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no place for promises

chapter 27: on the come up

Warnings: / (heed tags for further information) You can read it on AO3

“What the fuck, Dad?” Stiles asks in lieu of a greeting. He slams the letter on the little table next to his hospital bed. The glass rattles against the water bottle. His palm stings from the impact. “Peter Hale? You take money from Peter Hale?” There is a lot he would like to add, mostly asking if his dad suffered from dwindling sanity. Still, even he realizes that would be in poor taste, so he allows Theo to pull him back by his upper arm before that pisses him off too, and he slaps his hand away. He told him to wait in the car, but it’s not like Theo listens to him. Ever.

His dad considers him like he always does when confronted with one of his tantrums; a quiet, steady expression that is nowhere here nor there. His sheriff facade. Being too soft would make Stiles blow up, being too strict would make him only more defiant. “Kiddo,” he says in a tone that is somehow both stern and understanding, “I didn’t know the money came from Peter Hale.”

Biting away a scoff, Stiles crosses his arms. “A random Italian fashion company pays for our bills, and you just let them?” He didn’t let them. Stiles knows he didn’t. His dad investigated, hence the lawyer’s letter. And yet. The anger sits on an oil spill. It has been sitting there for a while, constantly threatening to slosh over. But now it’s more like whatever used to protect his anger is held together with cheap glue and rips open by the smallest of disturbances. 

“I did not.” There’s a sharpness in his dad’s voice that hasn’t been there before, and he sits up a bit further, forcing the pillows to comply with his elbow. “They refused to reverse the money. I contacted our lawyer to see if there’s a way to force their hand.” But there wasn’t. Peter made sure of that. “After I learned that, I tried to contact the owner of the company, but as you figured out, that was a dead-end too.”

Stiles runs his fingers through his hair. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He can’t believe he didn’t mention anything. It’s Peter Hale. The guy comes with bad news attached to his hip.

“Because you don’t need to know everything.”

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à la folie

part 1/5: pas du tout

Warnings: / (heed tags for further information)

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There’s a calculated risk in calling Lydia after twelve a.m. She either picks up wide awake reading some research paper or she’ll bring God’s righteous fury upon whoever dares to disturb her beauty sleep. Not that she needs any. Which he told her. He’s smooth like that sometimes. Didn’t help at all. She made him carry her shopping bags four weekends in a row. He hadn’t known how heavy designer clothes and shoes could be until he’s heaved them around for four hours straight - and to add insult to injury Natalie made him carry hers as well. For being a bad influence on her daughter. He doesn’t understand why people are so judgmental. All he wants is to keep this town safe and wholesome.

“Stiles, this bet-“

“He’s back.”

Lydia lets out a breath. “Who’s back?”

Stiles walks to his desk and glances out the window. At the corner of their street, in front of a creepy white van, parks a black truck. He didn’t go and check the license plate to be a hundred percent sure because he didn’t need to. Out of a sea of black trucks, he would recognise this one immediately. It has this very special kind of aura.

“Theo,” he says turning his back to the window. They defeated the beast four days ago. He is finally allowed back to school after staying home to rest. Luckily, the shard of glass didn’t damage anything vital. It still hurts like a bitch. And Theo is supposed to be gone.

“What do you mean, he’s back?”

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Delivery [Topping #4]

“Hoping for more good days, just hold my hand and smile….”

Shin Yoomi is a struggling student with no living relatives to help support her. She’s lonely, stressed and beyond broke. Enter Jung Hoseok, via a pizza delivery. When the pink haired delivery boy shows up at the wrong dorm room, the pair immediately hit it off, and Yoomi finds herself finally trusting in someone, and maybe even discovers the little piece of hope she was missing, delivered right to her very own door.

pairings: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) x OC genre: fluff, romance parts: #1 | #3 | #5

Yoomi was utterly amazed as they entered what was probably the fanciest place she had ever stepped foot in, in her entire 21 years of being alive. Fontaine was an extravagant restaurant, decorated with various tones of wine red and white, the feel of it simple yet elegant. And way out of Yoomi's league... her yellow sundress was painfully bright and plain to look at under the soft lighting of such a fancy place.

She stuck out like a sore thumb. The look on the hostess's face confirmed as much when the neatly dress woman gave her a once over that wasn't necessarily rude, but definitely slightly disapproving.

"Do you have a reservation?"

Hoseok gave the woman a pleasant smile and nodded, pulling Yoomi closer by the hand, his grip tightening encouragingly over hers. "Jung, party of two."

"Jung?" The lady's eyes widened just a fraction before she put a broad smile and straightened her shoulders up. "Of course, right this way Mr. Jung."

Yoomi found her behavior to be a little odd, but followed along graciously with the pink haired boy, his hair standing out rather nicely against the atmosphere of such a nice place, completely unlike her choice of clothing.

When they reached the table reserved for them, it was in a small corner of the restaurant, secluded from the rest of the guests, but still open enough for them to get the full experience.

Like the gentlemen he was, Hoseok pulled Yoomi's chair out for her, and gentle nudged her in before taking his place across from her.

"Here are your menus. There's a bottle of wine on the house, and your waiter will be with you in a moment." The hostess bowed politely and walked away, throwing an awed glance back at their table, one that was hard for Yoomi to miss.

"Pick out whatever you like, okay?" Hoseok grinned, reaching over to grab the bottle of wine from the ice box and plopping it open skillfully. Yoomi felt so out of place watching him pour the cream colored liquid into her glass halfway before pouring some for himself.

"I take it you come here often..." She managed to breathe out, a bit amazed by her surroundings.

Hoseok shook his head, shrugging as he took a sip of his wine. "Not really."

She wanted to point out how the people who worked there seemed to know who he was, but she kept that to herself and returned his smile with a sheepish one of her own, taking a tentative sip of her drink.

The wine went down her throat smoothly and Yoomi paused for a moment afterward, a euphoric feeling filling her. This was the first time she had ever had anything so pleasant to drink, she knew instantly that it must have been super expensive.

As she opened the menu to glance at all of the gourmet dishes, Yoomi was reminded of the fact that she had only had a sandwich that afternoon for lunch... that all she ever really ate was either a sandwich or ramen. Seeing all of the delicious foods, beautifully photographed beside the name and description of the dish, left her mouth watering.

She ended up ordering more than she intended to when the waiter came, and felt bad for imposing so much. But, Hoseok didn't bat an eyelash at her for her choice in foods, he even found it endearing that she had such a big appetite.

It wasn't until the check came and Yoomi caught a glimpse of the... outrageous bill, that the gravity of the situation hit her to its full extent. It didn't seem like it would be a lot of money, but given the class of the restaurant, she should have known better.

She reached into the small purse she had strapped around her shoulder, knowing it would have been useless to do so, since all she had were a few loose coins and bills in her wallet.

"Will this be on your father's tab, Mr. Jung?" The waiter asked when he returned for the check. Yoomi frowned at hearing those words and gave Hoseok a confused look.

Does his father come here a lot, then? She pondered as Hoseok shook his head, pulling out his own wallet and handing the waiter his card.

"No, this is my date, so it's my bill to cover, like a man should." He smiled, and the waiter nodded in approval before stepping away to charge his card.

Yoomi continued to give Hoseok a look until he tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner.

"What's up, Miss Bunny?"

"I'm sorry for ordering so much and making spend a fortune on one meal..."

Hoseok chuckled and reached across the table for her hand, to which she slipped hers into his in response. "It wasn't a fortune, don't worry about it. I'm glad you were able to enjoy so much food."

She flushed at his words and kept her mouth shut about the matter afterward, graciously accepting Hoseok's treats.

It was easy for her to tell at that point, if she hadn't already been able to make the assumption. Hoseok was rather well off, or at least his family was. It made her curious as to why he worked as a Delivery Boy on campus, since it didn't seem like he needed the money.

It wasn't like his little gig would earn him much extra.

But, she supposed he was a man allowed to do as he pleased, so she wouldn't question it any further.

"Come on." After the waiter returned with Hoseok's card, he stood up from his seat and walked around to pull Yoomi's chair out and help her up. "I still have a special place to take you."

--

Just like Hoseok had told her, the place was off campus, but much closer in than the restaurant he took her to. It was in an almost deserted area, not much life or business left to the little corner of town, aside from one take-out restaurant and a run down PC room.

Between those two places was an abandoned shop, Yoomi could tell. Mostly likely unused for quite a few years, with a boarded up door and faded letters on the window, that were now eligible aside from the word 'Dance'.

She gave Hoseok a glance, confused as to why they were at such a forlorn location, not another soul in sight, but her breath caught in her throat when she saw the nostalgic look on his face, his cheeks flushed and a small smile gracing his heart shaped lips.

Her hand was still inside of his and she felt him squeeze it tightly before he led her closer to the building, close enough to see inside the clouded glass windows. She could make out a long wall with a mirror across the expanse of it, their reflection through the window barely visible in the darkness.

She could already tell that this place was special for him, without him having already told her.

"Back when my father first relocated himself in Seoul, the rest of the family would stay here with him during school vacations, and every summer he would have Mama take me here three times a week to dance. I was six the first time I came."

Yoomi didn't know how to respond, so she allowed him to tell his story to her, quietly listening to his words. He let go of her hand briefly to reach out and trace the letters on the window, a sigh escaping him.

"Mrs. Seo, the instructor, passed away when I was fourteen, and the place closed down. Her son tried to reopen it, but it just wasn't the same."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Hoseok..." She trailed off, so unsure of what to say. It had been a long time, she didn't know what to say that wouldn't have already been said to him about it. And, she didn't want to ruin the moment by saying something wrong. He had brought her there to share something about his childhood with her, she knew that much.

He shook his head and turned to her with another one of his big grins, almost catching her off-guard with his quick change in demeanor. "My dream is to open this place back up and start a dance studio of my own."

"You should do that. I think you would make a great studio." She smiled back genuinely, this time taking the initiated to hold his hand again, on her own.

He gave her a grateful smile but shrugged his shoulders. "I doubt that would be a possibility for me."

"Why not?"

He grew silent again, glancing back at the window with a look of contemplation set in his features. "It's a long story. I'll tell you one day."

Not wanting to press it further, Yoomi did the only other thing her head could think of to do, other than speak mindlessly. She stepped forward to give him a hug, hoping that would possibly bring a little bit of comfort to him, and show that he could trust her, even if they hadn't known each other for very long.

He had already trusted her with this little piece of information, and she was happy to have him do so.

He returned the hug easily, wrapping his arms around her tightly and leaning his head on top of hers, breathing in her scent. "Thank you."

She didn't respond back, just allowed him to hold her for however long he wanted or needed to. And when he did pull away finally, he still kept one on hand on her waist so their bodies were only inches apart. His other hand went up to cup her cheek and she looked up at him, her cheeks flushing as their eyes met.

"Can I kiss you?"

His question made her heart pound inside of her chest, and she couldn't quite find the words to speak, but she did know she wanted him to. She nodded in reply, closing her eyes tightly when he began to lean down.

She knew she probably looked like a child, clearly freaking out of being kissed, but it was her first kiss, and it was with the first boy she ever had a crush on, and she was frazzled.

Hoseok chuckled, her expression cute in his eyes before he let his lips connect with hers in a very brief peck so he didn't overwhelm her. She kept her eyes shut tight even after he pulled back and let out a laugh. "Aigoo, Miss Bunny is just too cute. My heart can't take this."

"Yah!" She yelped when he reached up to pinch her nose, her eyes opening just to glare at him playfully, praying that the blush in her cheeks weren't nearly as bright and red as she felt they were.

"Alright, cutie. Let's get you home before campus curfew."

She let him take her hand in his again for the last time that evening and guide her home, an unspoken agreement formed between them for many more dates to come.

Tears

"Get out" she screamed. James and Meowth winced, snapping shut the door to prevent Jessie's boot from hitting them. They jumped as the the projectile thumped against the door.

"Meowth, maybe you could give us a minute."

"She's all yours Jimmy boy. Good Luck." he said as he waddled down the hall. James listened, but no sound was coming from their room. He pressed his ear to the door, there was no yelling, so he figured it was safe to enter. As he let himself into their room he saw Jessie sprawled across the bed, quietly sobbing. This was new, he had seen Jessie cry lots of times in the field, usually out of fear or frustration, but this was different, his heart hurt listening to her muffled sobs.

"Jessie, what wrong?" Jessie looked at him, than turned her head away.

"You wouldn't understand, you've never been in love." Oh, so that was it. Jessie had been in love before, but if it didn't work out she usually just shrugged it off, this time must have been bad.

"Your wrong, you know" he said crawling onto the bed and sitting next to her "I know what it's like to chase their smile, how it hurts to breathe because you think your heart is going to beat right out of your chest, and I know how bad the pain is when they don't feel the same way." She had stopped crying, and she was looking at him like she had never seen him before.

"Jessie, why don't you tell me what happened?" Jessie sniffed a few times.

"There is nothing to tell. I met this boy. I thought he liked me, I really did, but ..." she seemed to lose her voice, the tears gathered in her eyes and she was crying once more. He rubbed her back, trying to calm her.

"Hey, if he couldn't see how fabulous you are, then he wasn't the right one." This seemed to make her cry even harder. James stayed right beside her until her tears were spent. Some time later she asked,

"James, you said you've been in love before, who was she?"

"Uh, well" he said looking down, then he took a strand of hair and tucked it behind her ear "just a strong, sassy, crimson haired girl."

"Oh, James" she said, pouncing across the bed and capturing him in a hard embrace. James pulled her close, he didn't mind that she was squeezing all the air out of him, he was exactly where he wanted to be.

(A03)

Midnight - Adam Stanheight / Reader

You woke up, hot and hungry. Your dinner last night was small, and you were regretting eating so little. At first it was just an assumption that, maybe you’d be okay until morning, but now you weren’t so sure. You reached for the lamp on the bedside table, but it didn’t turn on. Miserably, you turned the switch several more times, to no avail. You decided that the lamp was broken and lazily searched for your mobile phone. It should have been in the drawer, but alas, you found it empty. It was then that you realized you would have to get up. That should have been given from the beginning however, seeing as you did not have your fridge in your bedroom. Reluctantly you left the warmth of the bed, and the comfort of your boyfriend.

The air was chilly, because you and Adam had left the windows open after nearly burning the eggs from dinner. Now you wished you hadn’t done that. You stumbled through the laundry mess and over to the door, where you stretched out an arm fearlessly. Your fingers fumbled with the light switch, which was sticky, and finally forced it up. The lights remained off, much to your disapproval.

Frowning, you thought about your situation. The lamp and the ceiling lights weren’t working, there was a raging thunderstorm outside as well. The rain pounded on the rooftop, and sent raindrops spiraling into the living room, probably drenching the couch and the rug by now. Perhaps, the power had gone out?

You headed into the kitchen, not wanting to deal with the wet furniture by the window, and ate a quick snack which consisted of (favorite crackers) and a glass of water. When you came back, you heard Adam ask, “Did your lamp turn on?”

“No,” you answered flatly, not even registering the fact that Adam was awake right now.

“What were you doing?”

“Eating,” you said sincerely. “I think the power’s out,” you added dishearteningly.

“Well,” Adam grumbled. “It was probably the storm. Oh shit, the windows are open!”

“Yeah,” you replied desolately. “Everything’s drenched.”

“Great.” Adam stretched out an arm towards you but you couldn’t see it. “Come’re.”

You tried to look for him in the darkness, but didn’t succeed in the slightest. You reached for the light switch automatically. The lights did not turn on. “Okay.”

You stumbled through the room blindly, arms outstretched and head ducked down so as to not hit it against anything. This proved difficult because now you couldn’t see where you were going. But this wouldn’t have mattered anyway, even if you’d had your head up; you couldn’t see in the darkness either.

After some shuffling around aimlessly, you found the bottom of the bed, and hauled yourself onto it. Crawling over to the pillows, you tried to find Adam with your hands. Your attempts were futile, so you just focused on going up; straight to the headboard. This was an easy task, it was afterwards that was hard.

“I can’t see you, baby,” you pointed out in annoyance. You weren’t annoyed at Adam, but rather the situation.

“Here,” Adam said from somewhere to the left of you. He reached out, seemingly confident that he could find you, and was extremely disappointed. “Okay. Fair enough.”

But this did not satisfy you. You wouldn’t give up that easily. You leaned to the right stiffly, your arms straight out like sticks. You waved them around recklessly, until one of your hands flew into the headboard with a thwack. It hurt more than it should have, and you flinched, sucking in a sharp breath. You pulled your arms to your sides, and clutched your left hand to your chest.

“Are you okay?” Adam asked you in alarm. He was sitting up now, but you, unfortunately, couldn’t see him. “Y/N? What happened?”

“Nothing,” you muttered, your hand throbbing painfully. Maybe you had hit it a little harder than you’d first thought. “Where are you?”

“I’m over here,” Answered Adam.

“Over where?”

“On the right.”

“Well, that doesn’t help me. Are you IN the bed?”

Adam laughed. “Of course I’m IN it. Why would I be out in the cold?”

Sliding over, you crashed into your boyfriend. “Oh!” You exclaimed. “F-Found you.”

Adam tried to wrap an arm around your shoulders, but only ended up hitting you over the head with his elbow. You grunted, and a million little apologies erupted from Adam instantaneously. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, oh god, did I hurt you?”

“No,” you assured him vehemently. “It’s fine.”

You snuggled up against Adam clumsily, and after a couple of seconds you managed to rest your head on his shoulder. You helped him find your waist, and he put his arm around it gently. “I love you,” Adam said into the darkness suddenly.

It didn’t surprise you to hear that; he always tried to express himself as much as possible. The only thing that surprised you was that he was choosing now to do it. Either way, of course, you would never pass up the opportunity to reply to that. “I love you, too, Adam,” you whispered happily.

“What time is it?” He inquired. “It looks like it’s two AM.”

“I don’t know,” you responded irritatedly. “I can’t find my goddamn phone.”

“No worries,” Adam said and pulled away from you, making your entire right side cold. He went rummaging around in his drawer for a couple of seconds, then cursed. “Mine’s not here either.”

“Well, sh-”

“Wait a minute,” he interrupted. “I can’t find you anymore…”

Your hopes had been crushed. For a moment, you’d thought Adam had found something related to the time, but he wasn’t even thinking about that anymore. You sighed. “Who’s fault is that?”

Adam only tried to kiss you in response. You figured this out when he asked, “Where’s your head?”

“Uhh.” You couldn’t think of a way to answer that. “I don’t know. Where’s YOUR head?”

“Right here,” Adam’s voice sounded right in front of you, making you flinch in surprise. You hadn’t been expecting him to be so close.

“Oh… I didn’t see you there.”

“Wow,” Adam whispered wryly. “It’s almost like… the lights are off.”

You chuckled halfheartedly. “Can… Can I go back to sleep now?” You wondered tiredly. You had work in the morning, and you would have loved to get some beauty sleep before then.

“Awe,” Adam sighed disappointedly. “You want to leave me in the darkness?”

“I want to go to sleep,” you retorted.

Adam stared at you - well in the general direction of you. “But I don’t want you to go…” he whispered.

“I’m not going anywhere. But you’ll have all the time in the world to talk to me tomorrow.”

“Wait,” Adam insisted.

“You should get some rest, too, you know,” you added.

“I’ll go back to sleep,” Adam assured you unconvincingly. “There’s something I want to do first…”

“What?”

“Come here,” Adam told you firmly.

Scoffing, you asked annoyedly, “How? How do you expect me to find you when I can barely see my hands in front of my own eyes?”

“Like this,” Adam leaned forward, using your voice to guide him, and then satisfyingly started kissing you - or was it so satisfying?

His mouth had NEARLY made it to yours, but it hadn’t overall. He had managed to find the corner of your mouth, but mostly your left cheek. You turned your head to the left, connecting your lips to his. You were finding this situation quite comedic, despite it being almost embarrassing.

You both shared a long kiss. Adam pushed you down so that you were on your back with your arms around his shoulders. “Are you SURE I can’t convince you to stay up with me?”

Instinctively you tilted your head back to look at the digital clock that was on your nightstand. It was blank, and you were reminded abruptly of the electricity being out. “Adam-”

Adam kissed you again, surprisingly getting on your lips this time. You could feel the smirk forming on his face. It made his kissing less aggressive but you enjoyed it. “Are you REALLY sure?”

Adam was starting to make you question your responsibility. You did have work in the morning, and sleep really would be beneficial for the both of you, but right now… you would easily stay awake with Adam… In other words, you weren’t sure you could not be convinced to stay awake with Adam. “Well,” you said sheepishly, a light blush covering your cheeks. It was invisible in the darkness. “I guess it won’t hurt this one time…”

Adam was thrilled with this revelation. He started kissing you again, but his lips were off centered. You laughed a little at this, and turned his head slightly to the right. “I’m HERE, baby.”

Faulkner grumbled, seemingly embarrassed. “Sorry. I can’t see what I’m doing.”

You put your hands in his hair. “No worries. I don’t mind.”

Adam slid his hands up your shirt, and you leaned further into the mattress, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your skin. You kissed him harder, deeper. You couldn’t even begin to express just how much you loved him - but damn it was certainly a lot.

The atmosphere had become heated by now. Your lips were moving fast, and your breathing was coming out in short intervals between kisses. When Adam spoke again, it was only to say, “I love you so much, Y/N.”

Your heart swelled happily at his words. You felt so warm every time he said them. “I love you so much, too,” you gasped back.

“How much later do you plan on staying up?”

You thought about it for a short moment. “Well, I should probably be going back to sl-”

Before the words had left your mouth, your phone started buzzing from somewhere beneath you. “What’s that?” Adam inquired.

“My alarm,” you muttered reluctantly. “Telling me I have work.” “Oh…” Adam sounded heartbroken. “You have to leave now?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that sucks.”

Adam sat up, releasing you from his firm grasp, and allowed you to move around. You got on the floor and began feeling around for your phone. You found it under the bed, with fourteen percent of the battery. “Fuck!”

You were glad to see, however, the time! It was six AM. You couldn’t believe four hours had passed since waking up.

Adam crawled over. “What happened?”

You sat up, and ran into him. “Oof!”

Adam tumbled back. “Ow.”

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, getting to your feet and attempting to find the bed. You gave up halfway, and turned on your phone flashlight.

Finally, light was poured into the room. In the dim light of your phone flashlight, you could see Adam on his back, his head furthest away from you, with his hands over his face. The entire room was mostly covered in blackness still but at least you could see what was in front of you now. “Are you okay?”

Adam sat up. “Yeah. I think so… Thanks for the smack…”

You wandered over to the light switch and gave it a shove. You did not know what you had been expecting, but the lights all remained turned off. “I’m going to work,” you called over your shoulder.

Adam chased after you. “Wait!” He grabbed his flannel from off the floor, and slung it over his shoulders. “Don’t leave without breakfast.”

“Baby. I have breakfast on the way, silly.”

Adam scowled at you. “Okay, well, at least give me a hug.”

You rolled your eyes, but you pulled your boyfriend into a loving embrace. “Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You made for the door hastily, not really intending to be in any kind of hurry, and stepped out of the apartment. You enjoyed working at your job, but… you would much rather be at home with Adam, and you weren’t going to deny it: you were excited for the time when you had to come home.

Coffee Date - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N this story was inspired by the song Here With Me by Marshmello. Lol I know I'm old school...

It had been a year since the tragic events of Jigsaw. Adam Faulkner Stanheight was recovering decently, at least it appeared. There were less nightmares occurring, and almost no more mental breaks. But this didn’t make life any easier. Your feelings for each other were one of the biggest problems to be resolved, if only one of you could start the conversation.

It was a quiet, misty, Saturday morning, as you waited in the cafe for Adam. He had agreed to meet for coffee at eleven. You were on time, and it didn’t surprise you to see that Adam was late. What did surprise you was how late Adam wasn’t. He could have been ten minutes late, or maybe even five, but not today. He was only one minute late, and that didn’t seem like it was that bad to you, though it was a first.

Adam walked through the double doors smoothly, the wind blowing his flannel back and whipping his hair into his eyes. The sunlight was behind him at an angle, casting shadow over the entire front of his body.

You shifted in your seat to gaze at him. He went striding confidently over to the counter, put his elbow on it casually, and ordered something quietly, then looked around the room.

His dark, searching eyes found yours and he pushed himself away from the counter, to you.

You spun your stool around to face him. You looked up into Adam’s face timidly. Adam was a very nice guy, who didn’t give a fuck about opinions or whatever you were like on the inside, but some how you got all shy around him anyway.

Adam’s air of boldness seemed very natural, like he didn’t have to think about it at all. But his demeanor always changed whenever he was near you. You weren’t sure the reason for it… or perhaps you didn’t want to be sure.

The barista called his name, and he went to retrieve his coffee. You hadn’t ordered anything; all you wanted was some quality time with Adam.

Faulkner sat across from you, and tipped his coffee to you. “Greetings,” he said formally.

Heart beating and lungs collapsing, you felt an adrenaline rush. Just hearing his voice made you enlightened. You felt like ANYTHING was possible!

You nodded respectfully back. “Greetings.”

He gazed out the window. “It’s a beautiful day for a walk.”

You shuddered. “No. Too cold.”

Adam fixed his eyes on you. “So, how’s the morning going for you? I heard there was traffic on the way.”

“Oh yeah,” you huffed. “Road work. How ‘bout you?”

“Tired. Was up ‘til three producing pictures. I think they turned out pretty good.”

There was delight on his face, as he thought about last night. That smile on his face was perfect. You loved seeing it. Sighing happily, you put your cheek in your hand. “I’m sorry it’s been so long. Family business got in the way. But I’m glad we could see each other today,” you informed him.

“Ah, the damn family!” Adam exclaimed sarcastically. “You gotta watch out for them.” He bopped your nose.

You laughed, Adam seemed thrilled by that. He smiled at you in amusement. “But I do suppose they aren’t that bad,” he added, and took a sip of his coffee.

He examined you while you gazed out the foggy window. You were aware of his gaze traveling down you, but you WANTED him to do it. You lifted up your arms a little bit so that he could get a really good view of your side profile. It was working.

“Sooo,” you drawled slowly. “Any exciting plans for next week?”

Adam stirred his coffee gently, and said, “I was thinking about getting coffee on Saturday.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s specific. Why are you planning things a week in advance?”

“I want to go with someone.” He looked directly into your eyes.

“Oh…” Your heart sank into your stomach. “Do I know them?”

“I’d hope so,” Adam replied wittily. “It’d be pretty hard to do anything if you didn’t know them.”

“Who are you talking about? My guardian angel?” You shot back.

Adam smirked. “Not your guardian angel. Mine.”

“Huh?” You asked dumbly.

Adam gave you a disbelieving glance, as if to say ‘are you shitting me?’

In a nicer tone, he asked blatantly, with a hint of sarcasm, “Will you get coffee with me on Saturday, dumbass?”

Your eyes stretched wide as the breath was knocked from your body. You gaped at him. “W-What? You’re not serious.”

“Hey,” Adam suddenly changed the subject.

Fuck, you realized miserably. My chance is gone! I should have just said yes! Now how do I tell him I want to go? It’s his time, so it’d look inconsiderate, if I asked to JOIN him during his weekend.

But then on the other hand, if I don’t bring it up he might think I’m not interested. Maybe he’ll ask SOMEONE ELSE!? But what do I do?

Adam nudged you in the ribs softly with his elbow. “ ‘Can I tell you somethin’ just between you and me’,” he sang clumsily.

You chuckled, confused. “Marshmello?”

Adam shrugged, and pointed to the ceiling. “What? I’m not the radio station.”

You realized then that it was the song playing above. “Oh. Yeah, I guess I’m not really observant,” you mocked yourself self-consciously.

Adam didn’t like that. “Not funny. You are observant. And smart. And beautiful. And that’s why this song is PERFECT for us.”

You stared at him. Adam had a good voice for singing, but he always dismissed it self-consciously. “How so?”

“ ‘When I hear your voice I know I’m finally free’,” Adam said with a smile. Slowly, he got up from the chair he was sitting in, and made his way over to you. “ ‘Every single word is perfect as it can be. And I need you here with me’.” He straddled you, and you leaned into the chairback.

You pushed Adam back embarrassedly. “Stop,” you grumbled.

“Come on, sing the next part.”

“No. Not with everybody here.”

“Hurry up. You’ll miss the line!” He insisted.

Before you knew it, you had the words out of your mouth in an instant. “ ‘When you lift me up, I know that I’ll never fall’.”

Adam brushed a hand through your hair. You loved the tingles it gave you. “A-Adam-”

“-What? Does that feel good?” Stanheight interrupted. “I know it does.”

Alarmed, you asked, “Wait, but…How-”

“-Didn’t have to know. I just… knew you liked it.” You blinked at him in astonishment, but before you could say anything, he added, “I’m way too cool, you can say it.”

“ ‘I can speak to you by sayin’ nothing at all’.” You thought it was appropriate to finish the lyrics. “ ‘Every single time I find it harder to breathe. ‘Cause I need you here with me. Everyday’…”

Adam leaned in, and started singing along with you. “ ‘You’re saying the words that I want you to say. There’s a pain in my heart and it won’t go away. Now I know I’m fallin’ in deep. ‘Cause I need you here with me’.”

You grinned at him. “What are you doing?” You asked him eventually.

“What do you mean? I’m falling in love. That’s what I'm doing.”

“ ‘F-Falling in love’? With who?” You stammered incapably. You were unable to believe your ears.

“With you,” Adam told you softly.

You narrowed your eyes. “What are you on about?”

Adam only tilted his head at you in disbelief. “ ‘I think I see your face in every place that I go’.” He winked at you. “ ‘I try to hide it but I know that it’s gonna show’.” He gave you a worried glance and an apathetic shrug. “ ‘Every single night I find it harder to sleep. ‘Cause I need you here with me’.” He lifted your hand up to his lips, and looked at you over your knuckles. You got goosebumps. “ ‘Everyday’.”

Extreme embarrassment flooded you, you didn’t know where to look except for back into Adam’s eyes. You forced yourself to sing with him, but it was only out of nervousness more than anything else. “ ‘You’re sayin’ the words that I want you to say. There’s a pain in my heart and it won’t go away. Now I know I’m fallin’ in deep.‘Cause I need you here with me’.”

“There you go,” Adam whispered quietly, a small smile of approval on his face. “Now you’re getting it.”

You gritted your teeth and glanced at your lap. You laughed awkwardly. “I’m just… singing ‘cause you are… It’s not like… I would be usually, or anything…”

“I like it.” Adam cast a glance at your lips briefly, and you felt your heart start up. Excitement sparked in your stomach, and rushed through your brain as Adam leaned in close. He pulled his fingers through your fingers.

The cool air coming from an open window helped you to concentrate on the situation. You were burning up from the blood rush. You focused on the smells of chocolate and coffee in the background, and tried not to think about how close you were to Adam Stanheight.

Adam brushed his thumb across the back of your hand slowly. You gasped and looked back at him. “What were you thinking of, off in dream land? Whatever it was, it got you really far from here… From me.”

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled.

Adam only leaned back, and said calmly, “ ‘Can I tell you somethin’ just between you and me’?” His voice was low and seductive. “Can I? Would you allow that of me?”

You squirmed underneath him. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I’m really, really… fond of you…” His warm breath slunk past your sensitive lips.

You squeaked. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Woah,” you breathed. “W-What do I even-”

Adam continued on as if nothing had happened, interrupting you casually, but not rudely. “ ‘When I hear your voice, I know I’m finally free. Every single word is perfect as it can be’.”

“ ‘And I need you here with me’,” you finished his sentence carefully.

“What about that date?” Adam asked you after a little while of silence.

Excitement rushed you. You couldn’t believe he was asking again! “Yes!” You blurted; you were not about to lose this opportunity. You put all the emotion you could into your voice. “I’ll be there!”

Adam stood up then, leaving you feeling sweaty and nervous. And not to mention, a cold place on your thighs. “So,” he said. “You have a friend coming over tonight?”

“Uh…” you stared at the table. “I was supposed to but they canceled at the last second. How did you know that?”

“I overheard,” Adam shrugged. “But I was hoping you’d come over to my place tonight.”

“I don’t think I should. I don’t want to bother you, you know…” you stumbled over your words hastily.

Adam put his arms over his chest, and looked at you condescendingly, with one eyebrow raised and glint in his eyes. “I need you here with me,” he repeated seriously.

You scrambled to your feet. “Alright. I’ll go. I’m excited.”

Adam took your hips and pulled you close. His breath was drifting past you, making you fidgety. Ominously, and very enticingly, he whispered into your ready ear, “Oh, I’d sure hope so, Y/N.”

Memory - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N this was inspired by Taylor Swift's song 'Red'

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You picked up the newspaper. It was wrinkled and cold, and aged to fit the part. You still couldn’t believe it had been so long since the accident. You still felt empty sometimes, but now that it was over, it was a little bit more manageable. Jigsaw had been arrested this time, finally. At least, that’s what it said three years ago, perhaps it wasn’t still true.

As you looked at the picture on the front page, you felt cold chills surge up inside you. It was a picture of Adam Faulkner Stanheight, in one of his more casual looks. He was smiling awkwardly, looking at the camera reluctantly, almost like he didn’t want his picture taken. You had taken it, and you remembered that moment vividly.

You had accompanied him to one of his client’s places. You had attended just for fun, despite having no real purpose being there. Adam was glad you were there, though. You both had a bunch of fun, messing around with the camera, laughing and taking selfies. Of course, this was after Adam’s photoshoot of his client. You had felt so happy, so refreshed then.

Adam had dared you to take a good picture of him. He had given you the camera, but he didn’t believe you could do it. You waited for a long time, never once keeping your eyes off your boyfriend, just waiting for the right time. You made a couple of jokes, and off-handed comments, trying to distract Adam from you.

“You can’t get me by surprise,” Adam said. “I’m too wary…”

“I don’t know about that,” you replied.

Adam raised an eyebrow at you. But little did he know, you had already outsmarted him. “Are you gonna have a smoke?”

“What?” He wondered. “I didn’t bring any cigarettes with me-”

“Are you sure about that? You know I always keep a few on me… Just for YOU.” You reached into your back pocket and held out a cigarette.

Adam eyed it distrustfully and then said, “Why… Why do you WANT me to take it? This is unlike you…”

“Well… Can you say no to this?”

Adam took it from you. “Not if you push it into my face… It’s a good thing I always keep a lighter on me for scenarios like these.”

You smirked. “Of course I do. Go on. I’ve got all the time in the world.”

Adam tilted his head at you. “What the hell? Why are you so eager for me to start smoking? This isn’t something normal.”

“No,” you assured him. “You just… look really hot when you're smoking…”

Adam laughed, and you raised the camera.

Snap!

One single picture of your beautiful boyfriend. He looked embarrassed to realize your words. “Oh, you don’t mean that…”

“Yes, I do,” you whispered. “I got a picture of you. It looks really good, baby.”

Adam grimaced, and nearly dropped his lighter. “You can’t be serious! There’s no way you got a photo. I look disgusting!”

You shook your head. “No, you don’t.”

“I love you,” you whispered the next part in real life, as you came out of your flashback.

“ ‘I love you, too,’ he said.”

The newspaper in your hands was claiming the tragic death of your beloved boyfriend, giving the grim details of Jigsaw’s game.

That moment in the client’s backyard came flooding you again. You could hear Adam’s voice in your ears loudly. “I love you, too.”

Fuck…

His hands traveled down your jaw, his eyes shining. He had pinned you to the grass after you took the picture. “Who gives a damn about the cigarette at this point? You’re looking so fuckable right now.”

You squeaked, and laughed. “No. You’re just saying that.”

“Show me the picture.”

“Okay.” You fumbled with the camera before flipping through its contents and selecting the last one. You held it up for Adam to see.

He looked at it halfheartedly. “Well, I guess I don’t look like a mess in that one. But… I still look stupid.”

You cupped his cheek. “What? No, you don’t! Of course you don’t! Come on, when will you see yourself the way I see you? You’re beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful!”

“ ‘Hardly’.” Your voice echoed around the apartment, and you sighed sadly.

Where are you, Adam? I miss you. It’s getting lonely in here.

You put the newspaper on the counter again, Adam’s secondhand smoke filling your nose and his touch corrupting your nerves. You were pulled back into the memory.

“Adam,” you grumbled unhappily, feeling your boyfriend’s breath on your neck. “Stop being so negative about yourself. You’re better than that!”

“Fine, for now.” Adam shrugged, and then started kissing you roughly on your skin.

You groaned and leaned your head back. His lips traveled down to your collar bones, and you let him have his way with you. It felt so good. “Oh, baby…”

“Hm? Like that? Good thing we’re here all by ourselves…” He glanced over at his client, who gagged, and pointed to the driveway. He was trying to indicate that, if they were gonna fuck, they were gonna have to leave. “Alright. Maybe not,” Adam added and sat up.

Your cheeks were hot and flushed, you could barely breathe. “O-Okay… Yeah, let’s leave… I… Want you now…”

Adam gathered himself up. “Sure thing, princess/prince.”

You cringed. “Don’t call me that.”

Adam smirked. “My princess/prince.”

You dashed across the yard. “Catch me!”

The flashback ended suddenly as you felt strong arms wrap around you. That familiar tangy scent wreathed around you enticingly. You melted into the embrace. “ ‘Easy. I’m faster than you anyway’...”

That was the response he gave you that day.

“Adam!” You flung yourself around and hugged him tightly.

Your boyfriend, fiance now, was smiling down at you smugly. “What? Thinking about me?”

You blushed and looked down. “Uh… Y-Yeah… I was…”

Faulkner noticed the newspaper on the counter, and he took it in his fingers gently. “What’s this doing still around?” He threw it in the basin. “You know Jigsaw’s in jail for what he did.”

You couldn’t meet your lover’s eyes. Self consciously, you mumbled, “I… know… but you weren’t here, and this is such a good picture of you. That’s why I gave it to the press all those years ago.”

Adam went rummaging through the pile of magazines. “Well, why don’t you use THIS one?” He threw you another newspaper.

The front page was splashed with the same picture of him, and the headline read:

‘Missing Adam Stanheight Still Alive?’

You gravely admitted, “That one was closer.” You looked into the basin.

“ ‘Stanheight says ‘the police were outside already when my cellmate got out. He was able to alert them to my presence.’ It was a miracle he got out, but what has he been doing this whole time’?” Adam was reading a clip from the newspaper.

“I can’t believe the police tracked your phones through all that. I mean, that one brilliant officer who thought to look BEHIND Jigsaw’s hideout, must be rich.”

“I’m glad they did, though. I woulda been dead meat.”

"And afterwards you just stayed with me to recover."

"I didn't forget."

You pulled Adam down. “I’m so sorry. Please cuddle me.”

Adam straddled you. “Anything for my sweet princess/prince.”

You wriggled. “Why do you still call me that?”

“Because that’s what you are. My royal highness.”

“Oh, stop exaggerating!”

“Hey, I learned to love myself, now it's your turn!”

You beamed at him. “Okay. I am your highness...” The words felt strange to say, and you shuddered at them.

“Better.”

"But that means you're my Survivor," you said cheesily.

"Fine by me." Adam started kissing you on the lips, and you moaned into him.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Adam’s eyes flicked down your body. “Oooh, I love my baby more than they can imagine.”

Chills ran up your spine, and you put your head on his chest. Adam hugged you close, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear, and making you feel good. This was what you needed. Oh yes, this was what you DEFINITELY needed.

Finally… You’re home…

Dance With Me - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N Slow Down by Selena Gomez was the inspiration for this next one.

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It was dark when you walked into the apartment. You assumed that Adam must have been out doing something because it was only one in the afternoon. The chilly air brushed across your skin as you scooted things from one side of the counter to the other side. You were planning to make (favorite food) for dinner tonight. You were so excited you could barely contain yourself; you were itching to start right now! But you knew that starting now would only leave your food cold. So, if you couldn’t make dinner yet, then where was Adam?

You peeked into the bedroom, and put an end to your wondering. The target of your investigation was resting on the large, fluffy, bed, fast asleep on his right side. His right arm was bent at the elbow so that his hand was tucked under his head. Adam looked so peaceful with the setting sun casting its rays onto his face, his skin appearing pale in the dim light, and his breath quietly filling the empty space of the room. You could vaguely see the rise and fall of his chest.

Your hand reached out instinctively, almost like you were viewing a delicate piece of jewelry. Softly, you combed your fingers through Adam’s hair, and leaned over him to see his face. His eyes were closed so gently you felt like they would open at any given moment. It seemed impossible that he didn’t know you were there. You took in his whole lithe form, laying vulnerably in front you, and then placed a kiss to his cheek.

Your lips lingered there for a little too long. His skin was warm where the sun touched it, and felt soft. The mere fact that this was your boyfriend’s face only tempted you to stay there. But sense got to you first. Not wanting to back away quite yet, but also not wanting to wake up your ‘sleeping beauty’, you pulled back finally. It was like taking the last bite of a delicious dessert; the flavor and texture remained on your mouth and you wanted more, but you knew it couldn’t happen.

You stepped out of the room, and turned on your music quietly as you started to clean up the living room and kitchen. You still had plenty of time before you needed to make dinner; some tidying wouldn’t hurt at all. Besides, Adam had said that he was missing his car keys. And that was why he had stayed home today, you had taken your car. Now was a perfect time to search for them.

You spent an hour cleaning. It was impressive to you that you still hadn’t seemed to find your boyfriend’s car keys. Adam could be so clumsy sometimes, but seeing as you lived with him now, and YOU couldn’t find them either, made you wonder if you were any better than him. Obviously not. You chuckled at this and shook your head, as you lifted up the couch cushions. You didn’t find the keys, but you did find a disaster of crackers and chips, and not to mention a couple of old cigarettes. In a couple of sweeps, everything was cleared, and thrown away. You sat down in exhaustion, when you heard the bedroom door click open.

You glanced over to see Adam come sluggishly trudging towards you. He sank down on the floor beside you, and put his head on your shoulder. “You just come home?” He asked.

“No,” you replied in amusement. “I’ve been home for an hour.”

Adam turned up your music. “You didn’t tell me?”

“You were asleep.”

“I was waiting for you.”

“And you spent all night looking for your car keys.”

Adam looked down embarrassedly. “Oh… Yeah… But I’m fine, really-” he yawned and then stood up. “Come on, let’s dance!”

You looked at him. “What?”

“Da-a-” Adam yawned again. “Ugh. Dance. Let’s dance.” He hauled you off the ground and started to pull you close.

You tried not to laugh out loud. Adam’s sleepiness was cute and honestly kind of amusing, but you didn’t want to embarrass him. “Why are we dancing?” You inquired, lifting your arms around his shoulders. “Aren’t we supposed to be looking for your keys?”

Adam huffed out in annoyance, and whispered, “Later. I want to dance with you.”

“But why DANCING!?” You exclaimed. “We could talk or walk, or… cook… but why are we dancing?”

“Because there’s music playing and you look like you're dressed to dance.”

“What? No, I’m just in my (comfortable clothes).”

“Yeah. You look lovely.” Adam draped his arms around your waist and dipped his head down to yours. Slowly, he started kissing you. He knew just how much pressure to give you, and when to let off. It made you restless, and you hummed out contentedly.

The music kept blaring loudly, drowning out the nearby traffic just below the window. It helped to soothe the moment, and perfect the situation. Adam started to hum along to the lyrics, and you joined him a little shyly.

Another kiss was started by Adam. This one was harder and longer, and sent your nerve endings into overdrive. Your eyes widened in surprise and you leaned further into him, practically breaking your back along the way. Adam had his eyes closed already, and he broke the kiss. “I love you.”

You were a completely melted mess by now. All you could do was lean on Faulkner and have him hold you up. You gazed up at him in desperation, your mind numb and still struggling to keep up with the moment. “I… I love you, too.”

Adam dipped you suddenly and smiled down at you. “Good.”

Next song after next song continued and carried the two of you into the late evening. By now it was too late to be making the dinner you had planned. You would have to make it another day, but right now that was the least of your concerns.

Adam had you engrossed in a flaming make-out session, neither of you were even thinking about supper. His hands fumbled with the bottom of your shirt, but there was no intent of taking it off. You felt weak under him, and you grunted pushing and pushing to get more of him. You felt desperate for him.

“A-A-Adam…” You stammered into his lips.

The beat pounded from your crappy phone speaker but somehow it didn’t matter to you, the quality was just fine. You had lost yourself to the music and the make-out. You gasped and moaned uncontrollably, until finally you felt Adam’s dominant lips fall back. They didn’t go very far though. “I forgot to tell you that… I found my keys earlier…” He whispered randomly.

You were completely out of sorts, so having Adam bring this up threw you off guard for a minute. “W-What? Oh… Where are they?”

“In the goddamn car.”

You laughed. Adam chose the most inappropriate times to talk about random shit. “Oh yeah? That sucks.”

“Tell me about it.”

Adam sat on the couch, and put you on his lap. “Come here. I’m not done with you yet.”

You shivered, and looked at him. “What’s that mean? You know I have to make dinner, right?”

“Oh fuck…” Adam muttered. “You want to go do that right now?”

“Um… If you do it with me?”

Adam pressed up closer to you. “I’d love to.”

“Great,” you beamed at him, and then leapt up, and went racing into the kitchen. Adam joined you by the stove. “I don’t know, baby. I don’t cook.”

You put your hand over his, and guided him. “That’s why I’m here,” you whispered into his ear. “You have nothing to worry about.”

This was the beginning of a rowdy, and playful dinner-making session. It lasted all evening, but it was worth it, and in the end you both had a delicious meal to eat afterwards, not to mention another dance for entertainment - this was mostly Adam’s idea.

Adam started slow dancing to the epically bouncy music, which had never been turned off ever since it was turned on hours ago. It didn’t suit the theme, but you both liked slow dancing to this kind of music. It was gonna be a long night, but you could try to get Adam to go to sleep on time. “Baby, you know you need sleep.”

“What’s sleep?” Adam asked dryly.

You smirked at his joke. “Fine,” you agreed. “I’ll stay up.” You already knew it was a useless effort trying to get him to go to bed in this mood.

“All night?” Adam questioned hopefully. And you looked into his eyes. He was gazing at you worriedly. You realized that he didn’t want to go to sleep tonight.

Cleverly, you responded, “ ‘Till I can’t stand on my own feet.”

Adam kissed you, and started spinning you ‘round and ‘round, and whispered lowly, “Great. I was hoping you’d say that.”

And you shivered. “I’ll do anything for you,” you whispered back.

“Oh by the way, thanks for dinner. I loved it. I loved making it with you.”

You giggled. “We should do it tomorrow, yeah?”

“Definitely,” Adam agreed, and then lifted you off your feet. You screamed in delight, and Adam smirked to himself proudly - a little too proudly… Seeing you happy made him happy, as well.

Valentine's Day - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N, it's getting close to V-Day, everyone, and tbh I'm lonely irl, but I always have Adam, and now you do, too! ;)

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Another year, another lost Valentine's Day. You of all people shouldn’t be the one sitting at home with no one by your side. Even the weather was trying to be supportive, with all it’s sunshine and clear skies. There would have been a time when you went diving straight into that blissfulness and lost yourself in a playful craze, but… your soul had broken apart after the first breakup. Just like an apple on the tree; it was happy and alive until it wasn’t needed anymore. Cast away by the mother, like a miserable excuse for a child, never to return again.

Still, your heart was beating, and that meant you hadn’t quit. It ached, sure, and your mind felt like it was rotting, but otherwise you hadn’t quit, no. You hadn’t given up. Not yet. The thing was, there was something that kept coming back to you, even stronger than that of the last time.

Why?

Why did Cupid treat you like this? Why did she insist on breaking your heart over and over again? Why wasn’t there anyone that was meant for you? If Cupid planned everyone’s love-lives, then why had she been avoiding yours? What was wrong with your love-life? WAS there anything wrong with it? Maybe it was just yourself?

In any case, the facts still remained. You were alone on Valentine’s Day, without a single piece of chocolate or a cheerful looking flower. You didn’t even have an ounce of energy to turn on the living room light that was only one scoot away from you on the couch.

Fuck. Everything hated you.

The spoon shifted deeper into the hard block of ice cream. (Favorite ice cream) was so delicious! It almost lifted your spirits up from the hole they were in but… eating ice cream alone wasn’t nearly as fun when you could share it with someone. All your friends had people! Cupid had given them someone to take care of on Valentine’s Day, and all you got was a handful of ice cream in the dark.

This was so unfair.

Amidst your sulking on the tattered cushions of your old sofa, came the slow rustle of footsteps from beyond the condo door. There was excited chittering and laughter from your neighbors, as they presumably let some of their girlfriends or boyfriends into their rooms, but it didn’t seem to be coming from those suspicious footsteps. It was quieter after some time, but the soft susurrus of steps seemed to persist ever onwards.

You contemplated what that sound was. Perhaps it was only the prehistoric pipes giving way to their confines after such a long endeavor of life? Or perhaps it was the swish-swoosh of your neighbor's broom sweeping over the dusty vents? Maybe one could tell, but you could not.

They dragged up and up and up, those footsteps. Not once did they falter, not once did they stumble, not once did they retreat; the footfalls simply repeated. Until at last, after the final serve of ice cream was finished up and swallowed, the sound stopped.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You’d have been asleep right now, if it wasn’t for the abrupt change in your surroundings. What was that, anyway? Was it not the poor pipes? Was it not your soulless neighbor?

And then there it was! A teeny-tiny knock rumbling on your front door.

How could this be so? You were supposed to be alone on Valentine’s Day!

In a very sluggish manner, you stood up from the couch. Your insides were cold from the previously eaten ice cream, and your heart was heavy from the previously stated facts. But somehow you managed to get yourself to your feet, and still hopelessly miserably, you did in fact, unlock the door.

Behind it was a young man that you recognized. His brown eyes were unmistakable. His clothes, tattered and loose, were memorable - or perhaps his appearance was memorable? He was quite handsome, of course.

You stepped back slowly, your mind reeling. This didn’t feel right. This didn’t feel accurate. As you placed one foot behind the other, everything slowed down. It was like moving in slow motion. You could feel your hair blow forwards, the edges of your clothes did as well. You were walking backwards in the wind. Sound stopped, so that it was all just a lackadaisical emptiness, like being underwater.

You kept walking, tediously, backwards. Your eyes were fixed on the newcomer - distraught and unblinking - while your mouth hung open slightly - astonished and bemused.

What the fuck was happening?

The man came walking in, just as fast as you, followed by the strange slithering sound. His movements were lazy, as he looked up from the floor and brought his hands up to his mouth. The click of his lighter resonated around the entire room, ringing for some minutes afterwards. He took a deep breath in, which too was enhanced by some magical hearing aid that had not been there before. You felt yourself grow weak and you reached your hands out backwards, looking for the couch.

He put his lighter back into his pocket, and now you could see the cigarette in his left hand. He blew out on it and smoke filled your vision completely. You stumbled, as the world came back to you once more.

You crashed down, painfully, onto the hard cushions of your couch, white noise filling your ears now as well as the traffic outside the window and the people talking outside your door. The man was approaching quickly by now, a look of alarm on his face. You realized that you knew this man!

“A-Adam Faulkner?” You choked out, feeling dizzy.

Adam’s light voice made your heart flutter. He knelt over you, his hands resting on your shoulders in an attempt to support you. “Woah. What’s wrong, Y/N? Have you eaten anything today?”

You tried to remember what REAL food you had eaten, but it felt like such a long time ago. “I had… ice cream…” you mumbled awkwardly.

“That’s it!?” Adam left you on the couch to go rummage through your fridge. He came back with a sandwich. You hated sandwiches.

“Why do I have to eat that?”

Adam shoved a piece into your mouth unexpectedly, and you gagged but started chewing anyway. “Because you’re faint as fuck, and I don’t want you passing out on me.”

You took the sandwich from him miserably, and ate it slowly. You grimaced every time you had to bite it. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “Don’t you have like… a girlfriend to see?”

Adam sat back into a chair across from you, and continued smoking. “What? Are you crazy? You think anyone would want to date me?”

Your heart pounded suddenly, and your cheeks flushed red. “Oh… Right… I’m sure no one… would…” You cleared your throat awkwardly, trying to end the stupid sentence that you had started.

“So, what got you eating ice cream in the darkness all by yourself on Valentine’s?” Adam questioned curiously. You stared at him blankly, as if your eyes alone could get the words across. “Oh come on. You didn’t really think no one was gonna come see you?”

You shoveled more sandwich into your mouth. At this point you would rather eat this than have to answer his question. Instead, you asked, “What got you to come all the way up to some single person’s house on Valentine’s?”

“ ‘Single’?” Adam wondered. “That works well for my plans, actually.”

You gazed at him in dismay, starting to get the idea he was implying. You finished your sandwich swiftly after that, wanting to look pretty for what MIGHT be coming up. “Let me get dressed! Oh my god, I can’t believe you had to see me like this.” Suddenly, you had newfound motivation…

Adam seemed a little off guard by your major mood change, but he rolled with it. “Sure. I mean, whatever you like. I think you look good in what you have on.”

“I’m still in my pajamas though.”

Adam shrugged. “I guess it makes undressing easier.”

At first you didn’t think much of the comment, until you were in the bathroom. And then you realized his implication. Adam was flirting with you… or trying to. You started smiling. Now that you thought about it, it was really cute. You dressed hastily, and then presented yourself to Adam cautiously. It had been awhile since you had done anything like this.

Adam smiled at you. “There you are. Looking beautiful, as usual.”

You giggled. “Oh, stop. I don’t know what’s gotten into you.” You were embarrassed by his sudden affection.

Faulkner raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s nothing?” He suggested. “Maybe I’m just enjoying Valentine’s Day?”

You were completely flabbergasted. “Enjoying Valentine’s Day with me?” You were almost unsure it could be possible.

Adam leaned in close and finally got to the point of his visit. “I want to change your social status from single to taken.”

You laughed out loud. “Cheesy!”

Adam laughed with you. “I had to say it as soon as I thought of it.”

“So, is THAT why you’re here? To give me a cheesy pickup line?”

“Hey,” Adam said defensively. “It was cheesy, but… I was being honest.”

You stared at him, your mind going blank. “W-What?”

“Come on, Y/N. You’re not that dim. Or do you need me to spell it out for you?”

You shifted your feet, unable to believe your ears. You didn’t realize Adam felt that way about you. Had this been an all-time-thing, or was he joking with you? You’d been in love with Adam ever since your first meeting, but… you never thought that the feelings could be mutual. Besides, if Adam had felt this way about you for so long, then why hadn’t he done anything about it? Why was THIS year the year that he opened up?

“I… don’t get it…” you stammered.

“What’s there to get? I really like you.”

“But… I never knew… If I knew, I wouldn’t have waited so long. I thought that… you were with someone else.”

“Who else?” Adam asked skeptically. “I haven’t dated since… since Jigsaw…” He shook his head vehemently. “But, that was a long time ago. I feel ready to try again. So… does this mean… you don’t want-”

“No!” You interrupted. “I do want this! I’m so sorry for complicating it, I was trying to understand everything. It didn't make sense.”

“It’s okay,” Adam said, and pulled you into a hug.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. It was so loud you could have sworn the whole condo could hear it. Your face and hands were hot, and you felt faint again, but not because of hunger; it was out of happiness.

You wrapped your arms around Adam’s waist and rested your head on his chest. It was odd to you how one’s outlook on life could change within a day, all depending on the set of circumstances a person was put into. That morning you had been despairing, but now - nearly twelve thirty - you were in perfect bliss. You were just so glad to have someone of your own this Valentine’s Day.

“Hmm…” you sighed. “Perhaps Cupid doesn’t leave everyone in the dark?”

“Huh?” Adam looked down at you, a look of utter bewilderment on his face.

You glanced back up at him. “Oh, sorry. It was nothing.”

Adam placed you on the couch. “What do you want to do now? I was gonna take you to lunch.”

You straightened your back, and dusted your clothes out. “O-Of course, Adam. I’d love to.”

Adam put out his cigarette and tossed it into the wastebasket. He leapt to his feet and went racing to the door. He looked back at you, and gestured you over with his hand. “Come on, Y/N. This is gonna be the best day of your life!”

You followed him out the door hesitantly, a small smile on your face. It was cold outside, but you couldn’t care less about the weather. The mere presence of Adam Stanheight was enough to keep you warm. “I’m excited,” you whispered bravely, closing the door behind you and staring out into the rain. “I haven’t done this in a very long time.”

Partners In Crime - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N Taylor swift inspired this one. The song was I Know Places. Also, I’m posting a little early ‘cause I finished this story sooner than I thought. Enjoy!

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It was cold in the bedroom again. The landlord had turned off the heating on his way out… like usual. You had always wondered why it was that the heat panel and the lights panel were right next to each other in the main office. It seemed that everyone mixed them up all the time. It was a stupid design.

The night was exceptionally cold for a February midnight, but unlike previous nights, the duo was actually asleep in bed. Your bodies were pressing up on each other artistically, much in a way that was comfortable for both of you: Your backs were touching, and your feet were tangled together. The body heat kept out the outside chill.

The sky was pitch black, blacker than the blackest darkness. Stars weren’t even present in it, it was just endless space beyond. The moon was a bright, white, crooked crystalline within it’s dark environment, casting silver streams onto the earth below. It was quiet.

As if it wasn’t enough, the quietness had to be broken by some external commotion. In the short, silent, moments that remained before the upcoming banging upon your apartment door, was pleasant and ever so welcoming. In an explosion of fear almost as sharp and tangy as lightning, you were catapulted upright into wakefulness, your skin and mind burning from the flames and scattering into a million pieces from the shock.

Gasping and heaving, you realized the pounding on the door, as well as the sirens under the window. Your heart lurched panickedly, and you flew across the bed, grabbing hold of your boyfriend’s shoulders and shaking them brutally. “Adam!” Your voice was raised in tension. “Adam, Adam, wake up!”

You let out of the bed, snatching the beige bag from the bedside table, and throwing things into it clumsily, all the while screaming Adam’s name.

Your partner woke up in alarm, rolling over to gaze at you. It was then that he heard the police sirens. He leapt out of the bed. “What’s going on?” Adam demanded.

“Hell if I know. They’ve found us, that’s for sure!”

“H-How? I thought we left?”

You turned to look at Adam in the half light coming in through the window, fearful of what was to come next. “Well… obviously it didn’t work. Come on, baby, we have to get out of here.”

Adam started pulling on clothes while you continued throwing things into the large bag. You started moving faster and faster with every passing heartbeat. Your movements were like the wind. Your hands brushed over everything so delicately that you barely felt them, and then discarded them into the beige bag in your other hand.

At some point, you felt something cool and thin hit you in the face, halting you in your task. You pulled it back down and looked into your hand. It was your (favorite color) T-shirt. Adam was staring back at you imploringly. “Get ready! I’ll grab the money.” He took the bag from you and started reaching under the bed. You gazed after him in surprise, holding the T-shirt in your hand. He gestured to you. “What are you doing?”

Hurriedly, you slung the shirt over your head, and started to fish for your bottoms in the pile of junk that littered the floor. You had no time to find your undergarments, but you had collected some a few moments before.

You slipped on your shoes. “Hey! Adam!” You called across the room.

“Excuse Me? Will you please open the door?” A deep voice came from outside the door. You didn’t even look in its direction. Adam raised his head above the bed rim and you chucked his tennis shoes at him. He ducked instinctively as they sailed over his head and landed behind him. You bolted for the windows, and thrust them open with both hands. The old, splintered, shutters creaked as they hazardously extended outward. You stuck your head out the window and looked down. The police cars were surrounding the whole place, but to the right, in the alley, was a dark corridor that led in the opposite direction. There were some police patrolling that area, but you and Adam could get past them. You’d done it before.

You stepped out onto the fire escape, as the door was bashed to the floor. You stared in horror at the action. Adam came rounding the corner and sidestepped, hugging the wall, to the window. He tossed you the bag, which was tied at the top. It soared through the air. In slow motion, it cascaded through the window and over your head. You saw it falling to the pavement. Adam was still making his way, tediously, to the exit. You lunged off the platform, holding out your arm. Your fingers brushed the straps of the bag desperately. To your relief the bag hung there, and swayed back and forth terrifyingly.

Pulling your arm back, you gazed up at Adam, who was standing by the window now. He was watching you worriedly, protectively. He ducked through the window, as the police started to file into the room. They were shouting and shooting, but the two of you were used to all of this; you knew how to survive.

Adam jumped after you, the platform shaking slightly from the pressure. You shivered and started down the staircase, clutching the bag to your chest. Your heart was pounding in your ears, your chest and stomach were weak with fear, but you kept your head up high. Lips quivering, nerves screaming, you reached your hand back to Adam. “Come on! Baby, I know places we won’t be found!”

“You said that last time…” Adam muttered, taking your hand.

“I did. But we didn’t follow through with the plan because you said you wanted to come here first. Now we see how that worked.” Adam mumbled something grudgingly, and then tried to take the lead. You pulled him back. “Trust me.”

Adam pressed against you. “Where do you have in mind?”

You made a run for the street, dragging Adam behind you. There was shooting following after you, but you dove for nearby cover. “Stay close to me, okay? And they’ll be chasing their tails trying to track us down.”

Adam huffed as he tried to keep up with you. Behind the police car that kept you from the firing guns aimed at you, you waited for the right time to make a break for it. There was a pause in the gunshots, and you went streaking across the sidewalk. The other buildings lining the street put blockades in between you and the police.

The sidewalk stretched out into the darkness, and the pavement was hurting your feet. Your legs and arms were sore from running, and your sides were suffering from tearing pain. You huffed and groaned, but didn’t let up. Getting out of there was your first priority.

Your hand kept slipping in and out of Adam’s hand. You tried to keep a tight grip, but the sweat and sloppy running made it difficult. You felt Adam’s fingertips in your palms, then on your wrist, your arm, then your wrist again, back to your palm and into your fingers, back again. Over and over.

Panting, you glanced over your shoulder. Adam was in no better shape than you were. His cheeks were red, his eyes were wide and scared, and his breath was coming fast. At the end of the sidewalk was an intersection. You could get there, it was a long walk, but you could do it. You’d been through worse, the only trouble was you had the police on your trail.

Adam pulled you back, whispering your name over and over into your ear. “Can we… slow down? I think we’ve gotten away from them for now.” You slowed your pace, and allowed Adam to pin you to his chest. You walked like this for a long time.

The passing of time was a strange thing. It could be good only when it was supposed to be, but it was in times like these when it could be a very bad thing. It was like a song on repeat, only the chorus was never the same. Sometimes it would be happy, sometimes it would be sad, other times it would be enjoyable, but most of the time - at least in the case for this couple - it was majorly intense. Neither of you could do anything except run for your life. It was terrible sometimes, but every time it was still excitable.

You started running again when the sound of sirens came from ahead of you. There was a place up in Canada that you knew of. A small hidden town that no one knew of, Anozan Glapetria. It was somewhere up in Winterhyde, just along the Winterhyde river. The tiny town was concealed by tall, gorgeous trees, and was located at the bottom of Anozan valley. You had a family friend down there that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. You were excited to see them again.

You and Adam hunkered down in the ditch, drenching your clothes in wetness. A police car sped past you. Three of them, actually. You both stared wide-eyed at the close cars that were trying to kill you. You didn’t say a word to each other until the noise died down, and then you got back to your feet and started walking.

Adam came up to walk beside you. “So, what’s your plan? Where’re we headed?” He asked. You and him were already back at full health, almost like you hadn’t been running for hours.

“Well, let’s see. I think we should go to Anozan, Canada. No one will find us ever again. I guarantee it. I know someone who lives there. He will definitely help us with our situation.”

Adam gawped at you in shock. “ ‘Canada’!? You’ve gotta be joking, how the hell are we gonna get there?”

You raised the bag up, and shook it back and forth. “We got the money for it, baby. All we gotta do is order the tickets.”

“How? We can’t pass the borders.”

“Like we do every time. Aliases, and disguises. Come on, how did we get INTO America in the first place?”

Adam smiled, and sighed happily. “I love you.”

“Now, they’ll be looking for us in Canada, too, though,” you said thoughtfully.

“Right. How are we gonna get past that?”

You winked at Adam proudly. “Well, remember that friend I mentioned earlier?” You took out your phone - and it was your’s, truly. You’d paid for it fair and square, just like you did Adam’s. It was an attempt to cover your tracks a long time ago. “I’ll call him up right now and make the plans. We’ll sneak in and out of the airports, and my friend will pick us up. He’ll be there before we arrive, so that we don’t have to spend time waiting.”

Adam put his chin on your head. “I love you, baby,” he murmured longingly. “Just so much.”

“And I love you, too, Adam. Always remember, I know places we can hide! Don’t be scared.”

Adam sighed. “You’ve got this under control, don’t you?”

You shrugged. “Grab my hand and don’t EVER drop it.” You put your hand in his. Adam sighed into your hair, and you walked on in silence.

The sun was peeking over the mountains by the time you reached the intersection. You had left behind the police long ago, but you knew that your names weren’t cleared; probably never would be. In the sky were pink and yellow streaks, blending into the light blue atmosphere, making you feel warm. Finally the temperature was starting to heat up, and you could relax now. Adam and you had a life together. You’d done some bad things in your life, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to live with Adam. BE with Adam. LOVE Adam. Your life was about to get really good when you made it to Canada. And it would be the best thing of your life.

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A/N I just want to clarify that the towns and cities are made up. I didn’t want any confusion. Just trying to keep everything fictional. ~ Twoonez

Motivate Me - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N Inspired by Wildest Dreams - by Taylor Swift (lol like it wasn't obvious.)

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The chit-chatter from the downstairs cafe drifted over to you as you sat on the park bench across from the apartment. It was a chilly day, but the sun was out and the air was fresh. Adam Faulkner was beside you, he seemed alright except for the distant look in his eyes. He was staring grimly at the cafe. You knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t okay. “What’s wrong?” You asked him bluntly, though you didn’t doubt he would try to avoid the question.

He didn’t seem to hear you though. Whatever was on his mind must be really troubling him. He kept looking between the cafe and the apartment, and back again. And finally, Adam leaned into you, muttering, “Let’s get out of this town. Drive out of the city, away from the crowds.”

You looked at him in surprise. “What? Don’t you like it here?”

“Meh. It was better before a murderer started living here. Wha’d’ya say?”

At first you were flabbergasted, but after some more thought you realized it wasn’t too far fetched. Adam had been trying to convince you to leave this area for a long time. He was nervous, you were nervous, but it appeared that Faulkner was really starting to get AGITATED. Obviously, he just did NOT like it here.

Heaven can’t help me now… You contemplated in awe. I’m really destined to run away with Adam Faulkner Stanheight? Sounds like a plan to me…

“Of course,” you replied. “If you’re ready to leave, then we can go. I’m ready when you are, Adam.”

“Great,” Adam whispered. “It’s way too fucking loud here. I’d prefer much more… private property.”

You understood completely. The street below your apartment could be quite loud sometimes. “When do you plan on packing? That’s the biggest problem right now.”

Adam frowned. “I know. But… I plan on doing it this time.” He laughed.

This is gonna take me down. He’s so tall and handsome as hell. He’s so bad but he does it so well…

“Hey, babe,” Adam interrupted your train of thought. “Why do you look so sad?”

“Huh?” You looked up at him. “I’m not sad. I feel fine.”

Adam took a step back and eyed you dubiously. “Do you want to stay?” He asked.

“No! I don’t mind if you want to leave. All I care about is being with you.”

Adam scooped you off the bench and brought you inside. “Well let’s start looking for places! Come on, it’ll be fun, I promise!”

I can see the end as it begins. My one condition is…

Adam dumped you on the bed and lifted up his computer. He started scanning for places. You watched over his shoulder, anxiety consuming you. For some reason you were scared that you were going to lose Adam. You weren’t sure why. Some… instinctive intuition that loomed precariously over you.

“Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams. Wildest dreams.” Your voice was like a soft breeze on the beach, not even audible against the outside noises.

“Hmm? What was that?” Adam questioned nicely, gazing at you.

“I like that one. It looks pretty.” You pointed to a random picture on the screen.

“I mean…” Adam squinted his eyes. He didn’t believe what you were telling him. “We don’t need such a large house for only us.”

“Yeah. I know. The gables looked neat.”

Adam stared at you in disbelief. “Yeah, right.” And then he pinned you to the bedpost. “It’s not that. Something’s the matter. Are you sure you don’t want to leave? I don’t mind staying if you really want to.”

“No,” you insisted. “I don’t want to stay here, either.” And it was the truth.

Adam straddled you, and pushed you up against the pillows. “So, what’s wrong?”

Adam’s persistent concern for you was overwhelming and way too persuasive. It made you want to tell him everything. Oh how you loved this man so much! “Are you going to leave me?” The words were out of your mouth before you could even think of a nice way of putting it. Your voice trembled out of fear.

Adam was surprised to hear the question. “Leave?” He lowered his head to yours. “Why on earth would I leave someone so precious? Someone so… perfect?”

“I-I don’t know…” You stammered self-consciously. “J-Just what if you do?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Adam scoffed, his face getting closer and closer to yours. You smiled against his lips, and that made Adam kiss you right then and there. “Shit, baby, you’ve gotta stop thinking I’m going to leave you all the time. It’s depressing, and I don’t like it.”

You let out a low, nervous chuckle. “Sorry. You know, I can’t help it sometimes.”

Adam kissed you again, slowly, making sure to prolong the moment for as long as possible. He didn’t want to rush anything. You moaned excitedly.

Finally, Faulkner backed away. He fumbled with his computer for a little bit, and then snapped the lid shut, and slid it onto the floor. He looked back at you. “Buying houses can wait ‘till tomorrow,” he said casually, and then began to strip you of your clothes.

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. And his voice is a familiar sound… Nothing lasts forever…

You helped him to undress himself, which he much appreciated, but once the task was finished he had you in a bundle underneath him, enticing you with words, kissing, and teasing.

But this is getting good now…

“Baby, dearest, I wouldn’t leave you. I wouldn’t even leave you if someone told me it would end humanity. I would love you anyway, and I would continue to love you, because I DO love you. And I ALWAYS will.”

You groaned, and relaxed in Adam’s arms. His words made you feel warm and fuzzy. You couldn’t believe that someone could care about you so much like Adam did. You nuzzled your nose against his shoulder affectionately. Adam combed his fingers through your hair.

He’s so tall, and handsome as hell…

You started to kiss his neck and jaw, and then his mouth. Adam allowed you to treat him but he was clearly the one in control. He lifted your head up in his soft fingers, and started to kiss you harder than last time. He pushed you into the pillows.

He’s so bad but he does it so well.

Adam's lips were aggressive and proficient. You let your head roll back, and Adam held you up, as he traveled down your body. He covered you with kisses.

And when we’ve had our very last kiss, my last request it is:

“Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams. Wildest dreams.” You repeated it once more.

This time he could hear you. He pulled away, and gazed at you. “What are you mumbling about, dearest? I’m not gonna forget about you. And please, don’t act like you’d wear make up!”

You giggled for the first time that day. You nodded. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

In the midst of your “midday activity”, you found yourselves all tangled up with each other. It was a beautiful several hours that followed, though unfortunately no house buying was ever committed. By the end of it all, you both were exhausted and breathless. However, you felt around for Adam’s hand. You clasped it desperately in your own.

You whispered into the quiet room, “I love you, Adam. I need you, please understand.”

Adam looked down at the majestic mess below him, the one he had just banged. “I understand just fine.”

You grunted contentedly.

Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams. Wildest dreams.

You felt cozy being pressed between your boyfriend and the mattress. You breathed in his scent, and laid your head on the pillow. This moment was perfect. You sighed out happily, and closed your eyes. You could feel Adam kissing down your neck again, and you let him have his way with you. “I’m sorry for doubting you,” you said.

“Shhh,” Adam put a finger over your mouth without even looking up at you. “Just forget about it.”

You rolled beneath him, and spluttered an indistinct message of acknowledgement. Tiredness filled your whole body, and you pushed Adam off of you. “I’m sorry, babe. I can barely stay awake…”

Adam allowed you to fall asleep. He had achieved his goal for the night, and he accompanied you in dreamland after a couple seconds of watching you sleep.

Anything For You - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N This one's inspired by Disturbed's song You're Mine. (Lol i need new creativity...)

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You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your clothes were portrayed neatly on your body, your hair was tied back nicely and your shoes fit closely on your feet. You grumbled at yourself in disgust. You pulled a bag from your closet and looked at it with your formal outfit. It was square and blocky, it didn’t look good with your outfit but it was the only one you had. It was five thirty, you were supposed to be meeting with Adam Stanheight in a half hour, but for some reason you were reluctant instead of excited.

You’d been on two dates with him already, both of which had been exceptional, however at this point in time you were having anxiety and doubts. You wondered if Adam would think you were pretty enough. Smart enough. Good enough. He had expressed multiple times that he DID think you were pretty, and smart, and good enough. You were still worried about it though.

You took down your hair, and readjusted it. You tied it, and untied it. Tied it, untied it. This went on for several minutes until you decided not to bother at all. You left it how it was before. Then you grabbed your bag and walked out the door.

Adam Faulkner was waiting for you by the door when you arrived. He smiled at you warmly and offered out his arm. “Hello, beautiful.”

You slunk in next to him, and bashfully looked around the yard, wondering where your nosy neighbors were at that exact moment. You felt very self conscious. “H-Hi… Where are we… going?”

Adam was patient with you. He didn’t try to rush you into anything. “Well, I was thinking about going out to dinner. Is there anywhere you want to go specifically?”

You kept your gaze on the ground. “N-No… Not really.”

“No? Okay.” He gestured to the car. “Well, let me take you out anyway.”

You got into the passenger’s seat awkwardly, and folded your hands in your lap repeatedly. Adam sat down next to you confidently. He seemed to know exactly where he was going. You hummed a song to yourself quietly, not wanting to interrupt the silence.

“How’s your day been?” Adam asked.

You thought about his question for a few minutes. “Lonely,” you said at last. “I don’t really know. I don’t feel that great today.”

Adam shortly pulled to a stop in a grassy lot. A tiny garden was just up ahead, you knew because you’d been there before. It was shrouded by trees and vines, and brush. Various flowers were in the middle of the small clearing, making a cute combination of pinks, reds, oranges, and purples. Azaleas, roses, marigolds, and catmint made up the arrangement. It smelled wonderful.

You looked over at Adam, your fine clothes feeling thin, as though they weren’t really there. Your bottom lip trembled, and your face flushed white. You felt dizzy. “Wh-Wh-What are we doing here?”

Adam took your hand and helped you out of the car. He took you into the garden hastily. You tripped after him, puzzled. What had led Adam to bring you here? Weren’t you getting dinner? “I just want you to relax, Y/N. Tonight is about you.”

“What?” You mumbled. “But… It’s OUR date…”

“Well,” Adam shrugged. “Maybe it’s FOR both of us, but it’s ABOUT you. Come on, I’m trying to cheer you up. You’ve looked sad for a couple days now.”

You hung your head. “I… don’t understand. Weren’t we going out to eat?”

“If that’s what you want. It didn’t seem to appeal much to you. But anyway, I came here to make you feel better.” He brought his hand up to your cheek. “I love you.”

You looked away, feeling awkward. How could you possibly be loved by someone? “Uh…”

Adam pushed you onto the grass. You feel on your butt roughly. “What?”

Adam sat next to you. “I love you…” He hummed out musically.

You kept your gaze on the ground and didn’t say anything. Adam leaned down so that he was laying on his back, staring at the sky, with his arms under his head. “I love it here,” he told you. “It’s so nice and comforting.”

You felt your heart flutter a little bit. What was that feeling? Why did it… tickle so much? “Yeah. It’s gorgeous,” you agreed halfheartedly. Though you were hesitant, it was still your opinion. You really DID like it here.

But something was unnatural. Liveliness was stirring inside you. But… you never felt alive, that wasn’t something that happened to you usually.

Laying down on your stomach, you muttered, “Why do you love me?”

You felt Adam shift behind you. He sat up and dropped his arm around your shoulders. You sighed, and relaxed under him. You felt… good for the first time in a long time. “Because, you’re the most special person in my life, Y/N. You make me feel things so unexplainable… it's unreal. I enjoy our time together. I enjoy how you make me laugh. You’re brilliant, Y/N, and I hope you realize that.”

You sighed, and rolled over so that you were facing him. Adam looked down at you peacefully. You felt warmth spread through your whole body, and you gazed into his face warily. “Adam…” You squeaked desperately. “You know… you mean a lot to me, as well. It’s been such a long time since I felt something so good. After everything that’s happened lately… it’s been hard for me to be strong. But… You know everything that I need. I care for you so much.”

Adam smiled, and tilted his head to the side. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here for you whenever you need it. I want you to be happy. And I’m never going to leave you. Ever.”

You wrapped your arms around Adam’s neck, and he lowered himself on top of you. “You’re never, EVER, gonna leave me?” You whispered quietly into his ear. “But what if… What if you CAN’T be there?”

Adam huffed. His warm breath passed down your neck. “ ‘Can’t’?” He repeated, amused. “What do you think I’m going to be doing? I’ve made YOU my first priority.”

You shivered under him, and almost started crying. Adam’s words made you feel so good, and you hugged him closer. “I love you.”

Adam nuzzled your cheek. “I love you, too.” He pressed a kiss to your sensitive collar bones, and you moaned out.

What was this? Why did you actually feel… okay? It was a slow rising in your stomach and chest that made you feel safe. You looked into Adam’s eyes. All that you ever needed was right there in front of you. How had it taken you so long to realize? There was a numbness in your mind that you hadn’t felt in a very long time; it was like you were finally letting go of your insecurities.

You had never realized that one could do that. You always thought that you were destined to be alone and depressed all the time. You were surprised that you could actually let go of your fears and betrayals and just live life. It was Adam that did that to you. Without him, you would still be a hermit inside your labyrinth of walls. You’d never be able to get out again. But something was stirring deep within you. Your mindset was changing ever so slightly. If only you could feel that you deserved the love you were receiving.

Adam’s lips had gone from your neck to your chin during your musing. You’d barely even felt them, but now that they were creeping up on your lips you were drawn to them once more.

Sparkling waves of bliss coated your mouth. “I get it now,” you mumbled around his lips. “I’m better when I am with you, you deliver me from the pain in my life. Easy now to recognize, all the misery I have been through, it was beating me to submission ‘till the day you arrived.”

Adam pulled back for a moment and looked at you. “Those are some powerful words, Y/N.”

“All true. I’ve realized that the feelings you make me feel are positive. Strength I had lost was revived, and building inside and we both know why. ‘Cause you’re mine.”

“Romantic,” Adam whispered wryly.

“Don’t go,” you whimpered sadly. “Please. I don’t like being alone.”

Adam rubbed his thumb across your cheek. “We can’t stay here forever.”

You let out a sob. “Please…”

Stanheight sighed. “I was hoping to drop by a client’s house tomorrow.”

“Can I come with you?” You asked immediately.

Adam gazed at you in amusement. “When I said ‘leave’ I didn’t mean it physically.”

“Well, I need you physically with me,” you groaned.

“Alright,” Adam agreed. “You can come.”

“Does that mean you’re going to stay with me?”

“I suppose I don’t have a choice now, do I?”

“Being with you makes me feel good,” you spluttered self consciously. You could feel heat crawling up your cheeks like you were a jungle gym. It made you feel vulnerable.

“How can I say ‘no’ to that? Of course I’ll stay with you.”

You smiled at him shyly. “Thank you. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but I just really need this right now.”

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for. I understand that we all have times when we feel really low. And that’s why I’m here: to lift you up again.”

You nodded. “Alright.”

Faulkner kissed you again, blurring reality and fantasy together. You hardly had time to get a breath before you were making-out. His warm lips on yours, his soft hands under your shirt, his scent in your nose. It made you dizzy, and you closed your eyes, trying to get more of him, trying to feel more of him. All your mind could concentrate on was the persistence of his mouth. How it made you feel, how it knew what it was doing. It lulled you and hyped you up at the same time.

God, this was wonderful.

Finally after a long time, you were pulling away. It could have easily been as long as a half hour, but to you it felt like mere seconds. You were stunned and your lips felt like they were buzzing slightly. You blinked. “Woah…” you whispered.

Adam picked you up off the ground, and carried you back to the car. “Y/N, I need you to understand. I’m here to make you whole again.” He dumped you into the passenger’s seat. “To help you rediscover, and resurrect someone who’d died.”

“Wow,” you drawled slowly. “That’s a lot.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“This is why I need you.”

Adam took the wheel and gave you a wink. “I’m here for you always.”

You sank back into the chair, and fastened your seatbelt. Adam took you home, though he didn’t plan on leaving you all alone tonight. Obviously, you needed some self care and affection. He didn’t want you to suffer this by yourself. He loved you so much, and he wanted you to see that just as he did. You were perfect, no matter what you thought or said about yourself. And he would get you to see it, too. One day.

Right now though, unfortunately, was not the day. Some work would need to be put into this, but he believed in you, even if nobody else did. To him, you were the most important thing in his life, seeing you so down made him feel unhappy as well. But the future was clear and bright to him, even though it wasn’t for you. Easily, Adam could already see all the great things that you and him were going to accomplish together.

All it took was just a little bit of faith…

And you would learn that, too.

Fever Dream - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N This one's inspired by Taylor Swift's song, Marjorie.

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You coughed miserably into your pillow. The window was open and AC was on. Vision blurring, and head pounding, you tossed and turned under the covers of your king sized bed. You had never felt so sick in your entire life. Someone was moving around in the background, you couldn’t see who it was. The world rotated horrendously. “Bff’s Name,” you choked out.

Someone was kneeling next to you. “What’s the matter, Y/N? I’m right here.”

Confused, you looked around. Whose voice was that? It sounded familiar. “Adam?”

“Y/N…” The voice sounded somber. “A… Um… Adam’s not here.”

You tried to find the source of the voice. “Hmm?” You grumbled. “Bff’s Name? I don’t understand what’s happening. Where am I? I can’t see anything.”

“I know. I’ve been trying to bring the fever down all night.”

You rolled onto your back, and gazed at the ceiling, watching the floor flip over your head for a moment. You grasped the bed sheets as pain engulfed your stomach, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Maybe you’d feel better if you couldn’t see anything?

“Y/N,” the familiar voice spoke out to you again.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Who was that? It wasn’t your friend’s voice, it was too different. The only other person you could think of was your boyfriend…

Deceased boyfriend, you corrected yourself.

You called out anyway, “Baby!?”

“Hi,” Adam’s voice rang in your ears. It was so real, you couldn’t wrap your head around it. You grumbled a series of responses that nobody could understand. “Why are you so cold, Y/N? Pull the blankets up, silly.”

Obediently, you lifted the blankets up further. “Oh, hey. We’re trying to take DOWN this fever,” your friend breathed into your ear.

You fought against them. “No, stop! Just let me stay like this. Adam told me to. I can hear him, can’t you?”

Your friend looked awkwardly around the room, puzzled. “Um… No, I can’t.”

“Friend’s name, I thought that Adam didn’t make it out of SAW?”

Your friend rubbed your head soothingly. “Shh. It’s okay. I know it’s confusing right now, but you’ll get better.”

“I mean… I know he’s not here, but… why do I hear his voice so clearly? Why is it like he’s right here? I’m not mental, am I? I’m not, I swear!”

Your bff kept stroking their fingers through your hair vigorously, trying to get you to go back to sleep. The world flipped over again, and you felt nauseous. Your skin felt like it was burning.

Goddamn it! You kicked the blankets off of your body, and shivered. Figures!

“Hey,” Adam asked you suddenly. “You think they’ve arrested Jigsaw?”

“Huh?” You tried to sit up but your best friend held you down. “I don’t know. Why would I know that, Adam?”

“I dunno.”

“Shit, baby, you have to tell me what’s going on. I thought you were dead. This can’t be real.” Adam didn’t answer that question, much to your disappointment. “Adam?”

“Y/N… Adam didn’t make it. He didn’t make it out. I’m sorry.”

Your best friend’s words didn’t make any kind of sense. Adam OBVIOUSLY wasn’t dead… No, that wasn’t right. He couldn’t be ALIVE, because he’d been gone for one year. Well, obviously, what died didn’t stay dead. He was alive in your head, that was for sure.

“You’re not dead, are you?” You asked halfheartedly.

“Of course I’m not dead!” Your friend snapped. “What are you talking about?”

“I was asking Adam,” you replied plainly.

Your friend raised their eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, well…” They didn’t seem to approve of that statement.

You could hear Adam’s voice so faintly, it was almost like you could touch it. If you stretched your arm out far enough you would find ADAM there. But the cold air on your skin frightened you, and kept you from trying to find him. You were too scared of feeling sick again, too tired to move.

Your friend nodded. “There we go. Go to sleep, Y/N. Everything’s going to be A-okay next time you wake up.”

No, you thought distantly. No, not yet! Adam’s still here, I know it. I have to find him again. Just one more time, please!

“Adam!” You wailed.

Adam’s voice came drifting over to you tenuously. He was singing softly, but you couldn’t hear what it was he was singing. It was probably just random notes and tunes that sounded nice. You relaxed, and smiled. You could get used to this. “It’s like you’re right here,” you mumbled. “But I know better, you can’t be around.”

Adam stopped singing then. “Whatever you say…”

“No, wait! Come back!”

“I’m right here, Y/N. I’ll never leave you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” There was a silence for some time until finally, you asked, “Why didn’t I ask you more questions when you were alive? I remember watching you sign your name. I remember those frozen swims, and long car rides. I should have kept every grocery store receipt, ‘cause every scrap of you would be taken from me.”

“There’s nothing you can do about it now, Y/N,” Adam told you quietly. “Just… don’t forget the life you have. Don’t end up like me.”

You started crying. “I miss you. I don’t want to be separated from you. I wish you were here with me all the time!”

“I know. But I can’t come back.”

“Fuck,” you hummed out frustratedly. “I know better than this! I know that you can’t be real! But… I guess what died didn’t stay dead…”

“Go to sleep, baby. You need to get your strength up so that when you wake up tomorrow you won’t be feeling so shitty. Come on, I want you to feel better.”

“No,” you grumbled.

“Yes.” Adam whispered directly into your ear.

Exhaustion bulldozed into you unexpectedly. You closed your eyes and let your breath even out. “Oh alright. I’ll go to sleep.” You yawned. “I’m so fucking tired anyway.” Your words were starting to slur together. You allowed yourself to drift.

In the background you could hear your bff exclaim, “Good god, finally!”

“I-I love y-you,” you stuttered.

Adam’s voice filled you with content and happiness, as he said, “I love you, too.” It echoed around your head and filled your ears, but somehow - just somehow - it was lulling.

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In a panic you awoke from your slumber, frantically kicking your blankets and medicine off the bed, screaming and crying all at once. Your head was pounding, your stomach was churning, your throat was sore, and one half of your body felt like it was being cooked alive while the other half felt like it was being frozen miles underwater. Your heart thrashed against your ribcage, like a wild animal trying to break out of it’s tight confines at the zoo.

Your friend was lying next to you on the bed. They felt you writhing and woke up. “Y/N, Y/N! It’s okay! Woah, calm down! What’s wrong?” They launched themselves on top of you just to get a hold of your moving body.

“Something’s not right!” You shouted. “Something’s not right at all! Where’s Adam? Wasn’t he… Wasn’t… he?” Finally back to your senses, you realized your mistake. “Oh… Oh no… I’m hungry, Bff’s Name.”

Your best friend got out of the bed and went to grab a snack from the kitchen. The medicine and blankets still on the floor tripped them and they went sprawling on the ground. “Ugh!” They plopped the blankets back onto the bed in annoyance. “Get them all fixed how you like. I’ll be right back.”

You started to spread the blankets out on the bed. The moonlight shining in from the window caught your attention and you stared at the white moon, a feeling of realism hovering over you.

None of that had been real. None. Not a single thing. You were flabbergasted. Adam had sounded so close to you, but… now it was over. While you still didn’t feel good, you weren’t feeling miserable anymore. You just felt sick. ‘Sick’ was something you could deal with. Whatever had happened earlier that night was something you never wanted to reenact. You started fixing the blankets again.

Your friend walked in and gave you something to munch on. You were grateful for them. You ate your snack in silence as your friend crawled over you and tried to go back to sleep.

“I feel better now,” you said aloud.

“That’s great! I’m so sorry about earlier, that was rough.”

“It’s okay. Thank you so much for sticking with me.”

“Of course!” Your best friend sounded surprised.

You laid back down, your thoughts still preoccupied by Adam. You couldn’t go to sleep after this, but that was alright, it was lovely outside. You stayed and watched the moon fall behind the horizon and the sun rise up after it. It was a peaceful state of affairs, but… in all honesty, you couldn’t wait for the moment when sleep took over once again, and brought you out of this cramped hell.

Toxic; I'll Love You Anyway - Adam Stanheight/Reader

A/N Melanie Martinez’s unreleased song - Ring Pop - gave me some serious toxic vibes. And I imagined a new kind of look for Adam. But don’t worry, I’ll stick to the fluff’s from now on…

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You felt the cold seep into your skin. It was quiet tonight, and lonely. You wanted the company again, but you knew that it wasn’t the same - not anymore. You missed the old times, back when everything was right. You had cried yourself to sleep several nights now. In all honesty, this was your life for two years. You didn’t know why you couldn't shake it? Perhaps it was all because you were still haunted by the memories, after all you were still LIVING there.

Your thumb traced over the gift. It was sticky, and smelled like cherries. “I love you,” you whispered, as you stroked the ring pop once more. You didn’t even care that it was making your hands filthy. You would be better once your partner came back - and you knew he would be here very soon. Just a little longer. He had to finish all his work…

But the sight of the other woman’s panites still lingered in your mind, and scarred you. You didn’t want to think about it too much, however it was so daunting. What was with the unfamiliar undergarments? You let out a deep breath into the silent atmosphere, feeling sad. Were you not… good enough for him, anymore?

What was he doing at this moment, you wondered. Was he ACTUALLY doing his work or did just tell you that to make you feel better? You missed Adam Stanheight. Where was he now? You felt like you couldn’t live without him, all you wanted was to feel his embrace again. To kiss him again. Where was he?

Baby, will you be here soon?

“Baddum… a new ring pop…Baddum, a new ring pop…” You murmured to yourself repeatedly. You sank down into the couch when finally a large, white, pool of luminescence portrayed itself on the dark ground, illuminating the room dimly and showcasing the slight silhouette of somebody standing in the doorway. You knew who it was then, and your heart leapt into your throat. It was like finally shooting up after days and days of being away. You ran to him.

Adam greeted you with open arms, as usual. He scooped you up and twirled you once around the room. “Waiting for me in the dark again, I see? What’s with this sudden change of habit?”

You didn’t answer, you just hugged him close. “I love you…”

Adam chuckled. “I love you, too.” It sounded forced, and he pushed past you hastily.

“Adam,” you called. “Why are you home so late? What happened at work? Do I get to know?”

“No.” Adam’s voice echoed strictly through the kitchen and into the living room.

You hung your head disappointedly. “Oh… okay…”

Following him into the kitchen you found him leaning on the counter, attempting to light a cigarette. His hands were trembling too much to keep the lighter down, not to mention his cigarette kept nearly falling from his fingers each time he tried. You stepped up to him so that your bodies were touching, and took both from him. He watched miserably while you steadily held the flame to the cigarette and then let it ignite.

You turned your hand out to him, offering the cigarette back. He lifted your hand up, and closed his lips around the cigarette. Keeping eye contact with you, he took a deep breath in. Immediately upon inhalation Adam’s entire demeanor seemed to change. He seemed slightly more like himself again. You were glad to see him relaxing. “Stressful workday?” You asked him.

“Mmhmm,” Adam mumbled, and nodded.

You stroked a hand through his hair. “I’m so sorry, baby. Is there anything I can do?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Adam’s short responses made you feel unappreciated. You were trying your hardest, but why didn’t he want anything to do with you? Why did he always come back to you? “Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you staying tonight?”

“Yes.”

Your heart jumped, and you looked excitedly into Adam’s eyes. “Really!?”

“Mhm.”

You flung your arms around his shoulders. “Oh yes! Thank you! I love you so much!”

Adam sighed, and nuzzled your forehead. “What are you still doing up? You know it’s late, you should have been asleep a long time ago.”

You shivered at his stern tone. “Y-Yeah… Well, I was waiting for you… Like I always do…”

“Why don’t you get ready for bed? I’ll be right there.”

“What? But you’re staying HERE tonight! We should do something fun! Right? Don’t you wanna have a good time while you’re here with me? Remember when we used to stay up ‘till three watching comedies?”

“Y/N…” Adam whispered gravely. He wasn’t looking at you.

Your heart broke. “You don’t want to do that?”

Adam thought carefully, before saying, “I think we’ve moved on from those days.”

Your heart plummeted to earth, your hopes and dreams falling apart right in front of your eyes. You were devastated, tragic. Frantically, you pressed up against Adam, your hands roaming his body and your noses touching. “But… We can stay up… watch adult cartoons?” Then you asked a little more sexily, “Will you blow up the big balloons/balloon? So big that they all go… pop?”

Adam pulled his head back for another quick drag on his cigarette, but he returned it to its close proximity afterwards. “Y/N…”

“Dress up in each other’s clothes?” you continued desperately. “Dance in the dark to jazz? Have bubblegum at midnight? Get tipsy? Turn off the lights and kiss in the corner? Promise…”

Adam leaned his head forward, and he did kiss you. His lips were so wild it drove you mad. You gasped as he got a little… vulgar… You hadn’t kissed him in so long. It felt like forever ago. It was so good, too. You groaned against his lips.

He pushed away from the counter, and guided you backwards across the kitchen. Adam’s mouth left a slimy trail from your lips to your ear. Your socks slipped on the wood floor as you moved back. A couple of random items littered the floor and your feet skidded into them; the feeling of metal and sharp pins stabbed into the bottom of your right foot. You flinched, but kept moving. You rarely ever got Adam like this anymore, you weren’t going to put a stop to it. You closed your eyes as your back pressed onto the cool, sleek, wall.

It was like water on your lips, engulfing your mouth and taking you under again. Your mind was completely still and silent, peaceful and whole, while your surroundings gave you blackness and quietness. And then, just like a ripple coming through, the water surged upward. The wild waves spilled down your cheeks and neck, and got into your mouth; it was your shore. The feelings made you weak.

Adam pushed you further up the wall, making you squeal audibly. He felt out the layout of his partner’s body. You resurfaced, gasping, panting, in dire need of breath. The repetition played before you like a film that was set to loop; no end seemed to ever come of that ocean. You greeted his waves with your own, each time being more eager than that of the last. You were so deeply in love. Fuck…

Adam had started kissing your chest, and both his hands were pushing your head into the wall, so that it was angled up towards the ceiling. You could feel him making his way further and further down, his lips soft as silks. Down, down, down.

Oh what a wonderful feeling.

And then, as Adam neared your waist, he looked up at you, for the first time taking his mouth off your skin. You shivered at the cold spot on your stomach where his lips had been. You returned his gaze. “What’s the matter?” You wondered.

“I love you.” Adam examined your face for a short moment.

Your heart fluttered dramatically. You loved hearing him say that. “I… I love you, too.”

“But I need you to go upstairs for a little bit, okay? I have… things to take care of…”

“Like what?” You asked seductively. “Anything I can help with?” You put a strong emphasis on ‘I’.

“Y/N,” he said seriously.

“I wish you would trust me to tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m just… cleaning up a little bit…”

He means taking care of the mess he made with the other person downstairs…

“Right,” you said dubiously, and trailed off. There was more you wanted to say but you were… not sure how your questions would affect you later so you just turned around and climbed the stairs.

In the bedroom, you switched the light on, and proceeded to get ready for bed. As you displayed yourself majestically on the bed, hoping to get a good reaction from Adam when he joined you, you thought about some things.

It dampened your mood, unfortunately, but you did wonder about Adam’s loyalty. What the hell was the relationship you had with him? It was like you didn’t exist. You were only there for him when he needed you. You wanted Adam’s love again.

Adam smiled at you when he saw the sight waiting for him. “Well, Y/N. What have we here? Is someone asking for something?”

You would have looked excitedly into his eyes, if you weren’t feeling so somber at the moment. You kept your gaze cast down. “Why do you sleep with other people?” You asked him bluntly, your heart beating loudly, shaking you like an earthquake shakes the earth.

“It’s nothing personal, you know,” he said.

“Then why do you fuck them and not me?” You demanded.

Adam sighed. “You’re my love, Y/N, you know.” His tone was dull and he didn’t meet your gaze. He let his hand fall to yours, and swiftly he removed the pretty, sticky, ring pop from your finger. He discarded it into the wastebasket beside the bed, and then fumbled in the bedside table. He replaced the old one with a new one, and then proceeded to kiss your lips. “You’re always my VIP.”

You looked at the ring pop on your finger again halfheartedly, starting to feel better again. “Really?”

Adam nodded briefly. “Of course.”

“Promise to play house with me forever…”

Adam only watched you disdainfully. “Just relax. You know I have to go back out in the morning.”

Your heart was torn out again. Oh yeah… That’s right… he doesn’t give a fuck about me…

“I love you,” you whispered.

“You, too,” he replied unenthusiastically. “Just remember the ring pop, Y/N. You can never leave me. You won’t.”

You sighed and sank down into the mattress. That ring pop. Oh, that damned, fucking ring pop! How much importance it held. The very meaning of its purpose! It was almost like a marking; an unbreakable bond that was signed off at marriage. It kept you here, trapped you here; a rope of captivity tying you to him for eternity. There was no escaping this… but did you even want to? Something about the way the sharp splinters cut into your skin made you want to tie the knot tighter.

But you knew Adam didn’t love you. Not really at least. Maybe there were times when he returned and he DID remember what he fell in love with, but that part of him was gone. Had been for a long time now. Ever since he married you. Ever since you gave him all your money. But he HAD loved you once upon a time. He HAD cared. He HAD wanted you. And it broke your heart to see it all gone now.

Is this unhealthy? You wondered. Should I leave? Do I want to? You stared up at Adam and the answer came to you instantly. That miserable look in his eyes. He DID need you, just as you needed him. You both were tethered to each other, simply by one existing element: a lonely ring pop that destroyed all of the current reality. You longed for Adam’s love, and somewhere Adam longed for something from you as well, whatever that might be. And together the two combined to make a perfect match out of a million little flaws.

You wondered about Adam, as well. Was he the same person as before? It didn’t really appear like it. Sometimes instead of tying YOU up, the prickly rope tied around ADAM, and he forgot what he was doing. Got confused and disoriented. Got consumed in his lie.

Was he going to come back to you one day? Was he going to come back to his senses? Did he want that? Did YOU want that?

As much as you hated it, you did know the reason for his infidelity. He was lost. He didn't know what he wanted. He got his money, then lost himself. He was looking for something in them. But he held on to you because... well, you were natural.

Normal.

Everything he needed.

That was why he kept coming back. That was why he stayed. And that was why he left.

“What’s the matter?” Adam whispered in your ear softly. “Usually you're squirming by this time.” His voice was low and ominous.

In a rush, the world came crashing down on top of you. White noise filled your ears and darkness consumed your vision. You gasped. Adam was touching on you inappropriately in between the legs, and sending kisses down your jaw. You groaned and rocked your hips into his palm. “A-Adam. Hi. Yes. I-I’m with you.”

“Better be,” Adam mumbled. “Don't leave me like that again.”

You sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, I love you.” Adam’s voice softened and an ounce of actuality crept into it.

You inhaled sharply. Sometimes you could still hear HIM in his voice. Maybe Adam COULD come back? Maybe, just maybe, he would want to?

“And I love you, Adam…”

Always.

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A/N I’m sorry for the sad story. Also, I love how this one turned out. It bleeds tragedy and heartbreak. It’s everything that I dream about writing one day, (not to mention I actually worked really hard to paint the exact picture I had in my mind.) so I'd love it if people would drop a like to let me know what they thought. Thanks so much for the support. I don’t express it but I do appreciate all of you!

~ TwooneZ

Coworker Trouble - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N this one is different. I made an OC, (original character) who is the main protagonist. This is another song inspired story - Tear Drops on My Guitar, a song by Taylor Swift.

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Ash combed his hair lamely. He was sitting at the cafeteria. His job was low-paying, but at least it got his groceries. He’d had eyes for someone for a long time, but he’d been way too nervous to start any conversations with them. He straightened out his dress, and shuffled his high heels. How did he go about this? Would ‘this someone’ enjoy the fact that he wore makeup?

Ash clasped and unclasped her hands, trying to understand her situation. Adam Stanheight was a coworker of hers, but… he didn’t feel the same way about her. She didn’t know how to take that. Adam was… the PERFECT guy. So… why did he only see her as a friend? She felt miserable.

“Ash!” Adam called suddenly.

Ash looked back at Adam, and his heart skipped a beat. “Oh…” He said. “Hi, Adam…”.

“How’s lunch?”

“Good. How’s you-’re lunch?” Ash asked dumbly.

“I’m going to see Y/N for lunch!” Adam announced gladly. His eyes were shining and his smile was bright. “Do you want to come?”

Ash shook her head, feeling sad. “I-I’m sorry. I should go back to work.”

“What? Come on.”

Ash had to look away. It hurt too much to remember that Adam spent more time with Y/N than he did with her. All she wanted was his affection. How could she go about it?

“Y/N…” Adam whispered, and then sighed dreamily. “Is the best person I’ve ever had in my life… Ash, do you think we’ll work out?”

Ash smiled. Adam was so cute, and… she wanted the best for him even if it meant giving up her chances with him. “Yes,” she said honestly. “I’ve seen the way Y/N looks at you…”

Adam spun around on his feet. “Oh, thank you!” Then Ash saw you pass down the hall. He held his breath, not wanting Adam to leave so soon. He liked being this close to Adam. But, unfortunately, Adam had seen you too, and went darting out of the room. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and whispered in your ear. You laughed, and pushed him away, cheeks bright red.

Adam looked back at Ash, questioning him if he really didn’t want to join them. Ash backed away slowly. That look in Adam’s eyes… He heaved a sigh. Adam was handsome. “Okay, fine. That’s on you,” Adam called to Ash, who sunk deeper in his chair.

Adam nuzzled your cheek. You giggled, and combed your fingers through Adam’s hair. “Lunch at the usual place?” He asked.

You grinned. “Of course!”

Adam cupped your cheek, and leaned in close to your face. “Just the two of us?”

You nodded. “Like always…”

“Just as it should be…”

You sighed desperately. “You’re so cool…” you told Adam vaguely.

“Ironic, since it’s like one hundred degrees in here,” Adam replied wittily.

You blushed, and mustered, “Oh… But I mean it, though. You’re just really pretty…”

Adam leaned back, his arms crossed over his chest. “Go on…”

You twiddled your thumbs nervously. “Well… You’re really attractive… you know…”

Faulkner hummed out contentedly, and he blinked at you. “What else?”

You laughed. “You silly goose! All you want are my compliments.”

Adam shrugged. “But did you lie?”

“N-No…” You admitted.

Adam chuckled. “Alright. Well, YOU’RE gorgeous…”

During this encounter, Ash had been watching from the sidelines. Jealousy spiked inside of him, and he went back to his office to continue his work.

Ash thought helplessly, I’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he talks about. And she’s got everything that I’ve got to live without.

It was a long workday. Ash was pretty sure lines and words were going to be engraved into her eyes for the rest of her entire lifetime. Her mind was reeling from all the work. Her feet were sore from being pressed into the ground for so long and her hands cramped from typing.

Throughout the day, she had been up to grab some water, and attend a few business meetings, but otherwise her butt hadn’t left the chair cushion for about six hours. She was starving. She hadn’t gotten enough to eat at lunch because the events between Adam and Y/N had been quite distracting.

Ash folded her papers and tossed them on the keyboard. This shit was tiring. Fortunately, now was closing time, and she could go home. She arranged her office and then packed her things. She was ready to go!

As Ash stepped out of his office though, he was greeted by another coworker, who informed him of a drinking party happening at their place. Ash declined, feeling tired. He kept walking down the hall.

Adam Stanheight came up behind him. “Hey, Ash! You worked overtime as well?”

Ash smiled. “Oh yeah. Today I had to finish some paperwork.”

Adam inhaled deeply. “I’m telling you Ash, I’ve found The One!”

Ash bit his lower lip. “I don’t want to talk about it this time, Adam. I’m so tired. I should probably take a cab home, honestly.” It was a half truth. Ash didn’t want to lie outright but he needed to get out of here asap. This atmosphere was making him sick.

“Oh, just wait a moment! I wanted to tell you that we almost kissed! It was so excruciating. You know? I just feel… uh… I don’t know. It was painful because we were so close but then… I’m kinda glad we didn’t.”

Ash laughed. She was horrified at herself for doing that but she couldn’t contain her emotions. This situation was a little bit silly, how she couldn’t see anyone else when Adam was with her.

Adam stared at her. “What?”

Ash wanted to hit herself on the head with a fifteen pound, hardcover book. This was MORTIFYING. “N-no,” she stammered. “I think it’s lovely?”

“It was.”

“Adam!” Y/N called from up ahead. The two of them hurried to catch up. “Are we pooling tomorrow as well?”

Adam nodded. “Yep! If that’s alright with you…” he leaned in so that your noses were touching. Ash tried not to pull you away from each other but it was harder than expected.

“You’re really pretty in the streetlight…” Adam whispered in your ear.

You blushed and pulled him closer. “Oooh. You like this?” You stroked a hand down your body.

Adam scoffed. “Who said that?”

You giggled and simply said back, “I like YOU.”

Adam’s mouth fell open. “I… wasn’t expecting you to say that…”

“Well then,” you replied. “You are promptly an idiot.” You were joking, of course.

Adam laughed. “Maybe if we try kissing this time, we won’t be interrupted?” He asked.

Ash cleared his throat uncomfortably. “You do realize that… there’s a third wheeler here?”

You and Adam glance at Ash. “Oh…” You made a pouty face. “Someone squeamish?”

“No,” Ash snapped.

I just don’t want to see you kissing HIM…

“Okay Adam, let me get the car,” you said, and finally you walked away. Ash scanned the parking lot once more. His car was somewhere near the back… was that it?! No, it was a jeep… fuck!

“I’m so in love…” Adam murmured. “I think I’ve finally got it right, this time.”

Ash scowled at the ground. I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night. Woah, that sounds really fucking creepy!

“I’m happy for you…” Ash choked out.

Can he tell that I can’t breathe? Now that he thought about it, his lungs felt tight and dry. He wanted to scream but there wasn’t enough air for it. It was a strange experience.

“So…” Adam asked. “What do you think about my chances with Y/N now?”

Ash sighed. “I think they’re better than mine,” he grunted, not even trying to cover up the mistake, or hide his disappointment.

You came around the corner, head out the window, and a stupid grin on your face. “Adam!” You yelled. “We going, or what?”

Adam shook himself from his stupor, and answered, “Definitely! I was just asking Ash about the brilliant weather.” He laughed.

Yeah… cover it up. You want Y/N more than me, Ash thought, deterred.

Adam climbed into the car, happily as ever, and pecked you on the cheek. You squealed and rubbed your cheek.

Ash stalked past you and headed for his car, which he had found at that exact moment. It was at the very back, towards the right. He slunk away, his heart heavy.

Poor Ash’s mind was a mess. She felt heartbroken and elated. She was glad to see Adam with someone that made him happy, but she was destroyed that SHE would never get the man she wanted. She was jealous.

She turned on the radio so it blasted her ears, and she drove straight past you. From the corner of her eye, she caught you kissing him. It angered Ash but she kept driving. Her lover was waiting for her somewhere, just not here.

As he drove, Ash couldn’t get the image of you and Adam kissing out his head. He saw it in every light, in every sign. It drove him mad.

At this point Ash didn’t even know why he still hung on. It was like a song he kept singing in the car. He kept wishing on a wishing star, but the reason wasn’t clear. Maybe he wanted Adam that badly? But no, Y/N was the lucky one for him. Why was life so cruel? How could he change it?

Ash glanced at the photograph sitting on the passenger seat. She flipped it over so that the back was facing upward. “Maybe I can get some sleep tonight?” She wondered out loud.

Ash’s stomach was churning with fire. Hot streaks flashed through him every once in a while. It made the car ride home very difficult. He struggled not to give into his anxiety. But he knew he wouldn’t be better till he got home. Was that going to be soon? He hoped so. All he wanted to do was crash on the bed and never wake up. He didn’t want to perish, but he just didn’t want to be conscious for a very long time. His heart felt weak.

He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar, he realized suddenly. That’s why I cry every time. Oh wow.

This realization made Ash feel utterly miserable. She got out of her car, and stumbled inside. Without even turning the light on, she drifted into the bedroom. Her shoes were still on, her hair was still up, and her face wasn’t even dry yet from crying. She was asleep faster than she’d ever been in her entire life, dreading the events that tomorrow brought. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad? Maybe it wouldn’t be what she expected? Maybe things would turn around in the end? Or perhaps she could still be friends with Adam? Whatever the outcome was, she couldn’t be too sure it was going to be all that bad. After all, there didn’t always need to be two people in a singular relationship…

Chills - Adam Stanheight / Reader

This story is inspired by Souvenir - a Selena Gomez song.

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You were at it again, the both of you, hugging close to one another after breakfast like it was the last time you would ever get to see each other.  Adam Stanheight’s body heat was practically lulling you to sleep, but you didn’t want to leave him yet; you were so perfect in this moment and you didn’t want it to end. It was long stares and alluring exchanges like these that got you giddy and fuzzy. Fires sparked along your skin wherever he touched you, making you sizzle with the friction. 

Adam’s brown eyes were so easy to get lost in, all you had to do was glance at them and you would be drowning in the depths of that iris; examining every little detail and taking in all the experiences they’d been through. You would never get tired of swimming there, floundering there. And Adam stared directly back into your eyes, the ripe color of them so mesmerizing; he’d never get tired of this.

Your chests rose and fell together with every careful breath that each of you took. The fear of being lost, if only you were to break the cycle of your breathing, kept you from disrupting the pattern that you had created. Even though there was no threat, it was a mere superstition that you both shared. You had to breathe together, as one. 

It was just so… breathtaking… you could say - how so many feelings could pulse through you at once; you were addicted. Once the corrupted air from Adam’s lungs entered yours, it was just like… a souvenir almost; one you didn’t want to get rid of. 

Each breath, and brush of skin, made you numb, gave you goosebumps. You’d always feel it in the same place. Sometimes it would be on your arms, but mostly it was up your spine. Starting from your head all the way down to your feet. It was so strong sometimes you felt incapacitated. You loved that feeling. 

And it didn’t have to be cold in the room for you to feel that. Right now, it was ninety degrees Fahrenheit, and for some reason you had the heat running, but nevertheless, those chills came and went like it was the middle of December in a hail storm straight from the North Pole. Up and down, and up and down, those chills wouldn’t give you a break.

Adam’s lips were planted on yours strongly, dragging you into a lapse of kissing that kept going. His mouth felt all over yours and finding new places to explore. He tilted your head back so it was resting up on the wall. The pressure of his lips on yours was so levitating, like lifting you away from your fears and into a world where only good things existed. The rush was so energizing and exciting, you could barely even move or speak. 

Adam lifted you up so that you were sitting on his hips, back against the wall, and arms around his neck. Faulkner pushed you closer to the cool wall. It made you shiver but you were too engulfed by the feelings on your lips to care. 

There was a nasty smell of burning trash wafting in from the window, and the noisy traffic cluttered your hearing with nothing else. Outside it was bright and beautiful, the sky was clear with puffy clouds drifting across. The streets had a shine from the recent rain. The air was fresh and invigorating. 

Inside, it smelled musty and dusty, like someone had just swept and the gunk was floating in the atmosphere. You and Adam had several steampunk objects lying around the house. The steampunk dragonfly was a wedding gift, but afterwards you’d become addicted. Now you had a collection. It only had fifteen items but it was a work in progress. 

You felt the gentle, warm, tug of Adam’s lips slip out of your plump, sensitive ones. You moaned and opened your eyes to look at him. “Adam…” you gurgled unintelligently. 

Adam was gasping from the fast set pace he had been kissing you at.  “Sheesh. I didn’t know I could kiss you like that.”

“I didn’t either,” you muttered. “So why did you stop?”

“Sorry,” Adam apologized. “You know… Oxygen…”

You nodded, a smile on your face. “Right,” you whispered, and then allowed Adam to catch his breath. You leaned forward so that your chest  was resting on Adam’s shoulder. You kept your head up and looked out the window, feeling the rise and fall of your boyfriend’s chest. You could hear the low breath in your ear. 

Letting your mind go numb, you closed your eyes, and took in the smokey smell of Adam’s clothes. You bit your lower lip tiredly, relaxation filling your body like warm liquid. “I love you,” Adam said.

You snuggled closer, and wrapped your legs tighter around Adam’s waist. “I love you, too.”

Adam pushed you back against the wall, and started another make-out session. Adam’s hands rose up your shirt and you moaned out his name. He traced your stomach and your chest, slid up towards your collar bones and chin. You melted against his soft touch. You locked eyes with him, losing yourself in a daze.      

“Adam…” 

“Is that all you know how to say?” Adam asked you. 

You nodded. “Yeah. The only language I can speak. I call it… Lovesick Language.”

“I like that language. I think I speak it well, too, Y/N.”

“Mmmh. Adam…”

Adam smiled in amusement, and then kissed you again, lighter and gentler. “You’re so precious,” he said softly.  He caressed your cheek and slid his thumb over your jaw. “My everything.”

You leaned your cheek into his palm. “Oh, Adam… You’re so good to me.” 

“You think so?”

“Mmhmm.” You murmured happily, a contented look on your face.

 Adam chuckled. “I’d hope so. I try very hard to take care of you.” 

You nuzzled his cheek and took in a deep breath, your heart swelling with affection. “And I you, baby.”

Adam kissed you again, and your breath was taken away again. He lifted you from the wall and you hugged him tighter. Stanheight spun around a couple of times, looking up at you playfully. He headed to the bedroom, holding you close so as to not run you into anything. You enjoyed the ride. “You’ve been so good,” he muttered alluringly in  your ear. 

You shuddered at his words. “I try my best…”

“So, so, so, good, baby,” Adam insisted. 

You hummed out, feeling a little bit… excited… You moaned out a little too enticingly. “What are you planning?”

Adam dropped you suddenly, and you were airborne for a few seconds, before landing on the fluffy mattress of the bed. Adam leaned over you, his hands on either side of your head. He grinned at you proudly, and straddled your hips. “Hi my beautiful.”

You blushed. “Hi…” You murmured with a shy smile.

“Don’t look at me like that… You know I can’t resist you when you give me that smile.”

You apologized profusely, and Adam watched you passively, until he got tired of it. “Shh, baby. I get it.”

“Adam…” You mumbled. “What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m GOING to fuck you. But I don’t think that’s what you’re asking.”

You giggled. “I just wanted to hear you say it…” 

“I know,” Adam whispered, and then started to peel your clothes off. “Just take my breath away, like you always do.”

“ ‘Course, Adam. I’d love to,” you replied compliantly.

“And be a sweet thing, yeah?” Adam’s voice was low and seductive.

“Yeah.” Your voice wavered, and broke. You were so full of emotions you could barely speak.

“Promise?” Adam questioned ominously, with no intent of being dangerous.

“I promise,” you purred straight back.

Paranoiac Assumptions -Adam Stanheight /Reader

A/N This was inspired by a writing prompt! Enjoy ~

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You stepped out into the warm atmosphere, the sun shining brilliantly. Adam Faulkner hadn’t invited you but you’d come by anyway. His apartment windows were all sealed shut. You threw a pencil at it, because you knew it wouldn’t break the glass, unlike a pebble would. It was enough to get Adam’s attention. He opened the window and peered out at you. “Y/N! What brings you here on a day like today?”

You shrugged. “Oh… nothin’ much. What’re YOU doing?” 

Adam had a sharp knife in his hands. He rolled his head back. “Cooking.”

You stared at Adam in disbelief. “ ‘Cooking’!? You? You’ve gotta be joking.”

“I wish,” Adam grumbled. “But no. I have a client coming over. We’re staying late, so I figured I’d make something…”

“Want me to help?” You called out to him.

Adam had turned away, obviously he was watching something inside. “Ah, fuck.” He stalked back into the kitchen. 

You stared after him, but he never came back. You realized then that you lost your pencil among the bushes lining the apartment wall. You sat in the sun for a couple of moments, enjoying its warm rays on your tingly skin, but eventually that got boring. “Adam!” You shouted up to him. Your neck was getting sore from looking up. “Are you going to let me in? You know I don’t have the password to the front door.”

No answer. All you could hear was the singing of the birds in the trees and the barking of a couple of dogs not far away. For once there wasn’t overwhelming traffic to stand in your way. “Adam, I don’t want to throw a rock and break your window. What are you doing?” 

Still, there was no response. You knocked on the door. Maybe there was someone inside who would let you in? But, no one showed up. You stalked over to the bushes to try and find your pencil. The leaves were damp from the earlier rain. You were unsatisfied when you got water in your shoes. At least you found your pencil! 

You stood back and aimed your shot. The window was open this time, but maybe if you hit one of the closed ones the pencil wouldn’t fall into the apartament. You missed. The pencil sailed through the air and landed somewhere inside Adam’s apartment. You were able to hear the clink it made when it landed on the floor. You huffed in annoyance. Maybe the landlord would give you the code?

“Y/N!” Adam called down to you abruptly. 

Your heart leapt. “Adam?” Was he going to let you in this time?

“I found your pencil. You wanted something?” He put your pencil on the window sill.

“Yeah, I want to be let in,” you replied haughtily.

“Oh, shit, right.”  

Adam was clumsy sometimes but boy he was a sweetheart. And not to mention, he was kinda cute in the process of his clumsiness. “I love you.” 

Adam smiled. “I love you more.”

“I love you most!” You shot back triumphantly. 

“I love you superlatively,” Adam winked at you. 

You felt affection roll over you like it was a physical blanket of comfort. You blushed in embarrassment, feeling special. Adam was good at doing that to you. “Hey, Adam… it’s lovely out here and all, but-”

“Goddamn it, not again!” Adam walked back into the apartment, leaving you all alone once more. 

“Wait, Adam! Come back! Fuck…” You turned around to sit on a nearby street bench, which had been in the sun all morning so it was dry, when there was an exclamation from Adam’s window. You looked back up in alarm. 

“Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Damn it!”

“Adam!? Are you okay? Adam! Come down here! For the love of god, I will break your window just to get your attention. Don’t test me.” The statement canceled out your intention of using a pencil. Things change, I guess.

The lack of response put you on edge. Anything could be happening up there, and you couldn’t see it! Your heart started to pound. “Adaaaaaam!” You wailed miserably. “Come on, where the fuck are you?”

You could feel your eyes start to sting. Every moment away from your lover scared you more and more. You started sweating, and breathing fast.

"Fuck! Tell me you're okay, Adam! Tell me you're alright! Say something, anything!" You started to look on the ground for something to throw. You would do ANYTHING, if you had to.

“Excuse me, are you alright?” Someone asked from behind you. 

Nervously, you glanced over your shoulder. Adam’s landlord was eyeing you mistrustfully, his arms crossed over his chest and his mouth turned in a frown, as if he expected you to bite him unexpectedly. 

“No!” You exclaimed drastically, relieved to be getting some kind of help at last. “My boyfriend lives here. I need to get in to see him! Please! I think something’s happened to him.”

 “Adam Stanheight?” The landlord wanted confirmation before allowing some stranger into the apartment. 

“Yes!” You pleaded. Your heart sped up. What was this man doing? The longer you waited for his response the worse Adam's injury could be getting! What if he needed an ambulance! Someone had to rescue him! And you didn't have all day!

From above you, there was a series of curse words and the landlord looked up nonchalantly. You froze in terror. Now what what was happening?

The landlord gazed back at you blankly, and then walked over to the door. He pushed it open easily, and held it for you. You ran inside without even saying thank you. You took the stairs two at a time.

Slamming your fists on Adam’s apartment door, you yelled for him, alerting everyone else to your presence. “Adam! Adam! Open the door! Open the goddamn door! Come on, Adam!” You put your forehead on the door tiredly, and let out a breath. 

The splintered wood from the old, weary, door poked into your fingers and head, and increased the intensity of the moment. Hollow echoes bounced off the walls and ceiling as other people came and went. Your chest felt cold, and your arms were sore from clenching your fists. “Adam…?” You asked quietly. 

The door was pulled open suddenly, and you fell forward, much to Adam’s surprise. He let out a yelp, and caught you in his arms. “Oh my god! Y/N! What’s wrong!?” 

You pushed yourself out of his grasp and stared at him in horror. “What’s wrong with ME!?” You tackled Adam to the ground and scanned his face and body for injuries. “What happened to YOU? I heard you shouting and got really scared!” 

There was no sign of injury on your boyfriend. 

“Me?” Adam gave you a puzzled look, all the while trying to get your hands off his face. This task was not easy. “I’m fine, Y/N,” he attempted to explain around your fingers. “I just pinched myself in the pantry door. It hurt a lot at the time, but it’s gone now.”

“Well, what about after that?” You questioned straightforwardly, almost as though you were TRYING to find a reason to be upset. You got up and ran into the kitchen. Everything was neat and tidy, except for the utensils Adam had used for his cooking. Nothing suggested anything terrible. 

“What are you looking for?” Adam asked, staring at you dumbly, still recovering from your attack. 

“Right before I came in here,” you told him. “Something happened.”

He laughed. “Are you referring to when I spilled water on the floor? It got all over my clothes! I’m still a little wet from that.”

  You stared at Adam with your mouth agape and your eyes stretched wide, feeling awkward. Your mind was going numb. It felt like a dying flower losing it's last petal. “So… you’re okay?” You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You were super embarrassed now!

“Mmhmm.” Adam nodded briefly. 

“Completely fine?” You wanted to make sure.

“Yep.” Adam popped his lips at the end. He closed the door to his apartment room.

You gazed around the room, unable to look Adam in the eyes. “Oh… Well… That’s good…” You fumbled with the edge of your shirt, trying to look busy. 

Adam passed you on his way to the stove. “Anyway. Want to stay for dinner?” He asked you casually.

You leaned against the counter, trying to get over the uncomfortableness. “Um… Yeah…” You said shyly. “I’d love to. Maybe I can stay the night, too?”

“A slumber party?” Adam asked, a sly smile on his lips. “Sure. After my client goes home. He’s stopping by to grab his pictures. You know the drill.”

“You must know him personally then? I don’t think you’d be making dinner for him otherwise.”

Adam shrugged. “Yeah. We’re close.”

You smiled. “Cute.”

Adam grinned back. “I try my best!”

You hung back, still scanning for signs of an accident. There was no sign of trouble lingering anywhere, and now it was very quiet. You said slowly, “Your day going well?” The embarrassment was wearing off.

“So far. How about yours?”

“Fine, I guess,” you mumbled. “I’m just glad you’re alright. You scared me.”

“Sorry.” Adam hugged you. “I was trying not to burn the apartment down.”

You leaned into him, feeling his strong arms around your shoulders, and you put your head on his chest. You relaxed in his embrace, adrenaline still high in your blood. “Well that’s good. Wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Adam smiled into your hair. “No, I guess not.”

A voice called through the open window. “Adam? Mind letting me in? I’m here to grab my pictures!”

Adam pulled away from you. “There he is,” he sighed happily.

“Does he know you made dinner?” You inquired.

“I told him,” Adam answered calmly. “But he probably forgot.”

You chuckled, and sat down at the breakfast table, as Adam went out to invite his client inside. You drummed your fingers lightly on the surface of the table, waiting for Adam to return. You'd forgotten about your pencil, and hopefully you'd find it before it fell out the window of its own accord, but there was no way to be sure of that, at this time. Your heart was finally starting to slow down, much to your relief. 

The harsh footsteps on the stairs put you on edge, as you tried to put every bad scenario that included Adam injuring himself in some way, out of your thoughts. You laid your head down on the table, and listened to the rhythmic tapping of your fingers until Adam returned back to you, safe and sound. 

All's Not Forsaken - Adam Stanheight / Reader

TW: Negative Self-Esteem/Depression.

A/N - Inspired by Disturbed's song, The Light. I hope you enjoy!

TW: Negative Self-Esteem/Depression.

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It was Wednesday, three pm. Work had just finished for you, and as always, you’d gone to grab something to drink with your friends; Adam Faulkner Stanheight was included, of course. You were just leaving, your right hand getting cold from holding the fourth drink, it was your fiancé’s. 

You had been quiet for most of the trip from work to here. You could sense Adam’s depression as soon as you’d seen him, but you hadn’t had the heart to bring it up with him in front of your friends. You tried to tell yourself that it was just your anxiety, but you knew better than that. 

Adam greeted you with a smile though. It wasn’t one of those fake smiles either, it was genuine; one of those ‘I’m so happy to see you’ and ‘I love you so much,’ smiles. He hugged you. 

Adam though had chosen to stay in the car while you went into the shop with your friends. He hadn’t even requested anything, but you had ordered something for him anyway. You didn’t want him to miss out. That would have made you feel really sad! 

The weather had been clear for most of the day, however when work ended for you it started pouring, hail and rain were mixed in. You were unsatisfied to see that it hadn’t changed while you were ordering your drinks. You bobbed your head up and down to the song playing on the radio, as you waited for your friends to finish adjusting their coffees. You had gone through the alphabet twice when they arrived. 

Slowly, while laughing and joking, you walked back to Adam, who had his forehead on the top of the steering wheel, so as to not interrupt the silence with loud honking. Your demeanor changed at the sight. Seeing your significant other look so desolate made you unhappy. Your friends had wandered off together to go look in one of the strip malls. 

You pried the door open with a pinky finger, and then set your drink into one of the cup holders. “Hey, Adam,” you whispered. 

Adam Faulkner sat back, wiping at his eyes incessantly, trying to look completely laid back. “You’re back. Where’d your friends go?”

You attempted to ignore the sadness drifting off of Adam. “Over there.” You pointed to a shop across the street, and squinted your eyes to keep the sunlight out of them. From the corner of your vision though, you caught Adam trying not to break down. 

At first you were going to let him solve it, and not bring attention to his feelings. But after five antagonizing minutes, you got reckless. Watching him try to cover up sobs - and failing at it, by the way - was too much to bear. 

“Adam,” you breathed empathetically, and came around to his side. You straddled his lap. “I got you something.” You lifted the drink to Adam’s lips. 

Adam turned his head away. “I’m not thirsty.”

But that didn’t stop you. You turned his head towards you again, and tipped the cup forward. Adam gagged in surprise, but then took the cup from you, downing a quarter of its contents one go. 

When he was able to talk again, he looked at you in bewilderment. “You got my favorite…”

You smiled in amusement. “Of course!”

“Heh… thanks.” Adam looked insecure, as he put the cup into the holder next to yours. 

“Better?” You asked. To your disappointment, Adam shook his head. “No? Is there anything I can do to help?”

Adam just gazed at you heartbrokenly. He looked on the verge of tears. You opened your arms to him. “Come here,” you encouraged. 

Adam laid his head on your shoulder and started crying. He was so distraught it hurt you. You put your chin on top of his head, and breathed in his scent. 

The shoulder of your shirt was getting soaked from Adam’s tears, but you didn’t mind really. All that mattered to you right now was Stanheight. Your fiancé was having a difficult time as of late, due to traumatic past events. You felt really bad for him. 

Wrapping your arms around Adam’s waist, you pulled him close. There was no sound except for Adam’s weak crying. You held him tightly, rocking back and forth like you would a baby. The hollowness in your stomach increased with every breath released from his lungs. If only there was something you could do for him. 

“It’s alright,” you murmured. “I’m here with you.” You lifted your hands up his back comfortingly. “I’ll always be here.” Adam pressed closer, but didn’t say anything. “Please don’t shut me out, Adam. What’s wrong?”

You waited patiently for Adam to gather himself, and then he gazed at you. His eyes were red and squinted, tears were running down his face, and his skin was pale white. “Hi…” You greeted reassuringly once his eyes came up to yours. 

Adam choked lamely, unable to speak. It broke your heart. “I love you,” he mustered, his voice wavering. 

You felt something crack inside of you. Having your groom-to-be look at you like he would never see you again and tell you that he loved you, was so touching, but also horrible. You didn’t like seeing him look at you like that, but his words were so sweet, you almost started crying as well. 

You knew you had to be strong for Adam though. Crying wasn’t going to make him feel better. You frowned sadly at him. “Awe… I love you, too, Adam.”

“Why?” Adam asked unhappily. 

“ ‘Why’?” You repeated, shocked. “Why is space infinite? I don’t know, I just do. You’re my best friend.”

“But how?” Faulkner tilted his head at you, searching your eyes for some kind of answer. “What did I do for you? I’m just the pathetic, mentally-unstable, person in the friend group.”

You blew out a saddened breath, your chest falling in on itself. Ouch. 

“You’re so much more than that, baby,” you insisted. “You work so hard at your job. You’re so passionate about it. And you love taking care of people… Especially me,” you winked at him. 

Adam shook his head and coughed on another sob. “I’m not as good as you think,” he grumbled. 

You leaned your head down to his ear. “How so? Explain to me, how so?” 

Adam grabbed your shoulders tighter. “I’m… I’m…” Your fiancé had to think for a moment. “I’m a mess, Y/N. I’m so stuck in the past. I can’t even walk into the bathroom at night without turning the lights on. I should be better for you.”

“No,” you whispered emphatically, and pulled your head back to look at him, insistence shining in your (e/c) eyes. “You don’t need to be better. I don’t need you to be like that at all! You’ve been through something terribly traumatic. There’s nothing you CAN do. It’s okay to feel weak, Adam. You’re okay. I love you so much.”

“You shouldn’t.”

You sighed. “And cars shouldn’t pollute the atmosphere, but that hasn’t changed. So, why will I?” You responded wittily, then added more seriously.  “I DO love you. HAVE, loved you. WILL love you. You can’t make me change my mind. I know who you are on the inside, and I know that it’s hard for you to accept that you’re worth my time, but that won’t make me love you any less. One day you will get it.”

“I’m sorry…”

“None of this is your fault.”

Adam glared at you. “I NEED to be better. YOU need me to be better. I’m useless with what I’m doing right now. I can’t believe I thought going back to photography was going to be enough.”

You grasped Adam’s cheeks in your hands. “YOU are all I need. That’s it. You. I don’t care about anything else. And don’t you realize what going back to photography has done for you? It’s something, baby; you can’t blame this on that. If it weren’t for the photography, you wouldn’t be HERE. Maybe you don’t know it yet, but it’s doing so much more than you even realize. I can see it. You can’t see it yet, but I can. And I’m so proud of you.”

Adam Stanheight was stunned by your speech. He stared at you in amazement, like you’d just grown wings and learned to fly. A shockwave of emotions came crashing over him. An avalanche of feelings just so supreme to anything else it unleashed another rain storm of tears. Faulkner hugged you, pushing his head into your other shoulder. Pretty soon both your sleeves would be wet. 

You bit your lower lip. “I love you, Adam,” you breathed out desperately. “You’re so good, already. I love you.”

Adam leaned back in the chair and nodded. “I love you, too.”

You smiled contentedly. “Alright. You ready to go home?”

“Yeah,” Adam told you sadly.

You combed your hand through his hair and trailed it down his face. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling good today.”

“Mmmh,” Adam grunted and leaned his cheek into your palm, a miserable expression on his face. 

“Lemme grab my friends, okay?”

Adam glanced at you worriedly. “Alright.”

“I’ll be back.”

Adam nodded, and you stepped out of the car. You turned around speedily, coming face to face with both of your friends. You stumbled back hesitantly, eyes wide. They were watching you awkwardly. “Um… We didn’t want to interrupt,” one of the friends said.

“Oh, you heard that?” You asked.

“Why don’t we just head home?” The other friend suggested. 

“Right…” you remained standing there for a little bit, until one of your friends opened the back car door. They both slid inside nervously, and you entered through the passenger’s side. 

“We’re all ready, I think, Adam,” you informed him. Your fiancé fumbled with the keys numbly, as he started the drive back towards your apartments. 

The radio started playing, making you jump. You let your head fall back against the headrest, you closed your eyes, and rolled the window down slightly. The cool air blew into your face and hair, and did somewhat soothe you. 

“-An unforgivable tragedy. 

The answer isn’t where you think you’d find it.

Prepare yourself for the reckoning, for when your world seems to crumble again.”

Subconsciously, you tapped your foot to the beat, which was heavy and strong. The car jerked wildly to the right, then straightened out.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t turn away.

You’re the one who can redefine it.”

There was some more wobbling of the car. 

“Don’t let hope become a memory.

Let the shadow permeate your mind, and reveal the thoughts that were tucked away, so that the door can be opened again.”

There was a whimper from somewhere next to you, and you were thrown to the left roughly. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know it was a windy road.

“Within your darkest memories, lies the answer if you dare to find it.

Don’t let hope become a memory.

When you think all is forsaken, 

Listen to me now.

All’s not forsaken.

You need never feel broken again.

Sometimes darkness can show you the light.”

You were shoved so far to the right, your head banged the glass window. You opened your eyes then, and looked at the driver. Adam was trying to keep his eyes on the road while miserably trying not to cry. His face was strained with the effort and his hands were planted so tightly on the wheel that they were white. 

“You need strengthening, toughening.

It takes an inner dark to rekindle the fire burning in you.

Ignite the fire within you.”

Adam struggled to get the car back into the lane. Cars were coming at you from the opposite direction. In a panic you slammed your hands on the wheel, wrenching Adam away from it entirely. “Stop!” You yelled. “Brake! Brake!” 

Adam was petrified to the chair. He watched in horror as your friends screamed in the backseat. You jerked the wheel back to the right, just narrowly missing a passing car. Your heart beat heavily in your chest as the car slowly started to comply with your demands. Adam still hadn’t found the mental state to press one the brakes, or at least hit the hazard lights. You were all on your own.

Three more cars streaked past you. You tried not to flinch. “ADAM!” You wailed. “ADAM! Help me!” You could feel the car drift over on to the correct side again. “Brake! Adam!” The car was steadily increasing in speed. You tried to keep your eyes on the road and not on the speedometer. Fifty, fifty one, fifty two - road. Fifty eight, fifty nine, sixty, sixt one - road. 

There was a loud slap from right next to you, and a large gust of wind. Your friend was shrieking profanities at your frightened fiancé. They had slapped him in an attempt to wake him from his stupor. 

Adam flinched, finally tearing his gaze away from the windshield. He hit the brakes with full force. The car skidded, sliding fifty feet in its wake, and screaming all the way down. Faulkner was crying at this point, as would anyone. The song had changed and was playing Can’t Buy Me Love - by the Beatles. You flicked your fingers onto the dashboard, silencing the car stereo once and for all. 

You looked up at Adam, who was bright red, and sobbing quietly to himself. He looked mortified. Gazing back at the two others in the car, you asked, “Everyone alright back there?”

“I think so.”

“Yeah.”

“What about you, Adam?” You turned back to him.

Adam had gone completely white in the face. He was shaking and shuddering. His hands were trembling, and his lips were bleeding from his biting. Your heart shattered, and you leaned over and kissed him. Your mouth was filled with the flavor of iron. “You okay?” You asked him. 

Adam couldn’t talk. He only gaped at you in terror. You hugged him. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Breathe with me.”

“What happened!?” Someone yelled from the back. 

Adam whimpered. He choked and gagged, before he could finally speak. When he did, he could only whisper very quietly. You were the only one that could hear his response. “I was… just…” Deep breath in. “I was just…” Deep breath out. “I was just trying… The song made me think about you…”

Your mouth fell open. “Oh… Come here.”

“I tried not to… but it made me feel like… I was valid again… You know, that feeling when you’re drowning, but instead of dying your breathing… It was like that… And I lost control of the car… I’m such a fucking idiot.”

You hugged Adam. “No. No, you’re not. It’s okay. Accidents happen.”

“I almost got you killed! I almost got us all killed! How did I even pass my driver’s test?”

“Shh. That was a long time ago. You passed because you know what you’re doing.”

“Are you sure about that last part!?” One of your friends chimed in. 

You cast them a glare from over your shoulder. “Let’s just take a break from driving for a little bit,” you said worriedly. 

Adam started to undo his seatbelt immediately. He was shaking incredibly. 

“Why don’t you let me drive?” You asked. 

Adam struggled to crawl over you but you both managed to switch places without getting out of the car. It was a miracle, for sure. You started up the car, your two friends exchanging disbelieving looks with each other, and headed back towards home, Adam a total mess of a breakdown right now.  This time, the radio remained off for the rest of the car ride, and everyone made it home unharmed. The same could not be said for Adam, though. Your poor fiancé ended up blaming himself for the mistake; he would not allow himself into the driver’s seat again for the next twelve months. 

Well, there was a work in progress. But you still loved him, and that would never change. Try telling HIM that, though.  

Kiss Me - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N This one is extra long so buckle down! And I’m sorry, I’m posting it from my phone bc I’m too excited to wait to get back to my computer! ~ Enjoy

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Adam Stanheight was coming home from a grocery shopping trip. The store wasn’t about two blocks away, so walking was hardly a problem. He liked the sunshine anyway. His best friend was supposed to be coming over today. Perhaps in about forty-five minutes?

The sky was clear, but dark rain clouds were approaching on the distant horizon, and the wind was rough, whistling through the trees. Otherwise, it was a beautiful day for walking. Maybe he’d get to go out again with his friend? He couldn’t wait for YOU to come over! Just the thought got his heart all fluttery.

He rounded a corner swiftly, the wind blowing into his face and the sun blinding his eyes. Ahead of him, he saw the exact person he was thinking of, head down, arms crossed, walking fast. Adam wasn’t great at reading people but for some reason he got the feeling that you were NOT happy. His heart slowed way down, and his breath was taken away, as you shoved past him. You didn’t even know Adam was there.

Adam felt conflicted. He didn’t want to leave you, but he was too nervous to chase after. Maybe, if he made it seem like he just wanted to check in on their later plans, you wouldn’t think anything of it? He turned around and started back the way he came. “Y/N!”

You looked over your shoulder when you heard your name, giving Adam a clear view of your pouty expression.

Adam reached his hand out for your shoulder. You were cold, and shivering. You were miserable! So, now what did he do? He hadn’t planned this out very well. “Y/N…” He whispered.

“Hmmm?” You asked, looking into his eyes.

“Uh…” Any words had left Adam’s head all together. He was just so preoccupied with your appearance. He was so close to you, and it hurt. “Oh, right… Um… Are you good? I mean… Are you okay?”

You smiled in amusement. “Are you?”

“Y-Yeah,” Adam stammered. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You laughed. “Right.”

“Um…” Adam looked around, trying to think of something else to say. “Why don’t you come back to my place?” It was supposed to be thirty degrees today, so why was he so warm?

You thought about it for a second. “Sure. I guess I can come by early. I thought you were doing something?”

“Oh… I did it.” Adam raised the bag of groceries up to you, and grinned sheepishly.

“Okay,” you agreed.

You both started to walk back. “What were you doing out here?” Adam asked you.

“Just dropping off a library book,” you replied. “It was totally lame, too. The line was out the door and everything. Like… when is there a line to the library!?”

Adam watched as you wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering and trying to warm yourself up. The flannel around Adam’s arms started to get heavy. He looked away, feeling self-conscious. “Did you get the book returned?”

“Mmhmm,” you responded quietly. And then you took in a cold, deep breath. “So… did you get everything you needed from the store?”

“Yes.” Adam noticed you rubbing your hands over your uncovered skin. He bit his lip, and proceeded to take off his flannel. He came up behind you and dropped it onto your shoulders.

You looked at him in surprise, and put your arms into his flannel sleeves. You hugged it closer to your body. “Thanks…”

Adam only nodded in response, gawking at you in disbelief. His flannel was too big for you, but it looked good on you anyway. The sleeves covered your entire hand, only showing your fingertips, and the rest of it came down to your thighs. You turned around, smiling. Adam could see that you had buttoned it up all the way. You looked really cute in his flannel.

He put an arm around your neck as you walked side-by-side. You being pressed against his side made him feel really good. He got all jittery feeling you on him. He tried not to think too much about it. You put your head on his shoulder, and Adam tensed, heat rising to his cheeks. “Comfortable?” He asked jokingly.

You nodded. “Quite.”

Adam was glad when he saw his apartment. He detangled himself from your embrace and jogged towards the door, fumbling with the key, which was still in his pocket. You trailed after him, looking lost in thought. Adam decided he’d had enough anxiety for now, and he only opened the door for you.

“Thank you, kind sir,” you teased, dipping your head to him politely.

Adam laughed. You were ridiculous! Perfect for him. “Of course, dearest.” He bowed to you.

You blushed, and pulled him up again. “Oh, sheesh…”

Adam gazed into your eyes, finding a fascination in your timid face, and rosey cheeks.

Cute…

You stared back at him, your lips parted slightly, nervously, unsure of what was going to happen next. You both were so near… Adam could hear the blood rushing in his ears, and his heartbeat thundering in his chest. Your breath was light, and warm as it crossed over his nose and mouth, and into the air.

Your eyes were so dazzling, and Adam could just get lost in them. Adam felt you clasp your hands in with his. He held on to your hands tightly, almost like he was afraid to lose you. The feeling of you in his arms was so overwhelming. He had to ignore the barrage of colors pressing around him and just focus on the grey area. You were the only thing he could keep track of.

“You’re so pretty,” Adam murmured dumbly.

You flinched back abruptly. “What? No, I just put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants!”

Adam was thrown back into reality harshly, his feelings crushed into oblivion. He was humiliated for saying that out loud! Had he just fucked up his chances? “Uh… I didn’t mean-” He stopped himself. That wouldn’t sound right at all! “Well, I think you look good in that.”

You turned away. “Okay. Thanks. I appreciate it.”

Adam hopped after you happily. “You’re welcome!”

As he opened the door to his apartment, he heard a loud thud come from inside, and he knew immediately what that was.

Shit. The pile of books fell off the table! I knew that was going to happen. Oh no! I hope Y/N doesn’t mind my disaster area for a living quarters!

You stepped inside delicately, traversing through his messy apartment. Adam wished he had cleaned up before inviting anyone over, especially YOU. This was horrible. “I’m so sorry about the mess-” He began desperately.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Adam!” You interrupted. “I’m used to it at this point.”

“Oh…” That sentence felt like a blow to the head, but Adam knew you were simply trying to reassure him, not insult. He stumbled through his own house, and then started to pick up the fallen books.

Adam didn’t notice you helping until your hands brushed one another’s. He glanced at you in horror. “You don’t have to-”

“Don’t worry,” you repeated. “I want to.” You beamed at him.

Adam felt reluctant, but he couldn’t say ‘no’ to that face. Instead he turned back to the books and started piling them up on the table again. With each passing moment, the heat seemed to increase. Your hands and his hands mixing together to clean up the mess, and occasionally knocking into one another made it difficult for Adam to concentrate.

At last, he leaned over for the last book. At that same moment, however, you swung around and came face to face with him, the book being held in your very gentle grasp. Adam Stanheight stared at you insecurely, taking notice of how smooth your skin looked. He wondered what it felt like. And he also wondered if that was a creepy thing to wonder about. Both of your noses were practically touching.

“Oh…I’m… uh… sorry…” You mumbled awkwardly, keeping your eyes on the floor.

“Erm… It’s not…” Adam answered stupidly. “…I meant to say, YOU’RE not…” Adam trailed off, thinking hard. Neither of those had been what he had intended to say.

You looked at him, visible confusion on your face. “What?” You questioned bluntly.

Adam’s eyes became entranced on the floor, the wall, the ceiling, anything but your own gaze. He needed to open a window, sheesh! “N-No… Um… I just… was trying to say that it wasn’t stupid.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I know,” Adam replied hastily. “I… I thought you did… But I know that you didn’t, but… What I mean, uh…” He took the book from your fingers. “Why don’t I get you some coffee?” He asked instead, and stood up, breaking the close proximity. He tossed the book onto the table, causing all the books to slide over and spread across the surface. Your work had been all for naught. You stood up as well, and put your hands flat on the surface of the table, watching Adam.

Adam gathered himself up, feeling like a moron. He started to brew the coffee. He was glad to be putting some distance between you and himself. It was an unusual feeling. In all honesty, he didn’t know what was up with himself. In the past he’d been able to look at you in the eyes with a shit-eating grin as you both started up some crazy bullshit. But now… Adam couldn’t even be in the same room as you; even THAT made him too uncomfy. And for what? Why did he feel so nervous around you? It wasn’t like you were his boss… So then why?

Too deep in his thoughts to hear the real world, he was thrown for a loop when warm arms wrapped around his waist, and a firm head was placed on his back. Adam flinched, and looked down at himself. You had come up behind him and hugged him. Your frame pressed up against his own body felt good. It was soothing, almost. He poured the hot water into the coffee pot, trying not to get distracted by your arms holding tightly onto his waist. For once he was glad you couldn’t see his face, a collage of bright reds and pinks. He liked it, though.

“Hmm, Adam…” You hummed out contentedly right behind his head.

Dizziness crashed over Adam. Hearing you so close to him was overwhelming. He leaned onto the counter. “Uh-huh?” It was the closest thing to a response that he could muster.

“You think it’s okay for best friends to change their relationship, right?” You asked hesitantly.

Adam’s fried brain tried to think of a logical answer. Unfortunately, it didn’t do that in the right direction. “Yeah, sure. If both parties really don’t like each other.”

Silence.

“I mean, you know. If the people decide that the other isn’t good for them,” Adam added.

“I think you misunderstand,” you told him gently. “Let me try again.”

Adam felt frazzled. Had he said something wrong? He was just trying to give an honest opinion. He did believe that it was okay for best friends to stop hanging out, if the relationship wasn’t working out. Did you think he meant that about you guys!? “Y/N! I didn’t mean that about us!”

“I know,” you replied calmly.

“What did you mean?”

“I guess I was just wondering if it was okay to have a favorite bff…” you murmured quietly. “Like, one you want to spend the most time with. One you would rather be with than the others.”

“I think that’s fine.”

“Do you have someone like that?”

Adam had to think it over. He couldn’t really think of anyone that he would rather spend more time with… Well that wasn’t true actually. He could, but he was scared to admit that. What would YOU think? “Well, sometimes I want to be with someone else more than another. What about you?”

“Oh…” you whispered nervously. “Yeah… There’s someone I’d rather be with than the rest of our friend group…”

Adam turned around to look at you, confused. “Who?”

You stared at him in disbelief, like he had just suggested breathing underwater. “Uh…” You folded your lips and looked at the ground.

Adam smiled. “What?”

You laughed nervously.

“Am I missing something?”

You backed away, shaking your head. “Oh, never mind, Adam…”

Adam, not being the greatest at reading people, detected some kind of dissatisfaction coming from his ‘bff’. It made him even more uncomfortable, seeing someone that he liked a lot feeling unhappy. “Um… Wait! Y/N!”

You looked up at him. “What is it, Adam?”

“Is there something you want me to say?” He asked you worriedly.

You let out a sound that was in between a laugh and a scoff. “What am I supposed to say to that?”

“Is there?” Adam insisted.

At Adam’s persistence, you couldn’t help but give in. You ducked your head embarrassedly. “There MIGHT be something I was hoping you would say…”

Now that he was facing you, Adam had a clear view of your beautiful face. The rosy cheeks, the smooth skin, the luscious lips, that perfect hair. He was obsessed. His gaze flicked up and down your face for a few short moments, then he finally said, “I really like you…”

Your eyes widened, and Adam felt his heart drop a thousand feet into the ground. He wanted to suffocate in the dirt but also wanted to blossom. He was conflicted. Had he said the right thing this time? You obviously thought so. You smiled widely at Adam, relief washing over you. “I was thinking you’d never say it…” You murmured.

“A lot…” Adam added clumsily.

You smiled shyly. “I like you, too… A lot…”

“What do I do with that information?” Adam asked sarcastically.

You chuckled a little at that.

Being so close to you felt amazing. But something just wasn’t right yet. What was it? Why did it feel like the moment wasn’t quite complete? He grabbed your hands but it still wasn’t right. Your foreheads were even touching, how could this NOT be what Adam was yearning for? Though something was off, there was a satisfaction inside him. If this was all he got from you, he would be just fine with that. He took in the rest of you. Your lips were luscious… luscious…

That was it! He wanted you to put an end to his suffering. He wanted to feel you. He wanted you to put your mouth on his mouth and make him forget about everything. That’s right, he wanted you to kiss him.

You, kissing me?

The thought seemed impossible.

Kiss me… Please…

But not unreal.

Adam leaned forward slightly, breathing in your sweet scent and brushing his skin over yours. You pressed in as well, feeling satisfied. From one moment to the next, Adam could barely keep track of time. Slowly, you closed the gap between your lips, kissing Adam cautiously, intimately, fiercely.

Adam was swept away by large emotions of bliss. He let you pull at his shirt, and he closed his eyes. This felt so good, just being able to touch the one that he craved. He was enjoying this way too much.

After some light kissing, he backed away, getting a disbelieving look from you. Adam inhaled sharply, trying to calm his pounding heart. The both of you exchanged steamy breaths of air, until you decided you had waited long enough.

Still feeling your humid breath in his mouth, he reacted glady to having your lips in his once again. He slid his hands up your shirt, and started massaging your fragile skin. Your skin was soft and just as smooth as it appeared. His hands skimmed up your stomach, up your chest, making a few detours, and climbed up your neck, where he wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you in close.

Your body pressing against him intrigued him so much. He longed for more, and you obliged. Keeping a solid stream of kissing in motion, you pushed him against the counter, making him moan. He propped himself up with his elbows, still kissing you.

The pressure on his lips made him woozy, and he grabbed harder onto the counter top, trying not to get dizzy. This was difficult because your impeccable kissing just kept drowning him in massive waves of delight. The hard counter top dug into his back painfully, but he didn’t care, you were all so sense-consuming. You devoured him hungrily, like a magnet being drawn to its opposite. You carved a pathway between your mouths, sketching and molding and forging a personalized course for just the two of you, one that couldn’t be retraced unless both of the originating participants were present.

It was eye-opening.

Dry and dull, that was the next scene. The feeling of you pulling away was agonizing; venomous bites all over his lips and jaws, giving Adam a headache. He didn’t want you to stop. He didn’t want you to leave. He didn’t want you to break the close proximity. He groaned unhappily.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

You blinked at him tiredly. “Heh, sorry, Adam. It’s getting a little hot in here, don’t you think?”

Adam had gotten used to the blood rush. He’d forgotten all about opening the window. “Oh yeah… I could open a window, if you’d like?”

You sat back. “Oh, no. It’s okay. Just a little-” you cut off suddenly to chuckle nervously.

“Hey, um…” Adam found himself saying. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say or why, but he trusted his subconscious to get it right. “I’d really like it if you stayed the night. If you’re up for it. I just thought… you know, since we’re here and all, it might be nice.”

You laid a hand on top of Adam’s shoulder. “Yeah. I WOULD like that.”

Adam felt his heart skip a beat. After so long of waiting, he’d finally done the right thing. Was it worth it? Was it real?

He hoped so.

He’d have to wait and see.

Updating My Masterlist

Hi, I know I've been MIA, it's mostly because of mental issues and a writer's block.

I'm posting this to let you know that I'm reorganizing my masterlist. I've figured out how to add links that are helpful, instead of having the seven posts with links all linking to each other. I find that annoying. I can imagine everyone else does too.

This is gonna be the last you'll get from me, as I'm finding interest in other things besides SAW, nowadays. (I know I didn't know it was possible either.) So, I'm just making my account easier to navigate.

I know the support I've gotten on here was little, but it was much appreciated, and it boosted my confidence. Thanks so much! This whole experience (Even though it was only two years) helped me.

Thanks for putting up with my naivety using Tumblr tools.

Thanks for understanding.

Thanks for your support.

And thanks for reading my stories!

In case you are wondering, my book I plan on publishing is Affected. If you're interested, keep an eye out for it!

Love you all.

~ Twoonez ♥