he is the perfect black adam

On Silent

Based on this prompt by @mad-the-swine

“so I like to think that every Sunday when Ronan goes to church, he thinks about stopping by to see adam but never does because maybe sundays are the only days the garage is closed and he can get some sleep for once, and then one day as the organist is playing in mass he realizes that adam must be able to hear everything, there’s no way he could sleep through it. So one day he dreams some noiseless headphones and leaves them outside adam’s door, and well-rested adam starts smiling more after that”

Thank you so much for submitting i looveeed this idea, you’re so creative!!

This is 1,714 words, pre relationship

He was so close.

Just for fun, Ronan tried to calculate the distance in feet between him and Adam during mass. The distance in yards, inches, meters.

Shuffling brought him out of his daydreams. The service was over, people were getting up to leave. A certain distinct part of Ronan became thrilled.

Maybe he could do it today. Maybe he’d casually stop by Adam’s scrappy appartement on this bright Sunday, he was in the area anyway, right?

As Ronan walked out of the old church building, he looked up to where he knew Adam lived and sighed. He wouldn’t go to Adams, he never would on a Sunday morning- the only day Boyd’s was closed and Adam could even attempt to sleep in. Adam needed the rest.

With a deep breath and a considerable amount of restraint, Ronan walked by the door of Saint Agnes’, saying a simple prayer to whoever would listen on behalf of Adam’s well-being.

Thinking about seeing Adam tomorrow made Ronan excited about the start of the school week. The fact that someone could do that to him was more than uncomfortable but also more than thrilling. Just twelve hours more.

In deliberate nonchalance the next morning, Ronan flopped down into the chair beside Adam’s, hardly sparing a glance his was. Hardly holding himself back from looking more.

Adam’s eyes were sunken it and glazed, not in the classroom or aware. Disheveled hair and sustained blinks were all the clues Ronan needed.

“Sleep much Parrish?” He pried with carefully disguised concern.

“Hm?” Adam looked to Ronan for the first time that morning, revealing the full vacancy of his expression.

Ronan found himself struck with an unfounded feeling of anger. Of course a few hours extra of sleep wouldn’t really change much. He just wanted better for Adam. How dare sleep in Sundays not help this boy more?

Ronan had been staring and Adam hadn’t been awake enough to realize, when Gansey arrived in class wearing some horrible new boat shoes that disgustingly matched his Aglionby uniform.

Ronan cracked a joke that Adam didn’t catch and Gansey reprimanded Ronan for his lack of preparation for class. Ronan didn’t care. He had one reason for coming to school this morning, and that reason was currently a sleepy dead man walking.

A bell rung, class began and Ronan couldn’t stop think about Adam. Wondering about the dark rings under his eyes and how to change their existence. Why didn’t thoes few extra hours of sleep make any difference for Adam? Ronan avoided him after church just so he could catch up on sleep-


Church. Maybe that was it. Of course. It had to be. The church’s organ was scarcely well played, never well receive and always incredibly loud. And at seven thirty every Sunday morning, it began blaring some underrehearsed hymnal right below Adam’s room.

No wonder the extra hours asleep did nothing for Adam- he wasn’t getting them. Ronan couldn’t blame him; who could sleep through those atrocious sounds?

Fuck the organ. Fuck the organ player. But this was good. At least Ronan knew the problem, that meant he could dream away to stop it.

Ronan dreamed without sound.It was disorienting to be cut off from the senses within his own head.

He saw Adam. They were, both of them in the forest, but Adam was laying down on that shitty mistress from his apartment. He was tossing around, holding hands to his ears.

Ronan sat in the edge of the bed, next to the restless Dream Adam. Still, Ronan couldn’t hear a thing. Adam sat up and looked st Ronan- his eyes glassy with this dream world. Reaching his hands out, Dream Adam brushed his fingers by Ronan’s ears.

Shivering unwillingly, Ronan watched as Dream Adam pulled solidly black earbuds from Ronan’s ears. Sound came back at once.

“Oh,” Ronan mused, “I get it.”

Ronan took the headphones from Adam, savoring the way their fingers brushed in the exchange.

Following the thin headphone cord to his pocket, Ronan found them connected to a solid black cube, printed with simple white letters, reading:



It was Saturday night before Ronan finally found the guts to bring the noise eliminating gift to Adam. He had to bring them tonight so the church organ wouldn’t wake Adam in the morning.

He pulled up into the gravely parking area of St. Agnes’s, noted the absence of Adam’s shitbox and opted to wait in the hallway outside Adam’s door.

Ronan stretched his legs out strait in front of him, back against a wall of peeling paint. He put the dream buds into his ears and closed his eyes.

Almost, Ronan thought, he could dream like this. This particular brand of silence was like a blanket, protecting whoever experienced it from whatever pain and noise existed outside of it.

Ronan started when he felt a gentle kick to the side of his knee. Ripping the soundless ear buds from his ears, he looked up to see Adam Parrish, messing with the apartment key before unlocking his door.

“Sleep much, Lynch?” He smirked. Adam had the sleeves of his blue coveralls tied around his waist, white tee shirt hugging his chest in a way that forced blush to Ronan’s cheeks. He got up and followed Adam inside, deciding to have some fun.

“Listen to this new song I found Parrish?” Ronan said, meeting Adam at his desk where he already stood looking over the weekend’s homework.

“Ronan I swear, if you’re talking about the Murder Squash song-” Ronan cut Adam off by bringing the headphones to the boy’s ears.

Ronan held his hands over Adams ears, thumbs along his jaw bone. Ronan told himself this action was necessary in order to ensure Adam didn’t rip the buds away, but in actuality, Ronan wished he could hold Adam’s face like that all day.

“I don’t hear anything!” Adam said, a bit too loudly. Ronan hesitantly removed his hands from Adams face in order to dangle the connected ABSOLUTE SILENCE CUBE by Adams face.

Ronan smirked and Adam laughed. This reactions supercharged Ronan’s state of being. His stomach felt light and his eyes felt on fire.

Ronan reached to take the ear buds from Adam, wishing to make some snide comment he hadn’t thought of yet. Ronan was saved the trouble of figuring out some witty remark when Adam grabbed his hand.

It seemed like maybe he would swat it away, but Adam just kept his fingers on Ronan’s palm, thumb on the back of his hand

“I like you better on silent.” Adam joked, adjusting his voice to what he probably thought was a normal volume but just came out low and undeniably sexy. Adam still held Ronan’s hand in his own.

Touch was electric.

Breathing shallow and heart thoroughly wrecked, Ronan stumbled away from Adam in an awkward tornado of too long limbs. Adam caught Ronan by his left arm, took out the ear buds and laughed.

“So, standing? Were you skipping school the day that was covered?” Adam quipped.

“Fuck off Parrish.” Ronan snapped, but he made no move to leave Adam’s grasp. Standing was one thing, standing in the presence of Adam Parrish was another.

They both smirked. Adam headed to the shower leaving Ronan with the soundless headphones and the dimming light in the room.

If he stayed, Ronan knew what would happen. He’d try to kiss Adam, he knew he would. It was just one of those nights where Adam was extra irresistible. The firework touches didn’t help.

Ronan resolved to go home. He left the soundless earbuds on Adam’s pillow and quietly left.

Sunday was torcher. All through mass, Ronan could only hope Adam was getting the extra sleep he needed. What if he didn’t notice Rona had left the headphones, or just disregarded them all together? Adam was used to Ronan’s accidental dream creations, maybe he thought nothing of the ABSOLUTE SILENCE creation.

The urge to stop in at Adam’s was stronger than ever but Ronan tore himself away from the church apartment buildings and prayed for a well rested Adam.

When Ronan entered his first period class the next morning his eyes went strait to Adam as they always did. He looked slightly more at ease and aware of his surroundings. Adam jerked his head in greeting as Ronan walked in, even smiled at him for the seconds before obnoxious classmates began to fill the room.

This time, when Ronan commented on Gansey’s strange style choices, Adam laughed and ignited the electricity in Ronan from that weekend. He felt on top of the world, like he was finally doing something worth any amount of time put into it.

Adam seemed better during class, he smiled more, his notes were more organized. Ronan was sure he was imagining it but it seemed like Adam kept stealing glances his way. Even the possibility made Ronan soar.

After class, Adam held back until Ronan was ready to leave. They walked out of the room together into the already emptied out hallways. Adam stopped before heading out of the building to his next class.

“You’re gonna be late Parrish, the entire faculty with shit their pants if-”

Ronan couldn’t continue, not with Adam’s mouth pressed against his own, Adam’s fingers gripping his uniform tie.

Adam leaned against Ronan with his whole body and Ronan felt he would melt into the wood paneling behind him if he didn’t hold onto something. He gripped Adam around the waist and closed his eyes.

Ronan couldn’t be sure if this was real or not. He needed to remember it forever, he needed to understand what was happening in his brain.

“Adam,” was all he could manage to say.

Adam pressed one more kiss onto Ronan’s mouth.

“For the record,” Adam began simply, “I don’t like you better on silent.”

Ronan laughed even though he didn’t have the breath for it.

“Even when you’re being and asshole.”

Ronan smiled against Adam’s check and kissed him there without thinking before bringing their lips back together.

Really, if all Adam need was a few extra hours of sleep to be interested in this, in him of all people, Ronan figured silent headphones were a small price to pay.


Part 1: Imagine getting into an argument with Draco.

Standing in front of a mirror was a beautiful teenage girl, with her hair pinned on the side and her long platinum blonde tussles curled to perfection. Her make-up was light and natural, but it accentuated her skin tone. Her dress, reaching the floor, but lifted on the side to reveal black heels radiated with elegance in the perfect hue of emerald green.

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Madancy Ships

I’m going to start up a little For Me list so i can follow these ‘shipping Hugh and Mads characters’ things y’all do. Hugh First, Mads Second.

SadDogs-  (my personal favourite)

Will Graham (Hannibal) -  FBI special agent, antisocial, magical empathy powers, adopted 27 stray dogs. Had Encephilitus and is accused of being a serial killer. Defeats charges by dating/sweet-talking a serial killing cannibal in order to get proof.

Lucas (Jagten)- A very sad divorcee estranged dad kindergarten teacher, falsely accused by his small town of molestation. Ruins his life. It is proven that he is innocent of all charges but still his town hates him and kill his dog and attack him. Who would understand false accusations, quiet country living and flannel shirts like Lucas? No one. They are perfect for each other


Adam Raki (adam)– Aspergers new york guy, youngish, loves space, helpful

Nigel (charlie countryman)- Romanian druglord guy who falls in love intensely and instantly and refuses to let go. Violent, curses, usually is actively dealing with his wife divorcing him from the other end of the planet.

Basic Chickens-

Adam Towers (Basic instinct)- I think he’s in a threesome scene.

Elias (men & chickens)- He cries. His dick is large enough to kill a man.


? (Black Hawk Down) - No clue. War movie.

 ? (Death Stranding) -No clue. Future gooey-eyes army man.


Tristan (King Arthur) - No clue

Galahad (King Arthur)- No clue


Cal Roberts (the Path)- No clue. I think he MIGHT be a cult leader.

Kaecilius (Doctor Strange) - Magic reality-bending monk-guy who wants to be immortal. Kind of funny and very clever. Nice Hair. Can hop  dimensions

((some additions from @hotsauce418 ))

Valhalla Enchanted-

Prince Charmont (Ella Enchanted)- Friendly and practically a popstar, well meaning but kind of airheaded. Id have to rewatch to remember more, but this is my #1 favourite book and #1 least fav movie so.

One Eye (Valhalla Rising)- A viking with one eye, i assume

Royale instinct-

Adam Towers (Basic Instinct)-  think he’s in a threesome scene.

Le Chiffre (Casino Royale)- An accountant with asthma, his scarred eye randomly cries 1 dramatic blood-tear, and he loves card games. the concept of this nerd being scary is just baffling.


Roberto Bellini (Trial and Retribution)- No clue

Tonny (Pusher)- Drug Pusher guy with ugly tattoos


Will Graham (Hannibal)- FBI special agent, antisocial, magical empathy powers, adopted 27 stray dogs. Had Encephilitus and is accused of being a serial killer. Defeats charges by dating/sweet-talking Hannibal. Goes on a journey to europe to get revenge but is too in love to go through with it. Makes bad choices.

Nigel (charlie countryman)-  Romanian druglord guy who falls in love intensely and instantly and refuses to let go. Violent, curses, usually is actively dealing with his wife divorcing him. Has a shirt with a weiner dog on it?


Roberto Bellini (Trial and Retribution)- No clue

Allan Fischer (Resjeholdet)- No clue. Police Procedual?

(new additions from @strange-book-club )

Strange Book Club-

Grigg Haris (The Jane Austen Book Club)- .he bikes, he likes dogs, he reads jane austin and loves science fiction. he looks very soft in the trailer

Kaecilius (Doctor Strange) - Magic reality-bending monk-guy who wants to be immortal. Kind of funny and very clever. Nice Hair. Can hop  dimensions

Rochetagen -

D'artagen (Young Blades) - nnno idea. I assume he uses the sword  

Rochefort (The Three Musketeers) - One eye, violent, steampunk universe, very fancy and strong swordsman who knows he’s the villain and so is perfectly happy to cheat. A little bit of a manbaby that can’t shake off an insult without reacting, but pretty nonetheless

I know there are others, this is for me, i will update them when i come across more

Flashback (Adam Cole One shot)

Originally posted by adamcolesbaybay

This was originally going to wait until next month but plans changed as they always seem to. So here’s some Adam Cole fluffy smut for all of you. This is my first fic since I finished the Say You’ll Haunt Me series, no supernatural element to this and I’m honestly a little nervous to post it lol. It’s a little out of my wheelhouse. Enjoy!

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I tagged you if I thought you might be interested in this one or if you requested to be tagged in future fics <3

**BTW, if you’ve asked to be added to the forever tag list and I forgot you on this one, I apologize. I still need to put an official list together for future fics. Let me know if I forgot you or if you want to be added.

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I Don't Want To Live Forever - Part 2

When she was notified of someone being at the gates of her home, she was having a quiet evening just writing some music, having a cup of tea. She wasn’t expecting anyone, her plan was for the quiet to last the whole day but apparently the universe seemed to have a different idea for her because right when she saw who it was, she was a mess of nervousness.

She opened the door and there he was, standing a bit awkwardly at her footstep with a sheepish grin on his lips, hands on his pockets. Wearing a t-shirt that she suspected she had bought for him.

“Hi!” He cleared his throat. She smiled gently.

“I see you’re finally off the crutches now, huh?”

“Yeah, got rid of them yesterday.” He told her. “Would you mind if I come in?”

“Oh! Yeah, sure! Come in!” She stepped aside, chuckling lightly. Adam stepped inside and he noticed something different in the house, the pictures in which he was in had been replaced with her friends, he felt his chest tightening at the reminder that they had actually broken up, that they had moved on with their lives without each other. But he quickly snapped out of it, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

“How are you? Is everything alright?” She questioned as they moved to the living room.

As if remembering just then the reason for his visit, Adam’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I just wanted to see you. I’m sorry I didn’t call or anything.”

Biting her lip, she tried not to look at his eyes. I just wanted to see you seemed like such a strange thing coming from the man that had broken her heart, the man whose heart she broke just a few weeks ago with nothing but the truth and irony of life. “Oh, it’s okay. I wasn’t doing much so it’s fine.” She shrugged and he nodded his head. “So they gave you the all clear on everything? You’re okay now?”

“Yes, everything is great. They said I recovered fast. It’s just my memory that is a bit messy. They said I may be able to get it back but there’s no way to know for sure and it may never happen.” He explained.

“Oh well, it’s better than nothing. Thank god it wasn’t worse than this.” Worst scenarios crossed Taylor’s mind for a moment and she refused to think about it. The thought of what could’ve happened left her little breathless. Because she still cared about him, you don’t just go from loving a person for a year to hating them. She could never hate him and that’s what she hated about this. It was easy to ignore when they didn’t talk, when they didn’t cross paths and when they agreed to just be friendly when they needed too but this…actually having him here was making her rethink a lot.

“Taylor, I’ve been trying to remember everything that happened, you know? Going over pictures and articles and stuff people tell me. I’ve been trying so hard but I can’t understand what I did, what we did. It’s so confusing.” He sighed.

“Adam…I don’t think I understand either and I remember it.” She smiled softly, placing her hand over his for a second that was far too short in Adam’s mind. “It’s okay. It’s in the past.”

His lips stretched into a smile as he looked at her. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Her brows furrowed and she chuckled. “Sure.”

“I lied. I didn’t come here just to see you.” He told her. “I came here because I have a proposition to make.”

“And what’s that?”

“Ten days is what took me to convince you to date me. So I want to ask for ten days to let me convince you again.” His words were so certain, he seemed so sure of this. “If after those ten days, I’ve made no progress then I’ll give up on you. I guess what I’m saying is that I want us to start over. Everything.”

“Adam, you can’t just do this. This past year has been hell for me, for us. I can’t risk getting hurt.”

“I can assure you that I know what mistakes I made to lose you, Taylor and I know that I won’t make those same mistakes again. I can’t promise you it’ll work but if you give a chance to try, that’s all I’m asking. A chance. So please, let me try.” He begged, grabbing her hand. It was hard to say no to a face like that. But what he was saying was substantially insane and she should totally be against doing it but there was something about having someone handing out what you wanted for months right in front of you.

She didn’t speak for few seconds, turning to look at him. “Ten days. You have ten days.”

“Thank you.” He laughed, hugging her. She was surprised at the contact but soon relaxed under his touch, her arms wrapping around him before she pulled away not wanting to get caught up.

“So this starting over thing, how does it work?” She smiled.

“Well, Taylor Swift, would you go on a date with me?”

“Why are you freaking out over this?” Gigi laughed, laying sideways on Taylor’s bed as she came in and out of the closet pulling different outfits. “It’s not like you don’t know him. It’s not that hard, Taylor.”

Taylor groaned. “I know! But still, I’m just nervous about it all.” She came out of the closet wearing a black dress. “What do you think?”

“It’s perfect!” Gigi grinned at her.

She frowned, looking down at herself.

“What is it?” Gigi asked.

“This was one of his favorite dresses that I wore.” She mumbled, running her hands over the fabric.

“Babe, it’s okay.” Gigi stood up to hug her. “You’re gonna be fine. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself. It’s Adam. He did screw up big time but he’s a good guy and you know him in and out.”

Sighing, she grabbed her phone, checking if anyone had texted her, if Adam had texted her. Thankfully he hadn’t said anything which meant she still had time until he came to pick her up.

“Do you think I should’ve given him the chance? What if he remembers everything suddenly and then he hates me?”

“You’re overthinking it, Tay, honestly. This is good, I mean, you can just end up as friends but maybe it can work out this time. I know you still have feelings for him and I wanted to cut his balls off for a second there but you should give this a shot.”

Taking a sharp breath, she smiled softly. “Okay. It’s gonna be fine.”

Gigi smiled at her encouragingly and Taylor’s phone started ringing. Her eyes widened.

“Oh god.” She groaned and swiped it right, answering Adam’s call. “Hello?”

“Hey, Just letting you know I’ll be there in like ten minutes.” His voice came from the other side of the line.

“Okay, yeah, great!” She smiled nervously. “I’ll see you in a bit then.”

“Can’t wait.” He said before hanging up the phone.

“Isn’t this crazy? It’s crazy isn’t it? I made a mistake.” She muttered, running a hand through her hair.

“Okay, stop!” Gigi held her shoulders, looking into her eyes. “You need to breath, Taylor. You gave him a chance to get you back, which is super brace and I think that maybe if it doesn’t work out, you can get some closure on the Adam thing, which you and I both know you don’t have right now with everything that happened, okay?”

Taylor nodded and then smirked softly, looking at Gigi. “When did you get so wise?” Gigi laughed, shaking her head. “I need to get ready!”

Adam was driving the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he tried to calm himself down. He wasn’t even sure why he was so nervous, it suddenly felt like this was his first date ever with a girl. Perhaps it was the fact that this was Taylor or just the fact that he lost his memory and now the girl he loved, who he wanted a future with, had left him. Too many things had happened for his liking. How he managed to screw up so badly was beyond him, he kept wondering how on earth did he not fight for her to stay. He knew she had made mistakes but from he’d been told he was the biggest reason for their break up and he wanted to make sure that he would never make the same mistake twice.

He was driving through the familiar street that led to her house, telling himself it was going to be fine. That he could actually convince her to take him back.

Thinking back to the moment she told him what happened, he never knew losing her could hurt that much. He felt suffocated, his lungs collapsing as his heart broke into tiny pieces. It didn’t make sense. Everything people told him about, the articles he read about what he said, it just didn’t make sense. How he had hurt her, pushed her away like that. How it all went down, from the break up to Taylor and Tom, it was very confusing and the only thing he knew was that he needed to get her back.

‘I’m outside.’ The text message read as Taylor checked her phone. Taking a deep breath, she made her way out of the door quickly. Excited yet nervous about that night. She hoped she wasn’t making a mistake by doing this. This was Adam, the guy she was still sort of, very much in love with who didn’t remember anything about their break up, who was a completely different person than the guy she left, in a good way.

His car was parked in her driveway and she saw him wave before he exited the car, heading towards her with a grin on his face.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” He complimented her with a huge smile on his face. She giggled, walking towards him. He planted a kiss on her cheek. “Shall we get this whole date thing started?”

“Let’s do it.”

Rough Night - Fred Weasley Imagine


can you pls do a Fred imagine and its the yule ball and y/n really likes him but he asks someone else so she just goes with a durmstrang boy but he turns out to be a @$$ and when the night finishes she ends up crying in the hallways and Fred finds her and just loads of fluff pls?

•Warning: Mean Durmstrang!•

~(Y/n)’s POV~

The announcement about the Yule ball spread quickly throughout the school. Girls all around were very ecstatic, hoping and crossing fingers that a boy from hogwarts might ask them to the magical event but it would be definitely a huge bonus if a boy from Durmstrang asked them. The Yule Ball was being held at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry due to the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The Yule Ball and The Tournament are both a very rare occasion to be held anywhere. On the first day back to Hogwarts or for first year’s their first day, Professor Dumbledore announced that two other magical institutions just like ours will be staying here at Hogwarts with us. These two schools that we will be competing with are called The Durmstrang Institute and The Beauxbatons Academy Of Magic. Once the other two schools arrived everyone was in awe by Beauxbatons beauty and grace, and by Durmstrangs hotness… I mean bravery. Okay, no more talking about school rivalries, let’s talk about me. My heart raced like I just ran a mile a minute ago, the news of the Yule Ball brought a smile to my face.

I didn’t think about any other date options I had, only one face popped up in my mind and that’s the person I want to go with. His name is Fred Weasley, my best friend, he’s known for his famous pranks with his twin brother, George. Fred’s a flirt, a good guy, a prankster, and so much more, I never thought I can be attracted to a guy so much. Fred’s been there for me all the time, when I was sad he wouldn’t give up on me until I at least smiled at one of his horrible jokes. When I’m extremely tired and was to lazy to walk upstairs, Fred would walk into the common room and find me sprawled out on the couch asleep, He would pick me up and bring me to his bed and we would just sleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Fred is something special to me and I want to go to the ball with him. Then when a few rumors were spread around and found its way to me, I felt as if I were punched in the stomach a million times, brutally. Fred… Fred asked someone else to the ball, he asked Katie Bell. At first I couldn’t believe it but when I entered the Great Hall and saw him smiling to her and them talking a lot, it killed me inside, all those nights of late trips to the kitchens, all those pranks together, all those times we were wrapped in each other’s arms, meant nothing to him.

I ran out of the Great Hall, tears threatening to spill. I sucked in a harsh breath and rubbed my eyes of the few tears that already fell out. “I don’t need him, like he was gonna like me back anyway, I’m such an idiot” I told myself feeling dumb just to think that he would ever like me back the way I liked him. After a few minutes I found myself in front of the library, I always like to go to the library when I need to take my mind off of things. I opened the door quietly, and of course found it empty, everyone was still at Breakfast. Madam Prince greeted me with a warm smile and a wave in which I returned happily, I needed that. I went to my usually spot right in the middle of the library and took a seat in one of the wooden chairs. I opened a book that was left on the table it was titled “Hogwarts: A History” I only read a few pages before a voice caught my attention. “Um… Excuse me” A gently but manly voice said, I looked up and saw a Durmstrang boy standing in front of me. By the look on his face he was nervous, really nervous, he held a red rose in one of his hands. His short black hair and his dark brown eyes gleamed in the sun peering through the window, his face looked chiseled, he was pale, and pretty cute “Um. Hi” I said awkwardly “H-Hi” he stuttered out, I smiled at his flustered estate “Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/n)” I said gently holding my hand out. He grabbed it and shook it quickly “M-my names (Y/n)… I-I mean it’s Adam, I’m sorry” he gushed “No, it’s okay” I reassured him.

He smiled at me brightly “Um. Here. I got you this” he said in a normal tone handing me the Rose “Oh, thank you” I said softly taking the flower into my hand. “Actually, I was here to ask you if maybe you would like to - like to go to the Yule Ball with me?” He asked the nervous tone back in his voice. I thought for a second, ‘I wanted Fred to take me. Wait, No! (Y/n) he ditched you for another girl!’ I said angrily in my mind. “I would love to go with you Adam” I smiled, he smiled back before giving me a tight hug and leaving the library. This might even be better than Fred.

~A Few Days Later~

The Yule Ball is tonight! I’ve never felt more excited in my entire life, except for the time when I found out that I’m a witch but still I’m super excited. Adam has been super sweet to me, he always says hi and smiles at me whenever he sees me. I’m currently standing in front of my body mirror, making sure that everything is perfect. My dress barely touches the ground showing a little glimpse of my gold heels, the top of the dress is strapless with a white lace top, the rest of it is just gold silk flowing near my legs. My hair has huge curls in it, the top half being held back by gold flowers, my make up was simple, I put on black eyeliner, mascara, and a nude gloss on my lips. I heard a knock on the door, I quickly ran to the door and swung it open “Oh my god! (Y/n) you look Beautiful!” My friend exclaimed “Thank you! You look amazing as always” I smiled hugging her “stop being a lair! Anyway Adams outside the portrait waiting for you” she laughed pulling back from the hug.

I slowly made my way downstairs, holding my dress up so it doesn’t get dirty. I heard a gasp and looked up to see Fred looking as if he were stunned his mouth open wide. “(Y/n) you - you look amazing” he exclaimed “Oh, thank you Fred, you don’t look to bad yourself” I said calmly stopping at the end of the staircase. He chuckled coming closer to me, his eyes left mines drifting to my nose then my lips then back to my eyes. My eyes widened as I just realized that our lips were merely inches away, I took a step back “well, I must get going. See you later Fred” I said quickly rushing to the portrait. I sighed heavily as I passed the portrait, my heart beating rapidly “Wow” I heard a voice say. I looked up to see Adam standing there a grin on his face “You look gorgeous” he added. “Thank you, you look handsome as well” I smiled, he held his arm out in which I looped with my arm fairly quickly. We set off towards the Great Hall, the faint music becoming louder with each step we take. Once we entered the hall, we were thrown into the huge crowd that was dancing, the music was upbeat just like the people surrounding us.

We danced only two songs before we went to go get a drink, we were a little exhausted due to the dancing and all the warm bodies around us. I sat down in one of the empty chairs looking at the dancing crowd, “Do you want some punch?” Adam asked “Yes please” I said softly looking up at him, he gave me a smirk before leaving towards the punch bowl. It was only a few seconds before he came back with two cups in his hands, he handed me one and I thanked him. After he finished his cup in one gulp, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders tightly. He leaned his face forward and I pulled back abruptly falling out of his grip. He grabbed my wrist and wrenched me forward “What’s your problem?” He said through gritted teeth “let go of me!” I exclaimed his grip hurting me due to his tight clutch which is surely going to leave me a bruise. “No, your mine! I brought you here!” He said angrily. 'Are you serious?!’ I screamed in my mind, just because he brought me here doesn’t mean I’m his or that he can control me. “I’m not yours! Let go of me!” I said pulling my hand away from him, I jumped out of my seat and ran out of the Great Hall. Once I was out, I knew that I was safe, I knew that he wasn’t chasing me. I sighed deeply before leaning with my back against the wall, I slowly slid to the floor. A sob escaped from my mouth, I placed both hands over my mouth trying to quiet myself. I was wrong. Wrong about everything. I thought this guy was gonna be better for me, I thought he was gonna be as nice as I met him, but no! He’s a mean asshole, who thinks he can control me just because I said yes to his proposal!

I pushed my hands against my mouth even tighter but it still didn’t work. My sobs kept falling out of my mouth, I was having a hard time breathing. I took a shaky breath in and exhaled deeply with a cry. The pain in my wrist still throbbing, I looked at it to see it extremely red as a tomato. I covered my face with both hands, letting tears fall rapidly down my cheeks. “(Y/n)?” I heard a voice ask, I looked up to see Fred crouching down in front of me, I quickly looked away not wanting to look at him at the moment. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked grabbing my chin and gently making me face him “nothing. Don’t you have to be in there? With your partner?” I asked him “Katie and I are better off being friends” he replied “but I’m serious now, what’s wrong?” He added “it’s nothing” I whispered “don’t tell me it’s nothing” he said sternly “Its just some asshole” I said quietly wiping my eyes from the few tears that were left “The guy that you were dancing with?” He asked, I nodded my head slowly rubbing my arms that now have goosebumps due to the cold pavement against my back. “Come on. Let’s go” he said standing up, holding a hand out for me to grab. I took it and stood up “where?” I asked confused “To the dance floor” he smiled his hand softly clutching mines. “Fred, I don’t know how to dance” I whispered, when I was with Adam all I did was sway my hips and move my feet a little and that’s about it. “It’s okay, I don’t know how to dance either” he smirked, I rolled my eyes smiling to myself. We entered the Great Hall and made our way to the dance floor were there was still loads of people. A slow song was playing “May I have this dance?” He asked bowing lowly “why, of course” I said in a royal accent. “Fred! I have no idea what I’m doing! Oh, sorry!” I apologized as I stepped on his foot, but he didn’t seem mad or hurt. He just kept smiling, after a few more steps on Fred’s foot the song ended. I didn’t realize that my head was on his chest with my arms around his neck as his arms were firmly wrapped around my waist. All was fine until I felt a lurch in my stomach due to the sight of an angry Adam walking quickly towards me and Fred.

I pulled back from Fred and was about to say lets go but I was too late. “What do you think your doing with my girl?” Adam said angrily, Adam and Fred were basically the same height so they were both face to face. “Adam. Leave us alone” I said my voice barely above a whisper “you be quiet!” He said madly “Hey! Don’t you talk to her like that!” Fred said his fists clenched tightly, he went in front of me. “I can talk to her like that if I want too! She’s mine! Not yours!” Adam said coldly “She doesn’t want you, so get away from her!” Fred exclaimed, Everyone in the Great Hall were staring now, the music stopped. Adam lost his temper and swung his fist at Fred’s face, which Fred ducked just in time and hit him harshly on the nose. Adam stepped back a few steps holding his nose that was now bleeding, he then ran forward and punched Fred in the stomach so hard he gasped. Fred growled, then tackled Adam punching him a few times before stopping indicating that he knocked out. Madam Pomfrey took Adam to the hospital wing after she was done healing Fred’s bruised hands. Some people left back to the dormitories tired and a lot of people stayed to either dance or drink, me and Fred were one of those people. After an agreement that we both had a rough night, we drank and drank and drank, till there was 3 empty fire-whisky bottles on the table in front of us. We sat wrapped in each other’s arms, then unexpectedly Fred leaned in and kissed me. This was something I never felt before, there were sparks, the way our lips molded together or the way our lips moved against each other was amazing. I pulled back smiling to myself, taking a deep inhale of air. Fred was also wearing a smile, he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap “Your beautiful, you know that?” He whispered “You’re drunk” I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck “Yes, I’m drunk. And your beautiful. And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful” he whispered in my ear placing a kiss on my forehead then my nose then on my lips ever so softly. “I love you so much” he smiled “I love you way more ginger” I laughed pecking his lips.


anonymous asked:

why do they only blame john????? like they could have make excuses to make mark look bad too like saying "mark described adam as a rude person!" but they are only mean to john. they would say"but mark is perfect sunshine!" YES HE IS. I LOVE MARK SO MUCH. AND JOHN IS PERFECT SUNSHINE TOO. just say i don't like john lol

Because Mark is white lol. Honestly they should just say “i hate black people” and go. Cuz if John was White they would never hate him for hugging Adam (i cant believe im typing these words honestly), on the contrary they would be cooing about how adorable it is, and ship them together and write fanfictions about it cause you know, thats fandom default reaction to 2 white dudes interacting.


Michael on iHeartRadios snapchat 11/20/16 

Facts That Were Listed:

1. Adam Day, 5SOS’ music teacher, previously revealed that Michael Clifford showed so much ambition from his early start. “Michael always said to me. ‘I’m going to be a superstar one day,’” he told Rolling Stone mag. 

2. One of his favourite bars is The Nice Guy in Los Angeles

3. A few of Michael’s celeb friends are Nick Jonas and Jessica Origliasso of The Veronicas.

4. Unlike bandmate Ashton Irwin, Michael Clifford likes to write darker songs like “Jet Black Heart.” 

5. In fact, Ash said that Michael hated the hook in their first big single, “She Looks So Perfect.”

6. For his 20th birthday party, he borrowed a house in Beverly Hills and was kicked out of the crib in the early morning hours. Will he be able to top that this year?

7. Michael has a dog named Federer, but he only sees him a few times a year when he goes back to his parents’ home in Australia. 

8. Michael suffers from a mild depression, but is all about focusing on things that make him happy. 

9. With that said, he feels a bit like an advocate for mental health. 

10. Despite meeting his bandmates at a Christian private school in Sydney, he doesn't attend church anymore. 

11. Michael used to listen to Prince as a child, thanks to his dad. 

12. He once got into a fight with James Corden during the filming of the host’s late night show. Apparently, the band kept stepping on the comedian’s lines, which caused the host to lash out on the guitarist. 

13. According to Michael, his grandma sends him the worst Christmas presents every year. “My grandma buys a lot of gifts, but gets me the same shampoo every year. I don't like it. Enough with the Black Suede. I'm done with it,” he joked. 

14. He's actually lost some hearing in his right ear because of screaming fans. 

15. Michael first started playing guitar because he was absolutely obsessed with “Guitar Hero”. 

16. He has reportedly said that he’s open to dating fans. 

17. Michael’s a big fan of patterned underwear. We imagine he looks perfect standing there… 

18. He’s eagerly looking forward to the release of “Final Fantasy XV”. Clearly, Michael’s a huge fan of the video game series-he even has a ‘Final Fantasy” tattoo. 

19. Even with over 7.4 million followers on Twitter, Michael admitted that he isn’t the best at using the social platform. 

20. Just like the rest of us, he lives for the Netflix’s “Stranger Things”. 

21. Over the summer, as part of their Sounds Live Feels Live world tour, Michael and the rest of 5SOS sold out Madison Square Garden in New York City. 

What Has Been Learned/Confirmed From This Years RT Extra Life Stream:

~Miles Luna may have some very dark thoughts and is in need of a therapist.
~Gus Sorola gets very touchy feely when he is drunk (basically the opposite of regular Gus).
~Jack Pattillo has a chin.
~Ryan Haywood’s black tennis shoes were truly demonic (they had to put out the fire with salt)
~Jeremy Dooley gives very nice kisses.
~Matt Bragg has a smooth head.
~Miles Luna strives for perfect entrances.
~Gus Sorola knows various Japanese phrases.
~Adam Kovic can fit approximately 3 donuts in his mouth.
~Jon Risinger once wanted frosted tips (but no longer does).
~Mica Burton can braid hair like an elven princess.
~Michael Jones can still somehow make jokes right after being tased twice.
~Larry’s name is Larry.
~Gavin Free can keep down his milk longer than Michael Jones.
~Amiibos die in horrible ways.
~Ryan Haywood can lift Meg “Dirty Dancing” style.
~Jeremy Dooley still had his “Bag Of Emotions”.
~Millie Ramsey can punch hard.
~Gavin Free enjoyed slapping Jack pattillo for revenge.

Say You’ll Haunt Me Pt. 5 (A Kenny Omega Story)

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Originally posted by colesteencole

Part 5! Just like the last two parts…this one got way longer than I intended but there was a lot to cover. Thank you to the awesome @daintymissdevitt for brainstorming with me and talking about this in crazy detail lol.

Warnings: None that I can think of. There’s not any smut in this but I’m making up for that in part 6, I promise.

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anonymous asked:

Can Captain Marvel (Shazam) and the marvel family really coexist in the same universe as Superman?

Being in the same universe as Superman isn’t the problem, though I’d be happy to see Earth 5 stick around; it’s that Superman’s present at all. Don’t get me wrong, Captain Marvel’s great and one of the most criminally mishandled characters out there (especially his revamp as “Shazam”, one of the few New 52 changes genuinely as bad as everyone says it is), but the Superman comparison is inescapable. He was created as Superman But For Fawcett Instead Of National, and while that makes him the most successful superhero pastiche of all time (unless you count Batman), he’ll never not be a Superman offshoot. I’m pretty sure it’s been written at least once in the comics that Marvel looks the way he does because Billy Batson dreamed of growing up to be like Superman. The differentiation is that even more than Superman, Captain Marvel is a kid’s character.

I don’t mean to suggest he’s exclusively for kids, or that Superman isn’t for them, but the nature of their fantasies come at the same idea from two very different angles. Superman’s fundamentally a pretty grown-up look at the fantasy: he has a desk job and a boss and wrangles with ethical issues and misses his parents and has weird hobbies in his arctic closet and tries to do the right thing in an increasingly complicated world. He does all this in a way that’s typically very palatable to all ages, but the core is of being a responsible, decent grown-up. Billy Batson on the other hand hangs out with his talking tiger friend and fights a funny worm and doesn’t have to be super all the time, and has a wise ghost mentor and the wisdom of Solomon backing him up on the tough decisions. It’s about the ideal of being a kid and growing up right (in fact, Captain Marvel is what allows him to be a kid, since before he’d been living day-to-day with responsibilities he never should have had to contend with; fighting Doctor Sivana is easy by comparison), with love and support and an incredible ideal to live up to who he gets to embody. That’s what makes Black Adam a perfect villain for him: he’s the horror story of what happens to you when you get older, grown cold and pragmatic and violent and past doing the right thing.

That’s how to make him different from Superman. Yes, they’re the same type of character, but Captain Marvel doesn’t come with the same kind of baggage or stakes. He can get a little wilder with a little less consequence and a little more innocence, because he lives in a different kind of world from Superman even if they’re technically sharing a universe, same as Batman does. He’s a purer embodiment of the Superman archetype than Superman himself even really can be on any kind of ongoing basis: Superman has to live with being Superman and all that comes with. Billy Batson gets to play being Superman so he can learn to be a good person, and actually save the world doing it.

The Scene: Adam Driver imagine

Acting wasn’t what I ever thought I was going to do. Before this, my life was about college and engineering.  But somehow my life got turned upside down when a cast director met me at a coffee shop.

I never wanted to be in films or to be famous. But it happened. I had loans to pay off and the director gave me a pretty large check.

And after a few movies my name was big in the world of fame. That’s how I landed a acting role in one of the new Star Wars films.

I didn’t have a main role but it wasn’t some background character. I had a few scenes which I was more than half about.

I sat on the high studio chair as the makeup artist fixed everything. It was pretty early and we were shooting a few scenes today. And one of those scenes I had a big role in.

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Domhnall Gleeson is a gift. A ginger-haired, green-eyed gift.

It has been a long time since I swooned over someone to the point of stalking on the net every day (interviews, articles, more swooning) and watching (and rewatching) movies he’s starred in. (The last one was probably the Cumberbatch, some three Christmases ago. ‘Tis the season to be swoon-y.)

He’s not even conventionally handsome. I see him and I think of a Weasley right away (he played Bill, duh). Offscreen he often sports a long, unkempt head of hair and a grizzly, muzzled face of hair. He’s gangly, geeky and goofy.

He was under the radar in the movies I’ve seen before this unjust fixation, as I’ve somehow favored another person to bestow attention to – Andrew Garfield in Never Let Me Go, Matthew Macfadyen in Anna Karenina, Oscar Isaac in Ex Machina. It was Oscar that I was most keen on seeing in Star Wars: The Force Awakens, but it was Domhnall who blew me away (and um, BB-8?!) I did not anticipate getting seduced by the Dark Side! *titters* His General Hux basically stole the show from Kylo Ren (I honestly zoned out on parts of that climactic *bridge* scene!) Maybe it was because he was rocking a sexy evil black wardrobe, or his fanatical, maniacal speech to the Stormtroopers in a “sideburn-twirling” accent (or maybe because he looked cleaner. Hahaha!) Whatever it was, he left a huge impression - I left the theater thinking to myself I’ve seen this guy before, and many times already! So, here we are.

I have hauled in a handful of Domhnall’s movies as my home for the holidays treat (About Time, Brooklyn, Unbroken, Black Mirror’s Be Right Back). I am watching them one by one. I cannot wait to see The Revenant next year, I bet it’s going to be rough and beautiful.

He’s got one hell of a year and I am certain he will have an even brighter career because of the tremendous work he has done and the exciting buzz he has received thus far. I like that he remains modest and charmingly self deprecating about fame, and reveres his rather accomplished dad. And if you ever do become interested in the man behind the movies, check out his interviews! He gives the most delightful ones… smart and wacky, the ‘snot shooting off your nose’-inducing funny types when he’s in the weather for it. He’s effortlessly effusive with his answers too (I think I’ve heard so much of his speaking voice that he can be the narrator of my thoughts.) He is also an aspiring writer and director and erstwhile musician (when he’s not acting). Oh, can you be any more perfect?

Cheat: Adam Driver imagine

Adam didn’t know how it happened but it did and now he couldn’t go back. He fell for her and hard.

(Y/n) was everything to him now and it are away at him everyday. He was a married man, he shouldn’t have even been interested in her. But he couldn’t help himself when he saw her.

It was just another normal day of filming. Adam just got to set when (y/n) stumbled in. She had probably 10 cups of coffee in two holders as she slowly ran in with heels on. Adam was taken back by her beautiful charm. He never seen someone so captivating as her. The way hair fell around her perfect heart shaped face. Her hypnotizing eyes that were framed  either dark lashes. And her black fitted dress showed off all her curves.

“This is for Abrams, here you go Kathleen and this one’s for Bryan…”  her sweet voice called as she handed out the coffee.

“Crap.” She cursed as a few folders fell from her arms. Adam quickly bent down picking them up.

“Thank you.” (Y/n) said looking up at the tall man in front of her.

“Your Abrams new assistant?” Adam asked knowing he never seen her around set.

“Is it that noticeable that I’m new?” She asked smiling. A smile that sent all kinds of feeling a through Adam.

“Not at all. I’m Adam.” He said offering her his hand.

“(Y/n).” She said as she shook his large hand.

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Adam has just finished finals, turned in his term papers, and worked his last shift at his part-time college job. He’s out for a night on the town with his roommates when he sees a flyer for a show. Not just any show—The Glitch Mob, one of Ronan’s favorite groups. Adam studies the flyer and discovers that they’ll be in town tomorrow night.

Ignoring his friends, Adam checks online to see if there are still tickets available and…yes! He immediately purchases two tickets, his heart pounding because this is something he never would have done in the past. Recklessly spending over $50 for tickets to a show, sacrificing his money and more importantly, his time, for something that’s purely recreational. For a moment he feels adrift in the feeling of having free time: no dead kings, no repairing ley lines, no scyring and dreaming, no school, no work…

Adam snaps out of it when his friends call him over to their table. He sends Ronan a quick text, “Be here. Tomorrow. I have a surprise.” He’s grinning like an idiot and all his friends are dying to know what put such a big smile on his face but he’s not sharing.

Meanwhile, at the Barns, Ronan is reading Adam’s text and his curiosity is working on overdrive. A surprise. Ronan honestly has no idea what to expect. Adam summoning him to visit is almost unheard of and Ronan’s got a lot of work to do before he leaves. He starts tending to the animals, making sure that they’ll have enough feed and water while he’s gone. He doesn’t like to leave his creatures in the barn all day but he knows they’ll be fine. A quick text to Declan to see if he will look after Opal and then it’s just the waiting.

The next day passes like a dream, propelling Ronan through each action and moving him closer to Adam and his surprise. Adam meets him in the parking lot behind his dorm building. They hug and Ronan buries his face in Adam’s neck, savoring the feel of Adam in his arms, breathing in his scent. Adam grips him tightly and says quietly, with laughter in his voice, “I missed you, too.”  Ronan mutters something that Adam can’t quite hear and then Ronan is kissing him, his hands on Adam’s back. Adam presses Ronan against the BMW, hands fisted in his black muscle tee and kisses back with just as much enthusiasm.

Eventually Ronan comes up for air. “Is this the surprise?” he asks, his voice low and hoarse. Adam grins and just says, “Nope” and holds out his hand for the car keys. Ronan arches one perfect eyebrow and drops the keys into Adam’s palm. Adam Parrish taking charge and driving his car is a major turn on.

They grab dinner at one of Adam’s favorite restaurants. It’s a bit of a dive bar but the food is surprisingly good and locally sourced, which Adam knows Ronan will appreciate. It’s also conveniently located near the venue. Adam makes sure to keep Ronan focused on him (not that hard, really) so he doesn’t notice any flyers for the show.

The evening is drawing to a close and Ronan’s still wondering what the surprise is. Whatever it is, Parrish is obviously excited about, his eyes are shining and he keeps grinning like he knows the world’s best secret. They while away the time drinking and talking. Adam’s telling Ronan all about finals and their plans for the summer. They talk about Blue and Gansey and Cheng’s epic road trip and pending return to Henrietta. It’s nice. A real date. There was never time for dates in the past: too many life and death scenarios and epic shit going down.

Adam’s phone beeps with a notification reminding him that the show will be starting soon. Oh so casually Adam pays for their dinner and drinks and Ronan lets him. They walk out of the bar hand in hand. Adam pulls Ronan along, both of them a little buzzed and totally happy. They’re almost to the venue when Adam stops and turns to face Ronan. “Do you trust me?” he asks. It’s a stupid question but Ronan can see the teasing glint in Adam’s eyes so he just rolls with it. “Yes, Parrish, I trust you,” he says. “Good,” Adam replies. “I want you to close your eyes and keep them closed until I say otherwise. Got it?” Ronan does as he’s told, his heart pounding a little harder because, shit, what the hell is Parrish up to?

There’s a line in front of the venue. Everyone looks young and beautiful and edgy. Adam feels like a bit of a misfit in his old jeans and T-shirt but Ronan fits in perfectly. Adam is so excited about his surprise that he’s shaking. He pulls Ronan into line and there’s a clear view of the marquee with The Glitch Mob’s name shining out brightly. Adam moves to stand behind Ronan and wraps his arms around his waist and then whispers in his ear, “You can open your eyes now.”

Ronan sees the sign, the name, and…he’s in a bit of shock. His heartbeat trips up and then starts going double time. He turns around quickly, staring at Adam with wide eyes. He looks like a kid that’s been given a pony on his birthday (Adam knows that Ronan would love to get a pony on his birthday). “Parrish…” Ronan says but the words fail him. “Adam…” he tries again and then gives up and kisses him. Some people in line whistle at them but Ronan does not give a fuck.

The line moves quickly and Ronan is bouncing up and down by the time they get inside. The venue is dark and crowded and Adam is starting to feel overwhelmed by all the people but Ronan just takes him by the hand and pulls them to front, elbowing people until they’re right next to the stage. The opening group is already performing, the bass so loud that Adam can feel it in his entire body. He stands there, clutching the rail that separates the crowd from the stage. Ronan stands right behind him, his arms braced around Adam, sheltering him from the rest of the crowd. Everyone is dancing, grinding, jumping around, waving their arms in the air. Ronan is being jostled continuously, pressing him against Adam. Neither of them minds.

The first set is good. Not anyone that Ronan knows but he’s going to buy their album later and probably listen to it on repeat the whole drive back to Henrietta. Adam leaves briefly to get them beers and Ronan has to fend off several advances. He starts feeling anxious about Adam because, damn it, nobody had better mess with his man. Adam brings back the beers looking flushed. He returns to the shelter of Ronan’s arms and passes him a beer. “Folks are kinda handsy at these things,” he tells Ronan. Ronan is not pleased but decides not to make a big deal of it. He and Adam can both look out for themselves but still…

It’s late by the time The Glitch Mob takes the stage. Ronan is very buzzed, totally keyed up, and a little bit crazy from being plastered to Adam for so long. The group opens with one of Ronan’s favorite tracks, “Drive It Like You Stole It.” It’s one that Adam knows, too. He looks over his shoulder at Ronan and gives him a big goofy smile like holy shit, this is awesome. Ronan laughs and presses closer to Adam and kisses the side of his neck, once, quickly, because he doesn’t really like PDA in others and he’ll be damned before he makes a scene. But then Adam is pressing back against him and fuck, grinding against him in time with the beat. Ronan can feel his self-control slipping away because this might be the sexiest thing Adam’s ever done. His hands latch onto Adam’s hips, his body rolling with Adam’s. He closes his eyes, bites his lip, and lets the music take him over. It’s all physical and audio sensation for a moment until the flashing lights coax his eyes open and then it’s everything at once: the lights, the music, and Adam, Adam, Adam.

Time and place blur. Tossed about by the music and the crowd Adam feels like he’s in a million moments at once, spread out through time and place with only Ronan anchoring him to the present. It’s that strange temporal displacement he felt while connected to Cabeswater except now he’s connecting with the intense energy of this place. Before he knows it the band is signaling that they’re about to play their final song of the night. Adam turns in Ronan’s arms so that they’re finally facing each other again. He pulls Ronan in close and slides his hands under Ronan’s shirt and up his hot, sweaty chest. He feels everything: Ronan’s pounding heart, the shudder that runs through him, the way his lungs are struggling to keep his breathing under control. It’s enormously satisfying to turn Ronan on, to watch his molten blue eyes turn hungry and feral.

The show ends and they barely notice because they’re locked in a slow, burning kiss. Then Ronan takes Adam’s hand and they shuffle out of the venue, dazed and happy. Adam is festooned with glow stick necklaces and bracelets and Ronan can’t remember how they got there but the bright rainbow aura they give to Adam is breathtaking. Ronan whispers into Adam’s ear, “Magician.” Adam grins and gives Ronan one of his glowing necklaces. “Dreamer,” he replies.

The BMW’s backseat is by no means the best place to spend the night but they make it work. Adam’s almost asleep, curled up in Ronan’s arms. “Are you coming home?” Ronan asks him. “I am home,” Adam says. They fall asleep with smiles on their faces and they dream.

Napping in Cabeswater

Inspired by this beautiful pynch fanart. This sucks, but I had to write something with all these pynch feels.

Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting shifting shadows along Ronan’s face. Adam watched as they danced, transfixed. Somewhere nearby, a loud caw echoed through the trees, shattering the calm silence. Adam jumped as a flock of birds darted into the sky. He scanned the trees, finally locating its owner. Chainsaw strutted along a branch in a nearby tree, chest puffed out smugly. The corner of Adam’s lips twitched. She was as insufferable as her owner. He relaxed against the tree behind him once more. His gaze, like it had been for the last hour, returned to Ronan.

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From the passenger seat, Ronan began to swear at Adam. It was a long, involved swear, using every forbidden word possible, often in compound-word form. As Adam stared at his lap, penitent, he mused that there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together, a black-painted poetry. It was far less hateful sounding than when he didn’t swear.
Ronan finished with, “For the love of … Parrish, take some care, this is not your mother’s 1971 Honda Civic.”

- The Raven Cycle (character aesthetics) - Ronan Lynch