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ronan and adam going to play laser tag with adam’s uni friends, and adam doing the thing where he pushes ronan up against a wall, kisses him, and then shoots his laser gun at him while making out. he backs down slowly with a teasing grin when ronan realises what just happened, and ronan is too busy reigning in his frustrating attraction and being heart eyes at a playful adam to be annoyed at all
i truly love thinking about how adam has def asked ronan about when he started having feelings for him, and ronan being like um??? you know i don't really remember? definitely not the exact second i laid eyes on you tho
Omg anon I’ve thought of this exact scenario before and it’s so adorable. here’s how I imagine it would go:
Adam and Ronan are in bed late at night, legs tangled and arms hooked around waists, Ronan facing Adam as they talk in hushed tones even though they’re the only ones in the house. The late hour calls for openness and quiet voices, smiles exchanged over dumb topics and silly childhood stories.
They have been quiet for some time, Ronan has started to wonder if Adam is about to fall asleep, when Adam asks “When did you know you liked me? Or, I don’t know, had feelings for me?”
The question sends sparks shooting to Ronan’s stomach. He squeezes his eyes shut, looks at Adam, and then immediately has to look away before he spills everything. He hums as if thinking about it, says “I don’t know. it’s.. complicated.” but Adam is not fooled; he has already seen the look on Ronan’s face. A curious Adam is impossible to deter.
He pokes Ronan in the side once, “You’re really not going to tell me? Why?”
Ronan groans. There’s a mischievous light in Adam’s eyes, a smile lingering just at the edges of his lips. Ronan thinks he can see that smile in full bloom if he were slightly braver. He rolls his eyes and pokes Adam back, they have both moved to their sides now, legs untangled, gazes caught together “What do you care, Parrish? I just knew at some point.”
Ronan knows he’s a whisper above mumbling. He feels heat pooling in his face and is thankful for the semi darkness they’re in, but he can’t hold Adam’s gaze any longer and that’s enough of a tell if you’re Adam Parrish.
“It was early on wasn’t it?” Adam says, a grin breaking free. “How early are we talking?”
“Pride is a sin.” Ronan says, and then when Adam’s smile doesn’t waver. “Adam. Jesus. Yeah, fine, very early on.”
Adam bites his lower lip to control his smile, brushes his thump along Ronan’s brow and then down his cheek. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say when.”
His voice is shaky with hidden emotions or suppressed laughter or something, and now of course Ronan has to tell him. To let Adam voice whatever he’s feeling in return. He scoots closer to Adam, until their foreheads are almost touching, and exhales slowly.
“First time I saw you. First day of school.” Ronan whispers. A secret for only the two of them. “You didn’t see me, but I saw you and I. Shit, I don’t know. I knew. It sounds stupid, but I just knew. Didn’t acknowledge it for a long time, but I think the feelings part of it was always there.”
Adam looks at him in silence for a few heartbeats, his face going through several emotions; the way it always does when he’s working through something. Surprise, delight, realisation, sadness, delight again –Ronan tries to catch all of them and hold them close to his chest. His heart is beating loud enough for the both of them to hear, but he focuses on Adam’s expressions because he’s the only one allowed to see this version of Adam -the one not trying to hide its complexity.
Adam’s expression settles on something soft. His eyes are so full of emotion that it’s almost challenging to keep eye contact, but Ronan isn’t one to shy away from a challenge. Love. Adam’s expression settles on love.
“God, Ronan,” Adam says and then kisses him, first a peck that’s achingly sweet, and then a deeper longer kiss. “That long?” he mumbles against Ronan’s lips. It’s not really a question, but it comes out that way.
“That long.” Ronan confirms, fingers combing through Adam’s hair, running down his face. It’s almost too much, this conversation and the emotions lighting up his chest. “Don’t let it go to your head, Parrish.” the admonition is softly spoken, paired with a kiss to Adam’s deaf ear.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Adam says, smile blooming.
Ronan putting a kiss on Adam’s hip 😭💕
This truly gets me bc it’s just so tender and intimate. And it’s something that happens casually sometimes, not just when they’re in bed together, but at casual and playful moments too. (Shout out to @bleachersmp3 for putting up with me while I wrote this 💕)
They’re at the barns and Adam is doing some reading in advance for class, except it’s not homework or anything required so he’s more relaxed than usual and reading while lying down on the couch. Ronan comes in from outside, takes one long look at Adam with his book and starts grinning. Adam is wearing Ronan’s clothes. He’s in Ronan’s black sweatpants, which pool around his feet and are a bit loose around the waist, and Ronan’s soft grey hoodie that Adam loves wearing but won’t admit to it. Ronan’s smile turns soft just looking at the drawstrings of the sweatpants pulled tight around Adam’s hips, and if that isn’t a sign of just how far gone he is for this boy, then Ronan really doesn’t know what is.
He walks over to Adam, only stopping to drop a quick kiss at the top of his head, then moves towards Adam’s legs. Adam pulls his legs momentarily away to make room for Ronan, then unceremoniously drops them onto Ronan’s lap once he’s seated. It takes Ronan a total of ten seconds to break the silence.
“What are you reading, nerd?”
This gets him a twitch of Adam’s lips, the hint of a smile, and a book raised pointedly to show him the title. No verbal response, but he can read Adam well enough to know he doesn’t mind a distraction at the moment.
“Thought you didn’t have any school work this weekend?”
Adam shrugs and pointedly keeps his eyes on his book, the ghost of a smile still present. It’s a challenge that Ronan is all too familiar with, and something that’s been happening more often now that the academic year is finally wrapping up. Adam being playful, Adam kissing him deep and slow then innocently saying “oh sorry, forgot I have an assignment to do” and laughing when Ronan groans, Adam looking up from a task he’s done with and issuing a challenge of there, you can distract me now. Adam, Adam, Adam..
Ronan never turns down a challenge.
proposal anon here! adam’s mindlessly touching ronan’s hand-not just ronan’s hand, but his ring finger-and adam starts to think about marriage and how the only person he wants ronan to be married to is him. so adam asks “hey...who gets to propose?” and realizes that that in itself is a proposal. ronan stops for a second, goes white, and adam thinks he’s made a mistake— but then ronan gives adam a heart stopping grin and suggests his idea for them to both propose and god I love these two sm
a lot of the imagery in this ficlet is inspired by @cofidea‘s wonderful fanart
Adam lies with his head atop Ronan’s chest, toying with Ronan’s hand as they speak. The afternoon feels still and unhurried, the way only summer afternoons can feel. There’s a ray of sunshine creeping its way past the arm of the couch where they’re laying down and up their tangled legs. Adam watches its progression lazily, the way it illuminates some parts of them and casts others in shadows.
They speak quietly, the air only broken by a laugh or a scoff every now and then. Ronan’s right arm circles Adam’s waist, while his left hand is laying on his stomach where Adam can hold it and marvel at their intertwined fingers. The afternoon light with its slow progress distracts him, while the hum of Ronan’s voice makes him feel warm and fuzzy -the way only Ronan can make him feel.
Adam runs his fingers over Ronan’s left arm, gently touching the raised skin of his wrist, down his palm, moving to his fingers. Ronan speaks and Adam hums in acknowledgement. He intertwines their fingers together, looks at them just out of the light’s reach now. Ronan is saying something about going out for dinner, Adam runs a thump over his knuckles, gently runs his fingers over Ronan’s ring finger. His brain presents the image unbidden: if they were married, Ronan’s wedding ring would beautifully catch the light.
The thought sits with Adam for a few heartbeats, he can feel its weight against his chest. Not heavy nor unwanted, but something precious he can hold close to his heart. It’s not the first time he has thought something along these lines, but he hasn’t felt such a strong urge to voice it before. And so, within another heartbeat, he does.
“Which one of us gets to propose first?” Adam says conversely. Easy as asking about the weather outside. He realises even as he speaks that he had cut off Ronan mid-sentence and quickly looks up at him.
Ronan’s expression goes still, his hand tenses up in Adam’s, and then he loosens up all at once. His face a mosaic of emotions, all of them warmer than the afternoon sun. He looks at Adam in something resembling awe or reverence, his mouth slowly loosening into a smile.
“Fuck. Adam. I think you just did.” Ronan means for it to be light but his voice shakes. Adam makes note of it for later. He has heard Ronan’s voice in various tones of worship or despair, but this particular one is entirely new. Adam wants to hear it again.
all I can think about tonight is adam during his first year of uni waking up next to ronan, after a couple of months of not seeing each other, and looking over to find a dreamt-up promise ring cupped in ronan’s fingers. adam lightly traces the ring and ronan’s palm with his own fingers until ronan can move again from the dream, then takes the ring and wears it on his left hand. he keeps wearing it until ronan actually proposes to him a couple of years later, and then he replaces it with an engagement ring but keeps the promise ring as a memory
Just imagine the mixture of delight, smugness, and bashfulness Adam feels when he accidentally stumbles upon a playlist titled ‘Adam’ on Ronan’s phone while they are on a drive, and opens it to find one sappy love song after the other. Ronan wears a look of exasperation (read: embarrassment) mixed with a stubborn “yeah, so what?” when Adam, who sounds like he’s biting down delighted laughter, asks him about it. He then has to pull over bc he just needs to kiss the smile on Adam’s face repeatedly, and maybe hide his face against Adam’s neck as he confesses that this playlist has been in the making since their very first kiss.
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.
its adam anon again :)) i forgot that ronan canonically likes reading in his free time and i suddenly pictured adam laying with his head in ronan's lap while ronan reads aloud to him and his spare hand plays with adam's hair or strokes his cheek or holds his hand... its about the tenderness babyyy
god, adam anon, the tenderness of this kills me! it also makes me think of all the times they do this and how it becomes a habit:
the first time it happens, adam is studying at the barns. adam looks up to see ronan sat on the couch reading a book, so he walks over to him, mutters that he’s on a break and lays his head on ronan’s shoulder. ronan brushes a kiss over adam’s forehead then goes to put the book down, but adam gently grabs his arm and says “read to me.”, and so ronan does.
it becomes a habit that if ronan is reading a book, then adam is bound to hear some of it read to him at some point. it happens when adam is on study breaks, when ronan is sleeping over at st agnes, over the summer while they’re sharing a hammock outside, or on weekends with adam’s head pillowed in the crook of ronan’s neck
sometimes when adam has woken up from a nightmare or is having one of these nights where he’s too tired to instantly fall asleep, ronan grabs his favourite poetry book and starts reading out loud from it while adam’s head is on his chest and he’s slowly falling asleep to ronan’s voice. it also helps that ronan keeps running his fingers through adam’s hair as he reads
it keeps going even when adam has moved away for college during their late night phonecalls. near the end of the call, when adam’s eyes are too heavy to keep open but he’s missing ronan too much to hang up, he repeats what he said the very first time “read to me?” and ronan complies. he reads from novels, latin poetry, a childhood storybook he found.. whatever he reads, adam finds soothing and can hear the smile in ronan’s voice whenever he reacts to something ronan read.
bonus: sometimes, when it’s ronan who can’t sleep, adam stays up just to hear him reading bc he knows that it helps ronan too and grounds him. and if ronan can’t do the reading himself bc he’s not feeling well, then adam gently takes the book from ronan’s shaking hands to replace it with one of his own, and then he reads to ronan
