#pynch headcanons

[harlotsforcinnamon]

Adam prematurely starts to go gray and Ronan has Feelings about him having a visible sign of aging when neither of them truthfully thought they were gonna make it to eighteen…

…and also it’s sexy as hell and like a true Catholic Ronan pathologizes the shit out of his attraction to his Own Boyfriend

Gansey or Blue teasing Ronan, asking him what he thinks of Adam being a silver fox and Ronan going bright red like shut….the fuck up nobody FUCKING touch me

[colorfulbibliostack]

ronan lynch would wear eyeliner. not liquid eyeliner, not winged eyeliner, not even the nice creamy gel pencil liner. he would have the oldest hardest chunkiest kohl pencil ever. he'd apply it really carefully and then smudge the shit out of the perfect lines with a wet finger. (he would try to do adam's makeup at least once but adam would probably either stop him or go "youre definitely doing something wrong" and start doing it himself.)

[piningeddiediaz]

Hc Ronan making Adam laugh / smile

this has been in my drafts for so long im sorry!

ok ronan knows like. the weirdest and dirtiest jokes. and he just randomly tells them. like they would be at st agnes, ronan listening to his obnoxious music while adam studies and then randomly ronan would take his headphones off and be like "hey parrish?" and adam would carry on working which ronan would take as an affirmative and say some shitty joke like "they say make up sex is the best... which is lucky because all sex is made up!" and adam would just roll his eyes and be like "why the fuck am I with you?" and try really hard not to laugh but ronan knows he did (he can't help it he's in love poor guy)

headcanon that ronan whistles/sings whenever he is doing any task. he'll be feeding the animals whistling the murder squash song. he'll do laundry humming some Irish ballad he's been listening to a lot this week. he showers belting out all the songs on reputation and he thinks adam can't hear him but he absolutely can. adam thinks it is the cutest fucking thing in the world. and ronan has a really good voice too which doesn't hurt. it makes him smile every time

bullying adam into a shopping trolley and hurtling both of them across the parking lot is a parrish-lynch tradition every single time they go grocery shopping. adam not-so-secretely loves it. his laughter during those moments is the loudest ronan has ever heard it

ronan gets on an art kick and when adam goes away to college ronan sends monthly care packages (tdt doesnt exist because I say so). it always always has a fresh tub of hand cream, little things ronan dreamt for adam etc., he also starts including things he drew for adam in it (usually like entire sketchbooks full of just drawings of adam) and adam smiles every time he sees them

ronan is also notoriously bad at texting but he makes up for it by taking lots of pictures and sending them to adam. it makes adam smile because it feels like ronan is sending him bits of home.

[pergaias]

RONAN AND ADAM

*sCREAMS* OH MY GODS I HAVE SO MANY

okay ronan and adam are the softest gay babies ever

like - they’re almost fused at the hip, they cuddle whenever they can, and they’re always ?? touching ?? like ronan will reach for adam’s hand, or adam will lean his head on ronan’s shoulder, and even though ronan will tell blue and gansey they’re being gross whenever they show pda, blue will always mouth “disgusting” and “gross” right back at ronan

okay you know how much i love plants - i think that ronan would always bring plants to adam, whether they’re plants he dreamed or just actual plants from his farm every time he goes to see him at his apartment / when adam goes to college

and soon enough adam is like a cottagecore l o s e r and his room looks like a greenhouse but it makes him happy because ronan loves plants and they remind him of ronan ? also just plants in general we stan adam and ronan the plant dads

s h a r i n g  h o o d i e s  imagine ronan in one of adam’s worn-out sweatshirts or jackets that he steals because they’re soft and smell like his boyfriend - and adam scrabbling for a hoodie but ronan’s stolen all of his so he grabs one of ronan’s, 

so when adam goes to school everyone is just constantly having to double-take at mild, studious adam parrish wearing a grungy heavy-metal band hoodie or a fuckin’ leather jacket 

can we just stop and stan ronan as snow white in a muscle tank, which i’ve seen in someone else’s textpost but ahhHhhHhHHh

ronan and adam napping together in random places - the couch, the bmw, adam’s shitty hondayota, and even opal not disturbing them and we know how opal is 

probably more but i’m just dissolving into delerium so i’ll post this lmao 

[ragesingoddess]

Pynch rwrb au

Gansey is the first son of the United States. Adam is his best friend, and also his counselor. He lives with Gansey in the white house (only because he works there; he only accepted after he had graduated and had a reason to stay there)

Before that Adam lived in a small apartment that he was barely able to afford. Gansey of course tried countless times to pursade him to move in with them but Adam was having none of it.

Now Ronan, is the prince of Wales. He hates his brother Declan and after his father (the king) was killed mysteriously his mother became a ghost.

Ronan has had a crush on Adam for 4 years now, ever since he saw him standing next to the fist son. He always thought that the boy looked different, kind of out of place but at the same time he was intrigued by his determined stare.

Adam now claims he hates the arrogant and cocky prince of Wales who keeps his hair buzzed to piss off his brother and got a secret tattoo when he was 16. (in reality tho he always found him pretty, different from the rest of nobles who claimed to care for the people and in reality did nothing to help those suffering.)

They meet at Declan's wedding. Adam is there with Gansey and Gansey's girlfriend, Blue. Ronan is drinking somewhere with Noah, trying to avoid talking with anyone that is not an absolute necessity.

At some point Gansey is off doing his fsotus work or something and Adam is alone and Ronan takes the opportunity to go over and talk to him.

They don't really hit it off. Adam is not willing to let go of his 'I hate the prince' nonsense and he replies to all of Ronan's messy to say the least attemptes to make conversation.

Ronan doesn't know how to communicate™ so he tries to connect with Adam by offending him the best he can. Adam loses his temper, goes to leave, ronan tries to grab his hand, Ronan fails to hold him back and boom. They just kind of destroyed the wedding cake.

It's kind of a mess after that. Gansey is absolutely freaking out because they did just destroy the royal wedding and fuck Adam this is not good for any of us and rumors are starting to rise about the hatred between the kids of the white house and the prince. So of course he makes Adam start a fake friendship with ronan

Ronan is kind of freaking out on his own bassicly. Declan made him accept of course. And well Ronan says yes its not like he cares, or anything. ("Shut the hell up, Noah.")

Long story short Adam comes to visit. Along with Gansey and blue. The do everything they are supposed to, public appearances and all. (Ronan even allows Adam to post a picture on Instagram)

And well Adam is surprised to find out that he doesn't really hate Ronan. And Gansey and blue also get along with Ronan well (Noah is absolutely as heck fangirling "Ronan I can't believe it. You actually made friends.")

They start talking a bit after. Ronan is actually using his phone which earns him a lot of freaked out stares and impossibly loud cries from Noah and Matthew. (Ronan is not only using his phone he is also smiling can you believe)

Slow burn and everything, Ronan is in love Adam is having a gay crisis™ and blue is making bets with Henry about how long will it take for Adam to figure it all out. (hanry can also be a politicians kid what do I know)

It happens on Ronan's birthday. They are all on the palace for the party and then they leave to go celebrate as a friend group and Adam is laughing and even singing karaoke with Ronan who also happens to have a stupid grin on his face. Ronan kisses him when they return to the palace. They stayed outside while the others went to sleep, and Adam looked at him with his burning blue gaze and Ronan was kind of drunk but not drunk enough to not know what he was doing.

Ronan gets inside leaving Adam freaking out alone outside for a solid two hours.

Their flight is scheduled early the best day. Ronan does not show up.

Back on the white house everything is crisis. Adam is freaking out full on rambling on gansey, Henry and blue and trying to make him get his shit together and call Ronan.

Adam does. Ronan does not reply.

When they meet again at a charity event on the white house Adam shoves Ronan into his room and kisses his brains out.

They don't talk about what they are for a while. They make out a lot and they obviously both like each other but they are also idiots. Blue is trying to get Adam's head out of his ass, Noah is trying to get Ronan to just talk with Adam but his feelings while gansey is totally oblivious ("You mean to tell me that all this time they have not been dating?)

Ronan shows Adam the secret forest he used to go as child hidden in the palace's back gardens. Adam tells Ronan about his past. Ronan kisses him.

Chaos ensues, lots of making out in the closets before gansey comes back, lots of blue rolling her eyes every time they bumb their knees together under the table.

Noah makes the group chat of course. And it's a mess. A beautiful mess, really.

Ronan is the one to actually say I love you first.

Adam panics. Not because he doesn't love him back but because his upbringing had lead him to question if he is capable of love in the first place. He freaks out. He doesn't say it back. He also stops responding to ronan's messages.

Ronan is angry. Not because Adam does not love him back but because he doesn't have the guts to speak to him and tell it on his face. He is also so in love with him it hurts and the thought that he possibly just lost him is enough to fuck his mind

Blue tells Adam to get his shit together. Henry agrees. Maybe gansey nods. Adam takes the first place and goes to England.

He tells Ronan about his family some more. The whole truth this time. He cries. Ronan tells him he is an asshole for believing that bullshit his parents tried to make him feel about himself. They kiss (maybe angry kiss a bit what do I know). Adam says I love you back)

From now I'll change it up a bit, because I can

Ronan and Adam don't exchange emails so they don't get exposed. But the rumors start rising because they appear together more and more publicly and in intimate short of ways.

Adam panics. The last thing he wants is to mess up Gansey's mothers campaign. Gansey tells him he doesn't care. If he is really sure about this they will find a way to deal with this in the best possible way. He cares more about Adam than he does about politics. (also Gansey's mom isn't like Alex's. In my headcanon she is not even that dedicated to the cause. Adam cares though. Adam believes they can make a change.)

Ronan does. Not. Care.

Declan is NOT homophobic (Jesus can we stop portraying him as an asshole) he just wants what is best for Ronan, his image and the kingdom. Ronan tells him he is sure. Declan questions his choices (he has his reasons, hive him a break) but he goes along with it.

They don't exactly 'announce' anything. It's not their style. But they don't deny anything either, and when Adam is Ronan's plus one in the single random ass gala he was forced decided to actually go, no one questioned it at all.

Gansey's mother gets elected again. Adam is still Gansey's main counselor. He also just finished his masters and is finally accepting his role and his importance in the white house.

Adam also drives Ronan to Henrietta, to show to him where he was raised. But it's not only the place where the trailer park was. It was also the place where Adam learned to fight for himself, the place where he learned that hard work is the only way to get you where you want to be, the place where he met gansey and blue, the place where he learned to hope. And maybe Adam thinks, as Ronan is kissing his knuckles, some day, he may be coming back.

(i posted this a few months ago as a response to a headcanon but ive been thinking about it lately so im posting it again.)

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Some fluffy pynch head canons? 💖

I’m terrible at these but I’ll give it my best shot

when ronan sleeps over adam’s and adam is studying, he gives him his space

however. ronan gets bored. so he starts to doodle

he’s not the most talented artist in the world but heck if his crazy dreams and his gorgeous friend that he’s pining after don’t give him inspiration...

ronan grabs a notebook and a pencil, slamming them onto the floor as he quickly sits down

adam jokes about ronan taking a sudden interest in academics when he glances up and ronan gives him the middle finger. the moment is forgotten as adam gets lost in his textbook again

ronan doodles adam studying. with vines and fireflies and anything you can connect dreams and cabeswater with surrounding him

he gets lost in the work, really. and he doesn’t notice when adam stands up to see what he’s doing

adam gapes for a second and quickly steals the drawing. ronan grumbles at him and if his ears get red, adam pretends not to notice

without saying a word, adam hangs the drawing up

they don’t ever speak of it until they start dating. adam goes back to studying. ronan sits for a moment, feeling like he’s on fire, before storming out the door to go for a walk

adam hands him a paper with a stick figure and some sort of bird when he returns. ronan guesses it vaguely resembles him

I kind of only wrote one long headcanon sorry!!!

[genderqueerpond]

everyone always talks about blue and gansey’s baby but lbr i think we all know adam and ronan are the real parents in the series and i wanna hear about THAT

[lumosinlove]

for that ronan and adam thing: honestly i just really love the idea of really tired adam (having school in the morning then two jobs + studying and college applications) just coming home to st agnes and ronans just THERE and he literally collapses into his boyfriend and ronans like "god adam, you cant even stand up" and cUDDLES AND TAKES CARE OF HIM AND JUST!!! NORMAL LIL TEENS IN LOVE FOR .2 SECONDS IS MY KINK

DAMN THESE TWO ARE SO AMAZING TO WRITE I LOVE THEM

The street lamps were too bright, the world was too dark.

His feet were too heavy. His back was too stiff, his hands were too cracked.

His work was too much, his pockets were too empty.

It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

Adam adjusted his messenger bag sluggishly, keeping his finger pressed to the outer bottom corner where the edge of his Latin textbook was threatening to fall through and cause more damage to the worn leather. The constant pressure made his bones grind, wing bone pressing tightly against his skin.

There’d been a test in Latin today. He’d done well, he knew he had. He’d recited the verb endings to himself over and over again at the garage, chanting in his head, lips mouthing the vowels to the rhythm of his wrench-twisting wrist, to the beat of the barely working radio his boss always kept on in the break room, anything. It was good. It was the kind of work that could be done with other work.

School had been fine. He’d been tired, but it was fine. He could survive his shift at the garage. He had a granola bar. Only, then Marty had been sick today. And Adam didn’t have two cars to work on, he had four. He’d been given Marty’s work as overtime as a given, without being asked. It was an assumption. A slightly insulting one, but correct all the same. He needed the money. God, everyone knew he needed the money. But it meant this.

He’d gotten work done, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that it was close to two in the morning and he had to be up at six, ready and bright-eyed to start the cycle over again. Over and over. School, work, (sleep?), school, work, (sleep?), school….

Adam closed his eyes when he reached the church door. Pressing his hand to the wood, he let himself fall away for a moment, just a little. Wind only barely made it to his skin, leaves touched his fingertips so lightly that it prickled. Then he pulled back, opened his eyes, sighing. He’d fall over if he let himself relax to much, pass out right here outside of the church, like some unwanted child left by a un-needing mother. Adam almost smirked as he pushed at the door. How fitting.

It was the stairs that really got him. There were barely twelve of them but there might as well have been twelve hundred. He pushed his palm flat to the wall, swaying on the spot when he reached the sixth. He felt his cheek press against his hand and realized he was tilting to his left. He blinked open his eyes, which he hadn’t realized had closed, eyelashes brushing the satin wallpaper that lined the narrow stairwell. He hated this wall paper. It was patterned in leaves, green and shiny, with millions and millions of haloed angels among them, peaking out, hiding, clutching, smiling. He wanted to tear it, wanted to get Cabeswater to tear it, because nature had nothing to do with these angels, this God. God had nothing to do with nature. Nature was Cabsewater, it was separate. It had done everything for him, it had saved him, given him a purpose. Brought him Ronan. And what had God ever done for him? Given him a father that beat on him, a mother who turned a blind eye, and a deaf ear? They didn’t belong on the same wall, much less the same plane. Breathing hard, he pushed away, feet slamming on the last six steps and dragging down the dimly lit hallway.

His hand shook putting the key into the lock and he leaned his forehead against the cool wood, nearly stumbling over when the door clicked open. He went to turn his light on when he realized, after much too long a period to be normal, that it was already lit. The dim, shaded bulb cast the room in a foggy glow, or, more importantly, cast Ronan in a foggy glow. Ronan, beautiful, sharp Ronan sat sprawled on his bed, Chainsaw asleep on the window sill next to him, blue eyes blinking slowly up at him at first, then more alert. He sat up, Chainsaw only lifting her head from beneath her wing for a moment to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Took you long enough, Parish.” His mouth curved up slightly, “Your burrito is cold.”

Adam just stared at him, squinting his eyes, blinking hard.

He caught glimpses of Ronan’s face morphing into one of confusion, then worry, but it was like the room wouldn’t stay in focus, “Parish?”

Adam felt his bag drop from his shoulder and heard the unmistakable tear of leather. He cursed, but found his lips wouldn’t move enough to make the actual word, just a blurred version of it. Then he was falling. Then he wasn’t. He didn’t know if he had been falling for hours or seconds, but suddenly there were arms around his waist and breath against his neck. Time was gone, and all that was left was Ronan and the ache in Adam’s bones.

“Jesus.” Ronan was now saying, “Jesus, Adam-“ There was worry in Ronan’s voice that Adam didn’t often hear. It made it softer somehow, when worry usually made voices harder. But this was Ronan Lynch. This was Ronan. When was anything ever usual?

Adam couldn’t help it, he let his weight fall against Ronan’s chest, boots slipping against the floor, fingers digging into Ronan’s biceps. He expected Ronan to stumble against the sudden assault, but his arms just tightened, holding Adam against him, chest unmoving.

“Fuck, you can’t even- fucking stand. Fuck.”

When Adam blinked his eyes open next, he was on the bed, Ronan carefully pulling his feet up as well. It had only been a second then. It had felt like years. God, what would an entire night of sleep feel like? Death? Was that what it had come to? Sleep feeling like death? Was that how his body was trying to cope with the lack of it?

His inner ramble was cut off by quick fingers through his hair. He caught a glimpse of Ronan’s worried eyes and then all he could hear was the crinkling of a bag before his chest was being lifted up. He was confused. He would have expected pillows but he only had the one, and it certainly wouldn’t prop him up this high. Instead, he was met with the firmness of Ronan’s chest, the comfort of his arm across his stomach, his thighs snug against his hips, and the mouth of a water bottle pushing against his lips.

“Small sips.” Ronan’s voice was gruff, demanding, “Don’t fucking throw up on me, Parish.”

Adam did as he was told, but only for a second before his head was lolling back against Ronan’s chest, eyes slipping closed. He breathed heavily through his mouth.

“Ro…”

He felt Ronan sigh and stretch to put the water on the window sill, “Yeah. ‘m here.” He felt the fingers in his hair again, slower this time. He felt leather against his temple, then, “You aren’t going to school tomorrow.”

Adam opened his eyes at that, craning his neck backwards so he could see Ronan’s face, “Yes.”

Ronan looked down at him, their noses almost touching. He narrowed his eyes in a very Ronan-like way, “No.”

Honestly, Adam couldn’t argue. He was pretty sure he’d just passed out eleven times in the last five minutes. He already felt his eyes closing again, but he struggled against it, needing one more thing, “You’re going to school tomorrow.”

Ronan scoffed at him. The annoyed noise sounded odd paired with the soft way he was still stroking Adam’s hair back from his forehead, “No.”

“Yes.”

Ronan rolled his eyes. Adam could see the way he was biting the insides of his lips, holding the words back. He slouched down on the measly rag of Adam’s pillow and made a face, “What the fuck is this?”

Adam just smiled a little, allowing his eyes to slip closed with the knowledge that Ronan was in for the night with him. He asked that question every time he intended to stay.

There were a few beats of silence. Adam didn’t know how he was still awake. But the air was filled with Ronan about to, waiting, unsure, needing to say something.

“You… You can’t do this.” Ronan’s fingers stilled in his hair, sliding down and tightening around his waist, “I can’t watch you do this.”

Adam mustered enough strength to sigh and roll onto his stomach, chest against chest, nose against neck, “Don’t want to talk about this now.”

Ronan growled a little in his throat, frustration, “You fucking- You fucking passed out-“

“Please.” Adam said against his skin. It was sticky from the humid night air, smelling strongly of grass and heat. If Adam hadn’t been so tired, he was sure he’d be kissing and licking every part of it he could reach by now. Maybe he’d dream of that instead.

Ronan sighed, pushing his cheek against Adam’s head, rubbing gently as if trying to calm himself. His voice came out a whisper when he spoke next, “Just let me get you a pillow. Please, just let me get you a fucking pillow. This is bullshit.”

Adam shushed him softly, already half asleep, ear catching each thump of Ronan’s heart, “Yes. You can buy me a pillow.”

He felt Ronan nod, then, a second later, “…two pillows. One for you and one for…”

Adam pressed a kiss to his jaw, “Two pillows.”