#fh reader insert

[snapmydisk]

A awwm with James

You were beyond tired. A long day at work and an evenlonger week ahead was expected. It made you feel mentally exhausted.

You collapsed on the sofa beside James once you had sentoff the last email and almost fell asleep on his shoulder “Hey Y/N,” yourboyfriend whispered, gently shaking you awake.

“I’m not asleep!” you declared, jumping up.

“You’re tired and stressed, I can see it. Wait here,” headded before you could protest. He returned with a blanket, your favourite filmand hot tea.

You could cry with generosity and caring…and you did.Tears rolled down your cheeks without warning as James wrapped you up. He kepthis arms around you, soothing you gently until you managed to stop the crying “Ilove you so much,” you whispered.

“I love you more,” James said, placing a kiss on yourhead.

[rt-reader-inserts]

Dating Elyse would include? 💖💞💕💝

Movie marathon weekends where the only reason you pause the TV is to get takeout. It’s usually a mixture of both of your favorite movies, but there tend to be a more than a few Muppets thrown in.

Plenty of date nights in with a few shots of vodka or a bottle of wine, which usually end with the two of you laughing at the dumb jokes you make while cuddling on the couch, and lots of sloppy kisses that either lead to more giggles or the bedroom. (spoiler: it’s usually both)

Listen, there are so many piggy back rides. Whether you’re walking on hikes, through downtown, or around the house, there’s always a chance someone will be carrying someone at one point or another.

Stopping to pet every dog you see, no matter where you are or where you need to be.

Playing indie games together, and the two of you hamming up the voice acting if there’s any unspoken dialogue.

Speaking of gaming, you also have some pretty “intense” 1 on 1 battles, and both of your trash talking methods are ridiculous enough that you end up only half focused on the actual game. (And pity the poor souls that get roped into playing Mariokart with you.)

You two are the ultimate team for chicken fight, dominating any pool party you attend.

She’s definitely more dominant than you had expected, not that you mind at all; especially when a simple kiss after a long day of work leads to her pinning you against the wall, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

The two of you finding the most personal gifts for each other, and holidays/special occasions having plenty of sappy hugs and kisses and the occasional happy tears.

[rtscrobbles]

Good you do a thick where the reader and kovic go to the same gym and he helps them out and stuff and then flirting happens 😁

    I gotta do this.

   You’ve been repeating that to yourself for the past year. Last year you made a resolution, this year was the same one. Go to the damn fucking gym. Your friends have convinced you multiple times to go, but you just haven’t been motivated enough to leave your bed. But after treating yourself to some gym gear, you felt motivated enough to actually get up at the light of dawn. 

    You slip on your black sneakers, carefully doubling-knotting the laces, inhaling the new shoe smell. It was the little things that made life worth it. You step towards you mirror, checking out each part of your body. The gym gear made you look slimmer, but you knew you were far from your reflection in the mirror. 

  Grabbing your keys and water-bottle, you were out the door. Luckily your apartment complex had a gym on the bottom level open to all so you didn’t need to haul your lazy ass very far. Instead of taking the elevator, you decided to jog down the 3 flights of stairs. By the time you got to the second flight, you regretted your decision and started pacing your steps to catch your breath. You probably looked all hot and flustered. But hey, you weren’t out to impress anyone. 

  You make it to the 3rd and final flight of stairs and follow the sign that said ‘gym’. Now that’s just teasing at this point. You follow the arrow and arrive at a glass door, you push it in and are immediately greeted with the smell of b.o and stale water. You quietly dry-retch as you walk through. In your mind you already made up your mind as to where you wanted to go. 

  You make your way over to the weights where a reasonably fit guy laid, pushing the weights up and down. You quickly look away and browse through the various sets of weights. You found the lowest one, oh well, we’ve all got to start somewhere. 

  It was a small one, so it only required one hand. As you flexed, your muscles ached and you lost your grip. Fuck. 

The guy that was doing weights seamlessly before made his way towards you. “Hey, are you okay?” He smiles warmly, you could tell he was trying not to burst out laughing. As you took a closer look, you noticed he had a single tattoo that wrapped around his bicep. Nice. 

  “Hey? Are you alright?”

“Hmm, what?” Fuck, He caught you out of your trance. You prayed to whatever higher being that was around that he didn’t notice that you were checking him out. This would definitely be one story for the books.

 “Oh yeah I’m fine,” You murmur, collecting yourself together, flushed. 

“I’m Adam by the way. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before...?”

You shake your head “Yeah, I’m Y/N, today is actually my first day but it looks like I’ve already embarrassed myself enough to hide in my apartment for the rest of my life,” 

  Adam laughs, picking up your dropped weight and placing it on the rack next to you delicately. His muscles flexed. Fuck. Stop drooling Y/N he’s probably already got someone.

“Oh what number are you if you don’t mind me asking?”

“47,”

“Oh really? I’m 42. What a coincidence!” Adam smiles warmly. Oh god oh god oh god. Adam wipes the sweat from his forehead, his hair was drenched and mattered. 

“You planning on coming here often?”

“Maybe,” You shrug, honestly you had no idea before but now, the gym might not be such a bad idea. 

“Well, I’d like a gym buddy if wouldn’t mind Y/N. Besides, I might start coming to the gym more often if you’re gonna be here.” He winks smiling. Again. Him and that god damn smile. You felt yourself completely crumble into yourself.

 “Neither,” You agree, your heart beating a million beats per second. “Well, I’m going to the change rooms. I’ll be a few, you wouldn’t mind waiting would you? We can get to know each other at breakfast,” Adam suggests you just nod and watch him walk away. 

Well fuck, the gym isn’t so bad after all.

[jungblue]

lol since we're all talking about FH, do you have any recs of other fics that are similar??

hmm well my lovely lovely love @baeseoul wrote a scenario called ‘destruction of a muse’ and it’s sort of centered around music and there’s lots of depressing angst and such, but that’s the only reader insert i can really think of that i’ve read that revolves around angst / music. as for m/m there’s also ‘trying to behave’ on ao3 which has music / long distance elements and reaches a level of angst and sadness that my poor soul could never hope to execute lol

[adscititious-cacoethes]

Prompts!

Alright party people; let’s give this a shot!

Since Petrichor is finished (spoilers: I finished writing it before I started posting it) and I’m almost done my next (much, much shorter) fic idea, @chefgeofframsay gave me the wonderful idea to open up prompts! I’ve never done this before and I don’t know how it works but if I blindly grope around in the dark long enough, I’ll find something eventually.

Info + details under the cut because I can’t do anything in my life without rambling about it:

I’d prefer to stay in the reader insert world. Being a female, I’d have to admit that I do female readers best, but I can write ambiguous and male perspectives pretty well, too, if you want to be specific. If you’re not specific in your request, I will assume female. 

Things I don’t do: character death that isn’t an OC bad guy (I won’t kill off a real life human), the sex things, super gory stuff.

Things I do do (haha, poop joke): fluff!!!, things with happy endings, comfort-y stuff, p much anything besides the things I don’t do. As a cutesy and domestic person, I will gravitate towards the cutesy and domestic things.

I reserve the right to go “nope, sorry, can’t do that, not feeling it”. If that happens, I’ll contact you privately. Unless you’re an anonymous user. Then sorry, bro. 

People I will (and won’t) write:

Edit: I no longer watch RT content, I have drifted to watching only AH content, so unless it is a specific person or in the existing Petrichor!verse, I probably will not write for RT people, only AH. Additionally, I have not kept up with FH over the years and therefore I don’t feel very comfortable anymore writing for them. I will be willing to give the good ol’ college try, however, if you would so wish. I try to stay away from writing stuff about the Founding Fathers (unless it’s platonic), because at this point they’re all like 20+ years older than I am and I’m not a good enough writer to be able to “imagine” myself/a reader as older to make it seem like a more manageable age gap. I also don’t watch any of the RT/LP family offshoots. It’s to the point where I don’t even know most of their names? So if you say “Trevor” and there’s actually a Trevor in one of those groups, I won’t know that and will assume you mean Treyco. That being said, you can still prompt me with anyone and I can still give it a valiant attempt based off of research/other people’s fics. 

tl;dr: Try to stick to AH members and also occasionally Petrichor!verse humans, but I can try my best if there’s someone you really want to see written in my style. 

And yeah! That’s it! Prompts! Woo!

[youtubeimaginationstation]

Taking Prompts and Taking Names

Hey guys, I used to be a pretty active fic writer here on the old blue nightmare machine, and now that I have some more free time in my life around graphic design work I would love to reenter the world of writing.

I write all things from the RT Network (RT, AH, FH, RvB, etc.) and it can be anything from reader inserts to your favorite ships.

So send me some prompts and I’ll do my best to write some fun new things for you guys!

[5lbsofsmarties]

Congrats on 400!! Could you do number 25 with Adam Kovic?

Word Count: 377Thank you so much! xoxo

The more time that it took for your sleepy time tea tofinish fully steeping, the closer to falling asleep at the kitchen counter youwere. Finally, you grabbed your mug and slowly shuffled yourself out of the kitchenand into the living room; you were looking for your husband but he wasn’tthere. However, you could hear him muttering to himself from his office.

You made your way over and saw that he had left the doorslightly ajar. With a small sigh, you gently pushed the door open enough to peerinside. You knew that he didn’t like to be disturbed while he was working onthings so you really just planned on saying goodnight before heading off tobed. Once you were in the room, you spotted him in front of the small greenscreen he had set up taking pictures of himself making the most ridiculousfaces.

He didn’t seem to notice you for a moment until he stoppedto look at some of the shots, and then he caught sight of you grinning over therim of your mug at him. “Y/N,” he murmured with a low, chuckle, “What’s up?”

You took a slow sip of your tea before shaking your headfrom side to side, “I have got to say, Adam. I have never been more attractedto you.”

Adam rolled his eyes and strode across the room to stand infront of you. “Hardy har-har,” he mumbled as he bent down to kiss you gently.You hummed happily and smiled up at him, blinking sleepily. He brushed a staybit of hair back from your face and gave you a smile in return.

“Let me finish up here and I’ll meet you in our room,” hesaid, kissing you quickly once more.

You nodded and turned on a heel to head out the door butpaused to look over your shoulder at him. “Save me one of those pictures forlater,” you teased as you scrunched up your nose at him. Adam laughed andpicked up a pillow from his chair to toss at you; the pillow hit low on yourback and bounced back onto the floor. You merely closed the door while gigglingand headed off to bed.

[snapmydisk]

More prompts please!

I’ve emptied the inbox so some more prompts to fill will keep this blog going!

[rt-reader-inserts]

Congrats on 1000 followers!!! Can you write something super fluffy with Lawrence?

“Lawrence, I’m sick, go away!” you called out, your voice muffled beneath the sheets that, by this point, were burying you. “You don’t need to see me looking all gross and—”

You were cut off by your own coughing fit, much to amusement of Lawrence, who was trying not to laugh as he sat down beside you. “Babe, you do realize that I’ve seen you after three shots of tequila, right?”

You huffed at him, but knew you had no rebuttal for that, so you reluctantly let him pull the layer of blankets away, shivering as the cold air hit your skin.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” your voice was slightly hoarse now as he lay down beside you, pulling the blankets around the two of you before wrapping his arms around you. “You’re gonna get sick!”

“If I recall correctly, I’m the one who got you sick in the first place, so that should make me immune by now, right?”

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled as you snuggled closer, “but you’re a warm idiot, so I’m not gonna argue.”

With a small laugh, he kissed the top of your head, murmuring, “Love you, too,” as his arms tightened around your shivering frame.

[aplaceforrtprompts]

“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?” with Peake, of course. :3

“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?” James taunted, holding your controller over his head, way out of your reach.

“Come on this isn’t fair,” you whined and stretched, not even close to closing the gap between you and your headphones.

You yelped as you suddenly felt two strong hands on your waist and your feet were off the floor. You snatched the headphones and stuck your tongue out at James before being set down.

You turned around to reveal Matt as your hero. “Us shorties have to stick together,” Matt smiled at you.

“Peake, you’re like a half a foot taller than me,” you laughed.

“Yeah but you’ve seen the giants we work with,” he pointed out.

“Okay true. And thanks,” you told him before standing on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

[marshhaus-blog]

Naps and Nights

Pairing: Matt Peake x Reader

Word Count: 1502

Summary + A/N: Matt Peake is sleepy, you are slightly tipsy and just so happen to end up at the same place at the same time. I guess you could call this fluff. This is my first time trying something like this and actually posting it online. Congrats to me, I guess. Hope you guys like it!

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Ever since Matt Peake could recall, he hadn't been a man of big words. In fact, he liked to keep everything as easy-going as possible. Simple things were easier to deal with and seeing that his friends at funhaus liked to point out, that he seemed to carry all the weight of the world on his shoulders, it all made sense. To them, his semi-seclusion was the essence of his existence, something they were used to and more than happy to accept. Matt was just...Matt. In a way, nobody would ever be capable of changing that, even though it made certain things a lot harder than they had to be.

That Friday evening he had decided to stay at the office a little longer to finish editing a video. He hadn't had made any plans for later anyways and while Adam and Bruce had asked him to go out for a drink, he hadn't really felt like it. It had been a weird day, a weird week actually, so going to a bar didn't seem that inviting. A voice inside of his head kept telling him that it would have been the right choice to just say yes and let Bruce cheer him up a little. When he did play with the idea of shooting him a message though, the clock on his phone revealed that it was already past 11 pm. By now, the chance of not being able to get into the flow was too big to risk it. Better keep it cool than awkward, right?

Matt sighed, sunk into his chair and closed his eyes. His hurting eyes implied that staring at a screen for that long couldn't be healthy - something he promised himself to remember at least weekly, without ever changing something about the situation. Finally giving them the rest they needed felt good, though. Before he could open them up again, his thoughts drifted off to something that had happened earlier that day - someone, actually. And then suddenly, while the radio station he had opened up on his browser was still silently singing to him through his earphones, he was gone, completely out of it.

The next thing Matt could recall was him slowly waking up, caused by a sudden flash of light and a familiar voice. Still mostly stuck in his head, he looked around the office, only now realizing that he had fallen asleep and sunken so deep into his chair, that he had been about to fall out any minute. He carefully straightened up, groaning at the pain in his stiff neck. It was the first time something like that had happened to him and so far it definitely hadn't been worth it.

"Oh my god. Matt, is that you? Sorry, I didn't know anybody was in here", somebody called out, followed by quick footsteps towards him.

It wasn't hard for him to recognize that voice. Your name immediately sprung into his mind, leaving a warmth inside of him, which quickly turned out to be slight embarrassment. Matt wasn't exactly good with women and while that had bothered him in the past, he'd come to accept it. He wasn't one to fall in love very easily anyways, so did it really matter? Perhaps not.

Matt took a deep breath before turning around and actually facing you. Honestly, he still wasn't completely sure that he was in fact awake, but he tried not to let it slip that he had been sleeping, despite his dozy eyes probably being an instant giveaway. You were the complete opposite to him: awake as ever, wearing a black dress with floral print and only a little bit of makeup. He couldn't help but smile a little at the view of you. Something about you was just so refreshing. Ever since you had started working at funhaus, you had left an impression, but he had brushed the idea of you off fairly early. You had a lot of friends and always seemed to be up to something and as you two got along pretty well, he didn't want to ruin anything.

"Oh, uh, I wanted to finish editing this video for Monday. So I've just been sitting here since everyone left, I guess", he tried to explain, keeping in mind that you had left work quite early that day and couldn't have known.

He watched you as you nodded acceptingly, pulled your own chair next to his and sat down on one of the desks, resting your feet on the leather chair. As his vision became clearer, he realized that you didn't seem as happy as usual.

"I, uh, shouldn't be the one to ask that question, but what are you doing here?", Matt proceeded to ask and took a look at the clock in the right corner of his computer screen. "It's...2 am? Wow, that's a new one."

I swear it felt like I was asleep for ten minutes, at most. Good job, Peake. Can't wait for James to find out about this one.

"I was at this bar with Adam and Bruce, Lawrence showed up too at some point, I think. I don't really remember, 'cause the place was so packed. Dark too, couldn't see shit."

You sighed and leaned back, nearly causing a screen to fall off the table. Matt however was quick enough to grab it and put it in place, earning an embarrassed smile from you.

"Oh god, sorry. I'm a little tipsy and upset. Please don't hate me", you apologized with a sad expression on your face, which convinced him of the assumption that something clearly wasn't going right.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Go on. Not going anywhere", Matt said leaning forward, putting a hand on one of your shoulders just for a split second.

It was the best reaction he could think of in that moment, that didn't involve coming too close and keeping a safe distance instead. He could tell you were okay with it, as you slid down the table and sat down on your chair, decreasing the distance between him and you.

"I got a phone call from someone I used to be friends with. It was an accident. She didn't actually mean to call me and it really shouldn't matter, but it just reminded me of...old times. Everything's so different now and sometimes you just have those days. I don't even know how to explain it."

Matt nodded and slightly lowered his head, inspecting the floor. Somehow he knew exactly what you were trying to bring across.

"So I left, but I didn't want to go home and the only place I could think of was here. Reminds me of good stuff. I walked 20 minutes, 'cause I'm too much of an idiot to explain where I want to go to a taxi driver. Then when I got here I thought I'd lost my keys and started panicking, but I'd just let them fall to the ground while trying to open the door. Also, I didn't think you'd be here. So, me busting in and lighting everything up wasn't exactly what I'd planned."

When he looked up and saw that you were smiling now, he couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. That sounded exactly like something you would do that he would have missed, but Elyse would have told him about the following day.

"Wanna hear something funny?"

"Shoot."

"Three hours ago I was editing the last scene of this video right here. Closed my eyes for like ten seconds, then boom. Gone. And suddenly you're here. Thanks for not letting me nap 'til sunrise."

"Seriously? I had a feeling, but Matt Peake falling asleep at work? Never.", you said and started laughing. "You just proofed me wrong, Sir."

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises."

"I can see that."

Matt took a moment to look at you again, at how your mood had changed, simply by him being there and trying to cheer you up, which was something he hadn't thought himself to be capable of.

"Hey, how about I give you a ride, make sure you get home safely and we'll see each other here on Monday?"

"It would be my pleasure."

Silence set in as Matt and you smiled at each other, slowly coming to the conclusion that this incident was the best thing that could have happened to both of you that night. He liked you, he really did. It felt like he'd just crossed a bridge, bringing you two closer together on an emotional level. It wasn't much, but it was something and he was more than happy to have had shared this little moment with you. Maybe in a few weeks he'd have the courage to ask you out, when you both weren't indoctrinated by the night - maybe. He liked this feeling because it was simple, easier to take care of. And it invited him to put both his heart and his soul into discovering how complex it actually was.

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Okay but I'm obsessed with Petrichor!!!! It's amazingly written and fuels my love for Treyco even more! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS MASTERPIECE I await the next parts patiently and excitedly 💖

Aww, thank you for letting me know! I’m glad you’re enjoying it! I’ve been writing for a very long time (if you’ve watched FH since their inception you may know me from this), but I’ve sort of circled back around to my (middle school) fandom roots and ended up back to reader insert fic? Doing anything new is scary, especially “publishing” a work after literally years (and on a fancy new sideblog, too!) so I’m, really, super happy that you’re enjoying it. 

(Sorry, I started rambling)

That being said, you’re in luck because part eight is coming out tonight!!! (I’m on an every-other-day release “schedule”). 

Also, the whole thing’s finished, so if there’s something else you (or anyone reading this) would like to see me write, shoot me a message! I have some stuff “in the works” but I’m always open to suggestions/requests.

Also also, I love Treyco, too <3 

[lemelindemarais]

A/N: Heyo! It’s been a while. Here’s a Spoole Fic based off this AU “I just moved in next door and I’m like 99% sure you’re insane AU” Enjoy!

Pairing: Spoole/Reader

Word Count: 163

"Hey Sean!" You smiled at your new (attractive) neighbor as you both got into the elevator.

"Hi! How are you?" He asked while juggling some groceries.

"Pretty good! You?" Both of you got off as it reached your floor.

"I'm good, kind of tired though." He replied while stifling a yawn.

"Wouldn't have anything to do with you screaming about nazis last night would it?" Night after night you could hear him talking to people (or himself? You were questioning his sanity at this point) and mentioning the new Wolfenstein game. 

"Oh you heard me live streaming? Sorry about that." His cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh thank goodness, I thought you were just crazy." You both started laughing.

"Not quite," he unlocked his front door, then stopped to turn back around, smiling, "my channel is S-p-o-o-l-e-o on twitch, in case you wanted to see what the noise is about."

"I'll check it out." You smiled and closed your door. Maybe living next to Sean wouldn't be so bad after all.

[snapmydisk]

How about Kovic stayed late with reader to finish up work but when she's done he's fast asleep and it's cute and stuff. Love you btw

Thank you! I hope you enjoy it

Your eyes were exhausted and you had lost count of the number ofcoffees you had consumed but you were determined to finish.

Adam had insisted on waiting with you, offering you a ride home whenyou were finished. He had become like an older brother to you since you joinedthe FH team and him making sure you got home safely was just one of the thingshe did to look out for you. You would never admit it, but you adored him forit.

You stretched as you pressed ‘save’ for the last time. A tired smilespread across your face as you realised you had finally finished and met thedeadline “Hey Kovic,” you said. No response. You leaned back to see him fastasleep on the couch.

You tiptoed over and crouched beside him. It was probably the only timeyou had seen him truly relaxed “Adam,” you whispered, brushing his hair backwith your hand.

He mumbled incoherently, blinking his eyes open “Y/N? Are you finished?What time is it?”

“I’m all done, let’s get you home. I can crash at yours, I don’t wantyou driving out of the way for me.”

[aplaceforrtprompts]

The reader and Adam Kovic have a "friends with benefits" relationship everytime the Funhaus guys come to Austin. One night when the reader is coming on to him, he wants to make a commitment ❤️

Word Count: 1,176

Warnings: NSFWish

“Adam, do you need us to rent you a room or are you staying with your girlfriend?!” James yelled in the background fully aware that you were on the other end of the phone call Adam was currently on.

“She is not my girlfriend,” you heard Adam argue back even as he tried to muffle the phone. “Sorry about that,” he turned his attention back to you.

“It’s fine. It’s James. I wouldn’t expect anything less. And as usual my bed is your bed as long as you want it while you’re out here,” you told him.

“Of course. Hold on just a moment,” he told you and tried muffling the phone and called to James once more. “I’m good!”

You stifled a laugh as you heard him bring the phone back up to his ear.

“I can’t wait to see you. Always the best part of visiting Austin,” he said smoothy.

“Can’t wait to see you either. It’s going to be a good time,” you replied before saying your goodbyes.

“So is Adam or you going to be in any of the videos this time or should I just expect you to be missing until next Monday,” Geoff teased as he stood with you in the airport holding a cardboard sign that just read, ‘Fuckers’.

You tried several times and failed to take his sign so you left it alone, “Excuse you, until you bang Kovic you’re not allowed to speak on the subject. But to answer your question we will try our best. Really though what do you expect.”

Geoff let out a dramatic sigh, “I really don’t know. Just take it easy on him tonight. We actually do need him for some filming tomorrow. You too.”

“Fair enough,” you agreed just before the whole Funhaus gang spied you from the escalator and began hollering at you.

You greeted them all with hugs and smiles, saving Adam for last.

“Missed you,” you told him wrapping your arms around him.

“Missed you too,” he replied, returning the hug, lingering onto as long as he could.

When you finally pulled apart you were the first to speak, “So Geoff warned me we have to take it easy tonight because we have some early filming tomorrow. So I was thinking we’d grab your bags, grab some home slice, watch a movie, get to bed early then tomorrow night your ass is mine.”

You smirked and he let out a loud laugh, “I think that sounds amazing. Any time with you is a good time. Clothes or not.”

“Oh, clothes are always optional at my place. Just because we aren’t getting into some hanky panky tonight don’t think I’m keeping my pants on,” you warned as you lead him out of the airport finally and to your car.

“Hanky panky?” he questioned in a fit of giggles.

You laughed along with him before helping get his bags into your car.

Keeping true to your word it was a mild night with Adam. Pizza, movies, talking and catching up until you passed out.

Shooting the next day was a breeze, it always was with Funhaus before you knew it the day was over and you found yourself at the bar and from the bar you were back home with Adam and not a single plan to come in the next day.

The second the door was shut behind the two of you Adam had your back pressed against the door. He was bent down to catch your lips with his own, kissing you like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

You were waisting no time, stripping him of his shirt as you paused just a moment to catch your breath.

You worked off your shorts as he worked on marking your neck, moans spilling from your lips.

The two of you had done this so many times that Adam caught you without a second thought as you jumped onto him, legs holding onto his waist, arms around his neck.

He guided you both back to your bedroom with ease. He laid you down and paused only to strip off his jeans before climbing on top of you.

“Christ, I’ve missed you, Adam,” you groaned, rolling your hips up trying to get some sort of friction.

“I love you, too,” he said between kisses to your collar bone.

He must not have caught his mistake because he was still going like nothing had happened. You on the other hand were very aware of what had just been said and you put a hand on his chest to pause his actions.

“What?” he looked at you concerned and confused.

“You love me?” you repeated.

Adam first looked confused but as his actions finally seemed to catch up to him you could see the realization on his face.

“Fuck,” he muttered and covered his face with his hands as he leaned away so he could sit up and away from you.

“Adam, do you love me?” you questioned, your tone was stern but gentle.

He pulled his hands away and looked up at the ceiling, apparently he did not want to make eye contact. “I didn’t mean to fuck it up. I know you wanted this to be causal and that was great but I couldn’t help it. I fell in love with you.” He finally looked down and caught your eyes. “It’s so fucking hard not to. You’re funny. You’re honest. You get me and I just screwed up the best thing I ever had. And I don’t mean the sex.”

His eyes tore away from you again and you could feel his heart breaking practically as he spoke to you.

“Adam,” you said softly. “Adam look at me.” He did and honestly it was a punch to the gut. That man had the most heartbreakingly brown eyes you’ve ever seen. “You do realize I said I wanted something causal about two years ago. And two years ago I did and since then I had slept with other people here and there but that slowly drifted away. It was replaced with our late night skypes and going shopping to make stupid care packages and waiting for every opportunity to go out to LA when Geoff asked for volunteers. Now I can’t say I love you too, at least not yet but you’re not alone on this whole feelings things.”

Adam was slow to react but a smile grew on his face, “Really?”

“Yes really. Of course we’ll have to talk about what this means for both of us say on maybe a date or something like that,” you offered keeping your tone playful.

“Yes. Yes!” he cheered and you erupted in laughter at how joyful he seemed now that he knew the feelings weren’t one sided. “Until then can I still kiss you?”

“You damn well better,” you grinned and like that he was on you once again though in a completely different mood now. The kiss was sweet but full of a lot more meaning this time around.