summary who knew that getting a personal trainer could lead to getting the best boyfriend you could've dreamed of
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you had dreamed of getting fit since you could remember. you knew you looked good, but you always knew you had the potential to be better. so, obviously when your friend, lexi, started dating a gym rat, and becoming one herself. you knew that this was your moment. as your friend started spending more time at the gym, so did you. it was definitely hard as you had no idea what you were doing. you 100% felt like giving up until you heard from your friend, that her boyfriend's buddy was looking for some extra cash and wanted to be a personal trainer.
while it was a terrifying idea, it might just have been the push you needed. so you said you would be up to it. but you had no clue what you were getting yourself into. of course, you knew his friend would be ripped. absolutely shredded, actually. but nothing would have prepared you for the man you saw when you walked into the gym. your friend had given you a pep talk before heading off to her man, but hell you don't even think 100 pep talks would have prepared you.
after setting your stuff down in the nearest locker, you took a deep breath to calm yourself. you were nervous of course, what if he thought you were wimpy or you were a waste of time? your thoughts got cut short as your new personal trainer leaned against the lockers in front of you.
"y/n, right?" he spoke as he pointed at you. a small smile written on his face.
the two of you had texted briefly to one, get to know each other a bit and two, get a split set up for you and a plan to achieve your goals. it was definitely less awkward texting than it was in the moment.
"yeah," you smiled softly "and you're adam?"
he replied with a small nod, "ready to get right to it?" he spoke enthusiastically as he was already moving to kickstart the workout. you nodded as you followed behind him. subconciously staring at the beast of a man in front of you. not in a creepy way, you were just admiring.
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with the first awkward session done, the next few weeks flew by. you were already feeling stronger, happier, and more like yourself. you and adam had already fallen into the groove with each other. he was more than your personal trainer now, he was like your friend. the two of you realized how much you had in common, the similar tastes in music, your favorite shows, favorite colors, it was like you were meant to meet.
the longer the two of you trained, less time was spent going to train but to just hang out. the two of you went to movies, you baked together, went shopping, and did crafts. it was so easy to fall into that groove. you didn't know what it was about him that made him so easy to talk to. but were you glad to have a friend like him.
one night, you had decided to hang out with lexi instead of adam. the two of you caught up, telling her about how life was going, how the gym was, your current job, just all of the above. soon enough, you were talking about adam. you had no clue that you were talking about him so much. you only realized when you were telling the story of how he got whipped cream on the ceiling and got a small smirk from lexi.
"what??" you questioned as you noticed her expression.
"nooooothing, nothing, nothing" she smiled before pretending to fawn over someone. "adam, adam, adam," she mocked with a grin.
you jokingly dragged your hands down your face, "what are you talking about?" you chuckled.
"girl you're in love with him!" she nudged you. you nearly short-circuited at her statement. quickly you shook your head. "i am not." disagreeing with her statement. "you so fucking do. you got all giddy talking about him, your cheeks are red too! you're in fucking love!"
you hid your face in the pillow behind you. shaking your head quickly as lexi laughed her ass off. "i'm not in love with him." you mumbled into the pillow. "he's just my friend."
"your best friend" lexi added.
she rested her hands on your shoulders as she spoke. "you hang out with him more than you do me, honey."
"yeah but stillll" you whined. "he probably doesn't even like me back."
lexi listened to you grumble into the fabric. a smile etching her face as you peered up to look at her. "baby, he definitely does."
"nuh uh," you rejected. "logan told me hon, he talks about you all the time. gets all like this," she said, referencing your flustered state. "you better get your ass going before i knock some sense into you." she teased.
she pushed you up off the couch with a giggle, leading you to put your shoes on. she opened the door for you with a smile. "go get your man!"
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you had no clue what you were going to do. you didn't know what you were going to say, what you were going to do. would you hug him? kiss him? give him a pat on the back?? you were terrified. but before you could make any plan, you were already at his door.
the door that you had entered so many times before, the door that you have a key on your keychain to. the door that may hold the relationship of your dreams.
you softly knocked on the wood in front of you. the echo of the smack rang in your ears, quickly replaced by the door squeaking on its hinges. you were greeted with a smiling adam on the other side of the door.
"i thought you were hanging out with lexi tonight?" he spoke, stepping away from the door to let you in. walking in and setting your keys down, you replied "she needed to bring chester to the vet, he got into something he shouldn't have." adam nodded in response before flopping onto the couch.
"so i get to have the honor to be in your presence instead?" he teased. you joined him on the couch with a chuckle, "yup"
all of the anxiety from before faded away. you still had no clue if you were actually going to admit to him that you had a big fat crush on him, but that was the least of your worries. he made you feel safe, he calmed you down, without even trying.
movie nights weren't uncommon for the two of you. getting to step away from reality for a bit was a breath of fresh air, especially for adam. he had told you all about how he was a prince, how he missed his green tiger and how his hunt for his sword was going. you knew how much that break from reality meant for him.
easily, both you and adam agreed on a movie for the night. you guys had watched so many movies over the time you knew each other, yet your favorite one had never made it into the schedule.
you put princess and the frog on the tv before sinking into the couch. your heart felt like it was in your throat as the two of you situated on the couch like you had done dozens of times before. his arm was around your shoulders as you melted into his side.
soon enough, the movie got to your favorite part, where tiana and naveen are dancing as ray shines his light above them. with a burst of energy you speak as you start to get up, "dance with me"
"what! i can't dance" adam replied as he stood up alongside you. "who cares" you giggled, "you've been a dancer since you were three." he replied.
your arms reached around his neck as you made him sway with you. "yeah but who cares." he chuckled at you as his hands wrapped around your waist.
the two of you rocked to the sound of the tv, smiles on both of your faces. naturally, your eyes stayed on his the whole time. he did the same.
the seconds felt ten times slower, you watched as the tv reflected in his eyes. the eyes that you can never seem to look away from. you didn't notice how close you were to him until you felt him clear his throat. before you could register the moment, he spoke.
"i think," he paused for a moment "i think you're my evangeline"
your heart leapt into your throat at his words. "what?" you croaked.
"i'm in love with you." he replied. your eyes widened at his words, a blush scattering over your face. "fuck you, i was gonna say it first." you grumbled.
"oh really?" he teased "you were gonna say it first?"
"well i beat you to it." he smiled.
"i don't even like you," you grumbled, as his hand landed on your cheek.
"we both know thats a lie." he spoke as he tilted your chin up, meeting your lips with his.
the two of you melted into the kiss, your hands snuck up into his hair as his wrapped around the back of your neck. "please tell me i'm not dreaming." you mumbled.
"definitely not." he replied, pulling you even closer. the heat between you two felt suffocating, yet comforting.
"thank god" you giggled as you pulled away gently. his lips chased yours for a second before he rested his forehead on yours.
Summary: Enjoying a moment of peace brings new emotions to the table, including ones that you never thought were possible.
Word Count: 850
Warning(s): PURE FLUFF, Prince Adam + reader being in love, slight comparison to others, being nervous and scared, being someone's first love.
A/N: He absolutely deserves some fluff. Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!
The cool breeze of the Eternian wilds does nothing to settle your nerves, despite the fact that the air smells like your favorite lavender and jasmine perfume back home. Deeply inhaling this newfound scent, a small smile fills your lips, taking in the atmosphere of a brand new world. Leaning against the fallen trunk of a once strong tree, the orange and red sunset fills the sky as if someone spilled a jar of crimson paint into the air.
Silently gasping at this beautiful sight before you, Adam Glenn smiles at your own happiness, causing the tops of his ears to get hot. Leaving Teela and the gang to have some rest at the fire pit, Adam slowly makes his way over to your private area.
“Stunning isn’t it?” He asks.
Glancing his way, you are suddenly pulled away from your trance-like state.
“The sky, I mean. Do you like it?” He adds, folding his hands in front of him.
“Yeah, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Eternia surely gives the sunsets out West a run for their money, that’s for sure.” You reply, gazing his way.
“I know, I couldn’t really see them in the city. There’s too much light pollution.” Adam answers, leaning next to you.
Crossing your arms in front of you, the two of you shyly share a laugh together, realizing that this is the first time you both have been alone in the past few days.
“So, how does it feel being the “mighty hero” and all that?” You ask.
Giving Adam your undivided attention, you finally have the chance to study the new leather bound and metallic breast plate with the bright, glinting gem welded inside. Feeling your cheeks grow warm at this sight of his new physique, you force yourself to look back towards the beautiful fauna.
“Hoesntly? It feels pretty great. I’m just not entirely sure what happened to my shirt. …Or my pants. Do those come back or will I have to buy a new pair everytime?” He jokes, giving you a real smile.
Squinting your nose, a large smile fills your face and a much deserved laugh escapes your lips. The delightful sounds of your shared laughter makes Adam’s chest feel just a little lighter, despite the current situation. The world is starting to slow down, just by being by your side.
“Oh my God, I don’t want to even imagine how much debt you’d be in if that was the case! I would actually go insane.” You giggle.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to cross that bridge when we get there. But, how do you feel? Being away from home?” Adam questions, turning to face you.
Nervously rubbing your hands together, you’re suddenly greeted with his strong frame before you. Sure, back home in Oklahoma, you always thought Adam was built for his age since you both are young. But here, being embodied with the power of Grayskull, the butterflies in your stomach flutter quicker.
“Um… it’s odd. I know I haven’t been here very long, but Eternia is quite beautiful. However, I really miss coffee, though. And breakfast sandwiches. But I imagine when this is all over, you'll be sending me back home.” You admit, as you glance down at your fidgeting fingers.
“What if I asked you to stay?” Adam asks, stepping closer.
Taking your shaking hands into one of his own, Adam brings you to face him with the other. Gazing into his soft brown eyes makes your breath hitch in the back of your throat. Suddenly, the butterflies in your stomach begin to sink, one by one.
‘Does he actually care for me?’
“What if I’m not good enough for you? You grew up here with your people, not me. I know we met as children, but it doesn’t feel the same. I saw how you fought on the highway with Teela, the two of you work well together. I’m just the girl you know from Earth, there’s nothing special about me, Adam.” You confess, trying your best to hold in your tears.
“That is not true, Y/N. I can’t stop thinking about you, even from the moment I met you. You mean and are everything to me. While I care for Teela, she is and always will be my friend. You are something else entirely. You are the reason I wake up in the morning, even if it means to go to a crappy job everyday. You believed in me when no one did. You helped me find the sword.” Adam declares, wiping away your fallen tears.
“Now you’re lying. I’m just… I’m scared. What if I'm not what you want?” You croak, cracking Adam’s heart.
“You are everything I want. I only think of you, in all of this craziness. It’s only you.” He declares.
Leaning his forehead against yours, Adam’s golden curls tickle your cheeks. Gently stroking your cheek, he slowly inches closer, silently waiting to see if you pull away. When you don’t, his soft lips meet yours for the first time, and he can finally kiss you without remorse.
Requesting Adam Glenn/reader. Contains spoilers for the movie!!
Do you remember the part in the movie where Skeletor stabs Adam with what's left of the Sword of Power and he messes with Adam's mind a bit, looking in on moments of his life on Earth and playing up his insecurities? Well, I wonder what would one of those scenes may have been like if Adam had not been single and instead had had a steady, loving girlfriend on Earth.
Skeletor probably couldn't humiliate him and play on his insecurities here in the same way he did in the other scenes, so how might that have differed? What would Skeletor have to do to manipulate or corrupt a memory that is good and positive? And would reminding Adam about the woman he left on Earth without getting the chance of saying goodbye to be a mistake if the goal is, at least in part, making him want to just accept his death and die?
Shattered Memories
A/N: It was interesting getting to rewrite a scene to both keep the original themes and to introduce new ones! This is a bit short and sweet and thats mostly because I rushed the parts that I wanted to stay the same from the movie... like we know what Skeletor says in the office and what the sorceress says in the death scene, I wanted to write what I thought would change :)
Adam was thrown back by the force of the sword breaking, his body crashing against the floor in an explosion of pain. He couldn’t breathe.
The sword of power had just shattered like glass. It was supposed to be the vessel of Grayskull’s power; it wasn’t meant to do that. And if the sword of Grayskull wasn’t enough to defeat Skeletor, Adam thought as he landed, what was?
He saw it as he tried to move. The hilt of the sword lay with a jagged edge near Skeletor’s feet, and with dread Adam watched as the villain stooped to pick it up. With the staff in one hand and the so-called ‘sword of power’ in the other, Skeletor began to stride towards Adam, who desperately tried to claw away, his entire body aching with the effort.
He couldn’t become He-Man without the sword. And if he couldn’t be He-Man than he knew that he would surely die.
Skeletor mocked him as he approached, setting his staff down to free a hand, “Well would you look at that,” His glowing red eyes traced the jagged edge of the sword, “It seems your sword is worthless. Nothing more than a cheap toy to play with…” His eyes moved from the sword to Adam as he finally reached him, stooping over him “How curious without it… what are you?”
Adam felt bile and fear rise in his throat at the taunts. He hadn’t said goodbye to you before he left. He had assumed that he’d be back to see you again.
“Whom are you?” Skeletor continued to taunt, “Let’s have a look.” With that, Skeletor’s taloned hand landed on Adam’s head, ripping at his hair, and burning like hellfire against his scalp. Adam writhed as he tried to pull away, but he was sure if he pulled any harder that his scalp would come right off. All he could focus on was the white hot blinding pain that seemed to engulf his entire being, there was not a thought in his head until-
The pain recedes. Not entirely, just enough. Adam opens his eyes to find himself on the sidewalk in front of a bagel shop.
He knows this bagel shop.
A girl runs out with a small brown paper bag clutched in her hand. Its you. Of course its you. And for a moment Adam forgets the danger, the pain, the broken sword, because he is seeing the day he met you through his eyes again and you look just as beautiful as he remembers. The sunrise of the early morning hits you just right and he swears that if this is what death feels like then he’d rather be dead.
You end up in front of him, slightly flustered and slightly winded, and all Adam can do is grin at you.
You held the bag out to him like a lifeline, “I saw you take it off your order because of the price,” you took a couple of breaths, trying to steady your heart, “but I think they’re really good so I wanted you to have one.” You looked at him with such sincerity that Adam was ready to drop everything, quit his job, forget the sword, just so he’d have enough time to enjoy this bagel with you.
But he still feels the twinge of pain in his scalp, and all of a sudden the memory is interrupted by a taloned hand snatching the bag right out of your hands. Adam’s heart is filled with despair as he remembers exactly where he is and exactly what is happening, and as he sees the illusion of you smile over at the shadow next to you.
“Dear boy… tut tut,” Skeletor drawled, tracing a claw over the curve of your face, you standing unbothered, “losing sight of your goal for such a pretty creature. If you hadn’t lost focus to pursue her, perhaps you would have arrived in time to save your poor daddy or your poor planet.”
Adam tried to turn and run, to get away, from the vision of Skeletor stroking your cheek, but before he could take a step, he was slammed back into the floor of Castle Grayskull, scalp once again burning with the heat of a thousand wicked suns.
“It… wasn’t like that.” He grunted through the pain. And he meant it. He hadn’t lost track of his goal. He just found someone to share it with, someone who encouraged him… someone who believed him. You surely had spurred him on with your kind words… right? He was here because of your help…. Right?
Skeletor gripped ever so slightly harder, “No?” He slammed Adam’s head back into the step.
Again, the pain receded, and Adam forgot where he was for a second, only a second before he recognized… a date with you. Maybe not the first date but he couldn’t tell because it was a spot you always came back to. It was a fancy-looking restaurant that was near his apartment, and you had gone on multiple dates there all the way up to a couple of nights before he had returned to Eternia. His eyes scanned the place, even recognizing the waitress who was taking an order nearby.
“…Adam?”
And there you were, sitting across the table wearing a dress that he had helped you pick out. You were watching him fondly, no malice in your eyes.
Adam took one last glance around the room before responding, “Yeah- yeah sorry, what were you saying?”
“I was just asking if you’ve had any luck finding the sword yet. You made it sound like you had a lead the other day?” You giggled at him; arms folded in front of you as you awaited his response. Adam thought that he’d never heard you giggle. Not like that at least.
Adam blinked and you were gone, and in your place was Skeletor, who didn’t hesitate to rise to his feet and snake one grimy hand back into Adam’s hair, dragging him from his seat and through the restaurant.
“You left her,” he snarled, “you’ve betrayed her for your planet and you’ve betrayed your planet for her… and now you’re left with nothing.”
Skeletor took a moment to glare into Adam’s eyes, “You’ve never deserved either of them.” And he slammed Adam’s head back into the floor.
And the pain receded, and Adam was staring at a sterile white ceiling. His boss was above him, her grin spread from ear to ear. This time Adam knew that something was wrong. He didn’t have time to brace or react before Skeletor strutted into the room, continuing on with his beratements.
“…What even is this place.”
Adam let out an exasperated breath, “Human resources.”
And suddenly the pain wasn’t in his scalp, it was in his neck. Skeletor had gripped Adam’s neck with the superhuman strength of a space villain and had him suspended off the floor. Adam could only pray to whatever god was left to let him just die.
Skeletor spat insult after insult at him. But Adam felt his veins turn to ice when Skeletor drawled, “Eternia isn’t your home… it’s a dream of something you’re not.”
And Adam was slammed back into reality, awoken with a burning hand still in his hair, and his sword still gripped in Skeletor’s hands, and wish to have said goodbye to you still flickering in his panicked mind. His mind raced. He didn’t deserve to say goodbye to you. He didn’t deserve the trust of his people. He had tried to serve two purposes, two worlds, and he had failed both in the most damaging way he could have managed. He had left you without a word. He had given his people hope that he could not follow through on.
Skeletor snarled, breaking Adam’s racing thoughts, “And that dream...” Skeletor stabbed the sword straight into Adam’s chest, “is over”
Whatever he had thought of the boiling scalp, Adam had no words to describe the pain of getting stabbed with a broken sword. Pure agony ripped through his entire body and his mind felt as though it had been wiped of every thought but the pain. He barely even processed being tossed in the air, nor landing heavily against the stone of the sword’s altar. His whole body felt heavy and Adam couldn’t think of anything but the need to close his eyes and sleep.
The pain receded. Adam opened his eyes and found himself on his bedroom floor, feeling completely numb both physically and emotionally. His drawings lay scattered around him and the sun filtered through the window with the same golden glow that it had held when he had first met you. Adam had no will get up. He thought that he’d lie there forever, waiting for you to get home from work and come through the front door to greet him. He’d wait forever, Adam thought, even if it was always in this spot, you at work, him missing you, because that at least meant that he was missing someone who was meant to come back to him.
You open the door. Adam doesn’t even have the energy to sit up, but he sees that you’re wearing casual clothes. It must not be a workday for you.
“Everything all right Adam? I heard a noise in here.” You said it so casually, as if he had never abandoned you. As if you just wanted to make sure that he was okay.
From the floor Adam mutters not unkindly, “I think that I’m dying.” He still can’t process the fact; without the pain it just feels like existing.
He sees your eyebrows furrow slightly, “That sounds like it must hurt.” You say gently after a moment
“It does.” Adam feels a lump in his throat at your mere presence. You’re just a dream. You don’t know that he’s dying. You don’t know where he is.
You take a small step towards him, “Is there anything that I can do to help?”
Adam shakes his head on the floor, “I don’t think so.” He says your name as if it’s the last time he’ll get the chance, “I’m so sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for Adam. Sometimes things just happen.” You said as you noticed something on the floor, you stooped to pick it up, “Here. It looks like you dropped this one. It would be a shame to step on it.”
And with that you turned and left Adam alone. He holds up to see which drawing you had seen, and Adam sees a bird. Lowering the drawing, there is actually a real bird.
“Leave me alone” Adam groaned from the floor, covering his eyes as if not seeing the bird would make it go away.
The bird did not go away.
“Get up.”
Adam felt tired all the way to the bone, “There’s nothing left for me to do. Eternia has been destroyed. I left her behind on Earth. I have nothing.” Death would be a mercy to him, Adam thought.
“You have the power.”
“No. Not anymore. The swords broken.”
The bird talked to him slowly, asking him to repeat the words he says when he holds the sword up.
“I have the power” Adam says, trying to figure out why it mattered.
“That’s right. You have the power. Not the sword, you. I chose you. In the hands of the past champions, the power has been brute strength, but in yours it becomes so much more. It is understanding. It is empathy. It is humanity. She saw it in you. I saw it too. That is why I chose you as the vessel Adam.”
“I am the vessel.”
“Now you’re ready.”
A glowing light began to emit from Adam’s chest, and he knew that he was going back. And he knew that he was going to fight- for Eternia, for the universe, and most importantly for you. He had to get back to you, and he’d be damned if anyone, skull face or not, was going to stop him.
And he was going to keep fighting, as long as he needed to, to keep the universe that cradled you in it safe.
Can you write for adam x reader, where the are the only one who belives him. Not just beliving him either, but adam who knows and feels that reader belives him. Cause somone who tells you "I belive you" vs actually knowing if wheather or not that statement is true. Adam probably had people tell him "I belive you" growing up as a kid, but then they would turn around and make fun of him behind his back, or said it out of pitty, so havig somoe who acutally does would be refreshing
Being the first one to believe him (HCs)
Adam was on Earth for fifteen years before he found his sword. Fifteen years is a very long time to keep insisting on something of which you have no proof.
Adam, when he first arrived, was a very kind, very sensitive, very traumatized boy. He never stopped being any of those things, really.
He wasn't afraid or cautious to tell people where he was from. The kids hated the new boy who went around claiming to be a prince.
For this he ended up getting bullied pretty badly by his peers for lying, for making up a story that could never be true, and for living off in his "stupid fantasy land"
Teachers did what they could, but whenever they'd talk to him about it they'd tell him he needed to put aside this game of his and just be the Earth boy that he really was (was not)
Years of such behavior wore him down, but he remained proud of who he was and where he was from, and so instead of shrinking himself for the sake of others, he simply learned how to handle the disappointment of not being believed.
It still stung though, to share his deepest pride and be laughed at and accused of lying.
You enter stage left.
Your friend had set you up with a guy she knew from work. She had warned you that he was a nut job, always looking at swords on the clock, never really feeling present, always holding a spacey look in his eye.
Despite her own doubts in this setup, you still went in with optimism. New people were wonderful and interesting, and you could only believe in the best.
It had been a simple question. "So, where are you from?"
Adam had hesitated. He always hesitated, as if debating if this was the time he'd give up trying. This date was not that time.
He told you everything. He told you about a young prince, smaller than the other kids his age, beaten in training time and time again. He told you of the planet that boy was from, a wondrous place of dreams and fantasy. He told you about the perceived death of his parents, the vanishing of his best friend Teela. He told you about the sword and how he had lost it.
When he had finished he smiled as if it had been a simple, normal tale, and asked "What about yourself?"
Your eyebrows pinched and he was bracing for the usual ridicule, but instead you said, "I'm so sorry about your parents Adam. Do you at least have a lead on the sword?"
Nearly fell out of his chair.
Looked at you like a puppy, almost as if he was worried about your own sanity and asked, "You believe me?"
"Of course I do." You said it so plainly, so easily, that Adam believed you when you said it.
Still asked you again to make sure.
When you affirmed it as many times as he felt the need to ask the poor boy teared up. He felt so lame, crying on a first date, but the relief that he felt was so immense that there was nothing else he could do.
You didn't judge that either, instead you just held his hand across the table and began telling him about where you were from.
He asked for a second date, you said yes.
It didn't take long for you two to enter a strange talking phase. You had become his go to person in regards to his search for the sword and just to talk to, but you also became a romantic interest.
You'd be the first person he calls when he gets the text about the sword. He asks you to meet him at the game store and the rest is history, really. You and Adam against the world.
As always if you'd prefer a full fic instead of Headcanons, let me know! I just write in the format I feel best fits the request unless the format is explicity requested
Summary: Finding people who care is rare in today’s world. Feeling completely lost on his path, Adam Glenn finds someone who he can be himself around; you.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, brief negative self-talk, slight crying, action and violence, Adam being a complete idiot in love, and him being protective over you.
A/N: Nicholas lives rent free in my head after seeing MOTU today. Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!
The cold take-out box wastes away as the temporary reminder of Adam Glenn’s another failed date. Leaning against the restaurant's doorway, the gold and black sleek ambience leaves a sickening pit at the bottom of his stomach, so he quietly continues down the block in silence.
Wandering further down the street, the distant rumble of thunder roars through the city, causing Adam to fully admit defeat in the protective stone entrance of a museum. Glancing at his watch to glance at the time, he tries to step backward from the rain. Within seconds, his hopes of trying to get dry are immediately dashed when he suddenly slips and falls face first into the building’s lobby.
The loud crash pulls you away from your closing duties, causing you to nearly collide into the check-in desk just as you round the corner. The sight of seeing Adam sprawled out on the marble flooring along with the now ruined remains of his risotto causes your chest to sink.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” You frantically ask.
Reaching to help him, Adam quickly regains his composure and glances your way.
“I’m, yeah I’m okay. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t realize the door wasn’t …locked.” He tries to explain, unable to break the soft gaze of your eye contact.
“It’s okay, we’re not fully closed yet, anyway.” You reassure him.
Gazing his way, a small smile fills his once dull lips. The softness of his light brown eyes never leave your face, no matter how hard he tries to break the awkward tension. So, Adam opens his mouth to say something, but his gut tells him something else.
“Um, is it possible to help me off the floor so I can clean up my mess? Or are you just going to leave me here?” He tries to change the subject.
“Of course! Where are my manners?” You instantly click and offer your hand to help him up.
Returning to his feet, Adam secretly fights to not let go of your hand, but you’re quick to turn away as your boss calls you from deeper inside the museum. Turning back to Adam, he lets you go with a small nod before trying his best to clean up the unappealing leftovers.
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After a few frantic minutes of trying to hold back tears, Adam practically rips the entire paper towel roll from the machine in the men’s restroom to make the floors spotless. Silently scolding himself, Adam throws the paper box in the modern trash can with a fury.
‘You’re so stupid.’
‘Just lie the next time you’re on a date.’
‘Don’t even mention your parents.’
‘Being a Prince of your kind means nothing on Earth.’
Trying his best to push his thoughts down, the fresh saltwater tears ultimately break him down. Slumping onto a hardwood bench, Adam takes his head in his hands and begins to sob to himself.
“Adam?” You gently ask.
Quickly wiping away his tears, he’s greeted with the sight of you holding two small espresso cups of coffee.
“Is everything okay?” You ask, joining his side.
Shaking his head, his saddened expression makes a small lump rise on your own throat, already knowing the answer.
“Oh Adam, I’m so so sorry.” You say to him, clasping his hand on your own.
“I just… I just wish someone believed me, you know? I don’t understand it. Is that so hard?” He questions.
“I do. I believe you. I’ve always believed you.” You admit.
“What?” He asks, deflecting your truth.
Standing before him, you take both of Adam’s hands in your own, stroking his knuckles with your thumbs. After a moment of relief, he finally gives you his full attention, ready to trust you.
“I’ve believed you since the first day we met. I know everyone else doubted you, called you crazy, but I didn’t. I know you’ll find your sword one day. In fact, come with me.” You explain, before urging him further into the dimly lit building.
Taking Adam by the hand, he ignores all of the displays with artifacts from humanity’s history, the grand and wonderful story tall paintings, even the colorful rotating rack of brochures and other pamphlets about the museum and all it has to offer. Just because you are holding his hand.
Leading you to the newly discovered section, you unlock the door with your key, and step over the bright yellow caution tape blocking anyone from venturing further into the room.
“This is one of our newly renovated exhibits that we plan to open in the fall. I was hoping to keep this as a surprise from you, at least just for a little while longer. But I just can’t bear to see you lose your spark of hope after a date.” You describe, showing the modernized glass cases and stands.
Reaching the end of the room beneath the perfectly paned skylight, you and Adam end the walk at a covered case with a white cloth. Pulling the cloth from the case, the Sword of Power sits perfectly on two nearly invisible hooks, creating the illusion that the object is floating. Suddenly, Adam’s once sad and hopeless eyes fill with joy, knowing that you found his sword.
“You found it! I can’t believe you actually found it!” Adam exclaims.
Fusing himself with the glass, you can’t but giggle when Adam’s face smudges against the once clean material.
“Don’t thank me. Thank the men that actually dug this guy up, they found it near the Canadian border when we were kids. I only knew about it a few months ago.” You describe, showing a few information cards.
“God, Y/N! I can’t thank you enough! I swear, I could…” Adam begins, but can’t.
Gently holding your shoulders, Adam steps closer to your frame. Carefully leaning inward, your eyes begin to close, but a large booming voice echoes across the empty floor.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to kiss her.” The voice accuses.
Turning towards the sudden intruder, the terrifying image of a blue and purple humanoid creature shakes you to your core. Underneath a thin hood, a pair of bright red piercing eyes causes your ears to ring.
Instinctively moving to protect you, Adam refuses to let this all too familiar foe use you as a leverage. Unlocking the case, you secretly lift a glass panel off.
“Why cause all this commotion with a mortal? Surely she is less sufficient than any other one you’ve come across.” The skeletal monster croaks.
“How dare you?! Surely you can’t desire any more power than you realize? Haven’t you had enough?” Adam shouts.
“Not until the small planet you call home will be in the palm of my hand.” Skeletor declares, aiming his staff towards you.
Inching his fingers around the sword’s hilt, Adam swings the blade upwards towards the sky.
“By the power of Grayskull, I have the power!” He shouts, gazing at the night sky through the skylight.
Within seconds, lightning lights up the sky and breaks through the skylight. Infusing itself with the sword, Adam’s form suddenly changes before your eyes, transforming him into a true titan of power. Peeking from your hiding spot, you now bear witness to Adam’s full potential. The suit of armor and steel provides enough coverage, but still remains protective.
Rounding the room in a circle, the tall creature known as Skeletor taunts Adam relentlessly with occasionally throwing swings in between. Remaining loyal to you, Adam does everything he can to keep you safe by any means. Suddenly, your friend misjudges an attack, causing debris from an upper floor to fall in your direction.
Running to your aid, Adam takes the main hit of the wood and plaster debris, shielding you from the potential damage. Satisfied with this fight, Skeletor is gone before Adam can even have a chance to retaliate. Returning his attention to you, Adam carefully holds your face in his hand, checking for any signs of damage.
“You okay?” He asks.
Slowly nodding, your bottom lip starts to quiver and tears roll down your face. Wrapping your arms around Adam’s neck, he softly holds you as the stories from his childhood become reality. The distant wail of police sirens echo through the city just as Adam ushers you out the back door and carries you to his apartment.
request: Could you do something where switch Adam takes control mid sex because he wants more but forgets that he’s HUGE and starts apologizing for being too rough after getting inside but reader makes him remember that she’s already used to it while telling him how much of a sweetheart he is
tags: 18+ MDNI below the cut, teasing, fingers in his mouth thursday, switch!adam, power shift, man-handling, adam kinda forgetting his strength, reassurance, unprotected rough piv (wrap it up folks!), just a short little thing i whipped up yet i still got carried away, minimal editing, actually no editing lmao
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He’d been being so good for you. Laying all spread out while you rode him for all you were worth. Your fingers were hooked in his mouth, pushing his chin up as he gripped the headboard. His pretty sounds were vibrating around your digits, and you could feel him pulse under you.
He wasn’t even inside you yet, your pretty little lips gliding up and down the length of him trapped between your body and his. It’d been at least twenty minutes, you’d been surprised at his sheer lack of protest to progress things. Once again you slid up a little higher, just a tease as you nudged his weeping head against your entrance, but again, denied him entry.
‘Don’t be mean.’ He sighed. You leaned down, starting to press wet kisses against the side of his neck.
‘Don’t know what you’re talking about.’ You hummed, one hand gripping his bicep.
‘Mmm- sure you don’t.’ He sounded clipped, strained. His hands began to wander, finding firm purchase on your hips. You already knew what was coming next. He urged your face up, lips pressing hard against yours. Quickly, he begins manoeuvring you sideways, lips never leaving yours. Then you were under him, a strong hand gripping your calf and lifting it. He barely gave you a moment to breathe before he fully pushed inside, hitting you so deep so quick you nearly felt the air get punched from your chest. You’d thought you’d be used to the feeling of it by now, every ridge sliding inside of you, the deep internal pressure making you throw your head back. His hips begin pounding like a man possessed, hands borderline bruising as he grips the fat of your hips. His head falls besides you, broken gasps like music to your ears.
It’s so much. So, so much. Tears start welling up in your eyes just from the sheer amount of him. Yet still, you could take more. Wanted so much more.
‘Sorry baby- I’m sorry, you’re doing so well, taking it so- nggh- well.’ The sting of your nails on his back did nothing but urge him on, breathless whispers of reassurance and praise spilling from his lips. The sound of your bodies was obscene, wet and loud.
‘It’s okay- oh fuck- I can take it. Please.’ You basically sob out, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of his head. Your feet locked around his back, the angle forcing him deeper. ‘I want it baby, please, want you.’ A ragged cry escaped him as your words hit him, his thrusts getting harder, faster, yet he was losing the rhythm. He was close.
‘I’m not gonna- not gonna last. I’ll make it up to you, I promi- fuck.’
‘I know baby. Take what you need.’ Your hand gripped the silk sheet beside you, twisting it in your hold as his body blanketed yours. Then you felt it. His body shuddering, red hot to the touch. You helped him through it, holding him to you like a sloth on a tree. You feel him start to collapse, gaining back his breath. He lifts his head to look at you, eyes shining, noticing the stray tear trapped in the corner of your eyes. He reaches to wipe it away.
‘I’m sorry, I just- it’s you.’ Your cheeks burn at the words.
‘No sorry’s my sweet darling, I’m used to it. I wanted it.’ He kisses you again in response, slow and languid.
'You're too good to me.' Then he moves to your jaw, and your neck, then further and further down your body, slowly slipping out of you, before reaching what he just made such a mess of.
‘What are you doing?’ You giggle.
‘I said I’d make it up to you. I’m an honourable man.’
Combining these two requests bc they're so similar!! @huenungkai & @chubbyfallenangel
Adam Glenn Kissing Headcanons
Just like he is with cuddling, Adam is so hesitant to kiss you. He's probably more hesitant with kissing than he is with cuddling.
Ok like kissing is a big deal to him. He's done it some, but not that much and what if he makes you uncomfortable? Or what if you think he's bad? Or what if he's so bad that it makes you uncomfortable?
He's so bad at hiding it though. Like unless you take action it WILL be a common occurrence to see him watching your mouth, especially once you initiate other forms of physical touch.
Gosh and when he looks he looks like a thirsty man coming upon an oasis in the desert, yearning so hard that it almost looks painful.
Please save the poor man. It hurts to watch.
If you start slow, say a kiss on the knuckles or the cheek, Adam would try so hard to play it off as "kinda cool", but you can see how beet red his face is.
He'd excuse himself to the bathroom for a moment and if you'd listen you could hear very badly hidden excitement from behind the door.
He'd come back with the dopiest grin on his face.
Just wait until you actually kiss him. You think you hear his heart explode.
A peck on the lips has him looking shell shocked.
I can specifically imaging him giving lingering kisses on the lips, and when he pulls back he lets out a shaky breath, as if he can't believe that this is real.
I think he'd be too bashful to kiss you too often in public, but when you two are alone he just can't get enough. Kisses on the back of your neck as you lounge around the house. Kisses on your knuckles when you hold hands. Kisses on your wrists when you cup his face oh so gently. And yearning all the way.
I think he likes to have a hand on your cheek when he kisses you, maybe both when he's being especially mushy.
Gosh that's really it, he's just such a mush. He can't get enough of you. He is so babygirl.
He-man is still Adam, but gosh, yearning and power and adrenaline?
He knows to be gentle with you when he's powered up, but having so much god-like strength, he doesn't realize that he's being rough at all when he kisses you.
On top of that, He-Man is a warrior, he has so much pent up energy and that also makes everything he does just ever more charged.
ON TOP OF THAT Adam takes up the He-Man form when going out on journeys. By the time he gets to you, he's been gone for possibly days, he's been all over Eternia, often without you, and he needs his fix.
All of this combined with Adam just being Adam means that he is just a little bit rougher, a little bit greedier when he's He-Man.
He'll get back from a long journey and he won't care if you're in public or not, he'll pull you in by the waist, hand coming to cup the back of your head, and he'll press the most searing kiss against your lips.
You're so starstruck by the confidence of it and the feel of his lips against yours that you don't have time to worry about the people.
Usually he doesn't go past one kiss in public, he'll end up pulling you out of the way. Adam is still Adam after all.
Gosh and if you ever mention to it, he'll feel so bad, apologizing desperately because he never wants you to feel like hes controlling you or forcing you when he really never was.
Adam is the type of man to kiss you in the middle of the living room and He-Man is the type of man to back you up into the wall.
Point being - post-journey make out sessions become a must once Adam realizes that you don't mind the difference. But you also reassure him that you like him as he is either way.
You guys I know this is really tame but this is the steamiest thing I've ever written I-
A/N: Once again combining two similar asks! I hope you guys don’t mind when I do this. Also posting this on my phone instead of my laptop so I hope my formatting isn’t chopped. I really like this one you guys. @certifiedsadgirlclub @xbreadratx
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You stood on the edge of the ramp, alien ground not even a full step in front of you.
The spaceship itself had been an experience, sleek and shiny and sitting in a parking spot outside of your apartment building. Whoever parked it had done so quite masterfully, perfectly parallel parked between two cars, wings hanging over the road like any other overpass.
A knock had sounded at your door and you had to tear yourself from the window to investigate. Of course, there stood Adam Glenn. Adam your roommate. Adam who had been missing for six months. Adam who had kissed you only days before he vanished. Adam who had shown up one night with the sword that he had been looking for, and then the next day had vanished into the sky (according to the internet). That same Adam was at your door.
He looked sheepish and unsure, looking at you with a small smile and sad eyes, and you told yourself that nobody could refuse him when he looked at you like that.
“Do you want to come in for tea?” You asked, leaning on the doorframe.
You took a moment longer to observe him. Adam was… different. None of it was obvious at first, but as you looked it became clearer. His shoulders were wider. His shirt, one you had seen many times, didn’t fit quite the same as it strained around his arms. His hair had a shine to it that you swore it had never had before. And when he smiled at you, it seemed sharper, and less domestic.
“Well, I was actually- only if you want- wondering if you’d… want to come home with me?”
And despite the changes, it was still so painfully and lovingly your Adam. Back from the sky with the hopes of bringing you back with him.
You turned to look around the apartment that you two had shared. It had been a huge stressor on you to maintain the rent, but you had waited, hoping, praying he’d come back. You’d left all of his things exactly where he’d left them: a blanket strewn over the couch, a drawing he’d left on the fridge as a joke, everything. Of course you wanted to live where he lived, you had just gotten so used to that place being here. You turned back to him slowly. He was looking at you apprehensively, clearly anxious that you’d say no.
“You mean permanently?” You asked.
Adam started fidgeting with his fingers, glancing down at his hands and then back at you, “Whatever you’d want- you could just come and visit or you could stay a while or whatever you’d like I just…” Adam looked back down at his hands, “I just want you to be there with me.”
You smiled at his earnestness. You couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t want to go with, but to leave so suddenly…
“What would you like, Adam?” You tilted your head as you tried to meet his eye.
“We could be…” his eyes found yours through his eyelashes, head still low, “space roommates?”
—-
It was move in day for your new apartment and you were feeling apprehensive. Moving was always a lot of work and now you were moving into the unknown.
You didn’t even know this guy who you were rooming with. Your friend just knew him from work and knew that he was looking for a place to live, and you were just desperate enough to say yes.
“His name is Adam Glenn” she had told you, “and he works in HR.”
You were so nervous that this guy was going to be some stuck up loser. Be real- human resources? That was one of the least fun sounding jobs you had heard of. But if he worked a boring grown-up sounding job… at least maybe he’d be tidy. Maybe he’d just stay late at work every night and you’d never have to talk to him. Maybe he’d be able to be civil with you as he is with all of the irritated people at his desk every day.
You were struggling to get a box out of your car, wondering what you possibly could have owned that would make it so heavy. You had managed to shift it out of your car but it served too great of a challenge as it slipped from your hands and hit the ground with a sidewalk shaking thud. You cussed at the box.
“Would you… like some help with that?”
You whipped your head to the source of the voice, “what?”
He put his hands up in front of him, eyebrows going up. It was a man you’d never seen before. Despite how tall he was and how wide his shoulders were, he had managed to shrink himself under your stern gaze. His blonde hair framed his face, lying flat against his head. He glanced down at the box and back at you.
You sighed, trying to calm yourself down. You mirrored him and glanced down at the box, “Yeah… sorry. Its just a pain in the ass.”
Turns out that he was no better at lifting it than you as he struggled to even get a grip on it from the ground. It was almost endearing, especially when he stood back up, put his hands on his hips, and looked over at you looking troubled.
“It is a bit tough… isn’t it?” he sighed.
Eventually the two of you had decided on maneuvering it up the stairs together, which was far easier said than done. And on top of that, teamwork with a complete stranger is more difficult than it looks. Multiple times you (in the front) had nearly dropped the box down the stairs onto him and multiple times he (in the back) had gone a bit too fast and nearly
pushed you over backwards. But the stranger stayed positive the entire way, murmuring encouragement to you.
His eyes widened in surprise at the number on the door when you stopped in front of your apartment.
“You’re moving in here? Or are you taking a break or are you helping a friend-?”
You shouldered the door open, still holding the box, “I’m moving in, what makes you ask?”
The two of you waddled the box into the apartment, moving towards the middle of the room.
“It’s just- I’m moving in here too.”
You dropped the box on Adam Glenn’s toes.
—-
Whatever you had expected space travel to look like, this hadn’t been it. There were no stars or space suits, but there was knock-back so strong that it felt like you were on a roller coaster as you flew through a cosmos of color towards Eternia.
Adam looked over at you from his seat, grinning from ear to ear, a sparkle in his eye that you don’t know if you’ve ever seen in all your time living with him.
As the ship slowed down to a normal pace you allowed yourself to take a big breath.
“Its exhilarating, right?” Adam asked as he piloted the ship towards a beautifully green planet.
You tried to laugh but it sounded more like a cough, “That’s one word for it.” Still, you couldn’t help the smile growing on your face as the foreign world grew in your vision.
“I wanted to bring you here sooner,” Adam said, “but I got so wrapped up with repairs and restoration and I thought maybe I’d wait to show you the best of it instead of the worst.”
The ship descended first over a vast expanse of lava fields, geysers of the boiling liquid erupting as you flew past.
—-
“Would you want to do something tonight? Like- maybe a movie or we like… make dinner for the two of us or something?” Adam called to you from his open bedroom door.
He was emerging from his room, gently closing the door behind himself as you looked over at him. You and Adam had been roommates for a little over a month now, and you were learning a lot about him. Many nights he’d get home from work and beeline straight to his room, but despite that pattern, he was still making a very good effort to talk to you and get to know you. This was just a new attempt to spend time with you as well.
He was always very secretive about his room, but then again, you didn’t know him that well and you were sure he hadn’t seen much of your room either. But he was always mindful about keeping it closed. He wouldn’t even leave it open when he was running out to grab something. You assumed that he was maybe just a slob, or maybe some kind of nerd with a bunch of action figures or something. Not your business.
“Food would sound fun.” You mused from the couch.
The two of you set off checking your ingredients, which turned into an afternoon grocery run. You couldn’t help but smile at such a tall wide man pushing such a dinky shopping cart with a squeaky wheel.
Every adventure led you back to the apartment, with a homemade pizza sitting out in front of you, and Adam specifically covered in flour. You had no clue how he had managed it considering that you only had a little bit of the powder on yourself, but nonetheless, he stepped away to change his shirt.
And for the first time ever, Adam left his door open. He himself disappeared around the corner to get a shirt from his closet, but looking through the doorway you noticed that his walls were plastered in drawings.
You couldn’t help yourself, you slowly drifted towards his room until you were standing in the doorway, marveling at the fantastical drawings that Adam had plastered everywhere. Was he a writer? Were these concepts from a story? Was he just an artist?
As you pondered you failed to notice Adam rounding the corner and the only thing you could process was him catching you by the waist after he had toppled you over. His grip was firm and he looked spooked by the fact that he had nearly trampled you.
“I am so sorry, I didn’t think you’d be standing there-“ He stuttered out, still holding you.
It was you who righted yourself, “no, that’s my bad. You just left your door open and I saw your drawings and they’re really cool and I was trying to get a closer look.”
Adam quickly looked back at the drawings at his wall, and then back at you, “You… think they’re cool?” He said slowly, measured.
“Of course I do! Where’d you even come up with stuff like that.”
“Well,” he said sheepishly, bringing a hand to rub at the back of his neck, “It’s a bit of a long story…”
—-
Adam showed you all sorts of wonderful things as you flew above his home planet. You saw sprawling mountains and forests, dragons, griffons, floating islands. At the end of the grand tour he turned the ship towards his home city of Eternos.
His face glowed as he told you about all the repair work that has gone into it, how it almost looked like it did in his childhood, with shining pillars of regal golden and red. Adam’s eyes kept coming back to you, warm and gentle.
“I think you’re going to love it.” He said as the ship was coming over a large hill.
You smiled over at him, relishing in being with him again, “If its anything like your drawings, I know it will.”
At your words, the hill cleared beneath you and the city was revealed. Your jaw went slack and your eyes wide with wonder as you looked upon the most beautiful place you had ever seen. It was like the drawings, but impossibly more beautiful as the sunset cast a pink glow over the golden city.
As you flew closer you could see the people at their daily routines, lights beginning to pop up in the street and in the houses with the dying light. You could see soldiers, perhaps even the figures of Adam’s childhood, patrolling through the city. You could see a group of kids kicking around the ball in a clearing, playing some game that you’ve never seen. You saw Cringer, the tiger from the drawings- lounging in the sunlight. You saw artisans on the bridge over the river, carving out great pieces of stone into the figures of kings. Finally in the distance you glimpsed castle Grayskull, with a dull glow emitting from one eye.
You couldn’t help but glance over at Adam to voice your amazement, but the words died in your throat as you found him already looking, face illuminated by the orange glow. His emotions were betrayed by his eyes, oozing with poorly contained affection. He had kissed you only days before he left. He had kissed you and then stuttered an apology and then stumbled off the couch claiming he had to go to bed. You remembered how his lips felt; soft, gentle, hesitant. And now as he stared at you, you could see the emotion that had driven the decision. You could see why he had flown all the way back to Earth for his “roommate”.
The moment passed as quickly as it had dawned, and Adam focused his eyes back to the front as he went to land the ship. You felt a pang in your soul, missing him as he sat right there, as if he was still galaxies away.
—-
“Ok but I need to know if this shirt looks too… uh… bad on me” Adam appeared from his room wearing a coral pink dress shirt. He looked at you, as if your answer determined the fate of the shirt.
You allowed yourself to look a little longer than you maybe should have. You hummed in approval, “I like that color on you”.
Adam looked down as if to observe the shirt himself, tugging at the hem and sleeves a little as he looked. After a moment he looked up and nodded, as if satisfied with your opinion before disappearing back into his room.
—-
It was a sweeping tour of the city, Adam took you to all of the places from his drawing, and in turn he let you drag him to every nook and cranny that even vaguely interested you. The sun finally set and the streets were illuminated with lamp lighting that was straight out of some cheesy romance flick, the streetlights all neat in a row casting a warm yellow glow.
The whole afternoon had been the happiest you had ever seen Adam. When you looked at him it always seemed like he had been looking at you, as if his eyes had never strayed. He had changed before exiting the ship into some of his Eternian dayclothes, with a vest the same shade of red as the dress shirt that you so adored.
All of his friends were ecstatic to meet you. It was a nearly overwhelming amount of people to meet, but then again, Adam was a prince and a hero, of course he’d be universally adored.
One thing that you couldn’t get out of your head was how many of them already knew you so well. Teela and Cringer both mentioned to you how Adam hadn’t stopped talking about you since arriving, and you couldn’t tell if they were being sarcastic. Sarcastic or not, their insinuations had Adam getting flustered, asserting that he had “just been filling them in on his Earth life”
“Yes! But aren’t they the center of your life on Earth? You lived together!” Teela laughed, amused at Adam’s defensiveness.
You couldn’t help but imagine a life here. It was the most wonderful place you had ever seen. But one issue persisted. You would not live here if Adam was not by your side, and it wasn’t fair to expect him- a prince- to prioritize you over his duties or over his friends.
—-
You and Adam had been watching a movie on the couch. You had been closer to each other than you needed to be, not making contact but sharing a footrest and a popcorn bowl.
You couldn’t remember what you had been talking about through the haze of time. All that you could remember that he looked down, only for a second, but for long enough to be caught.
Whatever argument you had been making died on your lips as you noticed, and you couldn’t help but look at his mouth in response, knowing that he was thinking about kissing you, knowing that you wanted him to.
His lips brushed against yours, featherlight but soft. You could taste his chapstick and his hand came up nervously as he did it, fingers gently holding your cheek. It had been three seconds of bliss before Adam seemed to realize what he had done and pulled away.
You two just looked at each other for a moment, breathless and blinking before the worry set in on his face. He said your name so quietly that you nearly didn’t catch it.
“I’m so so sorry I didn’t- I should’ve asked- I…” he whispered. You furrowed your eyebrows at him but you didn’t have time to formulate a response before he was pushing himself off the couch, spilling the popcorn all over the floor.
He didn’t look at you, “It’s late and I have work tomorrow… I should- I should sleep.” and he vanished back into his room, leaving you sitting on the couch still trying to catch up with the moment, still remembering the feeling of his lips against yours.
—-
Adam was leading you through the palace, showing you the final part of Eternos, and the place he held the closest.
He showed you everything, his parents quarters, the dining hall and kitchen, the library (which was still accumulating a new not-burned collection), and a million more rooms with a million more uses. Each one he let you wander as much as you’d like. You wondered if he’d let you say in any given room forever if it meant you staying on Eternia.
You could feel the tour drawing to a close as you came to his quarters. Adam’s childhood bedroom had been destroyed, but he had fully furnished his new room to include so many trinkets and books, a couple of cushy couches, and the biggest bed you had ever seen. His unreadable eyes followed you as you picked your way around the room.
You smiled over at him, “It’s so… you.” You laughed lightly to yourself out of endearment.
“So you like it?” Looking across the room, Adam looked so small.
“It doesn’t matter if I like it. It matters if you like it Adam.”
“No- I mean…. I mean do you like all of it?” Adam reiterated. He looked so at ease but you could see the worry held in his tense shoulder.
You turned away from him, imagining the comforting warmth of your apartment on Earth. You could see the warm lighting and the dishes strewn across the kitchen. You could see the trinkets that you and Adam had together filled the space with, a Star Wars poster on the wall above the TV, his drawings hung on the fridge. You imagined coming home from work, Adam emerging from
his room to greet you, a smile on his face at the sight of you. You wondered if you could let that go.
“I do like it.” You muttered.
Adam somehow caught it across the room, “Enough to stay?”
You sighed mournfully, slowly sinking onto Adam’s bed, “Adam, I want to say yes but-“
“-then say yes” Adam began to approach you across the room, “if you want to say yes than do. Please.” He pleaded.
“…but this is your world Adam. Not mine. It’s all so charming and beautiful and every bit as wonderful as it was in your stories,” you felt. a lump in your throat that tasted like sorrow, Adam’s pace had slowed but he still approached, step by step. “but if I came here, you’d be the only thing that I have. And you have your planet, your duties, your friends. I will not hold you from that, but I cannot sit around waiting for you to have a moment for me.”
Adam stopped in front of you, looking down at you as if you had just ripped his soul out, “What do I have if not you?”
You laughed dryly, “What does that even mean?”
“I mean- living with you has been the best thing to ever happen to me.” Adam crouched down to be on your eye level, “heck, you have been the best thing to ever happen to me. You believed me when no one else did, you had patience when I needed it most, and you filled my life with your laughter. I don’t want to live anywhere if it’s not with you.” He tentatively rested on hand on your knee.
You smiled, not satisfied, “Why’d you kiss me that night?” You could hear how small your voice sounded.
Adam paused for a moment, searching your eyes, debating if the answer was going to break everything, “because you’re beautiful.”
“Just that?”
Adam’s hand moved from your knew to clutch your own hand, “because maybe I wanted to ask you out and I just didn’t know how. Because maybe I wanted to live with you forever. Because maybe I wanted to wake up to you in the morning. I kissed you because there is no one I want in my life more than you. Please.” His other hand snaked so the two of you were now fully holding hands. Adam looked up at you reverently, the same look from the ship.
You couldn’t help but break into a wide grin at his confession.
Adam swallowed thickly, adam’s apple bobbing as he did. He said your name as if it was the prettiest word on his lips.
“Stay.”
And you were his. You leaned in and captured his lips in a kiss. This time there was no hesitance, no quiver to his lips as he met you surely and lovingly. You stooped your head to meet him where he kneeled between your knees, one hand still holding his, the other snaking to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
It was exactly what you had been dreaming of for six months. It was something, you thought, that you wouldn’t mind coming home to every day for the rest of your life.
Because it was never the apartment, it was always him. And it was always him with you.
Finally you two broke to simply breathe. You leaned your forehead against his, “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”
It happens after Adam returns home from yet another fight he deemed he needed to be apart of.
Leaving you behind waiting and worrying, you understand he has a great power that makes him stronger than anyone else. You have loved Adam since before he was reunited with that sword that brought you back to his home world.
He was your everything and it used to feel like you his too, but now it doesn’t like you’re even a thought in his mind.
He comes home turns back into your Adam and gets dragged in to a meeting that takes hours. Then once that’s done it’s either straight to sleep or out to another battle that only he can stop.
It’s been weeks, he hasn’t kissed you, he hasn’t touched you, the last time you two even came close to being intimate Duncan started pounding on your guys bedroom door pulling Adam away from you yet again.
So this time after he gets back you don’t let him just peacefully go to bed without saying a word or let the others pull him into an hour long debrief.
No, this time you watch him change back into his normal self and finally choose to speak your mind. At first Adam doesn’t know how to respond, he just stares at you blankly but as you continue he lets his tired brain take over and begins to say things he know he doesn’t mean but can’t control.
This only causes all of the emotions in the room to be even more heightened. What started out as speaking your mind for once in what seemed like forever turned into a full blown fight that has you walking out of the room crying getting as far away from Adam as you can.
Which leads you to cringer who is fast asleep in his bed but you don’t care you need someone or in this case a loyal companion you know won’t be mad to see you.
In fact when cringer wakes up he’s so excited to see you he doesn’t register the tears flowing freely from your eyes. Once he’s done talking is he finally takes notice to the state that your in and lets you lay on him bringing the green tiger into an embrace.
An hour passes by and you are all tuckered out on cringer, you had not left his side since you walked into his room. He didn’t expect you to fall asleep on him but he found it nice that you trusted him enough to show just how vulnerable you were and your state now.
After your fight it took Adam 10 minutes to move and go search for you. He didn’t like seeing you cry, he never has and knowing that the tears were because of him hurt him even more.
For all the things you mentioned he hadn’t realized how long it has been since you guys had shared a kiss or even holding hands.
He didn’t even know it had been that long without the two of you having sex. That part definitely should have made him more understanding of your side but in his tired clouded mind it didn’t.
He threw words at your face he never did before and regret had instantly filled his body. He called you clingy, annoying and one word that he swore he would never degrade you with.
Adam just couldn’t stop the venom from spewing from his mouth, and when you stopped making any noise and silently cried walking out on him he forgot how to breath.
He stood there staring at his feet letting his own tears fall letting the emotions take over his body. He no longer felt the anger he had moments ago, now he just felt like utter shit for doing that to you.
His sweet, innocent bunny.
Blinking back to reality Adam walked out of room ten minutes later with determination of finding you.
He checked all your favorite spots, the castles library, an old tree you sat under and people watched with cringer.. that’s when it hit him after remembering who you were with most of the time.
He raced through the halls running towards his oldest friends room. Upon arriving he opened the door and found you dead a sleep in cringers fur with tear stains on your face and the source of the fur growling.
Cringer clearly was not happy with Adam and he understood why but he needed to take you back to your shared room. He needed to talk to you if not tonight in your fragile state then tomorrow first thing in the morning and he couldn’t do that when you were in here.
He walked closer to you and told the giant tiger he would never do anything like that to you ever again. The predator believed him, he knew Adam wasn’t a bad guy but he also knew that if he did he would be biting his foot.
Grabbing you in his arms bridal style he gently laid you against chest. You stirred slightly mumbling something that was about him and frowning before hiding your face against him and going back into a deep slumber.
All Adam could do was let out a deep sigh. The weight of his actions sitting heavy in his body.
Walking down the long hallway to end where y’all’s bed room was he didnt let go of you until he psychically felt the bed at his knees lowering you softly on your side of the mattress.
Adam changed into plaid pants before laying down next to you. He didn’t dare pull you into him, he didn’t deserve to. Instead he just laid there staring at you quietly snore every so often brushing hairs out of your face.
In the morning he knew he would have a lot of apologizing and making up to be doing.
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Side note: let me know if I should write more for him.
Oh I’m ABSOLUTELY making a request for my fav Magical Himbo…. ♥️
Prince Adam x Fem reader.. mutual pining??
I just Know shy babygirl Adam is the type to YEARN!!! He Pines!! He falls and he falls HARD!!
…. And then he literally Tripps over his own feet and falls right on his beautiful face, or walks right into a wall because he was staring at the Reader…
Maybe reader is a friend of his from when he was on Earth? And she actually believed him about Eternia because as it turns out….. she’s a Witch..
And she’s so Obviously in Love with Adam that even Duncan… who said so himself.. isn’t good with “Feelings” can tell she’s Smitten….
Maybe RomCom-Esk shenanigans over how Adam and the Reader finally realize they Like each other??
Small Miracles
A/N: This is like 4k words. I focused on some part of this request maybe a lot more than others... forgive me. BUT I fell in love with this concept. I could go back and make this a full-fledged multichapter fic tbh
If you were to ask any given person on Earth whether they believed in miracles, chances are that they’d say no.
The Earth, and the universe for that matter is a mundane place, a place of science, not fate. You lie in your bed, yes, but somebody has to make it first. At the same time, many humans justified the unjustifiable by simply saying that it just happened. Not a miracle. An accident if anything. The big bang? A coincidence. Not a miracle. Earth being the only planet that humans have discovered with life? A coincidence. Not a miracle. Not some proof of a higher being. Just… an accident concerning some hot water and the need for energy to be moved and transformed.
You were not ‘any given person’. You knew that miracles existed. You had witnessed them and found yourself unable to explain them in any other way than the fact that the universe wanted it to be this way, so it was.
Miracle No. 1
Magic was real. And you could do it.
It wasn’t real in the way that people wished it would be. It wasn’t lightning bolts coming out of your hands or raising people from the dead. No, It was simple things like keeping your coffee the perfect temperature.
Despite how mundane it seemed to you, you had never met another person who claimed to be able to do such tricks. You fall into the easy habit of just not talking about it. People didn’t generally respond well to miracles, let alone claiming that you possessed one. Besides, you’d been a witch your whole life, it didn’t feel extraordinary at this point, it felt like routine. Encouraging your plants to grow with a little spell was as natural as getting out of bed or commuting to work. Which is to say, it’s nothing worth telling.
But most unexpectedly to you came-
Miracle No. 2
Your best friend was a space prince.
This would have sounded insane had miracle no. 1 not occurred first. You met him on a college course. Small Group Communication to be exact, not exactly a thrilling class on your end, but the nerd was a communications major so of course he didn’t hate it.
You were in a group of three, and the project had been to simply introduce yourselves, as an exercise in talking to new people and cooperating with strangers. And he had gone off on this tangent about dead parents and faraway planets and villains with skull faces.
The third member in your group laughed. He had assumed that the story was just a way to get through a required course. Adam, as he had introduced himself, insisted that he was being honest, looking confused. And when he had shoved out of his desk and started down the hallway, shoulders hunched over, you saw the consequences of small miracles.
People didn’t generally respond well to miracles.
“I believe you.” You called from behind him as you tried to catch up. It didn’t take much effort because upon hearing your voice Adam stumbled on his feet, caught off guard, before turning to look at you. He had the spark of a spooked animal in his eye as he tried to evaluate what you were saying. The two of you stood like that, as if stuck in time, each trying to figure the other out.
“You do?” Adam’s voice wavered, but there was no other sign that he was hurt about what had happened in class.
You gestured back to the room, “I bet people give you that same response every time, don’t they?” Adam nodded at your words, and you realized he didn’t look spooked, he looked tired.
“So then why don’t you lie about it?” That’s what you did. It worked really well too. To this day you had only been caught once or twice using your magic by others, and even in those cases it was plausibly brushed off as nothing.
“I can’t just lie about who I am.” Adam turned his torso to finally face you, and in response you took a few steps closer to him so that you were a friendly distance from each other.
However, the conversation ended was a blur in your memory. All that you knew was that from that day on you and Adam were a unit. You sat by him in that class every day, end up studying at each other’s apartments, and you’d find yourselves stargazing and discussing the secrets of the universe.
Despite it all, you did not tell him about your peculiarities. He had never really asked why you believed him, so you never told him. Besides, you had gotten very good at not telling people things.
You liked to believe that sometimes poor oblivious Adam did notice. Like when you’d studied for hours and his coffee would still be the perfect temperature. Or when the moldy vegetables in his fridge suddenly weren’t moldy at all. Or when it would rain and he’d stay strangely dry.
You told yourself that you did it because he was your friend. Which was true. But that wasn’t the whole truth and you knew it. You couldn’t outrun it after you were no longer in the same classes as him. You couldn’t outrun it when you graduated college. And you couldn’t outrun it when you two eventually grew into adults with your own lives and jobs. You couldn’t outrun the fact that you wanted him to be yours so badly.
At first you tried to convince yourself that it was because you were both a bit strange. But as time passed you noticed the glow in his eyes when he’d talk about the sunsets on Eternos and the stories of golden days that his mother used to tell. You noticed how he went out of his way to say hi to everyone and help those he could. You even fell for him when he was literally falling – there was something charming about his clumsiness. But you had no indication that he liked you back. Adam’s kindness was inclusive of everyone, you were not special.
Which is why you despised-
Miracle No. 3
You were deeply smitten – in love even – with your best friend.
You had debated for a long time if this was a miracle or a curse; wanting someone you could never fully have. Yes, he was your best friend, and therefore you had him. You had him at your apartment multiple times a week. You had him to go on adventures with. You had him to listen when you needed an ear. But he wasn’t yours.
But he was just too wonderful to be a curse. So this lovely and horrid feeling in your chest that made you want to hold his hand had to be a miracle.
It hadn’t crept up on you like that initial puppy crush had. The two of you had dinner together. It wasn’t a fancy date or anything, it was an afternoon run to Taco Bell after work, but while you had eaten it had started raining outside.
The two of you stood in the doorway debating if you should just run for it or wait it out. It had been a blur really. You couldn’t remember who ran first but you did remember that he ended up ahead of you, running in the rain, turning back to make sure that you were still with him, laughing all the way. You didn’t even think about how your shoes were soaked through or how freezing cold you were.
The only thing you could remember clearly was reaching his apartment building, out of breath, dripping water all over the floor in the entry way. He had stooped over, hands on knees, head hanging as he tried to catch his breath. And then he looked up at you, his eyes glowing. They were crinkled in the corner as Adam beamed up at you for that one moment before dramatically dropping it back down, but that moment was enough.
It had felt as though you had been struck in the chest with how strongly the feeling dawned on you. Adam was pretty. And standing in that cruddy apartment building, frozen to the bone, you realized that you were too far gone.
That night he offered to let you stay. After all it was raining, and even if he had a car, neither of you mentioned it. As you made your way up the stairs you mumbled a little word of repelling, to dry you guys off only slightly. The two of you took turns showering, and once you got out you realized that your clothes were still soaked. Adam ended up lending you what must have been his baggiest Star Wars shirt and a pair of plaid pants, handing them through the door while awkwardly making a point to let you know that he was not looking. It was an overwhelming amount of fabric. You didn’t know that Adam even needed this sized clothing.
When you came out, Adam’s eyes locked onto you, and you watched as his cheeks turned red. You almost would’ve believed it was a blush as his eyes scanned how swamped you looked in his clothes, had he not started laughing a split second later at how silly you looked.
Later, the two of you sat on his couch, a cheesy action movie in the background. You could feel Adam look over at you.
“Why did you believe me?” He asked softly.
You looked back at him, and you knew you’d never seen Adam look so vulnerable.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
Adam shrugged, “No one else has.” He looked back at the movie, trying to act like he didn’t care. But you knew he cared. You’d never known Adam to talk about something that didn’t matter to him, whether it was his sword or his home or the people he helped at his job. He was so earnest and you knew that he couldn’t be any other way if he tried. You didn’t want him to try.
You swallowed the nervous butterflies in your stomach and scooted closer to him on the couch. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb in circles to ease his mind.
“I think people try too hard to make the world make sense. I believe you because the world is a weird place, where strangle little miracles happen every day.”
Adam gave you a lopsided grin, “Is that a new way to tell me I’m crazy?”
You shook your head slightly, “I’m being serious Adam,” you allowed yourself to settle into the couch next to him, shoulders brushing, “it’s crazy what people will ignore simply because they can’t allow themselves to believe it.”
And when you fell asleep on his shoulder during the movie, he didn’t mention it. And if he gently wrapped his arm around you as you dozed off, you didn’t mention it.
Miracle No. 4
There is a spaceship in the park.
You’ve lost the plot to be frank. You thought your minor superpowers was an oddity but now your best-friend-and-crush has a magical sword that he stole and there is a spaceship here to pick him up and take him home.
Adam had his hand on your shoulder and was looking between the ship and you, “I have to go. And I can’t go unless you come with me.”
The idea terrified and excited you. When you first discovered that Adam was a space prince you had entertained the idea of going to his home planet. You had imagined him showing you all of the places you had only heard about through his drawings and his stories. You had not imagined this decision needing to be made as an alien creature crashed its way through the city behind you.
Before you had even fully made up your mind, Adam was tugging you by the wrist towards the ship and it dawned on you that the beast was crashing through the city specifically towards you. Upon that realization you found yourself stumbling after Adam onto the steely ship and into the great unknown.
The seats were in rows of two, so Teela (if you had heard that name correctly) and Adam settled in the front while you ended up in the seat behind Teela. Adam glanced back at you, as if to make sure that you were still there, giving you a small smile before turning back to the front to ask Teela as many questions as he could.
You watched the two of them. They interacted so easily, even with fifteen years of distance between them. You looked at how he smiled at her, how they reminisced about old memories, how comfortable he seemed. You couldn’t remember him ever looking at you like that. But then again, it was unreasonable to expect him to.
You wished you had a spell to remove the lump in your throat.
Miracle No. 5
Magic on Eternia was way more potent than magic on Earth.
The ship entered the atmosphere, and you suddenly felt as though someone had touched a live wire to your veins. You felt as though there was a new energy coursing through your veins. If you tried to keep your coffee warm now, you’d surely explode the cup. If you tried to keep your plants healthy, you’d surely grow a whole new forest.
On the outside you just shifted in your seat a little, feeling jittery. Adam’s eyes drifted from his battered homeland back to you. He gave a look that asked, ‘are you ok?’ and you nodded in response, allowing him to turn back to the planet he’d spent so long away from.
The energy followed you underground, into a room with all of his childhood heroes, into a cell with a robot and drunkard, all the way to the landing dock where the spacecraft had been sat. The energy building in your soul didn’t truly come to fruition until the ship was engaged in air combat, with a newly powered Adam fighting with them outside of the ship, and Drunk-an trying to hold his gun straight.
It all came to a peak when you saw a blast coming for the ship that Adam didn’t see and that Duncan was incapable at stopping, and in your panic and your adrenaline you threw out your hands and the ship crumpled as if hitting an invisible wall. And your world went black.
When you came to, the ship had landed. No, it had crashed. You were stranded in a forest the same color as a burning flame in the setting sun. It was almost beautiful enough to distract you from the fact that you were in space on a strange planet. On the fact that, for the first time in your life, you had used your gift in front of another human being. Adam would reasonably be mad at you for lying.
Next to you sat Duncan, shaving and drinking out of a cannister that he definitely didn’t have before.
“You’ve decided to wake up, have you?”
You tried to sit up, but your whole body screamed in protest, “Where’s Adam?”
Duncan scoffed, “Usually you start with ‘hello’ or ‘thank you for saving my butt’” He didn’t make eye contact as he continued to scrape his face.
You furrowed your eyebrows, “You didn’t start with that either.”
“Well, I know who you are. That boy hasn’t shut up about you since he came back.” That boy… meaning Adam. You couldn’t believe your ears. Adam had “shut up” about you plenty considering that he had just received literal superpowers and returned to his homeland for the first time in fifteen years. This guy had to be nuts to think that you were at all a priority here.
You tried again to sit up, this time being able to rest on your elbows, “How much have you had to drink?”
“Not nearly as much as I normally do, now lie back down.”
You refused to comply even though there was a steadily increasing pain in your head at this position, “You couldn’t be more wrong. Adam couldn’t shut up about Eternia or his sword on Earth. Now that he’s back he wouldn’t spend all of his time focused on me.”
Duncan side eyed you, but continued shaving, “That might have been true before you crushed a ship in midair with your mind and then nearly fell out of the ship unconscious. If lover boy hadn’t caught you, you wouldn’t be alive. Now lay back down.”
You still refused to lay back down, “We’re just friends.”
Duncan full out laughed this time, “Do YOU want to be just friends?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“If you don’t lay back down, I’m going to knock you back out myself. You’re looking sicker by the minute.”
You groaned, finally letting your elbows out from under you and laying back down. You couldn’t figure out what Duncan was going at with all of this lover boy crap. Adam was just your friend and he treated you as such. Any friend would ask their best friend to go to their home planet. And any friend would catch that best friend when they nearly fall out of the sky. And it was also a friend thing when you knew how it felt when he ghosted his lips over your forehead that night that it rained, almost a kiss, but not quite. And how you felt him hesitantly pull back… it was all just best friend stuff.
“No, now sit back up I can hear you thinking about him over there.” Duncan said, finishing up his shave job.
“Why do you care so much about what I’m thinking about?” You snapped at him, sitting up far too fast. You’re forced to take a moment to steady yourself.
Duncan sighed, “Look. I’m not a feelings guy, ok?” He looked over at you, “You’re starry eyed for this boy and he’s completely crazy for you and if you can’t admit it sooner or later, I’m setting of one of my bombs before Skeletor can even get his hands on us.” Duncan’s eyes flicked to a spot over your shoulder, then back at you.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Yes, it is.” His eyes flicked over your shoulder again.
“Ducan, I’ve been his friend since college, and I never told him about my magic. And then when he does find out I have it, I almost die. Everything else aside, that’s enough for me to not deserve him.”
Duncan raised an eyebrow, “And what is everything else?”
“Ok maybe I do like him!” You threw one hand up in exasperation, the other keeping you upright. “Maybe I like him and I want to be close to him, and I want to hear him laugh. Maybe I want to be the girl he comes home to and maybe I want him to feel the same way!”
Duncan looked over your shoulder one more time before shifting to his feet, “That’s disgustingly mushy. But at least you finally told him.” With that, Duncan turned and started walking away.
“That doesn’t even make sense, what do you even mean?” You squinted after him, head throbbing through the pain. Duncan tossed a hand over his shoulder, thumb pointed behind him, and behind you.
Your heart dropped in your chest. You turned your head slowly, no choice with the pain you were in, and lo and behold, your best friend in the whole wide world was standing there, a witness to your confession.
His face was beet red, his eyes wide open with the pupils blown. He held his mouth agape as if he simply couldn’t believe what he had heard. He was still in his powered form, and for the first time since he had obtained it, you had time to truly observe. His hair had fanned out, looking nearly golden in the setting sun. Heck, all of him looked golden. His shoulders had widened and his arms- dear God his arms. Adam had gone from being your super handsome best friend to a nearly ethereal being. But then again, he did now possess the power of the gods, it was fitting that he looked the part too.
The only thing you could think of doing was to turn back around, wishing for the ground to swallow you whole.
“I’m sorry Adam, you weren’t meant to hear that.” You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to lay down and sleep, your eyes turned to the ground.
Adam didn’t respond, however. You didn’t even hear him moving. You sat there debating if he had simply walked away, but when you turned around to check, he was still there. His expression had changed; the shock was gone. Instead, he looked both bewildered and relieved.
Much to your surprise, the first thing that he said, after a minute or two of silence, was, “I’m so glad you’re awake.”
You placed your open hand on the ground, playing with the dirt, “You’re allowed to be mad at me.”
“Why would I be mad?” Adam’s smile dropped at the insinuation that he’d be mad at you.
You shrugged, “I didn’t tell you about my magic. I didn’t tell you about my feelings. I nearly fell out of the spaceship.”
“Well- I mean, why didn’t you tell me about your magic?” Adam slowly began stepping his way towards you.
“It wasn’t nearly this strong on Earth. There I could only really do small tricks, warming drinks and all that.”
Adam’s eyebrows went up, and you could see his amused expression as he came to stand above you, “Is that why my coffee was always the perfect temperature?” Adam lowered himself so that he was sat right next to you.
You nodded, keeping eye contact with him, “Yeah. You deserved the perfect coffee.”
Now at the same level as you, Adam’s shoulder brushed yours. His face was still ruby red, and his eyes flicked back and forth across your face as if he was nervous.
“I thought I lost you there for a moment.” He whispered, “I- I thought I’d never get to tell you, when you passed out, I mean.” He briefly turned his face away from yours as he tried to piece his words together. When he looked back at you, for the first time ever, you noticed Adam’s eyes flick down towards your lips for a moment, only a moment. You wondered if he had ever done that before and you just hadn’t noticed.
Adam’s eyes were a deep hazel, and in them you could see years of love and adoration that you’d ignored out of fear. You could see it clearly now. His red cheeks when he saw you in his clothes, the forehead kiss, begging you to come to his home with him, all of it pointed towards the truth behind it all-
Miracle No. 6
Your best friend was in love with you.
Before you had a moment to figure out what to do next, Adam’s hand had found its way to your jaw, stroking it gently. His eyes moved down to your lips again, but he didn’t lean in any further, stuttering out the start of a sentence that sounded like ‘I’ll only do it If you want me to-‘the rest of it getting lost as you closed the gap.
This was a miracle that you were going to respond well to.
adam glenn nsfw alphabet ✶ fem!reader, smut ahead!!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
adam is so soft about you after. he gets you a glass of water, run you a shower & sit on the closed toilet lid talking to you through the steam and/or get in with you, make you a sandwich whilst you getting changed. just wanting to make sure you’re okay.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he’s shamelessly obsessed with your boobs, big or small. hes not even subtle either if you wear a low cut top it’s OVER for him & his brain short-circuits. expect him to always wanna be holding them or kneading them when making out.
for himself, he wouldn’t have anything specific since he got picked on when he was younger, but he does like how much bigger he is now. also if he does have to chose something, it would probably just be his biceps because you seem to like them A LOT (tehe)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
i don’t think he would like cuming on you all that much. might do it once or twice but he is waaaayyyy more into the idea of you being the one who cums on him. especially if you’ve been grinding on his chestMMM he loves it
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
before you two were official, he was absolutely a down bad pervert. always trying to catch a glimpse of your breasts when you lean forward, and then acting like a he wasn’t if you saw him staring. once he stole a pair of your undies and you never saw them again (he would rather die than confess), and he kept them like some kind of pathetic little trophy because he couldn’t have you yet. they got thrown out after the first night you two kissed.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he’s had sex once or twice before, but he’s nowhere near as experienced as you. he’s a little nervous the first few times, as all he wants is to make you feel good. and once he realises you like taking the lead, he melts into it, all eager and grateful and trying so hard to be good.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
he loves when you’re on top. loves loves loves it. it’s like his religion. especially the view of you breast in his face & how easy it is for him to grab one in his mouth and suck on it.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he’s not cracking jokes per say, but he is talkative in a breathless, needy way. will talk and ramble about how much he wants this, and how much he loves you the whole time.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he’s pretty tidy, and keeps up to date with grooming & he’s darker in the downstairs department compared to his head hair.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he’s so romantic it’s stupid. he loves holding eye contact, his hands always find some part of your body to caress whether it be your waist, your thighs, etc, he’ll be touching it. he’ll kiss you mid-anything just because he likes the feeling of you lips on his.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
before you, it wasn’t really his thing. he did it, sure, but it wasn’t obsessive. and then you showed up and suddenly he can’t go to sleep without thinking about you — your laugh, the way you look at him, the tiny mean things you say when you’re flirting. it’s not even always explicit in his head half the time it’s just the feeling you give him. he’d get all worked up and then feel guilty about it, and then do it again the next night anyway. stopped doing it as much when he had finally had you though.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
he’s mostly vanilla, but he loves when you’re a little bossy. he also has a small, thing for being teased in public. nothing too wild, just you sliding a hand up his thigh under a table … OOO he loves it.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
he prefers the bedroom over anything. but he is absolutely not immune to impulse. if you tug him into the changing room whilst your buying new clothes just to kiss him until he’s dizzy, he’s going along with it.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
like what i said before, you being dominant makes his brain turn into soup. any kind of command, any kind of “be good,” and he’s finished
he also loses it when you do domestic stuff. you cooking for him, the two of you getting ready together in the morning …. he LOVES it. will always interrupt you and it will always end in either a quick make out or him eating you out.
also can definitely see him going crazy if you ever wear some eternia fashion.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he doesn’t want to actually hurt you, ever. he’s okay with being a little rough if he knows you want it, but anything that feels mean in a real way is a hard no.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
MUNCH KING!!!111!!1!!, always so enthusiastic when getting the opportunity to eat you out. could do it for HOURS and HOURS and HOURS. don’t get me wrong, he likes receiving too, but he’ll always prefer the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his legs more than anything.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he’s a messy mix of desperate and gentle. he just wants you all the freaking time that it makes it hard for him to go slow, but he does want to appreciate you as much as he can.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
quickies happen a lot, mostly because he’s almost always half a second away from getting a boner when around you. he’ll try to be patient, & a good boyfriend, but it never actually works.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he’ll take risks if you make him feel safe about it. he’s not the one who suggests something wild first, but he will absolutely follow your lead if you’re confident. he prefers getting home before things go too far, though like what i said, is not opposed to certain exhibitions.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he has ridiculous stamina, and he’s kind of smug about it once he realises. the most you’ve done in one session is probably 7–8 rounds, and after, he’s so proud of himself
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
doesn’t really get it at first and he’s a little intimidated by the concept. not in a judgmental way more like “am i not enough?”. low-key comes around once you bring up the concept of pegging him though 😊😊😊
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he prefers being teased, which is unfortunate for him because you’re so so good at it. he’ll try to tease you back sometimes but realistically, he just ends up teasing himself and always breaks first.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he’s is SO FREAKING LOUD. he’s not trying to be, but he forgets how to be quiet when he’s overwhelmed. he makes these soft, pathetic little sounds when you’re teasing him and then deeper ones when he finally loses control. he’ll try to muffle himself with a pillow once & fail immediately. you have gotten many noise complaints.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he would absolutely let you peg him if he trusted you enough. he’d be nervous, but he’d be weirdly into it. wants to do it a lot after the first time.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
he’s big. maybe 6inches when soft and up to 8 inches when hard. he’ll act like it’s no big deal, but if you ever compliment him, it boosts his ego so hard.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
his sex drive is ridiculous. he got worked up just being around you before you two were dating, and that didn’t go away once you were if anything, it got worse because now he can have you and he’s addicted to it. he’d have you in his lap all day if you let him. and even when you’re not doing anything “sexy,” he’s still thinking about you in that manner. you’re just so beautiful to him all the time
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
like what i said earlier, he’ll do everything for you to make sure you’re okay but once he knows you are he will be lights out almost immediately.
request Hey! I was wondering if you might write some Adam Glenn with a plus size reader? Maybe she doesn’t think she’s good enough for him and he’s like ‘that’s the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen’ if not that’s ok. Have a good day!
authors note changed it a little as i don’t really enjoy self deprecating stuff but i hope you still like it!! very short and not proofread.
when adam started working in HR, he never expected to meet the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life. don’t get him wrong, he thought most women were beautiful, but this was something else entirely. it was otherworldly, really (which was ironic, considering he was actually otherworldly).
it was almost embarrassing how obvious he was. he’d catch himself looking up whenever you walked past his little cubicle, like his head moved on its own. his coworkers noticed, too. they’d nudge each other and smirk whenever you were nearby, and one of them even asked him once, half-laughing, “why don’t you just ask her out? it’s not like she’d have many other suitors.
adam didn’t understand that at all. he was sure many men were lining up at your door just waiting for a sliver of your attention, just like him. if anything, he figured you probably had to dodge invitations like they were flying objects.
and then, one morning, he got the attention he wanted.
you knocked on his thin cubicle wall. “hey, adam? do you have a second?”
he immediately dropped everything he was doing and stood up so fast he nearly bumped his knees on the desk. “of course. definitely. yes. please, sit.” he gestured too enthusiastically to the chair across from him, and you sat down. it took him barely a millisecond to sit too, leaning forward. “so,” he said, trying to sound casual and failing, “what can i do for you?”
you smiled, but it looked a little strained. “this is going to sound stupid,” you let out a small laugh, “but you’re HR, so i thought i’d ask if you could do anything about some of the people in the office commenting on…” you trailed off and gestured vaguely toward yourself.
adam furrowed his brows. “on what?”
you sucked your teeth. “my body.”
“oh my god.” adam’s face dropped. he was shocked, and for a split second his mind went in the completely wrong direction. he didn’t realise that you meant people were commenting on your body in a negative manner. his first thought was that they were talking about you in a sexual way which was making you uncomfortable. “that’s awful. what have they been saying?”
you shook your head quickly. “i don’t really want to talk about it.”
“yeah, no. no, i get it,” he said, trying to be reassuring.
you breathed out, letting yourself be annoyed for a second. “they’ve just been saying i should, you know… lose a few pounds. or stop eating so much.” you rolled your eyes. “like, it’s nothing i can’t deal with. i am confident in my body. but it just sucks to hear it when our workplace keeps labeling itself as inclusive.”
adam blinked, his confusion creeping in slowly.
“wait, i’m sorry,” he said, carefully. “lose weight? why would anyone want you to do that?”
you lifted your shoulders in a small shrug, like you didn’t want to make it a bigger thing than it already was.
“you’re beautiful,” he blurted. and then his whole body froze, because he realised what he’d just said and his face went hot. “not that i mean that i find you- i mean, i do, i definitely do,” he stammered, immediately regretting every word as it left his mouth. “i’m just saying that, like, objectively. lots of people would think that. and anyone who wants you to change is probably just… jealous. or hateful. because you’re gorgeous. again, not coming from me, coming from- from other people. other people in the world.” he was rambling now, and he knew he was rambling, but he couldn’t stop. his brain was short-circuiting in real time. “they think you’re gorgeous.”
you stared at him for a second, and then you gave a small, amused smile. “right.” you stood up, slowly, your eyebrows slightly furrowed, not completely sure on how well that talk went.
adam took in a deep breath, forcing his shoulders to relax. “thank you,” you said, softer. “and if you could deal with some of them, i’d appreciate it.”
“i will,” adam said immediately. “i promise. i’ll handle it.” he sounded almost fierce about it, which made him even more embarrassed, but he meant it.
you turned to leave, and his heart dipped because he thought that was it. that was the moment. the closest he’d ever get. and he’s fucked it massively.
but then you paused at the entrance of his cubicle and looked back over your shoulder.
“and maybe we should get dinner sometime, by the way,” you said. your eyes flicked over him, playfully. “i think you’re beautiful too.”
and then you walked away.
adam sat there for a second, staring at the spot where you’d been standing, then slowly lowered his head into his hands.
“oh my god,” he whispered to himself, happily, because it was the only sentence his brain could form.
your boyfriend is really into his d&d campaign. sometimes it seems like he forgets it's just pretend. because obviously it is, right? {silly & fluffy, adam panicked one day and said orko was the dm. no real warnings afaik, lmk if i missed anything!!}
adam is talking with his hands again.
this is difficult, given that his head is in your lap and his left bicep is trapped against one of your sofa's cushions, but he's managing. he's been talking for—you check the clock—twenty minutes now, about his latest d&d session, and his hands have been going the whole time, painting the shape of snake mountain in the air above him. given how many times he's described it, you think you have a pretty good idea of what it must look like.
you continue diligently carding your fingers through his hair. if the story goes on any longer, you figure you'll give him a few braids to switch things up.
“so cringer is in this glass cage, right, balanced on the edge of a cliff-”
“mmhm?”
“-and he knows it's a trap! he's trying to warn he-man, but the glass is too thick and nobody can hear him.”
“that's awful to do to a cat. your dm- what was his name, okra or something? he's an ass.”
“he's a really big cat.” adam gestures largely and pushes his head back into your hand, almost involuntarily. who's the real cat? you think, scratching lightly at his scalp. “but you're right, it was very mean. and it's orko, baby, not okra.”
“orko! sorry. i'll remember this time, swearsies. what happened next?”
“okay, so cringer runs into the glass and knocks the cage off the edge of the cliff, so i, or, he-man, has to move around the trap to catch him.”
“sorry, cringer threw himself off of a cliff?”
“to save me, yeah.” he's looking up at the ceiling with a sort of unguarded expression you rarely get to see. “he's a good cat.”
adam gets like this, sometimes, talking about his sessions. when things get tense, when one of his friends' characters get hurt, when someone goes out of their way to protect him.
he neglects, often, but especially during these moments, to refer to his character in the third person. "he-man" and the man you hold in your arms are suddenly one and the same. endeared as you are, something about it nags at you.
your right hand slides down from his hair until you're cradling his cheek in your palm. “he's the best cat. keep going?”
adam shifts, smiling up at you all pretty and wistful, and the fondness that rises in you makes you feel sick. you want to crack open your ribs and let him settle inside. instead, your thumb swipes over his cheekbone.
he melts into your touch and keeps going. he's saying something about the sword of power, miming with enthusiasm. you should be worried about how narrowly he's avoiding backhanding you, but your useless brain is all caught up in how pretty he looks when he's passionate about something.
there's more, of course. teela is trapped, some sort of beast-thing attacks he-man with a whip, and evil-lyn—whose name always gets an amused huff out of you—does something-or-other with her wand.
“still with me, princess?”
“uhh-huh.”
you're not, really. you're staring at his lips now. there's absolutely no denying it, so adam puckers up, accompanied by a vile wet smoochy-sound.
“noo, ew, you ruined it,” you say, words drawn out with stifled laughter. you move your hand over his mouth and he changes course, kissing your palm instead.
“i was being charming and romantic!”
“you were spitting on me,” you say squishing his cheeks as well as you can with one hand. he takes your wrist gently, moving your arm to drape over his abdomen instead.
“i thought we shared everything!”
“i could do without the spittle,” you faux-grumble.
"wait, wait!" adam sits up suddenly, nearly headbutting you. "i didn't even tell you what i did with that pepper orko gave me!"
a/n: adam is clingy and touch starved #trust.. not crazy about this, but i wrote half of it at work so i'm kind of reaping what i've sewn unfortunately💔 title is the weezer song bc they talk about d&d and it was the first thing i thought of. i read through it Once kind of so lmk if anything sucks or if anything rocks thank you🩷
a/n 2: i really am not confident in my use of — if anyone could tell👎 pray for me in these trying times
a/n 3: someone who is good at writing should steal this and do it better thanks in advance
May I suggest the humble request of cuddling with Adam 👉🏾👈🏾
I'm going to do headcanons if that's alr (hmu if you want a whole fic)
Cuddling with Adam Headcanons
Adam is. so awkward. So when the relationship starts getting a little less casual he is extremely unsure of what lines he is allowed to be crossing.
We saw in the movie and I like to believe that he has a lot of first date experience... but probably not much after that.
So essentially he doesn't know how to initiate cuddling. he doesn't know how to ask. But dear god he wants to so badly.
One time he tried to do the "yawning-over-the-shoulder" trick while watching a movie with you but he chickened out at the last second and his arm just lay on the back of the couch behind you while he was practically shaking at the mere thought of proximity.
You hold his hand in public? In private? His hands will clam up instantly. What do you mean you're holding his hand are you sure this is ok I mean yeah you initiated it but-
You have to basically throw yourself at/on him or he will not get the clue that he is allowed to snuggle up.
but once you open that gate?
he loves pulling you into his side and tucking your head into his neck. And when he does that he'll wrap his arms around you and maybe he'll hum some song that you begin to associate with him because he's the only one you ever hear sing it.
Also loves laying on top of you. In his powered form he can't do it for long because that's just a slab of muscle, but when he's himself he loves resting his head on your chest, your legs on either side of his torso.
Adores it when you play with his hair.
One time you braided it for him while he laid in your lap and it looked a bit silly due to the angle you did it at and you had to beg him to take them out so he wouldn't get weird looks at work.
He'd ask you to braid it properly a couple of days later, even if it was still a bit short, and he'd leave it in for as long as it looked nice.
Loves leaning on you. Like idk if you guys have had a dog sit next to you and just lean their whole body weight on you but I have and the dog was probably bigger than I was and thats what Adam does.
He'd be shocked too, when you tip over and he's on top of you because you just could not support that much active pressure on one side.
Reaches for you when he sleeps. Even when he's off saving the universe and you aren't there.
Drools just a little bit when he sleeps too. You can think its cute or gross or whatever but it's very human and he does do it I am sorry.
If you are there he'll pull you in and HE IS VERY WARM so hope you like sleeping warm.
Oh yeah. You know, especially after gaining his powers but also before, that this man is so physically temperature-ally hot.
Before his powers his hands tended to be cold because of anxiety or just being too tall for his blood to circulate or something but he was overall warmer than usual.
He-Man is a human furnace. He-Man could get you through a night in Antarctica
When he's holding you while cuddling he'll randomly roll over. Just to keep you on your toes.
Butterfly kisses.
But kissing headcanons is a whole 'nother story...
in which adam shows up to take you on a date. {fluff, insecurity, reader is called beautiful/gorgeous. they're both kind of characterized inconsistently. this is my first time publishing a fic and it's for a movie that hasn't even come out yet lol.}
“hi.”
“hi.”
adam looks absolutely adorable. you can't help but look him over as he stands stark still in your doorway all handsome and well-dressed.
“are those for me?” you ask, nodding your head towards the bouquet in his hands. his knuckles are so white around the stem, you're worried they might snap.
“yes! yes, they are,” he stammers, tearing his eyes away from your face with noticable effort. he holds them out and seems to think better of how hard he's been gripping them, loosening his fingers as he extends his arm. “for you. i hope they're alright.”
“they're beautiful,” you tell him. they are, they really are, and taking them from him leaves you feeling giddy. it's not often you have someone pining over you like this, and since you've met him, adam seems to want nothing more than to make you smile.
you do, then, flashing him a pretty grin that he reciprocates tenfold. “they're really pretty, adam, thank you. do you want to step inside while i get these in some water?”
you step back from the door, one hand resting just above the knob while the other holds the bouquet against your chest.
adam accepts the invitation, stepping inside carefully and trailing like a lost puppy when you gesture him to follow behind you.
“these are wonderful,” you say. you can't stop saying it. much to your surprise, when you take off the wrapping, the stems are fine. they've already been trimmed of their lower leaves, ready to be cut and rehomed. “you didn't have to do all of this. these are so nice.”
“of course i had to,” adam says, watching your fingers dance across the stems, careful gaze inspecting each one before you trim it down with a paring knife. “what kind of date would i be if i showed up empty handed?”
“the kind of date i'm used to.” you mean for it to sound breezy, but you're not sure it does. you want to play it cool, but the flowers and adam are both so lovely, and you can't seem to find it in yourself to care. “thank you again. i know i've said it already, but this is just so nice.”
the flowers look even better in the vase, and you're sure adam spent more on them than he'd ever admit to you. he must've gotten them from a florist, there's one only a few blocks away from your apartment and you know they take advantage of their location to jack up prices.
“i meant to say it at the door,” he starts, then stops. “you look - i mean.” he shakes his head. “you look gorgeous. you're so beautiful, i still can't believe you said yes.”
“you're pretty easy on the eyes yourself.” your face feels hot, so you turn your attention back to the flowers. “if anything, i should've been the one who was surprised. someone like you wanting to to talk to me.” you gesture vaguely at yourself. “much less go on a date.”
“someone like me?” adam asks, head tilted. he sounds genuinely puzzled, and you wish you'd been more coy. nerves looked better on him thsn the brazen curiosity; at least you were on equal footing then. you feel silly now under his teasing gaze.
“you know,” you muster. “handsome, and fit. and not full of himself about it. guys like that aren't really the type to be interested in…” your chin dips down to your neck, and you wave a hand dismissively
“in?”
“i don't know how to say it without it sounding all self-pitying”
adam is quiet for a moment, then his hand reaches across kitchen. “how about we get going, and i can spend dinner telling you just how much i like you.”
you look at his hand, offered without expectation, and take it.
his fingers close around yours, and he smiles. his smile is so pretty, you think you'd do anything if it meant he'd keep looking at you like that.
he holds the doors for you, out of your apartment and then again out of the building. your hand is warm in his, and you fall into step behind him as he leads you down the street. it's a pretty night. adam is pretty, too, and he got you pretty flowers, and he thinks you're pretty. you couldn't be happier.
he swings his arm just slightly, creating a new rhythm in tandem with your steps. “i've got us a reservation.”
you look up at him with big eyes. “you made a reservation?”
“i did.”
you look forward again. the street is warm and gold-lit, that particular hour where everything looks a little kinder than it is, and you think about how close you were to canceling tonight. you think about the fourty minutes you spent in the bathroom debating your reflection in the mirror, and the text you must've drafted and deleted a dozen times. Something came up, I'm sorry.
adam's thumb sweeps across your knuckles once, absentminded. he doesn't know about any of that, and you don't think he needs to. he knows that you opened the door, and he seems more than pleased with that.
“thank you for the flowers.” you just can't help yourself. you must seem like a fool.
“thank me as many times as you want,” he says plainly, “but you don't have to. i liked picking them out.”
you believe him when he says it. he sounds so genuine, you have a hard time believing anything else. you tighten your fingers around his hand in silence, letting the sounds of the city comfort you.
a/n: thank you for reading (: any feedback is welcome! please please please lef me know about any typos/grammatical errors/issues🤒 hope this was decent at the very least!!
can you do geeky girlfriend x adam glenn ? :3 pretty pls and ty !!
Questions and Questions
A/N: Gosh I love the idea of Adam being so down bad that he's terrified of leaving you here on earth and I love even more the idea that you're obsessed with your space prince boyfriend with the cool sword
Your boyfriend had shown up at your door nearly a month after videos on the internet of him flying off in a spaceship had gone viral. You knew that he’d come back for you eventually, he had proven time and time again that he would. So you had waited, and here he was just as you had expected.
But not how you had expected.
Adam looked at you as if he was ready to be scolded, hazel eyes round with apprehension. His form – much larger than you remembered – hunched over on itself as if trying to shrink into the floor.
“Yes?” His eyes darted across your face.
You tried to stay stern, fighting back an excited grin, “You have a sword.”
Indeed, he did. Strapped across his back was the very sword he had been filmed stealing. The same sword that the city cameras had caught a monster trying to steal from him. The same sword that he had left in the spaceship with. It was wrapped in a leather harness, as if he was trying to conceal it, but neither he nor the sword were particularly discrete.
Adam glanced over his shoulder at the sword, as if he had forgotten it was there, before looking back at you, “I can explain-“
“-Do you know how cool that is??? Why didn’t you take me with? I mean I know that you told me you were a space prince but I mean it was actually pretty hard to grasp without any other proof. But you’re from space? Do you have different organs? Can you breath without oxygen? And the sword, what is it made of..?”
You carried on with your questions, not giving Adam the space to actually answer any of them. After you began asking about the biological landscape of Eternia he took the liberty of stepping past you into your apartment. You follow, still stammering, a wide grin on your face. Only when he guides you to sit on your couch and sits across from you do you take a breath.
Despite your excitement, he’s still looking at you quite nervously, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes unable to meet yours.
“So… you’re not mad at me for leaving so suddenly?” His eyes finally locked onto yours, hands clasped in front of him.
You took a breath, “I mean, I missed you a lot. But you’ve been talking about this planet since we first started dating. And I never doubted that you’d come back.”
“You didn’t?” Adam’s eyebrows went up.
“Should I have doubted you?”
Adam’s eyes widened and he sat forward in his chair, “No- no of course not! I kept thinking about when I could come to get you the entire time.”
You smiled gently at him, “So then why are you surprised?”
Adam shifted back in his seat, leaning backwards in the process and revealing to you just how broad he had become. As he searched for his words you couldn’t help but admire the sharp ridges that peeked from under his shirt and the bounce in his hair as he ran a hand through it.
“I almost died.”
You took a breath. You hadn’t considered that he had been in danger.
“Of course I’d always come back to you, you were right to never doubt that but- I nearly died and all I could think about in that moment wasn’t my planet or my people. I could only think about you, and how I hadn’t gotten to tell you that I loved you one more time.”
You stood and approached him where he sat, stooping so that you two remained at eye level, “Are you still in danger?”
The pain on Adam’s face wavered, his warm eyes fixed on you, “No.”
You reached out a hand to cup his face. He leaned into your hand with a soft hum.
“Then I’m glad that you’ve come home to me safe and sound.”
“Speaking of home… I wanted to ask you something.” The air around him changed, still nervous, but not the dangerous kind.
“You can ask me anything, as long as I can ask you anything right back.” you hummed.
“I want you to come back with me.” He swallowed, eyes closed, “I want you to live on Eternia with me.” He spoke so softly and stiltedly, as if he was unsure about asking.
You made your decision a month ago. The minute you saw that spaceship, the minute he left you to go home, you had decided that, given the chance, you’d follow. You stroked his cheekbone as your mind wandered to what it would be like. He had told you about dragons and griffons and magic, mountains and sprawling forests and lakes of lava. He had told you about the people, talking tigers and men with fists of steel and men with skulls for faces.
You imagined his childhood home, the palace. A golden place adorned with statues and soldiers. You imagined waking up next to him in the light of a strange sun. You imagined playing with his hair as you lay there and the easygoing smile on his face as he stirred to your presence. You imagined all the places that he had promised to show you. You imagined vast libraries of foreign information for you to discover, and training to use a weapon, maybe a sword just like his. And for the briefest moment, you imagined a golden wedding, maybe a ring, maybe a choir, but certainly with him at an altar, looking at you with the fondness that always seemed to pool in his eyes when you were around.
Adam said your name quietly, pulling you out of your fantasies.
“of course I will. I’d go anywhere for you.”
The biggest grin you had ever seen broke out on Adam’s face, crinkling his eyes as he let out a soft laugh of relief, “We can visit earth whenever you want.”
“I just want to be where you are Adam.” You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “you’re it for me.”
Adam smiled impossibly wider, pulling you down on the couch next to him, “So then I suppose I should ask what your questions are for me.” He said, at ease.
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