er nimmt das andere geld auch einfach mit??

birthday man!!

OKAY SO I HAVE AN IDEA. What about established relationship domestic fluff with Adam?? Like waking up in the morning cooking breakfast that kind of stuff (I AM STARVED OF HAPPY ADAM CONTENT)

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ domestic life

.ೃ࿐ adam x reader .ೃ࿐

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ hc/drabble: how adam would be like as a domestic partner cw: cussing, fluff, established relationship, reader is lwk fem coded a/n: ME TOO ANON. ME TOO. sorry for the hold up on the adam fics btw😭🙏

alright SOO

if you're in a relationship with adam, you obviously mean a lot to him

sure, he brags about his groupies and hookups all the time, but he's never actually been in a serious relationship with any of them

and he never stays in contact with them unless he needs a quick orgasm

without a doubt he drops them all for you

so when you’re dating him, let alone living with him, you’re a lot more than a good fuck

at first, waking up and adam being the first thing you see in the morning took you a while to get used to

you’d always find an arm slung around your waist when you woke up, stopping you from leaving the bed

you found it cute at first, but it started to get annoying when adam literally would not let you get up

“adam, hon, babe, love of my life, i gotta get ready for work,” you yawned. “adaaam,” whining his name clearly did not work. unfazed, the angel only tightened his hold on you. his face buried itself deeper into the crook of your neck. “c’mon, sera won’t be happy if you’re late for the fourth time this week…” you reminded him.

“i don’t give a shit,” adam groaned, voice muffled and barely audible. you loved his morning voice: husky, low, less insufferable. “i jus’ wanna be here with you. i don’t want to hear sera’s bitching this early in the morning…” his last sentence made you laugh, earning you an annoyed growl. “fine, i guess that’s fair.”

you settled more into your shared bed, one arm slinging around adam’s neck while the other combed through his hair. adam gave you a low groan in response. “mmh… could just stay here in bed all day, with you, y’know?” usually, you would object, but this time you gave it some thought. laying in bed with your boyfriend, cuddling all day? hm. you let out a defeated sigh.

“…fine.”

“fuck yeah!”

you had actually found a way to let adam release you from the bed without him bitching about you “abandoning him”

that is, by cooking him bomb ass breakfast

the first time you cooked him breakfast was when he was deep in sleep and you were able to sneak your way out of his grasp

he wasn’t happy about you not being in bed with him, but your cooking made up for it.

an unfamiliar smell woke up adam. “[name], what the fuck is that sme- [NAME]?!” he frantically looked around for you, scanning the bedroom, the bathroom, he even checked the closet. this dumbass didnt even try following the smell. finally, adam found you in the kitchen, back facing towards him as you flipped pancakes.

he gave out a sigh of relief. almost instantly, adam pulled you into a hug from behind, head resting on your shoulder. because of the unexpected gesture, you let out a squeak. cute, he thought. “calm down, babe, s’ just me.” he chuckled. “but seriously, don’t leave me alone… i thought you got murdered or somethin’.” you whipped your head around to meet his eyes. was he serious? “first of all, this is literally heaven. secondly, i left to cook you breakfast, dummy. now go sit down or you’re not getting any.” immediately he complied.

“holy fuck.” he said, munching on a pancake. you giggled. “do you like it?” adam stared at you like you had gone crazy. “do i—do i like it? sweetheart, if i knew you cooked like a god i would’ve forced you to make every dish in the damn book.” his praise went straight to your head. you didn’t think he was capable of complimenting anyone that much but himself! still, you weren’t complaining.

not only did you make breakfast for adam, but lunch and dinner, too

when adam came home from work and found ribs on the table, he went FERAL

“baaaabe, im home,” he announced rather loudly. adam scanned the kitchen for you, instead landing his eyes on a large plate of ribs. never had adam wanted to wife someone up so bad.

“oh, adam! i just made some-“

“marry me.”

i feel like adam wouldn’t be too keen on doing chores around the house

washing dishes, doing the laundry, taking out the trash? not quite his forte

once said that it was a “woman’s job,” and you gave him a firm smack to his head (well deserved)

“adam, you NEVER do anything around here!” you complained. adam only groaned in response. “c’monn, doing the dishes won’t kill you,” “i dunno, it might.” “ADAM!”

“fine, jeez! so fuckin’ dramatic i swear…” he muttered under his breath. he reluctantly picked up a sponge and a plate and began cleaning the plate profusely fast. you leaned on the counter next to him, a smug grin on your face to which he only tsked at.

he put away the last dish, finally. “there, you happy now?” he huffed. “very.” you grabbed his face and pecked his lips once, twice. adam was taken aback at your sudden movement, nevertheless kissing you back more fervently. “mph- shit, if this is what i get for doing the dishes, i might start doing it more often.”

Lute gave reader something and dropped them off at Adam's place. Now Adam had a very clingy reader who kept kissing him and laying on him like a cat. basically, reader gets drugged by Lute and Adam has to TRY to not be an asshole. Did Reader and Lute plan this? yes. But Adam doesn't need to know that this was a ploy to get him to be nice

Niceness Ploy

(Name) was a lovey drunk. The kind of drunk to hang onto whoever she’s with and tell them how wonderful they are and how much she loves them. The kind of drunk who calls everyone on her phone just to gush about how great they are.

Lute knew this, and very purposefully got (Name) as drunk as she could without making her sick.

Once (Name) was good and sloshed, Lute dragged her ass to Adam’s house and banged on the door. Adam opened it looking confused and mildly annoyed until he registered Lute and (Name) in front of him.

“Adaaam!” (Name) cried, throwing herself at him. He caught her, steadying her on her feet. “What the fuck?”

“She’s drunk,” Lute explained. “And I have to go, something came up. Take care of her!” She flew off before Adam could even argue. “What the fuck,” he repeated. (Name) was hanging onto his waist, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“You’re sooo cute, y’know?” Cute isn’t a word Adam would describe himself with but he feels his face flush pink. “And you’re sooo drunk, did you know?” Adam said. (Name) giggled. “Just a li*hic*-little.”

Adam sighed, picking her up and carrying her inside, resigned to the role Lute had thrown upon him. He took her up to his room depositing her on his bed. “You better not throw up on my sheets. Do you feel sick?”

(Name) tried to shake her head but made herself dizzy. “No.”

Adam grabbed the remote and turned on his TV, hoping to distract (Name). But (Name) whined at him to “come here!” until Adam did. He climbed onto the bed next to her and his face heated up as (Name) snuggled into his chest.

“Relax,” she slurred when Adam tensed. Adam relaxed his body, red dusting his cheeks. He wrapped an arm around her. “Let’s watch something funny,” (Name) suggested. Adam turned on an adult cartoon.

(Name) hummed contently, pressing a kiss to Adam’s chest. Adam couldn’t blush any harder. He scowled. The great Adam didn’t blush, this was some bullshit.

But something about (Name)’s drunken affection made him warm.

“I love you,” (Name) murmured. Adam froze. “What?”

“I love you,” (Name) repeated. Adam was quiet for a minute. “You’re drunk.” “Doesn’t change the fact that I love you,” (Name) said.

Little did Adam know, this had been Lute and (Name)’s plan all along. To get (Name) drunk enough to unabashedly confess and then drop her off with Adam, who would be forced to be nice. It had worked.

“I love you too,” Adam mumbled. (Name) smiled, snuggling further into his chest. “But I’m going to pretend this never happened unless you say it again when you’re sober tomorrow.”

“Deal.”

The crowd yelling ADAAAM, LOL. every Adam is going to be haunted by what Roddy started.

The fact that Roddy’s gimmick is “crazy ex girlfriend, still very obsessed with ADAAAM, Neck Strong activist, conspiracy theorist who hates MJF” is insane.

adaaam.. i feelin chompiee.. I bites Luci bu I don thinks he noticed yets

does u ow sera kno anyones I can chomp?

-🐾🦈@chompiesharkie

Well you can chew on this teether.

*Gives it to you* that way no one gets hurt.

(via Roderick Strong - ADAAAAM!)

Oh, God, there’s an ADAAAM shirt.

*panting*

A-Adaaam- I'm baackk ;w;

-shy girl anon

Oh shit…sup

Ben ne yapabilirim demek yerine, eleştirme ve birilerinin peşine takılma...

Bir'e ulaşmak yerine bireysel doğruları ön plana çıkarma...

Bireysel çıkarları-menfaatleri toplumsal menfaatlerden üstün görme...

Ardından "Adaaam sende, bana mı kaldı sanki" düşüncesi ve hareketi...

Halbuki Liderin olmadığı yerde her "ÜLKÜCÜ" bir "LİDER" olmalıydı.

Tabii ki kaldıysa...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎊🎁🎊🎊🥳🎉🥳🎁🎉🎊

THANK YOU ADAAAM 🎉🎉🎉🎉

The thing is that… MAD WAS ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT ADAM. HE SAID “ADAM…” AND THAT’S WHEN THE ACCLAIMED ARRIVED. ADAM WHAT? ADAAAM WHAAAAAAT?

Adaaam! Cans i fwy too? 'M sick of bein' on da gwound!

Sure, get on my back and we'll fly.

Adaaam sandık boş çıktı vıttırı vızzık adamlaar

Karl guckt Tortmund "Du bleibst hier"

Achtung lang, hab alle meine Gedanken aufgeschrieben.

Wär lustig wenn jetzt versehentlich n anderer käme Faber heut maximale penner vibes sportfaber ja mensch faberboobs boah der bun iiiih jeans jan, ganz untypisch ein schuh.. ich weiß wo das drauf raus läuft mood faber mood so gehts mir auch ständig Eule, tach auch NICHT BLENDEN FABER DIE ARME EULE ein vw also aha NICHT SO ANFAHREN JAN, LASS ROSA bullshit jan, bullshit der ist ja ganz ungleichmäßig, sachmal jan hast du dir den dutt selbst so ausrasiert? ist das die Auberginenwohnung? JAAAA AUBERGINEN die spricht glaub russisch, und ich hab das verstanden. alles ist gut, alles ist gut hat sie gesagt SIE HAT IHR GUMMIARMBAND AN YAY ey hat rosa auch eins am schlüssel? ein lila band ouuu die Wohnung ist nice, gefällt mir JOSEEEF Der ist eindeutig peters faber äh vater nicht springen jetzt peter oooch rosa, wie süß das grad war… weiß ich halt… och… ahahaha das klang grad österreichisch, steffi deswegen nimmt man keine drogen, kinder aubergineeeeen haha airpods, bist ein apple girly, rosa? bandsalat? lecker, ess ich am liebsten adaaaaam jetzt kommt bebi adaaam tach leute XD jan, du klingst wie der meme weggebrezelt omg jan du siehst sus af aus ey das ist das autohauben knastguck Sweatshirt!!! ahahaha das lächeln ist hart creepy da isser, der papa schlapp schlapp überfahr ihn! dann halt nicht schön dass der josef so viele freunde hat adam was soll das? vandalismus oooch sie giest das blümli jetzt lügt sie auch noch, mensch! rosa rosa rosa biene maja söckchen!!!! alle haben ein Scheiß Verhältnis zu ihren eltern, das kommt bei jan 100% auch noch. wasn das fürn… ah. friseursalon lässt sich faber die haare schneiden? schnieke neue frisur? Petaa? hallo mensch den wir nicht kennen isser also doch aus Dortmund der peter PAHAHA WAS MACHEN DIE DA susse brille brudi da gehter der peter Autowaschanlagenmontage ja mensch, was macht er denn der josef EY NENN ROSA KEINEN BABYSITTER chillt rosa bei memo? tattoo und döner? eyy er fährt ja wirklich ins Krankenhaus! hahah weiß ich halt, das haste von rosa geklaut Jetzt sei kein Moralapostel Jan AAHA. DAS IST DER GRUND. willst nur deinen eigenen arsch retten jan. wer ist das. WAS MACHT DIE DA. WEG!!! WEG!!!! er will nur seinen kaktus bestimmt oh wie hübsch… so hübsch steht der da… oh weh… mmm lecker kuchen. ist das Bienenstich? dat stimmt. jaja Fließbandarbeit! Ford wäre stolz bei mir darfst dich auch mal melden jan ne das ist glaub apfelsträuselkuchen sieht jedenfalls lecker aus die habens echt nett Bombenbaby XD ach der parka… ist ein schöner parka war das eigentlich ne perücke? bestimmt LASS DEN KAKTUS sonst gibts schläg jan, weiß der bmw dass du fremdgehst? was hast du mit dem gemacht? ahahaha plastiksack PAHAHA ER DARF DAS ach die made wie sie da liegt XD jaja jan ist nicht unprofessionell, er entsorgt sie schön das die kinder die tradition am leben erhalten PAHAHA come on HOLS SIE RAUS, JAN RAUS UMARMEN, LOS Awwwww so ists gut faber hängt mit den coolen kids ab faber bedroht teenies, find ich gut. oppa hat ihm eine geklatscht, ja mensch glubsch nom nom. n guten nein, faber isst nur gulasch in der kantine, einmal im monat. die restliche zeit macht er Photosynthese ne wird er nicht deine mutta gute aussage. HALT DIE KLAPPE UND FRISS DEINE BOHNEN. lass das lecker pils jetzt nicht so stehen ja, Peter? ahja sicher. ich glaub eher das Gegenteil OHA Lass mich arschloch. ok. scheiß babyfilm. ok. aww zombie film und banküberfall. nein mia du bist nicht scheiße Mama. ist. im. knast. PAHAHA, sie sitzen auf meinem Platz. Papa Tochter bonding time gone wrong, in beiden Fällen. Familienversammlung. nett.

..A-Adaaam...? I-I ordered you Chinese...

-shy girl anon

Fuck yeah! Thanks