#black adam imagine

[gatorbites-imagines]

What if i wrote Black Adam imagines... hmmm much to think about

[fandomnerd9602]

Cyclone: your fire powers are so cool!

Y/N: not as cool as yours!

Cyclone: I bet if you and I were to cross our power set, we’d create a fire-nado.

Y/N: this is that code for ‘wanna make out?’

Cyclone: I was hoping for more of a team up move. You know a special move that takes out all-

Y/N gives a smoldering eyebrow…

Cyclone: okay! You got me! Yes I wanna make out with you. Now!

Cyclone tackles Y/N to their couch…

[fannyspammy]

We’re Okay

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: y/n & Adam disagree for the first time

Warnings: none ! just fluff :)

A/N: fifth part to the Firsts series! Sorry it took me so long to get the next part up! Had a super busy week :/ If you haven’t read the previous parts yet, my masterlist is here! (Can be read as a oneshot tho!)

taglist: @spderm4nnnn @nocturnest @joeysjaskier

[not my gif]

Adam loved everything y/n loved. Half because she was the one who introduced him to most things, and half because y/n just had good taste.

He loved all the different food she introduced him to, the books, the movies, the music. You listened to just about anything — classic crooners, r&b, pop throwbacks, show tunes.. you name it! Naturally, Adam listened to just about anything as well, but his favourites always featured a strong guitar.

Y/n nodded her head to the beat as The Black Keys filled her ears. They were one of her favourite groups, and one of the few she’d seen perform live on Terra before finding herself in space.

She was stretched over the couch, feet up on the arm rest on the side farthest from her, singing softly along to Everlasting Light.

“In me you can confide.. When no ones by your side.. Let me be your everlasting light.”

Adam walked in, cold drink in hand. “What’ya listenin’ to?” Y/n removed one of her earbuds and held it out for him to take. She retracted her legs to allow him to sit, and he pulled them back over his lap once he was settled in his spot. Taking the earbud, Adam immediately recognized the song and nodded his head in approval. Placing his drink on the coffee table, he leaned back into the pillows behind him, and they sat in contentment, singing along and creating actions to lyrics.

As the song ended, the rhythmic intro to Howlin’ For You began. “Oh, I love this one!” Adam stated. “Dan Auerbach.. what a legend.”

Y/n agreed, retelling the time she saw him live in concert. “His guitar solos were insane. Definitely my favourite guitarist.”

“Second favourite, you mean,” Adam said, shrugging lightly. Y/n raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in question. “After Adrian Belew, right?”

“Oh, I mean, he’s great, but Auerbach is still my favourite.”

Adam stared at her like he couldn’t believe the words that just came out of her mouth.

“You’re joking right? Adrian Belew is the greatest of all time!”

Y/n shrugged. “I dunno, I love his stuff too, but I think I just prefer the blues-y rock vibes over a lot of Adrian’s experimental stuff.”

Adam’s mouth was slightly agape now. “Oh c’mon. Oh Daddy? Pretty Pink Rose? I mean, the man played with David Bowie!” He was sitting up now, sharp eyebrows furrowed in frustration and hands out with his palms up in a ‘what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about’ manner.

Y/n sat up too, sensing more tension than she thought was necessary for such a trivial topic. “Babe, chill. So I don’t think Adrian Belew is the greatest of all time, so what? Why is it such a big deal to you?”

The golden man stood up now, throwing his hands down to his sides as he did. Her legs slid off his lap as he walked away from the couch, pacing a few steps away before turning around to face her again.

“Why isn’t it a bigger deal to you? How can you not think he’s the greatest guitarist of all time? He’s so clearly unmatched!”

Y/n rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “Why is it so hard to accept that I prefer Auerbach’s style? I’m not saying Adrian isn’t great, it’s just personal preference! When it comes to the experimental stuff I can only listen in small doses. I prefer alternative. Why is that such a problem for you?”

“Because we always like the same things!” He shouted. Y/n was taken by surprise, eyebrows raised in shock before her expression softened into a more curious one. Adam sighed, rubbing his temple with his palm as he sat back down on the edge of the couch. “We… I always like everything you’ve shown me. Everything. I mean, I don’t think I’ve disagreed with you once since we met. What if it starts with this — I like Belew and you like Auerbach — and then it becomes other things? And then next thing you know we don’t agree on anything?”

Y/n stared at him intently as he explained himself. He looked like a sad puppy, eyes round and lips in a pout. She stifled a chuckle as she realized what he was saying. Leaning forward, knees bent up to her chest, she placed her hands on his thigh. He looked at where she touched him before looking into her eyes. “Adam, it’s okay for us to disagree!”

He looked at her sheepishly. “It is?”

“Yes, silly,” y/n smiled at him, amused. “It’s sweet that you’re concerned about us growing apart, but every couple disagrees on some things. And usually over more important things than who the best guitarist is.”

Adam relaxed and scooted closer, bringing his hands to rest on the back of her calves. His thumbs rubbed her shins gently. “So.. we’re okay then?”

Y/n smiled. “Yes, you idiot, we’re okay.”

Adam sighed in relief. He adjusted his position so he was resting his head on her knees, an arm hooked around her leg to hug it close to him. Y/n melted at the sight him — a powerful man who could single-handedly bring down an army, so soft and delicate with her.

She brought a hand to his head and stroked through his hair before placing a kiss on his forehead. He snuggled closer at her show of affection and y/n smiled once again.

“We’re okay.”

[tomhollandishot]

Naughty Girl

Hey guys! I just finished writing my first story! I did get a little bit lazy at the end but that was cause i didnt know what to write lol. It may not be the best but I really tried so give me feedback on how i did thanks!

18+ content minors stay away pls 🤍

I also never named the guy in this story so you can imagine whoever you want! Please send me more requests if you like this.

Word count: 900+

Pairing: Sub!Fem!Reader x Dom!Male!Character of Choice

Warnings: A little bit of a daddy kink, spanking, choking, roughness, manhandling, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), coming inside, pussy slapping (lmk if i missed anything).

If any of these things above bother you please DO NOT READ!

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You rubbed your hand up and down his thigh, eventually reaching his groin. Sticking your hands down his pants and rubbing his half hard cock. He shot you a glare. “You better start behaving yourself or else” he whispered in your ear, gripping your thigh tightly and trailing his fingers up in between your legs “or else what? You gonna spank me?” You said with a condescending tone. He stuck his hand further up your dress, “no panties? What a whore” he said. You leaned down and whispered in his ear, so close you were almost kissing him “ wanna come dance with me?” You asked in your sweetest voice “you haven’t been the nicest all night. You’re lucky i haven’t taken your ass home” he said, rolling his eyes. “Fine” you said with a huff, “i’ll just go find someone else to dance with”. You kissed him on the cheek and walked away, swaying your hips in a seductive way to get his attention. You walked up to a guy you knew he would be jealous of, nice hair, clear skin, fit body, perfect smile. You wanted to push his buttons and this was the perfect dude to do it with. “Hey” you said with a seductive smile. “Wanna dance?” You said as you grabbed his hand and started to dance with him. You wanted to make the dance as sexy as possible without cheating on him. You swayed your hips and let him grab onto your hips and shoulders. Not even ten minutes went by before he came up and grabbed you away from the dance floor. “I was having so much fun” you whined. “Yeah i bet you were”. He walked you to the car and forced you inside.

The drive home was long and silent. Every time you looked over at him he was gripping the steering wheel harder and harder. When you finally made it home he slowly pulled into the garage. “Kiss me” he said, when you leaned in to do so, he suddenly grabbed your throat and slammed you against the car door. “Go upstairs and be waiting for me, i want you on your knees, naked.” He grunted in your ear. “Yes daddy” you said with no hesitation. You rushed upstairs and stripped all of your clothes off. You got on your knees and waited for what seemed to be for hours. When he finally came in, he came up to you and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He looked at you intensely and walked past you into the closet. He was in there for a few minutes and came out with a belt. “Turn around and bend over” he said. You do as he says as quickly as possible. “Now, i want you to count how many i give you and if you mess up i’ll add 5 more. Okay?” He said rubbing your ass. You nod your head to show you understand, knowing that if you say another word it would piss him off more. Whack! “One” you say with a whimper. “Two!” “Three!”. You were shaking, tears were rolling down your eyes and he was only just beginning. “Please daddy please i’ll never do it again baby please”. He grabbed you hair and yanked you up to his face so he could speak to you up close. “You think your gonna get away with what you did with a little begging? How stupid do you think i am huh?” He said with a scoff. He spanked you harder than before after that. You cried and squealed and whimpered at how hard we was spanking you. Your pussy was so wet it was dripping down your legs onto the bed. He saw your cunt glistening in the low light, “Damn baby. You getting all wet from your daddy spanking you?” He asked while slapping your cunt. You nodded your head, not being able to form words. “Please, Please fuck me baby I’ll do anything for it daddy please!” You cried out not being able to take it anymore. He pushed your head down into the pillows and unbuckled his pants. “You want me to fuck you baby?, oh i’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you till your shaking and cant think about anything other than me and how big my cock feels in this tight pussy of yours.” He said as he slid his thick cock into your pussy. You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped out. “I’ve never felt a pussy this fuckin tight, fuck” he grunted in your ear while thrusting into you hard. You were in a trance. You were screaming his name and your eyes were rolled to the back of your head. His cock felt too good you couldn’t bear it. Gripping onto his shoulders, you felt something in your stomach tightening. “Fuck baby i’m gonna cum!” You screamed. He gave you orgasm after orgasm and you were shaking. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping, your moans, and your wet pussy. A few more hard and fast thrusts and you were creaming on him and screaming again. You could tell your orgasm triggered his by the way his hips stuttered and he started thrusting deeper inside of you. He buried his face in your neck and grabbed onto one of you tits as he came inside you with moan of your name. He pulled out and rolled over next to you. Both of you were out of breath. After a moment of silence, he finally said “how do you expect he to stay mad at you when you make me feel so good” he said with a sigh. You giggled, he made you so happy you couldn’t imagine to be with anyone else.

[hookhausenschips]

⚪️Newer works will be listed first⚪️

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AEW Roster

Action Andretti

Billy Gunn

Bullet Club Gold

Daniel Garcia

Dante Martin

Darius Martin

Eddie Kingston

Hangman Adam Page

Hook

House Of Black

Isiah Kassidy

Jon Moxley

Kenny Omega

Matt Jackson

Nick Jackson

Orange Cassidy

Ricky Starks

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[emjayewrites]

Flashin’ Lights In A Midst of Darlin’ Nights (1/?)

A fated encounter in The City of Lights changed the lives of an actor and singer forever. And with those darlin’ nights comes even more delights.....

Synopsis: Will Poulter can count on his hands the amount of times he’s been rendered speechless, yet that was until he met singer-songwriter EmJaye. He soon finds himself speechless and dazzled every time he’s in her presence. For Mahalia-Joy, Will hooked her in with his quintessentially British banter. However, in this ruthless industry, a couple needs more to hold onto besides quick laughs and simple awe. 

Pairings: Will Poulter x EmJaye (Mahalia-Joy Washington)

Warnings: cursing, adult content, mentions of drugs/alcohol. (Rated 18+)

Taglist: @vargskelegore, @pocfansmatter, @afro-hispwriter, @user0292, @unfriendlyblkhotti3, @sarcasticmrfox , @blackpearlbutterfly, @melancholymelanin, @mochachocolatteyaya, @goldentriostan, @multi-culti-girl​ @chaneajoyyy​ 

A/N: I do not know Will or his family personally. This is solely fiction and any similarities are coincidental. EmJaye was previously mentioned in a Yahya fic, but her character arc is completely different/changed to fit this fic. I’m so excited to begin this! If interested/want to be tagged, please send me a DM. Enjoy the chapter. 

Paris, France  — Late June 2022

An upbeat French hip-hop song with a heavy bass echoed through the vast venue, simmering the cacophony of voices into a warm hum. With short, yet steady strides, EmJaye maneuvered through the horde of people until she found herself in the middle of the space.

Squinting, her eyes skimmed each placard and she immediately sat down once she found her seat. Sitting up straighter, she took a surreptitious glance at her phone before scanning the room.

Her doe-like eyes slowly swept their surroundings, stopping every so often for closer examination. Despite the sheer largeness of the space, to her, it had a lingering feeling of suffocation. The sun-filled room, with its show-stopping Baroque-styled windows and ornate furnishings, was filled to the brim with the who's who of the fashion and entertainment world.

Similar to EmJaye, the patrons were donned head-to-toe in various designs by Thom Browne. Although she’d coined herself as an extroverted introvert, the long-haul flight from New York to Paris placed her in the most dissatisfying jet lag. Her limbs were achy, her muscles tight, and her cheeks were swollen beyond relief from almost all of the common remedies.

She felt sluggish, annoyingly so, and regardless of her silent plea for a reprieve, she had to...

“Nice day, isn’t it?” an accented male voice pronounced, pulling EmJaye out of her inner thoughts unexpectedly and causing her to flinch. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

A Brit, huh?

The thought disappeared as soon as it arrived in her head once their eyes connected. His blue eyes were filled with concern and EmJaye quickly alleviated his worry with a kind half-smile and a duosyllabic utterance.

“S’okay”.

Returning the gesture, he gave her a lopsided grin of his own; an expression of gratitude.

A comforting silence fell between them, giving EmJaye the chance to study him closely. His dirty blonde hair was styled in a messy, yet attractive pompadour and a smattering of freckles covered the bridge of his nose.

Her invasive thoughts protruded her concentration, reminding her of his saccharine albeit dangerous grin, which caused her eyes to travel lower, tacitly appreciating how his toned body filled his khaki suit.

“Have you been to Paris before?” he spoke without warning, again reeling her back to reality, his expressive eyebrows drawing close together in intrigue.

“Uh...yes,” replied EmJaye with a slow nod and wide grin, eyes twinkling perhaps from a delightful memory or the sheer illuminance of the fluorescent lights overhead. “It’s one of my favorite cities.”

And Will couldn’t help but become transfixed by her gorgeous face and throaty voice.

Despite her outward bravado, upon closer inspection, she released a softness that enthralled him as much as her beauty. He deduced that she was akin to an onion — guarded on the outside, but when the layers are peeled, true vulnerability is revealed.

Her eyes were almost as round as her face, making her look younger than she probably was. Soft natural makeup complemented her blemish-free mahogany skin, delicate facial structure, and lush lips. She wore her raven hair in a curly updo with tendrils falling sensually into her face, which tempted him like no other to reach out a hand to tuck the lock of hair behind her ear.

To his surprise, Will managed to control himself from doing such sinful things by smoothing down his pants.

“Same. Paris has some great food spots. Really amazing bakeries too, if you’re into that sort of thing. I’m Will, by the way.”

Nerves got the best of him, which wasn’t that surprising, yet the awkwardness of his laugh accompanied by the seductive sound of hers instantly made him feel a lot better.

“EmJaye,” she shared.

A light bulb went off in Will’s head. “Oh! You’re a singer!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together in realization.

EmJaye’s forehead creased in confusion. His eagerness threw her off at first, yet she remained calm. “Yes. I tend to do that from time to time. And you?”

“Actor,” he said nonchalantly with a shrug.

EmJaye’s eyes squinted, her eyelids narrowing into thin slits as she tried to remember whether or not she saw his face on the big screen before. To be frank, if they weren’t on her list of favorite actors, which comprised mostly of Black and brown men and women then she probably never seen — rather paid attention to — him at all.

Until, suddenly, it hit her. “Hey, aren’t you that racist cop from Detroit?”

Will couldn’t help but let out a mirthless laugh at her statement as the color completely drained from his face.

“Uh...unfortunately yes. Kinda wish you remembered me from a different movie though.”

Mutual anguish clouded EmJaye’s features, and she placed a hand briefly on his knee, startling him. “Sorry,” she whispered, her apology undoubtedly spoken in double meaning.

“S’okay,” said Will, repeating her duosyllabic utterance from earlier, and pairing it with a pearly beam.

EmJaye let out a snort, much to her embarrassment, yet Will took it in stride.

“Is that the only movie you saw me in?” he wondered, his eyebrows furrowing in a combination of fear and worry. “Please don’t ruin my entire acting career by saying yes.”

EmJaye shook her head. “I mean, no...” Her answer sounded more like a question and Will inclined his head. “I don’t know, maybe?”

He covered his face with his hand, eyes gazing at her through the small spaces in between his fingers. “You’re killin’ me, girl,” groaned Will, flashing an attractive moue.

“For all intents and purposes, I am very picky about what I watch,” she countered. “And I’m sure you haven’t heard any of my songs.”

“Bullshit,” Will blatantly stated with a dramatic eye roll. “I know, for a fact,” he paused his tirade briefly to take out his iPhone from his suit jacket’s pocket, “that I have at least one of your songs on my Spotify playlist.”

“Oh, do you now?” she teased in an annoying high-pitched tone, earning a feigned shocked expression from Will. “Wanna make a bet?”

With eyes glimmering with mischief, Will’s wide, dopey smile could easily make the Cheshire Cat envious. “I’m intrigued. What’s your barter?”

“Dinner tonight,” she vocalized simply. “Loser pays for dinner tonight.”

Holy fuck, as if she couldn’t get any better. “At any place?” he questioned and EmJaye nodded, toying temptingly with a tendril of her hair. “Deal.”

His voice was gruff, practically a growl and it made her shiver in excitement.

Will extended a hand for her to shake and she took his hand, watching as her own disappeared into his much larger one. EmJaye felt an electric jolt at the contact, for which she quickly extricated her fingers to cut off the current.

She cleared her throat as she jerked her head in the direction of his phone. “Alright, let’s see.”

Will decided not to broach the subject, and he twiddled on his phone, leaning towards her to show her that he, in fact, had not one but two songs of hers on his Spotify playlist.

EmJaye let out a gasp. “You motherfucker.”

Throwing back his head, Will laughed as soon he heard her inhalation and shifted slightly to place his iPhone back in the safe constraints of his suit jacket's pocket.

"I told you," he added contemptuously once his laughter subsided.

EmJaye couldn't help but grimace at his boyishly handsome, yet annoying smug grin. Will was proud of himself, his wide chest puffed out as if he was a peacock.

She watched in a silent, borderline dissociative state for several beats as Will ran a hand through his hair, his mouth moving fast as he rambled absentmindedly about her music. EmJaye was so enraptured by Will's animated and attractive face that she was unable to pay attention to his rapid-fire questions.

"How do you learn to make beats and stuff? I always wondered how musicians do that," he queried, his eyebrows furrowing together in genuine pique interest.

And for what seems like the third time today, her bubble of random thoughts and distraction popped, eyes wide as she stared blankly at Will. "Huh?"

Will repeated his question, leaning forward to listen closely to her answer or perhaps to get closer to her. Whatever the reason may be, his long legs briefly brushed against hers, sending a tingle down her spine. He crossed his ankles in front of him and comfortably adjusted himself in his seat, his equally long arms now placed around the back of her chair.

For such a tall person, he was rather delicate; his movements were gentle and fluid, methodical in a way. EmJaye was pleased to discover that just as enraptured as she was in her thoughts, Will was just the same when speaking to someone — undoubtedly immersed with every fiber of his being.

"My father and uncles were in a band," revealed EmJaye as she fiddled with her necklace. Will's cerulean blue eyes glowed as if it was a quiet plea for her to continue. "My Uncle Jared mainly taught me about melodies and beats and all of that. He even sang background for some artists in the '80s and '90s."

At this, Will rested his chin on his palm. "Really? For whom?"

Shrugging, EmJaye let out a scoff. "You probably never heard of them. It was mainly R&B artists."

"I love R&B," he mused.

"Even '80s and '90s R&B?," EmJaye quipped, straightening in her seat. "Matter of fact, do you even have anything like that on your Spotify playlist?"

"I have a few." His pearly beam was back in full effect, eyes darkening again with mischief. Drawing nearer, he whispered: "I'm not that White."

That statement caught EmJaye off guard and she exploded in a fit of giggles. "Oh my goodness, Will!"

"What?" he says, holding up his palms in feigning innocence as he tried desperately to stifle his guffaws. Unsurprisingly, a couple of chuckles eventually escaped and they dissolved into a paroxysm of laughter, much to the chagrin of nearby patrons.

"You made it seem as if I had no idea what you're talking about," he finally added after their laughter faded. "So like TLC and Boyz II Men, right?"

"Yes!" piped Emjaye in relief. "New Edition? Jodeci?"

"Yup, yup," nodded Will.

"Yeah, that's my Uncle Jared. After that, he tried to settle into 'normal life'," she paused to dramatically add air quotes and an eye roll, "but the music industry was his life. He somehow found his way to working in A&R for a few record labels, touring around the country for the 'Next Big Thing'".

"And I'm guessing that he found you?" wondered Will.

"Yeah", she answered with a shaky breath. "Uncle Jared always knew that I could sing and enjoy music, but I wanted to become a writer. Music was something of a pipe dream, yet here I am."

Will noticed the subtle shift in her expression. Her face dulled, her shoulders sagging, her arms hugging herself protectively, and her foot began to tap the floor in a nervous fidget.

He knew those signs of anxiety all too well. Hell, in many instances, he mirrored EmJaye. In just a short amount of time of knowing her, he could easily deduce that they were cut from the same cloth.

Empathetically, sadness clouded his features and he placed a comforting hand on her knee. "Are you okay?"

Those simple three words echoed in EmJaye's mind. He was too polite and well-mannered; far from what she was accustomed to from the opposite sex. People rarely ask if she was doing okay anymore and yet this stranger had her on the verge of tears.

I'm such a wuss, she thought. I can barely keep it together.

She pursed her pouty lips. "I'm going to be. The price of fame just doesn't agree with me."

"I can relate," he told her sincerely, forehead creasing. "Pardon me for asking, but is this something that you truly wanted?"

"It is, but I hate what comes with it," EmJaye chuckled bitterly. "The stalking, the paparazzi, using aliases to order food or get hotel rooms because someone might leak it to TMZ. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for the experience to perform with artists that I admire or collaborating with them and finally being recognized for all the blood, sweat, and tears I put into my work. I love my fans too, yet at times, I feel like I'm constantly on the go."

"I understand," said Will. "Do you have any breaks coming up? Maybe time to relax and decompress?"

Almost immediately, her face lit up, which made Will equally as happy. "I'm working on my second album, so I have about seven months of downtime. Well, it's not downtime, but I have more free reign. Not as many appearances either. It was kind of a blessing to win a Grammy this year; my team is too busy celebrating the success to worry about making sure I'm getting exposure."

"And congrats by the way," drawled Will, which earned him a perplexed stare from EmJaye. "The Grammy?"

Her daftness made her want to die right there on the spot. "Sorry about that," she said as she massaged her temples. "The jet lag is killing me. I literally got here about three hours ago. I'm a bit slow at the moment."

"No worries." Will shrugged it off effortlessly with a smirk. "I get like that too without my cup of coffee."

Unexpectedly, the lights dimmed and EmJaye jolted at the shock of it all. As if on cue, everyone became eerily silent, shifting their focus to the catwalk. An overhead spotlight turned on, centering on a lone model that stood at the beginning of the runway. A slow, rich rhythm began to play as the model made his way down the runway in succinct strides. Poker-faced with a clenched jaw, he stood still as the many cameramen flooded around the stage to take endless photos. The model remained stoic despite the camera flashes and EmJaye wondered how he could possibly stand there without blinking.

Surely, he must be blinded by the lights?

The fashion show carried on without a hitch. Throughout the show, she felt Will loom closer to her and he whispered every so often about which designs he liked best.

Her heart pounded like a drum each time his breath tickled the skin at the swell of her ear. The booming was incessant and furious, akin to a hummingbird's wings. His deep baritone triggered a primal reaction within her; she felt hot and as though she could combust at any moment.

EmJaye had no idea why she was feeling like this, but there was something about Will that made her feel like a lovestruck teenager.                                                         _______________________________________________

Paris Fashion Week always made EmJaye feel like she was herded cattle. Ushered from one show to the next, EmJaye could barely keep up with what was happening. Fortunately for her, today has been easy with just Thom Browne's show to attend, and once it was over, she made a haste exit, with Will in tow of course. As predicted, the evasive paparazzi waited outside, capturing picture after picture of herself and Will, ever the well-mannered gentleman, extended an arm and graciously escorted her down the flight of stairs. Without a doubt, the photos will be sold to the highest bidder, which was usually a salacious tabloid readying for their next click-bait rumor mill article.

"EmJaye! Will! Are you two dating or just friends?!" one shouted at them, making her suck her teeth.

"EmJaye, how does it feel to be dating Marvel's Golden Boy?" another heckled.

"Fucking vultures," she hissed under her breath as she hopped into her waiting black SUV. Will followed suit, thanking her chauffeur as he closed the door behind them.

The car sped off in the direction of her hotel and the ride was still at first, without a single utterance between them. That time allowed EmJaye to gather her bearings and literally let her hair down.

Will spotted her moving figure from his peripheral vision and his eyes darted over to her, watching as her hands raked through her naturally thick hair, her springy coils dancing against the soft skin of her clavicle. Mouth now slightly agape, he studied her with an unwavering focus; eyes glossing over in awe as the sun hit her brown skin in the most astounding, angelic manner known to man.

"Any ideas on where to go for dinner?"

He blinked slowly as he came out of his trance. "Um....yeah, I know this great Thai place near the Eiffel."

"Ooh," she moaned almost wantonly. "I love Thai. Is it Sawadee?"

"Yeah," chuckled Will, his eyes boring into her deeply as if he was looking directly at her soul. "Have you been there before?"

"A few times," admitted EmJaye. "The family that runs it are good people and the food is always top-notch."

Will, a self-professed foodie, nodded in agreement as she described her favorite restaurant meals. He noted that she was more at ease with both him and herself than at the fashion show. She was more secure, solvent, and knew what she wanted.

The car ventured closer to her hotel, and it was then that Will realized that he somehow found his way back to his hotel. Without warning, he averted his gaze to glance out the window to confirm his location.

"Huh, well that's convenient," he says as the car parked at the curb. Her pair of doe-like brown eyes fused with his tempting baby blues. "It seems as though I've found my way back to my hotel too."

EmJaye chuckled softly. "Bullshit. Don't tell me that we're staying in the same hotel?"

"Nah," Will responded as he shook his head. "I'm in the one across the street."

Utterly bewildered, EmJaye took the chance to stare out the window herself. Her eyes darted to her hotel first then across the street to take a look at Will's. "Interesting."

"I know," he said lowly. "I'll make a reservation at Sawadee and I'll meet you out here in about an hour and a half. Sounds good?"

"Yeah." Her lips parted in a warm smile. "It's a date."                                                               _______________________________________________

It's a date....it's a date....it's a date

Complemented by the rich timbre of her throaty voice, EmJaye's sensual smile could bring a man to his knees.

And my anxious, socially awkward arse is having a date with her? thought Will in complete disbelief.

Admittedly, he was at an unbelievable stage in his life. With landing a role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and now being at the mercy of thirst tweets, suffice to say, Will was having some difficulty adjusting to the unwanted attention, especially since he was no longer being ridiculed for his looks. And now, here he was on the cusp of having a first date with one of the most sought-after R&B/Pop artists.

What the fuck was his life?

This will be the time when his close friend and fellow actor, Florence Pugh, would joke that he perhaps girl-bossed a bit too high, or whatever the male version may be. Or maybe he was just a lucky son of a bitch?

Will nodded at the latter option. He was wrapped up in his head, erratic thoughts plaguing his brain, so he started to pace the length of his hotel room. He could barely piece together the memory of entering his hotel, let alone leaving EmJaye's car, and he was surprised that he didn't knock anyone over in his haste. The last thing Will wanted was to act like a complete dipshit around her, and he silently gave himself a pat on the back for doing well thus far.

The question was, however: did he even want to be in a relationship?

Although none of his friends, especially the guys, would openly admit that they enjoy being single, Will had comfort in being left alone to his own devices. Of course, there was a lack of physical and emotional intimacy, yet as he slowly began to learn, there was nothing wrong with being alone. Now, as he approached being thirty years of age, his past relationships and countless sessions with his therapist had taught him to enjoy the little things in life, which has been a previously difficult thing to do. His mental struggles gnawed at him when he was younger, but he now feels refreshed and content in his being. Truth be told, some days are harder than others, which is expected, and Will continues to take it day by day.

Despite this, Will had a desire to get to know EmJaye better. She intrigued him and he found himself hanging onto her every word. Being in a relationship with her may still be out of range or maybe completely off the table, but there wasn't no harm in being just friends, right?

The shrill ringtone of his iPhone snapped him out of his reverie and therefore ceased his pacing. Taking it out, Will immediately accepted the call once he noticed that his best friend, Kola Bokinni, was ringing him.

"Wassup, mate? How's London?" Will greeted, yet Kola had other plans and ignored him.

"Yo, man, why you kept dating that EmJaye singer a secret?" queried Kola in jest.

"Kola, what the fuck are you talking about?" Will was clueless in regards to what his best friend was referring to. "I just met her today at the Thom Browne show."

"Oh," his friend exhaled in fascination. "How was that? Your fit looked sick, man."

Will couldn't help but chuckle at how easily Kola got distracted. "Thanks, mate, but what's all this about me dating EmJaye?"

Putting the call on speaker, Will sat on his hotel bed and tinkered with his phone, listening carefully as Kola vented about paparazzi and rumors.

"They're fuckin' loons, mate, I tell you," Kola complained, earning a mumble of agreement from Will, who was too focused on reserving a table for tonight's date instead of his friend. "Like bro, they out here talkin' about you smashin' her since last year, which is far from the truth."

Well, that got Will's attention. "Wait, what?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "I met her today, like for the first time."

"I know!" Kola exclaimed. "They said that you liked a post on her Instagram and now you've been smashin' her for almost a year. The Daily Mail is wildin'."

Will stared blankly as he searched in his memory to determine if he liked a post of hers on Instagram. The only logical reason was last year's World Mental Health Day and that was because he followed those types of organizations and social media tags. He could remember it clearly now; EmJaye is an ambassador for a nonprofit that focuses on mental health and she was in a campaign for them. Since he doesn't follow that many people on social media, that had to be the instance The Daily Mail was referring to. As ridiculous as this conversation was, it brought up yet another thing he and EmJaye had in common: activism. His attraction to her was enhanced by knowing she was equally passionate about mental health advocacy as he was.

Blowing out an exasperated breath, Will shoved his hair back away from his face and studied his surroundings. When he caught a glance at the clock on the wall, he muttered a curse.

"You alright there?" asked Kola, his voice full of concern and worry.

"Yeah," replied Will quickly. "Coincidently, I have a date with EmJaye and I have about fifteen minutes to get ready to meet her. I have to call you back, mate, sorry."

"You sneaky fucker," teased his best friend, causing Will to laugh. "You scored a fuckin' date after just meeting the girl? Damn, new year new Will, yeah? Alright bro, I'll let you go but you have to promise to ring me once it's over, okay?"

Will's face scrunched up, his nose crinkled in astonishment. "What, Kola, so we can cackle and gossip like schoolgirls?"

"Fuck, yeah," Kola countered with a laugh. "I know you don't usually kiss and tell, but you have to this time. That girl is too bad for you to be a chickenshit and not make a move."

"Kola, you're thinking with your dick," he drawled in a joking manner.

"And you are too."

His best friend's rejoinder made Will's jaw drop and before he could say anything back, the line went dead.

That sonofabitch. Kola was truly something else.

Will jumped off his bed to make a beeline for the adjoining bathroom, removing articles of clothing as quickly as he could to take a quick shower. He scrubbed the afternoon's dirt off his body, submerging himself in as many soap suds as was humanly possible. Afterward, he rinsed himself and repeated the process once more before exiting the shower with a towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist. He was grateful that his assistant unpacked most of his belongings earlier that morning and he found an outfit to wear, which consisted of a black T-shirt with matching ripped jeans and a pair of Nike x Travis Scott's Air Max.

Dousing himself with deodorant and Jo Malone cologne, Will took yet another glance at the clock and exhaled a held breath. With five minutes to spare, he grabbed his essentials — keycard, phone, and wallet — before heading downstairs to meet EmJaye.

Will became transfixed by the goddess that stood across the street. Her shoulder-length curly hair held tight corkscrews that framed her round face. With mahogany skin that shimmered beneath the hotel awning's lights, EmJaye wore a yellow mini-dress that boded quite well with her womanly assets. 

Her back was to him and when he called out to her, she turned to his direction with yet another one of those sensual smiles.

"Hi, Will," greeted EmJaye in that sexy throaty voice of hers.

He glanced at her with such profound fondness and awe. He was speechless in every aspect one could think of. His mouth fell open, causing her to bite her lower lip nervously.

"Holy shit, you look amazing," Will admired, completely stunned.

"Thanks." She shifted from one foot to the other, swinging her bag to and fro. It was another of her many nervous ticks and Will took notice, offering her a comforting arm.

"You ready to go?" he asks in a low baritone that made her entire being ache in anticipation and need.

She took his arm graciously, clinging on as if it was her lifeline. "Yes."

His mouth twisted into a lopsided grin. "Let's head to dinner then."

Draping the city in a casting white glow, the crescent moon illuminated the sky overhead, giving the couple the perfect backdrop as they meandered down the busy Parisian streets to the restaurant close by. 

As they walked, a few male onlookers slowed their pace to take furtive glances at EmJaye's long legs, and at that moment, a twinge of pride and protectiveness overtook Will.

Yes, he thought snidely as he glowered at them, she's all mine.

That revelation made him a tad bothered; just an hour ago he was very keen on being strictly platonic.

So much for only being friends. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

[artemisthewh0re]

A win is a win 💪

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine distracting Black Adam with a kiss while sparring.

It was dangerous, sparring with Black Adam of all people, but you were about ... ninety percent sure that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you while you did. Although, right now, it was seeming like he was starting to get a little fired up. You had managed to land a punch - one that wouldn’t hurt him obviously - and he didn’t seem that happy about it. His eyes were lighting up.

You avoided his hit. You was able to duck and then spin around behind him, giving yourself a second to get your bearings and to catch your breath. But a second was all that you was able to get.

He was powering up for another punch when you did the only option that you had left, since there was no way you were going to be able to avoid that. No ducking and weaving was going to save you at that point.

You hurled yourself towards him, your velocity sending you straight into his arms, and you pressed your lips against his. It was a dirty move, a cheating move, but the only thing that would keep you from having to deal with a bruised lung for a couple of weeks.

You kissed him, plain and simple and it threw off his groove enough for him to power down. His hands went to his sides for a couple of seconds before they went to your waist, holding onto it, pulling you in for another, deeper kiss.

He pulled away the second that your lips slowed down, and he looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “You dare cheat?”

“I dare,” You said, smirking slightly. “What are you going to do, punish me?”

He took this seriously. He stroked at his chin and looked you over. “I may have just the thing - but I’ll need you in my chambers to do it.”

Oh, you were ready for that. You wrapped your arms around him, holding on tight. “Then take me to my discipline, Teth-Adam.”

Requested by: Anonymous

[1-800-sinister]

Bloodbath

Requested by: @houseofcopeland

Warning: Mentions of Blood, Shayna and Christian get coated in it, That's pretty much it

Shayna was in the ring with Christian. She was smiling, not knowing what was going to come. 

"Shayna do you take Christian to be your lawfully wed husband?" the officiant asked. Shayna nodded. "I do." 

The officiant turned and looked at Christian, "Do you, Christian, take Shayna to be your lawfully wed wife?" and before Christian could answer, the lights went out.

Shayna was confused, then the lights popped back on, and Christian saw Julia and Adam standing there with smirks on their faces.

Julia waved mockingly, and then the next thing Christian and Shayna knew, blood poured down onto them. Adam laughed hearing Shaynas screams and Christian cussing him out.

Adam spoke into the mic with a smirk on his face. "How's that for a wedding gift?" he laughed. 

Julia grabbed the mic and said, "There's a lot more where that came from." She then dropped the mic, the lights going out. 

When the lights came on, Adam and Julia were nowhere to be seen. All you could hear were Shayna's screams and her throwing a fit because the blood ruined her dress and makeup. Christian stared at where Adam once was.

[massivementalitynut]

My Youngblood Johnny Pandora comm of Adam from @iwanttobeaseme

[horror102]

Masterlist

Cold blooded- Black Adam x Reader

God bless America- Homelander x reader

Dead man walking- Rick grimes x reader

You think I'm psycho- Loki x reader

Sweet blood- Leatherface x reader

In the arms of an angel- Michael Myers x reader

Come back to me- Arthur Morgan x reader

Pumpkin pie- Michael Myers x reader

Two faced- Two face x reader

Christmas puppy love- Joe Goldberg x reader

Manipulator- Bruce Wayne x reader

Shazam!- Black Adam x reader

Fate- Doctor Fate x reader

Silence kills- Kane x reader

One shot one kill- Simon Riley x reader

Behind the mask- Sniper mask x reader

Trucker- Bo Sinclair x reader

Confused love- Jacob Goodnight x reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Maxine collapses against Y/N…

Maxine: wow you’re amazing

Y/N: you’re amazing

Al: hey guys are we going to resume flag football or are you two gonna make Whoopie here on the field?

The two remain silent…

Al: guys?!

Maxine: we’re weighing our options

[blackandwhlteaesthetlc]

The replies on this…

Personal favorite ☝🏼

[rick-rayson]

Atom Smasher - SFW Alphabet

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS OF THE BLACK ADAM MOVIE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

A/N: They/them pronouns used for reader! Likely a bit OOC sorry!

(credit for the SFW prompt goes to Jschqtt right here on Tumblr!)

Albert Rothstein:

A: Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show they care?)

Albert is a pretty affectionate guy, but he's not excessive. He'll gladly hold your hand in public and give you a quick kiss but that's as far as he'll go. He loves, loves, loves doing things for you!

Ask him to do anything and he's already up and ready. He loves doing acts of service for his significant other. He would like to be more affectionate but I think his bashfulness stops him.

B: Beauty (what do they admire? what do they think is beautiful about their S/O?)

Oh gosh where does he even begin?

He loves passionate people, people that are ready to explain their interests to him without a second thought. The kind of people that can rant about something for like 20 minutes straight. He finds that these kinds of people tend to have a light in their eyes that he admires in his partner.

I feel like he's someone that admires people's hands? Very random but I think he'd like to play with his partners hands a lot.

C: Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is such a blissful thing to him, a dream really. He's definitely a bit stiff every time the two of you cuddle, but he warms up to it fast!

He likes to lie on top of you and snuggle his face into the crook of your neck, he's almost like a teddy bear. He craves cuddles.

D: Domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they with cooking and cleaning?)

A part of him daydreams about the future of his life and the possibility of settling down, but he's still very young, the pursuit of his vigilante career is a big debris against settling down and he knows this. I don't think he wants to settle down for a very long time.

For cooking... He tries. He's not horrible but he's not the greatest. He knows how to make basic meals like noodles and rice and eggs but doesn't tend to try to make anything more than that.

For cleaning he's actually really good! He wants you to enter his home when it's always pristine, he also just isn't a fan of living in a really dirty space.

His belief is that he must clean his plates and cups and table so one day whenever you feel like it, you can eat and drink and sit in his place, perfectly catered towards you.

E: Ending (if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it?)

He's horrible at trying to communicate that he's ending things because he doesn't want you to hate him. He'd ask to see you and meet up to go somewhere. Nothing fancy or special, because he's ending things.

He stutters a bit but the words leave his mouth. His reasoning soon follows, if he had to end things it'd likely be due to his work with the Justice Society, after seeing a comrade die for the first time he couldn't help but imagine that one day that could be you. He won't risk it, even if you're all in.

F: Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? how fast do they want to get married?)

Marriage is something that does pop up in his head but he wouldn't act on it, don't get the wrong idea: he's ABSOLUTELY dedicated to you but he's sensible enough to realize he still has stuff to figure out about himself before taking that big step with you.

G: Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

Due to his powers, and rather fit form, Albert likes to be gentle and won't risk hurting you in any way. He's the pinnacle of gentle, his touch is feather light at first before transitioning into a comforting firmness.

Emotionally he is very light-hearted and well intentioned, always taking your feelings into account and just.. thinking about you a lot. He's not a mean person and doesn't even like pretending to be.

H: Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

Before dating he rarely hugged you at all, he didn't want to overstep in any way and would only hug you if you approached him first, and gosh does he love your hugs. You may have been the first to initiate the hug but he's always the last one letting go. He can't get enough.

Whilst dating his hugs double, but he still puts your comfort into consideration, if you're not liking his touch he's immediately off of you, no questions asked.

His hugs are the pinnacle of comfort, his body isn't overly cold or overly warm but it's all consuming. He holds you like he hasn't seen you in years. A 10/10 hugger.

I: I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)

He's the type to say it in the heat of the moment but mean every word, maybe you saved him during a mission or did a cool trick with him, either way the words leave his mouth before he can stop himself. He'd probably say the three special words around 7 months into dating.

J: Jealousy (how jealous do they get? how do they act when they’re jealous?)

Admittedly, Albert can have a jealous streak but feels great shame for these feelings. He thinks jealousy is ugly on him.

So if he sees someone getting a bit too friendly with you he's frozen at first. He doesn't want to cause a scene and he doesn't want to embarrass you in any way so he just... Watches.

You can easily catch on with the way he just stares at you and the random person flirting with you, he looks like a kicked puppy.

If someone was making advances on you and making you uncomfortable he's not afraid to just grab you and look at the person with slight apprehension, he's brave about it though.

K: Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they kiss their s/o, and where do they like to be kissed?)

It's a tie between your cheek and your open palm.

He loves kissing your face, smothering it with affection and love. But one day when he was tasked with waking you up and you lightly pushed his face away he held your palm and planted a kiss against it, ever since he's been enamored by the act itself.

L: Little ones (how are they around kids? do they want kids?)

Dude is too young to even think about kids right now, he's never thought about it really.

When it comes to kids though he's a mix of awkward but very friendly, he's always so nice to kids and is completely ready to play a round of mermaids with a bunch of kids at the pool if he has to.

M: Mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings start with a kiss, returning to the open palm kiss thing, he usually gravitates towards kissing your hand or cheek in the mornings because he's conscious about his morning breath.

He's usually up first but is definitely not happy about it, he'll lazily tread into the kitchen and make a warm beverage for you or a light breakfast before getting ready for the day.

Albert likes to do things with you, anything, he'll touch his shoulder against yours as you wash and dry the dishes together. He'll be smudged against you as you brush your teeth together. He'll be humming a tune whilst you help each other make the bed. And he'll sit on the floor with you whilst folding laundry. Mornings are so raw and very domestic with Albert.

N: Nights (how are nights spent with them?)

A quick hearty dinner, few conversations about each other's day and watching a bit of TV before settling in bed.

He's very loopy at night and not very communicative, it takes him a bit to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. He hates the way clothes sometimes cling to his skin when he's exhausted and so he wears very little in bed.

He's actually okay with you having more blankets than him simply for the fact he likes chilly air sometimes.

O: Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Albert's a mix between the two, if you ask him about something, more often than not he'll tell you outright and honestly.

If you aren't working with the Justice Society or affiliated with them in any way, he's quite reluctant to tell you he's a vigilante working with them. But if you've been dating for a while, maybe 6 months? He'll tell you.

He does like things to go organically though so he'd appreciate it if you don't constantly bombard him with personal questions all at once, he's not secretive but he might not also want to share certain things until your relationship has grown.

P: Patience (how easily do they get angry?)

Albert is very patient and pretty understanding, he's an easygoing guy so it would genuinely take a lot for you to anger him. He's patient with others as well and doesn't immediately act out of anger.

Q: Quizzes (how much do they remember about their s/o? do they remember every detail, or do they forget everything?)

He'll remember random things about you but definitely not every detail, he'll of course remember your birthday and other important dates. But besides that it's a mix up.. like he'll remember your favorite color but sometimes forget your favorite kind of drink so he just buys one of everything if he can.

R: Romantic (how romantic are they? do they go all out for dates, or do they prefer staying home?)

He's not opposed to staying home for dates but when he wants to get to know you better he'd suggest going out to places. He'll absolutely try to go all out on dates however he's far from perfect, still he tries his absolute best for you.

He's romantic without realizing, and does it best when he isn't trying and simply speaking comfortably.

S: Security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o?)

He's very protective and thinks about your safety first and foremost. He'd take buildings and bullets for you if he needed to.

T: Try (how much effort would they put in? like dates and gifts?)

He'd put in so much effort it's astounding, he wants to go above and beyond for the one he loves and tries his very best to.

U: Ugly (what are some bad habits of theirs?)

He breaks things very easily without realizing. A habit that forced him to choose softness first because he just breaks and breaks. And some things he breaks he can't replace.

He gets a bit paranoid sometimes, and then feels the excessive need to call you like 10 times within the same hour.

He sometimes gets in this headspace that the people in his life think very little of him or that he's useless and then dwells in this belief without actually asking you or his loved ones. He has the bad habit of keeping bad thoughts and bottled emotions to himself.

V: Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

He's a mix, on one hand he wants to look his very best and on one hand he doesn't want to go overboard.

W: Whole (would they feel incomplete without their s/o?)

Albert is one of the characters that I think would thrive in a relationship, he puts all his heart in it when he loves you, so without you he'd be beyond devastated. He'd definitely feel lost for a while.

X: Xtra (what’s a random hc for them?)

He's a karaoke CHAMPION

Y: Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, in general?)

He despises bigotry in every form. He's also not a fan of very judgemental people.

Z: Zzz (do they snore? sleep talk? sleep walk?)

He's a light snorer but that's the extent of it, also has the tendency to try and seek out your body in his sleep.

[t1redbitxh]

Black Adam x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Reader is feeling insecure and Adam tried his best to help them

Pronouns: She/they

Warnings: Use of Y/n(Ik its not a real warning, I just know some people don't like it), ooc Adam? I'm not sure, reader overthinks a lot and is insecure of their body

It has been a few weeks since Adam became the new protector of Kahndaq. And ever since then I've became closer to the demi-god, god, or whatever he was. But either way he was absolutely perfect.

He didn't treat me differently or give me weird looks because of how I looked. Instead he was kind to me and would stand up whenever someone would yell something cruel to me from across the street. He never said anything about my weight and whenever I got insecure he would try to cheer me up. Mostly.

Adam isn't very good with his words, but since we're so close with each other I at least know what he's trying to say.

Right now I'm walking to the recently fixed castle, with thanks to the town's people for doing so. As I walk inside I start to look for Adam. "Adam!" I call out. I don't know why I did that, he would probably still hear me if I whispered.

I then hear heavy foot steps coming from a hallway. Adam comes out with a soft smile on his face. "Hello Y/n". "Hi Adam" I reply with the same smile on my face. "What are you doing here?" he asks walking closer. I shrug my shoulders "I just wanted to hang out with you".

His eyebrows slightly raise "Me?". "Mhm" I nod my head. "Why do you seem surprised?". "I just thought that there would be other people who would want to be with you. I mean hang out with you." he answers. "Well not many people want to hang out with me. So I guess I'm stuck with you" I say softly chuckling.

Adam's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "But your not stuck to me? You can move right?". He takes a step back, then side to side, and back in front of me. "See your not stuck to me".

I start to laugh as Adam just continues to stare at me confused. I get myself together before explaining what I really meant. "I was just joking Adam. It's a figure of speech. It doesn't mean I'm actually stuck to you, it just means that your one of the only people I can hang out with".

His expression returns back to normal. "Oh". "I'm sorry I didn't mean to confuse you" I say. A smile appears on his face again "It's alright. Come, I prepared some food" he replies, leading the way to wherever. I follow after him "You prepared food?". He nods his head "I prepared food with the help of Isis".

I softly chuckle and continue to follow him. He brings me to a large balcony that looks over Kahndaq. There's a table with f/f on it and along with many others. On the side there are two chairs for us to sit in.

Adam pulls a chair out for me. I thank him as I sit down. He easily pushes the chair back in and heads to the chair next to me. "This is lovely Adam" I say. "Thank you. Though Isla did most of it. I made the f/f myself though" he replies.

I happily smile "Thank you". Adam starts to serve himself and I follow after him. I go to get the regular amount I usually serve myself but stop as I start to overthink. What if he judges me for how much I get? Will he get upset? Will he make fun of me? Never, he's never done it before. He's never judged me for anything. But whats stopping him from changing now?

"Y/n". Adam's voice breaks me from my thoughts. "Mhm" I say, focusing my attention to him. "Are you alright? You zoned out there" he says. I nod my head "Yeah, I'm fine. Just wondering what to get".

I then serve myself some food but a smaller portion this time, not noticing Adam looking at me with concern. "Is everything alright Y/n?" he ask. I look at him confused "Everything's alright. Why do you ask?". "You've gotten a smaller amount then you usually get. If you ate before you came I don't want to force you to eat more" he answers.

I shake my head "No, no, no. It's not that". "Then what is it? Are you sick?" he ask. I shake my head again "No, it's not that. It's just-". But before I can come up with a lie I start to overthink. What if he thinks I'm being silly? What if he thinks it's funny? Or what if he just doesn't care?

"Just what?". And once again, Adam's voice breaks me from my thoughts. He grabs my hand. "Y/n, whatever it is you can trust me". I sigh before explaining myself. I knew if I were to lie again he would just question me until I told the truth.

"Don't you think it's weird?" I ask. "That I'm bigger then others?". Adam's shakes his head "I don't see a difference between you and the others. Nothing is weird about you". I stand up, still holding his hand and walk over the barrier of the balcony.

"Adam looking at the people" I gesture down to the town's people. "They're all smaller then me. All "normal" size". "There is no such thing as normal size" Adam replies. "You should not care about what other people think. Your much more better looking then them".

"Better looking?" I ask, looking at him. "Yes. Your beautiful" he answers. He grabs my other hand and turns me towards him. "Your size doesn't determine your beauty. I may not know much about your world, but I do know that you are one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen".

I feel my cheeks warm from his words. "Even the inside of you is beautiful" he says. I chuckle at his words "The inside of me?". "Yes, the inside of you" he answers. "The way that your happy all the time and always seem to find the good in something. And the way that you care for others, even if you may dislike them. And there are many, many other things I can say but then we'd be here all day".

My eyes start to water and a tear rolls down my cheek. "Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?" he ask. "No, you didn't say anything wrong. I'm just not used to people telling me stuff like that" I say with a smile in my face, wiping the tear away.

"Y/n-" Adam begins. I look up at him, waiting for him to continue. "The reason why I say all these things about you is because- it's because I have romantic feelings for you".

I stare at him with a stunned expression. What? I don't know what to do or say. I know that I do have the same feeling for him. And that he is one of the most amazing people that you could ever meet. He may not talk a lot or just seem very serious all the time.

But if you knew him well enough you knew that he actually cared a lot and likes to have fun with the people he loves and truly cares about.

"Y/n?"

And before I could even think about it, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. I feel him stiffen before he returns the kiss. One of his hands move to rest on my cheek as the other moves to my waist.

We kiss for what felt like an eternity which was probably only a few seconds. We pull away from each other and Adam keeps his head against mine.

"I feel the same for you Adam" I say. "Really? I couldn't tell" he replies. "It's sarcasm". I chuckle "I know Adam".

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Note: I'm sorry that it took a bit to post this. For some reason Tumblr was having a hard time saving my progress, so I had to re-write some stuff. Anyways I hope that you enjoyed this and feedback is always welcomed. I also apologize for any grammer mistakes.

[aryxchse]

yeah.. basically.