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condy-wants-a-cookie · 2 months

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Second Chances

Part 1

(surprise! I'm starting a new Adam x reader fanfic)

In a world where love and academia clash, you and Adam are at a crossroads. Your relationship is a tangled mess of miscommunication and jealousy, leading to a heart-wrenching breakup. As you navigate the aftermath, staying with a friend and starting a new job at a skating rink, Adam's unresolved feelings and misunderstandings only add to the turmoil. When your paths cross again, will the truth come to light, and can y'all salvage what was lost?

"Get the fuck out!"

Adam's voice exploded through the small apartment, reverberating off the walls and filling the space with a palpable fury. His tone was a cauldron of rage, boiling over in a way you had never witnessed, not even during your most heated disagreements. The intensity of his glare made your heart lodge in your throat, a lump of dread and confusion.

You took a tentative step forward, reaching out a trembling hand, desperate to soothe the storm raging within him. But he responded with a sharp, frustrated grunt, and you flinched as if struck. "Adam–"

Without warning, he spun on his heel and stormed toward the bedroom. Panic surged through you, propelling you after him. This couldn't be how it ended—not in a blaze of anger and misunderstanding. Your legs felt like lead, each step a monumental effort as you forced yourself to keep pace.

"Adam, please!" your voice cracked, thick with emotion. "Talk to me!"

When you enter your shared bedroom, you find Adam with the dresser drawers pulled out as far as they can go, the contents spilling onto the floor in a chaotic mess. He's bent at the waist, rummaging furiously, tossing articles of clothing over his shoulder. As you watch, you realize with a sickening lurch that every piece of clothing he's discarding is yours.

You pause in your pursuit, the sudden wave of dizziness making it hard to stand. The room feels like it's closing in on you, spinning with the weight of the situation. You desperately need to sit down, but your legs refuse to cooperate, rooted to the spot by a mixture of fear and despair.

“Adam, please, look at me–”

His head snaps up, his eyes blazing with fury. “I said for you to LEAVE!” He hurls a pair of your socks at you. They hit your chest and fall to the floor, but the impact feels like a punch to the gut. Although the socks are soft and fuzzy, the gesture is laden with venom, and your whole body aches with the force of his anger.

You clutch the socks to your chest like a lifeline, the texture of the fabric grounding you in the midst of the emotional storm. The softness contrasts sharply with the harsh reality of the situation, a small comfort in a sea of turmoil. You cling to them, your fingers tightening around the fabric, desperate for something to hold onto as your world crumbles around you.

"Adam," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Why are you doing this? Just talk to me."

But Adam is relentless, his movements jerky and aggressive as he continues to empty the dresser. Pajamas, socks, and shorts fly through the air, each item landing with a muted thud on the growing pile. His shoulders heave with the intensity of his emotions, and you can see the strain in every line of his body.

"You know why," he mutters, more to himself than to you. "You know exactly why."

His words pierce through you, sharp and unforgiving. You rack your brain, trying to understand, to piece together what could have brought you to this moment. But all you find is confusion and heartbreak, a gnawing emptiness where certainty used to be.

"Adam, please," you beg, taking a tentative step forward. "I don't understand. Just tell me what's going on."

He stops abruptly, his back still turned to you. For a moment, there's silence, thick and heavy. You hold your breath, hoping against hope that he'll turn around, that he'll see the pain in your eyes and soften.

But when he speaks again, his voice is flat, devoid of any warmth. "There's nothing to talk about. Just go."

Adam's frenzy has shifted to your closet now, where he yanks hangers from their rods with a savage force. The metal hooks clang and scrape against each other, a discordant symphony of chaos as they fall to the floor. Shirts, blouses, and pants are hurled in a careless torrent, their colors and fabrics a blur of destruction.

Your eyes lock onto a specific piece—a cherished top your grandfather had gifted you for a family picture. The sentimental value of the shirt makes it stand out like a beacon amid the chaos.

Without thinking, you dive forward, your body moving on instinct. You catch the shirt just before it hits the floor, clutching it to your chest as if it’s a fragile piece of your heart. Anger flares in your throat, hot and fierce, mingling with the hurt and confusion that have been building.

"Oh, fuck you, Adam," you spew, your voice shaking with the effort to contain the rising tide of emotion. The words hang in the air, a desperate challenge. But Adam doesn't flinch. He doesn't even pause. He continues to throw your clothing, each piece a dismissal, each toss a clear message that he won’t acknowledge you.

His silence, his refusal to even glance your way, ignites a fire within you. The anger that had been simmering now burns brightly, fueled by the sense of betrayal and abandonment. You click your tongue in frustration, determined to break through his wall of indifference. You need him to see you, to recognize the pain he's causing.

“You piece of shit. This isn’t only your apartment,” you shout, your voice cracking under the weight of your frustration.

Adam doesn’t even flinch. His back remains rigid, his movements mechanical as he continues to throw hangers and clothes with increasing violence. The hangers clang against the floor, scattering around like debris from a storm.

“I live here too!” you continue, your voice rising in desperation. “You can’t kick me out like this.” A pair of your pants lands in a heap, further fueling the inferno of your rage and helplessness.

“Adam, baby, love, look at me. I’m sorry, okay?” you beg, your voice softening to a pleading whisper. “We had a stupid argument, I can’t even remember what it was about. Please, don’t do this.” You take a step forward, your hands outstretched, hoping for some sign of recognition or empathy. But he keeps tossing hangers behind him, a wall of indifference blocking you out.

The ache in your chest tightens as you see his refusal to acknowledge you. The pain and desperation seep through, and before you can stop yourself, the words escape your lips, sharp and biting. “No wonder fucking Lilith and Eve left you, you’re throwing a fit like some fucking toddler.”

The cascade of clothes abruptly halts, the sudden silence almost deafening. The fleeting surge of triumph you felt for finally getting his attention is quickly overshadowed by a deep, gnawing regret. Your heart pounds as Adam spins around, his face a storm of raw, unrestrained emotion.

He’s clutching one of your scarves, the very one he had given you with so much affection. The sight of it in his hands, an emblem of the love you once shared, cuts deeper than any of his earlier actions. The vibrant fabric, which once represented his thoughtfulness, now feels like a knife twisting in your chest.

You wince, the sting of the moment almost too much to bear. Yet, you steel yourself, driven by a stubborn resolve. Slowly, you rise to your feet, the weight of your grandfather’s shirt pressing heavily against your chest, a symbol of your last thread of emotional stability.

Adam’s gaze locks onto you, his eyes wild and pained, a turbulent sea of hurt and anger. You stand there, holding the shirt tightly, a protective shield against the storm of emotions swirling between you. The room is a disarray of chaos and broken promises, and now that you have his attention, the reality of the situation settles over you with a crushing weight.

You’re caught in a limbo, unsure of how to bridge the chasm that has opened up between you. The words that might have once come easily are now trapped, your throat tight and your mind racing to find the right ones. The space between you feels vast and filled with unspoken fears, and you struggle to find a way to heal the wounds laid bare in this moment.

The room is thick with tension, and the atmosphere feels as charged as an old Western standoff. Adam’s eyes lock onto you with an intensity that makes the air around you crackle. In your hands, the shirt feels like a weapon, a symbol of everything that’s gone wrong, poised to fire the final shot in this painful confrontation.

Tick…

The sound of the clock seems to stretch, each tick an agonizing reminder of the seconds slipping away. Adam’s frown deepens, his face a canvas of suppressed tears and raw emotion. You can see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his anger and the vulnerability threatening to break through.

Tick…

Your fingers twitch reflexively against the shirt, the fabric crumpling slightly as you try to maintain your composure. The weight of the moment presses down on you, making each heartbeat feel like a drum pounding in your ears.

Tick…

Adam’s hand closes around your scarf, the one he had given you with so much love. He crumples it into a tight ball, the action a physical manifestation of his turmoil. It’s a small, intimate gesture, but it carries the weight of all the unspoken pain between you.

Tick…

Without warning, he throws the balled-up scarf at you with a sudden, fierce motion. It lands against your chest, a cold, tangible reminder of his hurt and disappointment. As you let the shirt fall to the floor, you catch the scarf in a fluid motion, the finality of the action settling over you like a heavy shroud.

You’ve accepted the inevitable, the end of what once was. With deliberate calmness, you tie the scarf around your neck, its familiar softness now a bittersweet comfort. You turn away from him, the raw edge of the moment settling deep within your bones.

As you make your way to the door, Adam’s eyes follow you, glossy and brimming with unshed tears. His gaze is a silent plea, a reflection of the emotions he's fighting to contain. You catch a fleeting glimpse of his vulnerability before you step out into the hallway.

Before the door closes behind you, you call out with a voice that’s steady despite the turmoil inside. “I’ll be back for my clothes later.”

–

The movies were right—ice cream does help.

It had been a few days since that fateful night, and you found solace in the simple comfort of a tub of Neapolitan ice cream. You were fortunate to have a best friend who pulled through for you, offering a place to crash in the spare room of her apartment. Her other two roommates had graciously moved into the same room to give you some space, and you rarely saw them, which was a small mercy you were grateful for.

The only requirement for your stay was to contribute towards rent, a more than fair arrangement. Before this upheaval, you had been too focused on college to hold down a job, with Adam taking on most of the rent. In return, you handled the house chores, a partnership that now felt like a distant memory. The thought of Adam, his presence so entwined with your daily life, brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. You quickly shoved another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, the cold, creamy dessert a temporary balm for the ache in your heart.

The icy sweetness cooled your tongue and, for a moment, kept the tears at bay. You sat on the couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, the dim light of the living room casting soft shadows around you. The room was a sanctuary, a quiet retreat from the emotional storm you had been weathering.

"Augh, geeze babe."

You turn around, glancing up past the couch to see your friend, Velvette, standing there with a concerned expression. Adam was never a fan of her, which only makes the current moment more bittersweet. You scoop another mouthful of Neapolitan ice cream, the sweet coldness staving off the threatening tears.

Velvette spins on her heel and heads towards the bathroom. You shift your attention back to the TV, the mindless noise a welcome distraction from the tumultuous thoughts swirling in your mind.

Time blurs as you focus on the screen, and you’re not exactly sure when Velvette reemerged from the bathroom. The couch dips beside you, and you flinch away when something wet touches your cheek. Startled, you look down and see a wet rag. Glancing up at Velvette, your confusion is evident.

"Micellar water," she explains, her tone gentle yet firm. "You need to take off your makeup because right now you look like a hot mess, and not in that cute sexy way."

You close your eyes and let Velvette swipe away at your face, the once-running mascara now dried and crusted uncomfortably on your cheeks. If you squeeze your eyes shut, you can almost pretend it’s Adam taking care of you like he always did. The thought makes you lean into her touch, even if her hand is a bit rougher with your face than his ever was.

The rag disappears, and you're quick to open your eyes. Your gaze meets Velvette’s, who is measuring you with a calculated stare. Although she’s never one to show much emotion, you swear you see a flicker of worry in her eyes.

“What’re you doing out here?” she asks, her voice surprisingly soft.

“Watching TV,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Velvette glances at the TV, her frown deepening. She looks back at you, her expression a mix of concern and exasperation. “Babe, you’re just on the Netflix home screen.”

You follow her gaze and realize she’s right. The familiar red logo and rows of suggestions are all that fill the screen. You hadn’t even noticed, too lost in your thoughts to care about what was actually playing.

Your lip wobbles pathetically before you practically throw yourself into Velvette’s arms. She caringly rubs your back while you sob into her sleep shirt, her touch unsure and tentative. She’s never been particularly affectionate, and you suppose growing up around only boys does that to someone. Her awkward but genuine attempts to comfort you are endearing, and you cling to her, letting the sobs wrack your body.

Your mind flickers to the two boys just down the hall, and suddenly you’re sobering up, the flood of emotions giving way to a sharp, uncomfortable clarity.

“Did…” you harshly sniffle, pushing yourself up and away from your friend. “Did the boys snitch?”

Velvette averts her eyes, her hesitation giving her away. “...Val says you’ve been crying since I went to bed.”

You wrinkle your nose, upset that he, of all people, noticed. “Val can go shoot himself.”

Velvette laughs, even if she doesn’t verbally disagree with your disgust. Despite yourself, the thought makes a bubble of giggle escape your lips. Velvette seems satisfied that she at least made you laugh. She reaches over you, grabbing the TV remote, and starts browsing through the Netflix selection.

“What do you want to watch?” she asks.

This is the most considerate she’s ever been, and it makes you worry about how much of a mess you must seem right now. Velvette’s affection is usually shown through harsh but truthful comments, which is why Adam doesn’t like her much—or didn’t, you correct yourself. Your eyes start to feel wet again, the emotional rollercoaster catching up to you.

Velvette must notice this because she quickly turns on the first mind-numbing cartoon she sees. You don’t even have time to register the title before the first scene begins. Instead, you lean back and press yourself into Velvette’s side. She wraps a tight arm around you, and the warmth of her embrace fills you with a swell of platonic affection.

The show’s bright colors and silly antics provide a welcome distraction. Velvette’s presence, solid and comforting, grounds you as you let out a long, shaky breath. Just when you start to relax, she reaches over and steals the tub of ice cream from your hands. With a mischievous grin, she shovels as much as she can into her mouth before you manage to pull it back.

–

Finding a job as a college student isn’t the easiest thing in the world. After countless applications, interviews, and rejection emails, you finally secured a minimum-wage job that would at least help contribute toward rent. The job isn’t glamorous, but it’s a start.

You stand outside the local skating rink, the chilly evening air nipping at your cheeks. Clutching your personal pair of skates to your chest, you take a deep breath. The skates are well-worn, a testament to countless hours spent trying to master the art of skating. You’re not a pro, but you’re steady enough to monitor the rink and ensure the kids stay in line and keep safe. You hope that as time goes on, you’ll pick up more tricks and skills, gradually improving your abilities.

As you approach the tinted glass doors, your thoughts inevitably drift to Adam. What would he think of you now? Would he be proud of the fact that you’re working hard to contribute to your own survival? Or would he be embarrassed by the seemingly mundane nature of your job? The questions gnaw at you, their answers elusive as you try to focus on the present.

With a deep breath to steady yourself, you push open the doors. The lobby of the rink greets you with a burst of neon colors and the unmistakable smell of old popcorn and synthetic skate polish. The classic arcade carpet, with its psychedelic patterns and worn edges, stretches out beneath your feet. As you look around, you can’t help but notice the gross, mysterious stains that dot the carpet, remnants of the rink’s countless youthful visitors.

Well, this is what you get for landing a job catered to kids. The thought brings a wry smile to your face, a small reminder that even the messiest jobs have their charm.

You step into the lobby, the bright lights and vibrant colors reflecting off the glass walls, and you can’t help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. Your first shift starts in just a few minutes. You remind yourself to focus on the task at hand, to embrace the role and make the best of it. The rink may not be the fanciest place, but it’s a job, and it’s a step towards rebuilding your life.

A life without Adam.

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condy-wants-a-cookie · 3 months

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Multiversal DP (1)

College Au! Adam x Fem!Reader x Canon! Adam

Summary: You thought God was looking down at you with a pitiful look, when your apartment burned down and the only person who answered your call was your whacky situationship.

But when a weird angel appears, who uncannily looks like Adam just in bigger and even more obnoxious, you realise that God was straight up laughing in your face.

This is based on my College Au! but you don’t need to read it to understand this.

CW/TW: Fire, Porn with slight Plot, Two-Shot, Jealousy, Controlling behaviour, TW ADAM, misogyny, toxic relationship, sci-fi bullshit which makes no sense, Mutual masturbation, slight financial dependency on readers part, possessive behaviour, tell me if i missed anything

A/N: This will be a two shot i swear ‼️‼️ nothing more nothing less

Today was a bad Saturday.

It was exhausting and went on longer than it should. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. First you had to drive to your college library to give back a book otherwise you would be fined, then you had to work an extra shift because someone got sick (hangover from the party yesterday you skipped), then your bus didn’t come without warning? What the fuck was that about? Since it was the last one you had to fucking walk home.

You were tired to your bones.

If you weren’t so tired, maybe you would have noticed the light coming from the floor above your apartments, and the fact that it glowed suspiciously orange and red. Walking up the stairs, the further up you got the more you noticed a heaviness in the air. Is someone using their bbq inside again?

Until the fire alarm went off, while you were one floor away from your apartment. What? You just stood there, frozen in shock. Is this a test? Standing still on the steps you considered continuing your way home, until everyone started spilling out of their own apartments. Ugh. So you’re doing this.

Fleeing with everyone else the building, you stood outside while you watched as the flames finally showed themselves from the outside. Since the apartment where it started was directly above yours, you saw the flames caught over to your own. It smelled like smoke, despair and money you will have to spend to replace everything. You don’t even know if your landlord has insurance. He hasn’t repaired your AC unit in 2 years now.

It felt dreamish, the way the fire department came, being able to see how a big portion was consumed by flames, and in the end sitting at the curb while freezing your ass off. One thing is clear, you won’t be able to sleep in your own bed tonight.

Your neighbours sat with you, together with a fireguy who chatted with everyone about the damage. Some sort of support beam came down. You didn’t bother engaging in the conversation.

It drifted towards where everyone is going to stay, your neighbours already had that figured out. He’s staying with his boyfriend, she’s going to visit her sister and they are going to each take a child and visit their own parents. When the eyes moved to you, you felt uncomfortable. Where will you stay?

“You should start calling your family, sweetie.” The old woman told you, her voice rough from all the cigarettes she smokes.

Everything today got you fucked up. Taking in a shaky breath and wiping your hands on your jeans, you stood up to make a few calls. Walking away from the group and basically hiding behind the firetruck, you didn’t want everyone to see that fact that you have like 3 contacts in your phone. You think they already know, though.

Since it’s in the middle of the night, or more like the new day already, Monica didn’t answer, neither did Dymphna or Bernadette. Maybe you should just crash in a motel. Then you remember what’s in your budget and how the motel in your price range had some weird incidents regarding rats and cockroaches and meth deals.

Tapping your phone against your forehead, you tried to keep calm and think. Then you remembered who gifted you that phone and you sighed.

Opening Adam’s contact, you hit the call button before you could chicken out. Holding your phone against your ear, you felt panic wash over you and before you could fumble around to end the call, Adam picked up.

“Fucking hell, baby, if yer callin’ me for anythin’ but a good dicking down ‘m gonna be pissed.” His voice was gruff and it’s clear to you that you just woke him up. He mumbled out the words.

All you could muster up was a sob and a weak “Sorry.”

“Where the fuck-“ You hang up before he could finish his sentence. Great. Why did you even think about calling Adam? Are you stupid? Desperation makes people do crazy things.

You tried to call your friends again and when everyone went to voicemail you thought about blocking them all in a blind rage because why the fuck can’t they be there during an emergency? Taking deep breath to calm yourself, you reasoned with yourself that you too would be sleeping during the witching hours.

Nervously biting down on your lower lip, you considered throwing yourself off a bridge to cope with everything. Deciding against it, you looked at your notifications instead. Adam was spamming you.

[Adam Godfree]: where r u 1:11 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:12 AM

[Adam Godfree]: send ur location 1:13 AM

[Adam Godfree]: baby 1:14 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:15

[Adam Godfree]: i’m not mad just say where u are 1:15 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:15 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:16 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:17 AM

[Adam Godfree]: answer my fcuikng calls 1:17 AM

[Adam Godfree]: im cuminv over u btter be fucking there 1:17 AM

More messages and call attempts clogged your notifications.

The fact that Adam is the only one answering in your time of need is lowkey so embarrassing. Since you read the messages through your notifications field, you aren’t leaving him on read. You think that would have ticked him off even more.

Taking a sneak back at the street, still covering your body with the fire truck, you noticed that everyone was gone. They all have retired for the night. It was a pretty intense debacle, everyone coming out to watch and film. The fire truck was started and you jumped slightly, fleeing towards the side walk.

If a fire truck drove you over you’d be very very very unhappy.

Sitting down on the street like the loser you are, you rubbed your hands over your face. Don’t cry. You’re all alone. But don’t cry. Don’t cry. Looking up the nearest Motel near you, which you could afford, you got up. Your legs felt weak. You didn’t even have a fucking phone charger with you. At least you took your laptop and the charger with you, if any of your files were gone you’d die.

You couldn’t help but think of everything you need to replace. Ok maybe you can cry a little. Crying and walking is an honest to god awful combination but beggars can’t be choosers or whatever.

Maybe you should text Adam that everything’s fine and that you were just being a bit dramatic. It’s been like, what? 10 minutes? And he usually takes 20 minutes to get here. You feel bad that he had to drive half the way.

Just as you were about to open the chat, a car turned into your street with an illegal speed. Damn.

Is that Adam’s car??? Double damn.

Adam stopped the car besides you with squeaking breaks and tires. He threw open the car door, and even before he fully stepped out he was yelling at you, “Bitch, what the fuck?!? You have the fucking nerve to call me up in the middle of the night and then to ignore me?? Do you even know who the fuck you’re talking to? How many other-“

“My apartment burned down.” You wanted to bawl your eyes out.

Everything you have meticulously worked hard and saved up for is gone. All your memories and trinkets and plants and everything you valued.

“..You’re joking?”

You shook your head, deciding on covering your face with your hands while you full on started sobbing now. Your breathing was hysterical and you thought you were about to full on start hyperventilating now because you have to apply for new documents now and what’s with your class notes and well at least all your cards were with you. Do you have to get a P.o. box now and how much does that cost? Can you even afford to be in a motel so long, do you have to pay for that? What happens if they can’t like restore the apartment complex where will you live the market is horrible and you’re going to be homeless and in debt, won’t you? You will have to drop out or take up more shifts or even get a second job but your grades and scholarship and and and and and and

Adam walked over towards you, but you were too deep in your mental breakdown spiral to notice it, and he carefully placed his hands on your shoulders. You flinched slightly at the unexpected contact, but when you realised it’s just Adam you relaxed again. Taking your hands away from your eyes, you had them resting on your cheeks.

“It’s okay, don’t worry that pretty little head. I will take care of everything, alright?” Adam’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. His fingers were massaging your tense muscles. You looked up at him with wet eyes and nodded pathetically at him. You didn’t trust your voice.

Adam started grinning down at you, “I have always wanted a cum dump at home, anyways.”

This just made you start crying again. Motel it is.

“Ah, bad joke. Don’t cry, cmon. You know me, babe, don’t have ta do anything you don’t wanna do.” He pulled you into his chest, his hand smoothing over your hair while the other rubbed your back. He’s warm and soft. You continued to sob into his sleeping shirt, while clutching at his shirt.

You don’t know for how long you’ve been crying for, but Adam simply stood during that time with you at the side walk, while comforting you. He didn’t speak, which was rare.

Once you have finally made the rational adult decision to calm down, after god knows how much time has passed, you lifted your head up from his chest and took a step back. You were still sniffling and you didn’t even want to image what your face was looking like.

Adam grasped your cheeks into his hands while wiping away your tears with his thumb, “Alright, alright, let’s get you to bed. Must have been exhausting for my poor, little baby.”

He leaned forward, giving your forehead a kiss. Then he grasped you by the shoulders and lead you towards the passenger seat, opening the door for you and helping you in by grasping your hand in his. Once you were sat down, with your bag at your feet, Adam leaned down towards you and put your seatbelt on for you. He closed the door and walked over to sit down in the drivers seat.

Driving to Adam’s apartment was relaxing, music was playing and you were starting to fall asleep.

“..Ho….that…ven..hap..”

“Huh?” You lifted your head up from the car window, blinking at Adam sleepily.

“I asked how the fire even happened?” Adam glanced over at you, you were going to be there soon.

You sighed, and rested your head again against the window, “Guy feel asleep with a joint in his hand…Or was it his mouth? Doesn’t matter. Curtains and carpet caught on fire.”

“Oh my fucking…You’re kidding me?” Adam drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.

You stretched your arms, hands and fingers out before you, “I wish.”

Adam continued watching you, glancing at you as if you didn’t notice. He was trying to be slick. Smoothly parking his car, he got out. You opened your car door, taking your bag with you when you left the car. Adam took your bag from you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing you into his side. You both made your way to his apartment.

Taking off your thin winter coat, together with your old boots, you were ready to just pass out.

“You want me in the guest room?” You asked him, while rubbing at your eyes.

“The fuck? No. You’re sleeping with me, baby. Pun intended.” He winked at you.

You sighed warily, you’re too exhausted to even glare at Adam. He was still fighting with untying his own boots. Shifting from one leg to the other, you decided on looking around Adam’s living room. Nothing has changed. Still weirdly sterile and empty. His bedroom was at least somewhat different, filled with band posters and guitars.

After Adam finally got his shoes and jacket off, he intervened your fingers with his and lead you to his bedroom. He went and rummaged through his closet, giving you a sweatshirt, “This should do for now, we will get you new fucking clothes tomorrow….”

“Thank you, Adam.”

“Yeah, yeah, how about you remember this next time I want my dick sucked? How I’m such a nice fucking guy, and how you owe me, babe.” Adam pinched your cheek while he spoke, grinning down at you.

Dear god, please fix up your apartment as fast as possible. With lots of love, your saddest creation.

Adam answering your call is literally the devils work, you can’t explain it otherwise. Is this some sort of punishment? What did you do in your last life to deserve this.

Rolling your eyes at Adam, you got out of his grasp and turned your back to him to get dressed. Taking off your own hoodie, and bra you slipped into the sweatshirt Adam gave you. It was soft and the material was thick and nice. It was huge on you, but that’s just because Adam is a big guy. Everywhere.

Taking off your jeans, you folded your clothes messily and put them on Adam’s desk chair. Adam was already in his sleeping wear, since you gracefully woke him up in the middle of the night. He was in bed, watching you get dressed, while he yawned.

Ducking under the blanket with him, Adam grabbed your arm and dragged you towards him. It’s like he wants to live in your skin. He made your head rest against his chest, while he had his arm wrapped tightly around you.

“Wake me up again today, ’m going to spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down ever fucking again.” He grumbled at you, while giving your ass a pinch.

You gasped slightly, before burying your head into his neck. He always smells nice.

Before you knew it, you were already asleep.

In your dream, a big support beam in your burning building was dropped on you. Crushing your body to the floor, with your back to the ground.

Blinking, you slowly but surely woke up, with your heart hammering against your chest. Trying to turn over, you noticed something heavy laying on you. Adam’s head was on your chest, his arms were wrapped around your back and his breathing was even. Remembering his threat, you decided on letting him sleep. Sighing and burying your hand in his soft hair, you decided on continuing snoozing.

But as soon as you buried your hands in Adam’s hair, Adam lifted his head up and was now resting his chin on your chest. Does he not know that tits are sensitive?

With his oh so charming grin on his face, you just knew he was up to no good. He shifted and was now resting his weight on his arms, besides your head, rather than using your body as a pillow. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Adam crashed your lips together, he is as shameless as always. His hand roamed your body, till he slipped it under your sweatshirt. Gently fondling your left breast. He rolled his half-hard dick on your thigh.

Disconnecting your lips from his, you whimpered against his lips.

“What happened to ‘Good morning’? ‘How did you sleep?’. What happened to that?”

Adam moved to kiss your ear, cheek and then your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses against your skin, while he panted against you.

“Mornin’ slut,” Why is his morning voice so fucking sexy? “you jerk me off right now ‘n I’m going to buy you whatfuckingever you want today.”

You would jerk him off for free. You did jerk him off for free. Are you a whore?

Adam sat up, moving so that both his knees were besides your stomach. You were happy he didn’t sit down on you, he could easily crush you. That’s sexy, though. He kneeled over you, and you saw his dick strain against his fuzzy pants.

He grasped your sweatshirt into his big hand, pulling it up towards your chin to expose your tits. Seeing them made him smirk. Taking your hand into his, he placed it on his dick and ground your palm against him.

“Watcha waiting for, baby?” He purred while looking down on you.

Adam always made you horribly nervous. No matter how often you hang out, or fuck, he always has you blushing and stuttering. Fuck. Grasping the hem of Adam’s pants into your hands, you pulled them down together with his underwear.

His dick was heavy, curving downwards and already leaking pre cum. You’ve had this monster inside you more than once, but every time you’re surprised at just how big he is. It’s not only his length, but also the girth. Jesus. Stretching you out mercilessly every time, you struggled with wrapping your fingers around him. His gold prince albert piercing glinted in the dim light.

Realising with your hand wrapped around him, that jerking him off with dry hands was probably not the move. Making sure to lick your other hand, while keeping eye contact with Adam, you wrapped your now wet hand around his member. You started with slow a slow movement, spreading his pre cum across his dick. You licked your other hand, because this was for sure a two hand job, you now were able to use your left hand for the lower part and the right hand for the top part.

Massaging his tip with your thumb, Adam groaned, “Ughh, fuck babe, you loooove serving me, don’t you? Making me cum is, like, your fucking dream job.” He laughed at his own fantasy, “Don’t worry tho, making your pretty pussy cum is my own life work.”

Adam reached back, his hand brushing over your hips and finally getting under your panties, “Sooo wet already? You’re too easy.” The way he grinned and sounds giddy made it obvious how much he enjoyed it. His fingers found your clit and then your weeping hole. He gathered the wetness on his middle and pointer finger, he then went to massage your clit.

Your hips jerked up, at the sudden pleasure cursing through your body. Moaning up at Adam, your hands stuttered their jerking movements. Quickly catching yourself, you speed up your movements while focusing on Adam rubbing at your clit.

He moved his fingers to pinch your clit in between his fingers, you whined while your hips jerked even more, “Stop that. Do it properly.” You hissed at him, while glaring up at him.

Adam simply snickered at you, but he did move back his fingers to continue rubbing your clit. You moved your left hand to massage Adam’s balls, gently moving your fingers across that sensitive part of Adam. Grasping softly in your hands, arching your palm up in a wave motion.

“Fuuuuuck, ha, you’re doing so well.” Adam moaned out, while he intensified his finger movements. Shit, you’re close. But so was Adam, you could tell by his furrowed brow, he was moving his hips to grind his dick further into your hands and fingers, his noises and breathing.

“Pleaseee, Adam, won’t you cum all over..me?” You pouted up at him, massaging his dick.

The pressure build up in your lower stomach, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt yourself cum. Shit. Adam laughed at you, his fingers never left your clit.

It didn’t take much longer for Adam to cum after you, coating your torso white. It was hot, sticky and thick. Ugh. Adam’s fingers still didn’t left your clit. What an asshole.

“EeeeEeeenough, Adam, Oh fuck-“ You tried to angel your hips in a way that he leaves your most sensitive part alone, he chuckled and wiggled his hand out off your panties. Thank god.

Adam pulled his pants back up, and sat down besides your laying down body. You tried to catch your breath, your clean hand covered your eyes. With Adam’s sweatshirt not covering you anymore properly, you were starting to get cold.

Taking your face in his hands, Adam gave your cheek a wet kiss. He brushed his lips over your ear, before whispering in your ear, “Aren’t you just my precious little slut? Go shower, baby.”

You nodded your head at that, showering would be a smart move. Getting up, you located your clothes, before you started walking Adam gave your ass an stinging slap. Gasping in surprise, you went and covered your ass with your hands.

“Man, I didn’t even wake you up..” You grumbled at him, going over to take your clothes.

“Yeah bitch, but you made me wait till you woke up to drain my balls.” Adam got out of bed, stretching his arms over his head.

You stuck out your tongue towards Adam, with your clothes in hand you took off towards the shower. Using Adam’s stuff always felt weird to you. Obviously he doesn’t have woman shower gel, but still. Smelling like Axe was sure something, having your friends side eye you for your smell was even worse.

Getting out, you towelled yourself dry. Slipping into your clothes form yesterday, you left the bathroom. Seeing Adam in the kitchen, at the stove, you made your way over. Wrapping your arms around his mid section, you buried your head between his shoulder blades.

Adam wrapped his one hand over your intervened hands. God, he’s such a big guy.

“Hey baby, you like french toast?”

You simply mumbled a yeah into his shirt, while smelling how good Adams cologne smells. No wonder he’s so popular. If only it wasn’t for his mouth. Adam rubbed your hands with his thumb while chuckling. He turned the stove off and turned around, taking your face into his hands he gave you a deep kiss.

“You excited to fulfill your womanly role of being in the kitchen while you’re here?” Adam mumbled against your lips.

“…You piss me off beyond believe.” You shoved him away by his shoulders, while he laughed.

He didn’t stay away for long, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your bodies together.

“Why? You don’t wanna be my pretty little housewife? Nah, but seriously you do have to pull your weight ‘round here.” Adam pushed a few wet strands of your hair out of your face.

You nodded at Adam, “Of course….I know it wouldn’t be enough but I could give you the amount of rent I pay?”

Adam looked at you like you were stupid, “Babe, I fucking meant, like, cleaning up after yourself, cooking once in a while and hopping on my awesome dick. Well, it’s more of a bonus to be able to ride me whenever you please. I can make that pussy fucking churn, baby, you know it.”

Rolling your eyes at Adam, you simply hid away by smashing your face into Adam’s chest. His incredibly soft chest. Gliding his hands all over your body, Adam bend his neck to whisper into your ear,

“Sit down before the food gets cold.”

Sitting down, you let Adam fix you and him a plate. It all felt weirdly domestic.

Once you were finished, you put everything in the dishwasher while Adam made his way to the bedroom, to get dressed. You plopped down on the couch, twirling your thumbs basically. Sighing, you laid down on the couch. Adam entered the living room.

“What’s up? Stop looking all depressed and shit, we are bout to empty my fucking wallet. Aren’t woman happy to go shopping on a man’s hard earned dime?” Adam stood in-front of you, with his jacket in hand.

“I just..I can’t believe I’m homeless…..This is my biggest fear coming true. Oh my god….I’m homeless…” You covered your face with your hands and groaned loudly. You’re fucking homeless.

Adam scoffed at you, taking your hands into his own and taking them off your face.

“Baby, you’re living here now. We will put your last name on the fucking mailbox and whatever else you need. I will handle everything, sweet thing, don’t you fucking worry.” Adam grasped your knee into his hand now, shaking it slightly, “Cmon, get fucking up. I need you to lighten my wallet up.”

You stood up, nodding at Adam, “Okay, okay, let’s get going.”

Walking towards your jacket, you put it on, together with your worn out boots. Fall is a bitch and winter was even worse. Adam furrowed his brows at your clothes, he grabbed your jacket and felt your jacket lining.

“Jesus, this thin thing doesn’t do shit for you, and what the fuck’s up with your boots? Woman, we have to get you a whole new wardrobe.” He shook his head at you, like it’s your fault you’re broke.

Shopping with Adam played out as well as you thought. When Adam asked you which store you usually go to, and you said the thrift store he looked unhappy. He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you all across the mall.

Unsurprisingly, his favourite place was the underwear section. When you grabbed a multi pack of basic panties, Adam looked at you like you personally ruined his life with that decision.

This whole thing was tiring, you just wanted to lay down. At least Adam had the time of is life, sending you to the dressing room and getting to play dress up doll with you. Eh, at least he isn’t bitching at you, he complains about how woman sizes are not all standardised, how the stitching is shit and how it can be that they don’t have that top, in that colour, in a bigger size. He’s in his zone. He has you try on stuff in different colours, shapes, sizes and man he’s picky as fuck.

All you wanted was a few sweatshirts, one pair of jeans and some socks and underwear. In the end you got a new fucking closet, your make up items basically replaced with the expensive version of your drug store ones, shampoo and conditioner from brands you couldn’t even pronounce, and some sanitary products. Once Adam started looking at sundresses (summer is like 6 months away??) you put your foot down and told him you wanted to go home. You weren’t sure more bags would fit on his arms and in his hands anyways, since he refuses to let you touch anything.

Standing in line at the last checkout, Adam was preoccupied looking at bras. Telling him your bra size was probably a mistake. Letting him drag you to a lingerie store was the other mistake. You felt your phone vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans.

Pulling it out, it was a group chat call from your friends. Accepting the call, you held your phone against your ear,

“‘Yello?”

“What in Christs name is going on that you call up a storm in the middle of the night?”

You could barley understand a word, with 3 different people talking at once, but that was the gist of it.

“Uhh, nothing bad. Apartment burned down.”

“WHATTT???”

Before you could elaborate, you felt your phone being snatched out of your hand. Looking back, you saw Adam glare at your phone.

“If it isn’t the fucking Hexenzirkel!….Mind your own fucking business, everything here’s alright.” With that he hung up your phone and pocketed it. Great. Now that’s a fire you will have to put out later.

Adam herded you forward, towards a free register. He paid for everything, and then took you towards the parking garage where he left the car. Stacking everything in the backseat and trunk, you sat down at your seat. Adam got in, and he started driving home.

Calming your friends was sure a thing you had to pull off. Explaining to them what happened and why you live now with Adam, off all people, was sure something you did. With lots of interruptions. Monica and Dy both assured you that you could always crash at their apartment, in their guest room.

Well, they won’t be able to make you cum 3 times in the span of 20 minutes, so you were going to ride this out. Literally.

You already realised that living with Adam would include lots of sex. He kind of made it his mission to christen every room in his apartment. More than once.

So across a few weeks, he had you ride him on the couch, eating you out in the bathroom, bending you over the kitchen counter, having you suck his dick in the guest room and romantic missionary in his bedroom. And much more and more frequently. Trying out cock warming sadly didn’t go as well, Adam doesn’t have the self control for that, but tying him down on a chair did help with that. And it was hot as fuck.

What you didn’t take in account for was the domesticity of it all. Cooking with Adam, drying the dishes while he washes, watching shows and movies, talking about each others day at the end of the day, cuddling, sleeping in each others embrace, listening to Adam sing and play his guitar, his rambling about the girls his band and music he enjoys, showering together and washing each others hair, grocery shopping together. It’s all so soft, you didn’t really except it. It scares you.

Adam had a lot of bad qualities, like how he tries to give you a curfew, you have to change your phone password every week, you’re sure he has your phone location somehow (you really have to check your app and settings), he keeps making attempts of convincing you to quit your job, tries to dictate what you wear outside the house (all you wear rn are baggy clothes anyways, not because of Adam but because it’s cold af), he always asks you where you’re going and with who, for how long will you stay out? Should he come with you? Don’t worry, baby, he will give a lift and coincidentally stays there for as long as you. Right besides you. He hid away all the door keys?? He loves scaring you and he has a tendency to make your keys and phone disappear when you’re about to leave.

So yeah, privacy was non existent. But when your landlord sent you an email on how you should still pay rent?? Adam took your phone and told you he would take care of it and lo and behold, another email followed up saying that you don’t need to pay for shit. Who would have fucking thought. A few days after the fire you were allowed inside again, picking out whatever wasn’t fully destroyed. There wasn’t much, Adam came with you, and when you were close to crying again, he gave your head a kiss and bought you your favourite take out.

You’re pretty sure he’s trying to condition you to be dependent on him, since when he makes you cum he has a tendency to whisper to you about how you’d should cancel your lease, how you should quit (again) and how nice wouldn’t it be to be his little housewife? You’re happy you got the copper IUD, otherwise you would be pregnant right now. Since Adam is insatiable.

At the end of the day you get fed, get 8 hours of sleep and Adam tries to drive and pick you up wherever you want. So you have been throughly enjoying the past few weeks. The fact that you have to reassure your friends that you are fine and juggle Adam’s weird behaviour is just something you have to deal with.

You were close to falling asleep. Adam was laying on the couch, with you on his chest. He was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, while you buried your face into his neck. His one hand was under your shirt, his fingers traced heart shapes on your skin. You felt his heart thump through his chest, in a slow rhythm. The TV was playing in the background, some fucking Family Guy episode Adam picked out.

The lights started to flicker, faster and faster.

“What the fuck?” Adam sat up, looking around confused.

All the electronics were starting to go crazy, the TV switched between movies and shows, the microwave started going off, together with the fire alarm. You rubbed your eye, while yawning. Everything came to a hold when everything got shut off. You sat in the dark.

“..Huh?” Is all you could get out. Whats going on?

“Fucking fuck. Did a fucking fuse blow out on me?” Adam ushered you off his lap, you stretched your arms over your head.

“Did you forget to pay utilities? Happened to me once or twice.” You threw into the room.

Adam scoffed at that, “Did you forget or were you too broke? I pay my shit on time, don’t fucking worry about it. Fuck. I think the fuse box is out on the hallway.”

“..Both.” You made an attempt at going back to clinging to Adam, he was comfy and you were tired.

“Can’t get rid of you, huh?” He chuckled at you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you closer to him, “Need me to carry you to every fucking errand I need to run?”

You nodded at him, humming in agreement. Adam slipped his arm under your knees and the other under your shoulder, when he stood up he took you with him. Carrying you bridal style. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Don’t drop me! Ah! Adam!”

“Damn babe, usually you only scream my name like that when I make you cream all around me! Don’t stress yourself, you weigh nothing to me. Watch this.” Adam laughed at you, he spun you around in his arms. Then he proceeded to do squats. You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. After that, the final round, he did bicep curls, using you as his weight.

“Drop me, gym bro.” You laughed at him.

“Yes, mam.” Adam suddenly let go off you for a second, or at least made it seem like that.

Your heart dropped, genuinely thinking that Adam let go off without warning. But he quickly caught you again, laughing at your screaming and horrified expression. He set you back on your feet, grinning at you.

“Chillax babe, as if I would ever drop ya.” He brushed your hair away from your face.

“Fuck off, asshole. How about we look for that fuse box? I don’t wanna live in a lightless apartment.” You hissed at him, swatting away his grabby hands. At least your eyes got adjusted to the dark.

Before Adam could answer, everything started to go crazy again. TV blaring, lights flickering, beeping and fucking sparks flying.

Adam yanked you down with him by your arm, you both were squatting behind the couch.

“Fucking hell?! What the fucks going on??”

A blazing, colourful tear appeared into the air, between the TV and couch. Man were you happy to have said couch as a shield. A high pitched tone sounded through the air, causing both you and Adam to grimace. Covering your ears, you squinted while trying to take a look at the weird slit. It was changing size and form and honestly, you weren’t too sure what you were looking at. So you just ducked behind the couch again, not wanting to know what actually was going on.

Then it just stopped. Everything was pitch black, taking a look out the window you saw that non of the lights in the other buildings were on anymore. Fucking power shut off.

“Let’s get fucking out of here befo-“ Adam started speaking, but was interrupted by a horrible sizzling sound. You were sure that the sound waves which vibrated through the air were touching your soul.

The tear appeared again, just this time in a circle form. Adam and you ducked behind the couch again, while the…thing moved and changed and screeched. It stopped. Again.

“Jesus Christ…” You whispered into the darkness, looking at Adam with big eyes.

“Uhm, fuck no, I’m not the J- Dog. I’m fucking Adam, you know? The first dick on fucking earth?”

??????

Adam and you looked at each other like you have just seen a ghost. You both shoot up from behind the couch at the same time.

What kind of creature appeared in the living room????

He’s very tall. Too tall. And big. His horns hit the ceiling, so he has to awkwardly slouch. What even is his face? Are those golden wings? How fucking big are they? Wingspan of over 9000? Whats that round thing over his head, a halo? With a weird ass robe. Oh my god. What’s even going on anymore?

“Fucking sick, you both can hide your wings and halo? How long did that take you to fucking master? A century or two?” The thing gave you both a once over, his gaze lingered on Adam’s face, but he just shook his head. A century? You weren’t even ready to continue living for another 10 years.

You reached your hand out, grasping Adam’s arm tightly. Adam’s muscles were tense and he seemed to grind his teeth, glaring at the unwanted guest. God help you.

“What? You two to fucking shocked seeing this big of a deal, huh? I totally get it. Want an autograph?”

“..We…Don’t need to….Hide our…Wings. Because we are…People…?” You decided on saying. It’s better if you speak and not Adam, since he looked close to blowing up.

The creature blinked at you, “Oh shit…Don’t fucking worry about this little incident, sugar tits, upstairs we got extra protocol for this.” He turned his huge back towards you and Adam, giving you a nice view of his glowy, golden wings.

Since your heart was starting to calm down, and you were able to think clear, the realisation creeped in that he kind sounded like Adam? Weird coincidence.

Adam’s face soured even more at the pet name, “Al-fucking-right, listen here, A-“

Grabbing Adam by the collar of his hoodie, you yanked him down. Placing your finger against your lips, to signal for him to shut up, you let him go again. It’s best if Adam does not start a fight with a whole ass angel.

Said Angel was snapping his fingers repeatedly. Each time he did, the electronics started going crazy again. All that appeared were sparks around his fingers, and where the tear was it sizzled slightly. Great.

“The fuck? Why isn’t this shit working?”

Adam crossed his arms infront of his chest, looking unhappier with every passing second. This won’t go well. You feel it in your soul.

The angel nervously threw a look over his shoulder, at you and Adam. As if any of this was your fault. Rolling your eyes, you bit your tongue.

“…You sure you’re a fucking angel?” Adam spoke into the tense atmosphere.

“Yes I’m fucking sure I’m an angel! Have some fucking respect, without me non of you fuckers could be frolicking right fucking now!”

And so it starts. While the two men threw insults at each other, you tried to breath through your panic. Taking a good look at the angel, not only did he have the same voice as Adam, his face reminds you off the masks Adam’s band wears whenever they perform. Maybe….

“Take off your mask.” You decided on telling the giant. All eyes were on you now.

“Woah, bossy. And here I fucking thought you were a well trained bitch, who knows not to interrupt when the men are speaking.” Alright, you hate that guy.

He hooked his fingers under, what was finally revealed as a mask, and slipped his face out of it. Even though his hair was a mess, one thing was clear. That was Adam.

It was uncanny to watch, you were uncomfortable. It clearly felt like that they weren’t supposed to be in the same room. The only difference between their faces was that this one didn’t have any piercings, and he looked to be in his thirties. Good to know that Adam still will look hot in like 10 years. DILF. The even have the same facial expressions, and reactions to each other.

“You supposed to be some shitty alternative version of me, or what?” Adam asked, his chin in his hands and head tilted.

“Fuck no, you dumbass didn’t listen to me? I’m fucking Adam, the first man? More like my genes are alive and well in you. Good to know.” He nodded at Adam.

“Are you sure? Because his name is also Adam, and he has two ex girlfriends named Lilith and Eve. Same break up as you had…….Are we in a Bible fan-fiction? Why does everyone I know have biblical names and a fitting background?” Is your whole life a lie??

The angel simply blinked at you, then his gaze shifted towards Adam. He chuckled nervously again, once again snapping his fingers. All it did was make sparks fly and mess further with the electricity, not just in this apartment but also with every other building outside.

“Fucking stop it, shit obviously isn’t working.” Adam dragged his hand over his face, obviously exhausted.

“Well, if you can travel through space just like that, what’s really stopping you from also going through time? We basically already know that alternative universes are a thing, if we think of both timelines as water streams, going at the same speed….or time?” You put your hands infront of each other, not touching having them touch, “You must have accidentally messed something up in your travels, causing you to fall out of your stream into ours…” Moving your right hand to bump it into your left one, you imaged the angel falling and tumbling into your world.

“…That’s so cool.” You whispered under your breath, the angels wings fluffed up, a grin appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I’m pretty fucking cool, babes.” He looked so proud of himself, as if he did it all on purpose. Idiot.

Adam glared at his doppelgänger, while wrapping his arm around your shoulder and yanking you into his side. He rubbed his chin against the top of your head, like an animal marking it’s territory. You were too far into your multiversal fantasies and connecting it to your physics classes, to notice the angle smugly grinning at Adam, as if he won that round. Weird macho behaviour, which you couldn’t care less for.

“What are we fucking supposed to do now?” Adam asked, carefully.

“..Is the couch free, bro?”

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