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okay that last post i reblogged got me thinking hear me out
where’s my AU where ronan and blue are friends first before meeting any of the others and ronan doesn’t go to aglionby but lives in henrietta with the same wild family history and vaguely similar complications and he and blue started hanging out because after niall lynch died he had to stop homeschooling and go to public school and he was the absolute fucking worst and she assumed he was an asshole and stayed away from him until they bonded over. idk. holding chainsaw probably.
i’m rereading the series now and ronan letting blue hold chainsaw is the first non-antagonistic friendship moment they share and it warms me
flash forward to they’re friends somehow i’m not writing out this whole slow burn this is already a longer text post than it was supposed to be
this DOUCHEBAG comes into nino’s with his two much prettier friends one of whom is elegant one of whom is smudgy and shy and blue is kind of fascinated by them but like. with visceral disgust for cell phone boy
probably the “i am not a prostitute” thing goes down how it usually does and afterward adam catches blue’s attention and apologizes like he does and she gives him her number
and naturally ronan’s hanging out at 300 fox way when she gets back because he had to get over the whole “i’m catholic and y’all are serving satan i guess” thing way faster with blue being his sole friend in the universe besides matthew
blue’s like you are not going to BELIEVE. what HAPPENED to me tonight
ronan’s like do you want me to kill that guy for you. because it sounds like he sucks and i will totally kill that guy for you
(ronan could not care less about blue’s principles or her poverty feelings but LORD does he want to fistfight an aglionby douchebag he’s frothing at the mouth about it)
the moral of this story is ronan’s also hanging out at 300 fox way with blue when gansey shows up for his reading and there’s all the tension and conflict and then ronan’s eyeing adam and gansey up and down all sharp and menacing like usual but he’s also like. way too alive. way too awake and keyed up
blue cannot BELIEVE she’s being ABANDONED like this. she’s going to kill ronan. she drags him into the reading room before anyone goes in there and slams the door shut and hisses “which of them do you think is hot”
ronan’s like “i DON’T. i just want to break their noses probably. fistfight. spill some blood spit out some teeth. roll across the ground in a tangle of frenzied limbs and fury”
blue’s going to lose her entire fucking mind
(the real answer is both of them. ronan thinks both of them are hot. blue unfortunately thinks both of them are hot too but in gansey’s case it’s GENUINELY in a way where it makes her want to pull out his entrails whereas ronan’s violent desires are. slightly more questionable)
I wrote Blue and Adam’s first meeting if every character in the books was a girl. There’s some canon divergence [obviously] and there’s some thoughts that are probably kinda offensive about the LGBT community, because it’s from girl!Adam’s POV and she doesn’t know everything.
Anyway. I hope you enjoy it!
Rose was talking shit about someone at school and Noa was cracking up, while Gansey was trying to point the conversation back to Glendower work.
“I think this could be a real breakthrough,” she said, looking irritated, since Rose and Noa were still laughing uproariously.
“That’s what Carruthers said when she discovered that you can wash your face,” Rose added, and Noa doubled over again.
“This coming from you,” Noa said. “Fucking… dirt goblin.”
“Yeah, but I can get away with it, I’m hot as fuck. Right, Gansey?”
Gansey let out a long sigh. “How about we focus more on the recording I found of my own voice on the ley line, and less on the washing habits of our classmates?”
“You’re no fun.”
“At least Addy’s paying attention. Right, Addy?”
Addy had not been paying attention, actually. She was going through the Latin terms in her head again, because there was a test tomorrow, and if Rose got the top score again, she was gonna fucking lose it.
“Uh, what did you say again, Gansey?” she said, a beat too late, and Rose said, “See? Even goody-two-shoes Parrish isn’t paying attention.”
Addy rolled her eyes. She wasn’t going to start shit with Rose today. Well, not again.
Gansey was looking disappointed, which set off a slight pang in Addy’s chest. It was just so hard to constantly focus on whatever was going on. Sometimes Glendower things had to take a backseat to schoolwork, didn’t they?
“I was saying,” Gansey said, “that I found the number of a local psychic, and I think we should ask them about the voice on the ley line.”
“A psychic?” Rose said. “Are we really going to waste our time there?”
“Hey, I’ve talked to legit psychics before.”
Rose folded her arms, but Addy knew damn well that she would go along with anything Gansey said.
“I think we should go,” Noa said. “It sounds fun.”
“Well, of course you’d want to go, weirdo,” Rose said, and Noa flicked their straw wrapper at her.
Addy began to drift off again. She hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night. There’d been a late shift, and then a metric ton of homework. When did she ever get enough sleep?
The Latin vocab. Fuck. She needed to get back to…
There was that waitress again. She was new, or she’d switched to the dinner shift recently, and Addy had seen her a few times. She didn’t know why the waitress was so fascinating, except that she wore weird clothes under her Nino’s apron, and her short choppy hair was covered in glittery hair-clips. And there was something fierce about the way she looked. She was just… really pretty. Addy guessed that meant she was jealous of the waitress, if she cared about her appearance, but this wasn’t really a look she wanted for herself. If anything, Rose should have been jealous of the waitress for pulling off the “edgy-not-giving-a-fuck” look so well.
She was glaring at a couple of Aglionby girls sitting in the corner of the room- Addy didn’t know them personally but she knew they were seniors and that they were insufferable about their wealth. One of them had brought a Starbucks cup with her into Nino’s, even though Nino’s sold perfectly good coffee. The waitress made a remark about the girls to one of her coworkers, and judging by the coworker’s dirty laugh, it wasn’t a pleasant remark. Addy’s face quirked into a smile.
“Fine, Gansey, we’ll go to the psychic if you want,” Rose said loudly.
At that, the waitress’ head turned sharply in the direction of their table. Addy quickly averted her gaze- God, that was so awkward, she’d been staring at her, that was so creepy.
“Parrish, what the fuck are you looking at?” Rose said. “You’ve been unusually quiet.”
“Nothing,” Addy said, way too quickly, and Rose followed her gaze to the waitress. Her eyebrows narrowed.
“Why are you staring at that waitress? You knew her from your old shit school?”
“I swear to God, Lynch, you are such a-”
“Don’t fight!” Gansey exclaimed. “Don’t. Fight. I’m sure Addy was just looking off into the distance, Lynch, you don’t have to make a thing out of it.”
Rose scowled.
“Actually,” Addy said, “I was looking at her.”
Rose’s scowl fell.
“Oh?” Gansey said, curious.
“Yeah,” Addy said, because damn it, why was she embarrassed about looking at someone? It wasn’t like it was something weird. “Yeah, it’s just- she was looking at us when Rose just shouted at the top of her lungs about going to the psychic. I told you, I think someone’s watching us.”
“So what, you think this waitress is a spy?” Rose said.
“No, I’m just saying- I don’t know, maybe she knows something.”
It wasn’t really a lie. She had looked over suddenly when Rose had brought up the psychic. Maybe she did know something.
“That’s interesting,” Gansey said. “I should go over and ask.”
Oh God, no. “I don’t think you need to do that,” Addy said.
“If she knows something, we should find out,” Gansey said.
“I don’t think she does,” Addy said quickly. “It was just a coincidence that she looked over.”
“No, come on, Addy, stop doubting yourself. Usually your hunches are right. Maybe she knows something. I’m going to go ask.”
“Gansey, no- Gansey- OK, just don’t be rude-”
And she was gone. Once Gansey put her mind to something, it was going to happen.
“Oh, this is going to be amazing,” Rose said, leaning back in her seat. Noa leaned forward, trying to get a good look at the incoming disaster.
“I love seeing Gansey interact with service workers,” Noa said. “It’s just a beautiful catastrophe every time.”
Addy put her face in her hands, her golden-brown hair falling around her and blocking her view.
“Whyyyy,” she groaned, and sank down lower into her seat.
Rose and Noa were cracking up. Addy risked a glance upwards. The waitress did not look happy. Addy couldn’t hear what Gansey was saying, but it was bound to be condescending and awful.
“Some of us work for a living!” the waitress said, loud enough to carry to their table. Addy groaned in embarrassment again.
“Your type of girl, Parrish,” Rose said.
“I, I didn’t say you didn’t,” Gansey said loudly, with a glance around.
“Who needs TV when you have Gansey disasters to watch?” Noa commented.
The waitress looked over at Addy, who tried to give her best apologetic look, and then looked back at Gansey and put her hands on her hips.
“Please let this end,” Addy murmured, just before the waitress shouted, “I am not a prostitute!” Rose and Noa exploded into laughter.
“How is this funny?” Addy said frantically, looking back at them, and then back at Gansey and the waitress, whose conversation was coming to a rapid end.
Gansey walked dejectedly back to their table.
“She’s not very nice,” she said, sitting back down next to Noa. “I don’t think it’s nice to yell at people like that.”
“No offense, Gansey,” Noa said, “but I’m like 90% sure whatever you said merited yelling.”
“Yeah, you accused her of being a prostitute?” Rose said.
“I didn’t!” Gansey said. “I don’t know why she said that! God. Let’s just finish our pizza, pay, and leave. I hope she doesn’t have anything to do with the psychic or the ley line, because I do not want to have to see her again.”
Addy’s shoulders fell. She wanted to see the waitress again. She didn’t know why.
“What’s her name?” Addy asked.
“Why do you care?” Rose said, oddly hostile. Well, Rose was always hostile.
Addy gave Gansey a look, the look that meant Gansey, I love you, but you don’t get to decide whether the waitress you just annoyed during her shift is mean.
Gansey sighed.
“I didn’t get her name,” she said. “She told me her shift ends in 30 minutes, though.”
“Why do you need to apologize to her?” Rose said.
“Why do you need to be an asshole all the time?” Addy said. “Why does anyone do the things they do? Here’s my share of the bill, I’m gonna get some fresh air.”
She dug in her wallet for a 5-dollar bill, then headed out.
God. Sometimes they were so fucking exhausting. They were great, actually, even Rose, who was insufferable, but they were nice enough to be friends with Addy, which was a lot. They were more interesting than any other pretentious, bitchy Aglionby girl, but in the end, they still belonged at Aglionby. In the upper class. Addy didn’t.
She walked over to the bike rack outside Nino’s, leaned against it, and sighed. It had been a long day- an early shift at the warehouse, four tests, an in-class essay for English lit [why did those exist again], not to mention having to rescue Gansey’s car from the side of the road. There was something admirable and adventurous about the whole thing, four girls being tired from their search for a dead king. That would have been a very Gansey way of looking at it, romanticizing the shitty parts.
Addy wasn’t big on romanticizing.
“Hey, excuse me,” said a voice from in front of Addy. She nearly jumped, then she startled again when she saw who it was: the waitress from inside.
“Oh God,” Addy said. “Oh, I’m so sorry, miss.”
The girl snorted. “Chill, it’s OK. I was just getting something from my bike.”
“Oh,” Addy said, and stepped aside.
The girl rummaged in the oversized basket on her bike, which was decorated with various colors of metallic paint. Addy shouldn’t have stood there staring at her, but she didn’t know what to do. She still wanted to apologize about Gansey.
“I-” she began awkwardly. The waitress looked up.
“Hmm?” she said.
Addy ran a hand through her hair. It was so messy and weird, she needed a haircut.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “For my friend in there- Jane. You met her-”
The girl’s face twisted into a scowl. It didn’t make her any less pretty.
“Yeah, I met her,” she said. “Her name’s Jane? Tell Jane she’s a fucking bitch.”
“Uh, well,” Addy said, messing with her hair some more. She was definitely turning red. This was so awkward. “I mean, she’s- she tries- you know, rich girls, they kind of- are clueless.”
The girl looked at Addy, a little puzzled, then her face cracked into a smile and she laughed.
“You’re telling me,” she said. “You’re,” she gestured at Addy’s uniform, “an Aglionby girl.”
“Oh,” Addy said. “Uh, yeah. I mean, I- I’m there on scholarship. I’m from Henrietta.”
“Ohhh,” said the waitress. “That explains why you’re being polite and not treating me like dirt, then.”
“Ha, yeah,” Addy said. “I mean- no. I’m being nice to you because uh, because you deserve to have people be nice to you.” God, who said things like that?
The girl smiled.
“What’s your name?” she asked, turning around and leaving her bike basket alone. “My name’s Blue.”
Blue. That was such an odd name. A nice name.
“Nice to meet you, Blue,” Addy said. “My name’s Addy.”
“Well, nice to meet you, Addy,” Blue said. “Thanks for apologizing to me. Your friend should apologize, actually, for being rude to me, but it’s nice of you to do it anyway.”
“No problem,” Addy said. She really, really wanted to keep talking to Blue. It was like when she first met Gansey: she wanted to be friends. A lot.
“Hey, before she started telling me that I owed her my time,” Blue began, and Addy groaned.
“Sorry, she’s an idiot sometimes.”
“Yeah, no shit- but before that, she said you were interested in me.”
Addy blushed.
“I didn’t mean that in a creepy way,” she said quickly. “When I told her- like I just wanted to know-” Oh, there was no way to explain this that didn’t seem weird.
“It’s OK,” Blue said, smiling. “I guess I’m interested in you, too.”
She bit her lip and examined her nails, which were covered in strange designs, and Addy felt her heart drop.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean, do you want to go on a date or something?” Blue said. “Not to Nino’s, obviously.”
The whole world stopped.
This was not something that made logical sense, but Addy wanted it.
She’d been staring at Blue for too long. She had to say something.
“Like what, a date-date?” she said, trying to play it off as a joke, because there was no way that this girl, Blue, who was funny and lightning-fiery and really pretty, wanted to go on a date with Addy. In Henrietta.
“Yeah, a date-date,” Blue said.
Addy wasn’t gay. She should have said that, that she wasn’t gay, because she wasn’t. Except that she’d never really been sure of that, and she had really liked girls before, and she liked guys but maybe she liked everything. She was that type of person, wasn’t she, who wanted everything. Maybe it wasn’t so wrong and dirty like she’d thought.
She didn’t think two girls dating was wrong. She wasn’t some Southern poverty stereotype of a homophobic bigot. She just… She thought anything she felt was wrong. Why did she feel that? Why hadn’t she questioned it more? She liked questioning; why hadn’t she questioned this?
Blue seemed to think it was OK.
Blue seemed OK. More than OK.
“Yeah,” Addy said. “Sure. What time?”
“Oh God, who knows when I’m free,” Blue said, as if it was no big deal that they were two girls arranging a date. Although she was smiling a little sheepishly, which was really cute. “I have a million jobs and my aunts always need me to do something or other. Can I call you?”
Now that Addy was doing this, she wasn’t going to screw it up.
“I’ll call you,” she said. She’d have to get Gansey’s phone or something, but she’d manage it. “What’s your number?”
“Ooh, it’s in here,” Blue said. She went back to her bike basket and pulled out a business card, which was odd, but everything about her was delightfully odd. She handed it to Addy, who was still looking at her hair and wondering what it would be like to run her hands through it. Also, her heart was going a thousand miles a minute, and she thought she was going to pass out.
“I’ve gotta get back inside,” Blue said. “My manager is probably going to wonder why I took so long to grab my water bottle.”
“Yeah,” Addy said.
Blue leaned in, and Addy’s entire mind went blank- Jesus Christ, was Blue going to kiss her? She’d daydreamed about kissing girls, but to have it happen in reality would be overwhelming.
But Blue just whispered in her ear, “Call me soon,” and then turned around and headed back into Nino’s.
Once Blue was back inside, Addy released a huge breath, and clutched her chest. She was hyperventilating. That was probably not good.
Everything was racing. It wasn’t like she’d never thought about this before- girls. It had always been a nagging little worry at the back of her mind, but she hadn’t wanted yet another reason for people to hate her, something else for her dad to scream at her in disgust. And she’d kissed Ricky Jones after school that time in the eighth grade and had enjoyed it, so she’d thought that settled it.
It didn’t stop her staring at girls and dreaming about them, but there were other things to think about it. Getting into Aglionby and getting out of Henrietta, to be specific.
Blue’s pretty face had done all the deciding for her. This was a lot to think about. She kind of didn’t want to think about it, and she kind of wanted to neglect her homework and only think about it.
First things first: she was going to find a way to get one of the others’ phones so she could call Blue, maybe tomorrow. How was she going to explain it to them? They’d probably be fine with her being- what, gay? Or what did they call it when you could like both, bisexual? They were always congratulating themselves on being progressive. Plus, Gansey was a trans girl, and weren’t gay and trans people part of the same thing, same movement or whatever? Or was Addy being offensive and clueless? At the very least, she’d always gotten kind of a lesbian vibe from Rose. Or maybe she was being offensive again.
They would be fine with it. They would totally be fine with it.
She looked down at the business card with Blue’s number on it, and her eyes widened.
Well, there was another thing to think about.
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they don’t know each other very well yet at all and they haven’t yet formed a full picture of who the other is but they each like So Much about the other
adam sees the same things in blue that he sees in gansey, that she’s self-possessed and knows herself and looks on the outside like she feels inside and is confident and unafraid of being a little or a lot weird
he admires her so much he loves spending time around her and enjoying her energy and making conversation with her
and she likes So Much about him — she doesn’t know him much deeper than the face he shows to other people, she doesn’t see a lot of him & some of the things she likes about him are coping or defense mechanisms that aren’t good for him
but most of what she likes is the way he treats her, how he’s kind and gentle and sweet and compliments her and makes an effort to apologize when she’s hurt (albeit by gansey) and how he sent her flowers and was the first one to include her in the group and how he seems genuinely entranced by her (because he is) and doesn’t want her to change anything about herself to make herself palatable (because he doesn’t)
they’re kids who don’t know each other yet and the learning of each other’s three dimensions comes with its fair share of screwups and messiness but in the beginning here the fact that adam is attracted to blue’s confidence and sense of self while blue is attracted to adam’s kindness and thoughtfulness?? so good. they don’t have an incorrect picture of the other they just have an incomplete one
