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Heavy are the hips that wear the strap😋😋✂️✂️✂️
how i feel everytime my freind leaves after we hang out
What if we were trapped in a bathroom and lowkey gay and then you sawed your foot off, shot me, and left me to rot ?
Mark Hoffman w/ a girly S/O
- she's an angel
- an absolute angel, and he adores her
- treats her like a princess
- I hc that bc he was so close with his sister, he feels very comfortable and safe with femininity
- not the kind of guy to feel emasculated or insecure around pink
- he knows how to be gentle with her things, he knows the value of things like makeup, skincare, etc. Unlike other boyfriends who simply didn't care
- if she's the type to spend all day doing her hair, waking up to do an oil treatment and hair mask, and style it all day, he notices
- if you ask, he is more than willing to help. He will learn how to do your hair no matter what style youre doing; rollers, braids, twists - anything to help his beautiful girl
- he sees the work and dedication she puts into herself and he showers her with compliments
- he also spoils her
- "Do you want to get your nails done? Here," and hands over $200 in cash.
- "When was the last time you went to Sephora? Take my card and get the new blush you want."
- he loves her cutesy little outfits, accented with pink bows and soft lace
- they're a juxtaposition to each other
- he looks so odd and out of place in her baby pink sheets, a Lana Del Rey poster on her wall
- but he's watching her, across the room at her vanity. She's focused on her reflection, tapping one of the various products littered before her onto her supple cheeks. She looks radiant in the morning sunlight, and Mark's heart twists a little.
- all of the chaos, all of the pain, all of the suffering has gone out of him. His usually rigid, on-edge posture is sedated and tranquil. The scent of her shampoo and perfume invade his senses like a monk in an old temple, inhaling the smell of the incense to focus his mind.
- he watches her, a small smile on his face
- She was so refreshing, a light in his life where there was so much darkness and pain.
She mists her face as her final step and inspects her makeup in the mirror. She's looking for non-existent flaws, convinced there must be something off.
"Does my blush look weird?" She turns to him.
Mark sits up straighter and gestures for her to come closer. Her satin robe swishes with the gentle movement, she smiles softly as she approaches. He holds her hand gently, savoring the softness of her skin. There's a swell in his chest when he sees the dainty gold chain linked around her wrist.
A gift he had gotten her shortly after they started seeing each other.
His eyes roamed up towards her face, slowly, not rushing to take her in.
When he did eventually look into her eyes he felt as though his veins were on fire. She looks perfect. How could she ever doubt she was anything but gorgeous?
"Your blush looks even. Your makeup is beautiful, you did very well," he praises.
She grins and he dies. She kisses him sweetly, her plump, glossy lips taking him by surprise. Though he's quick to find her waist, guiding her gently onto his lap and holding her close.
On the tiny chance we do end up getting XI at some point I Need Hoffman to be recast and played by Jennifer Coolidge
They want to kiss so bad just look at them
The Things I Never Told You: Adam Stanheight x Roomate Reader
A/N: IT DELETED ALL MY WRITING I'M SO PISSED OMG! It's fine... I'm fine... I'm totally fine :DDD
Pronouns for reader: They/Them
Relationship type: Platonic and/or romantic feelings (up to interpretation of reader)
General Idea: Adam and his roommate were in a pretty chill spot, but when his roommate comes home and Adam isn't there, they'll stop at nothing to get him home.
Content Warnings: It's an angsty one, chat... but there's some fluff at the end 🥹👍, swearing, probably cringe, no use of Y/N, reader's a bartista because I said so. MAJOR PLOT HOLE, but womp womp at least Adam's alive... also because I said so.
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(Nobody's POV)
Headphones on their head blaring music way too loud, our main character fumbles around for their apartment keys in their pocket. They finally open the door, greeted by pure darkness. Which was odd, but didn't worry them too much.
"Adam, I'm home." They say, tossing the keys in a little bowl next to the door. They hang their coat up and laugh softly. "You will NOT believe the day I've had."
Nothing but silence followed. Only the sound of someone walking by the door and the sound of the environment surrounding the apartment. "Adam?" They call out, a little louder this time. "Maybe he's just in the red room listening to music?" They think aloud, walking towards the red room... which was dark. They turn the light on momentarily to see if Adam was in there, possibly asleep.
Empty.
"Huh..." They say, turning the light off. They wander the apartment, checking every room, finally checking Adam's room. When it's empty, they decide to call Adam. Voicemail.
"Adam?" They say. "Hey, um... where are you exactly? Call me back?". They set their phone down. Maybe he's just at Scott's place? Yeah... that's it. They sit down on the couch, their chest filling with anxiety. They do their very best to shove it down and just try to go to sleep.
They debate on calling Scott a few times, to just see if Adam's with him. They have to remind themself that Adam is indeed an adult, it's not like he has curfew or any shit like that. He could stay out all night if he wanted to.
But that still doesn't stop them from feeling like something wasn't right. Adam normally always told them if he was gonna be late coming home or when he and Scott were going out for a guys night or whatever they did. Something felt VERY off.
They shake the worry out of their head. They're probably worrying about nothing. Again, Adam was a grown man. He didn't need to check in with them like he was a kid.
The next morning they wake up and instantly look around for Adam. When he's still nowhere to be seen, they bite the bullet and call Scott Tibbs. They weren't exactly Scott's biggest fan, but they were starting to really worry.
It took a few tries, but the phone rings for a moment, and soon, the groggy voice of Scott is heard. "This better be good, man." He grumbles with a strong case of morning grog. "If you're gonna spam call my phone the world better be on fucking fire."
"Scott, hey man sorry to wake you." They say, pacing the room. "But is Adam there with you?"
"Uh no... why?" Scott says.
"Cuz he wasn't home when I got here, and he's still not here." They say, wiggling into their work uniform. They made a mental note that they needed to get into jeans with two hands next time. "And I'm starting to get worried."
"Relax, he probably got laid at some chick's house." Scott says.
"He would've told me though." They say, grabbing their keys. "He would've called me, or at least swung by the coffee shop."
"You might just be worrying too much." Scott says. "Just relax, yeah? You're starting to sound worse than his mom."
They blush a little bit in embarrassment, and sigh. "I hope you're right." They say.
They try and call Adam again. Voicemail. Again. "Hey Adam, seriously, where are you? I'm starting to get worried." They say. "Please call me, or swing by the shop, or both at this point. You're starting to freak me out." They say, chuckling softly before they hang up and go to work.
When they come home, it's around noon. They walk into the two's shared apartment and... still no Adam. They call Adam again. Voicemail. "Adam? Seriously, this isn't funny. I don't know what game you're playing right now, but if you're not home by tonight, I'm filing a missing persons case." They hang up the phone and flop down onto the couch, filled with pure worry.
"Holy shit, is this what my parents felt like when I snuck out?" They say to themself, sighing. "Remind me to never have kids then."
Once the sun set over the horizon, they still sat in the same spot on the couch. Sometimes drifting in and out of light sleep, sometimes watching a show, sometimes just counting the infinite dots on the ceiling. Either way, they sat there hoping that Adam'd waltz through the door with his stupid little grin and camera, yapping excitedly about the photos he took that day.
But no sign of Adam. Not even a trace of him. They sigh, picking up their phone.
"Hello? I'd like to report a missing person."
It'd been almost 4 days since they'd filed the missing persons case for Adam. Every day, they found themself at the police station, asking for any sign of their roommate. And every day they'd get the same awnser, that the police couldn't give them that information... and even if the police could... they don't have anything to report.
Then they'd go home. It was so weird not having Adam home. The apartment almost lost the lingering smell of cigarettes. That worried them almost as much as Adam being missing. environment.
They hated the smell of cigarettes. They'd always tell Adam to stop smoking those dreadful things. But now they'd give their right leg to see Adam standing by the window, smoke rolling off his lips and out the window. The lack of cigarette smell? That meant that the last little bits of Adam were slowly fading from the apartment.
And that scared them more than anything. What if Adam wasn't coming home? No. They couldn't think like that. Adam WAS coming home. Any minute now, he'd burst through the door. Any minute now, he'd flop down on the couch next to them and they'd both watch some shitty horror movie together.
"Adam?" They say through their phone, leaving yet another message on Adam's voicemail. Their voice is small, cracking, on the verge of tears even. "Adam, come home... please?" Tears prickle their eyes, blurring their vision. "I miss you... so much."
"The apartment feels weird without you in it." They talk to the voicemail as if it's Adam in the apartment next to them. "I don't have anyone to scold about smoking." They chuckle sadly. "Work was alright... I couldn't focus on it though... I... I guess I haven't been able to focus on anything more than you lately."
"I hope you're okay. Wherever you are." They say. "I do care about you, contrary to Tibb's belief. I just -" They sigh. "Just come home in one piece, okay? I miss you. A lot. More than I'd like to admit." A tear rolls down their face as they hang up. The few tears turn into a large stream, staining their cheeks. They wept for their roommate, they wept for their very best friend, and they wept for the man they loved.
That's when they heard it. A knock on the door. They freeze. Where they just hearing things? Then there it was again: another knock.
"Adam?" They say through tears, bolting up and scrambling to the door, not caring about their tear stained face. They put their hand on the cool handle and yank the door open, almost hitting themself by accident. They look up at who was there.
The sight of their roommate, though bloody and disheveled, brought them to both tears of fear and of joy. Adam stood at the doorway, shaking slightly, shirt no longer the white it originally was; but covered in filth and blood, and things his roommate was afraid to know about.
"I-I'm back." Adam says, smiling softly. His roommate, despite wanting to smack him as hard as they could... then wrap him in a bear hug. They force themself to simply grab his hand and sit him down on the couch. They run into his room and grab another shirt for him.
"Thanks..." He mumbles, switching his shirts out. They sit next to him, keeping their hand on his. But, much to the bartista's surprise, Adam tackles them into a bear hug, nuzzling his head into the crook of their neck. His tears slowly started to soak their shirt as the two both cried in eachothers arms. Not nessicarily out of woe or sadness, but out of thankfulness. Adam had always been thankful for his roommate, but now he'd never been more thankful to see their face.
The two stayed silent, just holding each other. The only words they spoke were through their actions. They could talk in the morning, or for the rest of their lives if they wanted. For now? All they wanted was the embrace of the other. And that's what they'd do. Adam didn't know what would happen in the next hour, or even the next 48 hours. But he knew one thing: he'd be alright. With the person he loved by his side. Which sounded cringe as he thought it, but he didn't give two shits. He was left in a bathroom for days.... let the boy be mushy, yeah?
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A/N: Aaaaaah! I love Adam sm. I just want to put him in my pocket. This is the first Saw fanfic I've successfully written to the end (Saw is just a hard universe for me to write in apparently?) But I enjoy it sm.
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~Squeed
