okay, friends, are you ready for a PROMPT MEME FILL??? (prompt post is here and I am still happy to take them!)
this one is the first of @candefacio‘s many prompts, Gansey + 51! it takes place in a post-canon future in which Gansey and Adam are college roommates and EVERYONE IS ALIVE AND HAPPY, GODDAMMIT, BECAUSE THAT’S HOW I ROLL.
“My parents asked about you,” Gansey tells Adam as he enters their room, and Adam looks up from his desk, his mouth a wry twist. “An update on how the rags to riches story is going?”
Gansey pauses, arrested in the motion of setting his bag down on his chair, and turns to Adam, frowning. “It’s not like that,” he says, quiet, even though Adam’s already turned back to his work. “You know it’s not.”
“I was joking, Gansey,” Adam says, though his tone is a little tight, and he turns the page of his textbook with more energy than strictly necessary. It’s not true, but then again, neither is what Gansey said.
“I told them how many credits you’re taking this semester,” Gansey says, insistent, striding over to Adam’s desk. “I told them you’re on track to make the dean’s list again. And how highly all of the professors think of you, and that you’ve already had multiple internship offers for the summer, that they’re practically fighting over who gets to hire you—”
“Stop,” Adam says, but he’s grinning faintly as he turns another page.
“You’re doing brilliantly,” Gansey says firmly, leaning back against the desk.
“I’m doing fine,” Adam murmurs, his smile growing a little; his eyes are still on the book, but he’s clearly stopped paying attention.
“Brilliantly,” Gansey insists, lightly kicking at Adam’s foot. “Say it. You have to say it. Say ‘Gansey, I’m doing brilliantly.’”
“Gansey,” Adam parrots back, “I was doing brilliantly at focusing on my political science textbook before you interrupted.”
Gansey kicks Adam’s foot again, and Adam snorts as he attempts to turn back to the book. “I’d never dream of interrupting your brilliance. But I think you should take a minute to acknowledge how far you’ve come, and how much you’ve accomplished, and how much you’re still going to do. And you’ve done it all on your own. And that’s what I tell my parents every time they ask.”
Adam looks up, then tips his head in an exaggerated gesture of thought, holding it for a minute. “All right,” he says, and smiles up at Gansey, brief and affectionate. “Minute taken. Point made.” Gansey, satisfied, extends his fist for Adam to bump, and as he’s turning back to his own desk, Adam says, “The story’s not over yet, you know.”
“I know,” Gansey says. “But I also know how it’s going to end.”
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