Red Taylors Version - Tumblr Posts
It's supposed to be fun,
turning twenty-one...
SCREAMING CRYING DYING EVERYTHING
Memory - Adam Stanheight / Reader
A/N this was inspired by Taylor Swift's song 'Red'
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You picked up the newspaper. It was wrinkled and cold, and aged to fit the part. You still couldn’t believe it had been so long since the accident. You still felt empty sometimes, but now that it was over, it was a little bit more manageable. Jigsaw had been arrested this time, finally. At least, that’s what it said three years ago, perhaps it wasn’t still true.
As you looked at the picture on the front page, you felt cold chills surge up inside you. It was a picture of Adam Faulkner Stanheight, in one of his more casual looks. He was smiling awkwardly, looking at the camera reluctantly, almost like he didn’t want his picture taken. You had taken it, and you remembered that moment vividly.
You had accompanied him to one of his client’s places. You had attended just for fun, despite having no real purpose being there. Adam was glad you were there, though. You both had a bunch of fun, messing around with the camera, laughing and taking selfies. Of course, this was after Adam’s photoshoot of his client. You had felt so happy, so refreshed then.
Adam had dared you to take a good picture of him. He had given you the camera, but he didn’t believe you could do it. You waited for a long time, never once keeping your eyes off your boyfriend, just waiting for the right time. You made a couple of jokes, and off-handed comments, trying to distract Adam from you.
“You can’t get me by surprise,” Adam said. “I’m too wary…”
“I don’t know about that,” you replied.
Adam raised an eyebrow at you. But little did he know, you had already outsmarted him. “Are you gonna have a smoke?”
“What?” He wondered. “I didn’t bring any cigarettes with me-”
“Are you sure about that? You know I always keep a few on me… Just for YOU.” You reached into your back pocket and held out a cigarette.
Adam eyed it distrustfully and then said, “Why… Why do you WANT me to take it? This is unlike you…”
“Well… Can you say no to this?”
Adam took it from you. “Not if you push it into my face… It’s a good thing I always keep a lighter on me for scenarios like these.”
You smirked. “Of course I do. Go on. I’ve got all the time in the world.”
Adam tilted his head at you. “What the hell? Why are you so eager for me to start smoking? This isn’t something normal.”
“No,” you assured him. “You just… look really hot when you're smoking…”
Adam laughed, and you raised the camera.
Snap!
One single picture of your beautiful boyfriend. He looked embarrassed to realize your words. “Oh, you don’t mean that…”
“Yes, I do,” you whispered. “I got a picture of you. It looks really good, baby.”
Adam grimaced, and nearly dropped his lighter. “You can’t be serious! There’s no way you got a photo. I look disgusting!”
You shook your head. “No, you don’t.”
“I love you,” you whispered the next part in real life, as you came out of your flashback.
“ ‘I love you, too,’ he said.”
The newspaper in your hands was claiming the tragic death of your beloved boyfriend, giving the grim details of Jigsaw’s game.
That moment in the client’s backyard came flooding you again. You could hear Adam’s voice in your ears loudly. “I love you, too.”
Fuck…
His hands traveled down your jaw, his eyes shining. He had pinned you to the grass after you took the picture. “Who gives a damn about the cigarette at this point? You’re looking so fuckable right now.”
You squeaked, and laughed. “No. You’re just saying that.”
“Show me the picture.”
“Okay.” You fumbled with the camera before flipping through its contents and selecting the last one. You held it up for Adam to see.
He looked at it halfheartedly. “Well, I guess I don’t look like a mess in that one. But… I still look stupid.”
You cupped his cheek. “What? No, you don’t! Of course you don’t! Come on, when will you see yourself the way I see you? You’re beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful!”
“ ‘Hardly’.” Your voice echoed around the apartment, and you sighed sadly.
Where are you, Adam? I miss you. It’s getting lonely in here.
You put the newspaper on the counter again, Adam’s secondhand smoke filling your nose and his touch corrupting your nerves. You were pulled back into the memory.
“Adam,” you grumbled unhappily, feeling your boyfriend’s breath on your neck. “Stop being so negative about yourself. You’re better than that!”
“Fine, for now.” Adam shrugged, and then started kissing you roughly on your skin.
You groaned and leaned your head back. His lips traveled down to your collar bones, and you let him have his way with you. It felt so good. “Oh, baby…”
“Hm? Like that? Good thing we’re here all by ourselves…” He glanced over at his client, who gagged, and pointed to the driveway. He was trying to indicate that, if they were gonna fuck, they were gonna have to leave. “Alright. Maybe not,” Adam added and sat up.
Your cheeks were hot and flushed, you could barely breathe. “O-Okay… Yeah, let’s leave… I… Want you now…”
Adam gathered himself up. “Sure thing, princess/prince.”
You cringed. “Don’t call me that.”
Adam smirked. “My princess/prince.”
You dashed across the yard. “Catch me!”
The flashback ended suddenly as you felt strong arms wrap around you. That familiar tangy scent wreathed around you enticingly. You melted into the embrace. “ ‘Easy. I’m faster than you anyway’...”
That was the response he gave you that day.
“Adam!” You flung yourself around and hugged him tightly.
Your boyfriend, fiance now, was smiling down at you smugly. “What? Thinking about me?”
You blushed and looked down. “Uh… Y-Yeah… I was…”
Faulkner noticed the newspaper on the counter, and he took it in his fingers gently. “What’s this doing still around?” He threw it in the basin. “You know Jigsaw’s in jail for what he did.”
You couldn’t meet your lover’s eyes. Self consciously, you mumbled, “I… know… but you weren’t here, and this is such a good picture of you. That’s why I gave it to the press all those years ago.”
Adam went rummaging through the pile of magazines. “Well, why don’t you use THIS one?” He threw you another newspaper.
The front page was splashed with the same picture of him, and the headline read:
‘Missing Adam Stanheight Still Alive?’
You gravely admitted, “That one was closer.” You looked into the basin.
“ ‘Stanheight says ‘the police were outside already when my cellmate got out. He was able to alert them to my presence.’ It was a miracle he got out, but what has he been doing this whole time’?” Adam was reading a clip from the newspaper.
“I can’t believe the police tracked your phones through all that. I mean, that one brilliant officer who thought to look BEHIND Jigsaw’s hideout, must be rich.”
“I’m glad they did, though. I woulda been dead meat.”
"And afterwards you just stayed with me to recover."
"I didn't forget."
You pulled Adam down. “I’m so sorry. Please cuddle me.”
Adam straddled you. “Anything for my sweet princess/prince.”
You wriggled. “Why do you still call me that?”
“Because that’s what you are. My royal highness.”
“Oh, stop exaggerating!”
“Hey, I learned to love myself, now it's your turn!”
You beamed at him. “Okay. I am your highness...” The words felt strange to say, and you shuddered at them.
“Better.”
"But that means you're my Survivor," you said cheesily.
"Fine by me." Adam started kissing you on the lips, and you moaned into him.
“I love you,” you whispered.
Adam’s eyes flicked down your body. “Oooh, I love my baby more than they can imagine.”
Chills ran up your spine, and you put your head on his chest. Adam hugged you close, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear, and making you feel good. This was what you needed. Oh yes, this was what you DEFINITELY needed.
Finally… You’re home…
long live all the mountains we moved- i had the time of my life with you
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