she's posting all these pictures from their trip and i want to vomit

a saeran hc post

i know there’s a ton of these out there and this is SO LONG im sorry i dont know how to shut up lol, i want to update my fics but im in the home stretch of getting through this week of classes before i go on break ;;;; so uh, have this post of some kind of general hc’s and some thoughts on how saeran feels about each of the members of the rfa + some vanderwood

spoilers of course, also mentions of smoking and vague notions at abuse and stuff, also this is just super long and ridiculous and im sorry aha

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Third Wheeling

A/N: this came to me in history class and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head, so here it is! Oh, and Jordan’s text are in quotation marks. This is cheesy, don’t read this or do because I need constant reassurance and validation

Prompt: Jordan is always busy when you and your friends have group dates, which leaves you as the odd one out.

Pairing: Jordan x reader

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You were back in Virginia to visit your family for a week. When your two best friends heard you were back they immediately invited you to a girls’ day at the famous Virginian amusement park, Busch Gardens. You were super excited, you hadn’t had a girls’ day with them in far too long. When Anne and Christina pulled into your driveway to pick you up, you were surprised to see two men in the car.

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'Naughty & Nice'- How Long Will I Love You: 12 Days Of Christmas Special #8

Prompt: ooohh the Twins’ first Christmas!!!! and they’re dressed up as little reindeers or something omg


Naughty & Nice- HLWILY 12 Days Of Christmas Special #8

Christmas Special Post Info

**previous drabbles**


In retrospect, it had been a good idea. You probably weren’t going to have babies this tiny and new this close to Christmas, again. Taking a few family photos in front of the Christmas tree, seemed like a harmless way to commemorate your very first Christmas as a family of five.

The house,however, was in a bit of a state of chaos. 

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Prompt #22-Oh Baby!

Hey loves! I got a very fun prompt request from maryamagwara! Thank you so much, I had a lot of fun writing this. Sorry I took so long getting this posted! Enjoy!

Whoever said pregnancy was a beautiful thing was either on drugs or crazy as hell. Ahsha had been miserable for the last few months. Morning sickness hit her pretty hard from the start. She could barely keep her breakfast down on most days and the smell of eggs made her vomit. Then came the cravings, though it was nothing out of the ordinary. She craved vanilla ice cream with plain Lays potato chips sprinkled on top. It was something about the mixture of salt and sugar that tasted like heaven to her. By the time she reached the end of her 8 months, her ankles began to swell and she could barely sleep at night. No position was comfortable, the room was either too hot or too cold. People constantly complimented her on how adorable she looked pregnant. She had a glow to her skin that everyone noticed right away.

Ahsha didn’t think the entire pregnancy was miserable. The fact that another human being was growing inside of her, made her smile. She couldn’t wait to meet their son. Derek had been a big help as well. He was paranoid about her doing anything and pretty much wanted her to let him do everything until their son was born. Ahsha refused to sit around and do nothing for the remainder of her pregnancy. She was at the end of her 8th month.

As Ahsha began to mop the kitchen floor, she heard heavy footsteps sounding off on the staircase. “Baby have you seen …what are you doing? You’re going to overwork yourself,” Derek exclaimed, grabbing Ahsha’s waist but she snatched away.

“Derek I’m pregnant, not in a full body cast. Chill out,” she groaned, shooing him away.

“Yea but you’re pretty much 9 months along. Let someone else do the mopping,” he argued, placing a warm hand on her stomach.

“I’m bored though. What else am I supposed to do? I’ve done my yoga for the day. Being in this house all week is driving me nuts,” Ahsha complained.

“What if you slip and fall? I’m about to leave for this game, I can’t have you hurting yourself or my baby. Come on, let’s go have a seat.”

Ahsha sighed in frustration as Derek led her to the living room couch. “Don’t you think you’re overreaching? Just a teeny tiny bit,” she asked as he propped her feet up on one of the large sofa pillows.

“No, my wife is pregnant. I think any husband would be acting like this.” Sloane had named Derek’s behavior as first baby syndrome, which would wear off before they had a second child. At this point, Ahsha didn’t want to think about a second child. “Need anything before I go,” Derek asked.

“My blanket please. When do you have to be at the airport,”Ahsha asked, glancing at her phone for the time.

“I’m leaving here in a little bit. I can stay here with you if you want me to,” he suggested.

“Derek…for real I’m fine. Please go get your ass on that plane. Isn’t your mom going to be staying with me anyway? I’ll be fine babe,” Ahsha stressed, pulling him down for a kiss. Mary Roman had finally pulled her life together after Derek stopped talking to her for a few years. Once he cut off all contact, she began to figure out how much pain she caused him.  Mary had popped back into the picture close to their wedding. Derek still wasn’t letting her back in and Ahsha was leery as well. Until Mary showed Derek she wanted to be his mother and not a free loader, he wasn’t giving her the time of day. One day, they finally had a well needed discussion and Derek set the record straight. Mary Roman literally had to earn her spot back as his mother.

“Please call me if anything happens. You know I’ll be on that plane in a hurry,” Derek replied, kissing her stomach. “Stay in there until daddy gets back little man.”

“Let’s hope so,” Ahsha added. “Have a safe trip. Call me when you get to Texas.”

“Alright, I love you. And please call me if anything …”

Ahsha held up her hand. “Yes, I know. I love you too, now get out of here.”


The next day Ahsha woke up feeling a little sluggish. She wanted to lay in bed all day but Mary wouldn’t let her. Mary wanted to visit the coffee house down the street and thought it would be good exercise for both of them. “You been keeping those feet elevated? Your ankles are looking a little better,” Mary asked, glancing down at Ahsha’s feet.

“Yes, Derek barely lets me stand as is. I’m fine and my feet are fine,” Ahsha sighed.

“Well it’s my first grandbaby and I don’t won’t anything going wrong. I’m sure your mom is acting the same way,” Mary added.

Sloane was actually worse than Derek and his mother. She tried to force Ahsha to stop eating meat because it was harmful to the baby. Ahsha couldn’t even hold a fork to her mouth without someone running to her aid. They were suffocating her. “But I’m doing fine. You all are being crazy.”

Once they reached the coffee shop, Ahsha’s stomach felt like it weighed a ton. Plus the baby was sitting on her bladder. While standing in line Ahsha’s felt a warm liquid run down her leg. Shit, she couldn’t have peed on herself. Then the pain hit her. “My water just broke,” Ahsha gasped, looking down at the puddle at her feet. Mary yelled for help as she pulled her cellphone out of her pocket.

“Come on baby, let’s have a seat over here. I’m calling for help,” Mary said, helping Ahsha to a seat.

“He’s early,” Ahsha cried, as the pain in her stomach hit her again. “Argh!”

“Just breathe. Ahsha, calm down honey. I’m getting help,” Mary urged, attempting to calm her daughter in law’s nerves.

“Call my mom and Derek. Oh my God, it hurts,” she screamed, holding her stomach.


Derek was headed to practice when his cellphone rang. “Hey ma, everything okay?”

“Ahsha just went into labor,” Mary yelled.

“What?! He’s not supposed to be here for another few weeks. I’m on my way. I’ll try to catch the earliest flight,” he exclaimed, grabbing his suitcase and throwing his belongings inside. “Tell her to hang on.”

“Derek you can’t push a baby back in once he’s coming out,” Mary replied.

“Tell her I’m coming just hold him in until I get there.” Derek hung up as his mother began yelling again. As he finished packing his things, Terrence stood in his doorway. “You good D,” he asked.

“Ahsha is in labor,” Derek replied, zipping his luggage. “I’m on my way out. I’m sure coach knows by now.”

Right when Derek said that, Pete was running down the hall to his room. “I’m thinking you heard the news,” Pete assumed, looking towards Derek’s packed bags.

“Yes, I’m sorry coach. I promised her I would be there,” Derek apologized.

“No need to apologize. She’s my daughter and your wife. Go on, the team will understand,” Pete explained. He felt bad enough missing the birth of his grandson, he would hate to have Derek miss it too.

“Call me when my godson gets here man,” Terrence added, slapping his teammate’s shoulder on his way out. “And please don’t be that dude who faints.”


“So I can’t even eat a crumb,” Ahsha whined to the nurse. “Not even a little taste?”

“No Mrs. Roman, no food or drink. I’m sorry,” the nurse replied with a slight chuckle.

“I didn’t even get to eat yet,” Ahsha added. “Why couldn’t you wait Derek Jr., why?” She closed her eyes and leaned back against her pillow. The contractions had slowed down and the pain had eased up. Ahsha was starving and her throat was dry as hell. “Can I have a drop of water,” Ahsha whispered to her mother when the nurse left the room.

“No Ahsha. You heard the nurse.”

“Just a drop. Like put it on a paper towel and hold it over my mouth. Please mom,” Ahsha begged.

Listen to the nurse baby,” Mary added. “Derek said he’s at the airport trying to get on the earliest flight to LA.”

“I don’t know if- ahhh,” Ahsha shrieked as the next contraction set in.

“Breathe honey,” Sloane cooed. “Breathe.”

“I’m breathing and it’s not helping. Can they please just get him out….NOW,” she exclaimed. “I need drugs. Can they give me drugs?”

“I thought you were doing natural birth,” Sloane expressed, her brows fusing together.

“Hell no! I need drugs. I’m not about that life anymore. Can they come with the drugs!?” Ahsha wanted to jump out of that bed and get her own epidural. The natural births always looked so peaceful on television, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Not with this type of pain. “Where’s the doctor mom?”

“Ahsha she said it’s not time for the epidural just yet,” Mary responded, trying her best not to laugh at her daughter in law. It was only funny because Mary reacted the same way when she gave birth to Derek. A woman was never ready to give birth, no matter what they did to get themselves ready. Giving birth to a child was a special type of pain.


6 hours later

Derek had finally touched down in LA and was relieved to know his wife was still in labor. He caught a cab to the hospital, not wanting to waste time getting his car back from the airport.

Ahsha’s contractions were getting closer and she was dilated at about 6cm. Sloane wanted to kill her for her snappiness but she understood her pain. It didn’t mean she wouldn’t get in her ass for it later though. “Okay Mrs. Roman, we are able to give you the epidural now,” the nurse stated, wiping Ahsha’s forehead with a damp towel. “All I ask is you stay very still. Okay?”

“Okay, okay. Please just stick me and end all of my misery,” Ahsha groaned as Mary and Sloane helped her sit on the edge of the bed. Ahsha had never been that happy to see a needle in her life. “Is Derek almost here?”

“Yes, he’s about ten minutes away,” Mary answered.

“Be still Ahsha. Here she comes with the needle,” Sloane warned, holding Ahsha’s shoulders still.

She barely felt the needle sink into her back. Maybe she was too overcome with emotion to feel anything. “I don’t know if this baby will wait any longer,” Ahsha sighed. “You sure he’s on his way?”

“Yes, just stay calm. He’ll be here, don’t worry about that,” Mary said.

“He promised he wouldn’t miss this,” Ahsha cried. Her greatest fear was giving birth to her child alone. Sure she had her mother and mother in law there, but she needed Derek to be there. After all, it was his fault that she was in the situation. If only he wasn’t so damn irresistible then she wouldn’t have a hard time resisting him. He would probably say the same for her.

It seemed like it took Derek forever to reach the hospital. The traffic on the highway was a little backed up and that put his anxiety on high. Right when he walked into the hospital room, Ahsha was reaching out for him. Her hair was wet from sweat and she looked exhausted.

“Hey baby,” he said, grabbing her hand. “Sorry it took so long.”

“It’s fine. Your son is being stubborn right now anyway,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.

“We’ll leave you two alone. Be right outside okay,” Sloane said, kissing Ahsha’s forehead. “You’ll do fine.” Mary hugged Derek’s shoulders as the two women exited the room.

“You made it,” Ahsha smiled.

“You know I wouldn’t miss this for anything in the world.”  He grasped her hand as she felt another contraction coming. By that time the doctor and nurses entered the room.

“I think we’re ready to go,” he said, snapping his gloves. “You ready Mrs. Roman?”

“I’ve been ready for the past 7 hours,” she muttered under her breath. She felt so drained and she hadn’t even pushed yet.

After another hour, Derek Hayes Roman Jr. finally entered the world. Ahsha had an eventful labor that she would remember for the rest of her life. And it wasn’t because it was her first child either. Derek had missed part of the birth because he fainted. That’s right folks, Derek Roman fainted during the birth of his son. Ahsha tried not to laugh at the moment but she couldn’t help it.  She had never seen Derek’s eyes get that big before. He claimed it was because he didn’t get sleep the night before but Ahsha knew why he fainted. The doctor had asked him if he wanted to see the baby’s head. Ahsha warned him because she knew it was not a pretty sight from what she had seen on many child birth videos.

“He’s beautiful Ahsha,” Sloane cooed, looking over Derek’s shoulder. “But he doesn’t have much of you in him honey. Spitting image of his dad.”

“That’s how it’s supposed to be,” Derek replied, kissing DJ’s tiny fingers. “Thank you,” Derek said, leaning over to kiss Ahsha’s lips.

“No thank you,” Ahsha answered, smiling at her son. “He’s an angel. Caused me hell but he’s an angel.”

The group laughed as Mary Roman stood back in the corner of the room. “Mary, don’t you want to hold him,” Sloane asked. “You’re the only one who hasn’t held him yet.”

“No, I’m okay. You guys go ahead,” she replied, waving Sloane off.

“Come on, you can hold him,”Ahsha added, knowing Mary’s problem without even asking.

“Naw, I don’t deserve that honor,” Mary responded, sinking back into her chair.

“Yes, you do,” Sloane argued. “He’s your first grandbaby.”

“Mary…” Ahsha uttered.

Derek and Mary made eye contact from across the room. All the memories from his childhood began to flood is brain. How his father walked out and ended up in prison years later. How his mother almost overdosed on drugs, leaving him to fend for himself for hours. Mary had done so much bad in the past and at times he didn’t forgiver her for it. Her actions had affected many aspects of his life. Especially his relationships with women. He didn’t even think about having a family until he met Ahsha five years ago. After breaking up for a few months, he finally stopped letting his mother sabotage his relationship with Ahsha. Ahsha was one of the main reasons he had let Mary back into his life. They had somewhat repaired their relationship although Derek was still waiting on her to mess it up again. His mother continued staring at him as he rocked his son back and forth in his arms. She almost looked like she wanted to cry. Either that or leave like she always did. Derek knew he had to let go of that anger for good.  He couldn’t continue holding on to it. Derek made his way across the room and stood directly in front of his mother.

“You want to hold him,” Derek asked.


“Mom, do you want to hold him,” Derek repeated again, only louder this time.

“Yes. Yes, I would love to.” Mary held out her hands as Derek placed little DJ into her waiting arms. “He’s so precious. Hello man, I’m your other grandma.”  Tears formed in Mary’s eyes as she rocked the baby.

Derek joined Ahsha and Sloane, giving Mary and her grandson time to bond. Ahsha grabbed Derek’s hand and pulled him into her bed. “I’m proud of you Derek,” she whispered in his ear.

He nodded as he rested his head on her chest. “And I’m proud of you for giving me the one gift I never thought I wanted.” Ahsha smiled in response and continued staring at the image playing before her eyes. She had all she ever wanted.

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Note: DJ’s middle name is Hayes. I didn’t give him both last names.

“Leaving” - my retaliation to this  post by @dasstark because we are having a pynch war that is probably going to destroy both of our emotions. (she draws beautiful things and I vomit words onto a page. It’s great.) 

He isn’t fucking ready. The date has been written in red in his mind for months – ever since Adam got his college acceptance. A slow count down has been ticking in his mind, starting in the hundreds, a number of days that seemed infinite, and slowly shrinking down into single digit. And now it is tomorrow.

Tomorrow they get up disgustingly early, drop Opal off to stay with Maura (which she is happy about, because 300 fox way always has a myriad assortment of children to play with and strange things to eat) and then they drive for ten hours down to Cambridge, Massachusetts. And then Ronan turns around and drives back, alone.


How did summer pass so quickly, so uneventfully? Did they really do nothing more than spend their days lazing around at the barns? He recalls the hundreds of pictures shared of Gansey and Blue on their trip, the years of adventure packed into a few weeks, and feels suddenly resentful at his complacency.

He should have done more.

“Ronan?” Adam says, walking into the kitchen. “Have you seen my boots? The ones with the red laces.”

Ronan swallows the lump in his throat and goes to the porch, digging through the assorted shoes (at least ten pairs of which belong to Opal, specially dreamt to accommodate her feet) until he pulls out Adam’s smartest shoes, neat except for the bright red cord that he’d replaced the worn out laces with.

“I’ve got spare boot laces, if you want,” Ronan says. He isn’t sure how he can manage normal sentences when underneath the surface his heart is navigating an unknown ocean.

He’s never had the chance to prepare for loss before.

“Thanks. Hey – I, well. I saved, and I got a new phone. It can do video calls and everything. So we can keep in touch.”

Ronan turns away, closing his eyes. Adam rests a hand on his shoulder. “Ronan?”

Ronan inhales, exhales, memorizes the feeling of Adam’s fingers gripping his shoulder. One, two, three, four, five points of contact, solid and warm and reassuring.

Tomorrow night he’ll be alone.

“I’m… fuck this, Parrish. I’ll… I’ll be outside.”

He leaves Adam in the kitchen, catching a glimpse of him, hand slowly falling to his side in confusion. He’s learnt Adam over the last few months, and Adam has learnt him, but Ronan has not learnt how to vocalise his feelings. He isn’t sure there are coherent sentences to explain what he is feelings – some emotion akin to slipping through a sandtimer into an aching void.

For fucks sake, Lynch. It’s not as if he’s dying. He’ll be back.

But Adam wants to leave. Wants it more than anything. He’s been counting down the days left with anticipation, not dread.

Maybe… Maybe when Adam tastes the big wide world, the suits and handshakes and respect, maybe he’ll not be so keen on this small pocket of life. Maybe he’ll not be so keen on a boy who aspires to drive really fucking fast and raise cows.

There’s a terrible irony in the realization that his dreams might not be big enough for Adam.

Ronan climbs onto the roof of one of the outbuildings, the same place he went after kissing Adam for the first time, trying to recall that infallible hope Adam’s lips upon his had conjured.

It’s just a hurdle. All relationships face challenges. They’ll get through it. They have too.

But so many don’t. Long distance is risky. Declan had said so, just last week. So had Calla.

Ronan knew that no amount of distance would lessen what he felt towards Adam, but he had always been certain of his feelings. He had to trust that Adam was too.

And it should be easy. Last night, Adam had mapped out their lives on Ronan’s skin, confessed his love in breathy gasps, traced his fingers over every inch of him, promising forever between kisses. It should be easy to believe that.

But it wasn’t the middle of the night any more. It was 3 o clock on an over-cast afternoon, and the last three months felt like a dream. It was time for reality.

The roof creaks beneath Adam’s weight as he climbs up, and Ronan can’t look at him.

“Ronan? Talk to me.”

Adam sits down beside him, leaning into him. Ronan leans back, though it feels like Adam is shrinking ever smaller, further away. How can he sleep with 500 miles between them?

“It’s nothing, Parrish.” He says, because how can he say what he is feeling?

Stay. Stay with me. Forever and ever and ever because I can’t bear not seeing you in the morning.

Those are selfish desires. He wants Adam to be happy, above all. He can’t describe how proud he was when Adam got accepted into Harvard, how amazing it has been to see Adam grow from a scared boy into the strong shouldered person who sits beside him.

“It’s not nothing,” Adam whispers, taking Ronan’s hand.

“It is selfish.”

“We’re all selfish.”

Ronan sighs, and lets his fingers play over Adam’s, looking at their joined hands, the jutting knuckles and calluses he used to dream of pressing to his lips. Now he can. He does, kissing Adam’s hand like it’s the last time.

Adam lets out a breath, long and slow.

“You know, I’m terrified too.”

Ronan blinks, surprised.

“I know you’ve been dreading tomorrow, OK. I just… I don’t think you’ve realized that I have too.”


Adam rolls his eyes. Ronan remembers the early days, remembers falling for that specific expression of exasperation.

“I don’t want to leave you, you know.”

Ronan thinks he probably should have known that, but he’s never been terribly good at seeing things sensibly. He lets out a small “oh” of surprise. And then,

“Well, obviously, Parrish. I’m a delight to be around.”

Adam elbows him for his obnoxiousness. “It’s OK to be worried. But… we’re gonna get through it. I’ll be back. And you can come and visit.”

“And you’ll tell everyone about me?”

“About my street-racing farmer boyfriend who I’m raising a child with? I might mention him once or twice…”

“Opal will miss you.”

Adam sighs, tucks his knees up under him. “I wish I could say I’d stay, Ronan. I wish this life was enough for me here. I feel… I feel awful that it isn’t, OK? But… I worked so hard for this. This is my dream.”

“I’d never ask that of you, you fucker. Don’t even imply that I would. I want this for you. I just wish it didn’t hurt so fucking much.”

“I know.”

“Why’s it so easy for some people?” Ronan bursts out, letting loose resentment he didn’t know he was holding. “Blue and Gansey – they just fuck off and do whatever they like, together, and…”

“I’d not change us.” Adam says, soft. Ronan rests his head against Adam’s shoulder.

“I worry I won’t be enough,” he whispers, so quiet he barely hears himself. He feels nausea rise up with the words, but he can’t leave them unsaid. “I’m… there’s so much more than me out there in the world. Why would you want to come back, once you’ve seen it all?”

Adam tenses beside him. “What will it take to make you believe that I feel it to?” he grits out, and Ronan knows he’s hit a nerve, and maybe that’s what he wanted, to see what was underneath Adam’s cool exterior.

Ronan shrugs, pushing Adam over the edge, and he should feel guilty for that, but he looks and there it is, in Adam’s eyes, the longing and emotion Ronan carries around with him everyday.

Adam opens his mouth, closes it again. His fists clench in his lap. Ronan waits. Adam leans in, kisses him like he is drowning. The ocean within him rises in response. His shirt is off, and it doesn’t matter that he’s on the roof and it is September, because each place where Adam touches is him is left burning.

He focuses on the moment, every nerve and sensation of it. If he can return to this, live in this small, burning second, he can endure the months apart. It is this, Adam’s lips, soft and insistent against his own, it is the soft fabric of Adam’s shirt gripped between his fingers, it is the scent of him, laundry powder and remnants of engine oil from the garage, the remainders of toothpaste because he always brushes after lunch (do I look like I can afford dental care, Parrish? Let those cavities try and fucking catch me), it is gasps and moans and whispered names, reverent in their promises. It is emotion overcoming desire, choking him. It is both of them, holding each other, foreheads pressed together, tears in their eyes.

“We’re going to be OK.” Ronan whispers, and it’s a promise and a question.

“Fine,” Adam replies, and it’s a commitment and an answer. “After ten hours driving you’ll be sick of me anyway. You’ll need a break.”

Ronan shakes his head. “I’ll drive back next weekend. You’re lucky I like cars so much.”

“Maybe I’ll drive back. To escape my shitty dorm room.”

“And envy me a brief taste of college life? How could you.”

They laugh, and the ocean retreats, calm for the moment.

“I’ll call you so much you’ll be sick of me,” Adam says. Ronan laughs.

“Maybe I’ll actually start using my phone.”

“I’ll train Opal to answer it.”

Ten hours pass faster than he knew was possible, and it’s 4pm and they’re pulling up outside Adam’s new accommodation. Ronan looks at the building that Adam is to call home for half the year, generic brick and neat square windows, architecture a couple of decades out of date.

He looks across the grass out front, imagines Adam hurrying to class, coffee in one hand, books under his arm. He imagines him fitting into a life so different from his own. Adam climbs out of the car, letting out a long sigh.

“So,” he says.

“Ready to meet your intellectual equals?”

“Not really,” Adam says, but Ronan sees the glint of excitement in his eyes, and finally it makes him smile.

“You’ll take them by storm.”

“What does that even mean?”

Ronan snorts. “No idea. Go look it up in a library.”

“So… are you gonna come in with me?” Adam asks, a little shy, a little like the first time Ronan ended up sleeping with him at st Agnes, after they got together. Ronan grins.

“As if I’d miss the chance to intimidate new people.”

They unpack Adam’s things. It doesn’t take long. They end up sat cross legged on his twin bed, looking at each other like it’s the last chance they’ll get.

“It doesn’t feel like home,” Adam says.

“It isn’t, is it?”

“No. I always thought I’d feel so free when I left Henrietta but…” Adam shrugs. Ronan knows what he means. It’s people that make home.

Ronan leans in to kiss him, closed mouthed but lingering. Adam catches his jaw, runs his hands over his face. Ronan feels like he’s being committed to memory.

Adam’s roommate rolls up at five, a skinny kid with huge glasses and a toothy grin. Ronan doesn’t think he’ll be a problem, but he kisses Adam full on the mouth just in case the kid has some violent homophobic tendencies.

He just grins at Adam and nods approvingly. Adam blushes right to the roots of his dusty hair, and Ronan grins.

“Evening,” he says, serpent smile in place. The kid stutters, and Adam leads Ronan out of the room.

“I could stay,” Ronan murmurs. “For a night.”

“Better not,” Adam replies.

“You’ll be OK?”

“You sound like Gansey.”

“Jesus,” Ronan says. “It’s all this parenting business. It’s given me mom friend tendencies I never asked for.”

Adam grins, kisses him again. Ronan presses him against the door of the bmw, memorizes the warmth of him against his body.

“Two weeks,” Adam says. “Flights are already booked.”

“One week. Bmw’s always got fuel.”

“Come on. If you leave now you’ll get halfway before it’s dark.”

“One more kiss.”

One turns to two, to three, to four, a bruise left on Adam’s neck, fingerprints bruised into Ronan’s hip, breathing entirely too heavy for being in public.

Ronan pulls out of the parking lot, watching Adam shrink in the rear-view mirror, hand raised in farewell. He can still taste him.

His phone rings after five minutes, and he pulls over to answer it.

“Hey,” Adam says.

“Hey, college boy,” Ronan laughs, because it’s ridiculous, but he kind of needs to hear Adam’s voice one more time before he drove.

“I’ll call at midnight,” Adam says.

“I love you,” Ronan says, blushing as he says it, even though there’s no one to see. He’s never said it on the phone before.

“You too.” Adam hangs up.

Maybe he plays the murder squash song on repeat for most of the drive home, and maybe he cries a little when he unlocks the front door of the barns, and sees Adam’s battered trainers laying lopsided on the welcome matt, and maybe he and Opal rattle around for the first few days, a little lost without Adam making them both laugh.

But the last thing he hears is every night is Adam saying he loves him, and in 6 days he can go and visit, and the cows need feeding and he’s got a million jobs to do at the barns and he’s OK.

That Time I Went To Sydney And Met 5SOS

So basically I’ve had quite a few people asking me to formally write up my experience this weekend. I’ve decided to start from the very beginning, so brace yourselves for a long ass post.

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wincestily  asked:

More hitchhiker!will/gentleman!hannibal pls

(referencing this post)

  • Will is legally underage, this is the difference between running away and leaving home and Will cannot take waiting another year with his dad (In Louisiana it’s 17 years old, so Will is 16 with greasy hair and gangly limbs and his voice cracks every third word and he’s got a surprise party in his pants at the most mortifying times and he’d really prefer not to be invited
  • He’s very smart and ambitious (really he’s desperate to not end up like his dad and the surest way to do this is to get the hell away from the little straw town he’s stuck in)
  • The only friend in the world he has is the little stray dog he found two weeks ago, her ribs poking out and timid in the most telling way that makes him both angry and sad (he can picture the hits, can feel himself striking her and he vomits before he manages to get himself together enough to call her over, he takes her in and hides her from his dad, he names her ‘Marlene’ and gives her half his food every meal)
  • Will is a lonely kid, but with Marlene it’s not so bad (but the breaking point is when his dad finds Marlene and knows and Will knows exactly what his dad will do so he runs, his backpack ready to go in his room)
  • Hannibal sees all this (Hannibal who is in his mid twenties and about to finish his residency early, who on a whim stops his car for this strange boy and his dog)
  • Will expects the worse (has experienced his dad’s friends eyeing him, but never outright saying anything, you don’t exactly hit on your friend’s boy after all)
  • Will is on the defensive despite Hannibal having done nothing but let him in his car and give him an un-opened bottle of water (Will bites and his eyes may not meet Hannibal’s, but they sear in his skin and his curiosity is peaked)
  • Hannibal turns out to be kind, or at the very least a gentleman (Hannibal talks lightly, his voice a low rumble, and although his accent is thick and one Will has never heard before, he finds his voice calming and Will relaxes. No longer afraid of this man will expect something from him, he let’s his guard down and starts to enjoy his time in an air conditioned car with leather seats and a man who is interesting and gives him water and food)
  • Marlene sleeps in the back seat, she smells and Will worries Hannibal will kick them out, but Hannibal merely smiles (they make a pit stop, Will watches as Hannibal walks Marlene and blushes because he can’t believe his luck)
  • Hannibal let’s Will pick the music, and watches with more feeling than he’s at all used to as Will falls asleep (’sweet’ is the word that pops into Hannibal’s mind, unused to feeling such tenderness)
harry potter reread: half-blood prince pt v
  • picture the scenario. dumbledore has just invited harry to the assist him in destroying a horcrux, a fragment of voldemort’s soul. after months of being kept in the dark, harry is finally privy to dumbledore’s plans, and is provided the chance to take some action in getting one step closer to defeating the dark lord. they travel to a cliff side, which holds significance for voldemort since he was taken there on a trip with the orphanage when he was very young, and it’s implied that it’s where he first used his budding magical abilities to seriously torture his peers. and what is harry’s reaction to this place, this site of unknown terror, you ask? “‘They brought the kids from the orphanage here?’ asked Harry, who could not imagine a less cosy spot for a daytrip.”
  • “'Yes,’ said Dumbledore. ‘I am sure that once we take the Horcrux, we shall find [the Inferi] less peaceable. However, like many creatures that dwell in cold and darkness, they fear light and warmth, which we shall therefore call to our aid should the need arise. Fire, Harry,’ Dumbledore added with a smile, in response to Harry’s bewildered expression. ‘That’s why I brought my mixtape.’" 
  • fuck i love the dramatic irony of nobody believing professor trelawney’s predictions. “And she pulled a card dramatically from underneath her shawls. ’- the lightning-struck tower,’ she whispered. 'Calamity. Disaster. Coming nearer all the time.’” you know what the chapter where dumbledore dies is called? 'The Lightning-Struck Tower.’ jkr you think you’re such a sly fox don’t you
  • god i am so fucking emotional over draco’s internal conflict in his attempt to murder dumbledore because you can’t help but be reminded that he’s still just a kid. “'Draco, Draco, you are not a killer.’ 'How do you know?’ said Malfoy at once. He seemed to realise how childish the words had sounded; Harry saw him flush in the Mark’s greenish light.” “Malfoy looked as though he was fighting down the urge to shout, or vomit … ’… a clever plan, a very clever plan…and, as you say, right under my nose…’ 'Yeah!’ said Malfoy who, bizarrely, seemed to draw courage and comfort from Dumbledore’s praise. 'Yeah, it was!’” just. look, i’m not sweeping draco’s actions under the rug because he is a bratty shitty little pure-blood supremacist but at the same time he’s SO COMPLEX!!! he’s an antagonist of the most disdainful kind but he’s just a kid forced to murder someone for the sake of his family’s safety!!! and it saddens me that rather than give him an explicitly detailed redemption arc jkr instead chose to spend most of her post-canon discourse vilifying the girls who had a crush on him
  • when hagrid’s hut gets set on fire, his first reaction is to scream “'Fang’s in there, yeh evil -!’” at the death eater responsible. i love hagrid. you know a character is the most pure-hearted of them all when they value a dog’s life over themselves in the midst of a deadly battle
  • did you know that draco is never exactly explicitly shown to have the dark mark? it’s heavily implied, though; the order watches snape and draco run up the stairs to the tower, but whenever anyone else tries they’re thrown back by an invisible barrier. harry theorises that you have to have the dark mark to pass through it which seems highly likely but still. INTERESTING
  • okay. here we go. *cracks knuckles* i know that this series is filtered through harry’s eyes and he can be a right dense brick sometimes, so it may very well have been that tonks and remus have a lot of chemistry together and bonded very well off-page and remus is incredibly torn between his desire to be with tonks and his wish to keep her safe…but to be completely and utterly honest, i fail to see a single shred of that being the case in this chapter. like we aren’t explicitly provided with all the intricacies of bill and fleur’s budding romance, but we are shown the result of it, e.g fleur being adamant that she will stand by him despite his injuries, and she proudly exclaims that her love for him is deep and not based on appearance. meanwhile NOTHING in remus’s behaviour suggests that he is struggling to refrain himself from admitting his love for tonks. there’s not a glitter in his eye when he looks at her that he forces himself to suppress; in fact, he just seems unbelievably uncomfortable with the whole situation. “'It’s different,’ said Lupin, barely moving his lips and looking suddenly tense … 'And I’ve told you a million times,’ said Lupin, refusing to meet her eyes, staring at the floor.” he just flat out doesn’t want to have this conversation! he’s TOLD tonks over and over that he doesn’t want a relationship with her, but she still seizes him by the robes and shakes him while screaming in his face. they both deserve better than this grossly manipulative and forced romance, and i’m so disappointed that even though remus flat out reminds them that dumbledore has just DIED and it’s not an appropriate time to have this discussion, the order guilt-trip him into returning tonks’s affections. “'Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little more love in the world,’ said Professor McGonagall curtly.” SORRY MINERVA BUT NO you can’t just fucking use a dead man to pressure someone into something they CLEARLY don’t want to do!!! especially not entering a relationship like what the fuck??? this is the one thing i would come close to fighting mcgonagall over. i mean i wouldn’t actually do it because she would destroy me but you know what i mean
  • harry decides to break up with ginny during dumbledore’s funeral which…just…*stares into the camera like in the office* like fair enough the hogwarts express leaves an hour after the funeral and he isn’t planning on seeing her in the near future anyway but come on harry. at least wait until the funeral is done
  • also i feel like harry…..misunderstands ginny quite a bit? “… when he told her what he was going to do now, she would not say 'Be careful’ or 'Don’t do it’, but accept his decision”…this is the girl who got into a hexing match with her own brother because he dared to presume to tell her how she should act/think. i know everyone is distraught with grief but it’s just a bit lacklustre that ginny, wonderfully bold and brave ginny, only counters with “'What if I don’t care?’” before immediately being like “ok cool see you whenever”…the working title of this book must’ve been Harry Potter and the Incredibly Contrived Romances
  • i love that the final sentence of this book. “His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux, but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.” it’s so beautifully sad yet so optimistic. harry resigns himself to the fact that it’s his destiny to kill voldemort and mentally steels himself for all that will entail, but he still finds joy in being with his friends and deep down must know that everything will be alright in the end. time to emotionally prepare myself for the devastation of deathly hallows HUZZAH
  • also WHAT THE FUCK i opened the book to place the cover back on and there was a dead spider in the middle of the back. this doesn’t have anything to do with the reread but the last time i picked this book up was over ten years ago! and it’s been a spider tomb all this time!!! yech