#I’m thinking about Ronan and Adam hours

[vague-homosexual-crimes]

theres something about pynch fan art when they’re both just clinging to each other like they’ll disappear if they let go

#I’m #I’m thinking about Ronan and Adam hours #and also Ronan over analyzing and over relating to Ronan hours #he so desperately wants love and to be loved and he had such an estranged relationship with Declan so for long and his parents are dead and #and he’s so in love and devoted to Adam and #‘what if I dreamt you’ #like if he lets go Adam will disappear #hhhhhhhh #ronan lynch #Adam Parrish #pynch #ronan x adam

[micamicster]

Super Rich Kids

Close my eyes and feel the crash...

I wrote this one on post-its on a trans-continental flight after my phone (where i was re-reading the raven cycle) died. 0/10 plane experience would not recommend but I did manage to entertain myself! And now hopefully you as well!

When Ronan pulled into Monmouth Manufacturing he knew Gansey wouldn’t be there. Adam Parrish was, though, sitting on the steps in the golden afternoon light, bike dumped to the side in dying grass. He didn’t so much as flicker an eyelid when Ronan bootlegged the BMW into an approximation of parking on the far side of the lot, which was fine because that’s how he would have parked the car anyway, whether or not Adam was here.

Ronan was pretty sure that Gansey had arranged a shift system with the other boys, to prevent Ronan from being unaccompanied on the rare occasions of his own absence. The idea of a babysitter should have rankled Ronan, but Adam did not seem particularly invested in his role. Small favors.

As he got out of the car he gave Adam his customary once-over, as brief as it was habitual. You could notice a lot in a single glance, if you were Ronan, glancing at Adam.

Adam was wearing long sleeves (his father? Or just because it was October?) and his faded camo pants, the ones Ronan said made him look like a jingoistic meathead. They had recently acquired a tear in one knee. Not in the stylish, deliberate manner in which Ronan’s own jeans were shredded, but awkwardly, in an L-shape, where they had caught on some jagged edge and given way before even careful Adam had noticed and unhooked himself. The tear gaped open at times, like it was doing now, revealing Adam’s knobby left knee and, worse, a triangle of his brown thigh.

Ronan looked away.

Ronan never allowed himself, even in dreams, to trespass beyond the carefully demarcated boundaries of Adam’s clothes. And Adam was usually helpful in the maintenance of this boundary. Unlike Gansey, who could be found working on his model Henrietta in boxers at all hours of the night, or wandering to and from the shower in a towel, absent-mindedly forgetting his clothes in bathroom or bedroom. Unlike the boys Ronan played tennis with, who stripped down casually in the locker room after practice. Unlike even Ronan himself, who’d never met a shirt he couldn’t rip the sleeves off; Adam was always fully covered.

This summer, foolishly, Ronan had imagined that this might change. Now that the hideous secrets Adam protected with his long sleeves were no longer his alone. But by now he knew what kept those sleeves in place, something that Adam had already understood: that knowing and seeing are two very different things.

For example: this. Ronan knew that Adam, like most people who walked around on earth under their own power, possessed thighs. Two of them, attached in the normal way to other body parts, such as knees and hips. To know this was one thing.

Now that he’d seen it, he couldn’t stop seeing it. The way his knee bent, and the muscle above shifted as Adam made room on the steps for him. Ronan was looking away, out at the familiar, grounding, skid marks on the concrete of Monmouth’s lot, but he could picture in their place with deadly accuracy the hinge of Adam’s knee, the tanned skin of his thigh, scattered with golden-brown hair. He could dream about pressing his face against it.

He picked up a rock and hurled it. It glanced off the side of the soulless suburban and fell anticlimactically into the grass dying by the rear tire. It didn’t help.

Adam shifted next to him, subtly.

“What?” said Ronan. “Impressed?”

“Surprised, more like. I thought you were supposed to be the tennis star.”

“You think you can do better?” Ronan pried another hunk of gravel or concrete out of the dirt and tossed it in his left hand, tauntingly.

“I know I can.”

“But?”

“But,” said Adam, with some hint of exasperation coloring his voice, “I’m not going to sit here chunking rocks at Gansey’s car to prove it. My ego’s not that fragile.” His accent slipped out on chunkin’, not as if Ronan had pissed him off enough to forget to hide it, but as if it was a word he’d never used any other way.

Ronan threw his rock again. This was, if anything, a worse throw than before, and it skittered harmlessly across the suburban’s roof.

Adam made a small but contemptuous noise.

“Don’t give me that shit, man. You know he hates this fucking car.”

“That was for your shitty aim.”

“Come on then.” Ronan hefted another piece of gravel. “Ten points if you knock out his taillight.”

“It costs a hundred and five dollars to replace a taillight on that make and model. Plus tax.”

Ronan’s brief cheer was collapsing again. “I’ll pay you a hundred bucks to bust Dick’s lights.”

Adam blinked slowly, his dusty eyelashes obscuring the contempt in his eyes for a brief moment. “I’ll leave.” (He wouldn’t).

Ronan dropped the rock. Next to him Adam sighed. Abruptly, he put out his hand. “Telephone pole. Six feet from the top.”

Ronan swept back up the rock and dropped it into his hand. Their fingers did not touch. His heart thudded.

Adam tossed the rock once, testing its weight while his gaze, cool and assessing, remained on the telephone pole. It was a splintered, tilting thing, shamed by his attentions. In one smooth, economical movement, he rose to his feet and let the rock fly. His leg went forward, knee jutting out of his clothes, his back curved, and his arm swept around in an arc, fingers scraping at the blue October sky. Ronan didn’t need to turn his head to know if the rock hit—he could see it in the brief hard satisfaction on Adam’s face.

Adam turned back to him, one eyebrow cocked.

“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to earn that hundred,”

Adam shrugged. The gesture was disinterested, but there was a quirk to his mouth that contradicted it. “I know nothing blew up, but…”

Ronan already had another rock in his hand. “West corner lightbulb. It breaks or it doesn’t count.” Adam rolled his eyes, but turned agreeably to watch Ronan miss.

“Would you like to get your tennis racket?”

“Eat me,” said Ronan. (Maybe).

They traded shots back and forth for a while, calling increasingly specific and complex plays.

“Bullshit. Bullshit.”

“Get the government to pay for some glasses, Parrish, and then come back and try to tell me that wasn’t a fucking bullseye—”

“It wasn’t even close! You—”

“You calling me a liar?” Ronan loomed, and Adam, as usual, was unimpressed.

“Just because you don’t lie doesn’t make you right all the time! Like when you said that quote on Tuesday was Seneca. It doesn’t stop being Martial just because you’ve got a child’s sense of morality—”

“See, right there.” Ronan pointed triumphantly at an invisible scuff mark on the doorsill, marking where his handful of gravel had made impact.

Adam gave it a skeptical glance. His face was faintly flushed from exertion in the cold air, but his eyes were as cool and considering as ever. “What we need,” he said, “is a knife.”

Ronan was not allowed knives.

~

“Are you trying to stab each other in the feet? Why are your shoes off! It’s October!”

“Equal playing field.” Ronan wiggled his toes against the cold asphalt. “Parrish’s shitty knife is no match for my boots.” Over Gansey’s head, Ronan tried to catch Adam’s eye, to share a ‘can you believe him’ sort of look. Adam’s embarrassment over being caught acting irresponsibly meant Ronan could expect the look to be rebuffed, but he couldn’t help himself from trying it anyway.

Adam was bent over, eyes hidden. He carefully dusted off his socked feet one at a time before sliding them back into his shoes, as though the socks or sneakers could look any worse. A little parking lot crud might improve their appearance, actually.

Next to him, Gansey was still fussing. Without the pressure release valve of eye contact with someone who knew Gansey was overreacting, Ronan snapped, “Come off it, man, I’m not going to slit my throat while Parrish watches. He can’t afford that caliber of snuff film.”

Gansey’s concern transformed into revulsion, but underneath it he looked hurt, which was far far worse.

Adam straightened up. “We were just using it to mark where we hit. Honestly, we could have done it tossing a sharpie, but neither of us had one.” He sounded conciliatory, which pissed Ronan off. But Gansey was letting it go, returning the knife to Adam with an apologetic smile. Sorry for the fuss. Sorry for Ronan. Ronan’s bare feet were cold against the asphalt.

“Well? Are you going to throw or not, Parrish?” he said belligerently.

Adam rolled his eyes, but obligingly stooped for gravel and let one fly at Ronan’s open bedroom window, a shot he made easily.

Gansey whistled. “You’ve got quite the arm on you. How come you’re not on the Algionby baseball team?”

Adam shifted his feet, awkwardly.

“Please,” scoffed Ronan, “he’s not a team player.”

Gansey did not let it go. “Bet you’d have a better fastball than both our pitchers.”

There was a pause, during which Adam’s face clearly showed all of the thoughts he was trying to corral into a polite response to Gansey’s unconsidered enthusiasm. Ronan got there first. “Yeah, Parrish, why not hitch your wagon to the star of organized sports, like every other rags to riches wannabe?”

“Ronan!” said Gansey, Ronan’s offensiveness registering where his own had not.

“Hitch my wagon to a star?” Adam was unruffled. “I thought quoting Transcendentalists could get you excommunicated.”

“Who said I know it’s Emerson. It’s a sourceless idiom to those of us who aren’t sad little nerds.”

Adam smirked. The smirk said, I never said Emerson. His words said, “Gansey’s damning me with faint praise. No one’s going pro out of an Algionby sport team. Even tennis.”

“Ouch,” said Ronan, cheerfully. “Hit me where it really hurts. My school pride.”

~

Now that Gansey had arrived, his plans for the day took precedence over noble pastimes such as flipping pocketknives at each other’s feet. His plans involved comparing readings from various instruments and then placing said various instruments in various new locations, all of which were equally arbitrary (to Ronan’s eyes) and inaccessible. Gansey’s plans involved him waiting by the car to monitor the readings while people hiked with antennae to the outermost reaches of the signal. People, in this instance, being Ronan and Adam, Noah having mysteriously and silently fucked off, as he so often did when a job required carrying anything.

Ronan put his head down and trudged. It was brambly here, and slightly damp, and he was beginning to work up the kind of counter-intuitive sweat that appears from working in the cold, the kind that makes you colder later.

As the person leading the hike, custom would dictate that he should catch and hold the long clinging arms of the brambles for the following hiker. This presented a dilemma. Ronan compromised, and set about stomping the multiflora into the ground as he walked. Scarlet hips burst under his feet, invasive and beautiful, spreading their millions of seeds across the damp earth. Noxious weeds.

“It’s too unreliable,” said Adam, into the silence. “Sports. It all depends on… your physical condition.”

“And your condition is shit.”

There was Adam’s ironic smile. “Yes. So.” He shrugged. There was the part they weren’t saying, which was that his physical condition could always get worse. Unexpectedly.

“My dad hates baseball.” Ronan heard himself make the slip—hates and not hated—and a spark of fury burned through him, brief and inconsequential.

“My dad loves it.”

They marched on in silence.

Adam swore as a bramble Ronan had beaten down sprang up again, catching him right across the tear, where his skin was exposed. He bent to unhook it from the camo with deft, deliberate hands. “What?” he said, like he could feel Ronan’s eyes.

Ronan looked away. “Why not the military?” He kicked purposelessly at the bramble and heard Adam sigh. “And don’t tell me you never thought about it. Test scores like yours out in hicksville high school, you must have had recruiters hopping all over you like fleas.”

“Would you believe I had a moral objection?” Adam’s smile was self-deprecating. Ronan studied it.

“No.”

Adam shrugged. It, too, was self-deprecating.

“I think you had a superiority objection. You think you’re too smart for that shit.”

Adam blinked at him. “Do you think I’m wrong?”

Ronan snorted. “Hell no. You can do better than getting blown up in a desert for the United States government.”

The smile, when it came, was small and stunning. “Damned by faint praise again.”

#lmao with this and the country playlists this blog has been on a real raven boys kick the last few days #anyway... enjoy? #i need to make a tag for my writing like... generally but until then #super rich kids #this really isn't about anything and had nothing else attached to it #it was just a random scene that stood alone so like... #probably the best thing for me to start out this 'posting unfinished stuff' project #i feel like gansey does not appear at his best in this fic but that's not a reflection of how much i love him! #he's trying his best to keep this family together! and the other 15 year olds are no help at all! #ronan lynch #adam parrish #the raven cycle #pynch #tw suicide mention

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 169

Author’s Note: This chapter might be a little heavy for some people, so I’m putting a warning out there. This chapter deals with abuse, specifically child abuse, verbal abuse, and mental abuse. While there are no actual scenes of this happening, but there are conversations around it. So please be advised and just know that if this could potentially trigger you, it would be best if you don’t read. I only want the best for you all. I won’t be offended if you need to sit this one out 💖

warnings: slight nsfw moments, mentions of child abuse hmh masterlist

Today is errand day for you, so you dropped Ronan off with your mom since she was asking to take her--her new friends were bringing their grandkids to the park and she insisted on bringing Ronan. You love when Ronan tags along for errand days but you didn’t want your mom to be the only without her grandchild, so you dropped her off.

Since you got everything done, you were running ahead of schedule which meant you had time to stop into Jimmy’s shop. Of course you love stopping in every now and then to see Jimmy--you’ve even brought him lunch--but right now there’s a dark haired, brown eyed man that is probably sitting down in the office that you desperately want to see. Hopefully he wants to see you just as bad.

“Hey, Logan,” you smile as you walk into Jimmy’s workshop, and he jogs over to hug you. “How are things?”

Logan shrugs, “Great at work.”

“Yeah…” you nod sympathetically, “I heard you’re doing really well here.”

“I really like it. Mr. Hendricks is teaching me a lot.”

Jimmy scoffs as he walks up beside you with John next to him, “Come on, man. Mr. Hendricks is my father.”

You roll your eyes and laugh as you look at John, giving him a small wave. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to hug you. You haven’t seen him since this morning since he came to the shop to help Jimmy with some things.

“I better get back to work,” Logan says, and you smile at him before he turns and walks back over to what looks like a desk he’s working on with another guy.

“How’s he doing here?”

Jimmy nods, “Great. He’s a great kid. He’s picking up everything, but I think he’s having trouble at home.”

“Yeah,” John nods, looking down at you, “He came over the other day when you were gone. I was home, just working in the yard. He’s been hanging around more often--not that we mind. We told him we’re cool with it, but…”

You bite your cheek as you look over at Logan.

It’s no secret that Logan doesn’t have the best home life. When the accident happened and you spoke with his parents, they were so mean to him. Greg, his dad, was clearly an asshole, and neither you nor John liked the way he talked to Logan. He got a job working with Jimmy and has just absolutely excelled at everything there. Jimmy speaks so highly of him and his ability to pick things up quickly, along with his willingness to learn.

Ever since the accident, Logan has been working at the shop with Jimmy, but he still stops by your place. He’ll hang out with John and learn stuff about bookbinding, he’ll tend to the yard with him, he’ll even play with Ronan. You came home one day and he was in the pool with her swimming while John was making steaks on the grill.

You trust him. He’s a great kid! There was even a time when something came up and you called him last minute to babysit Ronan. You were only gone for three hours, but he was more than happy to come watch her, and she loves him. She always runs to him whenever she sees him. He’s become a part of your lives now and you’re all incredibly protective of him.

“He always is very adamant about putting his bike in the garage,” Jimmy says, waving for you to walk with him to his office, “I think he’s telling his parents he’s going for a bike ride, but he’s actually coming over to our place. He showed up the other day and Tess said he was just so withdrawn.”

“John and I have noticed the bike thing too,” you say, sitting down in John’s lap when he sits in the chair, “He brought it into the backyard one day.”

John rubs your side, “Maybe we should just keep an eye on him?”

“Yeah,” Jimmy sighs, looking out at Logan, “He’s a great kid. I know that Greg is a piece of shit, so…let’s definitely keep an eye on him.”

You all sit in silence for a few moments before John bounces you on his knee to get you to look at him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I can’t just stop by and see my brother-in-law.”

Jimmy laughs, “You did not come here to see me.”

“I have before!”

“Okay, that’s true.” he laughs, nodding his head before he looks at John, “She even brought me lunch.”

You smile proudly as you look at John, “Yes, I did!”

“You never bring me lunch,” John says, and you scrunch your face up as he laughs. “Okay, yeah, you do.”

“I was just driving by after running some errands and saw your car out front and wanted to stop by.”

John laughs, “I’m about to leave in an hour or so.”

“Oh, okay, wow…” you get off his lap and roll your eyes playfully, “I guess next time I won’t come visit you.”

“Stop,” he laughs, pulling you back to him, “You can come visit me anytime.”

Jimmy laughs, “Not me though. Gonna put a sign up with your picture on it that says ‘keep this woman off these premises.’”

“Okay, then I’ll never make that casserole that you like again.” you cross your arms and watch Jimmy widen his eyes as John laughs, “Yeah, two can play that game.”

“Forgive me.” he says, and you all start to laugh.

John reaches up and rubs his thumb over your eyebrow, “Did you get your eyebrows waxed or something? They’re a little red.”

“I did,” you touch your brow, “She put some stuff over it but it’s still really sore.”

“And you got a haircut,” John says, running his fingers through the length of your hair, “You look great, baby.”

You didn’t do anything major to your hair, but you did get about three inches cut off, just the dead stuff. It doesn’t matter if it’s just a small trim, John always notices. He genuinely pays attention to you, it blows your mind.

You scratch your nails against John’s scalp, “I got all my errands done, but now I’m gonna head over to the store and grab some things for tonight. Can you get Ro?”

“Yeah,” he nods, and you lean down to kiss him a few times. When you’re close enough, John whispers, “Thank you for coming to see me. I wanted to see you too.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” you smile at him, then you playfully narrow your eyes at Jimmy and point at him, “Watch yourself.”

Jimmy does the same thing back, “Yeah, you too.”

Looking over at John, you smile as sweet as you can, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you,” he laughs as Jimmy jokingly crosses his arms and shakes his head.

You give them both a wave before you walk back out to the shop. You spot Logan, so you wave at him again when he looks at you. He smiles and waves back, then he goes back to what he’s doing as you head out to your car.

__

Laughter bursts from the backyard as everyone sits around and eats. John made a ton of food, so everyone’s stuffing their faces. Amanda brought over a bunch of desserts too, and you can’t wait to get your hands on those.

“Gotta pee,” you whisper to John, then you hop up and head inside, smiling when you walk past all the kids playing in the grass. You quickly use the bathroom and wash your hands before you turn the corner to head to the backyard, but something catches your eye. You furrow your brow and lean over more to see Logan walking down the driveway. You quickly rush to the door and open it, “Logan, what are you doing out here?”

“Oh, I just…” he takes a few steps back towards the house, “I just wanted to…never mind. You’re all busy.”

You laugh, waving him over, “I mean what are you doing out here? We’re all in the back. Come on, there’s tons of food.”

Logan nods his head and walks up to the house with his head down. He’s recently gotten a haircut so his hair isn’t so floppy and you can actually see his face, and you immediately notice the busted lip he’s sporting.

“Hey,” you put your hand on his shoulder and look at him, “What happened to your lip?”

“Oh,” he chuckles, avoiding your gaze, “Just work. Wasn’t paying attention.”

You watch him closely when he glances at you, “Oh…okay.”

Keeping a close eye on Logan, you follow behind him through the kitchen to the backyard. He grabs a plate and starts to put food on it, and you quickly look away when he looks at you. You smile and reach for Ronan when she toddles over to you, immediately lifting her up and hugging her. Your eyes wander back over to Logan as he sits down at the table where Amanda’s nephew is--he’s staying with them while he looks at a few colleges out here.

“Hey,” John comes up the steps and smiles as he reaches out to touch Ronan’s cheek, “What are you doing?”

“Something is going on with Logan.” you whisper, and John looks at him, “He was out front when I went to the bathroom, and…he has a bloody lip.”

John clenches his jaw and shakes his head, “Greg.”

“What do we do? He said it happened at work but I don’t believe that. Someone once got a splinter and Jimmy freaked out. He’s so protective of them there.” you hold John’s gaze, “If he got it at work, we’d know about it. Jimmy would have mentioned it.”

“Oh, yeah, skateboarding,” Logan says as everyone stares at him, “Fell earlier.”

You and John both look at each other. Logan can’t even keep his lies straight, most likely because he’s scared and nervous. John sighs as he comes up to stand next to you, then he makes eye contact with Jimmy--he knows something is up too.

“What do we do?”

“Get him out of that house as soon as possible,” John says, and you look up at him, “He’ll stay with us.”

You nod, “Okay.”

“We’ll find him a place eventually, but he needs to get out of that house. He can’t stay there anymore.” John shakes his head as he walks away, “I won’t allow it.”

__

You’re sitting around the table with everyone while the kids are still playing in the grass. Ronan will need to go down for a nap soon, but right now she’s having fun with Harper and you definitely don’t want to pull her away kicking and screaming for a nap. She’ll give all her tired cues when she’s ready for a nap. You look over at John as he stares at the table, and he flinches when you reach for his hand. A small spreads on your face, and he squeezes your hand before leaning over to kiss your temple.

Logan, Benji, and Amanda’s nephew, Devin, have decided to go fishing off the dock behind the house, so you’re all sitting here trying to figure out what to do.

“I want him out of that house,” John says, and you all look at him. “Something about this whole thing…it just pisses me off.”

You nod, “Rightfully so, John. I’m pissed too. I want him out of that house too.”

Jimmy shakes his head, “Greg might put up a fight, but my guess is he won’t if you’re there.”

“Oh, I’ll be there,” John says when Jimmy gestures to him.

“He can stay here. We have plenty of room.” you say as they look at you, “I just don’t want him there anymore. I say that we get him out of there tomorrow.”

Tess leans forward, “Talk to him. Get his opinion. I’m sure he wants out of there too, but let him know that he has the option. You don’t want him to feel like he’s being forced.”

“He’ll need a lot of things. We can help with that.” Amanda says, and you smile softly at her.

Aurelio nods, “I can get him a car too.”

Your heart swells as you look at your friends, “Thank you.”

John sighs heavily beside you, so you look at him. He squeezes your hand but keeps his gaze down. Ronan toddles over and reaches up for her daddy, and he smiles as he brings her into his lap. She leans against his chest and pops her thumb into her mouth, then she smiles as she looks over at you.

“Hi, bug.” you lean over and kiss her forehead, “You getting sleepy?”

Ronan nods her head before she leans back to look at John. She tries her best to talk to him about something--he’s absolutely not sure what but he listens intently. He smiles at her and kisses her, then she lays back against his chest, closing her eyes.

The back gate opens as Benji runs through it, rushing over to Aurelio, “Dad, we just caught a huuuuge fish. Devin threw it back though.”

You look up as Devin and Logan came into the backyard, and they stand back and talk. They’ve really hit it off since Devin’s been here. Aurelio stopped into the shop with him the other day to talk to Jimmy about something, and Logan and Devin instantly became friends. Logan seems to be in a bit of a better mood too now that he has a friend.

“It’s getting dark, I better head home.” Logan says, and you sit up a little. “Thanks for letting me come over. The food was great.”

“Hey, you’re welcome at our places any time, Logan,” Tess says, waving at him, “You know Finny loves you.”

You get up and walk with Logan inside, working up the courage to ask if things are okay at home. You know they’re not but you don’t want to cross any lines. John follows behind you and clears his throat when Logan gets to the door.

“Hey, Logan, can we talk to you?”

“Of course,” he turns around and looks at you both.

Taking a deep breath, you look at him and feel John’s hand on your back, “You didn’t get hurt at work.”

“Uh…” he looks down and shakes his head, “No.”

“Was it your dad?” you ask, and Logan nods his head. “How many times has he done this?”

Logan takes a few moments before he looks at you, “He usually just pushes me around, but this was the first time that he…”

“What about your mom?” John asks, and Logan’s eyes fill with tears as he nods.

“She’s…slapped me before.”

You take a deep breath and let it out shakily, “We don’t want you going back there. We want you to come stay with us. We’ll find a place for you. I know you’re 18 now and you’ve just graduated, but we want you to come stay here for a few weeks. We’ll find you an apartment too. Would you want to do this?”

Logan stares at you and John before he nods his head, “Yes. I’ve been looking for a place but it’s just too expensive.”

“Let us worry about that,” John says, and you nod in agreement. “Can you stay somewhere else tonight? You’re welcome here too.”

“I was actually gonna ask if I could stay at Aurelio’s tonight. Devin wanted to play a game. I just…needed to ask my parents.”

You smile at him, “You and Devin seem to get along.”

“Yeah, he’s cool. We like a lot of the same things.” he says, perking up, “He wants to move out here for school.”

Chatter fills the house as everyone comes back inside, and you look over at Aurelio tickling Ronan’s tummy as she laughs. He sets her down and watches as she runs over to grab one of her toys, then she brings it to him. He leans down and listens to her as she talks about it.

“I’m gonna ask my parents if I can stay the night. They’ll probably say yes, they don’t really care what I do.” he says, and you grip John’s hand. “I’ll text you.”

Devin nods his head, “Cool.”

You quickly follow Logan outside, “Hey, we’re serious, by the way.”

“Me too, Mrs. Wick.” he says, smiling at you, “Thanks.”

“Tomorrow.” you say as he nods, “Tomorrow we’ll pack up your things and you’ll come live here.”

Logan nods again, “Sounds good.”

Walking back into the house, everyone looks at you and waits for what you’re going to say. You give them all a small smile, then you walk over and sit down on the couch, exhaling softly.

“Well, we’ll get out of your hair,” Amanda says, scooping up Harper into her arms, “Call us and let us know what he needs.”

“We will,” John nods, then he looks over at you, “I’m going to walk them out.”

You nod your head, “Okay. Bye guys, thanks for coming.”

Tess leans down and hugs you, “Let us know what we can do too. We’re happy to help.”

“Thank you.”

After the door closes, you look over at Ronan and see her curled up on the couch asleep. You smile as you walk over and pick her up, then you take her up to her room to get her changed. She’s still asleep even as you change her into her pajamas, and you laugh quietly when she only moves around a little after you’ve put her in her crib.

“Is she asleep?” John whispers as he comes in, then he leans down and kisses her forehead, “Damn, I wanted to snuggle her before she fell asleep.”

“She’ll be right there in the morning,” you smile as he looks at you, “You can snuggle her then.”

John nods, “Right.”

The two of you hold hands as you walk down to your room, and you sit on the edge of your bed in silence as John undresses. He stands in front of you in his boxers for a moment before he tilts your chin up so you’ll look at him. Your eyes trail down his body before you stand up and wrap your arms around him, hugging him tight.

“I love you so much,” you whisper as he holds you, “You’re such a good man.”

“This will change things around here a little.” he says, and you nod, “We’ll have someone else living here, but that’s okay, right?”

You lean back and look into his warm brown eyes, “He needs to get out of that house. I can’t sleep knowing he’s there.”

“Yeah, me either,” he smooths your hair back and leans down to kiss you. “This will be good for him.”

“I think so too.”

You wrap your arms around John and close your eyes, listening to the sound of his heart beating. He rests his cheek on top of your head, and you stand in his warm embrace. A comfort that nothing compares to.

__

Logan seemed to be having second thoughts about moving out, so he called and told you that he wanted to wait and see how things were going at home first. He said they had gotten better since he was over the night you talked to him, but you weren’t convinced that they wouldn’t get bad again.

Obviously it’s a scary thing to move out and you’re sure he’s even more scared since his parents pretty much suck. You told him that you and John will support him no matter what, but you both ultimately want him to move in for the time being. He just doesn’t need to be around his parents. John is still hoping that he’ll change his mind and has even had a couple of boxes near the front door for a few days just in case he calls and needs to be moved out as quickly as possible.

It’s scary knowing that he could just be at home when Greg is there, and he could be taking out his anger on him--his mom too. You’re trying not to think about it which is why you’ve been throwing yourself into work all day. You went to the shop and decided to go through some old boxes of books that need to be donated to the library.

Just as you close the box up, you hear the bell above the door. You’re a little surprised that anyone is coming out since it’s storming really bad today. You get up and head out to greet them, but your stomach drops when you see Logan standing there drenched from the rain.

“Logan, oh my god…” you grab John’s sweatshirt that he’s left at work and rush out to warm him up, “Why are you out in the rain?”

“They were yelling at me,” he whispers, his eye red from tears.

You escort him back to the office and gesture for him to sit down, “What happened?”

“They were yelling at me. We were arguing about college. I don’t want to go to school to be a fucking lawyer,” he says, then he looks at you, “Pardon my language.”

You shake your head since it’s the least of your worries right now, but don’t say anything. You just let him talk.

“I said I was leaving, so he…” he shakes his head and looks down, “He was just yelling at me and…calling me names. I went to your house but no one was home, so I came here.”

“I’m so sorry,” you sit next to him, “John is out with Ro.”

Logan uses the sweatshirt to wipe his face dry, then he looks over at you, “I can’t stay there anymore. I know I can’t. I have to leave.”

“I know,” your eyes soften as you look at him, “I want you out of there. Now. I’m gonna call John.”

Logan nods his head as you get up and grab your phone from the desk. You press his name and cradle your phone between your ear and shoulder as you gather your things.

“Hey, peach.”

“Hey, uh, Logan is here.” you say, and he glances up at you. “He needs to move right now. I mean literally right this minute.”

John is quiet for a moment, “Okay. I’m actually on my way home right now. I’ll drop Ro off with Tess. Meet me at the house.”

“Okay,” you hang up the phone and look at Logan, “Let’s go.”

The shop is empty aside from Tony, so you walk over to quickly let him know that you won’t be back and that he can close up the shop whenever he feels like it. With the rain, no one is coming in anyway. You open your umbrella and wait for Logan to get under it, then you rush out to your car to get in.

“I just want you to be one hundred percent sure that you want to move out.”

Logan looks out the window and nods his head before he looks at you, a slight bruising forming around his eye that you couldn’t see earlier since you were on the other side of him.

That’s enough to light a fire inside of you. If you were mad before, you’re fucking livid now.

“Yeah. I’m one hundred percent sure.”

__

John is waiting in the living room when you get into the house. He gets up and walks over, eyeing Logan and sighing when he sees the bruise on his face. He looks over at you, checking to see if you’re okay too. You give him a small nod.

“You’re sure, Logan?”

“Yes, sir,” he nods, shivering a little, from his wet clothes and probably nerves.

John nods, “Let’s go then.”

It’s still storming outside and it only seems to be getting worse as you drive down the street to Logan’s house. You look back at him when you pull up to it, and he wrings his hands together.

“We’re gonna go in with you.” John says, and Logan gets out of the car.

You all rush up to the door and step inside, and when the door opens, all hell breaks loose.

“Logan, that better be you!” Greg yells, stomping his way to the front door. He stops when he sees you and John, “What are you two doing here?”

“Go get your things.” you say softly, and Logan runs up the stairs to his room.

John moves so you’re behind him, “Logan is coming to stay with us.”

“You can’t do that,” Greg laughs. “He’s our child.”

“He’s eighteen. He can go wherever he likes.” you say as you grip the back of John’s shirt to keep him in place, “He’s not going to be staying here with you.”

Greg laughs in disbelief, “Laura, get out here. You won’t believe this.”

Laura walks out drying her hands on a tea towel. She stops when she sees you and John, “What’s going on?”

“They’re trying to take Logan.” Greg says, gesturing to you and John, “Unbelievable.”

“We’re not trying to take him, he’s coming with us. He chose this on his own,” you look at Laura and shake your head, “He’s tired of being treated like shit.”

Laura scoffs, “We do not treat him like that.”

“Really? Where did the black eye come from? How about that busted lip he had?” John asks, staring them down, “Because we all know it didn’t happen from skateboarding. He doesn’t even like skateboarding.”

You look up the stairs to see Logan standing there, and he waves you up. You start towards the staircase but Laura stands in your way. You stare her down until she moves aside. You get into his room and immediately start helping him pack his bags, but you hear Laura coming in.

“You can’t take our son!”

“We’re not taking him,” you say as you turn around to look at Laura. You tap your temple, “You’re not fucking getting it! I’m not taking your son. He’s leaving. He can’t stand to be here anymore.”

Laura shakes her head, “This isn’t even your business.”

“Logan made it my business when he showed up with bloodshot eyes and a blood on his face!” you exclaim as she gazes at you in astonishment, “He made it my business when he told me how shitty you are to him! Laura, he’s your child! As a mother, it is your responsibility to protect and cherish your child; however, you have repeatedly failed to do so. I cannot sit back and allow him to stay in this house.”

John moves past and starts helping you and Logan pack things up. You offer a gentle smile to Logan, placing your hand on his arm while nodding reassuringly, letting him know that everything will be okay.

“I can’t…” Laura talks to herself quietly, “She’s taking him from me. She’s taking him!”

You set aside one bag and grab a few things to put in the bag that John is packing. He looks up at you and gently touches your hand, holding your gaze for a moment before you flinch when Greg yells. John instantly tenses up and turns around to protect you.

“I’ve called the police! They’re on their way.”

“Dad, come on.” Logan finally speaks up, “I’m leaving. I’m going to stay with them, then I’m getting my own place. I can’t stay here. You guys don’t even want me here anyway.”

Laura shakes her head, “That is not true and you know it!”

“Mom, you know you don’t want me here, and I know you only don’t want me to leave because you don’t like her,” he says, gesturing to you, and you look at him, “Mrs. Wick is nice to me. She actually listens to me.”

Laura scoffs and tosses the tea towel to the ground, "Oh please, don't fool yourself into thinking she actually values your input. I'm not naive to her motives; it's obvious why she's so eager for you to move in. It won't be long until she's pregnant. I know she has ulterior motives.”

You stare at her for a moment before you start to laugh since that’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard in your fucking life, “Are you serious? Are you seriously saying I’m going to be inappropriate with him?”

“Mom, she’s like a big sister.” Logan says, and Laura purses her lips and looks away.

“Laura, I have no intentions to do anything with your son, and I’m beyond offended that you think that of me. That is the furthest thing from my mind. What I do have intentions of is taking care of your son because you two are doing a terrible job at that.” you look back at Logan, his face ghost white and frightened, “He’s coming to stay with us.”

There’s a knock at the door, so Greg goes down to answer it. It’s obviously the police, but everyone knows that there isn’t much that can be done. Logan is eighteen and he’s allowed to leave. Plus the police know all about Greg, and you’re sure Jimmy has given them a heads up about what’s been happening.

“You can’t take him!”

You roll your eyes as you turn around and begin helping Logan again. It’s John’s turn to argue with them now.

“Laura, I understand that this must be hard--”

“You don’t know anything!” she yells at John, and you turn to look at her, narrowing your eyes.

She sure as shit is not going to yell at John like that. You gesture for him to help Logan instead, and you go back to arguing with her.

“Why?” you ask her, and she furrows her brow, “Why do you care what happens to him when you don’t even bother to pay attention to him? He’s been begging for attention for years, yet he goes unnoticed.”

“Why do you care?”

You start to laugh, “Because as crazy as this may sound to someone with no soul, I actually care about people. I care about Logan, and I care about what happens to him. As a mother, I can’t stand here and watch you treat him like that.”

Laura says something not very nice about you under her breath that makes John stand up straight and absolutely glare at her. You roll your eyes and grab a bag of Logan’s things to bring downstairs. Laura actually moves out of the way but she follows you back down to the front door where Greg is talking to the police.

“Well, he’s eighteen, so…” the officer nods at John, then he looks at Greg, “There’s nothing we can do. If he wants to go stay with them, he’s legally an adult and can do that.”

“So, she gets to just take my son from me?” Laura stands next to Greg and shakes her head, “This whore gets to just take our son!”

John takes a deep breath before he sets the bag down, “I haven’t said much because I’m trying my best to control my anger right now, but if you speak about my wife like that one more time, I promise I won’t be able to control it.”

“You can be as upset as you like, but Logan made this choice on his own. He doesn’t want to stay here in this environment anymore, and we’re offering him a way out.” you hold Laura’s gaze, “If you weren’t going to love your child, then you never should have had them.”

Laura fumes as she takes a step forward, “You bitch--”

You swat Laura’s hand out of your face before you shove her back. She stumbles into Greg and widens her eyes, looking over at the police officer and pointing at you. She looks like a petulant child. She starts her way back to you but you grab her arm when she tries to hit you again.

“Don’t.” you warn her firmly, “I promise you that you don’t want to do that because you won’t like what happens next. News fucking flash: you cannot put your hands on people! You don’t know me, so I’m warning you right now. If you put your hands on me, you won’t like the outcome.”

Greg puffs up his chest and steps forward, which sets John off. It happens in a flurry. One moment you’re looking at Laura and the next you see Greg making his way towards you. You’re sure he’s just protecting his wife, but John is also protecting his. He steps in front of you and his fist connects with Greg’s jaw, knocking his back against the staircase.

“Enough!” the cops yells, and you quickly pull John back towards you after he got a few good hits in.

Lacing your fingers through John’s, you hold him tight next to you since you know he’ll go back to Greg if you don’t have a hold of him.

When Logan tries to move past to the doorway, Greg stands in front of him, just staring him down, and Logan puts his head down and doesn’t move. He just shrinks as Greg towers over him. Logan’s not a short kid, but Greg just makes him look so small and powerless. If Logan really wanted to, he could probably really hurt Greg.

“Logan, you can’t just leave…” Laura says, reaching out for him but he backs away, “Honey, we’ll talk about it.”

You touch his back and lean forward to look at him, “Put your things in the car. We’ll be out shortly.”

The police officer shrugs, “There’s nothing I can do. He’s made his decision. If he feels like he’s better off with them, then that’s what he should do. Either way, he shouldn’t be here. He’s clearly not comfortable.”

“So, that’s it? They get to waltz in here and take him from us?” Greg throws his hands up, “Absolute bullshit!”

Logan opens the door and puts his cell phone on the table, “I don’t want to see you two right now. Not for a while. Maybe later down the road, but not right now. You can have your phone back. I’ll get my own. Mom, I know this is hard, but this is a decision I made for myself. You guys don’t care if I’m here or not.”

“Honey, that is not true.”

“If it wasn’t true, then you would have noticed that I wasn’t home for the past week.” he says, and you all look at him, “I never came home. I was staying with a friend, or…sleeping on a bench. I even crashed in the Wick’s backyard one night--I didn’t want to wake you guys up.”

You shake your head and wave it off, “We don’t care about that, Logan. We just want you to be safe.”

“You haven’t even noticed that I’ve been gone. It’s okay, mom.” he says softly as she cries, “Maybe we can work things out later on in life.”

John reaches for your hand and tugs it a little, pulling you to the door. You open the door and wait for Logan to step outside, then you walk to the car with him. He gets in the back and looks out the window as Laura stands on the front step with her hands over her head to shield herself from the rain. You turn around and look back at Logan, and he exhales in relief before putting his head down and closing his eyes.

__

When you got home, you quickly made up the guest bedroom for Logan. You gave him new sheets and told him that you’d make some dinner but he wasn’t obligated to come out or anything. In the end, he decided to just take his food to his room, which was fine by you. He said he wanted to eat and just watch some TV before falling asleep. He’s so emotionally and mentally exhausted, so you don’t blame him for wanting to just rest.

Sighing loudly, you flop down in bed and close your eyes. John trails his nails up your back and into your hair, and you hum before you open your eyes to look at him. He holds your gaze as you sit up, then he pulls you into his arms and hugs you. You melt into the warmth of his embrace, scooting up more so you’re comfortable.

John leans back and sighs, “You think he’s okay?”

“He will be,” you whisper, nodding your head, “It’s just going to be an adjustment for now. It doesn’t help that we literally live down the street from them but he’s safe here.”

“What Laura said about you earlier,” he shakes his head, “None of that is true.”

You start to laugh, “She called me a slut! And a whore! Can you believe that? Me? A slut?”

“You’re certainly not a slut,” John says, chuckling a little.

“Well, I mean, I am a slut for you.” you say, which makes John laugh harder than he has all day. “The fact that her mind even went there disgusts me. I have never looked at him like that. He’s like…a little brother or a son, really.”

John nods, “She’s just upset. I’m not justifying it, but there’s no way anyone would think that about you. She’s just mad.”

“I know,” you look down at your hands and shrug, “I feel so bad for him. I can’t imagine…ever treating Ro like that. She’s my baby. I’m suppose to love and protect her, not hurt her.”

“I think I see a lot of myself in Logan,” John admits as you look at him, “I think that’s why this situation is so hard for me and why I get so protective of him. It’s hard for me to control my anger more than it should be. I just see so much of myself in him. He’s so lost and unloved, and he really needs someone to show him that he has worth. What better person to do that than you. You did it for me.”

You tear up as you look at him, “You have so much worth, babe. Logan does too. And you both had it before I ever even came along.” Silence blankets the room for a few minutes before you look at John. “Were people…mean to you too when you were younger?” you ask, and he inhales deeply before looking over at you with the saddest eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“It just comes with the territory.”

“It shouldn’t.” you say, holding his gaze, “No one deserves to be treated like that, especially not a child. Especially not you.”

John leans over, cupping your face and kissing you. You scoot closer to him and pull the blanket up so you can touch him, and you both lay back on the bed but his lips never leave yours. You start to pull his boxers down a little, but you’re startled by a knock on the door.

John leans up a little and looks over his shoulder at the door, “Think Ronan knows how to get out of her bed and knock yet?”

“No,” you laugh, getting out of bed. You open the door and smile when Logan stands with his back to you, “I’m decent, Logan.”

“Oh, okay,” he turns around and looks over your shoulder at John before looking at you, “I just wanted to say thank you for letting me stay here. I promise I won’t be a hassle or anything.”

You smile, “We’re not worried about it. We’re just glad you’re here and that you’re safe. Not that you’ll have to worry about it again, but next time you’re looking for somewhere to stay, you can come here. You don’t have to sleep on a bench.”

“Or in our backyard.” John chimes in, and you laugh as you move to the side so they can see each other. “That’s kind of creepy.”

Logan grimaces before smiling, “I didn’t want to wake up Ronan.”

You wave it off, “We’d rather deal with a sleepy baby than you getting sick or being uncomfortable outside.”

“About the stuff my mom said…”

You wave your hand again, “Don’t worry about it.”

“It wasn’t very nice.”

“Well, no, but she’s upset. I’m not worried about it. I know it’s not true. I’m pretty crazy about that big dope back there,” you say, using your thumb to gesture to John over your shoulder, and John starts to laugh, “Plus I’m almost old enough to be your mom, so I’m not really interested in you.”

Logan scrunches up his face, “Yeah, that’s gross. You’re like a big sister.”

John laughs, “Good. I’d fight you otherwise, kid.”

“I believe it.” Logan laughs, then he smiles at you.

“Hey, speaking of…” John gets up and walks over to join you, “I’m sorry--well, I’m not sorry that I did it--but sorry you had to see me…you know…”

Logan nods when John imitates punching his own jaw, “Oh, no, he deserved it.”

“I will do anything that I have to do to protect her,” John says, gesturing to you, “I protect my family. I hope you know that includes you.”

That totally touched Logan but he plays it off and just nods his head. The light catches a tear in his eye though. Fucking adorable.

“I won’t be loud or anything since I’m going to bed and I know Ro is sleeping, but I just wanted to let you guys know I’m watching TV.”

“You don’t have to tell us what you’re doing every minute, bud,” John says as he backs away, “You’re welcome to do whatever. Obviously Ro is sleeping, but whatever you do in your room is your business. Tomorrow we can go and get the rest of the things you need and get you a new phone as well.”

Logan looks down, “I need to get a new bank account too. My parents have me on theirs, so…”

“We’ll take care of everything that we can tomorrow.” you say to him, and he nods. “Go get some rest. If you get hungry, there’s plenty of food as well.”

“I can just get anything I want?” he says, perking up when you nod. “Wow.”

You reach out and hug him, “You’re safe here, Logan.”

“Thank you,” he hugs you tighter before he lets go, “I’ll see you two in the morning.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

Logan turns around and stares at you for a moment like he’s seeing a ghost, “Goodnight.”

Has no one ever said goodnight to him before?

Closing the door, you turn back to John and smile at him as he watches you. You crawl into bed and laugh when he leans down and kisses you several times, and you lean back to hold his gaze. His hand is resting on your hip, and you squint your eyes playfully at him.

“You arguing with Laura was pretty sexy.”

You start to laugh, “God, you’re so weird.”

“I just think you’re sexy when you get angry.”

“I don’t get this reaction when I get mad at you for leaving the toilet seat up.”

John cocks up his brow, “I don’t leave the toilet seat up.”

“Yeah, true,” you cup his face and look into his eyes, “Thanks for being such a good man.”

“I want to be the best man for you.”

A smile spreads across your face, “You are the best man for me. Ronan and I are so lucky. And you know what? Logan is lucky too. Thank you for taking him under your wing. We are so lucky to have you in our lives, babe.”

John nods as he looks down, then he looks at you with tears in his eyes, “Thank you.”

You start to tear up as you look at him, so you hug him tight and close your eyes, just holding each other for a few minutes. You start to laugh when John’s left hand slides down your thigh, and you lean back to look at him, raising your brows a little.

“You have to be insanely quiet.”

“I can do that,” he whispers as he crawls on top of you, “I can be so quiet.”

Laughing quietly, you lift your hips up so John can get your shorts off, and he licks his lips and leans down to kiss your stomach as he hums. He moves lower and inhales deeply when he gets between your legs, and you laugh when he closes his eyes and drops his head.

“God, you smell so good!”

“Quiet,” you whisper as you pull him up to you, “You have to be quiet.”

John grins as he leans down to kiss you, then he shakes his head, “It’s not me I’m worried about.”

You bite your lip as you start to laugh, “Okay, I’ll be quiet too.”

Your left arm is draped over John’s pillow and as soon as he brushes his lip between your legs, you grab his pillow and press it to your face. Yeah, being quiet is harder than it seems.

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Surfin' On A Sound Wave, Swingin' Through The Stars

halloween fluff posted an hour after halloween is over because i didn't get the wild hair to write this fic until 10:30pm?? it's more likely than you think!!! | Bluesey | Pynch | Gen | 1.8k | Halloween | Couples Costumes | Banter | Fluff | (also on AO3)

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“How much did Matthew have to beg before you dressed up like that?”

Ronan’s scowl was far less intimidating—not that Gansey was ever cowed by it, truthfully—in light of the large arrow drawn in blue paint on his shaved head. The bright orange tablecloth he wore slung, toga-style, over one shoulder only served to undermine the expression further as he climbed out of the BMW and slammed the door behind him. His smile retained its edge, though, at least.

“Four solid minutes of the word ‘please’, repeated over and over again, before Declan offered to pay my last two speeding tickets if I would just do it and make him shut up.”

Gansey fell in at Ronan’s side as he strode up the car-crowded driveway, the open front door of a modest two story house their destination. 

“I’m surprised you took that offer,” he said. “I would’ve expected you to make Matthew plead for eight minutes more, even louder, just to spite Declan.”

“Declan’s face when he realized I had more speeding tickets that he hadn’t heard about yet was worth caving early.” Ronan kicked the tires of a rusty Buick and turned to look Gansey up and down. “What are you supposed to be, anyway? An aspiring yacht captain who misplaced his yacht?”

Gansey leveled him with an unimpressed look. “These are just my regular clothes and you know it.” He ignored Ronan’s unrepentant sniggering in favor of checking Blue’s text again. “Jane said she has a couple’s costume planned for us but wouldn’t tell me what it is, only that I should just come to the party in my favorite outfit.”

“Maybe she’ll be in bright-ass green and you can be highlighters together.”

“Ha very ha. Is Adam here yet?”

“Fuck if I know. Let’s find out.”

Ronan took all three porch steps in one long stride. Gansey followed in a more traditional manner. The house was loud and crowded with people he mostly didn’t recognize—Mountain View students, presumably, rather than Aglionby ones. Ronan was already halfway down the hall, no thought spared for sticking together, but his costume was brightly colored enough that Gansey had no trouble keeping track of him in the throng.

By the time he caught up to Ronan in what he assumed to be the living room, Gansey had located a drink and Ronan had located his boyfriend.

“Adam! I see you too went the couple’s costume route.”

The look Adam gave him in response to this statement said quite plainly that he disagreed with how Gansey was defining his terms, and that he didn’t have much respect for Gansey’s particular definition. But, as with Ronan earlier, his costume robbed the expression of its usual verve. Not even Adam Parrish could pull off cutting condescension while wearing a headband with a pair of tall paper machine lemur ears attached to them.

“I just got off a long shift at Boyd’s,” Adam told him, “and I’ve got an early shift at the factory tomorrow morning. This was the least effort I could put in and still justifiably call it a costume.”

“Still more effort than Dick put in,” Ronan pointed out, inviting himself into Adam’s space. Adam shifted easily to accommodate him, the two of them pressing together like lodestones. As one, they eyed Gansey’s favorite yellow sweater. Their judgment was more powerful in tandem.

Gansey flushed. “Blue has my costume!“ he said. “I didn’t just opt not to participate in the holiday. I am not the Ebenezer Scrooge of Halloween. I’m simply following instructions.”

Ronan made a whip-crack noise, as if he didn’t ask how high whenever Adam said to jump. As if he didn’t fall all over himself to fulfill Adam’s every desire. As if he didn’t currently have Adam’s hand in the back pocket of his jeans.

The quirk of Adam’s eyebrow and the wry tilt to his smile indicated that he, at least, saw the irony here. He didn’t feel the need to comment, though. Instead, he took a sip of his own drink and then used it to gesture back toward the hallway. 

“Blue’s in the kitchen getting a beer,” he said. “Should be right back.”

Gansey perked up. “You’ve seen her?”

“I’m not telling you her costume.”

Gansey perked back down. “Why ever not?”

“Because it’ll be awful funny this way, and after working for ten hours on a holiday, I really feel like I deserve that.”

In lieu of disagreeing—because he couldn’t exactly argue the fact that Adam worked too hard and deserved a good laugh once in a while, even if it was at his dear beleaguered friend’s expense—Gansey downed the drink some girl in the hall had helpfully passed to him on his way in. He thought it might be rum and coke. Ronan could probably tell just by sniffing it, but Ronan was busy nuzzling his boyfriend’s ear; the real one, not either of the paper mache ones.

Gansey had just about made the decision to leave his friends to their canoodling and get himself another drink when a pair of very familiar arms wound around his waist from behind.

“Jane! Finally!”

He, regretfully, dislodged her embrace. There would be plenty of time for hugging after the great mystery of their costume situation had been resolved to his satisfaction. He thought he heard Ronan smother a laugh as he turned around, but that wasn’t important.

Blue looked radiant. She always did, regardless of what she wore, but this outfit in particular clearly had her pleased as punch. It was a purple dress of a rather more intact nature than most dresses Gansey had seen her don, with buttons up the front and a rounded white collar. More in line with her usual eclectic style, the dress was patterned with…well, a variety of things. Some were ironed-on patches, others looked like she might have embroidered them, and yet more seemed to be painted right onto the fabric. Gansey could make out planets and stars, light bulbs, a battery, test tubes, some snowflakes, several small animals, and was that a piece of cheese?

Her dark hair was even messier than usual, curls pulled back into a tiny puff of a ponytail. All of her hair clips tonight were orange. Her earrings were in the shape of sandwiches.

“Let me guess,” Gansey said gamely. “The delightful Ms. Frizzle?”

Blue’s nose scrunched up when she laughed. He’d been helpless to the charm of it since the first time he’d been granted the privilege of seeing it. Now was no different. He couldn’t muster up even a smidgen of annoyance at having been mystifyingly denied foreknowledge of this entirely benign costume, not with that adorable scrunched up nose on display. It did still beg a question, though.

“You said this was a couple’s costume,” he pointed out. “What exactly am I meant to—”

Blue shoved him in the chest, which struck Gansey as awfully rude and unwarranted. But she was still smiling, her bottom lip tucked neatly between her teeth in a way that meant she was particularly—and mischievously—proud of herself for something. Frowning, Gansey followed her gaze down to where she had made contact with him.

There, stuck to his chest, was what appeared to be a magnet. Or, more accurately, a decal of a magnet. One of the big, red, U-shaped ones, recreated here in thick red and gray felt that adhered quite happily to the old-fuzzy fabric of his sweater.

Gansey blinked at it, uncomprehending, until Blue reached out and stuck something else to him: a blue star on his left pectoral. Then followed a lightbulb, pressed against his stomach, and a little green planet attached to his shoulder. Blue’s smile grew with every felt cutout she pulled out of the pocket of her dress. It wasn’t until the word “wahoo!” was applied over his collarbone that Gansey finally made the connection.

He closed his eyes and reminded himself that he loved this girl with all his heart. Then he said, “Jane. Am I the bus?”

Ronan laughed so hard, he needed to sit down. Adam was red in the face, his lemur ears knocked askew, bracing himself on the back of the loveseat Ronan had claimed as his own. Even some of the partygoers whom Gansey didn’t recognize were tittering appreciatively. One of them actually had her phone out to take a picture.

But none of that was important. Because Blue had her head thrown back, her own laughter lighting her up like a thousand watt bulb. The nose was scrunched. And there was nothing Gansey could do in the face of that except purse his lips against the smile he could feel forming entirely against his will. There was very little dignity to be found in this position, but he was determined to keep hold of at least a shred or two.

That lasted right up until Blue grabbed him by the collar and tugged him down for a kiss. Against his lips, she said, “You’re the most magical bus on the block.”

“I don’t know that there’s a lot of competition for that title.”

“I’ll fight you for it,” Ronan tried to say through a renewed spate of giggles.

Gansey flipped him off without turning to look. Adam guffawed; at least it wasn’t only at Gansey’s expense that he could derive pleasure.

Blue said, “I wouldn’t want you as my magic school bus anyway, Lynch.”

“No, you’d rather ride around in Gansey.” Ronan clawed himself halfway up the back of the couch to point from her to him and back again. “In Gansey! In—!”

He was clearly attempting to say something else, but he was so thoroughly overcome with hysterics that he couldn’t manage to form the words. Knowing him as well as he did, Gansey would hazard a guess that it had something to do with pegging. Adam, whose laughter had reached the point of silent wheezing and oxygen deprivation, was weakly batting in Ronan’s direction as a desperate plea for him to stop. His lemur ears had fallen off entirely.

Gansey turned back to Blue. “Do you see what you’ve done?”

“What I did,” she said, smug as anything, “is win at Halloween.”

“I wasn’t aware the holiday was a competition.”

“Everything is a competition if you’re winning.”

A laugh of his own—overwhelmingly fond and entirely irresistible—bubbled up in Gansey’s chest. He tugged Blue in to wrap his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her messy mop of hair. “You’re a menace, do you know that?”

Blue snuggled contentedly into his embrace, patting his back, and said, “I know. But you love me anyway, don’t you?”

“That depends. Did you just stick another magnet back there?”

“Which answer gets me a ‘yes’?”

Either. Both. Truthfully, there was no answer on this earth that could earn her anything else. Not even when she had dressed him up as a semi-sentient shape-shifting vehicle from a children’s cartoon. Gansey figured the indignity was a small price to pay to be here, with Blue’s arms around him, surrounded by his friends’ happiness.

Still.

“Next year, I’m picking the costumes.”

#Bluesey #Gansey #Blue Sargent #Pynch #Ronan Lynch #Adam Parrish #TRC #fics by me #fanfiction

[adamprrishcycle]

This is probably a dramatic take, since the Greywaren break up lasted less than 24 hours, but since Taylor dropped You’re Losing Me, I’ve had it on repeat thinking about Adam hunched over Ronan’s unconscious body and giving his watch back

oh GOD I’m trying to listen to it over and over to desensitise myself to it bc it makes me unwell 😂 and now you’re bringing me THIS??? ok I’ll go listen to it 1278 more times and think about Them

#I live for dramatic takes so #thank you #witchbitchadam #ask #pynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish #trc #taylor swift

[seavoice]

lmfao no wait the previous post just reminded me. last thing declan knows adam did is break up with an helpless, unconscious ronan literally leaking nightwash in some dirty dark room and tell him not to call again if he needs help, confirming his fears about how he wasn’t sure how much complication was too much complication for adam parrish. and then next thing he knows adam’s just strolling into the barns with an awake ronan weeks later??? 

does declan try to pull ronan aside and tell him, “i know we are turning over a new leaf, but PLEASE just consider what i’m saying with an open mind😔 do you think adam really always has the best interests in his heart for you?🥺 i didn’t want to tell you, but something happened when you were unconscious that i have my fears about...” and ronan (saw and knows everything but has promptly forgiven and forgotten everything due to supernatural lovers’ mind meld so he doesn’t even clock what declan could be talking about) is just like “hmm? oh, about him lying to his college friends about his whole life in order to reframe his past experiences in a less painful context instead of dealing with it truthfully? we’ll have the talk about that soon, don’t worry about it” and declan who now has the entire loser cringefail movie of mor and niall’s love story in his head just nods really quickly and tearfully, and has to go lie down in his room for twelve hours

#IM MOSTLY JOKING i love adam do not send rude messages. just. if adam was my brother's boyfriend i would have my worries #adam parrish #declan lynch #ronan lynch #birdverse #greywaren spoilers #niall lynch #mor o corra

[emmerrr]

snow way

[this fic is also on ao3]

-

Ronan wasn’t usually one for answering unknown numbers. In fairness he rarely answered numbers he did know, unless it was Adam, or if the number of missed calls exceeded fifteen or so. 

This call, however, he answered the second time it tried him. Nuisance callers didn’t usually try twice in quick succession, and besides, Ronan had a bad feeling. He couldn’t explain why.

“Hello?”

“Ronan,” said Adam, surprise colouring his voice. “You answered.”

Dread settled in Ronan’s stomach. “You better be calling from a fucking airplane.”

“My flight was cancelled.” 

Well, at least Adam ripped the bandaid off all at once. Ronan’s grip on his phone tightened. “Why?”

“There’s a blizzard, Ronan, don’t you watch the news?”

“Is that a serious question, Parrish?”

Adam sighed. Ronan missed that sigh. He was supposed to be hearing that sigh in person in just a few hours. “I’m completely stuck. There’s nothing leaving JFK anytime today, maybe not even tomorrow. And I have no signal on my cell plus my battery’s about to die, so I’m having to use a payphone – did you know they still have payphones?”

Ronan did not know that they still had payphones, but it was also clear to him that Adam was trying to distract Ronan from the matter at hand, and whilst he loved him for it, it didn’t make the news any easier to take. It was incredible how quickly misery could descend on a person. In a small voice that Ronan knew sounded nothing like his, he said, “But it’s Christmas Eve.”

“I know, Ronan, I’m sorry.”

Ronan hated it when Adam apologised for things that weren’t his fault. “It’s fine, Parrish, just…just get here when you can, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“This fucking sucks,” he said, because it needed to be said.

“Agreed. Ah, shit, I gotta go, there’s a line of people behind me. Look, maybe go to Declan’s for Christmas? You know he’ll be happy to have you.”

Ronan knew that he’d be welcome at Declan’s because he was always welcome at Declan’s; how happy his older brother would be about it was a different matter entirely. “Maybe,” he said, which was as good as a no.

Adam neatly interpreted it. “It’d be better than being on your own.”

“I’d just depress everyone by being a miserable bastard.”

“Every household needs a miserable bastard at Christmas,” Adam joked, but he said it in a gentle way that made Ronan’s heart ache with missing him.

“I’ll think about it.” It was the best he could offer.

“Alright. I really am going now.”

“Try and call, if you get a chance. I’ll answer if it’s you.”

“You always do,” Adam said. “Merry Christmas, Ronan.”

The line clicked dead. Ronan sighed. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

-

As promised, Ronan did think about going to Declan’s for about five seconds until he decided that if he couldn’t see Adam then he didn’t want to see anyone at all. He was aware he was being dramatic about it, but he also didn’t care.

Of course, none of this stopped Declan from calling later that afternoon as Ronan sat on the floor in the living room in front of the fireplace, feeling mightily sorry for himself.

“It’s come to my attention that you’re alone for the holidays.”

Ronan tossed a log onto the fire. “Did Parrish call you?”

“Of course not, I saw it on the news. It said all the flights were cancelled.”

“Since when does everybody watch the fucking news,” Ronan grumbled.

Declan ignored this. “Just come here instead. Then on the 26th you can pick Adam up from the airport if he manages to get a flight.”

“Nah, I’ll pick him up from here, I was going to do that today anyway.”

“Well, what are you going to do between now and then?”

“I’m sure I’ll find a way to fill the hours, Deklo.”

“Yes, that’s what worries me.”

Ronan couldn’t even find it in him to be annoyed at being patronised. “I’m not gonna do anything, I’ll just fuckin’...I dunno, sleep or something. I’ll be fine, I just wanna be on my own.”

There was a brief silence. “Matthew would like it, if you came.”

This usually would be a surefire way to get Ronan straight into a car and on his way, but not today. Trying to put on a happy face for Matthew sounded exhausting.

“I’ll come in a few days, when Parrish is here. Matthew would like that better. The more the merrier, right?”

“If you’re sure,” Declan said. “You know where we are if you change your mind.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“It’s just a couple of days, Ronan. He’ll be here before you know it.”

“Yes, but he’s not fucking here now, is he,” Ronan snapped before he could stop himself, then immediately felt bad because he knew Declan was actually just trying to be nice. “I’ll call you guys tomorrow. Go have some eggnog or some shit.”

“I hate eggnog.”

“That’s the spirit,” Ronan said, and hung up.

-

He woke up on Christmas morning freezing cold and with a crick in his neck. He was still on the floor in front of the fire which had long since burned out, and Chainsaw was busy trying to drag his blanket away to add to her hoard under the armchair.

He let her take it and sat up, stretching. He’d fallen asleep watching Netflix, but the TV must have long since switched off on its own. Ronan looked over at the Christmas tree in the corner, the shoddily wrapped gift for Adam underneath seeming to mock him.

He reached for his phone, but there was still nothing from Adam, no messages, no calls from unknown numbers. Ronan tried to call him but couldn’t get through. He knew that Adam had said he had no signal and his phone was about to die, but still, he’d feel better if he could hear his voice.

(He’d feel better if Adam was here, with Ronan where he belonged, not stuck in an airport in a blizzard on Christmas Day.)

Breakfast was the first thing on his to-do list, so Ronan made his way to the kitchen. He stopped in front of the window, noticing that it was steadily snowing, a fine layer already covering the ground. It would have made him smile under any other circumstances, but today it represented the reason he was currently Adam-less.

He scowled and was about to close the shutters so he didn’t have to see, when something moving outside caught his eye.

Someone was walking up the driveway towards the house, a large duffel over his shoulder and wearing a coat that was nowhere near appropriate for the weather.

It was, unbelievably, Adam.

Ronan was out the door before he even knew he was moving.

“Adam! Parrish!” he yelled. “Adam!”

Adam broke into a run as soon as he saw Ronan, and they collided; Adam in Ronan’s arms again at last, solid and real and fucking freezing.

“Come on, let’s get inside, quick.”

“Ronan, you’ve got no shoes on!”

“I know!” He grabbed Adam’s duffel and then his hand, towing them both swiftly back indoors.

After building a new fire up in the living room and dumping Adam in front of it along with all of the blankets retrieved from Chainsaw’s hoard, Ronan made them each a coffee and then sat down, Adam’s legs draped over his.

“You managed to get a flight out then?” he guessed.

Adam shook his head. “Nope, There’s still nothing until tomorrow, as far as I know.” He had both hands cupped around his mug, his cheeks and the tip of his nose still looking a little pink from the cold, but above everything else he just looked so relieved to be home.

“Then how did you get here?” 

“Some guy overheard me talking to airport staff trying to see if there was any way to get here, and said that he’d just hired the last car available and was heading this way so could give me a ride most of the way. Then I got a bus, then a cab, then I walked.”

Ronan took a second to let that sink in. “You accepted a ride from a stranger?”

Adam shrugged. “Yeah. I was desperate.”

“...Why?”

Adam shrugged again, and looked down at his coffee. “You just sounded so sad, I couldn’t bear it.”

Ronan decided to bypass the ridiculousness and rashness of Adam’s actions and head straight to the love and relief. He put his drink down, took Adam’s from him and put that down too, then bundled Adam into his arms. “I love you. Thank you. Please don’t do that again.”

Adam buried his face in Ronan’s neck. “No promises,” he said. He lifted his head and kissed Ronan lightly on the mouth. “Merry Christmas?”

Ronan grinned. “It is now.”

-

A little after midday, Declan and Matthew arrived at the Barns, arms laden with food and gifts.

“What are you guys doing here?” Ronan asked.

Declan stared stonily at Ronan, then at Adam, who smiled and waved.

“We’re here because someone,” he said, nodding his head in a delighted Matthew’s direction, “thought you’d be sad and lonely because Adam wasn’t here. But I see you’ve had a Christmas miracle.”

Because he was feeling charitable, Ronan got up and gave his surprised brother a hug. “I hope you brought turkey. I’m fucking starving.”

Outside, the snow continued to fall.

#the raven cycle #pynch #trc fic #trc

[wander-wren]

*holds up shield* don’t throw things at me but i have actually developed nuanced opinions on AI over the past couple of months. imagine that. but this isn’t a post about those nuanced opinions! i can get into them later

this is a post where i reluctantly went to chatgpt to perform An Experiment, because if there’s one thing i love it’s writing-related data and making fun of bad writing guilt-free. and now that i’m not ideologically opposed with every atom of my body to AI i can do that!

i chose to give ai one of my older fics (from 2022), both because it was short enough for the text box and because, given all the scraping drama, ai probably already has it anyway. i was very tempted to put in something original, but i haven’t yet.

then i asked it, first, to write something mimicking that style, to….horrible results. i also asked it to write a sequel to the fic, because i had written a sequel myself. i got….interesting results from that. i have some thoughts on how ai writes, what it could be used for, and what it should almost definitely not be used for.

let’s get into it!

so, to start off, i used my raven cycle fic hostage situation. it’s not my best, being both old and written in like an hour for whumptober, but it’s not the worst.

when i asked chatgpt to mimic the style, i expected it to create something similar (this was a kidnapping with torture h/c fic, so something like that) and to do its very best to write something that sounded like a thing i would write. you know, like the ai art that puts in specific artists’ names to get something like their style.

i did not get that. maybe i would have if i had given it a more specific prompt, like, write a story about X in the style of this story, but i didn’t and i don’t really want to go back to chatgpt again, so just…shh. this was still a useful exercise, i promise!

let’s start by looking at the openings of each piece.

first of all, it chose to change the names and some more specific details, but literally nothing else. also love how it switches from ronnie (ronan?) to theo (gansey) almost immediately and there is cassie (noah) and cassie (adam).

also they made my gay fic hetero. alright.

also, this introduces a theme that we see throughout this endeavor. the ai has little to no idea what trc is or who the characters are (actually it has no idea what anything is, i shouldn’t anthropomorphize, but it doesnt have enough data to pick up on patterns like it might with, say, MCU fic). therefore, it ruins one of my favorite things about writing fic, especially for trc, and that is making dozens of subtle references that probably most other fans would even miss.

for example, right here we have references to ronan’s never-ending battle with his phone, his father’s death, and, if you squint, that One Line that goes “jesus,” gansey said, “christ.” which i have heard talked about a few times and lives in my head rent free. i’m sure no one else thinks about it that much, but it’s a very specific inflection and i love it.

the one (1) thing i will say is that “theo’s breath catches” is totally something i would write, and the ai didn’t copy it from this fic. i mean, it’s still pretty generic, but it kinda feels house style-y to me. hm.

continuing on! let’s see what the video is

so basically it stripped out all the fun description. incredibly rude, this was my favorite part to write. again, i’m wondering if there’s something significant about changing “guy who had to be rescued” to a girl.

there’s also a lot of confusion on like, what’s happening and why on the ai’s side. it’s copying my words, but cutting a lot, so there’s no reason for, say, the villain commenting in her mental faculties—she didn’t seem disoriented before, and she hasn’t done anything now to prompt the remark. also, we “see” cassie and then the newspaper gets pulled away to “reveal” her. it’s very messy. we also don’t get cassie telling theo not to come for her, something that is pretty important in adam’s case, mr. self-sacrifice, lover of ronan.

what happens when boyfriend comes to the rescue?

sorry i’m laughing because theo is still gansey in my head and him having like, full tattoo sleeves is Sending Me.

once again, cutting out the good description and making it all generic. this part makes sense, at least, but it’s less interesting. the best parts are the dialogue and THE DIALOGUE IS MINE. verbatim.

the line “time blurs since the video, her only link to theo gone” is grammatically incorrect or at the very least clunky. idk why that got changed.

changed the lastname-firstname switch that is so very important to pynch. kay.

obviously theo isnt ronan and this technically isnt fanfic so we lose the kavinsky/matthew reference, even though that adds depth to the scene when you remember that almost exactly this thing has happened to ronan with someone he loves before, so this has to be very fraught for him.

let’s finish up with the ending!

so this part doesn’t make any sense in the EXTREMELY limited context of the ai’s story. at the very beginning, it said that one of the three has the ability to manipulate illusions (which in itself is a bit odd—shouldn’t it be create illusions? or can you only manipulate illusions that are already there? that’s not very useful), but that doesn’t have anything to do with violence. is the implication that our dear friends [checks notes] ronnie and cassie2 did this??

the implication in the original fic is that ronan used dream creatures or something similar; it’s his subconscious, not technically his own work depending on how you look at it. i don’t believe ronan would commit violence like this where adam could see (hence why he wanted adam not to look) because of adam’s history of abuse, but ronan also has a lot of anger and a lot of monsters in his head and a lot of love for adam. so.

because this is fanfic, i don’t have to spell any of that out. it just is. but in the ai’s story it doesn’t know why or how that part exists, it just copies it.

and then basic ending where the ai says the quiet/implied part out loud. boring.

it should also be noted that chatgpt generated stories only clock in at around 600 words. the three screenshots here are almost all of that generation, while my fic is almost twice as long.

so my main takeaway here, aside from “chatgpt is bad at my favorite part of fanfic” as i said, is that chatgpt can’t really effectively mimic a writing style that isn’t generic or very close to it, because of the whole “most likely word” thing. and if your style is very generic than other human people already write a lot like you and/or could mimic you very easily.

i don’t have an outside perspective on what makes my fics recognizably mine (tell me?), but i’ve had a lot of people comment on the way i describe emotions. which is cool, because i love doing that. i like implying things with body language (especially focusing on where someone is/isn’t looking) even more than directly describing what people are feeling. the ai’s style is very much about stating directly what characters feel, often to the point of redundancy, a huge pet peeve of mine.

so yeah, not uber useful for fanfic writing. tumblr photo limits prevent me from continuing with the second experiment (writing a sequel to this fic), but i’ll be back in a hot second to write that one.

#wren wrambles #gonna put all my proper tags on the reblog

[zephfair]

Trick or treat! 🐈‍⬛

Omggg, I'm so sorry I'm late! I'm terrible! I would unload all my leftover candy on you if I could! 😭🤣

I'm trying to think of something creative to give you for a treat, but I'm coming up blank. Then I started re-reading some WIPs, trying to figure out which one sucks the least to finish, and I came across a scene that made me LOL and I don't remember writing it so I'm going to share it with you.🤣🤣🤣

It's from the comedy I was trying to write about Adam having to go golfing on short notice with his boss in order to secure a big deal, and Ronan is super-awesome helpful, as always. 👍😂

He was reading up on the country club's course on the tablet and watching a golf pro’s instructions on the perfect swing on his laptop when Ronan’s request for FaceTime came through on his phone.

Adam rubbed a hand over his tired eyes and accepted.

“You’re still wearing clothes?” was the greeting that made him sigh loudly.

“We’re not having phone sex tonight, I’m too stressed out.”

“Sex can help with that,” came the reply followed by a loud crunch.

That made Adam look at his phone for the first time then double-take. “Are you really naked, in your childhood bed, eating potato chips while trying to seduce me into phone sex?”

Ronan popped another chip in his mouth and asked crunchily, “Is it working?”

“Not even a little bit,” Adam said dryly. “Unbelievable, Lynch.”

Ronan just shrugged his bare shoulders. “You just get home from work?”

“A little while ago. I’m trying to learn how to play golf.”

“D’you google ‘how to play golf’?”

“Yes, and it was surprisingly unhelpful and overwhelming at the same time. Did you know these assholes say it can take a lifetime to ‘establish the proper swing’? Who the hell has time for that?”

“It’s all a waste of time and money,” Ronan said sagely. “Think of all the sex we could be having while those old rich idiots waste their time on swinging their thing. I’d rather be helping you swing your thing.”

“You know, I have to agree with you there.”

“Maybe they do this rather than having sex with their wives.”

They shared a snicker, then Adam sighed. “There’s too much, Lynch. I can learn the basics on paper, all the terms and technical shit, but I don’t have time to play a round or even schedule a lesson I can’t afford at the country club before we go.”

“What about going to one of those places where you just hit the ball as hard as you can? Gansey took me to one once when we were visiting his family. It was fun until the dude told me I wasn’t supposed to be aiming for the staff cart. How was I to know they weren’t a moving target?”

Adam snorted in amusement despite himself and typed rapidly. “A driving range? That it?”

“Sure,” Ronan said.

“Okay, there’s one right outside of town, and yes! They’re open until seven tomorrow night. I’ll call first thing in the morning and reserve a time. I can maybe get a couple hours in practice. There’s even staff members there, so maybe someone can give me pointers.”

“Great. See, I told you that you’d figure things out. Now, about that sex…”

“Still a no, Lynch."

“Well, how about you keep bitching and complaining and just let me listen and watch.”

Adam narrowed his eyes at him. Ronan raised an eyebrow, unimpressed at his attempt at intimidation. “You really wanna get off to me bitching and complaining?”

“I’ve got nearly a decade’s worth of experience at it. What can I say? You stressing out gets me hot,” Ronan deadpanned.

#i'm sorry it's a poor treat! #happy halloween #two days late! #my fic #ask answered

[otherworldsivelivedin]

10, 11, and 28 for the ao3 wrapped: writers edition. 😘

Hello 🥰🥰

Firstly, I adore your fics. I fangirl all the time. Gaaah!! Secondly, sorry it took me so long to answer but I wanted to post Wildfire first, given I wrote it all in 2022, but my confidence wouldn’t get with the programme 😅

10 - Quickest to write

This would be As the Worlds Caves In, by far! Discord tells me the first draft of 523 words fell out of my brain in just under 30 minutes. After that, I removed one sentence and then it was done! My beta @scone-lover called it “poetic” and gave it “no notes” and I actually felt a literal rush after I reread it like: hot damn that was me??? hahaha 😂

You have to understand, this never happens to me! Usually I do not write in order, spend hours nitpicking (under the guise of “editing”) and moving commas left, right, up and down like that will help me locate confidence. This was not that, and I’m really proud of it 🥰

11 - Longest to write

In terms of posted fics, I would say Wildfire took the longest to write. I think I started writing this in… October? Pen to paper. (Fingers to laptop.)

I’d been thinking about it for longer, though. I had a vivid reel playing in my brain of Ronan, wide eyed saying “Boom!” and lifting Adam up and them play fighting since early May.

28 - favourite fic to write

Again, in terms of posted, this would have to be Taken by Storm. I knew it was going to be my first ever posted fic for the fandom and I really believed in it. It was also a lot of fun to do all of the research for it because I find the topic really interesting — and I did A LOT of research 😅 but some of that included rewatching Storm Chasers, which is a show that means a lot to me nostalgically.

It was a big challenge though. I’m not naturally descriptive, and I have to work hard for my brain to write pretty language/metaphor, which Maggie’s writing is full of. It was a STEEP learning curve coming from Snowbaz (where my naturally farcical writing style fits perfectly) into Pynch, and it still is.

Still, reception to this was amazing! And it’s motivated me to keep trying 🥰🥰

(For not posted, my NaNoWriMo is a second chance romance fic and I’m VERY excited for it!!)

Thanks for the asks!!! ❤️❤️

#pynch #Ronan lynch #Adam Parrish #TRC #the raven cycle #the dreamer trilogy #maggie steifvater #pynch fics

[runekeepershymnal]

Tag game time! Thanks to @your-void-senpai for noticing me.

current time: 1:03 pm (posted at 9:02 PM, tumblr, fix your app plx)

current activity: post-lunch-lumploafing after having run errands this morning, tepidly woring on writing.

currently thinking about: how I’m going to manage the timing/logistics of the mini birthday extravaganza I’m planning for my spouse this week + 6 hours of OT + various appointments

current favorite song: I’ve been repeating “Disco! In the Panic Room” by Bug Hunter a lot. 

currently reading: embarrassingly, mostly my own WIPs to try and get shit finished. 

currently watching: Jujutsu Kaisen season 2, Haikyuu.

current favorite character: I just realized that my ride or die, Adam Parrish, and my new hotness, Nanami Kento, share the same 7/3 birthday. They are both fed-up kings. Kinda makes me want to write a crossover that only two people besides myself might be into.

current wips: …marge simpson hiding her eyes in shame dot gif. 

Here we go. Back-burnered ideas I’ve managed not to start are, fortunately, not included here: 

Relative Worth - the Critical Role S2 Widomauk fic which has been on a loading screen for a depressing amount of time

I Made You a Mixtape - the TRC Pynch fic that I’m tearing my hair out over because I keep thinking “Ronan Lynch would not listen to that. You are a middle aged hipster, you cannot make a mixtape on his behalf.” I’m gonna power through, I swear.

Waking the Dead - JJK Hidden Inventory arc missing scenes fic which is probably going to be completely jossed by the anime, so I better write quick

My Hero [working title only] - Rhack AU fix it fic wherein I make Rhys seem a lot cooler than he is and Jack is totally smitten and despondent when Rhys goes missing. 

Never, Never - A canon divergence Pynch fic in which Kavinsky kidnaps Adam instead of Matthew. 

Sincerity - A Gangsey polycule fic in which Gansey is having a crisis about whether Adam actually loves him or if he’s just part of the package deal.

Non Noncere / Kith and Kin - a post Mister Impossible AU in which  Adam fixed everything and now he and Ronan need to figure out where they go from here, while Declan figures out how to continue to keep his family safe in a world where all the magic is now out in the open.

Magnetic [working title only as there is already an excellent TRC / Pynch epic of that title out there] - A fic I started writing after Mister Impossible, before Greywaren came out, where Adam, Gansey, Blue, and Henry try to fix everything. 

Miseducation - Pynch PoalboP (Porn only a little bit of Plot) wherein Ronan Lynch decides to have fun with Adam’s teacher / older man kink. 

Terms and Conditions - Pynch AU in which Gansey has discovered that the best way to keep Ronan from self destructing is for him to be dommed, but Gansey is only willing to do it platonically / hands off (sorry Ronsey shippers, there’s plenty in the polycule fic?)  Adam was kicked out of Harvard due to a false cheating accusation, and now runs a completely illegal “smart device” management business with an exorbitant termination fee which he uses to blackmail the ultrawealthy. 

Mere Coincidence - A TRC Good Omens Pynch AU in which Ronan is the angel, Adam is the devil, and Gansey is the antichrist

After - TRC Pynch AU where everything is the same except Adam is the ghost and Noah is alive. 

…I may have a problem. 

Tagging @barrywhelk, @avalonjoan, @heavensenthale, @flightspath, if ya wanna, and anyone else who might wanna do it

#tag game #the raven cycle spoilers #the dreamer trilogy spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk spoilers #fic writing problems #goddammit why am I like this?

[noyoucannotpushthevoid]

It's Monday (fur mich), so it's Quote Day for the Raven Cycle Crew

"Cooties chair" - Ronan joking about sitting next to Blue at Nino’s "The lore behind the anti-christ..." - Gansey "I is pebble-sized" - Blue (OOC, but still) "License to be stabbed" - Mr. Gray at his next target  "Polyamory, I got it" - Anyone one looking at the gang "Someone gave the 1600s peasant McDonald's sprite" - Ronan after Gansey tried McDonald’s sprite   “I can be a whimsical slut” - Henry explaining his aesthetic (like the vine) “Two bros, chilling in a tunnel, zero feet apart ‘cause there’s no room!” - everyone crammed into the tunnels looking for Glendower “Bread is nature’s sponge” - Look I can just imagine Maura, at her wits end, saying this while attempting to sop up some like spilled tea in the wee hours of the morning “Why is the sun so hot!?” - Henry “They’ve already graduated from Yale, their lifespan is short” - Blue to Gansey at a formal function “[Adam], I hate to break it to you but you’re bisexual” - Blue explaining queer terminology to Adam “Who’s gonna be a flat fuck tonight?” - K at one of his parties “They excluded me from boob talk so [I] gets bitches” - OOC for Declan, but he’s not the type to have that kind of conversation, and yet he’s known to have dated several people “Look at all these gay people” - just about everyone in that series “Grow a flower, yoink his coffee” - Ronan and Adam in the early morning in the kitchen of the Barns “I’m white, you have to accommodate for my needs!” - What everyone thinks Gansey is going to be like “Cars aren’t typically good for your immune system. Is that what they call an autoimmune disease?” - Ronan making jokes while watching Adam work “Totluck!” - the women of 300 Fox Way deciding on dinner “Twink, woman or non-binary: the three genders” - Noah, Orla, Blue I don’t take critique /j “I need to change my kibble so I can have a shiny coat” - Self-care at the Barns “I’m putting my whole drawussy into this image” - Just something Henry would say “I’m enough abnormalities in a trench coat so that I seem normal” - Gansey “A witch’s brew for bitches true!” - tea at 300 fox way, presented by Calla to Blue’s boys “Um, it’s called lounging sweaty” - Ronan sprawled down the main street of Gansey’s mini Henrietta “You need to stop worrying about all this government bug stuff, and start focusing on the real threat: trees!” - Ronan trying to bring Cabeswater to Gansey’s attention “Not a crackED nail. Crack nail. Like for…crack” - K “Eat clods nerds” - Ronan on a tractor, speeding away from Declan (Give my boy a tractor, he deserves it) “'...megayman' - Adam having a realization, coming out to Blue '...well halfway' - Blue again enlightening him about the wonders of bisexuality" “I’m sorry, but I think you’re being kind of a bitch” - Blue at Ronan (like a threat) “You’re real” - At Ronan “TAXES, THOUGH” (said very loudly) - Blue causing drama at Gansey family functions “[Ronan], your brother is trying to extort me” (In child tattling voice) - Adam “Iscream…AH” - Noah

#the raven cycle #ronan lynch #adam parrish #blue sargent #gansey #henry cheng #noah czerny #mr. gray

[crushpdf]

B’s Final TDT Predictions Bingo Post

it’s 10pm on halloweekend and i’m giving myself 24 hours to bingeread this book. coherence? i don’t know her! let’s fucking go

The Biggie: Ronan is made of the same stuff that Cabeswater and Lindenmere are made of. They are ancient and currently forest-shaped. Ronan is ancient and currently boy-shaped.

(Bryde says he’s “older than Ronan thinks”. Ronan says he “is made of dreams and this world is not for him”.)

(Niall Lynch didn’t have a nightwash problem. Joseph Kavinsky didn’t have a nightwash problem. Ronan Lynch didn’t have a nightwash problem--until Cabeswater went through its unmaking. It undid Ronan a little bit, and Ronan was never whole again.)

Dreamer Genetics: Mor is a dreamer. Mor is Feniall’s dreamer. Mor and Niall were intentionally trying to make Ronan. They got Declan instead.

The Lynch extended family. They have some in New York, apparently. Ronan had an Aunt and an Uncle, apparently. Ronan hates old people, apparently. There is something out there that is good at killing Lynches, apparently. Despite seven books surrounding the Lynch family, we have only seen five of them. Where is the rest of the Lynch family?

I have no idea what the fuck The Lace is. My strongest of vague thoughts are: the lace shadows on the studio wall. Jordan in White. The Lace is not so much a magical entity as a Hennessy Manifestation. Or--The Lace is a magical entity, like Cabeswater, like Ronan, and it’s just lace-shaped for Hennessy.

Whatever the fuck this means:

(I... did not really piece together that the ley lines are suffering lately. I’m not sure what to do with this.)

There is something to be said about how Adam spent three books repairing ley lines. Feeling the ley line inside him. Like a compass. Like a pulse. Aligned with it. This is something Ronan has to have known. And yet Ronan struggles with feeling the same, when Bryde asks him to. I’m reminded of that quote from Good Omens, how people standing in Times Square are unable to see New York City. I’m thinking about how Ronan isn’t in tune with the ley line despite his body being in tune with the ley line.

And there’s an Adam/Bryde parallel in there, too. When Adam fixed the ley line, it was Good. When Bryde fixes the ley line, it’s global destruction.

Boudicca. The kid shit is creepy. Also, recruiting dreamers is... something. It’s power, of course. Specific power, for a specific purpose? What are they trying to dream?

I haven’t forgotten how Stief said that TRC had a sweemetal hidden in plain sight. I also don’t know what it could be.

A tiny thought, but-- “From Chaos” and “Vexed to Nightmare” could have a cool reveal of being partial phrases. They sound like half-descriptors. I want Hennessy’s arc to go from chaos to something else. I want Ronan’s nightmares to have a flip.

idk i guess that’s it! i’m anxious as fuck and feeling weirdly unwilling to read this book, but i deeply adore them and i’m happy to dive back in.

OH ONE LAST THING. After seven books I am simply of the belief that an MC should die. One half of Jordeclan would be deliciously tragic. Matthew would hurt the most.

#b reads #greywaren #b's thoughts

[iammistressofmyfate]

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III/Blue Sargent, Jordan/Declan Lynch, Carmen Farooq-Lane/Hennessy, Matthew Lynch/OC

Tags:  Kid Fic, Magic, Parent-Child Relationship, Parenthood, Established Relationship, Adulthood, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Found Family, Family Love, Grief/Mourning, Adam Parrish Loves Ronan Lynch, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish, Greywaren Spoilers, Running Away, Piercings, Tattoos, Mentions of Death, Vomiting, Minor Injuries, Coming of Age, Anal Sex, Mentions of Depression

Summary: The sample size was small, but literally everyone Ronan knew, besides Hennessy and Carmen Farooq-Lane, were having babies. He didn’t necessarily consider himself the baby having type. Most people would look at him and think that he would be the one to drop said baby. He would be the first to say that his lifestyle was not necessarily accommodating to a baby. But nonetheless…Ronan Lynch wanted a baby 

OR 

The one in which Lindenmere manifests a baby and catapults Ronan and Adam into Parenthood

Excerpt:

6 Years Old

Ronan woke up to small hands patting his face. This was not the first time he had been woken up this way and it didn’t fill him with the same degree of panic that it once had. He opened his eyes and a pair of blue eyes looked back at him, framed by long, dramatic eyelashes. 

“Daidí,” Aoife whispered. 

“Aoife,” Ronan whispered back, his voice rough from sleep. 

“We gots to take out the animals.”

Ronan narrowed his eyes, looking at the clock on his bedside table. He had about another hour and forty minutes of sleep, which he’d originally intended to take, but now probably wasn’t going to be able to with his six year old standing at his bedside. 

“Not yet, slugger,” he said, using the affectionate epithet he’d come up with when he’d started teaching Aoife how to box. He sat up a little and leaned over to heft Aoife into bed. She giggled and Ronan shushed her gently. “Don’t wake up Daddy.”

Aoife smiled, putting her finger to her lips, but Adam had rolled over next to Ronan, one eye open, squinted. 

“I’m up,” he murmured. 

[Chapter Ten]

[The Beginning]

#pynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish #bluesey #blue sargent #richard campbell gansey iii #jordan hennessy #jordeclan #declan lynch #kid fic #the dreamer trilogy #the raven cycle #my writing #fanfiction

[catboynecromancy]

Ronan dreams alphabetti spaghetti that spells out swear words in the bowl

"You've got to be fucking with me, Lynch." Adam tosses his work gloves on the table, a few feet off from where Ronan sits. He settles with a chair between them, grabbing the carton of potentially expired milk to chug, while Ronan glances up from where he'd been staring, thoughtful, at a bowl of Spaghettios.

"You're not seriously eating that for breakfast," Adam says, pulling the carton's lip from his mouth. "Are you?"

Ronan rolls his eyes and laughs, pointing his fast-looking dream spork at Adam. "I don't need any diet advice from you, Mr. Hamburger buns. Besides, these are special Spaghettios."

The word special shouldn't pique Adam's curiosity, but it does. He peers over, hoping to get a glimpse, but Ronan shields the bowl with his arm. "What's so different about them?" He asks, trying to sound disinterested, probably failing.

"Dream Spaghettios," Ronan answers.

"You dreamt up...Spaghettios? Why? Let me see!" Adam leans closer, but Ronan keeps his arm up.

"Nope."

"C'mon."

"Nah."

"Why not?"

"You're not gonna like them."

Adam's brows draw in, frowning. "Why would you think that?"

"I dunno." Ronan shakes his head, his arm dropping just a little so Adam can glimpse the shape of letters, but not make out exactly what they say. "Promise not to get mad?"

"You know I can't promise that," Adam sighs. "But I'll try."

There is another moment before Ronan finally moves his limb, revealing a bowl of what looks like normal Spaghettios, except for the way they shift and form ever changing words that are difficult to discern like dreams often are.

Hey Parrish, it reads at first and, then, morphs into, Wanna Fuck?

Adam clasps a hand over his mouth, stopping the squeaking laugh before it comes out. His shoulders shake from the effort to contain himself, giggling silently despite himself. "You're such an asshole," he says, affectionately. "I have to work in an hour, y'know."

Ronan grins, proud and sharp. "You'd deny me a well-rounded breakfast?"

"Fuck you," Adam snaps back through his laughter.

"I'm trying, man."

#i typed this up at work so dont mind if its lame #hahaha #pynch #my prompts #ronan lynch #adam parrish #anonymous #asks