adams fork

  • Adam: Bobby did you hear the good news? We're going to do a musical episode.
  • Robert Carlyle: No.
  • Eddy: Yes! It's really happening. You get to sing.
  • Robert Carlyle: I don't sing. I'd rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty fork.
  • Adam: Eh, that sounds like something Rumple would say. Let's just use that.

Thank you @greywvren for the help and thank you again for being the reason I read this series in the first place 💕

Ronan Lynch never thought he would ever be on a romantic date, let alone to be the one who organized it.

He searched for the less shitty and less pricey restaurant in all of Henrietta- fuck, damn it, in all fucking Virginia for something like a month and he’s now left feeling like the biggest idiot on earth, waiting for Adam to show up, and even when he hears the sound of the engine of Adam’s shitty Hondoyata, he doesn’t turn, doesn’t move because- because.


It was all so new, all so strange.

The tentative brotherhood with Declan, the absence of Cabeswater and the void his Mother’s smile used to lit up. He knows how easily loss can destroy him, can drive him away from everything he loves, and so Ronan Lynch decided that he had enough of self-destruction to last a lifetime.

He didn’t notice when he started to chew on the leather bands of his bracelet, but the comfort of the familiar habit is enough to keep him from working himself into an early grave, his longing consuming him more and more for every minute that he waits and when Adam enters the restaurant in his perfect, clean and flawless college uniform and his face lights up with a smile aimed only at him Ronan tries to understand exactly how many beats a heart can skip.



There’s a moment of silence and Ronan feels his heart slowly traveling up to his throat as Adam’s hand rest in the middle of the table like an invitation between the salt and pepper, just near the menu that Ronan left open so that Adam could check the prices without being nervous of everything he orders. He watches as Adam’s eyes roam over the various dishes and the various dollars and Ronan has a whole bunch of seconds that feel like a lifetime to imagine all the ways in which he fucked up.

But Adam’s smiles, the kind of smile that makes Ronan’s breath come out in a woosh, feeling a little bit lighter and a little bit happier, is such a thing is possible.

His hands move slowly and he ends up cradling Adam’s fingers in his own and he’s euphoric with the knowledge that Adam’s hands are now soft.

“So, Parrish. How’s school going?” he asks, trying to be as casual as he can and he wonders if Adam knows how badly he needs to know.

“It’s going good. Very good. Better than I could imagine.” he answers and Ronan doesn’t know if it’s the smile on his face or the fact that Adam’s thumb is now stroking the skin of his palm, but everything in this damned place seems to be on fire.

“How are the Barns?” the question takes Ronan a while to decipher, to remember that Adam cares.

“I woke a cow.” the answer comes with a shrug, even if he was on his way to cry when it happened and then seriously crying after he called Gansey and Blue to tell them and he-

He wanted to say it to Adam face to face, because Ronan knows that a part of the Barns and a big part of himself-like his heart, or his liver, or the very blood in his veins- will always be owned by Adam Parrish.

And the smile on Adam’s face could light up the darkest parts of Ronan’s corners.

“I am so happy for you. I can’t wait to see it!” he holds Ronan’s hand tighter and he can feel the fire spreading all across his face.

“It’s just a cow.” he adds, but at the words Adam’s smile only gets wider, like he knows how much it matters for Ronan no matter how much he tries to hide it.

“Gentlemen, are you ready to order?” the waitress asks and Ronan turns to look at her for a second before he gets kicked under the table.

“The fuck, Parrish?” he murmurs, his hand going to massage the injured part just as Adam answers the waitress with a polite “Not yet. And pardon my boyfriend.”

The waitress answers something but Ronan’s everything is hanging by those tiny, little nine letters.


“Don’t look at the waitress like that, it’s not her fault we still haven’t picked something.” Adam says, but he doesn’t move his hands from the electric tangle they make with Ronan’s.

His only answer is a hum, while he tries to regain his cool.

He knows their hands will eventually have to detangle to read the menu and actually pick something and Ronan muses that he could pay or threaten or beg to have someone read it for them.

As one pair of joined hands slowly retreats to take the menu-get a whole lunch for the fantastic prize of only 12 dollars!- the other tightens.

“I’ll take the Lasagne.” Adam says and Ronan debates with himself on the matter of: will order hamburger seem like a dick move?

His heart is still in his throat and clouding his vision of everything that isn’t Adam shaped, so he settles for the first thing that seems vaguely easy to pronounce.

When the waitress comes back to take the orders Adam is the one to talk to her, but that’s because Ronan is too busy looking at him, at the way he holds himself, his perfect self-taught manners, the way he is grounded in his own being.

He finds the act of Adam ordering for him more endearing than he will ever admit.

Ronan suddenly remembers that he has things to give to Adam, a gift from Opal and a gift from himself, and he makes a mental note to remember this later, when they are not in a restaurant surrounded by people.

When the plates arrive Ronan is crushed by the knowledge that yes, he will have to let go of Adam’s hand and finds a little solace in the fact that the latter seems as reluctant to do so as he feels.

Ronan looks at the plate in front of him and finds out that he has no idea what this shit is.

“You don’t know what you ordered, do you.” Adam’s sentence should sound like a question, but it doesn’t.

“The name seemed cool.” he answers, trying to move whatever sits in his plate with the fork and Adam laughs quietly, which makes it all worth it.

They start to eat, Adam with his back straight and elbows that never touch the tablecloth.

“How is Opal?” he asks, covering his mouth with one hand if Ronan knows he isn’t chewing a single thing.

“She’s good. I left her with Declan.” his smiles is razor sharp when he remembers the frightened look on his business brother’s face.

“You asshole.” Adam replies, but the word is affectionate and it makes Ronan’s smile go from razor sharp to I love you so much in a matter of seconds.

“Is the college cool, then?” he asks, looking at Adam and trying to use his fork in a productive way. He’s glad that whatever his food is, it at least tastes really fucking good.

Adam hums and nods, cleaning his mouth with the handkerchief but Ronan can’t help but notice the little spot of red at the corner of his lips no better than he can help his hand from moving, his thumb from removing the sauce and his own mouth from licking it off.

The hungry look in Adam’s eyes has nothing to do with the food and it takes Ronan’s breath away, it makes the fire burn even brighter.

“College is cool.” it’s his only answer, his eyes fixed on the lower part of Ronan’s face.

“You should come visit again,” he adds “you scared the shit out of my roommate.” and since Adam doesn’t seem very inconvenienced by it, Ronan smiles proudly.

They ask for the check and when the waiter arrives they split it, but Ronan adds a tip with I don’t know what the fuck I ate but man it was good written on a fifty dollar bill.

Once they are out of the restaurant Ronan sees Adam going right for his BMW, his hand on the handle of the passenger seat.

The keys in Ronan’s hand tremble.

They sit in the car and he retrieves two things from his backpack under Adam’s curious stare.

“This is a bracelet from Opal and this-” he takes the little notebook, hands it to Adam and doesn’t look at him, his eyes on the road.

“It’s a time schedule, it works however you want it to work and you can add everything you need to it, for classes and shit. It’s water repellent.”

Of all the ways Adam could say thank you, grabbing Ronan by the front of his shirt to kiss him is by far the best one.




They are in Ronan’s childhood bed and Adam is gently passing his fingers along the side of Ronan’s body, rib after rib after rib.

“What else did you dream?” he asks, his lips moving on Ronan’s temple.


This doesn’t have anything to do with art, animation, career, or anything, this is just a memory of my Great Grandpa I stumbled upon yesterday, and I only now realized how unusual it is. I’m curious if anyone out there has similar storytelling traditions in their own family.

A bunch of great grand kids would sit around my Great Grandpa, a few Grandparent and Parent generation around the outside, grinning at each other like they were all in on some inside joke. There were a few famous family narratives- the escaped convict, the cougar, the relative’s haunted farm house, the mad dog…. All of which were probably a combination of truths and improvisations building with each telling for the past 60+ years. One that just stood out to me as particularly bizarre was the downfall on the chivalrous gentleman-

Southern cultural lessons were packed into the explanations and backstory of these narratives, like a history lesson wrapped around a kernel of truth. Great Grandpa would start,

Back in the horse and wagon days, my Grandpappy, which is your great great GREAT Grandpappy,  and his friend Adam, grabbed themselves a couple dates and went to the old country dance.”

Then would usually come a bit of an aside about the setting, ALWAYS complete with an over explanation of the technology, because to Great Grandpa, and older people in general, the younger generations have less than zero concept of the world before their birth.

Back then, there was no phones, not television sets, no electricity at all, not even lights on the inside at night. They had to do everything by candles and oil lamps. Now, there wasn’t much to do back then, especially at night, so the country dance was about all they had going for them on a Friday night. But, they had these dances every once in awhile when the weather was warm, so they’d ask the girl from the next farm out to the dance. And they didn’t wash but about once a month back then, in a big washbasin the whole family used one after another. So they’d spend all day, get ALL dressed up, cleaned, get their finery on, and then they’d go. Well, Grandpappy’s friend, Adam, came up to my Grandpappy, soon as the dance began, and told him ‘I gotta go to the bathroom.’ And my Grandpappy, being a ROUGH and TUMBLE country boy, said,’ well, go ahead, right behind the barn there, and relieve yourself’. But Adam’s family owned the country store, and he was much more of a town boy than a country boy, and was raised to be more of a gentleman. Well, he said that it wouldn’t be right to relieve oneself, even out of sight, with all the ladies around, it would be impolite and would just be TOO EMBARRASSING if he were to get spotted, so Adam told Grandpappy he’d hold it.”

A dramatic pause, it added validity to us kids at the time, tension. Great Grandpa was probably just making up some new detail or something. 

Adam was doing alright at first, although my Grandpappy could see him squirming around all night,  dancing with his legs close together, sitting with his legs crossed like a girl, all to keep from peeing his pants. And he might have been alright, except…. The girls, the dates, you know, were having SUCH a good time, that they didn’t want to go home! They wanted to stay out late with the boys at the dance.”

Another little insert of southern cultural history worked in, and education about his perception of our past, our manners-

Now, to get home late in those days meant BIG trouble. Not like now, you might catch a REAL woopin’ from your daddy back then, even when you was almost grown. Or, you might never get to leave that farm again. So, if these girls were willing to stay out past curfew, just to spend more time with Grandpappy and Adam, then this was a rare opportunity. A gentleman like Adam was not one to turn down a couple ladies. So they stayed, and they danced some more, and then when it all wrapped up, they headed home under the stars. Adam and his date was in one buggy, my Grandpappy and his date was in another. Right as my Grandpappy and Adam was about to fork off to go their own separate ways for the night, he noticed Adam wasn’t looking too good and remembered he’d been holding it the whole time. My Grandpappy, having probably peed behind a bush 3-4 times throughout the course of the night, new Adam had to be in bad shape. Kids, buggies were slow! Real slow! It’s not like riding in a car, no! It’d take a couple hours to get the miles down the road to Adam’s house, and HERS, the dates, was past that in the opposite direction! So my Grandpappy said ‘Adam, stop that buggy once you get into those woods, and tell your date, that your Momma told you to pick her some berries on the way home. You get out of sight behind some brush, and you relieve yourself.’ Adam was looking pretty pale at this point, and he said he’d stop and pee only as a last resort, because there wasn’t much a chance of his date believing the story about the berries. But kids, stubborn as Adam was, there wasn’t a chance that he was stopping with that lady in tow. And Adam sure wasn’t gonna stop off home to use his outhouse neither. Well, Adam gets her home, kisses her hand goodnight, whips his buggy around and BOOKS IT home….  And they found Adam… next morning… on the side of the road… DEAD FROM A RUPTURED BLADDER!”

Shock, giggling, and ‘ew’s from all the kids.

“So kids, the moral of the story is, don’t stand on ceremony, if you gotta go, GO! Speaking of which, I’ll see you kids later!” And, just like that, he’d shoot up, chuckling, pretending to be rushing to the bathroom. Grandparents, Parents, and  the older, already indoctrinated kids exploding with laughter.

Looking back on this, all I can think is- Wait what? Was that a real story? Was that whole elaborate bit of performance art building up to the punchline of the fake pee break? It’s possible this instance of my Great Grandpa’s absurdist sense of humor was infectious enough to become a family tradition, even while being fully made up.

Or, was this  bladder story some version of a real event? It Is equally possible this strange tale of some long dead dude’s very personal injury has been morbidly enjoyed, for over a hundred years, by my family; that it all started with my apparently gossipy great great great Grandpa. There is also the possibility that some long buried family incontinence caused this lesson about peeing frequently to be passed down via folktale for generations. Whatever the case, this and the other stories in Great Grandpa’s catalog felt like an initiation: ‘Welcome to the family, you too will be laughing at confused children someday,’

First Valentine

pynch Valentine’s Day fluff

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Adam Parrish did not own a cell phone.

He knew that this made it hard for his friends to reach him sometimes, and he knew that it would be so much easier if he would just let Gansey buy one for him. If he could just get over himself.

Adam Parrish did not own a cell phone because he was poor, because he was too proud, because what you didn’t truly need seemed like a waste of money to him. Money. An over-exploited privilege. One he didn’t have.

Ronan Lynch did have a cell phone; he had everything. He just didn’t use it. He more than ignored it; he despised it.

Adam didn’t remember when or how, but it had become a routine of his and Ronan’s that Ronan drop by, uninvited but expected, at St. Agnes church most nights of the week. Never with Gansey or Noah or Blue. Always just Adam and Ronan.

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Supernatural: Adam/Reader

Can I request an Adam one where he and the reader’s hands gets stuck together due to a witch’s spell?

(Hope you like it!)

Author: Queen of Geeks

Flipping the pan, I kept my eyes on the pancake as it stayed in the air for a few seconds before catching it. Whenever there were free days, someone would make breakfast that included pancakes, bacon and eggs. And I was the one making breakfast.

There were footsteps and I glanced over my shoulder to see Adam walk in. Even though he had gotten dressed into jeans and a t-shirt that fit him nicely, it was obvious that he was tired. He gave me a weary smile.

“Morning.” He yawned.

“Morning Sleepyhead. I’ve got breakfast, take a seat.” I told him. He sat down and I passed him a plate with pancakes and bacon on it. Fixing him a cup of coffee, I heard him pick up a knife and fork to eat. Bringing my own plate and coffee, I sat down after passing him his.

“Do you want to watch movies later?” Adam asked me.

“Yeah, we could finally work on that list.” I smiled. Adam smiled back and there were butterflies in my stomach. “Maybe we can start after we’ve eaten?”

“You’re not going to make breakfast for Sam and Dean?”

“They can make their own breakfast.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“What about me? You made me breakfast. Or am I your favourite?” There was a smirk on his face and he leaned forwards on the table. I could feel my face growing hot. However, I smiled back and leaded closer.

“Maybe you are. Or maybe you’re not.” I shrugged my shoulders. Adam laughed and I couldn’t help but join in. there was something infectious about it. Adam stopped and I noticed that his blue eyes were on my lips before they flickered back to my eyes. I leaned closer and before anything could happen, we heard Dean’s voice.

“I smell bacon.” He announced walking in. I lowered my head as he went to the stove.

“(Y/N) only made breakfast for us.” Adam told him.

“Why him?” Dean questioned.

“Adam’s my favourite.” I told him. Dean raised his eyebrows at us but then smiled. Turning away, swear  I heard him mutter something along the lines of ‘lovebirds’.

After we finished breakfast, Adam and I made our way into the TV room. Putting a DVD in, I smiled and turned around to join Adam on the sofa. He already had a blanket our and I sat next to him. He moved his arm so that it was draped over the back of the sofa and I leaned against his chest. Glancing up, I saw that there was a smile on his face.

A few movies later, I stood up and stretched my arms. Once my joints popped, I fell back on the sofa where I was before.

“I’m actually getting bored.” Adam told me. I looked at him.

“What do you want to do?” I asked. Adam shrugged his shoulders. I turned so that I was facing him and held up my hands. “Come on, hold up your hands.”

“What’re we doing?” Adam asked with a smile on his face.

“Miss Mary Mack?” I suggested.

“Isn’t that for kids? But since I have nothing better to do.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack. All dressed in black, black, black,” The two of us said in unison.

“Have you been sleeping well?” I asked still carrying on with the hand movements.

“Yeah, kind of. I was fine last night.”

“Good. You know, you can let me know if anything’s wrong.” I told him with a small smile. Instead of high fiving me, he held my hand. The same first smile I was able to get him to make after he was pulled out of hell.

“Thank you.” He whispered interlacing his fingers with mine. He leaned forwards as if he was going…

“What’re you two doing” Sam asked walking in with Dean and Cas. We pulled away and tried letting go of each other’s hands. Except we couldn’t. We pulled our hands but it was as if they were stuck.

“Our hands are stuck.” Adam stated the obvious.

“Yeah, that was because of Cas.” Dean explained clapping the angel on the back.

“Why?” I demanded.

“You know why.” Cas shrugged his shoulders before leaving with the older Winchester brothers. In looked at Adam who swallowed.

“Well, this isn’t good.” I laughed nervously.

“Would this be a bad time to go to the bathroom?”

“Dude!” I complained. “Cas! Please take us apart!” I yelled. Adam pulled me to my feet as he stood up.

“We’ll find them.” He told me as we walked out. Both of our left hands were linked together and it was awkward for us to walk. We heard the door close and we stopped.

“They left.” I groaned. But at least they weren’t here to make fun of us.

“I am so sorry.” Adam told me when we were in the bathroom.

“I’ll turn around.” I told him. He nodded and I turned around. My face was red no doubt. When he was finished with his business, I realised I had to go too.

“Wait, I need to go too.” I told him.

“I’ll turn around.” Adam turned around and I quickly finished my business and as we finished up in the bathroom we stayed in silence.

“Okay, so we agree never to speak of this, right?” Adam asked.

“Oh yeah. Definitely.” I nodded quickly. “What do we do now?”

“Well, maybe we can try to make some food? We have to learn to work like this.” Adam told me. I smiled.

“We made a good team. We’ve got this covered.” I held up my other hand and Adam high fived it. Thankfully, our hands weren’t stuck together.

“We can make dinner?” I suggested. Adam raised his eyebrows at me.

“Yeah, sure. What should we make?”

“Uh…” I tried and looked up at Adam. “I have no idea. Mac and cheese?”

“Sure.” Adam smiled and we made our way into the kitchen. We managed to walk properly now.


By the time the others had arrived, we managed to make a pretty decent mac and cheese. It was difficult but we managed. There was always a good connection between us, even though we were attached, we were able to boil pasta and get cheese.

“So… How are you guys going to sleep tonight?” Dean asked when we were sitting at the table. I looked up from my bowl and at Adam. My left arm was over my lap and resting on the table with Adam’s. Adam had his fork to his mouth.

“We’ll sleep together, duh.” Adam told him. I couldn’t help but smile a little.

“Well, you guys did a great job. What else did you guys do?” Dean asked.

“We hung out. Made out.” I shrugged my shoulders and Adam laughed. Oh how that was true. Instead we struggled a lot.

“Looks like we should do this more often. I mean, that was the point of this. We were trying to get you guys together.” Sam told us.

“Cas, you take them apart now.” Dean announced. I let go of Adam’s hand and looked at him with a small smile. He smiled back and we finished dinner in silence.

I lay in my bed on my side and stared at the wall. It was late in night and the bunker was silent. The older Winchesters were trying to get us together. And it almost worked. If only I had told Adam.

There was a scream and I jumped out of bed. First instinct: run to Adam’s room. I sprinted out and made my way into his room. Adam was sitting up in his bed and his face was in his hands.

“Adam?” I whispered. He looked up at me. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“You want me to stay with you?” I asked, I couldn’t help but smile and walk over to his bed. I lay down next to him and wrapped my arm around his waist. Adam’s arms circled around my shoulders and I smiled.

“Adam, I need to tell you something.” I whispered.


“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed me on the lips and I kissed him back. “We need to prank them back, don’t we?”

“Of course. But that can wait.”

O King of Cats- Part Two

Title: O King of Cats

Pair: Kadam

Summary: Alternative S3. Kurt arrives at NYADA early for his audition and gets an impromptu tour. At the end, she takes him to a play, where Kurt is blown away by the blond playing Tybalt.

lovejoybliss always gives prompts that turn into multichapter fics.

Part One

Part Two

“Patti Lupone? Really?” Adam leaned forward, his fork forgotten in his hand. “In your vocal range… That must’ve been fantastic.”

“I sure didn’t look fantastic.”

Kurt let out a high, pearly laugh, and Adam almost died.

Adam had felt a little unsteady, a little blind-sided when he’d come out of the stage door to see Kurt’s bright, earnest face. He was a profusion of effulgent energy. And nerves, and vulnerability, and bewitchingly graceful features. Adam was bewitched. 

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Remember This Moment | Part 4

This is the final segment in this series. Start with Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3. You may want to re-read them first if they are not fresh in your mind (or at least part 3).

Word count: 4240. 

I hope you guys enjoy it. :)


Adam walked down the stairs and into the informal dining area. Dressed casually in a pair of black cargo pants and a gray t-shirt, he smelled of cinnamon mixed with freshly cut wood. He actually wasn’t wearing any cologne; it was simply a delightful mixture of the aroma put forth by his deodorant and aftershave.

“Hey you. I was just coming up to let you know dinner is ready,” Taylor said, greeting him with a kiss, as he walked into the room.

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