okay but how do you think adam spent his 19th birthday? and do ronan and he have any birthday traditions going forward? im so emotional on this fine sunday morning
Ah I’m so glad you asked bc I too am very emotional about pynch on this fine sunday morning. I think adam’s 19th birthday is one of his most memorable ones solely because it’s the first birthday he spends feeling truly happy and at ease:
on adam’s 19th birthday (and on all birthdays after that) he gets woken up by ronan peppering kisses all over his face. a swift gentle peck on his lips, another one to his cheek, his forehead, his nose, his lips again and again and again, until they’re both smiling. ronan kisses adam’s hearing ear and murmurs a “morning” closely followed by “happy birthday” and adam’s heart seizes with happiness
it usually takes them sometime to actually get out of bed on summer days (with adam’s birthday being in July) but this day is different because ronan wants them to take advantage of the entire day. he takes adam’s hand and pulls him up so they can stumble their way to the kitchen, exchanging sleepy kisses and with arms thrown around middles and shoulders; adam sleepily walking with his head kinda tucked into the crook of ronan’s neck while ronan fondly calls him a ‘lazy bastard’
their first birthday tradition is pancakes and waffles made from the same mix because there’s no reasoning with ronan and
“it just looks fancier, parrish. pancakes and waffles.”
“you literally made it from the exact same batter. I saw you. using a waffle iron doesn’t change the facts.”
“doesn’t matter, babe. it’s still waffles.”
and they have them with chocolate spread and strawberries and strawberry jam and honey and maple syrup bc ronan makes enough for a small army. which is good bc opal soon joins them and she has her waffles with twigs
speaking of that, adam’s first gift of the day is a rock that’s always warm to the touch and changes colours from a deep green to translucent blue to golden brown depending on who’s holding it. opal says she found it in the woods and it reminded her of him, so adam takes it and kisses her forehead as a thank you
after breakfast, adam and ronan go out to inspect one of the barns bc ronan claims he needs help with something. adam is onto him but plays along and when they arrive it’s to one of the dreamt up pools of water scattered around the barns. except that ronan has somehow added a slide to the edge of it
ronan explains that the slide was in one of the barns already, and offhandedly says that all he had to do was clean it up and move it to the pool (as if it’s your typical afternoon activity) then tells adam to ‘give it a spin’
the resulting morning is one of laughter, water fights, and making a mess. they take turns sliding into the cool water, and then talk opal into doing it too but then have to fight her for a turn (actually adam just has to ask) once she gets into the game. they stay in the water until afternoon and get out sunburnt and joyous.
the rest of their afternoon is spent making a cake for adam’s birthday and this too becomes a tradition. ronan prepares the batter and mixes it and sets the oven to bake it and all, while adam sits to the side carefully choosing colours for the decoration with opal. there’s music playing as they all work on it, and ronan keeps glancing up at adam and grinning when he gets caught. adam hops off of his perch on the counter-top multiple times to steal kisses from ronan and wipe flour and cocoa powder off of his cheek (he just smears it more lbr)
the cake decoration is a messy affair that takes longer than anyone anticipated, and the end result is a monstrosity of colours and toppings that ronan frowns at and adam adores
ronan says “this looks like shit” and adam shakes his head with the biggest smile and tells him it’s exactly what he wanted. adam looks at the cake and says “god. I love you.”, ronan answers “you talking to me or the cake?” with a shit eating grin that only widens when adam rolls his eyes
this is followed by them sharing a long look and adam reaching up to kiss ronan until he drives home just how much he believes the cake (the day, ronan, this) to be beautiful.
(ronan tells him he loves him back. of course he does.)
in the evening, he and ronan take a walk through the barns as they often do and ronan leads them to one of the smaller barns where he has set up a little fun fair with dumb games. there are balloons everywhere, lights, a little table with treats on it and the cake they made, and there are your usual fair games like throwing a sandbag at stacked bottles, water guns, throwing hoops and for each one of them there’s a small present ronan prepared. no matter who wins the game, adam gets the present. there are five gifts in total but they’re all pretty small things that make adam’s heart swell with happiness
there’s a mixtape titled ‘adam parrish’s nerd study time, college edition’, a tiny odd plant with a sticky note saying ‘for your dorm’ on it, a black hoodie that says ‘dreamer’ (ronan gleefully bought this one online like an asshole), a snowball with a miniature of the barns inside (inspired by this post), and finally a framed picture of the two of them in st agnes that adam is 100% sure is a dream product because he doesn’t remember the picture being taken
adam loves each one of his gifts and pulls ronan into a tight hug after receiving the last one
“tomorrow,” ronan murmurs “we’ll meet with everyone else and have cake again. we’ll watch the fireworks they put up for you a day late.”
“these would be 4th of july fireworks, lynch”
“nope. they are ‘adam parrish turned 19 yesterday’ fireworks, parrish”
and adam just nods to this and hides his smile against ronan’s shoulder, feeling content and in love, knowing all the birthdays to come will be spent with ronan and their small family just like today and that they will all be filled with love
heyyyy if you wanna write a pynch vday fic, how about one where they're like... both trying to be sneaky about planning sth for valentines day and so both think the other has forgotten about it and they're both like ://// but it all uhh works out in the end?? x
what a top notch suggestion, absoLUTELY i can write that 💕💕 (uhh heads up this got kinda long, i’ll put it on ao3 too and reblog with a link later)
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Adam sat alone in a corner booth of Nino’s, History notes open on the table before him. He’d written VALENTINE’S DAY?? in the margin, underlined three times. He frowned at the words, wondering why he was fixating on them, and turned his head to stare listlessly out of the window instead.
Blue was there working, but she’d been too busy to come and say hello so far, simply offering him a harried wave when she spotted him walk in, pointing him towards the table he was now seated at. The other staff at Nino’s never bothered them anymore, knowing Blue would cover their table. Adam had heard them being referred to as “Blue’s Boys” on more than one occasion.
He was currently the only one there, having beaten Henry and Gansey out of the school gates. He assumed they’d got held up by a traffic light or two, and Ronan had further to drive than the rest of them so would likely arrive last anyway.
Thinking of Ronan immediately returned Adam’s thoughts to the words written in his notes and he scowled at the parking lot. On the surface, Valentine’s Day didn’t seem like it would be Ronan’s thing. Adam wasn’t even particularly sure it was his thing. But the fact remained that Valentine’s Day was a week away, and Adam didn’t know what, if anything, he was expected to do for it.
He tried to think back to previous years and remembered receiving an anonymous card from someone back in the seventh grade; a generic heart-shaped thing that simply said ‘Will you be my Valentine? x’ inside. He was fairly certain the sender was a girl in his English class who had never said a word to him but blushed every time she caught his eye. Adam didn’t see how he was supposed to answer whether or not he’d be her Valentine if she never told him she had sent it. And of course, she never owned up, and he didn’t want to suggest it was her in case he was wrong, and he didn’t actually want to be her Valentine anyway. So it was never mentioned again.
The difference here was that Ronan was his actual boyfriend. Didn’t that mean that they were each other’s Valentines by default, then?
Adam didn’t know. He’d never navigated Valentine’s Day before. Not like this.
He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear Henry and Gansey approach until they were right there.
“Oh, History notes,” Henry exclaimed. “Can I borrow them?”
Adam turned his head to see Henry already sliding the notebook towards him. “Your notes are always make more sense than mi—” Henry cut himself off, eyes widening at something on the page. Too late Adam remembered the VALENTINE’S DAY?? in the margin and slapped his hand over it, snatching back his notebook.
Henry was grinning at him. “Big plans?”
“No,” Adam muttered. “No plans at all.” He stuffed the notebook into his messenger bag.
Gansey had slid into the booth opposite Adam and watched the exchange with raised eyebrows. “What have I missed?”
“Nothing, apparently,” Henry said easily. Adam was grateful that Henry clearly wasn’t going to push it (at least not with an audience), but reasoned he could perhaps use some advice.
“So,” he started. “Valentine’s Day. Thoughts?”
“I’m glad you asked, Parrish,” Gansey said. “It was originally a Western Christian feast day honouring a couple of early saints called Valentinius—”
“Yes, thank you, Captain Wikipedia,” Henry cut in. “I’m not entirely sure that’s what he meant.”
A jug of Iced Tea was plonked onto the table without ceremony and they all looked up to Blue Sargent as she handed out glasses.
“It’s a dumb holiday invented by Hallmark to sell more cards,” she said, obviously having heard the tail-end of the conversation.
“Well, obviously there’s that too,” Gansey said, beaming at her.
Adam sighed. They were all monumentally unhelpful.
“Why the interest, Adam?” Blue asked, a knowing glint in her eye.
“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “I’m just…okay, with Ronan, do I just treat it like any other day? Do I get him a card? Will he think it’s stupid? Do I think it’s stupid?”
There was a short silence as the three of them blinked back at him, and then Blue carefully said, “Do you think it’s stupid?”
Adam wasn’t sure how to answer that. The truth was that he sort of did think it was stupid, but he also thought he wanted to acknowledge it anyway. He thought doing nothing at all kind of made him look like an asshole.
In the end, it all circled back to Ronan, and whether he would care. Did he have anything planned? Was he having an internal crisis over it as well?
In lieu of an answer, Adam shrugged again.
“Speak of the devil,” Henry said, and nodded towards the entrance.
Ronan, dressed all in black (of course), had just stepped inside. He scanned the restaurant without turning his head but when he spotted Adam, his shoulders relaxed, and he smiled just a little.
Adam didn’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing that.
“Oh god, you two are the worst,” Blue scoffed as Ronan started to make his way over.
“What?” Adam said without looking at her.
“You know exactly what, Adam Parrish. You and Ronan with the googly eyes. Jesus Christ, you’re in public. Tone it down.”
“You tone it down,” Ronan said jovially, hip-checking Blue as he drew level. “What are we talking about?”
“The origins of Valentine’s Day,” Gansey said delicately.
Ronan snorted derisively. “Valentine’s Day,” he said with as much scorn as he could muster, “is capitalistic bullshit invented to sell cards and flowers and chocolate.”
“Hey man, that’s exactly what I said,” Blue said, sounding pleased, and she and Ronan fist-bumped. Adam rolled his eyes. They really were two sides of the same coin.
“You’re in my seat, Cheng,” Ronan said.
“Sit by Gansey, I was here first.”
Ronan shrugged. “Fair’s fair.” He stepped up onto the seat and over Henry and squeezed into the spot between him and Adam.
“Ronan Lynch,” Gansey hissed. “You’ll get us kicked out!”
“Calm down, Dick, no one noticed,” Ronan said. He had both arms stretched out across the back of the booth, and Adam and Henry were both leaning into him a little thanks to the lack of space.
“This is cozy,” Henry said cheerfully.
It was Blue’s turn to roll her eyes and she pulled her little notepad out of her apron pocket. “Alright, I have to actually do my job now, what do you want? Gansey, I’m assuming you want your usual half-avocado monstrosity?”
“You’re a millennial, Blue, you’re supposed to like avocados.”
Her disgusted expression was answer enough. The rest of them rattled off their food order and then Blue went off to put it through.
“Doesn’t anyone want to come and sit by me?” Gansey asked. “It’s lonely over here.”
“Oh, don’t pull that face, Gansey, you’re making me sad,” Henry said, swapping sides. He scooched right the way over to Gansey and draped an arm around his shoulder before sighing loftily. “It’s hard being this popular.”
“But someone has to do it,” Adam said drily, earning him a quicksilver smile.
“And I do it so well.”
Ronan was stopping at Adam’s for the night, but they had each come to Nino’s in their own cars so separated in the parking lot to drive over to St Agnes in a convoy.
Ronan was already peeling out of the lot by the time Adam reached his shitbox, and he was held up further by Henry calling his name. He turned and Henry jogged over, Gansey nowhere to be seen and most likely still inside saying goodbye to Blue.
“Oh, sorry,” Adam said. “You wanted my History notes, right?”
“No, that’s not — well, yeah, actually, thank you,” he said, taking them when Adam handed them over. “I actually came over here to give you some unsolicited advice.”
“About the Valentine’s Day thing?”
“That’s the one.”
Adam shrugged. “It’s not entirely unsolicited. But anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. You heard him.”
“Yeah, I heard him. Sounds like posturing to me.”
Adam tilted his head to the side. “You think?” Ronan certainly was prone to posturing.
“Sure. I mean, I have no doubt that he really does think Valentine’s Day is what he said in there, but I wouldn’t let that put you off doing something, if you wanted to.” Henry waited for a response, and when Adam didn’t offer one, he prompted, “You do want to, don’t you?”
Adam smiled wryly. “Is it that obvious?”
“Only if you know what to look for,” Henry said, but before Adam could think on that too much, he continued. “Look, I don’t know Ronan as well as you do, but even from the outside, it’s clear how he feels about you.”
Feeling himself blush, Adam immediately looked down at the ground. He did know how Ronan felt about him. It was often whispered to him in the middle of the night when it felt like they were the only two people in the world. It just took him off guard to hear it so plainly from someone else.
“Think about it, Adam. Regardless of how Ronan personally feels about what Valentine’s Day stands for, do you really think he’s going to let a day when he’s practically green-lit to be as obnoxious as possible about you just pass him by?” Henry shook his head. “Not the Ronan Lynch I know.”
Well, when it was put that way. “Did he say something to you? Do you know something?”
“Not a thing,” Henry said, and Adam believed him. “It’s just an observation and an educated guess.”
“Huh,” Adam said thoughtfully. He pulled his car keys out of his pocket and tossed them in the air, catching them again, ideas already forming in his head. If Ronan was going to be obnoxious, Adam could be obnoxious too. “Thanks, Henry. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t lose my notes.”
“I will try my level best.”
Adam gave himself three rules for Ronan’s Valentine’s gift:
1) It had to be heartfelt.
2) It also had to be in good humour and not take itself too seriously.
3) It had to be cheap.
He was too sensible to spend money he didn’t have on some arbitrary gift Ronan wouldn’t appreciate. Not to mention that Ronan was impossible enough to buy for as it was; firstly he was rich enough to buy himself pretty much anything he might want, and secondly he could literally manifest his dreams. It was going to make future birthdays and Christmas’s an absolute nightmare.
(But what a wonderful problem to have.)
What it all basically meant was that Adam had to go homemade, and given that he had school and work (and Ronan) to work around, he didn’t have a whole lot of time to do it.
He borrowed Gansey’s laptop during lunch-break on Monday at Aglionby and made Ronan a mix-CD of the cheesiest love songs he could think of. It featured such classics as You Make My Dreams by Hall & Oates, Heaven by Bryan Adams, True by Spandau Ballet, and many, many more. It wasn’t even remotely Ronan’s kind of music which made it funny, but as embarrassing as some of the songs might have been, they did actually somewhat echo Adam’s own feelings. He got to be a sap in the guise of it being a joke, and Ronan would get a kick out of it.
Obviously, he also added the Murder Squash Song for good measure.
Next up was a card. He could have bought one — his budget would have allowed it — but all the store ones were godawful and Adam couldn’t even imagine giving one of them to Ronan ironically.
Luckily he had an ace up his sleeve.
The first time that Ronan had stayed over at Adam’s after they were together in the very early days of their relationship, Adam had woken up to a frozen Ronan with a handful of strangely lovely flowers, the exact shade of blue as Adam’s eyes.
Adam had kept them in a cheap vase on the windowsill until they died, but unbeknownst to Ronan, he’d also taken one and pressed it to make a little print; his own private memento.
He was obviously keeping the original for himself, but he took it into the school library a couple of days before Valentine’s Day and scanned it, printing it out on some high quality photo card he’d ‘acquired’ from one of the Art rooms.
Once the ink was dry, he folded it down the middle as carefully as possible and put it inside his heaviest textbook to keep it folded and flat until he got it home.
He spent longer than probably necessary trying to decide what to write, but in the end, he went with:
Ronan,
I think maybe it was always you. I think it always will be. Happy Valentine’s Day (gross).
Love, Adam x
He didn’t have a nice envelope to put it in, so it had to go in a bigger manila one that Adam still had lying around. He slipped both the card and the CD inside, and wrote Ronan’s name in capitals on the outside.
He looked at his offering. It somehow didn’t seem enough.
Valentine’s Day was on Thursday, so on Wednesday— after school but before a shift at Boyd’s— Adam found himself in the kitchen of 300 Fox Way. He’d bought everything he needed to make chocolate brownies before he’d realised he didn’t have a tin in which to cook them in. He was also severely lacking in several other kitchen utensils, to be honest. One panicked phone-call to Blue later, and he had everything he needed and a helping hand.
Well, ‘helping’ was a strong word.
“Why brownies?” Blue asked from where she sat perched on the kitchen table.
“Because brownies are the best,” Adam said, frowning at the recipe he had printed out.
“Alright, can’t argue with that,” Blue said reasonably.
Adam was aware of her watching him while he slowly got out everything he needed and started weighing out ingredients. He felt unreasonably nervous about it, even though he knew that provided he followed the recipe, everything would be fine. Baking was a science, after all, and Adam was good at science.
But looking at it all now with Blue scrutinising his every move, he felt flustered and unmoored.
“I thought you were going to help,” he said pointedly.
“I am helping. I’m supervising,” Blue said.
Adam smiled at that. “I see. Are you the kind of supervisor who can grease this tin for me?”
“I suppose so,” Blue said loftily as she launched herself off the table.
Blue started chattering away after that which helped Adam calm down and focus on what he was doing, and it didn’t take long to make the mixture after that. Adam tilted the pan while Blue used a wooden spoon to scrape the mixture out and into the brownie tin.
After that, they just had to put it in the oven and wait.
Blue brewed up some of Maura’s least offensive tea as they sat and waited, and Adam finally asked what he’d been dying to all week.
“Do you know if Ronan has anything planned?”
Blue smiled and shook her head. “Honestly, Adam, I have absolutely no idea. He hasn’t said a word. I’ve barely seen him though, and never really without you there.” She shrugged. “If he’s got a plan he’s keeping it close to his chest.”
Adam nodded; he’d assumed as much. “I just want to know if I’m doing too much, or not doing enough? I dunno, it’s stupid. It’s only Valentine’s Day.”
“Yeah, but it’s your first Valentine’s Day together,” Blue said, not unkindly. “I get it.”
“What are you and Gansey doing?”
“I made him a card and found him a couple of ‘slovenly’ t-shirts at the thrift store. I’m gonna hazard a guess that he’s getting me flowers, and he told me to keep the evening free so he’s probably taking me somewhere. Wherever it is, it better not be expensive.”
Adam grinned. “Maybe it’s Nino’s.”
“God, don’t even joke, I’d murder him. Again.”
He started to laugh, and after a couple of seconds Blue joined in. When it died down, Blue put her hand on his arm.
“Don’t overthink it, Adam. Ronan will love whatever you give him, because you’re the one it’s coming from. It’s not about the gifts you get or the meal you have or how much money you spend. I think it’s more about the gesture. That’s what’ll mean the most to Ronan.”
Adam managed a small smile. “I hope you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right.” Blue opened a drawer and gasped, then pulled out a heart-shaped cookie cutter. “Oh my God, Adam, you have to.”
She held out the cookie-cutter towards him and he took it, sighing. “Really?”
“Yes! This way, they’ll all be exactly the same size and I get to eat all the cut-offs. Y’know, as my fee for helping.”
And that’s how Adam ended up with nine perfect little heart-shaped brownies.
Adam didn’t see Ronan that night, thanks to finishing late at Boyd’s and then having homework after.
When he woke up in the morning, he was hit by the realisation that he and Ronan hadn’t even arranged to see each other that day at all.
He half expected Ronan to show up at St Agnes unannounced with a bouquet of dream flowers and some donuts or something. But that didn’t happen, and Adam slowly packed his messenger bag for school, remembering to include the Tupperware of Valentine’s brownies and the envelope with its enclosed card and CD.
He wasn’t sure when he’d be able to give them to Ronan, but it was better to be prepared.
Adam walked down to his car, scanning the parking lot and the street to see if there was any sign of a shark-nosed BMW. But there was nothing, and there was nothing on the way to school, and Adam made it all the way through to lunch without seeing or hearing from Ronan.
Obviously, he had no phone, and Ronan hated his own phone. But Gansey had a phone, and Ronan could have got in touch that way if he had felt so inclined.
Adam didn’t know what he’d been expecting; that Ronan would show up at the Aglionby gates with a boombox over his head blasting out Lionel Richie songs? That he’d get back to his car after school and find out his favourite hooligan had broken in and left him a giant teddy bear and a box of chocolates?
It all seemed stupid now, and Valentine’s Day was stupid, and Adam was irritated that he’d let the pressures of the day get to him. It didn’t matter. It was a meaningless day.
So why did he feel so deflated?
At the end of the day, he caved and asked to borrow Gansey’s phone.
First, he sent a text that said: it’s adam, i’m about to call you so answer the phone
He gave it a minute until he’d seen that Ronan had read the message, and then pressed the call button.
“Parrish,” Ronan said in lieu of a hello.
All at once, like always, Adam was happy to hear Ronan’s voice. And yet he still couldn’t quite shake his irritation, even though the one who’d got his hopes up was himself.
“Hey,” he replied. “Listen, were you planning on coming over tonight?”
“Nope.” It was a little difficult to tell, but Adam thought Ronan’s tone was just a little off. “You come here.”
Adam sighed. “Ronan, I have school tomorrow so I wouldn’t even be able to stay that late. Can’t you just come here?”
There was a long pause. “Opal wants to see you.”
“So bring her with you.”
“Are you kidding, Parrish, she’s filthy. She’ll mess up the interior.”
The BMW wasn’t exactly spotless inside so this seemed a flimsy excuse. Adam started to wonder whether Ronan even wanted to see him at all.
“If you don’t want to see me today that’s fine,” he said, tone clipped.
“I didn’t say that,” Ronan said, tone just as clipped.
It felt like they were heading for a fight. Adam didn’t want to fight. He wanted to give Ronan the stupid sentimental CD he’d made. He wanted Ronan to make fun of him for the brownies. He wanted a hug.
Adam was abruptly exhausted, and it didn’t matter that he’d gone to the effort and Ronan hadn’t. He just wanted to see him.
“Okay,” he said. “I’m gonna go home and shower but then I’ll head over to you.”
“Okay, good. See you in a bit,” Ronan said, and hung up.
The sun was down by the time Adam pulled up at the Barns. The heating in Adam’s car was dodgy enough on a good today, and today wasn’t a good day. It had barely come on, so his hands were like ice as he got out of the car.
He walked straight in when he got there and made his way to the kitchen. He hovered in the doorway; Ronan’s back was to him, a tea towel strewn over one shoulder, straining pasta over the sink.
Adam rapped his knuckles against the door-frame and Ronan turned around.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Adam replied. “You cooked?”
Ronan shrugged. “It’s just spaghetti.” He gestured to Adam’s messenger bag. “You brought homework with you?”
All that was in the bag was the Valentine’s gifts for Ronan, and he shook his head. “Nope.”
“Okay,” Ronan said with another shrug. “Sit. Let’s eat, I’m starving.”
Adam pulled himself a chair out, and it scraped against the floor noisily in the otherwise quiet. He waited for Ronan to finish serving up and then asked, “Where’s Opal?”
“No idea. Haven’t seen her since this afternoon.”
Adam took a bite of his food. It was good. “I thought you said she wanted to see me.”
“She always wants to see you,” Ronan said smoothly. “I’m sure she’ll turn up when she spots your car.”
They finished eating in near silence, Adam waiting for Ronan to say something— anything— to acknowledge the day. But he didn’t, and the longer the silence dragged, the harder it seemed to break it.
Adam started towards the sink to do the washing up afterwards, but Ronan stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Just leave it, Parrish.”
“But—”
“Leave them. I’ll do them in the morning.”
Adam sighed, uncomfortable in the tension. He didn’t know what to do now. Did Ronan just want him to leave? And if so, why had he told him to come in the first place?
“Look, do you know what day it is?” Adam asked, unable to take it any longer.
“It’s Thursday,” Ronan said, chin jutted out, arms crossed. Adam glared; Ronan clearly knew exactly what day it was.
“Okay, great,” Adam said tiredly. He opened his bag and pulled out the Tupperware and the envelope. “Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess.”
He put them on the table and stepped away, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. He watched Ronan’s face, the expression on which had softened immediately. He looked to Adam, stricken.
“Parrish, I—”
“It’s fine, Ronan, just open them.”
Ronan snapped his mouth shut, and pulled the envelope over to him. Adam immediately felt self-conscious about his meagre homemade gifts.
“It’s not much,” he said quickly.
Ronan’s only response to this was a slight furrow in his brow. Then he took the CD out, quirking a smile at Adam’s inscription: LYNCH’S CHEESY LOVE SONG SINGALONG. It was surrounded by lots of hand drawn love-hearts that Adam now thought seemed excessive.
Ronan looked up and raised an eyebrow at Adam, a half-smirk on his face. “No track-list, Parrish?”
“It’s a surprise,” Adam said, smiling weakly, but relieved. “You’ll have to play it to find out.”
“I’ll do that,” he said with a sage nod. He put the CD down and reached for the Tupperware, pulling the lid off and tossing it aside. He looked inside and snorted. “You’ve really stuck with a theme here, huh, Parrish?”
“Hey, Valentine’s Day is all about the hearts, apparently. And to be fair, the heart-shaped brownies are Blue’s fault. She found a cookie-cutter and insisted.”
“She knew about this?” Ronan said.
“Yeah, she helped me make them.”
“That little sneak...” Ronan trailed off and let out a sharp laugh. “I asked her if she knew whether or not you were doing something, and she swore blind she had no idea.”
Adam thought about asking why Ronan had even wanted to know, but instead he pointed at the envelope. “There’s a card in there, as well.”
“In here?” Ronan turned the envelope upside down and the card slipped out into his hand. Adam watched as he took in the flower on the front, smiled a little, then did a double-take, glancing at Adam. “Hold on. Is this what I think it is?”
Adam rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I, uh, I pressed one, before they all died. I wanted to keep it, I guess.”
“Yeah,” Ronan said, something akin to awe in his voice. “I dream about them all the time.” He opened the card and read what Adam had written there, then dropped his face into his hands.
“Parrish...” he mumbled. “I feel like a fucking asshole.”
Adam went over and gently pulled the card out of Ronan’s hand, sitting down on Ronan’s lap. Ronan’s arms circled his waist automatically and he tucked his face into Adam’s neck.
“You are a fucking asshole, Lynch. I love you anyway.”
Ronan grumbled something incoherently against Adam’s skin, and Adam smiled. “What was that?”
Ronan lifted his head so he could be heard. “I said I love you right back.”
“Good,” Adam said.
“I thought you’d forgotten. And I didn’t...I didn’t want a big deal, and this day is a fucking joke or whatever, but you didn’t mention anything. And I even thought you might borrow Gansey’s phone and like, text me or something this morning? But then you didn’t and when you finally called me you sounded annoyed and I didn’t know why, and I didn’t even think you wanted to come over. So then you finally got here and you seemed mad, and so I was mad and...I’m sorry. I was here thinking you didn’t give a shit and you made stuff for me?” He hung his head, penitent. “I love my gifts. These lame brownies smell great. I’m fucking sorry, Parrish.”
“Hey.” Adam cupped Ronan’s head in his hands. “It’s fine that you didn’t get me anything. Honestly I think I just let this whole day get into my head as having to mean something when it doesn’t. I don’t need a special day to let you know how I feel. And I’m sorry if I seemed mad. I just didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t mean to make it weird.”
He leaned in and kissed Ronan briefly. “And Lynch, you cooked for me. You made me a whole meal. I’m pretty sure we’re even.” He kissed him again, until Ronan pulled back and covered Adam’s hands with his own.
“Um...you should come with me,” Ronan said, and he almost sounded sheepish.
They stood up and Ronan swiped the mix CD off the table and shoved it in the pocket of his hoodie, before taking Adam’s hand and leading him out the back door.
Confused but intrigued, Adam followed closely behind, clutching tight to Ronan’s fingers. It was cold outside and neither of them had their coats on, which Adam was about to point out when they walked around the corner of the nearest barn and he was rendered speechless by the sight before him.
In the middle of the grass was a small gazebo tent, the base of which was covered in luxurious looking blankets. There was a laptop in the middle of the floor, hooked up to a projector which was pointing at the outer-wall of the barn. A precarious tower of DVDs was piled up next to the laptop; Adam couldn’t see the titles from here but imagined Ronan had assembled a variety of choices. There was a big thermos, contents unknown (coffee? Hot chocolate?), and various other treats; big bags of marshmallows and Hershey’s Kisses and Reese’s Mini Peanut-Butter Cups.
And everywhere, there was light. Ronan’s twinkling little dream lights, some in jars under the gazebo, others hanging in the air, changing colour, like little fireflies.
“Ronan,” Adam finally managed hoarsely. “What the fuck?”
Ronan smirked. “You thought I hadn’t done anything.”
“Uh, yeah, because you let me think that!” Adam said. He was struggling to process how cosy and romantic it all looked. Let it never be said that Ronan Lynch wasn’t an absolute sap.
“I didn’t let you think anything, you jumped to that conclusion all on your own.”
Adam scowled. “Now I feel like a fucking asshole.”
“Don’t,” Ronan said, pressing a kiss to Adam’s temple. “Anyway, this is nothing.”
“It is so far from nothing,” Adam said. He stepped forward and took a turn around, taking everything in as he walked in a slow circle, stopping when he was facing Ronan again. “I thought Valentine’s Day was capitalistic bullshit?”
“Oh, it is,” Ronan said happily. “But for one, I didn’t spend a penny. And two, a whole day where I can spoil you as much as I want to and you don’t get to complain about it? Sign me the fuck up for that.”
Adam burst out laughing. “You’ve just reminded me of something Henry said.”
“What did he say?”
“I told him that I wasn’t sure whether or not you’d do anything because we hadn’t talked about it, and he said, and I quote: ‘do you really think he’s going to let a day when he’s practically green-lit to be as obnoxious as possible about you just pass him by?’”
Ronan was grinning now. “Cheng’s pretty smart.”
“Yeah,” Adam said. He caught one of the floating lights in his hand and then let it go again. “Just for the record, I think your dreaming abilities give you an unfair advantage when it comes to stuff like this.”
“Excuse you, Parrish, the only thing I dreamt up was the blankets because they’re heated. Oh, and the projector. And the gazebo. But that’s it.”
“‘That’s it’, he says.” Adam rolled his eyes, then accusingly added, “You dreamt up the lights.”
“Well, yeah, but not for this. I already had those. And the food was stuff I already had in the house, and the DVDs are ones I already own. I didn’t want to go overboard.”
Adam stared. “You are ridiculous,” he said, shaking his head. “Come here.”
Ronan went, without question or hesitation, and Adam wrapped his arms around his neck.
“This is the sweetest thing anybody’s ever done for me,” he said softly. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Ronan whispered, kissing a line up Adam’s neck and across his face, the tip of his nose, his forehead, “for the brownies, for what you wrote in the card...Jesus, Adam. It’s the same for me. You know that, right? It’s always you.”
Adam squeezed tighter, feeling dangerously overcome. He breathed in the familiar, comforting smell of Ronan, and then released his grip. “And for the CD, obviously,” he said.
“Of course,” Ronan said, and smiled sharply. “Speaking of...” He pulled it out of his pocket and walked over to his laptop. “I’ll let you pick a movie in a bit, but first, I wanna listen to my present.”
He popped the CD into the drive and pressed a couple of buttons on the mouse, and a moment later the opening track started to play: I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston.
Ronan laughed, once, soundlessly, then came back over to Adam and held his hand out.
“Well?” he said when Adam didn’t move. “Are you dancing?”
Adam grinned. “Are you asking?”
“I’m asking.”
“Then I’m dancing.” He took Ronan’s hand and together they swayed, far too slowly for a song this upbeat, but Ronan didn’t seem to mind, and Adam certainly didn’t.
They didn’t speak while they were dancing, both perhaps a little shaken at the near-miss of an argument, both relieved they hadn’t let it get that far. Both content to be in each other’s company, away from prying eyes and expectations.
It was still early days. They were still learning how to do this, navigating firsts and futures and each other, but they were both quick studies, and Adam couldn’t think of anything more worthwhile than building a foundation— and a life— with Ronan.
There were trickier days to come, but for now, they’d survived their first Valentine’s Day as a couple. As they lay curled together in a blanket watching The Princess Bride projected onto the side of a barn, Adam thought he’d have to mark this one down as a win.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Parrish,” Ronan whispered into Adam’s hair.
“Ugh,” Adam said, and kissed him. “Happy Thursday.”
okay but for your consideration: 'lived a lie' by ymas as a ronan song..... it literally starts out with 'somebody told me that i would be a dreamer for life' aksjfh
omg it’s perfect!!!
and if I lived a lie / will someone meet me on the other side / so i can burn up bright?
this is just perfect for ronan when he loses himself in his dreams. but tbh there a bunch of ymas songs that fit them perfectly, like ‘cold night’, ‘wild ones’ and ‘straight to my head’
(oh and i agree so much that adam’d be a huge ymas fan, and he saves up to buy a t-shirt from their merch for when ronan drags him to a concert, totally because he wants to go)
so, my fav pynch thing is their soft tenderness. like... fingers raking through hair or a palm grazing a buzzcut, a warm palm pressed against the damp back of a tank top, a cold nose nuzzling a sleep-warm neck and eliciting a shiver, standing chest to back with arms looped tightly around, a heavy head resting on a shoulder and fingers interlacing, a thumb sweeping across a sweaty brow... just. being so affectionate and relishing in it.
hey julia what the fuck? its what they deserve and this made me wanna weep!!!
i have to Cry because we get the whole ronan listening to adams heartbeat thing in the sampler, but now you've brought up adam lying his head on ronan's chest and being soothed by his voice (which is probably deeper and raspier at night when he's had a long day and is tired). just... adam pressing his hearing ear against ronan's chest and closing his eyes so the sound and soft vibration of ronan's voice and ronan's fingers carding through his hair are all he knows in those moments. i have to CRY
omg from the sampler we also know that adam sleeps with his hearing ear against ronan’s chest, meaning that he’s used to the rumbling of ronan’s voice, the pleasant buzz of ronan’s laughter against his cheek. that adam likes feeling ronan’s words as he hears them. and it’s always combined with the feel of ronan’s fingers against adam’s deaf ear, gently running over it and then going back to toy with his hair. adam’s arm wrapped around ronan’s middle, him dropping a kiss to ronan’s shoulder and then laying his head back down to listen as ronan reads to him. honestly I’m right there crying about it with you!
PLEASE tell me more about adam being playful and funny and silly with ronan its like the only thing that truly gets me through the day dnndndnd
So I think adam is playful and lowkey snarky (and gets amusement out of it) by nature but he’s usually too busy being an adult teenager to show it, but when he’s with ronan it comes out in full force bc they’re bestfriends, bc adam loves ronan’s reactions to his teasing which vary from ronan getting flustered to him laughing for real (both of which are great things if you ask adam), and because he’s so comfortable around ronan he can just be himself without thinking about it. this playfulness includes but isn’t limited to:
adam finding out about ronan’s fascination with his hands and using it to his advantage every chance he gets. drumming his fingers on tables, putting his hand over ronan’s on the gearshift, making a show out of fixing his or ronan’s shirt and giving ronan a grin and a knowing look every time he does something of the sort
when they’re engaged and adam is wearing a ring, all he has to do is run his fingers through his hair and ronan loses his shit
adam teasing ronan with quick kisses then going ‘oh no wait I forgot I have homework to do’ and laughing when ronan groans in resignation as adam pulls away
he notices that ronan gets flustered when adam wears his shirts or hoodies, so he starts wearing them more often and doing his half smug/half bashful I’m-onto-you smile when ronan gets flustered
ronan: that, uh, shirt looks good on you parrish
adam, grinning: hmmm wouldn’t have guessed you thought so
adam quirking a smile at ronan when he finds something funny, and all he and ronan have to do is share a look about it for ronan to break into a smile as well
he makes snarky comments at ronan “you made that joke already, lynch” with a teasing tone and enjoys getting an exaggerated eye roll or some choice four letter words in response
he and ronan do silly friend things together like their dumb boyish games that end in scabs and then they fist pump or high five depending on how successful their endeavour was
he also notices ronan’s thing for his accent (bc adam parrish is fuckin smart!) and when he tells ronan about this observation, ronan blushes and gets flustered enough (in the ronan “jesus. fuck off.” kind of way) that it’s all the confirmation adam needs
he then starts jokingly using his accent with pointed looks at ronan that get him an unimpressed poker face, but the top of ronan’s ears turn red so who’s the real winner here lynch
and then he starts doing it for real more often bc he’s comfortable and likes that ronan likes it
also like we talked about before omg when he finds out that ronan gets an appreciative/awe-struck look about him when adam wears rolled up jeans or tighter shirts, adam starts doing it around the barns on purpose and it’s gratifying seeing the look on ronan’s face each time
also also adam playfully moving his face away when he’s slightly busy doing chores and ronan goes for a kiss and so it lands on his cheek or chin and they’re both laughing by the time adam pulls ronan in for a real kiss
I mean most of these things end in them making out lbr
just. adam being playful and so comfortable with his bestfriend/boyfriend that he allows himself to have real genuine fun and show and receive affection
hi mara! for the sleepover asks, can you give me some music recs? idk what kind of music you like but you strike me as the kind of person who has great taste 🌸🌿
Aw Julia you’re too sweet, thank you :’) I’m honestly into whatever sounds good to me so my library is a mess of different genres but I hope you like these 💖💕
Artists I always listen to: Girl in Red, Keaton Henson, Queen, The Cure, Hozier, Mitski, Mumford & Sons, Panic At The Disco, Lorde, Hayley Kiyoko
Good playlists:
wlw love story
oldies to dance to
for late nights of staring at nothing
happysad feeling
my fave study playlist
the road leads back to you
revelation
Fave albums atm:
Sing to Me Instead - Ben Platt
American Boyfriend: a suburban love story by Kevin Abstract
Be The Cowboy - Mitski
Make My Bed - King Princess
Kindly Now by Keaton Henson
Delta by Mumford & Sons
Latest songs I’ve played (alternatively titled: my library is a Mess)
I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend by Girl in Red, Wasted Youth by Fletcher, Florence + The Machine - South London Forever, For you by Seinabo Sey, Mice by Billie Marten, Temporary Love by Ben Platt, Hesitate by Jonas Brothers, Homesick by Dua Lipa, Fix You Up by Tegan and Sara, Crazy In Love - Beyonce, Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears, Just Like Heaven by The Cure, Black On Black by Greyson Chance, I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers
i love what you said in the tags on the pet names post. and i keep thinking about andreil even tho i never finished aftg, but they're also super popular and have a similar thing going on where people don't want to view them as being happy and in love and putting that into affectionate words and actions.... makes me sad.
I loved the post itself, you really put into words what I’ve been thinking all evening! It’s actually really interesting that you bring up aftg because I quit that fandom and never thought of the books again because of the author’s blog and her insistence on keeping both neil and andrew stuck in their trauma and pretty much unchanging. It’s very similar to what mst*ef is doing but on an even more disturbing level bc the author there uses trauma and ptsd for angst p*rn, and her blog made me really disappointed and angry.
This notion that pet names or any form of tenderness and vulnerability in love makes you ‘weak’ is such bullshit, especially when it’s a trope almost exclusively used on lgbt pairing. And like I said in the tags, if you keep a close eye then you notice the fine line they walk of sexualising lgbt couples without allowing them to be sexual onscreen nor tender and romantic bc that doesn’t fit their narrative either. Additionally, with pairings like pynch and andr//il it just serves to further the narrative of abuse survivors and people suffering PTSD being unable to love or vocalise affection and that’s really (really) bad and harmful. Authors should learn to treat their characters as real people and let them develop and move on and heal. Anyway someone should really tell straight authors that gay couples act like, wait for it, couples!
