arranbyrn:

imagine, if you will–

ronan walking into monmouth one day to find noah and adam asleep on the couch, adam is on his back with one arm dangling to the floor and one arm wrapped around noah, noah is on top of him with his face buried in adam’s neck. adam’s cheek is smooshed up against noah’s hair. ronan just has to silently be like 

he texts gansey from the floor, “help me”. gansey texts back, “so you saw them.” 

blue peeking in ronan’s room to find ronan and noah in bed together, asleep. neither have their shirts on nor are under the covers (it was a hot day). but still noah’s back is plastered up against ronan’s chest with his hands curled up to his own, ronan’s arms are caged around him. noah makes a noise in his sleep and shudders, ronan nuzzles into him from behind and they both relax again. blue has to run away and collapse on to gansey’s bed, screaming into a pillow. gansey just nods solemnly, “so you saw them.” 

gansey comes home one night to find the living room completely wrecked, bottles of alcohol, bags of chips, is that cake mix?, strewn everywhere. the only thing he can’t identify is the dark amorphous lump near the foot of his bed. upon closer inspection he sees that it’s noah and blue, asleep on the floor. they’re sharing a pillow and using a twister mat (where did they get that?) as a blanket. blue’s hair is sticking up at all angles. some of her infamous clips have found their way into noah’s hair. they’re facing each other, embraced, noses practically touching. he wants to get them a real blanket and at least another pillow, though he doesn’t want to disturb them. he gets out his phone to take a photo, instead.  

one late, late night, the gang is crammed into a booth at a 24 hour diner. gansey, on his fourth cup of coffee, is talking animatedly about something when noah suddenly topples over on to him, curling inward and grabbing a fistful of gansey’s shirt as he settles, content and fast asleep. blue has to shove her fist into her mouth to keep from shrieking, adam badly stifles a loud snort, ronan is debating whether to throw a chair through the window or set the table on fire. gansey gives them all a bone-chilling death glare that says, don’t you dare wake up this baby on my shoulder.

anyway the moral of the story is that alive!noah is a serial snuggle monster prone to falling asleep on his friends at any time, any place. and no one can handle how cute it’s very painful.