dantiloquent:

knowing that on separate occasions, noah said he’d been dead seven years and ronan said he found chainsaw in his mind and gansey remained somehow oblivious to both truths, and reading that sentence in trk about how “everything ronan had ever said about adam reconstructed in gansey’s mind,” i am convinced that at some point ronan said something very not subtle about his feelings regarding adam and gansey failed to take the very obvious hint

lydia-st-james:

Going Down
Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish
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Summary: Ronan and Adam get stuck in an elevator. Need I say more?

@adamparrush pointed out it was criminal we didn’t have a classic, tropey “stuck in an elevator” fic, and naively, I was like, “I can knock that out in a flash!” Now, close a year later, it’s finally done. 

Heads up that it does contain NSFW/smut. Thanks to @toast-the-unknowing for being my beta and sounding board for said smut, and mild panic attacks when writing it.

lynchbrothers:

but that ask reminded me of this pynch fake dating au i was determined to write but probably never will where ronan’s like “adam pretend to date me to piss off my brother lol” and then Fake Dating Shenanigans that abundantly lack self awareness until finally it gets to the part where declan’s like in town and ronan’s like “hey you know adam, he’s my boyfriend now HA” and declan’s like… pissed and pulls ronan aside and ronan’s thinking haha got him until declan says “i know exactly what you’re doing here” 

and ronan’s like wait what we’ve been here 2 seconds how the fuck can he tell this is a fake relationship “you think i didn’t already know that you and adam were together???? and now you’re just telling me this here because you apparently think i’m some kind of bigot and want me to react badly” and ronan’s like “WAIT back up wtf do you mean you already knew me and adam were together?” “i’m not an idiot ronan i’ve seen the way you two look at each other. i’ve known that for months” 

and then declan keeps talking about how he’s upset ronan assumed he was going to be a homophobe and ronan’s vaguely aware that this is probably an important conversation but also now everything is rearranging itself in his mind because him and adam have been fake dating for A WEEK TOPS and how has he been looking at adam? wait. holy fuck. and then he’s like “uh yeah i’ll talk to you about this later. glad you’re not a homophobe. bye” while declan is still mid sentence and runs off to have his big rom com confession to adam 

like july forever

psychicadam:

an adam parrish birthday ficlet; 2.5k, adam/ronan, fluff+friendship
(thanks to @theamagician​ for betaing – all remaining mistakes are mine!)

‘Cause we’re the masters of our own fate
We’re the captains of our own souls
There’s no way for us to come away
‘Cause boy we’re gold, boy we’re gold
– “Lust for Life”, Lana del Rey


Adam Parrish hadn’t always disliked his birthday. Some of them hadn’t been terrible – not great, but he didn’t have much to compare them against – which meant he could vividly recognise just how bad the terrible ones had been.

When he was three, his grandmother came to visit for the first time. He remembered her only very vaguely, because his three-year-old self was much more impressed by the cake she had brought. It had blue icing on it, and tasted better than anything Adam had ever had, which wasn’t saying much.

When he was four, his grandmother came to visit for the second and last time. She only made it as far as the door of the double-wide before she ran into his father. Adam didn’t know, at the time, what “being drunk” meant, but he could remember the screaming and anger and the sound of a bottle thrown. After that, his grandmother stopped visiting. His mother was the only one who still got to speak to her, in hushed and resentful tones on the phone.

The only thing Adam had left of her were the five envelopes that she had sent between his fifth and tenth birthdays. There had been no card for his eleventh. Adam didn’t know why they stopped – if she’d died or just stopped bothering. He’d never dared ask his mother, for fear that it would be the latter. After a while, it hadn’t seemed to matter anymore.

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