adams so sweet

anonymous asked:

for the minific ask thing, could you do ransom and holster and v? <3

V: An abandoned or empty place

thank u for the prompt sweet anon! <3 ima try not to cry writing this :”)

Justin is standing in the middle of the room, looking around and amazed at how large it feels. Without any furniture in it, the attic feels cavernous.

Their stuff has all been packed away in a U-Haul, and seeing it stuffed to the brim in the back of that truck felt surreal too. You’d almost never know the bunk that’s in pieces in that trailer used to take up almost the entire far wall, or that the desk which almost crushed Holster’s dad going down the stairs was once the smallest thing in this room.

Rearranging things is such a strange process - it challenges your perceptions and makes you adapt to a new perspective. At this point, Justin isn’t sure how he feels about that part.

Footsteps on the stairs warn him that someone’s coming, and his chest feels tight and warm all at once when Holster crosses the threshold.

“Hey bro, everyone’s ready,” he says, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. “You good to go?”

“Mm, yah,” Justin says, smiling as he glances back around the room. “Just needed another moment.”

He hears Holster move further into the room and feels him come to a stop beside him.

“Yeah,” he says. “I feel you, bro.”

They stand together in silence for a bit, just taking it all in.

This room has seen so much of them, has housed them and warmed them and supported them through some questionable times, some hard times, some fun times. This room, with its too low ceiling and stuffy heat and creaky floorboards - this room was the safest place Justin’s ever been.

“Remember when we first moved in?” Holster asks.

Justin laughs softly. “I remember fighting over the top bunk.”

“Yeah well, the bottom bunk ended up a better spot anyway didn’t it?”

“Easy access for hook ups, man.”

“Exactly.”

“I’m gonna miss this place,” Justin says, sighing heavily.

Holster sighs too. “Yeah bro. Me too.”

“Holtzy,” Justin says, turning toward him and grabbing his arm. He slides his hand down and takes Holster’s hand in his, squeezing slightly.

Holster’s looking at him with wide eyes. “What is it, Rans?”

“Holtzy, I just wanna say that I - that we - I’m not… Fuck. Look, it’s just… it’s like…” Justin casts his eyes away from Holster’s face, the other man growing more uncomfortable the more Justin trips over his words.

He glances around the room, trying to find the words for what’s balled up in his throat and welling in his eyes.

The single window has been cracked open and there’s a breeze coming through that doesn’t quite cool anything, in that familiar way only a Samwell Summer Breeze can’t. Justin’s surprised to find he’s gonna miss the feeling of that humid air on his face.

“It’s like this room, right?” he says finally, looking back to see Holster still staring at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly open.

“It’s like this room was just some empty place before we got here, right? And then we moved all our shit in and hung stuff on the walls and scraped the floor boards with the furniture and put a hole in the fuckin’ wall, right?”

“Hey, we patched that hole,” Holster says, lips quirking as he starts swinging their clasped hands. “We put putty in that hole, bro.”

“I know, bro, we totally did that. But like, it’s still so obvious bro, it’s not even the same color as the rest of the wall!”

Holster laughs and Justin feels something settle in his chest, the emotion no longer threatening to choke him.

“But my point is that it was our home, yeah? And now we’ve extracted every last piece of what made it ours and we’re leaving it this bare thing again for someone else to come in, right, but we’re still leaving these marks on the floor and these holes in the walls, and our souls in this air -”

“And the ghosts in the dark.”

“Don’t fuckin’ joke, Holtzy.”

Holster laughs and Justin has to try hard not to. He’s trying to make a point, dammit.

“My point, Adam, is that I don’t ever wanna - I’m never gonna - we’re always gonna be home for each other.”

Holster’s smile is gone now, and Justin can see his eyes starting to water and it’s far too late for Justin to pretend his haven’t been doing the same this entire time. He’s glad Holster is taking him seriously again though.

“I just want you to know, man, I don’t ever wanna leave you empty and bare except for the scars I leave in my wake, bro. I’m always gonna be here. It’s always gonna be you and me. Forever.”

“Ransom…” Holster’s voice is as soft as Justin’s ever heard it, and just as he sees a tear start to spill from his eyes he’s pulled into the other man’s body.

Justin wraps his arms around Holster’s waist, and Holster wraps his around Justin’s shoulders and they stand in the middle of the room embracing each other.

“I know, Justin,” Holster says, pressing his cheek into the side of Justin’s head and squeezing him tight. “I know, bro. You and me forever, ok, for always.”

And Justin knows that rearranging their lives is gonna be a lot more difficult than rearranging their belongings has been, but at the moment he’s got a heart full of love and arms full of Holster, so he’s gonna be ok. He’s sure of it.

2

What happened was they drove to Harry’s and parked the Camaro next to an Audi and a Lexus and Gansey ordered flavors of gelato until the table wouldn’t hold any more bowls and Ronan convinced the staff to turn the overhead speakers up and Blue laughed for the first time at something Gansey said and they were loud and triumphant and kings of Henrietta, because they’d found the ley line and because it was starting, it was starting.

trc christmas au

•the boys arrive at fox way around noon on Christmas Eve to help with set up because the fox way ladies offered to host and they love the fox way ladies

•blue has literally just woken up and she trudges down the stairs wearing nothing but an xl “Beatles” t-shirt and gansey goes beet red. she takes notice and walks right up to him to boop his nose and he just stares at her until his face melts into a soft smile and blue grins up at him and then turns to get breakfast for herself and the lot of them

•calla comes downstairs while they’re eating and takes gansey, ronan, and adam with her to go pick up the tree

•ronan totally stares judgementally at both blue and calla, raises an eyebrow and asks “…you haven’t gotten a tree yet?”

•blue totally dead pans back at him with “you haven’t gotten a better attitude yet?”

•he is so proud of her

•they pile in the fox way car, leaving blue and henry to set up the rest, and head to the lot and find the tree, a decent sized, super full tree…

•…and they find a kitten curled around the base

•ronan immediately picks it up and asks the people running the lot if they know if it belongs to anyone and they don’t so he decides to keep it

•he wants to name it “asswipe” but adam (tHanK gOd) talks him out of it and he settles with “jasper.” after that, he just gets in the car and ceases to help with the tree

•when they get back to fox way, blue and henry have dEckEd tHe fUCKinG hAlls: there are paper snowflakes everywhere, with banners and fairy lights running down halls, up stairs, and through bathrooms and bedrooms alike

•they set up the tree and deck that, too

•everyone gathers around the dinner table and everyone talks together and ronan smiles genuine, pure, happy smiles, and adam cries because this is the best Christmas he’s ever had and he is so thankful for this family that has taken him in and ronan pulls him close to kiss his cheek and puts jasper in his lap (tHIS BOY HAD BEEN FEEDING HIM UNDER THE TABLE DISCREETLY)

•blue and henry excuse themselves from the table slightly early and when everyone else is done, they enter the front room to find that the duo had set up a huge ass pillow fort covered with multiple white sheets above and pillows littering the floor below

•it’s late, so the boys stay over and they all marathon movies in the pillow fort, all cuddled together, adam’s head on ronan’s chest, ronan’s arm around adam’s shoulder, gansey’s legs tangled with ronan’s, blue’s head on gansey’s shoulder, both his hands in one of hers, henry’s head on her stomach, her free hand running through his hair and it’s a tangle of limbs and love and contentment

•they all sit and watch the movies and discreetly look with love at the rest, admiring this band of people they’ve chosen to spend part of their lives with, and they eventually fall asleep there, warm, together, and completely in love with each other

2

Nat: Speaking of your four-year-old – it’s almost her birthday, isn’t it?

Ellie: Almost. Two more weeks and my four-year-old will be a five-year-old! I can’t believe it.

Nat: Do you still need someone to do the cake? I mean, baking isn’t really my specialty, but I’m all right at it, and Jefferson’s pretty good at decorating–

The Glendower Gang playing Never Have I Ever and Noah continuing to do them all in by going

‘never have I ever had a crush on Gansey’

and Gansey keeps his eyes on Blue like is she gonna drink? is she gonna admit it? has she really?

and then being completely flummoxed when all three of them just knock back their drinks and cackle at his confused expression

Freedom

Request: yes 

Summary: After almost two years on the run, Sam and Dean slip up and their girl slips away. (Pt 2 to Stockholm) 

Warnings: canon typical violence, psychological issues, evil! Sam and Dean


Originally posted by out-in-the-open

687 days, three hours, and 45 minutes was exactly how long she had been with her boys. In that time, they became one collective unit moving and feeling as one. Her love for them was genuine and her loyalty was unmatched by any oath they could offer. She only knew the exact times because she had never been happier. Had been. 

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