When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.
A few headcanons about Ronan pining over Adam at school:
- Ronan getting bored in class and staring intensely at the soft hairs that curl at the back of Adam’s neck
- Sometimes the light will hit Adam just right making him look like some kind of glowing ethereal being and Ronan has to restrain himself from reaching out across the space between their desks and touching any part of Adam that he can
- Ronan’s breath catching in his throat when he glances at Adam in class and notices the way his brows are furrowed and he’s biting his lip the way he always does when he’s concentrating hard on something. He’s never wanted to kiss him more than he does in that moment
- Ronan desperately trying to get Adam’s attention by throwing tiny bits of screwed up paper at the back of his head, and when he turns around to glare at him he looks so adorable that Ronan feels like he’s dying a bit inside
- Ronan sometimes puts on this awful impression of an Irish accent when responding to a teachers question in class just to hear Adam’s quiet breathy laugh beside him
- Ronan passing Adam these surprisingly good doodles taking the piss out of Gansey or their classmates just to see that amused glint in his eyes that lights up his entire face making him look so innocent and young. He doesn’t know it, but Adam actually has a collection of them stuffed at the bottom of his school bag
- Sometimes Adam and Ronan will end up getting pressed closer together than is necessary as they make their way through the crowded hallways and Ronan has to school his features into looking annoyed so Adam can’t tell how his insides are practically melting just from the feeling of the backs of their hands and shoulders brushing against each other
- At lunchtimes, because they’re both so tall, Adam’s knees sometimes knock into Ronan’s underneath the table. His leg automatically stiffens at the touch but when Adam doesn’t immediately move away Ronan slowly relaxes into the feeling and slightly pushes his leg further against Adam’s. Adam feels it and when he glances up at Ronan, with a soft smile on his face, Ronan has to physically restrain himself from doing something stupid like kissing him right there in front of everyone
- Ronan staring at Adam’s hands clasped tightly around his pen as he’s taking notes and wondering what it’d feel like to have those hands wrapped around his neck or tracing the patterns of his tattoos on his back just like Adam does in his dreams
pynch + garden by halsey
he says, darling, who’re you praying to? is anybody answering you? because I’ve done my part for 12 years now and I can’t seem to get through.
ch. 18, the raven king
When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.










