’s cock into his mouth.

All humor went right out of Ronan’s head as Adam got down to business. Ronan thought muzzily that Adam always had to be an overachiever because he was too damn good at sucking cock while his nimble fingers slicked into Ronan in ways that were all too incredible.

Ronan let the pleasure wash him along and it was too soon before he had to concentrate on holding back his orgasm. He reached down to Adam, carded his fingers through his hair, and said, “Let’s get this show on the road, boss.”

Adam pulled off his cock and looked up at him. “What did you just say?”

Ronan was so captivated by the redness of Adam’s lips, the spit shining on his chin that he actually forgot what he said. Then he remembered what he wanted next. “I’m ready.”

But Adam was already cackling softly. “Did you just call me boss?”

“Noo, I just meant, come on and fuck me before I lose it.”

Adam didn’t remove his fingers, but as he rubbed right over Ronan’s prostate, Ronan had to grind his teeth to hold back. Adam noticed it and smiled.

“Got it. Let’s go.”

Ronan let Adam maneuver him, not for teasing this time, but because he felt wound so tight, so heavy with anticipation of even more pleasure until Adam slid between his thighs and pushed into him.

“Is this show on the road enough for you, employee?” Adam asked softly.

“What the... What the actual fuck?” Ronan stared up at him in absolute confusion.

Adam smirked and Ronan realized what he’d said and then he couldn’t help it. He held onto Adam and started laughing, Adam’s back shaking from restraining his own laughter.

Even as Ronan couldn’t believe they were laughing at something so stupid during sex, the motion did something, somehow pushed Adam into him differently and Ronan felt him deep, his own body twitching to accept him.

“God, you feel good,” Ronan finally groaned.

“Can I move now?” Adam asked, leaning forward even more.

“Yesss. Just don’t fall off the bed.”

“Fucker,” Adam whispered and pulled back out to thrust.

It may have driven Ronan out of his mind because all he could do was wrap his arms and legs around every piece of Adam he could and take it. He knew he babbled something and Adam’s mouth brushed over his in a breathless attempt at kissing, but Ronan just clung tighter.

He could feel Adam’s thrusts come slower and Ronan tilted up to meet him until Adam shook apart and came. Ronan couldn’t get his breath back and was thankful a moment later when Adam slid his hand between them and started pumping his cock.

It didn’t take long. Ronan came with a shout, his entire body tensing and then falling suddenly into total relaxation, every muscle suddenly intensely loose. He didn’t even flinch when Adam pulled out of him and slid off the bed.

He felt like his brain was finally coming back online when Adam gingerly wiped his cum off his stomach with a wet washcloth and then gently probed between his legs.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he lifted one heavy arm to ruffle Adam’s hair.

“You’re welcome.”

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Ronan was just aware enough to ask.

“I’m just realizing that I fucked you so hard that politeness came out.”

It was a long beat until Ronan caught on. He spluttered “The fuck, Parrish?”

Adam joined his laughter and lay down beside and partly on him. Ronan brought his arm up and around him to hold him always closer.

“You’re the shithead.”

Adam hmmed happily. “As long as we’re shitty together.”

“Always, Parrish.”

Here is the Prompts List that got my blog a Mature label.

[rainbow-0bsidian]

@otherworldsivelivedin continues to feed us well

Finished my Raven Cycle reread, I am slayed. I have so many feelings and thoughts and threads of passages that may or may not be foreshadowing for GW, but for now I am happy in my TRK post-epilogue haze.

Except.

Except. Can we talk about this line from chapter 61?

(The raven king spoilers ahead)

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Were they just making out in the Beemer while Gansey’s off having an existential crisis?

Did they follow the Fisker off the highway to the rest stop, watch Gansey get out, and Blue and Henry stay behind, watch Gansey move out of view.

Were they just sitting there feeling shit, because Glendower was dead and the Demon was unmaking Cabeswater and the only way to make it stop was a sacrifice; a willing death for an unwilling one.

Who moved first? How did it happen?

“What now, Parrish?” Ronan asked, because the silence was killing him and Adam always knew what to do.

“We could… make out?”

[daleyposts]

idk if ur still taking fic prompts but dream thieves era ronan/kavinsky???

My dude I am so sorry for how late this is. The Rovinsky is implied, sorry ;.;

I hope you still like it tho!

Here it is on ao3 - 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22842670/chapters/55363879#workskin

Kavinsky tossed the can of cheap beer he had just finished chugging, and Ronan watched as it arched across the headlights of the Evo.

"I keep fucking telling you that you'll never be able to really dream unless you have someone to properly fucking teach you," Kavinsky said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You wanna be my Obi-Wan or something?" Ronan sneered, eyeing the discarded beer can. He would have to pick it up before they left, if only because he had a feeling Sargent would somehow find out about the littering and give him a lecture. He didn't put it past her psychic relatives to have the ability to know about something so spectacularly mundane.

"Sure," K drawled, making the single syllable word long and dripping with lust. Ronan couldn't figure out how he did it, but was determined to learn the trick himself. "But you're way more of an Anakin than a Luke."Ronan whipped his head away from the can to glare at Kavinsky.

"Fuck you, I'm Han, obviously."

"Nah, you're Anakin. It suits you, you're both whiny bitches. And, y'know, Anakin was totally getting fucked by Obi-Wan, and you were the one who brought up him."

Ronan barked out a disbelieving laugh and flipped K off. It didn't do much beyond drawing a nasty grin from the other boy, but somehow, Ronan takes it as a victory. But it was a hollow victory, he knew. He thought, then, of Pyrrhus, and Plutarch, and 'Another such victory, and I am undone.'.

Undone. What his undoing would would mean, death or loss or freedom or something altogether more frightening, he didn't know, and, because he was honest, he could admit he didn't think he cared.

He blinked, at K was right in front of his face, the suddenness of his appearance startled him and he stumbled back before he could stop himself.

"You think too much, princess," Kavinsky cooed, not bothering to hide his glee at Ronan's reaction.

"Fuck you!" Ronan growled, swiping K's hand away from where he was trying to pat Ronan's shaved head.

Kavinsky sighed, "That response is starting to get old."

Ronan was tired suddenly. Of Kavinsky. Of the barbs they spewed at each other. Of trying and dreaming a solution to Gansey's problem. Of Adam's hollow look. Of Noah's trembling in and out of corporeality. Of Declan, always of Declan.

Mostly, he was tired of himself.

Kavinsky leaned in again, invading his personal space, and this time Ronan didn't flinch away or push him back.

[kelliealtogether]

17! 🧪 🥼 🧫

[30 incredibly specific aus.]

17. i can excuse unethical science but I draw the line at skirting lab safety. you cannot be eating rn

Emma, I'm sorry this took so long! Also, this isn't exactly eating in the lab, but it does involve food, and it's more hysterical science, not unethical, but this is where my imagination took me. It's 100% dialogue, something I've wanted to play with for a while, and I very much hope you like it. Love you. 😘

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean no. You're not coming in with all that."

"Sorry to break the news to you, Parrish, but it's my lab, too. You can't–Oh. Real mature. Block the door."

"You're not coming in, Lynch."

"I can move you."

"Didn't work so well for you last time."

"That was your fault."

"Was it?"

"Parrish."

"You're not–Did your bag just croak?"

"You're half deaf. You're hearing things that aren't there."

"Lynch. Ronan. No. You are not bringing her in here."

"She needs to be fed every two hours. I have to."

"That means you have her food, too. No, Ronan. You're not bringing a raven and a bag of macerated crickets and worms into the lab."

"Only you would call them macerated. Just say mashed like everyone else."

"I'll call them macerated when I'm the one doing the macerating."

"Such a goddamn pedant. What's that face for? Don't make that face. You are."

"You can make fun of me all you want, Lynch. You're not getting in the lab."

"Oh, come on. You need my help, Parrish."

"Yeah, I do. But not enough to let you in with a bird and mashed–God, you're so smug–bugs that will potentially jeopardize testing."

"You need me, though. I know the ICP-MS a hell of a lot better than you do."

"Because you jerry rigged it with a carrier gas of indeterminate origin so you could test your piss after you drank Goldschläger because–I think this is your exact wording–nothing gold can stay."

"My stance is that it was a successful experiment. Nothing gold did stay."

"It's a seventy thousand dollar instrument–"

"Used instrument."

"It's a seventy thousand dollar refurbished instrument that periodically doesn't work because of your successful experiment."

"Yeah, you like to periodically remind me of that. I told you I’d pay for service and IQ/OQ."

"Take her home, Lynch."

"Adam."

"Take her home, Ronan. I'm not risking sample or test contamination with mashed bugs or fecal–�� 

“Just say poop like everyone else.”  

“You’re puerile.” 

“You laughed, didn’t you?” 

“Doesn’t negate that you’re puerile. Look, I know you want to get in here, but right now you’ll help more by taking her home. We want to get these assholes that dumped mining waste near her nest and gave every other living thing in the area lead poisoning. It’s not going to help if our analysis is brought into question because there was a corvid and her macerated crickets hanging out in the lab.” 

“Jesus shit. Fine. But you tell her she can’t come in.” 

“Ronan, I’m not–Hi. Hi, Chainsaw. It’s nice to see you, too. Ronan shouldn’t have brought you–” 

“Maligning me to the bird. Nice, Parrish.” 

“Go to hell. See if I appease you again.” 

“You said that last time and then you put your mouth–” 

“Take her home, Ronan.” 

“Fine. Text–No, email me the results. Graphs and raw data.” 

“I will.” 

“If the nebulizer fucks around again–” 

“I’ll FaceTime you.” 

“Okay. Tamquam.” 

“Alter idem.” 

[heavensenthale]

Hiii :)

Ronan and Adam:

(Ronan pov)

"He was so beautiful, I think I might have made him up..."

oh idk if this is what you were picturing but I swear this came to me in a vision.

also it turned out waaaay longer than I intended? oops? btw thanks for kicking my ass out of the writer's block <3

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"He was so beautiful. I think I might’ve made ‘im up."

Someone chuckles softly somewhere in the room. (He is in a room? Why is it spinning like the dryer?) He knew that sound, but he couldn't place it. Ronan tries to open his eyes but his eyelids were as heavy as lead; it was an impossible task and he gave up soon. He keeps talking, unsure if a second or a minute or ten has passed. "One day I looked- I looked at Adam and he was so bright, like the, like the sun."

"Really? What was he doing?" The person holding a cup to his lips has a gentle, rich voice. Ronan could've sworn this is not the first time he’s heard it, nor it will be the last. He feels drool dribble down his chin but his arms are too heavy to wipe at the corner of his mouth. As if the person next to him could read his mind, they wipe his face with a swift, practiced movement. “So, tell me about it.”

"He was workin’ on the Camaro, all sweaty and gross and- and so beautiful I thought I was gon’ die."

keep reading on ao3

[magicienetreveur]

19 or 21 from the meet cute prompts? 💛 Congrats on the follower milestone and especially on your new place to live! 💖💖

Hi! Here's chapter one of a fic for you. More to come. :)

For the prompt: "You see your favorite book on their desk during class and ask them about it afterwards."

(This is the Matilda-related fic I posted a snippet of FOUR MONTHS AGO. Whoops.)

Five good things about Ronan Lynch and one bad one

[chubbydino]

anon asked: Ooh how about Adam distracting Ronan with kisses when Ronan is on a call or something? Thanks in advance ❤

((have some married!pynch~))

“It’s under Lynch,” Ronan said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was huddled at the kitchen table, morning sunlight painting his shoulders. Adam could see the exhaustion in his eyes as he sipped his coffee across from him, trying to hear what was being said on the other end of the line.  

“It was light blue,” Ronan said. “Two tiers. Like halfway through the lookbook thing.”

Adam watched the way Ronan’s fingers picked at the peeling lacquer of the wood. It was another thing they needed to fix—that Adam should fix, really, but even working from home most of the week now, he still hadn’t found the time.

They had been living together since the summer after senior year in high school. Adam hadn’t thought much would change just because they had a legal document that said they were married, but everything was different now.  Everything was theirs.

Adam Parrish was now Adam Lynch, for one. Ronan still called him Parrish sometimes, but only when he was stressed.

“They don’t have the cake, Parrish,” Ronan said over the blaring hold music. He scrubbed his face with the hand not holding the phone.

Adam frowned. He didn’t think Gansey would actually be upset that they didn’t have a cake from Royal’s, but he knew it was important to Ronan to bring a kickass cake to the party. He’d been feeling left out since Gansey’s wedding. Namely because Ronan had gotten himself kicked out of the reception for drinking enough whiskey to think punching Mr. Gray was a good idea. To be fair, Adam hadn’t told him it wasn’t.

But it did make it difficult to get invited to Gansey-Sargent gatherings.

That wasn’t fair, in Adam’s opinion. Ronan had been Gansey’s family much longer than Blue had. Gansey hated the state of things, and his peace offering had been that Ronan got to bring his birthday cake, a tradition usually reserved for Mrs. Gansey.

Adam set down his tablet (Ronan referred to it as his “expensive-ass newspaper reader”) and stood from his bench. Ronan slumped onto the table as Adam rounded the corner, but stiffened when Adam’s lips met the cool skin of his neck.

His hands moved over Ronan’s sun-warmed shoulders, gently working at the knots there. Extracurriculars at Harvard had been just posh enough that slipping in some massage therapy classes hadn’t been difficult to tack onto his course load. In fact, they were some of the most useful classes he’d taken. His husband had a hatred for letting strangers near him and a lot of tight muscles.

Of course, Adam planted plenty of kisses along the way to help, and this morning was no exception. His lips feathered at the nape of Ronan’s neck, around the side to where Ronan pinned his face with his shoulder. Ticklish. Adam grinned and kept right on going.

There was a crackle from his phone, and Ronan jostled, but Adam didn’t relent.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the woman on the phone said. “What did you say your name was again?”

“Ronan Lynch,” Ronan said in a strangled voice.

“Yes, well.” The woman paused for a long moment. “We don’t have an order under that name. You said you placed it last Thursday?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know who you spoke to?”

“A fucking per—” Adam nipped at his jaw and Ronan swallowed. “I spoke to a nice lady.”

“Hm.” There was shuffling on the line.

“Ask her if there was an order placed on Saturday,” Adam whispered.

“Fuck off, I ordered it Thursday,” Ronan whispered back.

He moved his lips to Ronan’s ear. “Ask her, babe.”

He felt Ronan shiver and his skin turn to gooseflesh under Adam’s fingers.

Ronan cleared his throat. “Hey, you got an order placed on Saturday under Lynch?”

“Let me…oh, yes. Is there an Adam there? Adam Lynch?”

It was still strange to hear his new name, but Ronan swelled at the sound of it. “Yeah.”

“Yes! Light blue buttercream frosting with white piping. Yes, yes, that one is ready.”

Adam smiled as Ronan’s arm hooked around the back of his thigh and held him in place.

“Thanks,” Ronan said. “I’ll pick it up in an hour.”

Adam’s teeth grazed Ronan’s ear.

“Actually, make that two.”

[marmelade-sky]

writing update

hello guys,  seeing all the notes on old fics is making me really happy; knowing that my writing distracts some of you, even if it’s just for a little, is good. 

Because of that, I have two announcements: 

1) I’m opening my ask box to prompts again! For the following fandoms: All For The Game, The Raven Cycle, A Darker Shade of Magic and Critical Role! However, this time around I’m not doing any nsfw prompts, so please respect that. Also, please respect that I might not fill your prompt if it contains something that I, personally, am uncomfortable with writing.

2) I’m working on the continuation of my aftg kid!AU series, The Kids Are Alright (Now). I can’t say for sure when the next part will be ready for posting, but when it is, I will update you guys on here. It will definitely be soon.

Please stay safe, stay home, and wash your hands. 

Love, marmeladesky 

(also feel free to reblog this to spread it- more prompts = more content)

[astudyinfreewill]

anyways! i need some positive energy to counteract the anger (and i guess we could all use some positive vibes in these times anyway), so i’m opening my inbox for a while to happy, fluffy, or even just heartwarming drabble prompts.

as usual i can’t promise to fill every one of them but i’m gonna do my best! <3

[blueseyforthesoul]

Bluesey, 99. “I fell in love with you, not them.”

Fluffy angst anyone? Brought to you by the fact that I nearly cried for no reason at work today several times!

~~~

They had spent the evening surrounded by money. People trying to curry favor with him — or more often his family through him — and ignoring Blue.

Each time someone had approached the pair of them, Gansey dutifully introduced her.

“This is my girlfriend, Blue Sargent.”

They would nod and make some small remark and then ignore her completely. He had tried to include her in the conversations but they had all moved deftly around his guidance and on to the topics they really wanted to discuss.

By the time they sat down in the Pig afterwards, Gansey could feel the anger radiating off Blue. She was staring out the window, fists clenched in the lap of her homemade skirt. He didn’t put the key in the ignition.

“I’m sorry.”

She looked at him and blinked.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. They were awful to you. And—“

“Gansey,” she cut him off. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I should have, I don’t know, told them off.” He rubbed his eye for something to do. “Something. You were there as my guest and I was a horrible host.”

Her shock faded into softness and she gently took his hand. “You were doing the best you could. I don’t expect you to change society overnight so you can bring your eccentric girlfriend to a fancy party. And I got to spend time with you. It’s okay.”

“You sure you don’t wanna go date someone more normal?” He laughed, self-deprecating. “Someone who’ll take you home to a nice three bedroom house and meet their parents on a threadbare couch?”

“Who are these sudden suitors I have?” Blue said with a laugh. “I don’t want some other person. I want you.”

Gansey rubbed his eye again, trying to ward off tears. He didn’t even know why he was crying. He was just so overwhelmed and Blue should be able to be angry without worrying about his feelings.

“Stop rubbing your eye, you’ll dislodge your contact,” she said, seemingly just for something to stay. He dropped his hand to the steering wheel and stared at it for a long moment.

“You were so angry,” he said at last.

“Not at you.”

“But I come with them. You could—,”

“I fell in love with you, not them,” she cut him off. “Not your family or the people who want things from them. Not the supposed suitors I could have instead. You. I love you, Gansey. Nothing is going to change that.”

He smiled through the tears and she squeezed the hand she was holding.

“Let’s go home,” he said firmly and she grinned at him.

“Home,” she agreed.

[zephfair]

Love your fics so much!! I'm a softie so i would love it if we'd get a real soft/funny one again 😇 maybe pynch going to the carnival and ronan fucking everything up until they are finally in the ferris wheel or so? 🤣🙏🏻 i love everything you write though, it was just an idea 😊

Hello, Beautiful Anon! Thank you so much for reading my stuff, and I’m very happy that you enjoy it! Here’s a little something for you that I really hope is soft and funny!😘💖

I haven’t revisited the guys from my crack-filled baby Will You Accept This Rose? But this prompt reminded me of a scene from there and a little daydream that Ronan had. So it’s an AU in that world, set in the summer after they’re on The Bachelorette.

There was something wrong with Adam. Ronan wouldn’t say that he was the most perceptive person, but he was reasonably sure that Adam was annoyed and not having a good time, and Ronan honestly didn’t know what he’d done wrong.

They’d been living happily ever after, enough, since The Bachelorette had filmed and even more happily in public since it aired. Things weren’t perfect, but Ronan was cautiously optimistic that they’d make it, or at least, they’d be together, ‘til death did them part, if he had his way.

He’d thought it would be fun to take Adam back to Virginia for a long weekend, not only to show him the Barns but mostly because he—Adam, that is, not Ronan because he, Ronan, certainly did not care if he ever saw Blue and her fiendish family again—would get to spend time with Blue and her diabolical mothers and cousins.

When Gansey, Blue and Henry found out about the plan, they’d excitedly decided to take off and join them, although Ronan was positive that they needed very little excuse to visit Henrietta.

That relationship was still going strong and heavy, even though Ronan had zero interest and didn’t care at all what the threesome was up to, and he’d deny being the first to check the group chat any time one of them had a thought they just had to share.

So the first day had gone fine, even though Adam confided in Ronan that he just wasn’t fully comfortable being back in Virginia. Ronan knew the broad reason why, didn’t have to question anything about Adam’s former family, reassured Adam that they’d stick to Blue’s crazy family home or the bed and breakfast so there’d be no risk of him running into anyone he didn’t want to see.

But then Ronan had a bright idea and asked the three stooges if he could have Adam to himself on Saturday afternoon, so they relented.

Ronan’s bright idea was the Rockingham County Fair, a week-long celebration of local livestock, youth farming and greasy fried foods supplemented with games and carnival rides. His family had usually visited one day a year, and Ronan had run from stall to stall goggling at the animals then begging Aurora for food and Niall for a ride on the Krazy Karts.

Those were happy memories, of which Ronan didn’t always have a lot. He treasured in particular the one year he’d goaded Dicklan into eating a daring amount of various colored cotton candies and then taken to the swirling teacups, ending in Dicklan spewing a veritable rainbow of spew. Too bad Matthew had been a sympathetic vomiter and ended up doing the same, crying until Aurora declared they’d had enough and were going home.

The staged date during Blue’s season of The Bachelorette had reminded Ronan of a very weak version and made him long for the hot, humid authenticity of the county fair.

So, he’d thought that Adam would enjoy it just like he always had. He’d been trying since they started dating to fill in the gaps in Adam’s education of guilt-free fun, and the county fair seemed like just the thing.

But Adam was pissy from the time Ronan joined him in the car outside the B&B.

“You’re wearing that,” Adam said, eyeballing Ronan’s tank top and torn jeans.

“Yeah. You look very handsome too,” Ronan said, grinning at him and leaning over for a kiss, but Adam turned his face in time so he only smacked his lips on smooth, shaven cheek.

“Lynch, where are we going?”

“Told you, it’s a surprise,” was all Ronan continued to say until they were parking in one of the fields around the fairgrounds.

“The county fair,” Adam stated in a very calm, very inflectionless tone that Ronan had learned to be wary of.

“We always had so much fun here as kids. I thought you’d have a blast.”

Adam got out of the car and slammed the door. Ronan got out and joined him cautiously. Adam was just standing, shading his eyes from the hot sun, glaring out at the chaos of the fair.

“Adam?” Ronan finally asked quietly, wanting to reach out but afraid that Adam would rebuff his touch.

“You told me we were going somewhere nice.”

“Well,” Ronan gestured broadly at the scene in front of them. “It is nice.”

“I asked you how I should dress for your surprise destination, and you told me, and I quote, ‘I’m taking you somewhere really fucking nice, Parrish.’”

“That does sound like me,” he admitted.

Adam rounded on him. “So I dressed like this because I thought we were going somewhere a lot fancier.”

Ronan looked up and down his freshly pressed khakis, blue-checked button-down short-sleeve shirt, and nice shiny brown shoes. “And you look great.”

“And you look like a damn carny yourself,” Adam gritted out.

“You’re gorgeous,” Ronan insisted, stepping closer and slowly reaching out a hand to go around Adam’s waist, but Adam made his fear a reality and stepped away.

“Come on then, Lynch. Let’s do this,” and he stalked toward the gates. Ronan shrugged off his disappointment and followed.

To his surprise, Adam didn’t even put up a token protest at the gate, let Ronan pay for admittance and buy a buttload of tickets for the rides and games.

The fair was crowded since it was a weekend, and after a brief glare from Adam, Ronan shrugged and led them toward the midway, dodging around kids and hurrying past old people.

Usually when they walked, Adam was right beside him so Ronan would take his hand or put his arm around his waist. But now, Adam hung a step behind. When Ronan stopped, he caught up, but kept his distance even when Ronan held out his hand, feeling like a child reaching out to a parent for a loving gesture.

“Why won’t you hold my fucking hand?” Ronan asked, stunned by the rejection.

Adam stepped closer long enough to hiss, “We’re in rural buttfuck Virginia. You can’t just walk around holding another man’s hand.”

“Why the fuck not?” Ronan asked, honestly bewildered for a moment.

Adam rolled his eyes and started walking. “You live in your own fantasyland, Lynch.”

“What the fuck?” Ronan said, just loud enough for a passing mother to shoot him a glare worthy of Adam.

Ronan shuffled after him as Adam practically stomped down the midway, glancing at then spurning one game booth after the other. Ronan finally grabbed his shoulder, but let go as soon as Adam spun on him, and said meekly, “Let’s play a game.”

“These are all rigged. You’re never going to win anything.”

“Let me try,” Ronan all but begged and pushed from his mind the thought that he sounded like he was wheedling a parent.

He remembered the fake fair on the show, when Blue was being wooed and all the men were vying for her attention by winning the games and presenting her with the prizes.

One look at Adam’s thunderous face, and Ronan knew it would take a lot of woo to change his mood.

“What about this one?” Ronan gestured to the nearest one.

Adam sniffed and made no attempt to lower his voice. “All those goldfish are dead,” he announced, and one little kid who was throwing ping-pong balls at the fishbowls burst into tears.

Ronan grabbed Adam’s elbow and escorted him down a couple booths. “How about this? I can throw a baseball.”

“Those bottles are rigged and weighted so they won’t fall over. You’re just wasting your money.”

The carnival employee now joined in the glares at him and Adam, so Ronan kept them moving.

“Here. I’ll buy a ticket for the raffle—”

“That’s just gambling, Lynch. You're wasting money because the house always wins.”

“All right,” Ronan said slowly, backing away from another group of angry looking employees. “Why don’t we go check out the rides?”

But Adam wasn’t interested in any of the carnival rides. As they slowly wandered past, he tutted at the Krazy Karts, poo-poohed at the Whiplash, and openly called into question the safety inspections that enabled any of the rides, especially the Scrambler, to operate legally.

Luckily for Ronan, the ride operators weren’t close enough to hear him complain about how unsafe they looked, although a few people waiting in the lines looked at each other and then left.

Ronan face-palmed while Adam was stalking toward the Pirate Ship to flay it with his scorn. There was something very wrong with Adam, and not only did Ronan not know what it was, now he was scared to ask.

They’d walked through most of the carnival side of the fairgrounds when Ronan smelled his savior—delicious frying dough.

He hurried in front of Adam and tried to steer him toward the food booths. “Let’s get something to eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” Adam informed him.

“C’mon, I want to buy you a funnel cake.”

“I don’t want any damned fried foods.”

“How about a hot dog? Ice cream? Cotton candy?”

“No.”

Ronan sighed. “I need a drink. I’m getting a homemade lemonade.”

Adam didn’t say anything as Ronan stood in line for two ice-cold drinks, but stood in the shade of one of the pavilions, arms crossed over his chest, angry at the world in general and, apparently, Ronan in particular.

He did accept the lemonade, and he deigned to sit at a picnic table while Ronan scarfed down some fries.

“I know the food looks shitty, but it’s really good. They have a great barbecue sandwich. I’d be happy to get—”

“No, Lynch” and that was that.

Some very loud exhaust and engine noises began to draw Ronan’s attention from the near distance. “I, uh, think there’s a tractor-pull today, if you want?”

“No, I do not want.”

When Ronan took his last fry, he brushed off his hands and said, “There weren’t any tickets for the concert tonight, but it’s some shitty country band. But if—”

“No.”

Ronan sighed. There were just the animal barns left, and they would’ve seen entire the fair at record speed. The evening wasn’t going anything like he’d planned, but he didn’t know what to do to change it.

“Do you, uh, wanna see the animals and shit? And then we’ll go?”

Adam at last seemed to relent a little. “I guess we can see some animals shit.”

“Cool,” Ronan stood then realized, “I’m going to the portapotty. I’ll be right back.”

It took a little while to find Adam after he’d pissed. Adam was waiting near one of the fair’s information stands and gazing toward the animal barns.

Ronan very carefully did not slide his arm around Adam or touch him casually like he always did. He did walk up to his good side and say, “You ready to go pet some cows and sheep?”

“Yes,” Adam said with the most beatific smile that should’ve immediately put Ronan on his guard. “You love animals, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do. They’re better than people. Well, most of them,” Ronan smiled guilelessly back.

“Good. I thought so. I signed you up for an animal-related event,” Adam’s smile slowly deepened into diabolical.

“Oh. Okay.” Ronan was shocked, but moreso that Adam had decided to participate rather than the look on his face. “Uh, what is it?”

And that was how Ronan was entered into the annual pig chase. It was an event that organizers guaranteed would not injure or harm the pig, but they made no such promises for the humans.

Ronan looked at the corral specially wetted down so the mud was thick and sloshy. He looked over at the squealing piglets that glistened with some kind of oil. He looked at Adam who was leaning on the outside of the fence, beaming beautifully.

He would do this, only for Adam.

When the whistle blew, the piglets were released into the corral where a group of children, teens and Ronan waited. The goal was simple: catch a piglet and carry it successfully to the gate.

The reality was much more brutal. The piglets ran and cut and squealed in all directions. The humans tried to run, then fell, then barely got to their feet before slipping again into the squelching mud.

Ronan swore under his breath as he dove for one piglet slowing down, but it stopped and he overshot, diving to the mud face-first. He never even got a finger on the tiny pink back.

He rolled over, struggled to his feet and tried again. The kids were screaming, the teenagers were hooting and hollering, and the piglets were having the times of their lives in the filth.

“You sliding, slippery little mud fucker,” Ronan told another piglet as he got his hands around its belly, only for it to squirt out of his grip and land safely in the mud to go on its way.

“Language!” a familiar voice yelled from the sideline. Ronan looked up and rubbed some sweat off his forehead as he found Adam—Adam who had his cell phone pointed directly at Ronan. Ronan was sure he was filming, so he gave him the finger. Several parental-looking people yelled at him then.

He went back to the chase, but both the humans and pigs were definitely slowing down, and Ronan didn’t even swear when a piglet swerved away from him right as he leaned down, making him fall on his side in the mud again.

Finally, a wiry little girl who looked suspiciously clean compared to the rest of them managed to capture a piglet and carry it, struggling, up to the gate. She was declared the winner, and the rest of them were allowed to leave the corral with as much pride as they could muster, and as much mud as they could carry.

Adam was still beaming when Ronan climbed over the fence beside him. “Oh Lynch, that was a sight I’ll never forget.”

Ronan looked down at his mud-soaked clothes and the brown streaks already drying on his arms and chest. “Joke’s on you. You have to smell me the rest of the night.”

Adam’s smile fell just a little. Then a fair organizer hurried over and bustled them away to an area set up behind the nearby barns. There were several faucets and the race participants were splashing away happily.

Ronan waited his turn and did what he could with the cool water and a tiny sliver of soap someone handed him. When he turned Adam was holding something out. “That nice lady gave this to you.”

Ronan stripped off his tank top and threw it right into the trash. Then he opened the bright purple T-shirt bragging “I’m a Big Oink, I Squealed in the 96th Annual Pig Chase, Rockingham Co. Fair.” Ronan closed his eyes against the monstrosity and breathed a silent prayer for patience then dragged it on.

At least his humiliation at the tiny hooves of the piglets seemed to have warmed Adam to him. It was Adam who suggested they visit the 4H barns where they admired cows, horses, goats and sheep, since Ronan had declined to see any more pigs.

Adam even smiled normally at the petting zoo, but he didn’t suggest they join in.

The sun was starting to go down when the feedback shrieks and rumbles announced that the opening band was getting ready to take the main grandstand stage.

“You sure you don’t want me to find a scalper, get some tickets for the concert?”

“Nah, I’m not a fan of country music anyway,” Adam said, as he slowed and walked beside Ronan.

Ronan sighed. “I’m really sorry.”

“About what?”

“About...everything. I’m sorry I ruined your whole day.”

Adam walked beside him in silence until they got back to the rides. “I didn’t say you ruined my day,” Adam said finally, his voice almost startling Ronan. “What do you say to one more ride and then we’ll leave?”

That did startle Ronan. “Sure. Which one?”

“You still have those tickets?” When Ronan nodded, Adam led them to the Ferris wheel, where the line was much shorter as people flocked to the grandstand.

They tucked into a car and started a slow journey to the top. Ronan leaned forward against the rail, making the cart sway mournfully. “I’m sorry I’m such a shitty date. I thought it’d be fun. I really fucked this up.”

“I wasn’t my best either,” Adam admitted. “I never wanted to come back to Virginia, and I certainly didn’t want to come to a very public fair in the very county where my parents still live. I didn’t want to ever risk coming in contact with them again, and you brought me back here, right to the busiest event in the area. Not that we ever came to the fair when I was a kid,” he said after a moment’s thought.

Ronan lay his head down on his arms on the rail. Sure, he hadn’t known exactly what town Adam was from, but he couldn’t believe he’d made such a horrible mistake.

“I’m sorry,” Ronan said. “I should’ve asked you first, or at least told you what I planned. Then you could’ve told me the problem, and we could’ve avoided all of this.”

“Or I could’ve just come out and told you before we even got to Virginia,” Ronan thought he saw Adam thaw a little bit. “I have pretty awful memories of this place, and I really don’t want to run into anyone that I knew before. They weren’t the ones to take kindly to someone being gay or bi on national TV.”

“Shit,” Ronan said and he suddenly understood a lot more about Adam. And if he privately vowed to never let anyone lay a finger on Adam or he’d send them to meet their maker, well, that was between him and the Lord. If Adam even flinched near a stranger, Ronan would take care of them.

“To be honest, I’ll never be thrilled to be back in Virginia, and really, nothing was going to make me happy today. Although, watching you chase that pig came close,” Adam said with a dreamy smile of remembrance. “Oh that reminds me!”

Ronan had to shut his eyes while Adam played a voice mail that was one minute straight of Blue’s uncontrollable laughter, gasping for breath, more laughing, another loud gasp and then “Oh thank you, that’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.” And Gansey’s voice saying, “I feel bad for the pig, though.”

“Which one?” Henry asked and Blue lost it again.

“It’s nice to know who your friends are,” Ronan grumbled, unsurprised that Adam had sent the video to their friends already.

Adam nudged him pointedly. “Are you considering me your friend?”

“I was until you made me wrestle that pig.”

“I made you chase and catch a pig. You did the wrestling all by yourself. And then you got beat by a little girl.” Adam laughed for the first time that day.

That sound was enough to perk Ronan back up. He sat up and took in the view around them. The sun was almost down behind the mountains, the sky a rich gold and red, with darkness slowly overtaking the brilliant colors. The din and smell of the fair was less up in the air, and the bright lights of the midway sparkled instead of looking cheap and dingy.

They’d made it to the top of the Ferris wheel and it stopped as usual so each car could have a moment at the apex.

“Thanks for coming with me anyway, Parrish. I’ll take you some place better next time.”

Adam reached over and took Ronan’s hand. “I’ll hold you to that, Lynch.”

Ronan smiled at him. Adam leaned over and kissed him. Ronan just had time to bring up a hand and cup Adam’s face before he pulled away, and the Ferris wheel moved down, letting another couple have the place of honor.

Adam was still smiling at him. “You smell like shit,” he said affectionately.

Ronan sniffed but his nose had long given up and surrendered to the olfactory onslaught. “Take me back to the B&B and shower me,” he said.

“How about we grab some pizza and ice cream, get into our nice air conditioned room, you take a long shower and then we eat?”

“Deal.”

On the way out, Adam held his hand, and squeezed until he made Ronan stop at one more stall, a BB gun game. Adam took aim and four quick zings out of five shots, he’d won.

He smiled widely and picked the big, pink, stuffed pig. Which he presented to Ronan. “So you can always remember your defeat,” he said.

Ronan sighed. He’d wash the T-shirt and put it on the pig. It seemed appropriate. And it would make Adam laugh again.

“We’re OK, Ronan,” Adam slipped his hand into Ronan’s again. “Now take me and Wilbur somewhere cool and less stinky.”

Ronan brought their hands up to kiss Adam’s knuckles and obeyed.

[daleyposts]

A prompt suggestion: A Halloween or autumn day with the gangsey or any specific characters!

Hey, sorry this is so late! I really wanted to write an Adam that loves Halloween, so your prompt was super fun to write! I hope you enjoy this Gangsey fic lol :)

It started simply enough. Earth shattering things usually did. Adam had asked a simple question. What was your favorite Halloween costume? Simple. Easy.

Not easy.

Ronan had shrugged, said, "Never really dressed up, we didn't really go trick-or-treating when I was a kid."

Gansey had said, "Oh, I never went trick-or-treating either, my parents were always busy hosting a Halloween party. But, hm, yes I think I dressed up one year? As Spider-Man, perhaps?"

Blue said, with furrowed brows, "Me neither. Too busy helping carve turnips and Halloween is one of the strongest days of the year for psychics, since the veil is so thin."

Noah, who was barely visible in the corner, but whose voice was clear when he spoke, said, "My favorite was the red Power Ranger costume."

Thank god for Noah.

"How is it," Adam began, knew his face was twisted in disbelief with a touch of dread, "That of all of us, only Noah and I had normal Halloweens?"

He could see Blue bristle at that. Her shoulders tense, and her jaw clench, and her gaze go sharp. She said, with a steely voice, "I did have normal Halloweens. Normal for me, for my family, for the traditions we observed."

"Blue," Adam groaned, "You just said you carved turnips."

"That is a little strange, you gotta admit," Noah sighed. Adam hated that his voice was now less clear, like he wasn't strong enough to keep it a steady thing.

"Actually," Gansey said, "Turnips are far more traditional than pumpkins and are an integral part, historically, of Samhain and Calan Gaeaf."

Adam brushed that aside, he knew about Calan Gaeaf and Samhain, had heard Gansey talk about the two extensively. He knew they were culturally important, knew not everyone celebrated Halloween (some for religious reasons, some for cultural reasons, some because they were just sad souls who didn't enjoy the day) but he hated the idea of his friends not experiencing a real Halloween. Over-commercialized, and belly-ache inducing candy gorging, and cheap scare's.

"Okay," Adam said, standing and dusting off the back of his pants. He had been sitting on the floor of Monmouth, and he knew how rarely either Gansey or Ronan bothered to actually clean the floor. "We're gonna go trick-or-treating, I'll take y'all to the best neighborhoods, show you the spots where they give full-size candy bars."

"Aren't we a little old for that?" Ronan groaned. He didn't manage to look as bothered by the idea as he was trying. "I know the maggot here could pass as a kid, maybe Gansey if he wears a mask and hunches a bit, but you and I are too tall."

Adam ignored Blue's indignant reply, choosing instead to start rummaging through the detritus of Monmouth to find something that would pass as costumes. He only had a few hours before the sun would set and Halloween finally begin.

He couldn't wait.

[kelliealtogether]

[30 incredibly specific aus]

@clovercanada and @werewolffeelings, you both sent in 24 for the very specific aus a very, very long time ago:

24. truth serum is stupid and this is never gonna work but the fact you believe it will makes me love you even more. wait. shit

I've been sitting on this one a while, but I was listening to The Raven King the other day and one of the scenes was when Adam mentioned his extracurricular activities, weights and the scientific method. And I had an epiphany. Ronan dreams a truth serum (funny, because he never lies), and Adam uses what he's learned in his scientific method extracurricular to figure out what it is.

Warning: Here are exactly 500 really damn dumb words.

Observation: Ronan Lynch, a dreamer, awoke the morning of Saturday, March 23rd, 2013, with a corked, glass bottle of an unknown, blue substance that is creepily close to the color of the researcher’s eyes. The bottle is labeled only VERITAS. 

Question: What is the unknown substance? 

Hypothesis: The unknown substance is a truth serum, which the researcher considers mildly amusing and vaguely concerning given Mr. Lynch’s prior claims that he never lies and the researcher has given him no reason to believe the researcher has lied to him.

Prediction: If the unknown substance is orally administered to Mr. Lynch, the researcher will be able to ascertain the nature of the substance by interviewing Mr. Lynch and asking a series of questions based on statements Mr. Lynch has made in written, dated communications. If Mr. Lynch’s responses contradict prior statements, it will be assumed that the unknown substance is a truth serum and Mr. Lynch is a liar. 

Experiment: After assembling the aforementioned communications, the researcher instructed Mr. Lynch to consume “a few drops” of the unknown substance, given its unknown duration and side effects. Mr. Lynch ignored instructions and consumed the entire bottle, claiming, “It's not gonna kill me. I dreamt it.” The researcher was not impressed. 

Interviewer: Adam Parrish (AP)

Interviewee: Ronan Lynch (RL)

Date and time: March, 23rd, 2013 10:37 AM 

Location: Ronan Lynch’s Bedroom, The Barns, Singer’s Falls, Virginia

(Start of Interview)

AP: I’ll begin with a control question. 

RL: I’m getting something on the record first. 

AP: Really, Ronan?

RL: Yeah. I’m an unwilling participant. That’s the truth. Experiment over.

AP: It’s not. That’s not how this works. Back to the control question. 

RL: Hit me. 

AP: What is your favorite physical trait of mine? 

RL: Your hands. 

AP: I can confirm that’s true. Now the experiment questions. First question: What were your plans for last night?

RL: Get you here, get you naked, fuck around. 

AP: Though the note you left on my apartment door yesterday reads Dinner. Barns. 9:00 PM?

RL: Yes, Parrish. Even though the note I left reads Dinner. Barns. 9:00 PM. 

AP: So that was a lie? 

RL: Not a lie. A ruse.

AP: You succeeded. 

RL: You liked it. 

AP: I have no comment. Next question: What’s your opinion of my ass?

RL: What ass? You don’t have one.

AP: This contradicts an email dated March 18th. You wrote, Jesus shit, your ass, followed by three flame emojis. For the record, this was sent to my Aglionby email during my study period. 

RL: I’ve sent worse through their firewall. 

AP: […] 

RL: […]

AP: […] So you don’t like my ass?

RL: No. I love your ass. 

AP: Contrary to your previous statement. 

RL: That’s my opinion of your ass. Ask the right questions. 

AP: Okay. How about you show me how much you love it? 

(End of Interview)

Result: The substance is a truth serum. Ronan Lynch loves the researcher’s ass, but he’s still a liar.

[heavensenthale]

yes procrastinate away i love this for you! for the one sentence, five sentences:

“Want to try again?” + any ship your heart desires

sorry babe idk what this is but it made me sad 😔 it's roah time 24/7 in this blog

Send me a ship + a sentence and I'll write the next 5 (or 10 I have no self control and I loooove procrastination)

***

"Want to try again?"

Ronan looked from the TV to Noah and from Noah back to the TV with an awestruck expression. "You're fucking dead, how the fuck are you doing this?"

"It's like riding a bike, I guess."

"There was no Call of Duty when you died."

Laughter bubbled out of Noah as he made a buzzing sound, "wrong. I'd just gotten Modern Warfare when--. I'd just bought Modern Warfare and I never got to play it."

Ronan's ribcage felt tight with the reminder that Noah --Noah who he loved dearly-- was murdered, robbed of the rest of his life by a power hungry psycho who had the audacity to call himself Noah's friend.

The unfairness of it all stung with a familiarity Ronan dreaded. Not for the first time, he wished, he ached, for Gansey's King to be real, to grant them one thing before riding into the sunset or whatever undead, sleeping kings did when they woke up.

Setting the controller aside, Ronan reached for Noah's cold hand, wrapped his fingers around his pale wrist and felt for a pulse. There was nothing but silence, but he could almost swear the ley line beat inside of him.

Soon, he promised. To whom? He had no idea.

[ganseyboii]

5 for pynch mi amor?

this took FOREVER for me to post even though i’ve had it done for a few months and for that i apologize :’(

5. casually, as if you don’t mean it, trying like hell not to mean it. 

read on ao3 here

Car Crash Hearts

Adam Parrish was a boy running out of time.

Adam didn’t have time to fall in love. Meeting Blue was a fluke, an accidental happenstance. Adam was juggling three jobs, his valedictorian position, and hunting for lost kings with Gansey. He didn’t have time to factor someone new into his life, someone who would demand extra time from him, someone who would expect things of him. Adam had enough expectations of himself without someone else peering over his shoulder.

Adam Parrish also did not have time for people to fall in love with him. College was fast approaching and Adam didn’t need anyone influencing the one thing he had worked so hard to accomplish. Deciding which college to commit to was his choice. His. He didn’t want anyone attempting to influence it. For the first time in his life, Adam would be gloriously, unabashedly free. And no one was going to pull that from his grasp.

Ronan Lynch was spinning out. He felt like someone had snipped the breaks on his dead father’s BMW and he was slipping sliding across the pavement. Holding the scissors was a boy with sepia blue eyes and the uncanny ability to look exactly like he knew whatever secrets lay dormant in Ronan’s fanciful brain.

Of course, there was no way Adam could know Ronan’s secrets because if he did, there would be no way for Adam to tolerate his presence. Everyone within Henrietta city-limits knew Adam Parrish was driven and determined and not to be swayed by ideas as fanciful as love. For now, Ronan was content to kneecap his relationship with Adam as friendship, even if he wasn’t too keen on showing it himself. To show Adam friendship would be to be vulnerable, something Lynches didn’t do too well.

“What’s cooking, trailerboy?” Ronan bit out. Somewhere in his mind he was kicking himself because that was a shitty thing to say. Gansey’s face reflected his inner thoughts, which helped him push aside any regret. Adam, to his credit, didn’t even blink. He held up a fan of tarot cards for Ronan to see.

“Studying.”

“What, you need to study hokey magic tricks now, plus all the shit you gotta know for school?”

“You do realize I’m learning this shit for you, right? The cards let us talk with the ley line, so we can figure out what’s going on and keep you from getting gutted by nightmares every night!”

Rather than open his mouth and shove his foot deeper down his throat, Ronan walked away. He felt dirty. Adam had so much to focus on, he didn’t need to be dragged into Ronan’s dreamer crap.

Sitting in his room, letting Chainsaw nip at his fingers, Ronan made a decision. He was going to help.

—

“What are you doing here, Lynch?” Adam’s tired voice asked. Ronan stood in his doorway, looking like the personification of a sharp retort.

“I’m here to help, dumbass.”

Adam watched, dumbfounded as Ronan folded himself inside of his matchbox apartment and made himself comfortable on Adam’s bed.

Ronan didn’t help.

Or maybe, he thought he was, but all he did was sit on Adam’s bed, snarked about the room, and conjugated a few Latin verbs.

It wasn’t a week of Ronan’s presence did Adam realize he was helping. In his own chaotic Ronan way, Ronan seemed to dissolve the stress Adam felt. Whenever Ronan was in the room, he felt electric, wide awake and fully charged. He didn’t feel stressed about the three quizzes he had the next day. Every time he began to spiral, Ronan would shove down his fears with a stupidly simple solution.

“What are you so pinched about?” Ronan asked. Adam was in the middle of a breakdown. His head in his hands, he sat, just barely containing the shaking of his body.

“I don’t know, Ronan, maybe it’s just that I have two quizzes in Latin, an oral exam in English on the book I haven’t read yet, work tomorrow, a final exam the next day–”

“Parrish, you speak Latin like a second language. That’s not the top of your stress list. Read as much of the book as you can and Sparknotes the rest. You’re working at Boyd’s tomorrow, right? Talk to him. Ask him to put you on desk duty or something. Even if he doesn’t, study between cars. Worst comes to worst, go home early and make up the quizzes after the final.”

Adam blinked. When Ronan broke it down like that, things seemed simpler. Ronan stayed up late with him, soaking up all the stress in the room.

Weeks passed and Ronan still instilled himself in the corner of Adam’s bed. One night, it got rough. Adam was tired, overworked, and in a pisspoor mood. This night, Ronan’s biting comments lodged under his skin and the weight of having someone else in the room was suffocating. Finally, Adam had enough.

“Why the fuck are you here, Ronan?”

“What crawled up your ass and died, Parrish?”

Adam smacked his head on his desk and groaned.

“Ronan,” Adam muttered. “Please. Please, just tell me why you’re here so you can get what you want and leave.” The room felt like a cavern. Empty and hollow and sounding like a thousand potential echoes.

“I love you,” Ronan bit out, in the casual way only a Lynch could pull off while revealing his greatest secret. It was as if he didn’t mean it. Or was trying like hell not to.

“What?” This time, the room felt like an unopened box, full of a thousand and one possibilities.

“Forget it, Parrish, I don’t want to fuck things up for you.”

“No, Ronan, what? Repeat what you just said.”

Ronan rolled his eyes mightily and leaned back against Adam’s wall. “I love you.”

Adam sighed, standing. He approached Ronan like he was about to hit him and Ronan began to brace himself. Lynches never allowed people free punches, but Ronan wouldn’t raise a hand toward Adam for anything.

Adam sat down across from Ronan, the bed dipping and creaking with the new weight, and they studied each other.

“Say it one more time.”

Ronan did not allow himself to feel hope. Especially in matters concerning Adam Parrish. But for once in his fast-paced, car crash life, a small spark of something flared in his chest.

“I love you.”

Adam leaned in. Ronan stood stock-still. Adam pressed his lips gently to Ronan’s. For one horrible, nightmare moment, all Ronan could do was sit there, soft and pliable in front of Adam. Then, all at once, the NOx flooded through Ronan’s veins and his engine was kicked into superspeed. He responded, enthusiastically, maybe too much so. Their teeth clacked awkwardly and they couldn’t figure out the right angle to keep their noses, but it was the best kiss Ronan had ever been given (not that he’d been given all that many).

When they pulled away, Adam laughed softly, burying his head in Ronan’s shoulder. Ronan reached out a hand to clasp gently at Adam’s back, fingers roving over ever bump in Adam’s spine, like he was counting, just to make sure it was real.

Ronan’s car crash life may have been spinning out of control, but Adam just so happened to be a mechanic, so maybe, in some fanciful storybook way, things would work out.