All's Not Forsaken - Adam Stanheight / Reader

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.  

Bleeding Out - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N sorry for the long delay, also my non creative title creating. Anyway, this is inspired by Imagine Dragon's Bleeding Out. It's a loooot longer than usual, but please enjoy!

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The news had been informed to you as soon as you got home from work that day. It was all too earth shattering. Like someone was covering your eyes with a painted blindfold, so as to hide the truth from you. It made the air cold and stale, made your skin crawl, made your head reel. You stared at the detective, your mouth so dry it might as well have been its own desert. Your heart felt weak, and you glanced up at and down your room. It was so cold. Tears filled your eyes and you shook your head, begging yourself to have the strength to move. It was all so unreal. You hoped you would wake up soon.

The firm, calloused, hand put itself on your shoulder. The grip was tight, and pushed on your tense muscles. It was trying to soothe you, but failing utterly. The blue eyes were grave, and sad. They gathered all your information from one single glance. The voice that spoke was fragile; low but sensitive, reassuring and empathetic, apologetic, reluctant.

The detective told you it was okay. He asked if you had anywhere to go. He wanted to know if you wanted to stay there. He was wondering about your last interaction. He was fearful for you. He wanted you safe. So did the other officers. You couldn’t even speak. You just wanted to be there. You had to see it for yourself. It seemed way too impossible.

“It’s going to be okay.” The officer’s deep voice spoke to you soothingly. “I need you to come with me, Ma’am/Sir.”

You looked into his eyes. “NO! I need to see him! I need to see if it’s true, please take me to him. I love him, I love him! He’s my boyfriend, you don’t understand!” You were hysterical. Tears stained your white face. Your heart lurched painfully with every heartbeat. “Please,” you begged.

The officer nodded sadly. “Okay. We can figure something out. Just come with me. Do you have anyone to stay with?”

You shook your head. “N-No. Just him.”

“Okay. Do you want us to bring you back here?”

“Just tell me what happened again, officer. Is… Is A-Adam still alive?”

“As far as we know. The report came in just a few minutes ago. A friend of yours told someone to come get you.”

Your mouth flapped open and closed uselessly for several seconds. “Is he okay?”

The policeman shook his head helplessly. “We only know that Adam was kidnapped three hours ago. He’s being held in an underground basement in New Jersey.

You stared at him in disbelief, the gears in your mind turning slowly, excruciatingly. You stammered short breaths. “I-I-I don’t understand. What did he do? Why did they take him?”

You were pulled out of the apartment by the man. “We have people working on finding him. Would you like to go with us?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed. “Yes! I need to see him again!”

“Okay. Get in the car. You’re going to be fine, Y/N.”

You slunk into the police car, feeling scared. Your breath was coming fast, but you were trying to remain calm. You had been asleep twenty minutes ago, so your mind was still a bit foggy. As of right now, you seemed to be wide awake. All you could think about was your boyfriend.

The car ride was silent and unbearable. You shuffled your feet back and forth on the floor, feeling miserable. The policeman pulled into the station. “We’ve just got news on his location,” he commented. We want you to stay here, while a team goes to get him.”

You launched yourself out the door, and grabbed his shoulders. “You have to let me go with you!” You shouted. You shook him back and forth lightly. “You can’t keep me from him, I have to see him, I need to see him, I can’t leave him all alone, he needs me. Don’t you understand, of course you don’t, you’ve never been in love, have you, I have to go with you! I have to!” Your words were rushed and panicked. You weren’t even making complete sentences.

“I can’t, Ma’am/Sir. I can’t put a citizen like you in that kind of danger. It goes against my entire job.”

You latched your arms around his neck and hung there, your knees weak and your face pressing into his shirt, allowing tears to soak it. You sobbed loudly. The officer held you up kindly, and let you cry on his shoulder. He had dealt with these kinds of crimes before. This was practically NORMAL for him. He guided you inside, and dropped you onto a blue-cushioned chair. You were in a waiting room, surrounded by other people, but you were the only one crying, and you were the only one being loud enough to interrupt.

“I’m going to be inside that room.” The officer pointed to a doorway on the right. “You are with people who want to help you. If you need anything, you’re welcome inside. I’ll try my best to help you. Our lovely receptionist over here, Lindsy…” he pointed to a young woman behind a counter. “...can help you with anything, okay? She’s a very nice lady.”

You stared at the man and the woman in awe, your body numb. You’d only met this person right now, but somehow your mind had latched on to him. You didn’t want him to leave you! “No!” You whined. “Don’t go!”

The officer laughed. “I’ve gotta find your baby, okay? So that way you can see him again. I’m sure he’d appreciate it if you let me do my job.”

You stared in horror at the man as he slid into his office. Your chest felt tight, your eyes felt hot, and they stung whenever you blinked. Your head hurt.

“Mister Bale!” The receptionist called after him. “Do you want it written or printed?”

The officer poked his head out again. “Printed will be just fine, Ms. Sower. Thank you.”

You were left to yourself for the remaining time. Speaking of time, time was a precious thing, for there was so much of it, much more of it than there was money on the planet - nevertheless, to you, there seemed to be too much of it. Why was everybody still here? Didn’t they know that your boyfriend was in unsafe conditions? What were they doing? Why weren’t they doing anything? You started to panic. “Lady,” you sobbed. You collapsed onto the counter, behind which the receptionist was looking at you. “Please, you have to save him! Why’s no one helping him?”

Lindsy stretched her arm out across the counter to comfort you. “The police are working on it. Mr. Bale is leading the investigation in fact.” Her voice was calm.

Your knees gave way beneath you, and you fell to the floor. Lindsy came out from behind the desk, she lunged for you. Lindsy caught you in her strong arms. Vision blurred, you put your head on her shoulder, crying and screaming. Lindsy simply combed her fingers through your hair carefully, murmuring and whispering to you in an attempt to make you feel better. “Madam / Sir, I want you to breathe. Your boyfriend is going to be found, I promise.” You wailed even louder.

Mr. Bale came back out of his office, his steps firm, but light. He swept into the waiting room, and pointed at Lindsy, not even seeing you there. Everything was blurring together. All of the officer’s movements and words seemed slow and laggy. “Get… Merrit… and… Kingsly…” He nodded. “I’m… ready… to… leave…”

Lindsy smoothed your hair out and then stood up and went to retrieve the other policemen. You gazed up at Mr. Bale. “Are you going to get Adam?”

Things started to come back into real time again. Mr. Bale knelt down. “Yes-”

“-I want to go with you!” You yelled.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. I don’t want to endanger you.”

You grabbed his waist. “PLEASE!” You were so hysterical that you couldn’t even remember your manners, not even social norms. All you wanted was to see Adam Stanheight again.

The officer grit his teeth, and sighed. “No.” He kicked you off of him, and you fell onto the floor. At any other time you would have considered yourself deserving of that treatment; if someone had been pleading on your legs like a crybaby, while you tried to save people’s lives, you would’ve gotten annoyed as well. You had barely even skimmed the floor, but it felt like you’d been crushed. You didn’t think Mr. Bale was very nice for kicking you.

As you got to your feet, two men walked up to Mr. Bale. They started talking hurriedly, all at once, and headed for the police car waiting outside. Lindsy still wasn’t back yet, and an idea was forming already in your mind. You strode confidently to the reception desk, and disappeared behind it.

There was a green,tiny, basket by the computer. There were many car keys inside it already. From the left, you could hear Lindsy’s voice around the corner. “I know, Sir. I think they must have found Bale first.”

In an instant, before you could even have time to think, your hand launched out and dove into the basket. The metal cut into your skin and you recoiled, pulling with you a car key of your own. Lindsy opened the door, just as you closed your hands around the keys. Your fearful eyes looked up into the receptionist’s, your face white, your heart thudding into your rib cage.

Lindsy was surprised to see you standing in her office. “Y/N…” She said sternly. “What are you doing? Can I help you?”

Lower lip trembling from anxiety, you shook your head timidly. You kept your eyes on anything except for hers. The wall, the ceiling, the desk, the bottom of her dress, the tips of your shoes. Lindsy grabbed you, hard, by the forearm and tugged you out from behind her desk. “If you need anything, Y/N, you can ask me from that side.” Her tone was strict.

You shifted back toward the blue chairs, keeping your head down. From inside, you could hear the car engine start up, and you knew you had to get out of there. You leapt from your chair in a hurry, and catapulted out the sliding doors. Lindsy, who had barely had the chance to sit down, called out to you in alarm. She went racing after you.

You hurtled into the nearest cop car, your whole entire body rigid with fear and adrenaline. Lindsy was coming around the brightly lit corner in front of you, while Mr. Bale and his partners headed for the exit. You scrambled for the seatbelt.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Lindsy was shouting. “Come back! What are you doing?” She spotted you in the car. You locked eyes with each other. You backed out of the parking space, nearly hitting the car behind you. Ms. Sower flinched. “Ma’am/Sir I need you to step out of the car.”

You ignored the authority. In fact, you couldn’t have cared less about her direct order, if you had tried. You made a beeline for the exit, leaving Lindsy gawking after you in complete confusion. In the rearview, the receptionist made a phone call, as you sped off down the road, rapidly catching up to the nice policemen.

Finally, you thought. I’m coming for you, Adam! I promise!

The ride seemed to take an entire season! Every stop sign, and red light took up more time than you would have wanted. Each second waiting was another wasted moment. As soon as you could move again, you always slammed the gas harder than the last time. You kept yourself several cars behind Mr. Bale, just so that you didn’t get caught stalking him.

When you pulled into a dark, gloomy, parking lot, you could hear the policemen talking amongst themselves. One of them said, “Peter, Lindsy left a voicemail?”

You halted the car near the street, so that way the officers wouldn’t run into it, if they tried to back out. It was too dark to see where it was anyway.

Mr. Bale looked at him. “What was she saying?”

You unclicked your seatbelt, and held your breath, fear rising inside you.

“The man/woman you brought in earlier stole one of the cop cars. They’ve been following us.”

Mr. Bale sighed. “I’ve seen a lot of shit, but I’ve never had one of my rescuees steal a police car from me. This one certainly has obstinance.”

“Should we go in, then? Or should we go back, to make sure he’s/she’s safe?”

You were outraged that the officer would even think that! They’d traveled all this way here, just to go back!? NO! You wouldn’t allow that! You flung yourself out of the car, yelling. “You won’t leave my boyfriend in there!” You ran up to each of them. “I need you to save him, I love him! Don’t you fucking leave him in there, or else what good are you? You save people, am I wrong? Tell me I’m wrong!”

Mr. Bale shook his head. “No, Ma’am/Sir. But seeing as you’re already here with us, you might as well come along.” He planted his finger firmly on your sternum. “Stay. Close. I’m not about to lose two.”

You shrank back, nodding profusely. “Yes, Sir. Just let me see Adam!”

The officers walked ahead, keeping you in the back for protection. You followed hesitantly. You knew you shouldn’t be here, you knew you shouldn’t have stolen that car… or those keys… but you had been in such distress! Maybe now you had a guilty conscience, but all the same, you didn’t regret what you had done.

In front of you was an abandoned building. It looked like it had been a warehouse of some kind, a long time back. Boxes were littered all around the place, but mostly it was open, empty, space. At the far end of the room was a large, double door. It led to an elevator that traveled so far underground it took five whole minutes to reach the bottom. Your stomach flipped repeatedly as you let the elevator take you down. The stairs were blocked off by large, crooked, boxes.

You found yourselves on the lowest level, a basement. White tile made up the floor and walls. Everything was white, and it hurt your eyes. The lights were blasting from above, reflecting off the tiles. You squinted. The three men took up positions in front of you, staying in formal order. Obviously, they knew what they were doing. You stumbled along blindly, keeping your head down, until you rounded a corner. And that was when you heard muffled screaming and shouting.

Adam’s voice was the one you heard first, shrieking and squealing and sobbing; panicking. Your heartbeat started up again, and you charged into the policemen, struggling, forcing your way through them.

The men pressed closer together. “Y/N!” Mr. Bale exclaimed, grabbing your arms. “Stop! You need to stay back. Let us scout the area first.”

You launched yourself from right to left with all your strength, twisting your arms wretchedly, throwing your shoulders all around. Bale had you in a tight grip. So tight, that you couldn’t even release yourself from his hands. “Stop it!” You screamed, lashing out with your feet, trying to kick him away from you.

Your feet collided into Bale’s knees. The officer stumbled, a small, amused, smile on his face. He rolled his eyes. “You really don’t like letting me do my job, do you?”

You threw yourself back, shifting all your weight onto him. The two of you fell on the floor, causing Mr. Bale to let go of you.

In a flurry of hands and feet - fast as light speed - you jumped into the air and took off down the pristine hallway.

You crashed into the metal door, and smashed your fists against it. You screamed for Adam until your voice was sore and raw.

“Chill out, Y/N. We’re gonna help him out,” one of the officers told you calmly.

You sank down to your knees and started bawling.

“It’s locked.”

“Did you DO your research, Harver?” Mr. Bale asked sarcastically, scanning the top of the door. “John Kramer, creator of the most recent traps in New Jersey. Kidnapper and murderer.” He began struggling with a notch on the door. It was a little slab that stuck out of the middle of the door. It looked like it could slide up and down, but it hadn’t been used in a really long time. It was rusted in place, perhaps. “There has to be a way inside from out here.”

Harver, the officer on the right, scoffed. “Did you do YOURS, Sir? Kramer wouldn’t MAKE a way inside at all.”

The notch shot up along the door at that moment. It made a horrific screech and then a lock snapped open somewhere to the right. Mr. Bale threw Harver a smug look. “Gardener,” he addressed the second officer with him. “Stay with Y/N.”

The officer on the left sat down, cross legged, behind you and patted your shoulder reassuringly. “You hear that?” He asked amiably. “You get to wait with lil’ ol’ me.” He grinned at you. You didn’t look at him, just pressed yourself further against the wall, and listened quietly as the two other officers pushed open the door and went inside.

The yelling inside instantly got louder. You could hear Adam’s voice clearly now, as well as the other man’s. They were arguing about something, each of them sounded desperate and urgent.

“The police!?” Adam’s voice cracked. “Look, Lawrence, the police! It’s the police, don’t shoot me, don’t shoot me! Please, please. Oh my god!” There was a loud bang from inside the room, and you lost your self-control. Blinded by love, but mostly fear, you wrestled free from Gardener’s grasp, and bolted into the room.

Mr. Bale, and Mr. Harver were standing by the door, trying to assess the situation. Meanwhile, in the corners of the white bathroom, were two men. One of them, you didn’t recognize. He had a gun pointed at the man across from him. Adam Faulkner Stanheight was across from Lawrence. He was crying and begging, pushed into the corner as far as he could go, his knees up and his hands behind his head. His flannel was laying on the floor beside him. He could barely take his eyes off Lawrence to get a good look at who was in the room with them now. Gardener came in to help his partners.

“ADAM!” You screamed and launched yourself at him. You grabbed him, hugged him and started bawling into his shoulder.

Your boyfriend was so stunned to see you here. He wrapped his arms around your waist. “Y/N? W-What are you doing here? How did you get in? How did you find me?”

“I was so scared that you were dead!”

Adam laughed wryly. “So was I.”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Not yet… Just very cold and wet.”

“Y/N…” Mr. Bale said plainly from the side. “Come back here. We don’t want you getting involved in this. It’s not safe.”

“So why the fuck did you bring them!?” Adam shouted.

Mr. Bale simply looked at Adam condescendingly. “Because your baby couldn’t keep herself/himself from stealing a cop car and following us all the way here before we could figure it out.”

Adam’s mouth fell open and he stared at you. You grabbed his cheeks. “I love you!”

Adam shook his head. “I love YOU.”

Bale grabbed your arm and hauled you away. “Okay, hold onto your lovesickness for a little longer. We don’t need more pedestrians in the way.”

You sank back a little bit, feeling hesitant and wary. Mostly you wanted to be touching Adam again. But you knew the police were right. It was safer for you outside the crime scene.

“I will not let my daughter die…” Lawrence’s voice was low and maniac. He cocked the gun once again.

The policemen moved towards him. “How ‘bout you give me the gun?” Harver asked. He was the closest one to Gordon.

Lawrence looked at them, his face white as snow, the whites of his eyes so bloodshot it looked like they were glowing. You noticed the blood seeping around him on the ground and you flinched back into the Mr. Bale. “Holy shit! His leg!” You gagged, feeling something heavy rising up your throat, and tossed yourself to the side, trying to block your view. Mr. Bale held you up protectively, watching tentatively, as his partners took care of things.

“I need to…” Lawrence sounded insane, like he had lost himself to the trauma of this event. He pulled the trigger without even looking, without even making sure he was aiming in the right direction. Not even making sure the gun wasn’t facing himself.

Your heart plunged, all kinds of sickness left your body instantaneously. All you could see was the bullet heading straight for your boyfriend’s chest. You didn’t even pause to think; it was instinctive. Leaping from your place by the door, arms spread out on either side of you, eyes open wide with terror, and your mind numb, you landed protectively in front of Faulkner, on your knees, gazing at Lawrence with hatred.

The bullet pierced you on the left side of your chest, only inches away from the most vital organ. Hot, searing, pain overtook your entire left side, and you screamed, crashing down onto the cool, tile floor. Blood welled from your chest and spilled down your clothes.You could hear the clanging of Adam’s chains, as he fought against them to get to you. “No! Y/N! Fuck, no! No! What the fuck!?”

Mr. Bale pointed at Gardener. “Call an ambulance! Probably get a locksmith as well.” Gardener ran into the hall, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Y/N!” Adam shouted. You were just out of reach of his hands. “No, no, no, no! Y/N!”

Mr. Bale came over and rolled you onto your back. Your vision was blurring and you were getting light headed. The last thing that you saw was the officer bending down to examine your facial features, and then you passed out.

You woke up on a park bench, with the green grass under your feet. Adam was in the building across from you, he wasn’t looking at you. You gazed around dumbly. From the side you could hear a soft melody drifting towards you.

So I bare my skin, and I count my sins

And I close my eyes, and I take it in.

And I’m bleeding out.

The air was warm and blew into your hair. You felt content as the sunlight touched you gracefully. Your mental state was relaxed and you felt right at home. You breathed in the Spring scents of flowers and life, feeling inspired. And the music continued distantly.

You tell me to hold on,

Oh, you tell me to hold on.

But innocence is gone,

And what was right is wrong.

Inside the strange, tall building, you could see the silhouette of your boyfriend through the tinted windows. He seemed totally indifferent to your presence, and it made you feel slightly jealous. What part of this wasn’t worth being with you? Again, the music came to your attention. It was solemn but meaningful.

‘Cause I’m bleeding out.

So if the last thing that I do

Is bring you down

I’ll bleed out for you.

You wondered what Adam was doing over there all by himself. Gently, you started to get to your feet, your clothes blowing in the wind. You swept across the grassy field dreamily, leaving behind the calming music.

So I bare my skin, and I count my sins

And I close my eyes, and I take it in.

And I’m bleeding out.

I’m bleeding out for you.

Slowly, you made your way to the building. It towered above you terrifyingly. And then, you reached for the door handle. It was hot from the sun, and smelled metallic. You breathed deeply, and pulled open the door.

You couldn’t see inside, it was mostly just white, but you could hear indistinct voices - one of them being excessively familiar to you. They sounded distressed, and scared. If they weren’t all talking at once, maybe you could have understood what they were saying. That was, until the familiar voice spoke. You could hear its words clearly.

“I can see them!? Are they okay? Really? Y-Yeah, but… you’re sure? I love them so much.” You walked inside.

In a painful, spluttering, daze, you tossed and turned in your hospital bed. Your eyes were open, and you were gazing around the place, high on medical drugs. Adam was bending over you, a worried look on his face. He was examining your face, but his gaze still flickered down to the wound on your chest sometimes.

He traced a thumb down your cheek, his bottom lip trembling. He was crying, and it broke your heart, but you didn’t have the energy to move. You stayed still, gazing up at the ceiling, face blank.

“Please come back to me…” Adam whispered. You blinked, and locked eyes with him. Adam’s eyes stretched wide when he saw your acknowledgement. “I love you.” You looked into each other’s eyes for a couple of short seconds, and then Mr. Bale came walking into the hospital room.

“I’m just about to leave,” he said. “But I figured I’d give you both one more check in.”

Adam nodded briefly, and forced his gaze to rest on the police officer. “Oh.”

“How’s she/he?” Bale pointed to you on the hospital bed.

“Doctors say they’ll be alright.”

“And you?” Bale inquired. Adam shook his head, the only response he could muster. “Hmm. It’ll take some time, but… you’ll figure it out.”

It was silent for a minute, both men watching you gravely. Their heart beats were pounding nervously, but the simple matter of having each other’s company was enough to calm them down.

Bale’s voice was somber and sympathetic, and echoed lightly off the tile walls. “She/He loves you.”

Adam exhaled sadly, not wanting to think about how much you loved him. He couldn’t take any more of the heartbreak.

“She/He proved that tonight, you know. Made a big deal of going with me, just for you, just to see you. But my job won’t allow that.”

Adam raised his hands up to his face, and started crying harder. You stared at him miserably, wishing you could move, but for some reason you were so tired. You closed your eyes.

“Well, I’m going to take my leave,” Mr. Bale said eventually.

“Okay…” Adam answered, and Bale started for the door. “Hey, um… Did you catch him?”

Bale stopped to adjust his vest. “No,” he replied quickly. “We went back to the site… The body was gone from the room.”

“Huh.”

In silence, the officer left the room again, leaving Adam staring at you. You felt Stanheight comb through your hair with his fingers. “I love you.”

You relaxed your head into his hand sleepily. I love you, too.

Sweet Sensations - Adam Stanheight / Reader

18+ story.

Woah, hi. I've been experiencing severe burnout. But, here's something I managed to pull up - without the help of a song, what?

This inspo behind this was pretty much, 'try to make it sexual'?

18+ Soooo yeah. Read at your own risk this story is for a mature audience.

Adam Stanheight locked eyes with you for the first time that night. They were tired and dreary, but lustful all the same. He nuzzled your nose slightly, and massaged your cheeks. You had been out of town for a month or so, and hadn’t had much time to catch up. But now that you were back, you felt right at home. Adam was obviously enjoying himself. 

“I missed you!” He exclaimed, kissing you down your neck. 

You moaned a little bit, and smiled. “I missed you, too, Adam…” 

“I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you,” Stanheight confessed, bringing his head up to look you in the eyes. You sighed in disappointment, longing for the feeling of his lips on your skin once more. 

“Oh really?” you asked. “What have you been thinking about?”

Adam kissed you briefly on the mouth. “Oh…” he murmured. “NSFW stuff…”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on…”

“No,” Adam said shyly. “You wouldn’t like it…”

“Try me,” you whispered longingly. 

Adam examined your naked body. You could feel his gaze travel down your body almost like a physical feeling. Soft, and silky, his gaze gave you chills as he took in your nudity. He kissed you on the cheek and you felt warmth rush your cheeks. You were incapable of stopping the smile that crossed your face. “Mmmh… Use your imagination.”

You shivered, and cocked your head to the side. “I want to know,” you begged. “I want to know what you’re seeing in your head…”

Adam’s hand traveled slowly down your sensitive body, making stops in a couple of certain places. You moaned out immediately, desperately. He rubbed on your inner thigh, and moved cautiously inward. You flinched at his gentle touch. “I’d rather try to show you…”

Overwhelming feeling took over your mind, which made you gasp and grab the edge of the sofa. Sparkles twinkled in your eyes, and filled your stomach. “A-Adam…” You choked. 

“What?” Adam brought both his hands up to your cheeks. One set was wet and the other set was dry. 

The intense feelings you were feeling before dissolved, and left you feeling empty. You gasped, trying to ignore the blood rush between your legs.  Blinking, you mumbled, “Th-th-that felt really good.” 

Adam scoffed, and smirked down at you. “Really?”

You felt your cheeks get bright red, and you found it hard to make eye contact. You got nervous, and timid. “Yeah…” You admitted quietly. 

“Awe,” Adam purred, and caressed your cheek. “So cute. Look at me, Y/N.”

With lots of effort, you forced yourself to look in Adam’s eyes. You saw major satisfaction and confident power glinting in Adam’s eyes. Obviously he was enjoying himself. A lot. You couldn’t say anything. You were so… melted… 

“What?” He asked teasingly. “Cat got your tongue?”

You bit your lip nervously, feeling another blood rush in between your legs. “Ahh…”

Adam Stanheight dropped his gaze downward. “Oh,” he whispered. He messaged your sensitive parts again, with both hands this time. 

You closed your eyes, and rolled your head back, monstrous pleasure cascading all over you like a thunderstorm of rain. Your mind went blank and you gripped the couch again. “Adam!” You exclaimed, feeling a rise of pressure within. 

Adam giggled. “Like that?”

“Mmh.”

“The only thing missing is the rope.” He smirked at you. “Otherwise, it’d be a perfect replica of my daydream.” You grit your teeth, your heart thundering and your mind reeling. You moaned loudly, as Adam finally finished you off. 

For a few moments there was bliss. Crashing immense gratification thrashed through your whole nervous system, and you went limp. You felt Adam’s strong body on your lithe one, and you could smell his smokey scent. 

“Adam…” You whispered. “Mmmmh.” Your body went limp, and you breathed deeply. Exhaustion filled your limbs, and chest. 

But Adam wasn’t done yet. “Don’t forget about me…” He growled into your ear. You could feel him rubbing on your right leg. 

“Sorry, Adam…” You whispered. 

“Why don’t you make it up to me?” He uttered, and tipped your head up so that you had to look him in the eyes. There was love in his expression, but you could see his sexual hunger. 

Once again, shyness consumed you, and you burrowed your eyebrows worriedly. “Y-Yeah…” You let out a nervous breath. 

“Great.” Adam smiled gratefully. “I love you.”

Before you could answer, you had Adam thrusting in your soft hands. Gasping, you moved your hands mechanically, automatically, the way you knew he liked it. Mostly he got himself off, but he seemed really pleased to have your hands on him, touching him, pleasuring him. You enjoyed feeling him in your hands, and when it was over, you almost longed to feel it again.

Adam came down to lay on top of you, looking into your eyes, and kissing you, and breathing in your mouth, and whispering in your ear. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re so good to me. You’re so good at obeying.”

“Oh… you know… I was just trying to satisfy you. I was-”

Adam kissed you on the mouth roughly. He caressed your cheeks with both hands. “Shut up…” He murmured nicely. “Just say you love me.”

Chills ran up your back. “I… I love you…” 

“I love you more.”

“I love you most,” you said proudly. 

“Tch, that’s cute. But at least I love you so much to actually get you off, doing the work…” His voice was low and teasing, and you could feel another blood rush. 

“Oh…”

Adam chuckled in amusement. “Sweetie…” The power in his tone made you stiffen, and look him in the eyes. “Gracious girl/boy. That look keeps me awake at night…”

You  gasped at his words. “Oh, Adam…”

“So does the memory of your voice,” Adam added smoothly. 

Another throb between the legs. “Fuck…”

“And the feeling of your body.”

“Fuck me again!” You blurted out into the atmosphere.

Adam looked at you in surprise, seemingly impressed with your bluntness. “Who’s getting a little demanding?” He asked amusedly. “You want me to take care of you again? I had no idea you were so needy.”

You whimpered. “Sorry, Adam, I didn’t mean to… I’m just so…” you trailed off. 

Adam chuckled. “I turn you on that much?”

You blushed and looked away from Adam’s eyes. “I-I-Yeah… You’re so good at teasing me.”

“Baby, please. It’s not that hard.” He sounded scornful, but you knew it was all part of the game. You hugged him closer. “Alright. I’m done fucking around. You don’t deserve that. You deserve all my love.”

You swallowed, as Adam started round two. You heaved a sigh as Adam started rubbing on you once again. You choked as he messaged you slower than before, harder, dragging out the feelings of pleasure and satisfaction. The process continued until you couldn’t stand it. Adam loved tearing your feelings up your nerves but he did know when to stop. And then he fucked hard. 

Relishing the burning hot pleasure in your body, you closed your eyes, and yowled his name. So, fucking sensitive. So much more sensitive than the first time, and holy shit… “Oh god…” you gasped. 

Adam laughed. “You don’t even know what to do with yourself, do you?”     

“What am I supposed to do?” You wheezed. 

“Dunno,” Adam replied, dragging your hand down to his ‘Problem.’ “You could always…”

You started massaging him roughly, not even trying to tease him or provoke him. And together you both finished, though one of you might’ve been a lot messier at the end.

You laid back against the pillows, and grabbed Adam’s hands in yours. Now he looked tired, rather than lustful. He was snuggly, rather than turned on. “I love you,” you said. 

“I’d think so,” Adam said offhandedly. “You’ve married me. You’ve fucked me. You’ve committed yourself to me. You better love me.”

You waited for him to continue, but he didn’t. “Adam?”

“Hm?”

“I love you…”

“I love the way you go limp when you’re coming.”

Flabbergasted, your mouth fell open and you put your arm over your face in embarrassment. “A-Adam!” 

Adam only gazed down at you even more satisfyingly. “I speak only the truth.”

“W-Well, you didn’t have to say that…”

“Would you have preferred I said ‘I love the way you squirm when you’re embarrassed’?”

You flushed even more, and put your other arm over your face. “S-Stop…”

“Just like that…” Adam sighed. 

“Just… Tell me what I want to hear…”

“I… la la…”

You frowned at him unhappily. “Why do you do this to me?”

“Do what? I’m only making you happy.” Adam gave you an innocent smile. 

You forgot all your embarrassment. “Oh… you’re right.”

“I know…”  Adam whispered. “I usually am.”

“Fuck you,” you scoffed. 

“I love you, Y/N,” Adam purred into your ear. “I love you.”

Let Me Touch You - Adam Stanheight / Reader

Adam Faulkner Stanheight was sitting at the far end of the park, you could see him through the trees, looking rather lonely. You quickened your speed so that you were jogging. Though it was nearly freezing you still pulled your clothes up and went bounding to the bench that Adam was resting in.

When you flopped down, he looked at you. “Y/N!” He said cheerfully. His eyes had lit up when he saw you; he looked very glad to see you.

You beamed at him. “Hello, Adam. What are you doing all by your lonesome?”

Adam leaned back against the wet, icy, bench back. “Nothing. I wasn’t sure if I should bother you or not.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, and scoffed. “Like I would be bothered by my boyfriend visiting me on Valentine’s Day.”

Adam frowned. “I thought you had something to do today…”

“Like what, hanging out with you? My schedule’s empty. Come on, let’s go for a walk.”

Adam stood up eagerly. “Okay. I’d love to.”

You laced your fingers in with Adam’s and started the long trek around the one mile park. Adam leaned in close and whispered, “Well thank you for coming to find me. I would have been sitting there all day.”

“Wow. Don’t be so low-spirited,” you encouraged. “No need to think like that, you’ll only disappoint yourself.”

“Sorry. It’s kinda hard after… um… everything…”

You sighed sympathetically. “I know. It’s going to be okay. You don’t have to worry about it. We’ll be together through it all.”

Adam wrapped an arm around your waist. You walked for a couple more minutes until you found a little tea shop that looked warm. Since it had started to rain, you both decided to take shelter inside. It was a smart decision because as soon as your feet touched the welcome mat it started pouring down outside, covering everything in a thick layer of water.

You walked up to the counter with Adam in tow. There were plenty of varieties, but the one you wanted was in the middle somewhere. The cute barista took your order. You had ordered (favorite tea.) Adam ordered the same thing and you both found a place in the back to sit quietly together.

“I just love the flavor of that tea,” Adam said as he sat down beside you.

“Me too. I get it every time.” You smiled.

“You look gorgeous, by the way,” Adam told you abruptly. “Did you know that is my favorite outfit on you?”

Your eyes stretched wide in surprise. “Oh… I did not. Thank you very much.”

Adam’s eyes traveled down your body, taking in your curves and abs. You felt special as he observed you. You were HIS prized possession.

A waiter came up to you with your drinks. Each of you took a cup and started blowing into it. The smoke rising scattered dramatically, like a phantom running from water. You could smell the ripe scents of its ingredients. You took a sip gently. It burned your tongue but it was worth it to feel the warmth go down your throat and warm you up from within. You sighed out contentedly.

Adam lowered his head to yours. “I don’t think I even need the tea…” he confessed. “You’re hot enough.” He gave you a wink, appearing rather proud of himself for the pickup line.

You shoved him with your shoulder. “Oh shut up. I can’t be hotter than the tea.”

“You might be surprised,” Adam said quickly.

“If you think I’M hot, then you should go look at yourself. You pull it off so much better than I do.”

Adam scoffed. “No. You’re just being nice.”

“Of course not. Do you think I’d lie to you?”

“No!” Adam admitted adamantly.

“Good. How’s the tea?”

“Hot… But I like it. It’s perfect for this weather.”

“It sure is,” you agreed. “Just how I like it.”

You looked back into your tea, just letting the fog keep your face warm, and Adam took the advantage. In your moment of bliss and unsuspicion you felt something climb down your sensitive body, all the way from your waist to your inner thigh. You brought your face up again. Adam was looking at you seriously. “How's Valentine's Day going?” You asked him.

“It’s going great now that I’m with you,” Adam responded sincerely. “I don’t know what I’d do without such an amazing person!”

You blushed and looked into your lap. “Oh… I’m sure you’d make it.”

“Ha. Maybe I would, but barely. I need you in my life.” Adam moved his hand up and down along your left thigh. You pretended not to notice. Instead, you just finished up your tea and leaned back. It was still horribly raining outside, but at least the sun was out now.

You were pulled in close unexpectedly by Adam. You looked up at him. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

You pulled away from him, and Adam took one last drink from his cup. You said, “Are you ready to go back out? It’s getting kinda hot in here.”

“Sure.” He gave you his coat. “Just take this, though. I don’t want you to get too wet out there.”

You gave it back to him. “No. I don’t want you to be cold. We all know how you are when you get cold.”

“Alright,” Adam reluctantly took the coat back. “But only because you want me to.”

You ruffled his hair. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Adam tried to take your hand, but you had other ideas. You pulled it away from him and went racing for the door excitedly. “Come on, Adam! Hurry up, we gotta get out there before the rain lets up.”

“You WANT to go out in the rain?” Adam wondered miserably.

“Duh!” You exclaimed. “The rain is awesome! Come on, let’s go.”

Adam came up behind you, trying to snake his arm around your waist. Unfortunately, you could feel his attempt, and you pulled away from him. You spun around to face your boyfriend, who had on a look of dissatisfaction. He strolled up to you hesitantly. “Where are we going now?”

You shrugged. “Hmmm. We could go back home?”

Adam nodded. “If you want. But, there’s a bakery not far from here. I can’t imagine you turning that down.”

You thought for a minute then realized it would still work out in your plans. “Okay. If you can wait that long.”

“What do you mean by THAT?”

You shrugged. “Oh… I could mean many things by that…”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Adam pointed out.

You darted off, and Adam had to chase after you. “What the hell are you doing? You do know I didn’t sleep well last night, right?”

You stopped and glanced over your shoulder. “What was that? I can’t hear you over the rain.”

Adam looked around miserably, then huffed. He ran to catch up to you. “I said, I didn’t sleep well. So can we please just stick to walking?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sure you can, if you want to be left behind.” You gave him a playful wink.

Adam groaned. “What’s gotten into you?”

“You’ve got enough energy, baby,” you predicted. “Just run with me.”

“Okay,” Adam mumbled. “Perhaps I have… some.” He reached out an arm to lay it on your shoulders. You allowed it to brush you before grabbing Adam’s hand and racing off across the park. Adam stumbled after you, and nearly fell over.

You caught him. “Woah. Come on, get your head in the game, or have you forgotten how to run?”

“N-No…” Adam stammered awkwardly. “I… just… It was a messy start.” He let go of your hand, which allowed him to run with you instead of behind you. He grinned at you. “Maybe you were right.”

“Of course I was. I’m always right,” you joked.

Adam shook his head. “Now stop that. You’re not supposed to AGREE.”

You shrugged at him. “Whoops,” you said carelessly.

“Hey!” Adam grabbed your arm, pulling you back. You fell into him, and he hugged you so tightly that your arms were pinned to your sides. He looked at you from over your head. “Stop avoiding me, damn it!” He snapped. “Don’t act like I’ve not been noticing.”

You gave him your most innocent face. “Well, I don’t believe I have.”

“Don’t give me that shit! You know what you’ve been doing.” There was a glint of desperation in his eyes, but also enjoyment.

Yeah, You thought incredulously. You’re definitely not having the time of your life.

“Stop pretending you don’t like it,” you retorted.

“Come on, my dearest. I think you’ve gotten a little confused. Take it down a notch.”

You fought in his grasp. “Nah. I don’t think so, babe,” you remarked sarcastically.

You swung your legs back and forth. Your intentions were harmless, of course; all you were trying to do was shift the weight from back to front so that Adam would fall over, hence releasing you from his grip. But… you may have gotten a little too rough. In the end, Adam did end up falling down but not for the correct reasons…

You stumbled away from him. “Oww…” Adam grumbled. “I wasn’t trying to KIDNAP you, relax!”

You knelt down next to him. “Sorry…” you whispered, feeling a little embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to… hurt you…”

Adam tilted his head at you and gave you a bewildered look. “What did you THINK was going to happen kicking your legs between mine?”

You glanced at the grass awkwardly. “I was trying to unbalance you.”

Adam sat up finally, laughing a little. “Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

You looked up at him sadly. “Sorry,” you whispered again.

“It’s okay, I suppose,” he teased with a smile.

You tackled him to the ground. “ ‘Suppose’? What do you want me to do? Get some Tylenol? I’ve got some, I think, in my purse,” you wailed wittily.

Adam leaned his head back into the wet grass and gazed up at his partner. “No. I’m good now.” He was smiling slightly.

The rain was still coming down hard. It crashed down all around the both of you, smothering you and your boyfriend in water. It trickled down your hair and face, and got into your eyes and nose. Adam wasn’t having a better time. His hair was plastered to his head, his clothes were glued to his thin body. You loved being able to see his form around his clothes. “I love seeing you like this,” you informed him.

Adam raised his eyebrows at you. “Why? Do I look better after I’ve been thoroughly drenched by the rain?”

“I mean…” You trailed off.

Your reply was enough for Adam to get the idea. He grabbed your neck and pulled you down. “Now tell me why the fuck you’re not letting me hold you.”

You smirked at him. “Awwwe. Is it getting to you, baby? It was your idea to go to the bakery.”

Adam nodded gradually. “So that’s what you meant. I see. I see your little cleverness. Well, I don’t think I should let you get too out of hand. Maybe we should go home and fix this?”

“I’m not the one who needs fixing.”

“Oh? And why’s that? You ARE the one acting out.”

You cast him a condescending frown. You didn’t answer his question directly. All you gave him was a simple, curt, response. “I’m also not the one who thought they were all alone on Valentine’s Day.”

Adam opened his mouth in fake hurt. He looked at you, pretending to be offended. “I can’t even believe you would say that. I was trying to be NICE.”

“Silly goose, even if I was hanging out with the family, I would have still loved to see you anyway. Even a call wouldn’t have hurt. But no, you just decided my family business was too important. More important.”

“Well- I- er… I never said that…” Adam glanced away self-consciously.

“More important than VALENTINE’S DAY?” You continued. “More important than ME? More important than US?”

Adam squirmed under you. “N-No… That… isn’t how- I just meant- I wasn’t saying it like THAT!”

You got to your feet, and bent down to help him up as well. He took your hand shyly. “Just… stop avoiding me… I love you…”

I love you, too, you little rascal. But understand that you don’t need to worry about what I think of you.

“Oh Adam,” You said out loud. “I love you more than you can imagine.”

“Show me…” Adam requested.

You let out a low laugh. “You don’t want me to.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Alright. If you so insist.”

Carefully, you put your mouth to Adam’s. You started to kiss him lightly. Your lips not giving him all that you could. You wanted him to WANT you. You shoved your hands up his shirt, messaging him, and climbing his stomach up to his chest. Your hands made… a couple of detours...

Adam pulled away. “What the fuck is this? I told you to SHOW me, not CODDLE me.”

You looked around. “I mean… I could fuck you right here, in front of the strip mall. Is that what you want?”

Adam bit his bottom lip anxiously. “That… wasn’t what I had in mind, no…”

You raised a scornful eyebrow at him. “Okay then. Now do you want to go home?”

Adam laughed awkwardly, but didn’t give you an outright answer. “Well, you see… The thing is… The bakery will always be here for us to go to tomorrow.”

You headed back the way you had come. “Alrighty. Race me?”

“Shit, baby. You know I didn’t sleep well.”

“Then let me take care of you. You can sleep for the rest of the day after that.”

“Oh…” Adam murmured. “Your way with words is… arousing…”

“One more reason to hurry then, right? So what do you say about racing me?”

“Oh, definitely. I’m up for that.”

You shook your head. “Instantly changed your mind?”

Adam sidestepped up to you. “Well,” he drawled. “I love you…”

“I love you, too, Adam.”

Adam beamed at you, adoration was shimmering in his eyes brilliantly. “Okay. So, when we get home-”

You took off running across the grass. “Catch me, Adam, baby. Or do you want me to do myself?”

Adam ran after you. “No. I’m coming!”

“Yeah.” Your voice dropped. “Yeah baby. You will be.”

And Adam nearly tripped over his own feet. This year’s Valentine’s Day was going smoothly. Neither of you could wait to get back to the apartment, but Adam was especially titillated. And you could already tell; it was all you needed to get yourself worked up.

What now? You wondered. Hmm. I guess we’ll see when we get home, but which one should come first? The strip tease or the dirty talk?

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…

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.”