#adam sackler writing

[jynzandtonic]

Ooooo how would any/all of the boys react to turning 40???

*Sigh* 40 is a damn fine age. Please accept these snaccs:

Charlie Barber: Henry's all set up to stay with his cousins for the week so you two can get away to the little villa he's booked in Tuscany for the two of you. You'll have the whole time to drink red wine, make homemade pasta, and fuck in the sunshine on the deck off the master bedroom.

Clyde Logan: He feels so damn lucky to be alive, to be with you. Growin' up with Jimmy, two tours in Iraq, all his adventures and misadventures, and he's finally settled down with you and happy as can be. All he wants is to sit with ya on the porch swing and watch the sunset with a beer in hand—but he won't say no to the butterscotch cake ya baked him.

Adam Sackler: Can't really believe he's fuckin' forty. He promises to put some of his commercial money in an IRA and take enough of a break from acting for a little staycation to fuck on every surface of your apartment together.

Flip Zimmerman: You sure you don't want to have a baby, sugar?

Phillip Altman: Perpetual man child. He offers to get matching cougar tattoos with you.

Rick Smolan: Motorcycle tour of Vietnam together, letting you take photos on his DSLR while you ride on the back of his bike.

Ronnie Peterson: Cabo San Lucas with you and all your friends. He wants to drink daiquiris, sing karaoke, and maybe get a sunburn at a nude beach!

[killezramiller]

I wrote in defence of the girls in Girls (except for Hannah).

[juniperwoodwell]

How ADCU characters would react to a s/o, who admits she's Insecure about her body.

Parings: Adam Sackler x F! Reader, Flip Zimmerman x F! Reader, Phillip Altman x F! Reader, Kylo Ren x F! Reader.

Warning(s): Cursing, 18+ content, Groping, Innuendos.

Word count: 2k

A/n: Sadly I've been feeling a bit down about myself and decided to write about the boy's, honestly I hope reading this helps you as much as it did for me. Enjoy ❤️

Oh, also. The photos were edited by me, I found them all on Pinterest.

Adam Sackler

He wasn't too surprised by the confession when you told him one night; he could tell by how shy you were when you started dating and began trying things out in the bedroom.

He didn't know how to bring it up or console you properly; usually, he'd immediately change the subject when you felt insecure about something. To you, it came off as him being uncaring about your insecurities, but one night you decided to bring it up.

"Hey, Adam.." You said quietly; your back was to him as you lay in his bed.

The question ran through your mind, keeping you awake. His arm wrapped around your front and pulled you against him,

"Yeah, Kid?" his voice was groggy from sleep.

"Why do you always change the subject when you notice me becoming insecure about something?"

 "You seriously want to talk about this now?" He groaned and nuzzled his face into your neck, but you sighed and slipped out of his grasp, sitting on the bed and crossing your legs.

"Yes. It's bugging me, and If I don't know the answer, I won't sleep."

 Another groan escaped his lips, missing your warmth as he sat up, leaning against the wall.

The warm lights from the window illuminated his skin with a golden glow; you sighed and picked at your nails.

 Adam grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you into his lap, tucking his head into your shoulder. His hands slid from your naked thighs to your hips, slipping under your (His) sleep shirt. Your breath hitched when his hands touched your stomach, and you immediately grabbed his wrists.

"Adam...Please don't."

"Why not? Why are you so ashamed of this?" He squeezed your sides for emphasis.

"I-I...I don't know. Maybe it's because, in high school, I desperately tried to be the hot skinny girl?" You joked,

"Really?" Adam asked, obviously not catching on.

"No, Not really. I...I guess it's just because I'm putting so much effort into losing weight, then not seeing any progress. It's always been this way. I either can't gain any weight or lose it. I used to get upset when I got stretch marks on my thighs or when my sides got pudgy."

Adam removed his hands from under your shirt, taking both of yours so he could interlace your fingers. He kissed your shoulder. "That's stupid."

 "Adam...Don't put down my insecurities."

"Why not? They deserve it. They're useless and only make you doubt yourself. I say screw it. Stop caring about how much you hate or dislike your thighs or belly. You're beautiful not by just how you look but by your personality. Though your appearance definitely adds to it."

"How can you say that?" You asked, closing your eyes as he continued to kiss the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders.

"Because I fucking love your body. I love how thick your thighs are, especially when they're trying to crush my head like a watermelon. I love how squishy your belly and sides are. It gives me something to hold onto when I'm railing you into the mattress. Oh, and don't get me started on your ass because I know you're insecure about that too. It's my favorite pillow. Knocks me right out."

His words were accompanied by a squeeze or poke to each part he mentioned. Making sure you knew just how much he loved the things you were insecure about. He realized the subject-changing method wasn't working, so he decided on a more... Physical  approach.

Flip Zimmerman

Flip's reaction was similar to Adams, but he couldn't wrap his head around how such a beautiful, intelligent, and talented woman could be insecure about herself. He wasn't sure how to console you, but he was determined to learn how.

He started by asking questions about your insecurities, always confused by the why and how. It irritated him to know that someone made you feel  this way about yourself. No...Not irritated. It pissed him off beyond belief, but he would never let you know that.

One night, he takes the situation into his own hands, quite literally. You two were preparing to go to the park's fall cookout park.

You stood in front of the mirror trying to fix your dress, you hated wearing them, but you thought you'd try the pretty housewife look. Biting your lip, you flopped your hands to your side, giving up.

"Hey, Stop that." Flip's low voice startled you out of your self-criticizing thoughts.

 "S-stop what, Hun?" You asked, Turning to look at him as he finished buttoning up that lovely red flannel you asked him to wear.

"That whole nitpicking thing you do when you try on new clothing. You look gorgeous in that dress. -actually, you look gorgeous in anything you wear...or don't wear" He smirked, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he walked over to you, taking your hand and turning you to face the mirror again.

He wrapped his arms around your middle and put his chin on top of your head, that smirk growing into a smile as he watched the blush blossom on your cheek.

"You tease" Your voice was small; He always managed to distract you from your negative thoughts

"My pretty little Wife." He moved his head to kiss your cheek. "If you don't like the dress, I can always rip it off your pretty little body and show you just how beautiful you are with and without it."

"Oh shush, we don't have time, Flip."

"Like they're gonna care if we're late,"

 You scoffed. "Late? Honey, With you...We'd miss the whole event"

 You rolled your eyes, seeing Flip smirk in the mirror.

"That wouldn't be so bad?" His hands slid down the sides of your dress, he pulled the skirt up, but your hands grasped his wrist before he could get too far.

"Yes. Yes, it would, Zimmerman." You smiled, meeting his eyes in the reflection.

"If we stayed home, I could show you all the ways to love your body." Your head turned to meet his gaze, that mischevous glint now replaced by a low gaze and lust-blow pupils. You patted his chest,

"As much as I'd love that...And really, I would. I promised the guys at the station I'd bring those cookies you all like."

Flip groaned and kissed your head. "You or those delicious cookies...Toughest decision of my life." Together you laughed, and you pulled away.

 Swaying your hips as you left the bedroom, knowing he'd be watching and following after.

"It better be me, Honey."

 A new wave of confidence found its way into your heart and mind.

"Always, sweetheart."

If Flip could love your body so damn much, So could you.

Phillip Altman

Philips's reaction was very childish, as were most of his reactions to things you tell him. He mostly laughed in disbelief. But he settled down when you put your hands on your hips and bit your lip.

"Holy shit, You're serious." His eyes were wide.

 As I said. Disbelief.

 "Yeah, Pal. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I-I don't know? You always seem so confident in the stuff you wear; you're like the queen of confidence. It radiates off you like the fucking sun. It shows in the way you walk and the way you talk."

You shook your head. "It's not really confidence, Phillip. I just like the clothing I wear."

"Liar, You know you're hot. You have no reason to be insecure. People should be insecure because of you and all your..." he moved his hands around the air, "Hotness."

 "Hotness?"

 "Yeah. You're fucking hot." You rolled your eyes;

 Phillip sighed as he stepped close to you. His hands ghosted up your arms, not touching but close enough to feel the heat. His hands cupped your face and squished your cheeks as he kissed you; he pulled away and gently shook your face

"And you better fucking believe it. Okay? Because If you don't, I'm gonna keep doing this until you do."

He smiled and kissed you again and again, Only stopping when your fingers wrapped around his wrists. "You believe me yet? Little punk?"

You smirked and shook your head, "Nah...I don't think this method is working."

"Oh? Then what will? Huh?  How about this?"

Philip let go of your face and fell to his knees. He stared up into your eyes like a love-sick puppy.

"Oh fuck...Phillip...Get. Up." You laughed;

 He shook his head as his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, squeezing and kneading them through your jeans.

"Phillip," You groaned; you loved his hands, how big and warm they always felt. He knew it, too.

"Hmm?"

"Stop it." You grabbed a fistful of his hair before he could shove his head between your thighs; he groaned loudly at the feeling.

 "SHit- Do that again." You smirked at his request, tugging his hair again.

"You mean this?" He shut his eyes, groaning again.

 "Yess...Your hands are so fucking addictive." He opened his eyes, meeting your own. "You're so pretty from this angle, baby. If I could, I'd be on my knees for you forever."

Kylo Ren

Kylo was angry when you told him, not at you but at your reasoning behind it. He was furious that a man you put your trust and love in constantly put down your body or called you things that made you feel less than you were.

He was determined to show you just how wrong that bastard was.

He had you pinned against the wall of his bedroom, his lips on your neck, and your arms were held above you by the force while his hands roamed your body,

"If I ever hear you putting yourself down again, I will fuck you senseless until you only believe the words I say." You moaned softly at his words; his hands took the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head; then he unclipped your pretty black bra, sliding the straps off, and watched as it fell to the floor before he lifted his eyes back to yours.

"Do you understand?" You nodded; Kylo gripped your chin firmly, asking the question again.

"Do. You. Understand?"

"Y-Yes, Sir."

Pleased with your response, he let go of your face and took one of your breasts in his grasp; he smirked at you before he leaned down, taking it into his warm mouth, licking and sucking sweetly, eliciting loud, shaky moans from you. He let it fall from his lips with a soft pop. He lifted his head and kissed you deeply, dominating you with his tongue. His hands groped your chest, and he rolled your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, drinking your moans and whimpers.

 He pulled away from the kiss, releasing your wrists from the force; they draped tiredly over his shoulders. His hands left your breasts, sliding down over your stomach, finding their places on your hips.

"I wish you could love yourself as much as I do." He kissed you, squeezing your hips as he lifted you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carried you to the bed, kissing your neck as he laid you down; his kisses trailed down from there.

When he reached your belly, he smiled up at you, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants.

"Guess I will just have to teach you how."

[trashpandafiction]

Thank You - One Shot

Summary: (#30 on this prompt list. ) A rainy day with your roommate and best friend, Adam, turns into a bit more. Pairings: Adam Sackler x Reader Word Count: 1,250 A/N: I am terrible at summaries. This is purely self-indulgent because I am trash for Adam Driver and wanted to write something involving him.

Please do not repost or redistribute my work! Reblogs are welcome!

It had been pouring rain all day, so your plans to go shopping sounded less fun than they had when you made them. Instead, you threw on your favorite pair of joggers and a long-sleeve shirt that you stole from your roommate and best friend, Adam. Your plan was to order delivery, watch your favorite guilty pleasure shows, and maybe do something creative, but you’d only do it from the comfort of the couch.

          You had gotten situated on the large sectional and just grabbed the remote when you heard the front door opening, followed by a groan. Looking over, you saw Adam in a soaking wet jacket, his hair dripping, and a plastic bag in each of his hands.

          “Why didn’t you drive?” you asked him.

          “I did. This was just from the trip from my car into the building.” he replied, kicking his shoes off.

          “Why don’t you go get changed? I’ll put your clothes in the dryer.” You said, standing up from the couch.

          He set the bags he was holding on the counter and shrugged out of his jacket and jeans, right in the entryway. “Don’t look in those bags yet.” He said before going down the hall to the bathroom.

          “Noted.” You chuckled softly as you grabbed his discarded clothes and headed to the laundry room to get them in the dryer.

          Adam came behind you and put his jeans and shirt inside the dryer with his other clothes and a towel. “Have you eaten?”

          “Not yet, I was thinking about ordering something.” You replied, getting the dryer started. “What are you hungry for?”

          “Order whatever you want. Pizza?” he replied, slowly walking backwards out of the room.

          “Pizza’s good.” You nodded, following him out of the room.

          You followed him into the living room and sat back down on the couch, grabbing your phone so you could order pizza. It came about forty-five minutes later, and you both ate while watching a rerun of Law and Order. After you both cleaned everything up, Adam grabbed the bag from the counter and brought it over to the coffee table. He set it down and sat next to you, gesturing to the bag.

          “What?” you asked.

          “Open it.” He said.

          You looked at the bag and then back at him. “Is it gonna jump out at me or something?”

          “No, nothing like that, just open it.” He shook his head.

          You leaned forward and opened the bag, looking inside carefully. You pulled out adult coloring books, markers, colored pencils, and crayons. Then you pulled out your favorite snacks and two puzzles. “What’s all this for?” you asked, turning to look at him.

          “I know you said you were supposed to shop, but I know that whenever it pours like this, you like to stay home.” He shrugged.

          “Adam, you didn’t have to get me all of this.” You smiled.

          “I know. Technically it’s not all for you though, I already claimed this one.” He said, grabbing one of the coloring books.

          You watched him as he moved to the floor between the couch and the coffee table, wasting no time opening the markers and pencils. “You’re staying home on a Saturday night to color with me and do puzzles?”

          “Why’s that so hard to believe?” he asked and looked up at you. “Come on.”

          You smiled, shaking your head as you moved to sit next to him. “Adam, this is…thank you.” You nudged his arm gently.

          “You’re welcome.” He said and nudged you back.

          The two of you colored before switching to the sketchbook and trying to draw the strangest monster you could both come up with. While you did so, you chatted about a little bit of everything, joking, and discussing deeper topics. After finishing a page in your coloring book, you leaned back and watched him, he was taking his time with a drawing, and you couldn’t help but smile.

          He looked over at the pile of markers and noticed you watching him, so he looked at you. “What?”

          “Nothing.” You shrugged. “This just means a lot to me. I know it’s not a huge thing, but it still means a lot.”

          “Well, you mean a lot to me so making you happy is a mutually good time.” He said and picked up a marker.

          It caught you off guard. You both were close, and you were sure there were mutual feelings between you two, but neither of you acted on it. “You mean a lot to me too, Adam, and I love you.” You smiled.

          “I love you too.” He said and began coloring another spot on his coloring page.

          “I’m gonna find a way to pay you back for this, you know.” You said and started coloring a spot on your coloring page.

          “You already have.” He shrugged.

          “How?” you asked and looked over at him. You both did plenty for each other, that’s what friends did. He watched terrible horror movies with you, you took him to auditions and listened to his rants when they didn’t go well. Neither of you felt obligated to, you just did it. But this seemed like a special circumstance.

          “I had nothing to live for, but then you came into my life. So, thank you.” He deadpanned, looking at the markers to pick another one.

          You looked at him and smiled some. “Yeah right.” He said it so nonchalantly, you thought he was joking. “Are you serious?”

          “Yeah.” He said and looked over at you.

          He wasn’t joking about this. “Adam…”

          “I’m serious.” He said.

          You didn’t know what to say to him, so you pushed the coffee table back gently and knelt in front of him. “You never told me that.”

          “Well, I didn’t know how you’d feel about how I feel about you.” He shrugged.

          “What if I felt the same way about you?” You asked softly.

          He looked up at you, tapping a marker against your knee gently. “How do we feel?”

          “Like there’s something more than friendship here.” You said. Maybe it was the cozy feeling of the night, or maybe it was him being vulnerable with you, but it felt like the time to get everything out in the open. “Is that how you feel?”

          He sat up and put his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb running along your jaw. “I don’t have arts and crafts night with just anyone.”

          You smiled and leaned into his touch. “Aren’t I special?” you teased.

          “I guess.” He teased back.

          “Is this gonna make things different between us?” you asked him, your hands resting on his chest.

          “I hope so.” He nodded, leaning in slowly.

          “Me too.” You whispered, leaning in to close the space between you.

          He pressed his lips against yours, his hand moving to the back of your neck to bring you closer to him. You moved your hand to his collar, holding it gently as you kissed him back. It was like a weight had been lifted between you.

          You broke the kiss slowly to take a breath, smiling as he kissed along your jaw. “Thank you.”

          “For what?” he asked and looked up at you, his free hand moving to rest on your hip.

          You didn’t know how to put your feelings into words. “Everything.”

          He nodded and kissed you gently. “Thank you, too.” He kissed you again and then looked up at you. “I’m still gonna win our monster drawing contest.” He grinned.

[baby-walsh]

Which Adam Driver characters can find the clit with little to no explanation, a non comprehensive* list by Zo. Because I'm Feeling Some Type Of Way™

*Based on the media I've seen, in no particular order

Adam Sackler (Girls): Yes but chooses not to cause he's selfish

Kylo Ren (Star Wars): will show off the first few times but eventually stops citing that his work is too important for more than quickies.

Jacques Le Gris (The Last Duel): Can he find it? Yes. Does he care? No.

Jack Gladney (White Noise): Yes, yes, yes. The man would worship you.

Philip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You): Considering his preoccupation with MILFs I'd say yes. They taught him well.

Flip Zimmerman (BlacKkKlansmen): 50/50

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story): Selfish. You have to work with him.

[ladyinwriting18]

You're On Your Own, Kid (Adam Sackler x You)

Summary: Having Adam Sackler as a neighbor and best friend has it's perk. Especially when you need a shoulder to cry on.

Words: 2,122

Warnings: No sexual warnings! Nothing but best friends being there for one another who have some hidden feelings for one another. Author's Note: This is my first ever Adam Sackler one-shot! The idea for this was heavily inspired by Taylor Swifts new song "You're On Your Own, Kid". After hearing the song ONCE I couldn't get this idea out of my head so were we go. Hope everyone enjoys!

You knock on the door of his apartment with tears streaming down your face. You hadn’t bothered to call or text. Adam hates technology. If he was free to talk he’d answer his front door and invite you in and if he wasn’t you’d wander the streets floundering in your sadness. Adam Sackler has been your next store neighbor for a year now. He was the first person in the building to be nice to you. You could clearly remember your move in date. All those heavy boxes. No one had offered to help. No one except Adam.

His help had been invaluable and as a reward you had ordered pizza that you both ate on your living room floor and got to know one another. You were fast friends after that. In the grand scheme of things, a year isn’t a long time to truly know someone, but when it comes to your friendship with Adam it feels like a lifetime. You both rely on one another more than most neighbors. Each of you have developed a habit of just showing up at one another’s apartment when in crisis or facing things like boredom. It’s hard not to when you live down the hall from one another. The two of you turn to each other for just about anything. Adam needing to run lines for an audition? You were there. Your job stressing you out? He was there. Adam dealing with his unresolved feelings for Hanna? You were there. You getting into an argument with a friend? He was there. Adam spiraling about feeling like a failure and ultimately his sobriety? You were there. You crying over a breakup? He was there Adam wanting to go out and eat Chinese food at 2AM? You were definitely there. 

Truthfully, you’re thankful for his presence in your life.  Adam might be a big goofball and a horndog but deep down he has a kind heart that he tries to hide from most people. It’s a fact you relish in because it makes you feel closer to him than any other.

You were one another’s confidants and told each other things that you didn’t dare tell another living soul.

That’s why you find yourself at his door, because right now all you need is your friend.

A moment later the door opens to reveal the hulking form of your neighbor. He’s dressed down in a simple olive green t-shirt and jeans. All while holding a freakishly large sandwich.

“Holy fuck I was just thinking about you! I just made the most banging sandwich. You gotta take a bite.”

Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze and that’s when he sees your tear stained cheeks.

“Shit.” Adam curses under his breath, turning away for half a second to place his sandwich down somewhere before turning back and ushering you into his place with a hand on your upper back. “Everything is going to be alright, kid. You just go make yourself comfortable on the couch.”

You do as you're told, knowing the drill well enough by now. Any second now he was going to offer you food. To Adam, food cured any ailment. You’d smile at how adorable that is if you didn’t feel so exhausted from crying.

You sit down on the couch with a sigh and pray the thing just swallows you whole.

“Can I get you anything? Food, water, a pillow?”

You shake your head while more tears escape. Your eyes meet his deep brown ones and let your words tumble out.

“I-I just need my friend.”  His features soften. He looks as if he’d give you the world if you asked for it. Without another word he comes to sit down beside you on the couch. His arm comes around you, letting you lean against him while he strokes your arm. For a few minutes, neither one of you speaks. You simply soak up the comfort being offered to you. It’s only once some of your tension dissipates that Adam speaks again. “What happened, kid? Why are you crying?” “It’s stupid.” You huff at yourself in annoyance and feverishly swipe at your tears. Just because Adam had seen you cry before didn’t make being this vulnerable any easier. You feel the tip of his nose pressing into your scalp, as if he’s trying to stop himself from smelling your hair. “Tell me anyway?” His voice is a low whisper. You do your best to suppress the shiver it triggers. Adam might be your friend but that doesn’t make him any less attractive. Determined to not be railroaded by his strong body and pretty face you sit up slightly. It gives you enough personal space to think clearly. “It’s just a build up of things. You know? Disappointments.” He chuckles in agreement, “I can say I’ve absolutely had my share of those. What’s been disappointing you?” “More like who.” You angrily mutter. “Alright then. Who’s disappointing you?” You can hear the grin in his tone without even looking at him. He’s always found your anger adorable. As infuriating as that is, it isn’t what’s important now. You came here to vent. You came here to unload so for even a few minutes this burden wasn’t yours to carry. 

Your shoulders slump in defeat. You’re suddenly too exhausted to be your normally fiery self. “A lot of people….But I guess mostly myself.” “I’m not sure I understand?” You try your best to piece your thought process together into words. It isn’t an easy task but somehow you manage. “I’m disappointed in myself because I give people too much power over me. I love too hard….care too deeply. People keep taking advantage of that and I….let them.” You choke, the words getting caught in your throat. Adam shushes you and softly prompts you to take your time. You nod, giving yourself a moment to take a few deep breaths. When you feel capable you try again to continue. “I once read somewhere that what you give power to has power over you. I think that’s my problem. I let people into my life, I love them, encourage them, give them my time and they revel in it until they move onto better things. It’s draining! I’m tired of my self worth being determined by how other people treat me!” The volume of your voice picks up a notch. Your sadness turns into bitterness that tastes like lemon rinds on your tongue. “Rationally I know that when people treat you shitty it’s not a reflection on you but it’s so hard to not blame myself. My brain automatically tells me if I was a better friend, a prettier girlfriend, a more motivated worker none of this would happen!” You swipe your arm across your face, determined to not drip snot on top of crying. You didn’t need to be gross and pathetic. Adam takes this moment to interject with a question. “Are we talking about a specific person?” You shake your head. “No, just noticing a pattern of behavior. People keep waltzing in and out of my life like it’s no big deal. As if I had no meaning to them in the first place and I’m sick. of. it.” 

Each of your words is punctuated with anger. So much so that a quiet hush falls. The only sounds come from the busy Manhattan streets below. Somewhere in the distance a car horn is blown, a group of friends loudly laughs, a dog barks at a jogger.

These noises don’t phase either of you. The sounds of the city are so much a part of your everyday life that they have no chance in snatching your attention.

But Adam’s next choice of words can.

“You’re on your own, kid. You always have been.”

You roll your eyes so hard it’s a wonder that they don’t get trapped inside your skull. “Yeah thanks Adam. That’s exactly what I need to hear right now.”

Your sarcasm drips like maple syrup down the side of a pancake stack.

Adam lightly nudges your ribs with his elbow.

“I don’t mean it like that. I mean that you’re the only one that you can truly count on. Yeah you’ve got friends and family who care about you, but in the end it’s your strength that has to carry you through.”

Goddamn him and his random insightful advice.

“But what if I’m not strong enough? What if I can’t keep this up anymore?”

The emotions begin to take over and make your eyes glassy with fresh tears.

Something tugs at your chin and turns it towards Adam. You quickly realize it’s his hand gently cupping your chin so you’re looking him in the eye.

“Of course you’re strong enough. You’ve gotten through all your past bad days, haven’t you? You did that. Not anyone else.”

You gape at him, having no clue how to respond because he’s right. Even when loved ones give you support it’s you that chooses to take that support and keep pushing forward. You lean into his touch, wanting the warmth of it to sear into your flesh.  “I-it’s really hard.” Your voice cracks. It’s too difficult to keep it all in check right now. His brows pull together, the empathy evident on his face. “I know it is, kid. But if anyone believes in you, it sure as hell is me.” “Adam…..” You breathe out his name as tremendous emotion grips your heart. Your eyes flick from his lips to his eyes. When did the two of you move closer in? Now there were only inches separating your mouths. You forget why you came here and what you were upset about. It all dissipates because the man besides you makes it all seem meaningless. Why couldn’t more people in your life be like him? Especially the men. If any of the guys you dated cared even just a fraction of the way Adam did then your love life would look a lot different. Some part of you murmurs out a question. What would it be like to kiss him? “Maybe you should focus on the people and relationships that don’t make you doubt what you mean to them?” You nod your head and simultaneously straighten your spine. He’s being sensible and it snaps you back to reality. The one where you and Adam are only friends. Given half the chance you know you would want more but the thought of ruining the safety you had found just down the hall from you is terrifying. You couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t lose your best friend. “And it’s also important that you stand on your own two feet.”

Oh shit, was he still talking?

You give him your full attention, nodding along as he continues. He also resituates his position, sitting forward so his forearms rest atop his knees.

“You’ve got a good head on your shoulders and you clearly take care of yourself, your home, your responsibilities but I think you’re right about not letting these douchebags affect you so much.” He turns his head to look at you, wanting to make sure his words were sinking in.

“If they don’t value you then fuck ‘em. They don’t deserve a place in your life anyway. The right people are already here for you.”

You guessed he was right but…..

“So….what? I’m supposed to just not let anyone new into my life?”

He chuckles, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle in amusement.

“No you goof. I’m telling you to live your life. Make new friends, go out and have fun, kiss lots of guys or girls, travel, do things out of your comfort zone. Take each moment and really enjoy it but don’t be afraid when disappointment comes or when people walk away.”

He leans back, finds your hand resting on your knee and places his hand over it. He laces your fingers together and reassuringly squeezes.

“You’ve got no reason to be afraid. No matter what you gain or lose, is still a step forward.”

You squeeze his hand in return and offer him a smile. And as much as some part of you still longs to know what being loved by him would feel like—you realize that here and now is you.

For healing.

For self improvement.

For happiness.

For selfishly taking care of you and you only.

Maybe one day time would be on your side. Maybe one day you’d both be ready for something more.

But for now, it was enough to be holding your best friend’s hand in his cluttered mancave of an apartment.

“Thank you, Adam.”

He grins, his uneven teeth poking through. “Anytime, kid.” 

[inklore]

YA GIRL HASN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING SINCE OCTOBER!! WTF!!

so this little sleepover is to change that but also welcome ya girl back from her very long very needed hiatus. so let's hope this doesn't flop and let's hope the whore is still in your girl enough to write some sheet gripping fics for you babes.

lets go over the rules:

no minors, ya'll aren't allowed on my blog let alone interacting with my things but i feel the need to put a reminder.

when you send a prompt for a drabble please don't just include the number, include the dialogue, it's much appreciated.

you don't have to be following me, we don't have to be mutuals, anyone can send something in, all are welcome.

there is no start or end date, when i post this you can send something in, and it ends when i run out of asks to answer.

the amount of stuff you can send in is limitless so go wild babes.

DRABBLES — send in prompts from this post, this post, or this post, for any of the characters down below and i'll whip ya up something good.

GAMES — fuck / marry / kiss, would you rather, this or that, send me something from this post, send me a kink and i'll rate it, headcanon things.

GRAPHICS — divider requests, dni + reblog banners.

MUTUALS ONLY — send me a little heart, of any color, and i'll write you a letter.

ETC — get personal and ask me random questions, advice, send me a secret, go gaga over your recent hyperfixation, literally all asks are welcome!

characters applicable for drabbles:

pedro verse — joel miller, frankie morales, javi gutierrez

oscar verse — marc spector, poe dameron, santiago garcia

top gun — jake seresin, bradley bradshaw, javy machado

driver verse — adam sackler, ben solo, flip zimmerman

etc — villanelle, roman godfrey, colin bridgerton, oliver quick, farleigh start, jordan li

if you have any questions or inquires about other characters, this lil celebration as a whole, please shoot ya girl a message 💗

[dweemeister]

Whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I.

Born to a turbulent family on a Mississippi farm, James Earl Jones passed away today. He was ninety-three years old. Abandoned by his parents as a child and raised by a racist grandmother (although he later reconciled with his actor father and performed alongside him as an adult), the trauma of his childhood developed into a stutter that followed him through his primary school years – sometimes, his stutter was so debilitating, he could not speak at all. In high school, Jones found in an English teacher someone who found in him a talent for written expression, and encouraged him to write and recite poetry in class. He overcame his stutter by graduation, although the effects of it carried over for the remainder of his life.

Jones' most accomplished roles may have been on the Broadway stage, where he won three Tonys (twice winning Best Actor in a Play for originating the lead roles in 1969's The Great White Hope by Howard Sackler and 1987's Fences by August Wilson) and was considered one of the best Shakespearean actors of his time.

But his contributions to cinema left an impact on audiences, too. Jones received an Honorary Academy Award alongside makeup artist Dick Smith (1972's The Godfather, 1984's Amadeus) in 2011. From the end of Hollywood's Golden Age to the dawn of the summer Hollywood blockbuster in the 1970s to the present, Jones' presence – and his basso profundo voice – could scarcely be ignored. Though he could not sing like Paul Robeson nor had the looks of Sidney Poitier, his presence and command put him in league of both of his acting predecessors.

Ten of the films James Earl Jones appeared in, whether in-person or voice acting, follow (left-right, descending):

Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) – directed by Stanley Kubrick; also starring Peter Sellers, George C. Scott, Sterling Hayden, Keenan Wynn, and Slim Pickens

The Great White Hope (1970) – directed by Martin Ritt; also starring Jane Alexander, Chester Morris, Hal Holbrook Beah Richards, and Moses Gunn

Star Wars saga (1977-2019; A New Hope pictured) – multiple directors, as the voice of Darth Vader, also starring Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher, Peter Cushing, Alec Guinness, Billy Dee Williams, Anthony Daniels, David Prowse, Kenny Baker, Peter Mayhew, and Frank Oz

Claudine (1974) – directed by John Berry; also starring Diahann Carroll, Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs, and Tamu Blackwell

Conan the Barbarian (1982) – directed by John Milius; also starring Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sandahl Bergman, Ben Davidson, Cassandra Gaviola, Gerry Lopez, Mako, Valerie Quennessen, William Smith, and Max von Sydow

Coming to America series (1988 and 2021; original pictured) – multiple directors; also starring Eddie Murphy, Arsenio Hall, John Amos, Madge Sinclair, Shari Headley, Jermaine Fowler, Leslie Jones, Tracy Morgan, and KiKi Layne

The Hunt for Red October (1990) – directed by John McTiernan; also starring Sean Connery, Alec Baldwin, Scott Glenn, and Sam Neill

The Sandlot (1993) – directed by David Mickey Evans; also staring Tom Guiry, Mike Vitar, Patrick Renna, Chauncey Leopardi, Marty York, Brandon Adams, Grant Gelt, Shane Obedzinski, Victor DiMattia, Denis Leary, and Karen Allen

The Lion King (1994) – directed by Roger Allers and Rob Minkoff, as the voice of Mufasa; also starring Jonathan Taylor Thomas, Matthew Broderick, Jeremy Irons, Moira Kelly, Niketa Calame, Ernie Sabella, Nathan Lane, and Robert Guillaume, Rowan Atkinson, Whoopi Goldberg, Cheech Marin, Jim Cummings, and Madge Sinclair

Field of Dreams (1989) – directed by Phil Alden Robinson; also starring Kevin Costner, Amy Madigan, Ray Liotta, and Burt Lancaster

[ariadnejoly]

I unapologetically love Girls

Yes, I'm bi, 😝 But I also love Girls, the comedy-drama series. The general opinion I see online is: most people can't stand to watch it. It's cringe. It makes them uncomfortable. For one reason or another, many haven't watched it. I would like to share my love for the show and what it means to me.

The glory of Adam Driver. Getting the obvious out of the way. He has always been gifted, this man who evokes such a raw and vulnerable edge. He is compelling, point blank, and this show acts as a long form story where he not only stuck around as one of the ensemble cast, but his character's evolution over the entire six seasons is a beautiful and subtle performance. I remember being surprised and delighted that Dunham didn't write out his character after a breakup, as they might do on say, Sex and the City. Adam Sackler hung around and became a core member of the group. Everyone else noticed his talent too, which is why Kathleen Kennedy snapped him up to play Kylo Ren in Star Wars. Girls gave me Adam Driver and I felt right at home in Star Wars with him. He's given his all to everything he's ever done. He is the actor of our generation. And he didn't get his breakthrough on the stage, or his episode of Law and Order. It was on Girls. But I don't need to brag. Just watch the show to see the absolutely feral and filthy fuckboi he starts out as. Watching it purely for Adam Driver will be worth it, and you might just end up liking other parts of the show, too.

It subverted my expectations constantly. And that's a good thing! People (me included) expected this new, anticipated show to be the Millennial Sex and the City. And I mean, there is sex, and there is Brooklyn, but this show goes in all different directions AND keeps up with male characters. See point 1 above. Adam, Elijah, Ray, and even dear, dysfunctional Desi round out the ensemble cast of women. As a long-time fan of Sex and the City, that show uses the Kens as ornaments, only utilized for sex and jokes, and breakups. The women don't talk about anything but the men they're dating. And guess what? That's fine! It is what it is. And I fuggin love that show --it was so formative for my 17 year old self. But then my 22 year old self watched the first season of Girls and was blown away by the way Dunham and the other creatives firmly planted their heels as an entirely different show that was not to be compared to anything that came before. These characters are complicated and deeply flawed. And at many times, unlikeable. But the writing is good. There's always one or two "bottle" episodes per season where characters are on a trip back to their hometown (season 1, episode 6), or the absolutely heartwrenching Marnie adventure in season 5 episode 6. I have many more examples I could give (Honorable mention to season 3 episode 9!). These episodes reveal another layer of complexity to each character in a way that feels lived in, possible, real. There's specificity and sharp wit. Characters often have a turbulent epiphany about their life in these bottle episodes, one that's usually scary to admit and confront. One of my favorite episodes is Hello Kitty (season 5 episode 7). It has so many moving parts, the play in the apartment building, the horrifying true story the play is based on...and yet that episode is so fun to watch. Beautifully written and directed. It has stayed deeply rooted in my mind as a piece of magic. This show has plot lines that are controversial and will absolutely divide people. It's not so middle of the road that it's blah, that’s for sure. It's irreverent and at times, utterly troubling. It makes you question your own character a little deeper. And that's why I keep coming back to study the show again and again.

Girls made me uncomfortable and cringe the first time I watched it. I was indeed like all the rest of the critics, appalled at Lena Dunham's flagrant nudity (I was from a Mormon town and had recently escaped the cult myself). Lena's body looked different than that one, victoria's secret model-type that we are all familiar with. Dunham's lack of shame horrified me and intrigued me. It tickled some deep part of my brain that yearned for the same liberation. But more than that, it was the scary way I related to the character within the first three episodes. Hannah is an aspiring writer who's 'bigger' than her friends. She hopes to be the voice of a generation. She wants to write a memoir. She’s just unkempt enough that no one takes her seriously. I was slack jawed after the pilot. I'd been watching myself on screen, for what felt like the first time ever. I staggered away from the tv and the episode rolled around in my brain, until a week went by and it was time for another episode. I'd just undergone a LEEP procedure to remove pre-cancerous cells from my cervix because I'd contracted HPV. Then episode 3 was about Hannah tracking down the boy who gave her HPV. Only to find out the ex she hooked up with that one time is gay. And yet again, it was like Lena Dunham was writing my life. Dating the gay boy who's a musical theatre aficionado? Yep. Me, Hannah, and Lady Bird. Hannah Horvath's life diverged from mine with every subsequent episode, but come on. If you were me, you would have been hooked too. Each season, no matter how batshit any character was, no matter what they did, I tuned in. And even though I was outraged when Hannah quit safe, secure jobs, like GQ (that allowed her to interview Patti LuPone!), it was really just me projecting my own money concerns. And when I cringed at her nude body, it was really just my own fatphobia and insecurity that I am still unlearning to this day. The writers of the show decided to make the characters self-sabotage in order to create comedy and drama. Hannah doesn't conform or stay quiet or people please to survive, like I had to. Watching Hannah and the girls became more of a “what not to do.” Back then I was comforted that while life was hard, at least I wasn't fucking up as badly as Hannah Horvath. Now I can laugh at the silliness and hijinks. It's all just good, fictional fun when you're past the poverty and crippling self-doubt of your twenties.

My thoughts on my body (and Hannah Horvath's) have changed. And that's the best thing of all. I rewatched Girls in 2022, a ten-year anniversary sort of thing. Wow. I saw it with different eyes. The eyes of someone older, wiser, happier. I watched it as a 32 year old, two years into my healing journey with my mind, body, and with food. And I see Girls in a new way. I see Hannah's body. It's straight out of Renaissance portraits. She is beautiful because she is real. I am also beautiful, and real. And so are you. Our bodies allow us to do and experience so many things. I'm grateful for the one I have. The culture in the 2010's was absolutely fat-shaming and misogynistic. When Dunham did press interviews, she deserved to be asked about her writing and directing, not why she was nude. And even when I wasn't ready to see Dunham's body (because I was still living in the fantasy that if I just did the next diet, I could finally be thin and look like the girls in the media), I am so glad Lena showed her real body and now that shit is immortalized in the Library of Congress. Good for her.

Girls shows some hard realities, for worse or better. The girls don't make lifelong vows to always remain friends. It's not a soulmate, forever Sunday brunch kinda thing. In fact, the show distances them all from one another over the last few seasons and at the end, gives them a sendoff in which they agree to float away from each other, more or less. And that's the true reality of some friendships, especially in your twenties. People will come and go throughout all of your life. It's a certainty. This show was creatively driven by a 24 year old woman, who was showing us the reality of adult life as a young person in a deeply corrupt, capitalistic system. A shitty recession where being an unpaid intern is legal. Getting felt up by your boss is tolerated by women in the office for the sake of financial security. Not eating to save money, hoping that boy texts you back, licking Cool Whip from the back of the spoon, avoiding the reality of your student loans. C'est la vie.

[c0ffinshit]

Our Own Meet-Cute (Adam Sackler x Reader)

A/N: i had the best time writing this and i hope y’all enjoy as much as i did. warning, its cheesy AND corny as hell. sidenote, i have a side project i’m working on that’s a bit different... but you’ll love it (trust me)

word count: 1,145

warnings:  fluff, drunk fun, reader is a huge drunk bitch, adam is giving daddy vibes

Last night, Jesus, what could I say without self-censoring myself? I went out again, unsurprisingly, with a few of my girlfriends. Maybe the quarantine was starting to get to me. Honestly, I was beginning to go a little stir-crazy after having to do work on a computer. It's worse when you know that my boyfriend of five years broke up with me before I went out with my friends. And on Valentine’s Day, too, he sent me a texting saying that we needed to break up because I wanted to meet his parents. Sure, Hannah tried to comfort me as I basically whined and bitched the whole night. But she failed at that as I would cry harder into my drink, whaling about how much I would miss him. We left the club after about twenty minutes of being in there. I was having the worst night of my life, and then Hannah told me she had the perfect guy for me as my rebound.

"Who do I look like, Scott motherfucking Pilgrim?" I stepped over my own feet as we walked to what I assumed was his apartment. "I don’t need some stupid younger guy to suck my clit to make me feel better. I want a man, Hannah."

"Jesus, you are drunk." She said under her breath as she helped me up some stairs.

I will say this: I wasn’t wrong in saying what I wanted. Boyfriends and girlfriends would come, go, and some never even returned. I couldn’t tell if it was a ‘me’ problem or a ‘them’ issue. I may be a self-centered dipshit, but at least I can admit that. Hannah, bless her heart, continued to help me up the stairs and onto the man's front door. She knocks on the door gently, still propping me up with her body.

"Is this the man of my dream’s front door? It looks like shit-" I begin to bitch again when I finally get a glim of the man.

"Hey, Hannah." The man said, his forearm resting against the door frame. His dark hair fell neatly on his broad shoulders. He loomed over us much like a redwood tree in a forest would. Hannah gave him a look, I couldn’t tell what it was trying to say, but I knew it was like: Take care of her, or I will cut you.

The man takes me in, wrapping my arm behind his neck. We walk into his apartment, well he dragged me, but that’s close to walking. He threw me into his bed and walked into his kitchen.

"And who are you, kind stranger?" I slurred out, my body squirming around on his bed.

The man did not reply. I thought to yell out my question again, but the softness of his bed kept me distracted. It smelled of old sweat, which felt oddly comforting. The man walks back into the room. As he walked back in, I noticed a bottle of Gatorade in his claw hand. I begin to sit up, but I fumble slightly.

"Hey, kid… it's the only Gatorade I have. So, drink up." He said in a soft, parental-like voice.

He hands me the blue Gatorade, electric blue. I take it gingerly, praying that he won’t drug me.

"I’m Adam." Adam said, sitting down next to me. That name… rings a bell.

"Aren’t you that guy Hannah’s  fucking?" I said bluntly, struggling to open the cap in my drunken state.

Surprisingly, Adam isn’t phased by my question and replies: "Yeah, how did you know? Are you and her friends or something?"

I nod, and Adam takes the bottle from my hands, opening it for me.

"I could’ve done it myself." I mumble to myself.

I silently drank the Gatorade as Adam’s eyes encouraged me to keep going. Adam’s body had this energy to it. I couldn’t explain it.

"Does Hannah talk about me often with you? I don’t care if she does, but I’m curious."

Hannah, in my drunken state of mind, was annoying. She was overbearing and cared more about how she felt in a given situation instead of the other people affected. And Hannah was never home, even when Hannah told us that she would be. But Hannah is my best friend. At least, I thought she was my best friend. I couldn’t stand her because she would always be out with Adam or at work. But that night, I understood why.

"Yeah. I mean, not a lot, but enough."

Adam places his hand near mine. He was taking an interest in me. At least, that is what I thought. Maybe he was trying to sober me up so he could sleep with me. From what Hannah told me, that wouldn’t be a shocker. I move my pinky slightly, slowly moving to his claw. Maybe this was our moment, our own meet cute. I didn’t have to drop anything either; all I had to do was get drunk and go out with a friend I hated. Adam felt nice to be around.

"A part of me wants to stay like this… just us." I thought aloud.

Adam looked at me for what felt like the first time. It didn’t feel forced or sappy; it felt like us in a moment together.

"Why do you say that?" He said, replying to my thought.

"I don’t know," I snapped, "it just feels right. It feels fucking good."

He looks back to the floor, debating whether or not to get up from his seat on the bed.

"Don’t," I whispered.

My body started to sober up, thinking a lot clearer. I knew that Hannah must’ve not been thinking clearly. She just wanted to drop me off. So she could hang out with her other friends. I wanted to feel betrayed and upset, but I couldn’t help but enjoy my time with him. Sure, we haven’t spoken with each other, but something drew me to him.

"Do you want to hear something?" Adam asked, looking back over at me.

Next, I did something that I’m not quite sure I regret. It happened so quickly that the moment it was over, neither of us didn’t have time to react to it. I got closer to Adam and suddenly gained confidence that only drunk me had.

"Yeah." I whisper, trying to be seductive.

Adam didn’t seem to pick up on my seduction. Looking at me blankly, he cocked his head to the side.

"Okay, this lady who stays outside my apartment—Hannah might have seen her when dragging you in. She’s the one with the long black hair and the purse. So the other day-"

He went on like that for fifteen minutes. The story wasn’t funny or exciting, but his speaking made it sound like the most vivid story. It felt like I could listen to him for hours. But I didn’t.

[ulltraviolences]

REQUEST GUIDELINES!

pretty pls do not send me a request that has already been sent to another writer!

do’s :)

sub/dom dynamics, cnc, stepcest, knifeplay, gunplay, mommy kink, daddy kink, threesomes, non con/dub con, poly relationships, yandere/dark characters, dumbification (if you have any other questions ask in my inbox!)

do not :(

ageplay, ddlg, real people, incest, domestic violence, anal play of any kind, pegging, extreme bdsm, scat, pedophilia, homophobia, substance abuse

characters I am currently writing for: coriolanus snow, tigris snow, lucy gray baird, & sejanus plinth

Other Series:

stranger things: robin buckley, steve harrington, eddie munson, & nancy wheeler

the hunger games: coriolanus snow, lucy gray baird, sejanus plinth, tigris snow, katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, haymitch abernathy, finnick odair, johanna mason, & effie trinket

mcu: steven grant/moonknight trio, layla el-faouly, peter parker (tom holland), peter parker (andrew garfield), michelle jones, spiderverse!gwen stacy, wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, carol danvers, yelena belova, matt murdock, valkyrie, loki laufeyson, sylvie laufeydottir, druig, makkari, eros/starfox

star wars: kylo ren + ben solo, anakin skywalker + darth vader, obi wan kenobi, padme amidala, leia organa, luke skywalker, din djarin, cassian andor, ahsoka tano, sabine wren, ezra bridger, shin hati

the last of us (tv + game version): ellie williams, abby anderson, joel miller

bottoms: hazel callahan, josie marks, pj waters

criminal minds: spencer reid, elle greenaway, emily prentiss

dc: mera, harley quinn, adrian chase, joker (heath ledger), joker (joaquin phoenix), batman (robert pattinson), selina kyle (zoe kravitz), jonathan crane

misc. characters: beth harmon, ethan landry, jules vaughn, narcos!javier peña, charlie barber, flip zimmerman, adam sackler, graham eaton, eleanor levetan

[cosmic-ships]

I am once again indecisive over what I should write - help? :3c

[juniperwoodwell]

Just a reminder that my requests are open for all the characters I have listed on my profile.

Please send any and all requests and I'll do my best to write them!

Ps: I will be adding 10 new characters to my master list tomorrow so stay tuned for that!

And yes I do have a tag list, DM me or comment below if you'd like to be added.

-Juni

[mrs-gucci]

mrs. g's sextember (sexy september)

hello lovely friends! welcome to my sextember event post :)

sextember itself will begin on friday, september 8th and will end on saturday, september 23rd (event duration: 2 weeks).

the requesting period for sextember will be open from friday, august 25th to friday, september 1st.

despite the requesting period being open before the beginning of sextember, all the pieces themselves will be released within the two week event period.

please let me know by either commenting on this post or leaving an ask in my inbox if you'd like to be tagged in the sextember event pieces. I won't be doing any character-specific taglists, it'll just be a general event taglist.

below the cut, I'm gonna be outlining all the characters and content that are acceptable for this event. this will serve as the "request FAQ" for sextember in particular, so if you're planning on requesting, please read the stuff below the cut or else you risk your request being deleted.

I’m so, super duper excited to write all your wonderful ideas and I can’t wait to read them all come friday!!

tagging a few friends for attention :) @babbushka @safarigirlsp @mrs-zimmerman @clydesfavoritegirl @mythrielofsolitude @rynwritesstuff

guidelines for sextember requests

the sextember "golden rule" - your request MUST include something autumn-themed (no halloween stuff). read more below on the types of things I'll accept as autumn-themed.

pairings: I only write female reader characters and heterosexual (M/F) relationships.

characters: Clyde Logan, Flip Zimmerman, Charlie Barber, Jacques Le Gris, Commander Mills, Adam Sackler (depends on request).

content: as the event title suggests, all pieces will contain smut in some capacity but there will be a variety of "intensity" in said smut and will have something for almost everyone.

the range of smut content could include...

heavy making out (making out w/ some touching), dry humping/grinding, handjobs & vaginal fingering, oral sex, p in v, kinky content.

my no-no's are...

rape (consensual noncon is okay). under 18. kinks involving extreme violence or brutalization. cheating (main characters cheating on one another). dd/lg. age play. pet play. pegging. strap-ons. male lingerie. anal play/sex. scat play. feeding kink. religious services, ceremonies, celebrations of any kind.

autumn-themed content: could involve an autumn setting (ie. a pumpkin patch, hayride, pumpkin carving, etc), an autumn item of some kind (ie apple cider, pumpkins, comfy sweaters, etc), and/or movie viewing (ie a spooky movie viewing). really, just something that’s autumnal in nature, I’m not super picky. just as long as it’s not something halloween, it’ll fit the event lol.

[kiss-me-muchoo]

first of all, i loved your enzo fic <3 second of all, if you could and wanted and had time to do it i'd love to read more enzo fics or matías recalt fics! and i loved the kylo ren one too, waiting for the second part!

love ya bye <3

Hi loveeee.

Today, I believe my Enzo fics are kind of cringey, I read them with my besties in Space in X and we were cackling nonstop. Anyhow, I might do some headcanons for the society of the snow cast, but I can’t promise anything.

Nonetheless, where I’m BEYOND active and saying nonsense about Enzo and the cast is on X, one of my threads about Enzo went viral. My username is @kissmemucho (like here o what a surprise) and I follow back everyoneeeeeeee🩷

And about the Kylo Ren fic, PART TWO IS COMING, along another mini series. I also NEED to write about Charlie Barber and Adam Sackler based on The Tortured Poets Department lol.

[myinconnelly1]

Nameless Need Pt. 1 - Hero

Word count: 739

Masterlist

Pairing: Adam Sackler x OFC (Selena Allen)

Warnings: Stalking, more warnings to come

A/N: This is my first time writing Adam Sackler, or for Adam Driver at all so please be gentle with me. I have a feeling Adam will feel kinda OOC, cause I've only seen a few episodes of the girls but hopefully you all enjoy anyway!

Summary: Selena 'Lena' Allen convinces her neighbor, Adam, to pretend to be her boyfriend so that a Stalker will leave her alone. Things get a little out of hand after that.

The thump at the stairs caught Adam’s attention while he was fishing his keys out of his pocket.  The woman that lived across the hall had dropped her grocery bag and her purse when she tripped running up the stairs.  Adam put his stuff down and walked over to her, grabbed her under the arm and helped stand her up.

“Help me,” She hissed as she put an arm on the shoulder and leaned into him.

“What?” He asked.

“He’s been following me since work,”  She gasped before speaking much louder, “God, you’re my hero, baby.”  Adam took only a second before he fell into character.  He dipped her low like he was dancing with her and grabbed her grocery bag as he nuzzled her neck.

“What would you do without me,”  He said chuckled at the same volume as her.

“Lena, sweets, you dropped you…. Oh,”  Said a man who had a jar in his hand as he walked up the stairs.  He stopped short when he saw Adam.

“Charlie, I didn’t see you.  I thought you were still at the hospital,”  She giggled as she let Adam right her and moved to put the large man between her and Charlie.

“Here let me take that,”  Adam offered his hand out to Charlie.

“Oh sure,”  Charlie said suspiciously.  “She can be such a klutz sometimes.  I’m sure you are constantly picking up after her.”

“Well it’s a nice view, so I don’t mind,”  Adam said.  He turned and handed the jar to Lena with a wink.  “Hey babe, why don’t you take your stuff inside and I come give you a massage,”

“Ok, don’t take too long, or I might start without you,”  Lena said coyly, before prancing as best as she could into her apartment.

“Charlie, right,”  Adam said as he turned to look back at the man who had followed his neighbor home from her job.  “Lena, hasn’t talked about you before, sorry.”  Charlie made a face of displeasure and that pleased Adam.  Typical stalker.

“Right, yeah, I work with her at the hospital.  Ya know, Lena said she had a boyfriend but none of us believed her.  You should come by some time as proof.  I mean unless it’s not that serious,” Charlie sneered.  He was trying to get a ruse out of Adam, but that was not going work.

“Oh it’s pretty serious,”  Adam said as he moved to go toward Lena’s door.  “See ya around Charlie,”  He didn’t bother looking back over his shoulder before walking into Lena’s apartment.

“Thanks,” She huffed as Adam closed the door behind himself.  “I’m Selena, by the way.  Everyone calls me Lena at work, though.”

“Adam,”  He introduced himself to her, letting himself look at her.  She had sandy hair pulled into a high ponytail, cute but also efficient, with her bangs hanging over in front of her grey eyes.  He also noticed that she was wearing scrubs.  “Do I need to take a shower in disinfectant?”  He asked lifting his hands and gesturing at her.

“What? Oh no you’re good.”  She laughed earnestly.  “Can I make you dinner, you know, to say thanks?”   She looked frazzled.

“I don’t need anything like that, he looked like a fucking creep.”  Adam said tossing his thumb over his shoulder.

“It’s just spaghetti, the least I can do for my ‘boyfriend’,”  She put little air quotes around boyfriend.

“Does he do that often?  Follow you home?”  Adam asked.  He couldn’t say why but between the cute way you shook your bangs out of your face, and the way his blood was boiling with anger toward Charlie, he didn’t want to move away from the front door.

“Uh no, this is the first time, at least the first time I’ve seen him, near my home,”  She started pulling her groceries out of the bag that Adam had rescued for her.  “I, uh, this is stupid but would you please stay for dinner.  I don’t want to be alone, I mean I just don’t feel safe, you know?”

“Okay, but I’m gonna wash dishes.”  Adam said finally taking a step toward her little kitchen island. 

“Thanks, I need to go change, make yourself comfortable.”  She gestured to some chairs she had by the island before walking away.

“So, you’re a doctor?”  Adam asked as he fell into the chair with a bit of a sigh.  What had he gotten himself into here?