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neurosses · 4 months
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i read all ur pynch fics and i need more!!! do u have any fic recs that are similar to your writing style or any fics at all that u think are good?
anon... (a) thank you for the wonderful compliment and (b) you have inspired me to FINALLY post my pynch fic recc list! xoxo. note that this list includes fic of all ratings on ao3.
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
The Roots that Clutch by TheCryingClub
don’t it beat a slow dance to death by solitarydreaming
carried my body back to shore by solitarydreaming
Transubstantiation* by audikatia
am i turning in your stomach, am i making you sick by undergroundash (note: this is an experimental, grounded AU in that it takes place in the setting of canon but centers around ambiguously non-canonical events)
together, transformed by Otherworldliness
move your feet from hot pavement (and into the grass) by CoraRochester (note: this is grounded in canon with a change in Adam’s epilogue)
cry wolf, cry mercy by flitwickslittlebrotha
gets late early by charactershoes
ALTERNATIVE FIRST KISS
Every Stupid Little Thing by Diana_Dreams
every dream i've ever had has been of myself by cloverspies
it’s time you found another reason to stay by cloverspies
cool of your hand, back of my neck by me (yippee!)
summer’s a knife by theheartischill
“MISSING SCENE” & CANON COMPLIANT
Wonderterror Weekend by nimmieamee
Son of a Nuclear A-Bomb by nimmieamee (note: this is totally grounded in canon but came out before the Dreamer Trilogy — so incredibly good and actually predicts tons of Lynch lore)
Complete my sin by becka
The hang of being alive again by applecrumbledore
show me where to tie the other end of this chain by oorione
to be shipwrecked together by deathlessaphrodite (note: all of deathlessaphrodite’s fic is incredibly good and I’m featuring my favorites in this list)
for the tulips we are not sorry by deathlessaphrodite
be afraid to know your neighbors and to die by deathlessaphrodite
things fall apart, the centre cannot hold by basicallymonsters
patrimony by whatimages
not so transparent by whatimages
live around it by whatimages
feels better biting down by charactershoes
ille mi par esse deo videtur by sleeptodream
Roses in Between My Thighs by orphan_account
*I haven’t finished reading this yet, but so far I’m really enjoying it.
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lizpaige · 29 days
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WIP Wednesday 💭
here's a snippet of my declan outside pov of pynch (set of vignettes exploring declan's trust of one adam parrish)
Text from Ronan I need a ride to church
There were two baffling things about this text from his brother. One, Ronan texted him. Also, Ronan texted him without profanity, a middle finger, and with more than one letter. Declan often found the ever infuriating letter k more often than even a response from his brother. The second unknown was why Ronan was willing to spend time in the Volvo with Declan driving. Anytime they did have to travel together, Ronan was quick to explode in profanities about Declan’s A-safety rating driving habits before threatening to throw himself out while they were cruising at a respectable 65 on the highway. 
Declan immediately thought the worst. He must have totaled the BMW. He tried calling Ronan once, twice, but gave up before the third time with no answer. He tried texting, knew that was useless, but tried anyway. No answer. Typical. He could feel the acid creeping up his throat, the anxiety of having to deal with the insurance mess, the unknown of what kind of deathtrap vehicle Ronan could dream up next. 
So when he pulled up to their childhood home on Sunday morning, he was shocked to see the BMW sitting unscathed in the driveway. 
“What the fuck,” Declan grunted under his breath, unsure if he was happy to see the vehicle or angry that Ronan put him through hell on the lead up to absolutely nothing.
“See?” Matthew grinned from the passenger seat. “The car is fine! You had nothing to worry about.”
“Sure.”
Declan shot off a text to Ronan, he did not want to get out of the car, and scrolled through a few work emails while he waited for his brother to show up. He let the anger simmer and slowly dissipate, working on breathing through his nose. He would not be the first to blow up today, and let Ronan paint him as the bad guy to Matthew. He could already see it now, Ronan shrugging innocently at Declan, a quiet and sarcastic I just wanted more time with you, bro, and Matthew would hear none of its irony. 
Two or three minutes passed and Declan looked up at the front door just in time to see a shadow pass behind the glass. Good, kept them waiting long enough. The front door open and his brother wasn’t alone. 
Behind Ronan, still in the shadows of the foyer, was clearly Adam Parrish, in wrinkled clothes, dark circles under his eyes, and a smirk. He was saying something to Ronan, who laughed genuinely, the kind of laugh Declan heard most often when Ronan was making jokes at Declan’s expense. Something else passed between them, a look Declan couldn’t quite place, it was too quick. 
Ronan hopped off the top of the porch onto the gravel, heading toward the Volvo. 
“Lynch,” Adam called from the doorway, stepping out and using his back to keep the screen door open. 
Ronan turned, patted his pockets, and then tossed a set of keys, no doubt the ones that belonged to his BMW, to Adam, who caught them deftly. 
What. The. Fuck.
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isaacisunsure · 1 month
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My favorite genre is pynch oneshots where Adam and Ronan don't get together, but they do act really sweet and have cute moments that are placed before trk. I am giggling into my pillow like a school girl over these rn they are so sweet and funny and I love them so much highly recommended especially this one which is INVADING MY MIND NOW ALL THE TIME.
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cheeeryos · 28 days
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zephfair · 6 months
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Ronan/Adam Meet-Cute AU Rated Teen
Based on this fantastic idea
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WARNING TAGS: motor vehicle crash but no blood and no serious injuries, flooding, language. Fluff, ofc.
It was a dark and stormy night, and Ronan didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t mind the dark, and he wasn’t afraid of storms, but it made the drive home to the Barns feel even longer. Normally he’d be driving at least 15 over the posted speed limit, but the heavy rain made it hard to see even with his wipers on high, and his high beams didn’t illuminate much more than shiny asphalt.
But he always bragged he could make the drive home from Declan’s in his sleep, and this was as close to having his eyes closed as was safe.
So he was surprised when a single headlight appeared in his rear-view mirror and stayed there, mile after mile. Maybe the most shocking thing was that the vehicle with one only headlight kept up with him, staying about the same distance back even through the twistiest turns of the two-lane back roads that Ronan preferred over the interstate.
Ronan kept one eye on it in boredom as he drew closer to Singers Falls, but he was forced to concentrate on his own driving when he crested a hill and realized instead of the lazy little stream and narrow bridge at the bottom, there was only a rushing flow of muddy brown water. The rain from the storm had been strong enough to make the stream overflow its banks and flood the bridge and road.
He had a split second to decide what to do, but he knew it probably wouldn’t be very deep and so disregarded all safety advice and drove right through it.
The waves of water that splashed around the BMW proved he’d been right and that the bridge still held. But as he steered out of it, he glanced back at the headlight that plunged into the water but instead of coming out the other side, suddenly veered off, shook erratically, then went dark.
“Oh shit,” Ronan said and slammed on his brakes which sent his car into a skid that took all his focus for several long seconds. He got it under control and stopped, right in the middle of the road. There was no light at all in his rear-view.
“Fuck,” he sighed and did a messy three-point turn. Surely the driver had just skidded off the road and was probably fine. Of course, they were. And if they were stuck, they would have a cell phone to call for assistance. They didn’t need his help.
Unless, they did. Ronan wasn’t sure he could go home until he knew what had happened. He approached slowly and his stomach sank when he couldn’t see the other car at all.
A sharp streak of lightning gave him a split second of bright vision, let him make sure that there was no car or truck bobbing in the stream, at least, and he didn’t see any vehicle on the bank. So where the hell was it?
Ronan stopped his BMW where he could keep his headlights on where he thought the vehicle should’ve been. There was maybe a glint of metal and a lump that looked out of place.
He struggled out of his car into the downpour, swearing and leaning back in to rummage until he found a flashlight in the door’s pocket. It didn’t illuminate much either but the scene was slowly becoming clearer.
He swore again when he realized the one headlight hadn’t been a sign of a car with one burnt out bulb; no, it had been a motorcycle that some insane fool was driving at high speeds through a dark Virginia thunderstorm.
Ronan spun around, looking frantically for where the rider could’ve been thrown off.
Then he saw him. The rider was several yards from the bike, and, thankfully, also from the swiftly running flood water. But he was lying motionless on his front in the mud, his helmet down in a mound of it. With his backpack still in place, he reminded Ronan of a sad turtle flattened on the highway.
Ronan really didn’t want to find another dead body. He didn’t want the years of nightmares. He did not want to find this dude’s battered and bleeding body. But it didn’t look like he had a choice.
He shuffled up slowly and swore then hauled back his boot and nudged the dude right in the unprotected ribs, but gently.
“Hey, man, you dead?” was probably not the best thing to say but whatever.
To Ronan’s huge and unexpected relief, the body jerked.
“Oh thank Christ, you’re alive. Do you need some help?”
The body flailed its arms and legs, looking like it was trying to make upside down snow angels in the mud. But it didn’t try to rise.
There were angry muffled noises coming from the helmet, and when Ronan squatted down alongside, another flail of the hand struck his leg then gestured toward the helmet.
“What the fuck? Is your neck broke?” Ronan didn’t know what to do. He’d always heard you shouldn’t move an injured person for fear of hurting them worse.
Then the body moved both hands to its helmet, kicked its legs like a child throwing a temper tantrum, and emitted a muffled scream.
“Oh shit, are you stuck?” Ronan finally understood. The helmet was heavy and was probably encased in the thick mud from the flooding, and the poor rider couldn’t get the angle or force to get it unstuck, and maybe water was coming in and…
Ronan grabbed the helmet and tugged it and the head inside up. As soon as the helmet was free, the rider jerked to his other side and rolled over, pulling himself to sit up. His gloves seemed too bulky to get the helmet unfastened, so Ronan reached out and helped.
Mud and water poured out of the helmet as the guy gasped for air as he maneuvered it off. There was just enough light from Ronan’s forgotten flashlight to illuminate what he immediately thought was a pretty face, the face of an angel. If an angel could be pissed off, swearing, drenched, and covered in mud.
“Do you need an ambulance?” Ronan finally asked when the guy stopped his swearing. “Anything broken? Concussion?”
He shook his wet head and took a few more deep breaths. “No, I think I’m just bruised all over. It doesn’t even feel like road rash. I think the mud and water broke my fall.”
“Nearly broke you. What were you thinking, taking a motorcycle through a flood like that?”
The guy’s chin came up and he met Ronan’s eyes in stubbornness. “I didn’t see it was flooded until it was too late. I was just following some asshole who must have driven right through that mess.”
“Yeah, I did. But I know the road and still almost lost it.”
The guy looked him over, never apologizing for calling him an asshole. “My bike,” he suddenly exclaimed and splashed around, trying to stand up.
Ronan grabbed his flashlight and reached out for the guy’s elbow as he stood, trying to steady him because he swayed and wasn’t putting all his weight on his right leg. The guy jerked away so Ronan stepped back.
“I think your bike’s over there,” Ronan swung the flashlight’s dim beam in the direction of the glint of metal he’d seen from the car headlights.
“Oh no,” the guy said and plunged forward through the mud and standing water.
Ronan followed him because why not, he was already drenched and up to his knees in mud. He tried to keep the flashlight pointed at the guy’s feet as he squelched along, fighting through the mud to pull up his sneakers.
“Oh no,” the guy said again as he bent over the bike on its side in the deep mud. The flowing current of the stream was inching closer to it.
“Is it okay?” Ronan gazed over his shoulder.
“Does it look okay?” the guy snapped. “Do you know what the mud and water will do to the engine? Shit!”
The guy grabbed the handlebars and pulled, but nothing happened.
“Do you want—”
“Don’t just stand there. Can you help me get my bike up?”
“Sure,” Ronan joined him, tugged on a handlebar, but nothing happened.
“Wait, we have to…” the guy pushed Ronan out of the way then showed him how he wanted Ronan to lift while he pushed, and they finally got the motorcycle out of the sucking mud.
A flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder illuminated the scene. The guy was holding the bike handlebars to steady it, his eyes roving over the damaged motorcycle. It wasn’t a flashy crotch rocket or a chromed-up hog like a Harley. It just was a really nice bike somewhere in between. Ronan wondered how the sweet bike and the angry rider could manage to look so sexy under the circumstances.
“It’s fucked up,” the guy said. “Shit, what do I do now?”
He jolted when Ronan spoke, as if he’d forgotten he was even there. “Do you, uh, need a ride somewhere?”
The guy squinted at him as if the question was just too dumb. Ronan fought the urge to backtrack and kept his mouth shut.
“I can’t leave my bike here,” the guy finally said.
“I’ll call for a tow.”
“No, that’s too expensive,” the guy said quickly. “Shit, maybe, if we get it back on the road, it’ll start.”
Ronan held his tongue because he was no mechanic, but even he could tell that wouldn’t happen. But he helped the guy guide the bike away from the flooded stream toward the road. There was a drainage ditch along the road that was also full of water.
The guy cursed as they came to a stop. “This isn’t going to work,” he finally admitted.
“What if we hide your bike in the brush over there?” Ronan pointed to a stand of scraggly shrubs along a fence near the road but far enough from the stream and the ditch that it shouldn’t be reached by the flood. “Then I can give you a ride into town.”
“I’m headed to Henrietta,” the guy said.
Ronan shrugged. “Then you’re probably not gonna get there right now anyway.” He pointed to the distance. “You gotta take this road and go over another creek before the turn-off to Henrietta, and it always floods, way before this one does.”
“Then where are you headed?”
“Singers Falls,” Ronan said, easily brushing off the guy’s suspicions. “I turn off at the top of the hill and it’s all up and over until I get home.”
The guy swore under his breath.
“Look, why don’t you come home with me? Then when the flooding goes down, you can call someone to come meet you or I’ll just run you home to Henrietta.”
“I don’t live in Henrietta,” the guy was quick to say, even though Ronan had been catching hints of a local accent all along. “And my friends don’t know I’m coming. I don’t want to drag them out on a night like this.”
“Well, then come back to my place. You can get cleaned up, see if you’re injured and stay the night. These storms aren’t supposed to last much longer, so the roads will be fine by morning.”
The guy stood very still, looking Ronan up and down with the most judgmental look Ronan had ever garnered, and he’d visited Gansey in D.C. during Republican fund-raiser weekends while Ronan was still in his teenage punk anarchist phase.
“You’d just invite a stranger to stay at your place?”
Ronan shrugged. “Sure. I can protect myself if things go bad.”
“Well, what are the odds that both of us are serial killers,” the guy said dryly.
“Ha, ha,” Ronan said but kept a wary eye on him anyway.
“Fine. Help me get my bike over there?”
“No, I’m just going to stand out here since I’m already drenched through and watch you do it.”
Ronan couldn’t be sure in the dark but he thought the guy rolled his eyes. Once they’d gotten the motorcycle rolled into the shrubbery and pulled branches over it, Ronan led the way back to his car.
“Hey, I can’t get in there. I’m covered in mud,” the guy said as Ronan opened the passenger’s side door to clear his empty drink bottles and wrappers off the seat.
Ronan grunted in acknowledgment and went around to the trunk where he found an old blanket to spread over the seat.
“I’m still going to get it all wet,” the guy said, still stubbornly holding onto the door.
“I don’t fucking care. I’m going to get my seat wet too,” Ronan gave up and stomped around to get in the driver’s seat. Although the guy was really hot, he was starting to get on Ronan’s nerves. If he didn’t want to accept the help, then he could just stand out there in the rain and wait for someone else.
The guy must have come to that realization too, and the fact that not one vehicle had driven past in the entire time they’d been there. He finally slung his backpack off, threw it into the foot well, and dropped into the car.
Then he sighed, long and loud. “What a damn shitty night.”
“Well, hell, it’s been all sunshine and rainbows for me,” Ronan said, starting the car.
The guy snorted. “Since it looks like we’ll be getting to know each other, what’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Bald Asshole in my mind.”
“Thanks,” Ronan said, “I appreciate that. I’m Ronan. And you are?”
“Adam. Sorry I’m being a dick. But why were you speeding like a damn maniac when you knew that stream was going to be flooded? The bridge could’ve been washed out completely.”
“But it wasn’t,” Ronan said, as he drove a little slower than he normally would have since it was still raining heavily and hard to see. “I, uh, actually forgot that stream floods, and when I came over the hill, I didn’t want to slam on the brakes. Figured it was safer to drive on through.”
Adam shook his head. “Wish I’d had some warning. I was going too fast to stop too, but I saw your taillights already on the other side so I thought it was okay.”
“Who rides a motorcycle through a thunderstorm anyway?” Ronan tried to deflect some blame.
“They weren’t forecast when I left this morning,” Adam said stiffly. “It was supposed to be clear all night.”
“Well, it’s summer in Virginia. We can get a thunderstorm any time.”
“Yeah, I remember,” Adam said, and turned his face to look out the window.
Ronan rolled his eyes, but let the conversation die until they got to the intersection. It seemed to rouse Adam a little.
“Isn’t the road to Henrietta down there?” he pointed.
“Yep, about a mile down the hill, over the creek and through its flood plane.”
“And you’re sure it’ll be impassable?”
“I grew up in Singers Falls. We couldn’t get to town any time the rain was heavy.”
Adam sighed again and seemed to accept his fate was with Ronan.
The drive to Singers Falls wasn’t long from there, but Ronan kept all his attention on the road as it dipped and weaved through the hills where houses were few and far between. He was coming up on the lights of the one gas station in the area when he realized he didn’t have any food in the house. Well, not anything that he would serve to a guest.
He slowed and glanced over at Adam whose head resting against the window. Ronan looked again to see that Adam’s eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open.
“Oh fuck no,” Ronan said and swerved into the parking lot, slamming to a stop.
Adam grunted as his head bounced off the window. “What the hell? Did you get us stuck in another flood?”
“Holy fuck,” Ronan clutched the steering wheel and tried to calm his racing heart. “I thought you were dead. Again.”
Adam yawned. “That implies that I was dead once already.”
Ronan growled impatiently, “You know what I mean, that I thought again you were dead, whatever.”
“I just dozed off. It’s been a long day.”
“Well, you shouldn’t go to sleep if you have a concussion.”
“I told you, I don’t have a concussion. And before you argue, yes, I’ve had a concussion before, so I know what it feels like.”
Ronan swore again. “Well, just don’t die until you’re on your own tomorrow. You’re hell on my nerves.”
That made Adam laugh at him, and it was such a delighted laugh that Ronan melted toward him again. “Are we at your place?”
“No,” Ronan suddenly remembered why he’d wanted to stop. “But I haven’t had dinner, and I’ve been away for the week at my brother’s so I don’t have much food at home. This place has good sandwiches. And six-packs.”
“I don’t drink,” Adam said. “And I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
“You want to come in?” Ronan asked as he parked right outside the door of the gas station.
“Naw, just get me whatever.” Adam started to shimmy around, probably reaching for his wallet in his back pocket.
“I got it, don’t worry,” and Ronan jumped out of the car before Adam could argue.
Dinesh greeted him as always, asked how bad the roads were, shook his head over the mud Ronan’s boots dragged in.
“Sorry,” Ronan said sheepishly. “You want me to take them off and go in my socks?”
Dinesh just laughed, “I’m teasing you. You’re the only person I’ve had in here all night. I can sweep up after you’re gone.”
“Thanks, man,” Ronan said. “Can you make me two of the curried chicken salad sandwiches, large? And if you have any turkey, two of those too? With cheese?”
“Of course,” Dinesh said, already getting to work behind the counter while Ronan went to the coolers. He picked out six different bottles of soda then went back and grabbed four different juices and a carton of milk too. Dinesh was wrapping the sandwiches as he chose family bags of chips and pretzels and added them to the pile on the counter.
“You have some romantic company tonight? You need anything else from behind the counter here?” Dinesh gave him a knowing grin.
Ronan shrugged but he felt some color rise on his cheeks. It was distinctly weird to be asked about “romantic company” by a man who’d been feeding the Lynches since his parents had moved there from Ireland. “I just have a friend stuck here because the road to Henrietta will be flooded.”
“Ah,” Dinesh looked distinctly disappointed at Ronan’s lack of love-life, but not nearly as disappointed as Ronan himself.
He’d had the one fling in high school, an unhealthy relationship with a boyfriend who’d been toxic, and despite what his friend Gansey said, he had not hidden himself away on the family farm afterward. He just didn’t love meeting new people and he knew he’d not find a boyfriend so long as he didn’t meet new people, but Ronan was just hypocritical enough that he didn’t think about it.
He apologized again for the mud, pretended not to notice Dinesh adding a pack of mints to his bags, and ran back through the rain to the car.
Seeing Adam asleep this time didn’t send him into a panic, but he did watch his chest to make sure Adam was breathing before he exhaled in relief and started the car.
Adam stayed asleep the rest of the way to the Barns right up until Ronan eased to a stop in front of the farmhouse. Ronan looked him over by the dim glow of the dashboard lights. Even with the streaks of mud covering him, Ronan thought he was just about the prettiest man he’d ever seen. He had high cheekbones, a nice nose and thin lips that expressed all his emotions too clearly. He was nearly as tall as Ronan, but leaner, more wiry even with a bulky windbreaker on.
It was his hands that Ronan focused on last, curled loosely in his lap, but really nice. And from how capably he’d handled his motorcycle, they knew what to do too.
Then Ronan realized he was staring at a sleeping stranger like a psycho creeper, so he shook himself and gently prodded Adam’s shoulder.
“Hey, wake up. We’re here,” he said, voice a little gruffer than he’d planned.
Adam did a little stretch, abbreviated by a wince of pain. His eyes fluttered open and he glanced around then shut them again and sighed. “Shit. I hoped maybe it was all a nightmare.”
“Thanks, Sleeping Beauty. That’s a real shitty thing to say to the dude who saved your sorry ass.”
Adam leveled an unimpressed glare at him. “I’m sure you’re a real Prince Charming, but I’d’ve sooner not wrecked my bike and almost drowned in mud.”
“Well, we’re home now, so you can get cleaned up and eat and then be as pissy as you want, but at least you’ll be clean and dry.”
“Good point,” Adam agreed. “Lead on.”
They ran through the rain and Ronan fumbled his keys while Adam laughed at him. Once inside, Ronan moved through the downstairs turning on lights, calling over his shoulder to give Adam a running tour. Then he stuck his head back out of the kitchen when he sensed Adam wasn’t following him.
“You just gonna stand in the hall all night?”
Adam turned from staring at the family photos dotted around the walls. “I don’t wanna track mud all through the place. Your house?”
Ronan nodded and rejoined him. “It’s where I grew up. All mine now.”
Adam nodded back.
“So, do you want to eat first or take a shower?”
“Shower, God, yes please.”
Ronan chuckled at his enthusiasm for the first time all night and led him upstairs. He bustled to set out towels and point out where everything was while Adam stood there silently.
“Dude, you’re kind of freaking me out,” Ronan finally admitted. “Are you sure you don’t have some kind of brain injury?”
Adam grimaced. “No, I don’t have a brain injury. I’m just a little … overwhelmed. This isn’t what I was expecting when you said about your place.”
“What did you expect?”
“You’re about my age so I figured some kind of trashy dorm bachelor apartment crowded with roommates, not … this.”
“Sorry to disappoint you,” Ronan said wryly.
“Shut up, it’s not disappointing. Just surprising. Your house is really nice.”
“Well, fuck, man, if you think this is nice, just wait until you try the shower. You’re going to want to make love to the water pressure,” Ronan said, deflecting the compliment like a champ.
“Thanks for the warning,” Adam said, finally putting down his backpack on the bathroom floor.
“Do you need clean clothes or anything?”
“No, it should be… well…” Adam knelt down and opened the backpack then grimaced. He looked up at Ronan, whose heart clenched at the position, Adam on his knees so close to Ronan’s waist.
Adam’s eyes flickered downward just for an instant then met Ronan’s again. “I hate to impose any more, but this bag failed its waterproof test.”
“No problem. I’ll leave some things in the hall. Now get in there and enjoy the water.”
Adam climbed back to his feet with a groan. “Thanks. And I’ll be sure to keep things platonic with your water pressure.”
Ronan laughed a little breathlessly and escaped the close quarters of the bathroom. Get it together, Lynch. Don’t be a fuckin’ weirdo. The super-sexy guy is depending on you, he told himself as he gathered clean clothes from his room and left them outside the bathroom door.
The shower was already running, and he really did hope Adam was enjoying it.
He went back to his room where changing into a clean pair of jeans and T-shirt removed his mud damage, his skin already dried. Then he went back downstairs to lay out the sandwiches and snacks on the kitchen table and wait.
It seemed like Adam took forever, and just when Ronan was starting to worry that he’d suffered some kind of fainting spell and slipped and hit his head and was drowning in the bottom of Ronan’s own shower, the noise of the water cut off with the squeak of the one usual pipe.
Ronan breathed a little easier then. It wasn’t long before he heard soft footsteps down the stairs and realized that he was sitting at the head of the table, fingers steepled before his face, like some kind of movie villain waiting for a sacrificial victim, so he jumped up and had just hit his hip on the island, making him swear when Adam’s quiet laugh came from behind him.
“You were right about that water pressure. I think I’d like to propose to it,” Adam said.
Ronan snorted and rubbed his hip. “Too late. It’s already happily married to me. Although, we might be open to a threesome.”
He didn’t know why he’d said that, and he felt the color rise in his cheeks, but Adam just laughed again as Ronan turned to face him.
Ronan couldn’t say a word. Adam dressed in his own clothes was simply too much for his brain, and libido, to handle at the moment. Adam’s clean sandy hair was fluffy and soft, hanging over his forehead in a way that Ronan longed to brush back. Ronan’s black V-neck T-shirt clung to his shoulders, a little big there and bigger through the chest, but Ronan knew exactly how soft it would feel if he put his hands on Adam’s pecs. The gray sweatpants were loose the way Ronan liked them, and his feet were covered by a pair of athletic socks. In short, he looked like something out of one of Ronan’s wetter dreams.
“How much do I owe you for dinner?”
“Nothing,” Ronan said quickly adding when Adam pulled a stubborn look. “I was going to stop for myself anyway. And it was either this or hot dogs from the freezer with no buns. So, just shut up and eat.”
Adam started to argue again, but Ronan ignored his protestations to retrieve all the drinks he’d bought from the fridge. “Sit your ass down and eat,” he said again, and with a longing look at the food, Adam finally obeyed, but not before he mocked Ronan for buying so many bottles of beverages.
Ronan just shrugged and sat down, pointedly not watching Adam eat for fear that he might just want to jump him right then and there.
Ronan knew he sucked at small talk, but it didn’t seem like Adam was much for friendly bullshit either. They ate their way through the sandwiches and Adam polished off half a bag of pretzels while Ronan stuck to the Cool Ranch Doritos.
“I’ll wash the dishes,” Adam volunteered when they’d both finished.
“What fucking dishes? Two plates?”
Adam gestured to the counter beside the sink, but Ronan only snorted. “Those were dirty before I left for D.C.”
“Your housekeeping skills are lacking if you’d go away while leaving dirty dishes at home,” Adam said.
“You wanted me to live in some filthy bachelor apartment and now you critique my dishwashing?”
“Just sayin’,” Adam shrugged with a little smirk.
Ronan sighed and got up to pile their plates onto the other stack. “It seems like the rain is finally letting up. Do you want me to try and get you to Henrietta tonight?”
Adam tilted his head, like he was listening to see if he could hear the rain from inside the kitchen. “I mean, it’s not that late. But…” he broke off to yawn and then smile sheepishly. “I don’t know if I want to risk getting wet and having you drive that far to just find out the road’s still flooded.”
“You’re welcome to stay here, man. Both my brothers’ bedrooms are free and the beds are clean, so you can take your pick.”
“Would it be okay if I did my laundry? I think my clothes for tomorrow will be all right if I hang them up now, but that mud will stain what I had on tonight.”
“Yeah, sure, get ‘em and I’ll throw them in the washer.”
Adam hesitated by the door. “You might as well put yours in too. See if we can get all the mud out at once.”
“Sure,” Ronan said again, stunned by how easy he wanted to fall into domesticity with Adam.
Once they got the washer running, Adam insisted on helping with the dishes, so Ronan reluctantly dried as they worked. It meant he got to stand hip-to-hip with Adam and even bumped him once when Adam made fun of the way he stored his mugs and glasses.
“My cupboards, my rules,” Ronan said, snapping the tea towel at him limply. “Why do you have such strong opinions about housekeeping anyway?”
The question made Adam freeze for a second. “I don’t know,” he said slowly, his accent a little stronger for a moment. “There’s just something about this house that feels like things should be done...right.”
“Well, my mom would’ve agreed with you,” Ronan said. “But you’re kind of a dick.”
That jolted a laugh from Adam. “Believe it or not, I’ve been called that before.”
“I do believe it, but you’re only my second favorite dick,” Ronan said without thinking.
“Oh really?” Adam said, suddenly concentrating on scrubbing a cereal bowl. Ronan watched a ruddy red creep up his neck to his cheeks.
Then Ronan realized what he’d said. “I don’t mean dick dick. I mean, like, the name Dick. My best friend’s first name is Dick but he never uses it. Because of misunderstandings like that. So he’s my Dick but Gansey would rather ignore me than answer to that.”
The bowl clattered back into the dishpan. “Gansey? Your best friend’s name is Dick Gansey?”
“Yeah,” Ronan said, ready to get defensive.
“Not Richard Campbell Gansey the third?”
“Yeah,” Ronan said, now a little freaked out.
Adam turned, mouth hanging open, hands dripping on the floor. “There is no way that you know Gansey.”
Ronan crossed his arms over his chest and unintentionally made himself bigger. “How exactly do you know Gansey?”
“Gansey is my friend, my really good friend, at Harvard.”
“Oh my fucking God, you go to Harvard too?”
“Yes! But how the hell do you know him?!”
“Didn’t he ever mention his formative years at Aglionby Academy, Henrietta’s finest purveyor of the future assholes of America?”
“Well, yes, of course. We’ve talked about how we missed each other by miles when—” Adam cut himself off.
So Adam was from Henrietta, Ronan noted, but he didn’t let it distract him. “And didn’t he tell you about his feckless yet handsome best friend who quit Aglionby his senior year in order to move back to the family farm and take it over?”
Adam’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open in shock. “You’re Lynch?!”
Ronan nodded slowly. “The one and only. Well, the only Ronan Lynch to Dick Gansey.”
“I don’t believe it,” Adam said.
Ronan wracked his brain for all the conversations Gansey had prattled on about Harvard, all the texts, the emails, and he finally came up with “Are you Parrish? The perfect, pleasing paragon who Gansey’s been trying to get to move in with him since his freshman year?”
“Holy shit, he never actually called me that, did he?”
“He probably did. But I never pay all that much attention when he’s going on about all you Harvard nerds.”
“No fucking way,” Adam breathed out, still staring at Ronan. “I don’t believe it.”
Ronan raised an eyebrow. “Out of all the bullshit that’s happened to you tonight, that’s the one thing you don’t believe?”
“No. I just mean… What are the odds? That the one person I’m following and who stopped to help me and who offered me a place to stay is the best friend of my best friend. That’s so … bizarre.”
“And the person who saved you from seeing if you could breathe mud,” Ronan reminded.
“Unbelievable,” Adam repeated and finally seemed to realize that he was still dripping dish water on the floor so he turned back to the sink.
“It is pretty unbelievable,” Ronan agreed, taking the beleaguered cereal bowl from Adam’s lax hand to rinse and dry it. “Maybe it was fate. Karma.”
“I don’t know what I did in another life to deserve this,” Adam murmured and Ronan stepped back.
“Okay, now who’s the asshole.”
“No, no I just mean,” Adam leaned on the sink and stared out the window into the darkness. Ronan stared over his shoulder at their reflections in the dark glass until Adam met his eyes. “I just mean, you could’ve been an ax murderer, but instead you saved me from drowning in mud, and you’re … you, and now you come with impeccable bona fides that’ve reassured me you’re not going to murder me while I sleep. It’s just pretty unreal.”
There was a long moment of silence while Ronan thought that all through. “What’d you mean, I’m me?”
Adam put his eyes down and started to concentrate on washing the rest of the silverware. Ronan nudged him gently in the back. “What exactly do you mean?”
Adam cleared his throat and rinsed the silverware. “I just mean, that you’re something else, Ronan. Lynch.”
“If it helps, I never thought Gansey had any friends like you, or I might have actually made it up to grand old Harvard to visit him.”
“Friends like me,” Adam parroted and gave up the pretense of the dishes, dumping the silverware into the drain board and turning to face Ronan. “What exactly do you mean?”
Ronan squared his shoulders and decided that he wasn’t going to wimp his way out of this. “I mean, that you’re very attractive. And if we’d met in another way, somewhere else, that I’d want to ask you out.”
Adam gulped hard enough that Ronan saw his Adam’s apple bob. “And if you had, I’d say yes. But why only if we’d met in another way?”
Ronan stepped closer, not quite boxing Adam in against the sink but carefully keeping his hands to himself. “Because it seems like a really asshole thing to do, to bring you home, make you dependent on me, and then ask you out. Feels like I’m cornering you.”
Adam gave him a charming, crooked grin. “You did spirit me away pretty quickly to your magical land, and now I’ve eaten your food so I’m not even sure if I can leave.”
Ronan grinned back, slowly and sincerely. It felt like a moment, a very loaded moment, a moment of potential that Ronan wondered if he was reading right because he really wanted to lean in and kiss Adam.
While he hesitated, eyes flickering from Adam’s dark blue eyes to Adam’s pink lips, Adam took the decision away from him. He tugged Ronan closer with a hand in his T-shirt, leaned up and kissed him.
Ronan closed his eyes and felt the soft warmth of Adam’s mouth against his, Adam kissing his top lip then his bottom, and Ronan leaned closer, wrapping his hands around Adam’s back to hold him, daring a quick lick to Adam’s bottom lip as Adam pulled back slowly.
They breathed together for a long moment, Ronan’s head curled down, his forehead resting against Adam’s. Then Adam let go of his T-shirt and Ronan said, “What are you going to tell Gansey about this?”
Adam’s huff of surprised laughter finally made Ronan open his eyes. Adam was staring into his with undisguised amusement.
“Do you tell Gansey about every person you kiss?”
Ronan shrugged and told the honest truth. “Actually, yeah.”
“Oh my God,” Adam laughed again. “Well, then, maybe I should give you something really interesting to add to that conversation.”
This kiss was hungry, Ronan thought right before all rational thought flew right out of his mind. Adam’s tongue was as warm as the rest of him, and Ronan’s hands clutched at Adam’s face, his neck, clung to his lower back, pulling them even closer together. Something about that must have made Adam happy because he moaned into Ronan’s mouth and hitched himself even nearer with his arms around Ronan.
Ronan couldn’t even remember who they were talking about when Adam finally broke the kiss and panted, “That’ll give you something to talk about.”
“Heugh,” Ronan said before capturing Adam’s mouth again, feeling Adam huff a little laugh before he returned the kiss.
But after a little more grinding, Ronan must have found one of Adam’s bruises as he pushed him back against the edge of the sink because he felt Adam’s entire body wince. He reluctantly pulled his mouth away, brushing his lips across Adam’s cheek then jaw, over to his ear.
“You hurting?” he whispered.
Adam shook his head against Ronan’s neck but then shrugged. “I think the adrenaline is starting to fade,” he admitted.
Ronan sighed because he, unfortunately, knew exactly how that felt and how the injuries would be starting to stiffen and hurt even more. “I think we’d better get you to bed.”
Adam started to grin, and Ronan felt his face flush red as he hurried to explain, “I mean, get you to your own bed. C’mon I’ll take you to Declan’s room and you can crash. Er, you already did that. Just...get some rest.”
Adam laughed out loud at him, but he seemed amused by Ronan’s clumsiness rather than put off by his earnestness. Adam squeezed Ronan’s upper arms where his hands had settled and leaned back up for a brief kiss. “I hate to cut this short, but I think you might have the right idea.”
“And Tylenol,” Ronan remembered, finally prying his hands off Adam and stepping back.
“That might be a good idea, too,” Adam made a face of discomfort as he pushed himself off the sink.
Ronan hurried to find the Tylenol bottle and a bottle of water from the fridge then led Adam upstairs. Declan’s room was still furnished but stripped bare of all his personal belongings. Still, Ronan kept bedding on the bed and Matthew’s for whenever one of them decided to visit.
He put the bottles on the nightstand and turned down the bed, shaking out a pillow even. When he looked up, Adam was standing in the doorway, not even pretending to hide a wide smile. “You’re quite the homemaker,” he said.
“Fuck off,” Ronan retorted although his warm cheeks stayed hot. “I just want you to be comfortable.”
“Thank you, Ronan. I’m sure I will be.”
Adam approached him slowly and Ronan watched as he sat down on the bed beside him.
“Do you want pajamas or—”
“I’m fine like this.” Adam reached over to cup Ronan’s face in his hand, one thumb brushing gently over his cheekbone.
“You are fine,” Ronan confided in a soft voice.
Adam shook his head then leaned over and kissed him. Ronan slid an arm around Adam’s waist and brought his other hand up to touch his face, his neck, down to his chest where the T-shirt was as soft as Ronan thought, but the muscle underneath was anything but.
This kiss was a perfect combination of hunger and need but also temperance and patience, Ronan thought muzzily. They weren’t going to end up in bed together tonight, but there was definitely something there in the future that would spark and ignite.
When Adam’s hand slipped away from his face, Ronan pulled back and watched him, eyes closed, swaying a little. Ronan dropped a kiss on his forehead. “Do you want me to tuck you in?”
“Ha, no, that’s a little too...parental for me,” Adam said.
Ronan got up and ruffled Adam’s hair which was as soft as it had looked. “Okay, sport, hop in bed, if you want me to tell you a story.”
“That is the least sexy thing that anyone has ever said to me,” Adam batted his hand away.
Ronan just grinned. “Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
“You would tell me if your home was infested with bugs, right?”
Ronan continued to grin as Adam rolled his eyes. “The only thing that’ll bite around here is me.” He leaned down to Adam’s ear and said, “And only if you ask nicely,” and accompanied it with a quick nip to Adam’s earlobe.
Mood lightened, Adam pushed Ronan back and pulled his legs up into the bed with a sigh. “Thanks, Ronan. I’ll be sure and tell Gansey I give you five stars as a host.”
Ronan snorted but lingered as Adam pulled up the covers and rustled around in the bed. “Do you want a wake up call at a certain time?”
“Oh shit,” Adam sat back up. “I can’t believe I almost forgot.”
“What you’re doing in Henrietta?”
“Yeah, dammit. I have to be in town for 9 a.m. And my phone is downstairs with my bag. And I forgot to put the laundry in the dryer,” Adam groaned.
But Ronan stopped him before he could get out of bed. “I got it. I can finish the laundry. If you let me, I’ll get your stuff out of your bag, too, and hang it up? And I can set an alarm for, what? Eight?”
“Seven, thank you. If you can’t drive me, I can call—”
“Nah, I got you. I’m not resting until I deliver you safely to Henrietta. I don’t trust anyone else at this point.”
Adam shook his head, but his smile betrayed him as he lay back down. “I’m going to a celebration for my old mentor. She’s finally getting her doctorate. They’re doing some daylong thing for her, and my coming was supposed to be a surprise.”
“Oh, that’s cool,” Ronan said. When Adam suddenly held out his hand, Ronan took it, twining their fingers.
“Only, Persephone called me last night, wasn’t supposed to know I was coming, but she told me that the next time I drove to Henrietta, I was to be sure and take only the back roads in Virginia. No interstate, no highways, just the scenic route. Oh, and I was to make sure my cell phone was in a sealed plastic bag inside my backpack.”
“That’s weird,” Ronan said. “What, is she psychic?”
“Yeah, actually,” Adam answered in a voice that was getting heavier as his eyelids started to droop. “And what do you know? It worked. My phone survived just fine.”
“And so did you. Barely.”
“Thanks to you,” Adam’s voice was definitely dropping into sleep.
Ronan squeezed his hand then leaned down and kissed Adam’s bony knuckles. “Sleep sweet and pleasant dreams.”
Adam smiled up at him as he took his hand back and tucked it under the pillow. “It’s all been a pretty pleasant dream so far.”
As Ronan turned off the light and quietly closed the door, he shut his eyes and breathed out a silent prayer that the pleasant dream would never end.
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Adam looked down at the body, its back a literal work of art with a beloved tattoo and sculptured muscles beneath. Since his hands were full, Adam nudged his bare toes into the ribs of the body.
“Hey, man, you dead?” he asked.
Ronan grunted and turned his head enough to show one ice-blue eye glowering at him. “Feels like. Shit, when I said you could pick our honeymoon, I didn’t think you’d choose the seventh level of hell.”
Adam stopped to think for a moment. “You’ve cast us in with the sodomites?”
“Isn’t it appropriate, Mr. Adam Parrish-Lynch? Why do you think I chose that level?”
“Smartass.” Ronan only grinned and rolled over on the towel, accepted the large icy drink with grabby hands. Then Adam noticed, “You actually are pink. How can you burn through sunblock and a beach umbrella?”
“I’m sensitive and fair,” Ronan said before he slurped loudly. “The only reason I agreed to honeymoon on the literal surface of the sun was because you promised the villa would be air conditioned and I figured you’d be half naked all the time. Which is nice.”
“This is nice,” Adam sipped his own drink and dug his toes into the warm sand with a smile. He was tanning quite nicely. He figured he’d just have to keep Ronan out of the sun and full of icy booze for the rest of the week.
“You know what would be even nicer?”
“We are spending at least an hour on the beach before we go back to the villa for sex,” Adam informed him. His voice must have been louder than he intended because the nearest family to them turned scathing looks on him.
Ronan laughed as Adam winced in embarrassment. “You sure you don’t want to go back and hide from their judging stares?” Ronan asked, not even trying to drop his voice.
“No.” Adam did put his sunglasses on, though, as if they offered some protection. “I was promised a tropical beach so I intend to enjoy the sun and the sand.”
“And the water?” Ronan dropped his empty cup to the sand and stretched his arms high. Adam knew it was meant to draw his attention, and it worked. Then Ronan leaned in close and said lowly, “Let’s really offend that family and go make out in the ocean.”
Adam took another leisurely sip. “Nah, I’m fine here.”
Ronan nipped at his nearest ear and stuck his tongue inside which made Adam push at him until Ronan asked, “Have you ever got a handjob in the ocean?”
Adam pretended to consider while he finished his drink a little faster than he would normally. “No, I don’t believe I have. Are you offering?”
Ronan flickered his tongue at him and jerked his head toward the blue water that Adam knew was as warm as a bath. He sighed, even though he knew Ronan knew he was only pretending at being irritated. “Fine. If you insist. You’re my husband now, so I suppose I should try and make you happy.”
“You do make me happy. Ridiculously happy,” Ronan said, dropping all the teasing. He touched Adam’s cheek so Adam turned to face him, and then Ronan kissed him.
It made Adam’s toes curl still, even after a year of long-distance dating and another year of figuring out where they would live and fit in each others’ futures. It still made him feel strange, like an impostor, to know that Ronan saw their future that very first night they met. When Adam crashed, Ronan helped save him and took care of him. Ronan had always been firm and fast in his affections, while Adam wavered from time to time.
But when Ronan proposed, Adam knew he’d be a fool to walk away from a love like this. And now they were married and things would take a while to get used to, but even when Ronan had flashes of immaturity, he’d follow them with such sincerity that Adam was wooed all over again.
“Come on then,” Adam murmured against Ronan’s lips. “I believe my husband promised me a handjob.”
“In the ocean,” Ronan confirmed. He jumped to his feet and held out his hand, and Adam realized he’d be okay so long as Ronan was the one always offering a hand.
And it turned out that the ocean was very warm, but wrapping around his husband’s body—and his husband’s hands on him—were even hotter.
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zioquos · 1 month
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hi guys could someone please recommend a good pynch fanfic for me? i need more pynch content (on ao3)
i don't have any preference but i love fluffy and angst !!!
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ixooredark02 · 5 months
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I'm just shirking my responsibilities (drawing something for my Jazz age Pynch fic).
Pynch + Ella Fitzgerald? Yeah ✨️
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agathena · 5 months
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The signs were there. Subtle yet impossible to miss. Sleeping only on the left side. Chewing food exclusively with the left side od mouth. Tensing a little when Adam kissed him on the right cheek the other day. Hisses and silent curses under the breath, unconscious stuffing out the cheek with the tongue. Adam, patient but concerned, could no longer ignore the issue.
”You have a toothache, don’t you?”
Ronan froze with a box of orange juice halfway to his mouth. He furrowed his brow, throwing Adam a grim look.
”It’s none of your business, Parrish.”
Adam's reply was unwavering. ”Actually, it is. Because it’s me who has to deal with your moods all day.”
Ronan showed him the middle finger. ”I'm fine”, he mumbled, sipping his juice, only to grimace in pain and squirm, touching his right cheek.
Adam only raised an eyebrow.
”Oh, fuck off. I said it's nothing. It’ll pass”.
”Ronan, you really should see a dentist-”
”No, I don’t!” Ronan iturrupted, growing visibly agitated, discomfort etched across his entire posture.
That's when Adam had his revelation. The urge to chuckle at his conclusion threatened to bubble up, but he swallowed it down, knowing it would only irritate Ronan even more. Instead, he approached him with a calm step, removed the squeezed juice carton from his grasp and put his arms around Ronan’s waist. In the gentlest voice he could muster, he asked: "Are you afraid of the dentist?"
Ronan tensed briefly, attempting to wriggle free from the embrace, but Adam held him firmly against the kitchen counter. Tips of Ronan's ears reddened, though Adam couldn't be sure whether it was from anger or embarrassment.
”Ronan?” Adam pressed.
”For fuck's sake, Adam. Why are you so-?”
”Just answer me.”
For a moment, Ronan only breathed deeply, and his eyes hurled thunderbolts in Adam's direction. After a long pause, he tilted his head, gaze drifting toward the ceiling. "I really, really bloody hate dentists."
Adam struggled to stifle his laughter, failing miserably. He snorted, and Ronan seemed genuinely affronted. ”Fuck you, Parrish.”
Adam shooked his head and pressed his forehead to Ronan’s arm, still unable to suppress his amusemenr. Ronan, meanwhile, attempted to explain himself:
”Dentists are the worst," he lamented. "Their offices reek of sterility, and their tools look like miniature torture devices. Those drills and chainsaws! And you can’t even see what they're doing to you! You're just perched in that infernal chair of theirs, while they prod, drill, and tinker inside your mouth. Who knows, maybe they're just putting hole after hole-,”
Adam interrupted by placing his hand on the back of Ronan's neck and forcing him to meet his gaze. "Alright, I think I understand. Do you want me to schedule an appointment for you?”
”Fuck, no!”
”Ronan”
”Okay, okay. Fine! I’ll go.”
Two days later Adam parked the car in front of the dentist's office, an ominous silence hanging between them since morning. Ronan hadn't uttered a word, even concending to Adam's decision to drive. He remained eerily still during the entire drive, only alternating between a pallor and a sickly shade of green.
Adam could only shake his head, exiting the car and circling it to open the passenger-side door. He extended his hand to Ronan, who swatted it away with an irritated roll of his eyes.
”I am not a child," he grumbled, emerging from the car and slamming the door shut.
”Are you sure about that?” Adam retorted with a sly smile. "And now," he urged, guiding Ronan toward the dentist's office, "be a big, brave man and face the inevitable".
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magicienetreveur · 5 months
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Making a new post to pin with links to my Pynch fics.
I write a LOT of college AUs apparently: bane of my existence, Technicolor, Mad Scientist
My canon divergence and soulmate AU are reasonably popular. 😊
My personal favorite is my time travel AU.
The rest are here!
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snacckcident · 8 months
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Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish Characters: Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Co-workers, Friends to Lovers, Weight Gain, Belly Kink, Feeding Kink, Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Getting Together Summary:
Working at Dead Friend Games has a lot of perks, and on top of all their already awesome benefits — flexible work hours, company-wide bonuses, stock options — Ronan and Adam get to work for their best friend, and they get to work with one another.
Then the company cafeteria reopens with an additional employee benefit: free food.
Needless to say, that free food definitely improves employee satisfaction.
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wander-wren · 5 months
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happy birthday ronan lynch, i finished the t4t pynch angst i've been working on since last august for you <3
it's a bodyswap canon mashup that's kind of a rewrite of adam getting out of the trailer in the raven boys, with stuff from every other book thrown in purely for angst. timeline? what timeline?
this is an ode to both pynch and to being trans and i have a lot of feelings about it. if i was gonna do literary analysis on any of my fics i would pick this one. there's so much Thought happening. i'm really glad it took me over a year to write because the parts i added in the last few months...i definitely couldn't have written a year ago. so that's pretty cool
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drynnki · 1 year
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im getting my degree in horses (not joking) and have lowkey been thinking about writing a pynch fic about like "what if they were horse girls but professionally"
they say write what you know and what i know is gay agriculture majors and horse therapy
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lizpaige · 12 days
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Summary:
“Adam’s my boyfriend,” Ronan said quickly, the words had clearly been queued up. He kicked Declan’s shoe with his own, dropped his arms at his sides and silently headed into the church. What the fuck. -- OR 5 times Declan was skeptical of Adam Parrish and 1 time he welcomed him into the Lynch family.
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purrincesscatitude · 6 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater, Dreamer Trilogy - Maggie Stiefvater Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish Characters: Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch, Richard Gansey III, Orphan Girl | Opal, Blue Sargent, Henry Cheng Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied Sexual Content, Mutual Pining, Fire Lookout and Forest Ranger Love Story, Excessive descriptions of national parks, author went to Montana once and thinks they're an expert, research based on fire lookout tiktok, author hasn't read the books in 5000 years so if this is out of character...well...too bad, stereotypical mental breakdown in the middle of a thunderstorm, take a shot every time you see the word "caravan", trees block view and there are too many gray rocks...1 star Summary:
It’s a momentary lapse of emotional regulation, if one is generous. An absolute fucking meltdown, if one is honest.
When Adam comes back into his body, he’s lying on his bed, empty styrofoam staining his duvet with red chili oil, blank-eyed scrolling through his LinkedIn feed of job openings at Harley-Davidson for motorcycle engineers. He doesn’t want to work for Harley; he’s got brand loyalty to Honda. Also, being a mechanic again would be backsliding, and he is absolutely, most certainly, not backsliding.
No, he just needs a sabbatical. A break from reality. Something temporary. Remote. Far from Virginia.
Then he sees it: "Fire lookout."
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cheeeryos · 8 months
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Faster, Faster
Richard Gansey’s decision to date Blue Sargent had turned out to be an excellent one, maybe the best decision he’s ever made. Other people might have thought they were an odd pair, but he'd always known they’d work out. Surely that means he's an excellent matchmaker more generally. His two closest friends are, shall we say, less than convinced.
Pairing: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 10,609
a FTH2023 gift for @zephfair, who is a delight, and who enjoys a little comedy in her smut. smut in her comedy? is this the reese's peanut butter commercial all over again
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Pynch AU where Adam and Ronan start a business of blackmailing people after the events with Greenmantle. Adam is the mastermind who plans, and Ronan dreams things to help.
They blackmail bad/rich people.
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