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strangunddurm · 3 years

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Pairing: Adam Sackler x fem!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Fingering, swearing, food, Stepbrother!Sackler, swearing, mentions of drugs

Slight AU Sackler? He doesn't have a sister and his dad is obviously married to your mum.

Gaining a stepsibling in your 20s was weird. You didn’t really know how to act or react. Your mother had raised you herself, so it was definitely a readjustment when she started dating and you gained this sort of father figure in your life once they got married.

He had a kid close to your age, Adam Sackler. He was infuriating, to say the least. He was cocky and always acted as if he knew what was best for you, and it was frustrating.

Thankfully, seeing as you were in your 20s and not living at home any longer, you didn’t have to put up with him too much. But it was absolute torture those holidays that you would spend at home, living under the same roof as him.

Adam was an actor, or at least he was trying to tell himself and everyone around him that he was. You didn’t really know how he made enough money to be able to afford an apartment in NYC, but you never really questioned it. Your mother would brag about how he had landed a roll in some Broadway show, but you told her that must’ve been impossible, seeing how he was incapable of being responsible enough for Broadway, you were convinced that he must’ve drugged her to get her to say something like that.

Your friends said that he just acted like any other older brother. But you couldn’t understand why he was acting that way, he wasn’t your actual brother, and therefore there was no reason for him to be behaving the way he was.

To tell the truth, you had been a bit bummed out the first time your mother had introduced you to Adam for he was Hot. Capital H (perhaps even an exclamation mark could be added at the end) Hot! But seeing how you were now siblings of sorts; it was taboo, and you definitely would not allow yourself to go there. Not that it mattered, he most likely did not reciprocate your feelings and there was no way you would humiliate yourself by hitting on him. It would enable way too much teasing on his end, and you just weren’t up for it. Besides, your mother would wring your neck if she ever found out.

Your mother, bless her heart, tried as best she could to get the two of you to get along, but it was impossible. Whenever you would try, Adam would always do something that triggered indescribable rage inside of you. Which in turn would usually trigger your flight or fight instinct and you chose to fight too often for your own good.

You never knew why Adam insisted on always being there whenever you came into town to visit your mother and stepfather. From what you had heard from your mother, Adam and his father weren’t particularly close, not close enough to spend their free time together casually at least. And before your mother had married his father, they would never spend time together outside of the obligatory Fourth of July celebrations.

But, alas, he was always there, standing on the front porch, waving obnoxiously as the taxi would pull into your mother’s drive, just as he was doing now.

He had a smug grin on his face, he knew how much he annoyed you and he loved it, it was obvious. You had never wanted for an older sibling growing up and you resented whoever had made it so you had gained one this late in life.

You watched sourly as Adam bound down the stairs of the front porch, leaping toward the side door, opening it before you could get a chance to and greeting you with a loud exclamation of your name.

You ignored him, sending the taxi driver a small ‘thank you’ with a small before exiting the car, coming face to face with Adam.

“Hello!”

“Hello, Adam.” Your voice was monotonous, not showing any signs of emotions whether it be happiness or discontent. “Make yourself useful and get my bag from the trunk.”

You don’t know what it was that did it. You would normally consider yourself a fairly pleasant person who didn’t get into too much trouble or make too many enemies, but here you were, willing to start an argument over clouds with Adam, just because he annoyed you so much.

Adam was happy to comply, signalling okay for the driver to drive away with a small tap on the side of the taxi once he had your luggage grasped effortlessly in his hand.

He slung his arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer to his side, ignoring your grunts of protest and flailing limbs.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you.” He sighed wistfully and you knew it was a lie.

“Well, I haven’t missed you.” You growled out, freeing yourself from his grasp with a huff. You glared up at him, taking him in for the first time in a while. He had grown out his hair, it suited him, and you cursed yourself for thinking about how attractive he was. It suited him much more than his previous Justin Bieber-esque hairstyle.

“Come on, I know you’ve missed me, just admit it.” He sent you a teasing smile.

“What is there to miss?” He pouted at your words; feigning being hurt by your words.

“There’s a lot, actually,” His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered into it. You looked up at him in shock quickly as you registered the obviously dirty innuendo behind his words, sending a sharp jab into his ribs automatically.

Just as you opened your mouth to hiss something venomously, the front door to your mother’s house opened and your mother’s voice rang out through the front yard, calling out your name as she stood in the doorway with open arms.

You rushed forward, happy to take the chance to not be alone with Adam and having missed your mother’s warm embrace. Her hugs were the best on the planet, she enveloped you in a way that made you never want to let go as it filled you with such warmth.

“Hi, mommy,” You sighed happily. Your bliss was however interrupted by Adam who wrapped his gigantic wingspan around the two of you and turned your hug into a group hug.

“My two favourite ladies.”

Your mother was giggling over Adam’s antics whilst you simply grumbled. It was going to be a long weekend.

“What flight are you taking home? The 02:07? We should check if we can get seats next to each other.”

Three days in and your patience was wearing thin. You had tried really hard not to start some sort of argument, but you definitely did not want to sit next to Adam on the flight home. A weekend was enough for you, your social battery was near empty.

You avoided answering the question, absentmindedly shuffling around the food on your plate, but you should’ve known that he wouldn’t let you just ignore the question.

He was sitting across from you, eating his own breakfast, so it was easy for him to start hitting your shins with his foot, trying to get an answer out of you. You tried ignoring it, but you finally got fed up, throwing your fork down.

“What? What is it you want?”

“I asked you a question, you know it’s rude not to answer.” He took a sip from his cup of coffee, eyes staring at you over the rim.

“Yes, I am taking that flight. No, we are not sitting together.”

“Why not?”

“Why should we?” You leaned on your hand, watching him with eyelids heavy from exhaustion.

“You know, we should get together more often; how come we never hang out back home?” You and Sackler had always lived in New York during the same time, but you never, ever socialised beyond perhaps sharing a cab back from the airport if you visited your parents at the same time.

“Why would we hang out?”

“Why not?”

“Oh, God,” You groaned out, feeling like you were just going around in circles. You rested your head in your hands, staring down at the food in front of you, trying to block him out.

“Could the two of you please not argue today? I swear it's like watching a cat and mouse chase all day” Your mother pleaded with you from the stove where she was making her own breakfast.

“I think we both know who the cat is” Adam whispered lowly to you with a wink when you looked up, and you felt something shift inside of you.

“I’m gonna go squeeze in a bath.” You excused yourself, pushing away your plate before standing up and heading upstairs.

You sink into the bath with a deep sigh of relief. You felt relaxed for the first time that weekend, seeing as you were all alone. You needed a moment for your brain to unwind in preparation for the afternoon flight that you knew Adam would bug you on.

You could just barely hear the other’s having a conversation downstairs. You drowned out the noise with the speaker you always kept in your room, pressing play on the playlist you had for exactly these moments. You placed your phone back down on the toilet lid before leaning back against the tub again, closing your eyes, and getting lost in the music.

You had always loved baths when you were younger. It was one of your favourite memories from your childhood, blowing soap bubbles with your mom and playing with a rubber ducky.

You got so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Adam opening the door and sneaking inside the bathroom, standing there, watching you with a devious smile on his face.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” Your eyes flew open, and you sat up in shock, eyes flying to the man in the corner whose eyes were practically eating you up.

“You fucking pervert” You were livid. You wanted to kill him, and you were so close to climbing over the side of the bathtub to strangle but that would give him the satisfaction of seeing all of you, and he had already seen enough. The bubbles you had poured covered your lower regions but didn’t do much for covering your breasts.

Adam was anything but ashamed over being caught staring, judging by the smile on his face.

“You know I could report you for this; have you registered as a sex offender.”

“Oh, shut up, you know you fucking like it.” Well, he wasn’t wrong there. There was a reason for why you hadn’t even attempted to cover up whatever was visible to him, despite a towel being within arm’s reach.

He took a step closer to you, eyes obviously trying to take in as much as possible of you.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Get out.”

“Do you really want me to?” He turned serious for just a moment; eyes trained on you. You got the impression that whatever your answer would be could change the course of that night entirely.

You didn’t give him a verbal confirmation; instead, you leaned back, relaxing slightly against the tub once again because you didn’t want him to leave but you couldn’t allow yourself to say it out loud. You decided to just see where he would take this.

“Thought so.” There it was again, that fucking smile. You hit your hand against the water, splashing him as a signal to get him to stop being so annoying.

“What do you want?” You asked, trying to get back into that peaceful state of mind that you had been in, even though you knew you wouldn’t be there until you were back home in New York and away from him.

“Nothing much, thought I would sneak in here and see if you were touching yourself.” You were starting to wonder how he became who he was, for he had serious fucking problems.

“Well, sorry to disappoint you.”

“It’s alright, you could do it now.”

“Are you on drugs?” It was a serious question on your end. You leaned slightly closer to him, trying to see if his pupils were dilated in any sort of way. They were, but you had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t because of drugs.

He ignored your question, continuing on as if you hadn’t said anything at all.

“I touch myself thinking about you sometimes.”

“Jesus Christ, Adam!” Maybe it was a stroke and not drugs, that was the only reasonable explanation for why a normal person would be acting this way, but then again Adam wasn’t a normal person, far from it.

He was standing just by the edge of the bathtub now. You felt so small lying there, exposed to him. The bubbles were diminishing by the minute, it wouldn’t be long before all of them were gone, and he could see everything.

His eyes were that of a predator, but you didn’t feel intimidated under his gaze, all you could feel was heat filling your entire body as it was flooded by desire.

He crouched down, fingers wrapping around the edge of the bathtub so that he could balance himself carefully. You stayed still as he moved, eyes only leaving him to watch his finger as it started to make ripples in the water.

The air had grown so thick in the bathroom. You swallowed heavily, you were obviously much more nervous over the entire situation than Adam was, he seemed to not be affected at all.

“My mom’s downstairs.”

“So? What are you planning on doing?” He asked you the question teasingly. He was enjoying seeing you squirm under his gaze.

You didn’t answer him because you didn’t really know what you were planning on doing.

His finger was getting dangerously close to your body, being only inches away from touching your skin.

You didn’t stop him when his finger finally grazed your stomach, palm flattening to run over it before travelling upward and grasping your breast tightly, massaging it.

Of course, he was an expert. His fingers flickered over your nipples softly, pulling at them, twisting them. You couldn’t stop the small mewl that escaped you from his touch. You hadn’t realised just how sexually frustrated you had become over the weekend with Adam’s constant presence hovering over your shoulder.

“You are filthy, look at you writhe under your stepbrother's touch.”

“Stop it.” You didn’t need to be reminded of your… situation. You would prefer to keep the regret until later.

“I’m only teasing, there’s nothing brotherly with the feelings I have for you.” He winked before going quiet again.

“Please, Adam, I am begging you, for once in your life just shut up.”

He mimicked zipping his mouth close, locking it, and throwing the key away before returning to what he had been doing. Despite being submerged in water, you could feel how wet you were getting from his touch.

He didn’t stay at your breasts too long, eventually moving downwards, trailing his fingers along your skin until they reached your mound.

He flicked his fingers across the little pearl nestled between your legs causing you to let out a shaky moan.

“If I’m going to be quiet, you have to be as well.” He scolded you and you nodded frantically, promising to be quiet if he continued.

He continued with his movements, letting you build up closer and closer to an orgasm but not allowing you to get there just yet.

You could tell he wanted to comment on how easily he was making you come undone, but you were thankful that he kept his mouth shut.

He slipped a finger inside of you unexpectedly, quickly followed by another and then curled them to find that spot inside of you that he was sure would make you gush.

Your hands gripped the sides of the bathtub, legs falling apart to give him as much room as possible, encouraging him to continue. The water was swooshing as he worked in and out of your pussy.

You had to clasp your hands over your mouth to stop yourself from letting a moan slip out. You were thankful for the music flowing through your speaker so that your mother hopefully wouldn’t overhear anything.

He pumped his fingers quickly into you, curling them just right at just the right spot over and over again. He brought his thumb up to your clit, flicking over it in a steady rhythm as he continued fingering you.

Your toes finally curled and your back arched slightly as your orgasm washed over you, walls spasming around his fingers. You couldn’t help but let out a moan, hands having fallen away from your mouth and down by your sides.

Adam continued pumping his fingers into you, watching with glee as your orgasm rolled through your body. A man had never made you cum so quickly or with such fervour.

“Now that was fucking hot.” And just like that, you were pulled back into reality and remembered where you were and who it was that had made you cum so easily.

You glared at him, albeit not with as much hatred as you previously would, but still. You were just about to kick him out of the bathroom when a knock was heard on the door and your mother’s muffled voice could be heard calling out your name. Both of you froze, not even daring to breathe just in case she heard something over the music.

“Honey, we have to get going soon if we’re gonna go past Grandma’s.” Adam had to tap your thigh to get you to respond.

“Okay, I’ll be right out!” Neither of you moved until her footsteps had moved away and down the stairs.

“I say we join the mile high club today.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, cheeky smile back on his face.

“Fuck off, Sackler.”

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mariesdameron · 3 years

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Sophie & Sackler Chapter Nine: I won't give up on you.

CW: Mental Health (Anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self negative talk) Morning Sickness associated with pregnancy, pregnancy, infertility issues, doctor's office, blood, wound, stitches, prescription medication, mention of potential miscarriage, medical termination, arguing. (It's worth the read, I promise)

WC: 4 674

AN: It was so refreshing to visit these two again. I am sorry for anyone following the series for the very long delay in Chapter Nine. I appreciate your continued love and support for me and Sophie and Sackler.

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Two pink lines are all it takes to change your entire life--two pink lines. Sophie stared at the three discarded pregnancy tests still peeking out from the trash can. After the first one, she knew that she was pregnant, but anxiety spurred her to take two more.

She had been puking for the last week. Soul-sucking exhaustion had plagued her, and when her period didn't show, it was settled. Sophie curled herself into a ball. Getting pregnant was not something that could happen for her, or so the doctors had informed her for the last fifteen years of her life. It was destined to fail. It wasn't worth speaking about.

Sophie argued with herself, gazing at the bathroom tiles. She wouldn't need to do anything about it. She could go to the clinic herself instead of waiting around for the inevitable. Adam did not have to know. Teardrops spilled off her chin. They had spoken about it once, only once.

Sophie remembered when she dumped the bomb on Adam pretty early in the relationship. She tore it off like a band-aid. She couldn't have children. He needed to know; she couldn't have him imagining an impossible future together. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Adam marched to her, dropped to his knees, and professed how much he loved her before crushing her to him.

Sophie clambered around the floor, looking for her cellphone. Dialing Sam’s phone number. The voicemail picked up, provoking a guttural scream from Sophie's breast. She needed Adam. Adam would tell her it was okay that they would deal with it together. Sophie gazed down at her cell lock screen. Adam's toothy grin begged her to call.

Sophie closed her eyes; her thoughts jumbled. She envisioned the expression on his face when he eventually learned the news. Joy would radiate over him before Sophie would grind him up with the reality of it all. She would miscarry. Sophie abandoned her phone on the floor before turning to vomit.

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Sophie had tried to tell Adam since she discovered the news. She had dialed his cellphone at least a hundred times and hung up before it rang. She resolved to wait. Wait until he came home, and she could sit down and do it face to face. He merited to have the discussion in person.

Sophie picked at her Blueberry Muffin as Sam sat across from her, sipping her coffee. Sam had been spending an extra amount of time with her over the last couple of weeks, thankfully.

"Do you want to go over the plan again?" Sam questioned, biting down on her lip as she studied Sophie's face. Sophie shook her head, tasting the Blueberries starting to come back up her throat.

"No. It's fine. I got it." Sophie pushed away the muffin. Sam looked doubtful.

"Well, I think it's best to just do it like we planned. Like we talked about. It's best to just put it out there right away. Don't let it fester. I mean, I get why you wanted to wait until he got home but remember he may be pissed that you waited three weeks after the fact to say anything." Sophie bit her lip. She didn't need to rehash this again. She had already decided that she would tell him his first night home. No, turning back now.

"Look, I got it. I will let him unpack. I ordered our favorite Chinese take out and once he's done with his spring roll. I will tell him." Sam rolled her eyes.

"Well, at least you still are maintaining your sarcasm." Sam peered down at her cellphone and groaned. "Alright, well, I need to get going. I really hate that I am leaving this weekend. Couldn't he have come home last weekend? For fuck's sake." Sam was in her cousin's wedding and committed to going away for the weekend. It just so happened to perfectly align with Adam's return from Los Angeles. Sam stood, grabbing Sophie by the shoulders. She squeezed Sophie to her chest. "You are going to be okay. Adam loves you. He will understand." Sophie nodded, wetting Sam's blouse.

"I know. I know." Sophie cleared her throat as Sam kissed her forehead.

"Call, text, whatever. And worst-case scenario, I can jet back right after the ceremony. But it will be fine." Sam smoothed Sophie's hair back from her face. "I promise." Sophie smiled weakly at her friend.

"Everything is going to be fine."

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The Chinese food was splayed out over the coffee table. Sophie had ordered all of Adam's favorites. Pacing in front of the couch, she ran her hands down her sides. She should be happy. Adam had been away for a while, deterred to Los Angeles after his big Sundance premiere.

She depressingly had kept the conversations brief. She knew that if there were longer, he would know something was up. But, instead, Adam was nothing but attentive and attuned to her and her moods. She missed him horribly. Holding onto this news broke her; she tried to address things with her therapist but canceled at the last minute. Acknowledging the truth was too hard. The only person who knew was Sam, and it was out of pure necessity.

Sophie looked at her cellphone. He was already in the city and would be arriving at any minute. She had to get it together. She couldn't meltdown as soon as he walked through the door. Adam didn't deserve this, he didn't. He didn't need the extra stress, his entire life was changing and for the greater. Sophie was only going to be the anchor that held him back.

Shaking her head at her thoughts, she stared at the picture frame on the bookshelf. It was her favorite picture of them. Sophie had tried to get both of their faces in camera view while Adam licked her face like the puppy he was. Then, like magic, she detected him at the door. On command, she was emotional as Adam entered. His bag in hand, luggage hauling behind him, and a bouquet of wildflowers balancing under his chin.

"Kid!" He shouted and dumped everything to the floor, moving to her in giant strides. Adam scooped Sophie into a firm embrace. "I fucking missed you so much." Adam murmured into Sophie's hair. "I felt like a little kid on the way here. Like it was fucking Christmas morning or something." Adam let go of her long enough to caress her face before drawing her back into a kiss.

Everything dissolved--only Adam existed. They broke from their embrace, gasping. Adam's eyes dilated, cheeks crimsoned. "I am never leaving the apartment again." He said breathlessly with a smirk that pierced Sophie's heart. Sophie ran her hands through his black mane.

"You cut your hair?" She said, hushed, allowing the silky strands to slip effortlessly through her fingers. Adam beamed, grazing kisses on her temples and cheeks.

"Yeah, my agent thought it was time to change up my look for some upcoming potential projects." He touched his lips back to hers before pretending to sulk. "Do you not like it?" Sophie shook her head.

"I love it." She purred as she sank her face into his chest, breathing him in. She nearly could let go of the panic that was building inside of her. Finding comfort in her safe harbor. Adam caged Sophie to his breast, touching his lips to her brow.

"Fuck, I really really missed you. I feel like we've hardly spoken." Adam wandered over to the living room set up. Grinning, he let go of Sophie. "I see you have laid out a mighty banquet for my return. I couldn't have planned anything more satisfying than this." Putting up his hands, he dashed to the door, plucking up the flowers he had abandoned. "For you, my lady." He bowed slightly before presenting the colorful array of perennials. Sophie swallowed down the guilt welling in her throat. He was perfect. Honestly, he was. Sophie fixed a smile and shuffled to the kitchen to find a vase. Adam thrust off his shoes and plopped down onto the couch.

"Man, I've been craving --- Lo Mein. Los Angeles is nothing compared to New York." Shoving a crab Rangoon in his mouth, he fiddled with the containers. Sophie stood in front of the sink, watching the water run. Did she have to tell him tonight? She could wait. A few days would not make a difference, not in terms of biology anyways. Instinctively her hand went to her stomach, and she sensed the urgency to be sick. How was she going to explain the constant puking? Before she grasped what was transpiring, her blood was dripping onto the stainless steel. Gazing down at the glass pieces from the vase, she distinguished Adam's muted voice next to her before her senses returned.

"Kid! Kid! What did you do?" Adam cautiously drew her hands back, examining the deep gash on her hand. " That's gonna need stitches, baby." Then, clutching the roll of paper towels, Adam wrapped up her wound. Sophie stood confused at her own carelessness.

It would have been entertaining to watch Adam work a smartphone app, however, Sophie's mind remained unable to manifest words. Her mental dissociation was in full swing, the weight of her mind dragging her through mechanical motions. Attempting to make sense of the scene, Adam led her to the door as he typed into his phone.

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Sophie sat on the end of the hospital bed. The white starkness of the room was effectively raising Sophie's anxiety, along with following her boyfriend's pacing in front of her.

"Adam, please just sit down... PLEASE." Sophie sounded slightly more forceful than intended. Adam froze and stared at her, face drained of blood. Sophie recognized that he was panicked. This was definitely not the way she desired to spend his first night home. Before Adam could speak, the Doctor strolled into the examination room. “Sophie, I am Dr. Davis.” He observed Adam, who stood fidgeting in the corner. Finally, Adam cleared his throat and stepped forward, taking the Doctor's hand.

"Adam, Sackler. Boyfriend." Dr. Davis nodded in understanding as he lifted Sophie's bandaged hand.

"Well, it was a sizeable gash, and you will need stitches, which we will be applying soon.” Dr. Davis flipped through her chart. "Is there anything else we should know about before I get started on your stitches? For example, are you allergic to anything that may not be noted on your chart?"

Sophie shook her head no, glimpsing over at Adam, who remained in the corner. His face troubled as he regarded the Doctor removing the bandaging. Sophie's mind raced. Was pregnancy something she had to tell the Doctor? This is not the fucking way Adam needed to find out that she was pregnant. Sophie's heart began racing, and the Doctor certainly took notice.

"It's alright; it will be over sooner than you think." He said, patting Sophie gently. Adam exhaled before scooting closer to them.

"I am right here, kid." His voice shaky, but his jaw locked tightly. Her chest throbbed. He didn't justify this bullshit. How could she be so stupid? How could she be so careless? Ruining his first night, becoming pregnant. She had always been so careful. She was on birth control. They didn't always use a condom, but the frequency was low. Doctor Davis stood interrupting Sophie's thoughts. He was finished. He analyzed her face before speaking.

"How are you feeling, Sophie? I saw in your chart that you were on a couple of psychiatric medications. I can bring in the nurse for something to ease the panic?" Sophie's eyes flew to Adam.

She avoided talking about her mental illness around him. She knew he didn't judge her or care, but she wanted desperately to keep it away from him. Sophie shrugged her shoulders. Doctor Davis acknowledged. "I am going to send her in with something. Xanax, I saw marked for emergency usage. I will send her in with a low dose. Just to help take the edge off.” Sophie bit her lip and accepted.

Adam slid next to her, immediately rubbing her back in comfort when they were alone. Sophie closed her eyes. She had to tell him. Adam tugged her tight to him.

"Kid, it's okay. You are all sewed up. No big deal. We will be back to the apartment, devouring our spring rolls soon." Turning, she studied his sweet freckled face that never ceased to make her heart ache.

"Adam...I have to tell you something." Sophie stuttered, the keen stabbing dread seizing her chest. Adam sympathetically leaned in and swept a kiss to her face.

"Kid, you didn't ruin my night. I know you are worried about it. I promise all I wanted is to see you." He reflected. "I mean, I didn't want to watch you gash your fucking hand open, but it's fine." He relaxed his head on Sophie's shoulder. The nurse cleared her throat as she entered. Sophie's nails burrowed into her palms as she observed the nurse move around her supplies.

"I am Minda; the Doctor thinks a small dose of Xanax would be helpful after looking over your medical history. Don't worry." The oxygen seeped from the room. Sophie couldn't breathe. "Xanax is deemed safe throughout pregnancy."

Inhaling faster, the nurse interrupted what she was doing and examined Sophie. "Deep breaths. The Doctor also wanted me to ask if you were interested in an iron infusion. We can schedule one for you to come back. Being that you are anemic, it's a good idea with you being pregnant." Sophie refused to look at Adam. She couldn't. Her eyes begged the nurse.

"Could you maybe come back in a few minutes?" Sophie mumbled amidst small gasps. The nurse's eyes widened, discerning the situation. Pursing her lips, she handed the paper cup of Xanax to Sophie.

"I'll be back in ten minutes for your discharge paperwork." Sophie kept her eyes to the floor, listening for the door to close. She waited. She waited for him to speak, but the room remained silent despite the beeps and hums from nearby equipment.

Lifting her eyes, she wasn't sure what to think. Adam sat, his arms criss crossed over his chest. His frame was trembling, his nostrils flared. He was watching Sophie. Her sight clouded, and her throat constricted as Adam stood, his hands twitching at his side.

"How long?" He stammered, rubbing his hands over his face. "How long have you known? And why didn't you tell me?" His face, drawn with agitation. Sophie shook her head, swallowing down sobs.

"I didn't know how to tell you." She faltered. Adam began pacing back and forth.

"I don't know... something like, Adam, I am pregnant would have worked okay." Sophie looked at the pills on the side table. She could take them. It would make this easier. It would prevent the impending panic attack that was threatening with every word exchanged.

Adam followed Sophie's gaze and stepped towards her, taking the cup and forcing it in her free hand. "Take them; you don't need an attack right now." His tone softened as he spoke. Sophie gulped the pills down as Adam renewed pacing. "Please say something." Finally, he stopped, misty-eyed as he pleaded. Sophie wrung her hands.

"I've known since I got back from 'Sundance.'” She whispered, seeing his face sink further. "I wanted to tell you, but I knew how much it would hurt you." Her tears leaked from her nose.

"Why? Would it hurt me, Sophie?" Adam strode to her, gripping her face in his hands. "I fucking love you. Why would I ever be upset about this? Unless..." Back hutching forward, his eyes snapped shut. Gradually, he retreated. "Did you do it? Did you 'take care’ of it? " He challenged, his voice vibrating. Sophie furiously shook her head.

"No, no." Her heart pulsated in the vice grip constricting it. She knew the memories that were inundating his brain. Raising his head, shades of crimson grew up his neck. Adam wiped his reddening eyes and smoothed back his hair.

"We can talk about this more at home. But I don't want to do this here. I'm beat from the flight, and this isn't good for you." Adam tapped his forehead. "I am going to take a walk around the floor, and then hopefully, when I get back, we can go." Sophie sucked on her lower lip, agreeing.

Sophie sank her head in her hands as Adam disappeared. She hadn't 'taken care’ of it yet, but that was up next for discussion. She had explained that the Doctors had told her she cannot carry a baby to full term. He had said he understood and loved her nevertheless.

Was he about to go against his words? This was everything Sophie wanted to avoid. She told him she couldn't have kids. Just because this accidental pregnancy happened, it doesn't equal a child. It involves a miscarriage. Despite the nauseating pains in her stomach, the impulse to scream simmered. The nurse knocked before entering, clipboard in hand.

"Just a few signatures and you are good to go." Sophie gripped the pen, knowing full well the night was not close to being over.

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The ride back to the apartment was quiet. Sackler walked straight to the bathroom and closed the door. She heard the water running. She knew he was attempting to calm down. Unfortunately, there would be no deescalating at this moment. He would need to listen to her and understand what was necessary.

Seating herself on the edge of the couch, she waited until she heard the bathroom door open. Adam leaned against the wall, facing Sophie. Sliding his restless hands into his pockets, his face distorted with emotion. Sophie licked her dry lips. Then, steadying herself against the cushions, she let it all pour out.

"I am so sorry, Adam. I know I should have told you sooner. I just thought you deserved better to hear it all in person. I didn't want it to be like this. I definitely didn't expect your first night home to go this way. I wanted us to have a few happy moments together before I dropped the news. I just knew how much it was going to hurt you. Knowing that it would result in nothing." Adam abruptly held up his hands, muttering for her to stop.

"What are you saying to me, Sophie? Have you already decided then? To just go ahead and --." Adam cleared his throat. His adam's apple bobbed harshly as he drank down his evident disgust. Anger swelled in Sophie's gut, vibrating throughout her body.

"Don't, Adam Sackler. Do not look at me like this. You KNEW!" Sophie's voice bellowed through the living room. "I told you, I couldn't have children remember? That wasn't just a lifestyle choice. I explained it all very carefully to you." Adam leaped from his spot, frantically running his hands through his hair.

"You said you couldn't get pregnant. But here you are, pregnant. Pregnant with my child." His tone dipped in desperation.

"It's not a child. It's a pregnancy. Don't put this on me, Adam. Please. I told you that I wouldn't be able to carry a child to full term. I told you." The weight of her words split her mind. It was bad enough that these thoughts plagued her mind every occasion that she strolled past a school or a park crowded with kids.

Or all the intruding conversations of 'when are you going to have children?' 'You are getting up there in age, sweetheart. You should consider.' The societal expectation that she should and could bear children produced countless episodes of worthlessness and failure. She believed she had escaped this topic with Adam after their initial conversation.

Adam kneeled and lowered his gaze. Sophie caught his sigh as he rubbed at his jaw.

"I know what we discussed, but it's at least something that we can look into? See a doctor first? Before we make any hasty conclusions." He faltered as he spoke, his pitch mounting in sentiment. Sophie wordlessly watched Adam's hunched form. His sniffling and deep breathing were venom in her veins. Her beautiful Adam, she knew her troubles would eventually destroy him and her both. Clawing into her arms, she attempted to steady her speech.

"I don't think you understand...It was made pretty clear to me that I can't have children. I guess we could get a hopeful Doctor and have them tell us to hold out and see..." Adam lifted his head, eyes eager and bloodshot. The optimism on his face induced bile up her esophagus. "You aren't the one who is going to have to go through the physical loss. The emotional toll isn't the only thing I will suffer through, please... Understand." Sophie's bottom lip quivered at the notion of going through it all again. She couldn't. Adam wiped his nose on the back of his sleeve as he stood.

"And I have to suffer knowing that this is the second chance I lose at becoming a father." His statement pierced through her. She was going to hurl.Hurrying to her feet, Sophie bolted herself in the bathroom before bowing over the toilet. Her head was a pulsating jackhammer.

"Sophie, kid. Open the door, let me help you." Sophie wept amidst upheavals. "Jesus fucking Christ kid, just unlock the door, please." Finally, Sophie regained her composure as she located a towel.

"Adam, just go." Sophie pleaded weakly, relishing in the coldness of the cloth on her blazing skin.

"Sophie, don't. Please don't do this. Let me in." Adam's voice fractured as his hands pounded against the wood. "I love you so much. I need this all to be okay." He cried. Sophie held herself, the sting of his earlier statements still raw. He would blame her forever. There wasn't winning here.

Sure, he would be more understanding on the surface if she miscarried. Still, he set her up to be the villain, with her not wanting to follow through with the pregnancy. She couldn't look him in the eyes each day, knowing that he resented her for all of this. Sophie shook when Adam roared incoherently. She stilled in the abrupt silence of the apartment. A few brief moments passed before Adam was back at the door.

"I am going to a hotel.” Sophie heard Adam's hesitation. "Text me when you are ready to talk." Then, skipping a beat, he breathed 'I love you' and 'I am sorry' before his scuffling was gone. Sophie slumped to the tile, desperate for relief from the ache in her breast, pulsating mind, and hollowness in her stomach.

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Sophie opened her eyes, blinking at the harshness of the overhead light. She had cried herself to sleep. Standing up, Sophie searched for the ibuprofen. She felt hungover. Glancing at the bathroom mirror, she grimaced. Swollen eyes and puffy cheeks stared back at her. Sophie unlocked the door, as she did, a large object fell towards her, sending her into a fury, jumping backward and screaming. She heard Adam's voice through her yells.

"KID! It's me. It's me." Adam jumped up from the floor, his hands stretching out towards Sophie. "Shh... It's just me." Adam drew Sophie to him, enveloping her into his chest. Sophie's mind intuitively eased as his comforting scent overwhelmed her thoughts.

"I thought you went to a hotel." She murmured into his shirt, pressing her face further into his breast. Adam's grip tightened as he pressed his lips to her forehead.

"I couldn't. I got to the bottom of the stairs and turned back around. My entire fucking world is right here. Why would I go anywhere else?" Sophie's muscles tightened as the previous conversation rushed back to her. Adam immediately cupped her face in his hands. "Kid, let's go to bed. Let me hold you. We don't need to talk about this anymore tonight. Let's go to bed, please." Adam's wide amber eyes silently pleaded for her to listen. Sophie nodded. Her body was heavy, her mind pained and hazy.

Adam removed both his and Sophie's clothes before pulling back the sheets and comforter. Opening his arms, he dragged her to him. Wrapping his legs and arms around her, he caged her to him.

"Sleepy time." He teased quietly as he caressed kisses into her hair. Sophie sighed deeply before allowing the steady rise and fall of Adam's chest to lull her to sleep.

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Sophie woke to Adam lying on top of her, his head peacefully nuzzled into her breasts. Shaking her head and smirking, she worked her fingers through his black mane. Adam let out a small grunt.

"I've missed you so much." He mumbled, his voice gravelly from sleep.

"Me, too," Sophie whispered, scratching her nails over his scalp. Adam nudged her breast with his nose before lifting his face to look at her. Sophie moved her hand to Adam's face, running her finger down his proud nose. He really was the most handsome man.

"Can we just try?" He blurted out. "I know you are scared. I am scared to, but kid, I want to try. I know it's not fair for me to ask this of you, and if you really say you can't, I will let it go..." Adam's voice trailed off as his lips trembled.

Sophie was surprised her brain didn't spiral at his words. She couldn't deny the fact that she had thought about trying to go through with it over the last few weeks. Sophie's eyes shifted to the freckles spattered across Adam's features.

Would their child have freckles like him? Would they come out rolly polly, all smiles, ears a little too big, and a mess of black hair? Adam dropped his face back to her sternum. Both of them laid in silence for a while before Sophie cleared her throat. Adam immediately was on alert.

"We will talk to the Doctor and see what they say... Then we make a decision." She whispered, swallowing down the knot that was forming. Adam nodded.

"Then we make a decision." He repeated before caressing a delicate kiss to her lips.

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The Doctor shut the exam room's door softly, leaving Sophie and Sackler alone with their thoughts. The Doctor had explained that Sophie was officially two months along. Everything looked fine but informed of the complications with Sophie's medical history the Doctor had told them it would be a gamble but could be a viable pregnancy. Sophie sobbed.

Adam accompanied her in her weeping as the Doctor inquired if they wanted to hear the heartbeat. Despite the nagging pain in her chest, Sophie agreed. Sackler clasped her hand to his tear-soaked lips as the steady pulse sounded throughout the room.

Now, the two sat in silence, attempting to regain their composure. Sophie stared at the white tiles. She knew he was already wholeheartedly invested. She had watched him shake, snot dripping down his nose as the exam was done. Lifting her head, Adam was staring at her, his face flushed from his emotional outburst. His arms crossed protectively across his broad chest.

"Okay." She sputtered, her breathing intensifying as her mind accepted her decision. Adam jumped back, his hands immediately rubbing his jaw.

"Really?" His eyes grew as he kept his distance. Was he putting up an invisible wall? Sophie sucked on her bottom lip, nodding.

"Yeah, let's try." She whispered, her eyes stinging as the emotions resurfaced. Adam sprang towards her cupping her face in his hands.

"Kid, I love you. It's going to be okay." His speech raced. Afraid to welcome his enthusiasm, she forced a weak smile. Adam held her face to his, intently locking his gaze with hers. “Thank you for trying, that's enough for me. It’s more than enough.” Adam paused. "I am here no matter what happens. I am not going anywhere. I got you.” Sophie caressed her nose against Adam's.

"We got each other."

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desiraypark · 3 years

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Ominous (1/2)

CHARACTERS: Adam Sackler x Brenda “Bree” Sackler CONTENT: Marriage/Intimacy/Light Smut/Angst (Anxiety/Suspicion)

A SUNDAY AFTERNOON IN MAY

The moment Bree got off the plane, she knew something was off about him. He stood outside of the arrival gate with his hands in his pockets. Then, he smiled and waved at her as though she were a stranger he was told to meet and take to a hotel. Still, she floated on air to get to him--ignoring the discomfort the carry-on bag and purse were causing for her shoulders. She threw her arms around him and accepted his soft, wet kiss.

During the cab ride home, he didn't want to talk about the show. The show he'd been obsessing and panicking over for months. His first show post-Tony nomination--and he barely wanted to talk about it.

"How was the wedding? Tell me everything!"

"It was nice," Bree said with a shrug. "Traditional. Sweet. Summery. Ya know. Same old, same old.”

She watched the indentation form in Adam’s jaw as he bit his lip. "We should renew our vows."

Bree raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Why?"

"We should have done something special. You should have gotten something more special."

She chuckled again and shook her head. "I'm fine with what we had, babe. What we had was nice."

She scooted closer, fell against his chest, and breathed in his scent. It was abnormally strong--as though he'd doused himself in body wash five times and walked into a mist of cologne twice. Still, she assured him that she loved their intimate wedding.

"What we had was us."

The apartment smelled different. It felt different. When they walked and rolled inside--the wheels of Bree’s suitcase loudly pressing against the walnut floor--her skin felt hot. A chill went down her spine.

And everything was perfect. Clean. The blinds and curtains were opened--and the sun illuminated the living room, reminding her of her home down South.

He helped her settle her bags in the corner of their bedroom and kept her company as she changed into house clothes. He finally told her about the show. Then, like a happy puppy, he followed her into the kitchen. As he suggested takeout from her favorite pizzeria for dinner, she opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Bottled water was always there. Instead, she was greeted by her favorite brand of organic ginger ale--an unopened four-pack. She'd barely popped the cap off before Adam trapped her against the counter and planted kisses against her neck--professing his love for her, declaring the pain her absence had caused.

Before she knew it, her cotton shorts were on the floor by her feet and her back pressed against Adam's chest. They traded sloppy kisses as their bodies collided--their moans filling the thick air. It felt like the first time again.

For her.

Generally speaking.

Good, but awkward and foreign.

The next evening, she went to the show. He gave the audience his trademark passion, though he stumbled over his lines a couple of times.

Then, the weeks flew by. She went to as many shows as her energy would allow her--cheering Adam on and joining him for dinner with the cast--if he was in that mood. Some nights he was in the mood, most nights he wasn’t. Other nights, the cut of Bree’s top or the cling of her dress to her hips made rushing home necessary. On those nights, he’d fucked her as though she were a iron-fisted monarch that he was indebted to--desperate to please her, instead of enjoying as he usually did.

But often, she went home after work and stayed there. Those nights were supposed to be peaceful. And even when Adam was away, a presence lurked and seemed to push her out of her own space. No room felt comfortable. No room felt like it was hers, anymore.

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A SUNDAY AFTERNOON IN AUGUST

This week would be the last week of Adam’s show. A great run, it was. Maybe things would get back to normal. Perhaps Bree wouldn’t feel so out of sorts--even when Adam clung to her like a fresh Band-Aid.

After hours of jokes and innuendo; chuckles and winks--Bree placed her unnamed discomfort on the end table for the first time in months. On a hot, uneventful Sunday afternoon, they found themselves pressed against cool sheets that smelled of powder and lemon. Bree gave herself to her husband, freely.

Her knees rested outside of his hips as he held her waist--guiding her up and down. They each met the best parts of each other. Bree threw her head back every time the special spot inside of her was touched--trusting that if her head fell back too far, Adam would let her dip backward, and climb on top.

She clenched down on him. Then, the strange presence returned to the bedroom and created a thick fog over Bree’s brain. Finally, the ominous stranger revealed its name.

"Fuck, Jessa..." Adam moaned.

#adam sackler x oc #im sorry lol

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brideofkylosolo · 2 years

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Writer Wednesday Week 34.

Tagging @writer-wednesday

A Spooky Brooklyn Date

Adam X Amelia (OC) (HBO Girls)

Adam and Amelia get in the Halloween spirit.

Warnings: swearing, mention of blood and gore, mention of smut, fluff

If there was one thing that anyone could say about Adam Sackler, it was that he was an odd guy. And that was no more apparent than around Halloween time. While he openly complained about how much he hated everything about the holiday, from the decorations to dressing up, he still liked the things that had to do with Halloween, like ghosts and scary things. Especially scary things.

Things like horror movies, watching videos where people got the ever-loving shit scared out of them, he loved it all. He couldn’t explain why, he just did. And lucky for him, he had found someone that liked that as well: his longtime girlfriend, Amelia.

“Jeez, how can you eat that shit?” Adam asked her as they walked down the Coney Island boardwalk, the last bite of her funnel cake in her hand.

“Hey, need I remind you, you ate a big bite not even five minutes ago, you goofball,” Amelia replied. “And you drank nearly all my pumpkin spice latte, as well.”

Adam couldn’t deny that, he did take a rather large bite of not only Amelia’s funnel cake but of her drink as well. He was rather notorious for that, saying he didn’t like something but taking a bite anyway. It both baffled Amelia and made her smile.

As Adam shrugged his shoulders in indifference, something caught his eye: a haunted house. And not just any type of haunted house, it was the cheesy kind that looked like it would scare the absolute fucking shit out of someone.

He smiled and took her hand in his. “Come on,” he told her and made his way towards the attraction.

The outside of the usual brightly colored storefront was made to look like a creepy house that looked like it was out of a horror movie or a Scooby Doo cartoon. The front façade had been built up to make it appear to be much taller than it actually was. The fake windows on the front were decorated to look like they were boarded up along with eyes peeking out in between the slates. Several ghosts and bats were painted on the front as well; out front, three guys dressed in costumes, one as a creepy clown, one as a hooded grim reaper, and another as a chainsaw welding killer played up the crowd, eliciting screams from several patrons as they chased them down the boardwalk. It was the epitome of a cheesy haunted house.

“Looks kinda scary,” Amelia teased as the couple stood in line. “You sure you’re not gonna get scared?”

“Not as much as you are,” Adam retorted with a grin.

Amelia’s eyebrows shot up at that. “That so Sackler? Care to make a bet on that?”

“What did you have in mind?”

She paused to think. “If I don’t grab onto your shirt, you have to eat me out later and dress up as in couples costume for Abbie and Ray’s party. I pick. If I do, I’ll give you a blow job and I’ll watch Jaws with you. Deal?”

Adam nodded his head. “Deal.” This was going to be way too easy.

Before long, they made their way to the front of the line and inside the building. No sooner had they entered the dark interior corridor when a guy with a fake knife jumped out at them; Amelia jumped but kept walking.

They entered the first room which was set up like an old Victorian parlor with three life-sized stuffed dolls on the couch. As they walked past the sofa, one of the stuffed “bodies” jumped up and screamed at them. As Amelia went to jump away, a scare actor dressed as a statue came alive.

“Shit!” she swore under her breath as Adam laughed. She gave him a dirty look as they continued into the next room which was set up like a dining room.

“Anybody hungry?” one of the scare actors asked in a creepy voice. He lifted a cloche and the head of another scare actor covered in fake blood writhed on the plate, screaming.

As Amelia went to step away, one of the pictures on the wall in the pathway pushed open and a person dressed as a zombie burst out, grabbing for them. Amelia yelped in shock but continued.

Adam just laughed as they walked into the next room which was the kitchen set. As they watched the main scare actor, a man dressed as a mad scientist pretend to cut up a victim on the table, someone ran across the scene and revved a chainsaw. Amelia screamed loudly and clutched onto Adam’s arm. The chainsaw revved again and she buried her face in his chest. He just laughed and hugged her.

As evil as it was, Adam had to admit, he was enjoying this. He was definitely not going to let her forget this for a very long time.

#writer wednesday #fanfic #fanfiction #adam sackler #hbo girls #oc insert #oc x canon #oc insert fic #adam driver #halloween fanfiction

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gurl-ly · 4 years

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So Adam Driver's gonna be in a SpongeBob episode...

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exit-goat · 4 years

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Between Friends Masterlist

To say, “you met me at a very strange time in my life,” would be an understatement for Fiona and Charlie. Fiona’s life had come crashing to a halt, and Charlie, well his just got turned upside down. They’re lost, looking for someone to anchor them down, to keep them afloat. Will they help guide one another out of the wreckage or lose even more along the way? Only time will tell.

Storyboard

Chapter 1: Perfect Strangers

Chapter 2: Penny for your Thoughts

#charlie barber #charlie barber x oc #original character #original fanfiction #fanfic masterlist #marriage story #marriage story fic #adam driver #adam driver character #fanfic #flip zimmerman #adam sackler #philip altman #charlie barber fic #paterson

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siobhanlovesfilm · 4 years

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Part One here

Adam & Anya part 2

The next morning after shoving on her favourite baggy, grey dress, with knee length midnight boots. When she finished changing, she noticed that Adam had put on one of his left-over jumpers, was humming to a john Williams movie score and was drinking all her milk from, her fridge.

“are you ready to go and get some hot chocolate” she grinned just with the idea of it. Anya had always hated summer, even though it held her birthday month, the heat always made her feel uncomfortable. Much rather being bundled which big soft blankets, with a mug of hot chocolate in her hand filled to the brim. Then watching Casablanca or rear window on the sofa.

“yes, I’m ready” Adam spun around wiping anyway some left over milk from his chin. Giving her a smile back that didn’t really meet his eyes, even though he looked more relaxed then the night before. With a look they then ran down the stairs into the crisp October air, on to their New York city street.

Linking arms they watched the leaves fall over them from the trees above, this covered their path to the coffee shop with hints of different shades of orange and burgundy. Which gathered together, getting flatted with a crunch under their feet. Neither of them talked on their journey to the café, they just took large breaths and Anya began to daydream.

While Adam focused on the people around him, trying to not to tense up so she couldn’t feel how he was watching neighbours either making awkward small talk with each other, or ignoring everyone with headphones on and their destination in sight. thankfully there was no sign of jessa. he was thankful that in new york city you could easily dissapear into the crowded streets, which might sound lonely to others, but he liked that even with his height, he didn’t have to be the center of someone attention. he could choose sometimes and it felt more beautiful to him, that he could find someone who actually noticed him and made him feel not like a mess that damaged every living thing it could reach, but a bundle of quirks. that for some reason the woman he had his arm linked with loved about him.

he knew that it had taken you a while to start thinking of him as an actual personal in your life, on hearing arguments and power drill, from his latest woodwork creation. this he had found out one day over some mint, green tea.

Meanwhile without adam knowing it she was actually picturing the first day they had properly spoken to each other. She had actually first met him at the cafe they where going to at the end of their street. It was pouring rain that day, the type that sunk into your bones and made your whole body feel cold.

When she spotted him he had just entered and ordered a coffee. She finally found out it was her neighbour when he moved his wet hair that was covering his hair, like cousin It from the Addams family. When he pushed it from his face she noticed his deep brown eyes and the moles that were splattered over his face, like one of his paintings.

"Hey, don't I know you" he said suddenly, noticing that she had been watching him. Then walking to her table in the corner and watching Anya pulled her sketchbook closer towards her chest.

"You are the one that normally wears those long dresses and always has paint over your fingers, aren't you?

Anya remembered blushing after that and nodding. "Yeah that me, I'm Anya" grasping his hand for an awkward hand shape.

"What were you drawing?

"I been doing some observation drawings of people leaving and entering this place"

"Could you draw me?"

"Sure"

Back to present day she noticed Adam had his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Then asking her what she was blushing about with curiosity, before he opened the Cafe door for her.

Part three coming soon

Thank you for reading x

#sorry its not that long and took me ages to write #adam/anya #adam sackler/anya wilson #girls hbo #girls #fanfiction #adam sackler/reader #adam sackler x reader #girls hbo fanfiction #adam sackler fanfiction #adam sackler/oc

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mariesdameron · 3 years

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Sophie & Sackler: Masterlist

Sophie & Sackler Series:

Safe

Theater Date

Star

Issues

Recovery

California

Shelter

Sundance // Epilogue

I Wont Give Up On You

Sophie & Sackler mini stories:

Mr. Rochester

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1793971

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desiraypark · 3 years

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Ominous (Part 5)

The saga continues...

CHARACTERS: Adam Sackler, Brenda “Bree” Sackler, Contessa Yang (OC), Kimberly (OC).

CONTENT: More angst.

Chapter six will be the last! I hope y’all like it <3

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“Fuck!” Bree exclaimed under her breath. She was supposed to sew two silky pieces of material together to make a pants leg, but her mind wandered to her suddenly broken home. She looked down in time to see that her seam had gone from a straight line to the start of a snaking road.

Mrs. Yang and Kimberly, another sewing assistant, looked away from their work to get a glance at Bree. Bree took her foot away from the pedal, rose from her chair, and rushed to the bathroom. She rested her back against the wall and took in deep breaths--fighting back tears. But they came. They flowed down her cheeks and she buried her face in her hands. She cleansed her soul—if only for a few moments, dried her eyes, and walked out of the bedroom. The day went on.

“Brenda?” Mrs. Yang called as Bree began packing her things to go. “Can I see you for a minute before you go?”

Bree’s heart skipped a beat. “Sure.”

She said goodbye to Kimberly as she walked out the door and straightened her desk—removing microscopic pieces of material to stall the walk to Mrs. Yang’s office. Finally, she walked in.

Contessa Yang—renowned costume and formal wear designer (and Bree’s boss) sat behind her desk. Contessa was a particularly quiet woman. Firm, but quiet. Observant. She commanded a room when she walked into it, but she blended in once she found her spot, just so she could watch everything and everyone. She never took on too many projects at one time—and encouraged everyone who worked under her to do the same when they left to pursue their own ventures.

“Life is stressful enough without some entitled assholes demanding rush jobs from you,” she once said. “You come first.”

“Are you okay, Brenda?” Contessa asked.

Bree forced a smile. “Yes, I’m fine. How have you been, Contessa?” She sat at the chair in front of the large desk. “I’ve been meaning to ask if Stacey is all ready for Yale…”

It was Contessa’s turn to force a smile. “I thought I was ready, but the closer we get to her move-in date, the sadder I get. One minute they fit in your arms, the next they’re going off to college.”

“Yeah. I remember when you were getting her ready for high school…”

Contessa nodded and smiled. “Brenda, I know that we don’t spend much personal time together. But, I like to think that I know you pretty well. And vice-versa.”

“…I would agree…” Bree said. She shifted in her seat.

“I can tell that something is going on with you, Brenda.”

Bree sat back in the chair. She wanted to say something but words refused to leave her mouth.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, but if you need a day off, just let me know.”

Suddenly, Bree felt tears building behind her eyes again. She looked down on the floor and watched the first drop fall and absorb into the fabric of her skirt.

“Adam cheated on me,” she whispered.

Contessa’s jaw dropped. “Oh, Brenda…”

She rose from her chair, walked around the desk, and sat in the chair beside Bree. Then, she yanked a tissue out of the box on her desk and gave it to Bree. Just as Bree took it, Contessa began to rub her back.

“I just don’t understand why he did it. I thought everything was going so well with us...” Bree sobbed.

“Don’t try to rationalize it, Brenda. You let him do that.” Contessa took Bree’s hand and Bree looked up at her boss through cloudy eyes. She grabbed a fresh piece of tissue to wipe her face.

“I don’t know what to do,” she whimpered. “I love him so much. But I can’t just…take him back. Not after this...”

“When did all of this happen?” Contessa asked.

Bree sniffled. “Apparently, it’s been going on for months. It started when I went to my cousin’s wedding.” Bree paused. “I found out yesterday...”

“Oh, goodness, dear. You shouldn’t have bothered to come in today!” Contessa said.

“No, I didn’t want to stay home crying and all of that shit. Besides, I know this Sondheim order is a big one for you.”

Contessa waved Bree off. “Nonsense.” She squeezed Bree’s hand again. “I want you to take tomorrow off.”

“But I—”

“No, no—hear me out…”

Bree sniffled again and gave Contessa her undivided attention.

“Is Adam still at the home?”

“No,” Bree said. “Well, I told him to leave yesterday. I don’t know where he is.”

“I want to encourage you to take some time to yourself. Make sure he stays away for a few days, or if you need somewhere to go, I can help you out with that,” Contessa said. Suddenly, Bree became curious about how swift Contessa was with her advice. Had she gone through this, too?

“Take advantage of the time and the space,” Contessa continued. “I want you to weigh out all of the pros and cons. Reasons you love Adam. Things you don’t like about him. Why you should stay...why you should leave. Cry your tears, but get to work. And figure out what’s best for you right now...”

Bree nodded her acknowledgement of Contessa’s suggestion. Then, she took a deep breath and straightened her spine.

Adam slowly turned the lock and opened the door. The apartment was somewhat dark. He could tell a candle was burning. He could smell it. He walked into the living room to see multiple candles lit--one scented, others not. There was a notepad and pen on the floor, and Bree was curled up on the sofa--her head facing the hallway as opposed to the sparkling view of New York City. Music played softly from her phone.

He tried to creep into the bedroom with his duffel bag in hand but saw her stir in her sleep. Her hair tied and her face scrunched in confusion, she slowly sat up.

“I came to get some more of my stuff,” he said with a long pause trailing after his declaration--hoping that she would ask him to sit down.

Bree grabbed her phone, turned on the screen, then laid back down.

Adam’s shoulders fell. As he continued toward the bedroom, he noticed their wedding photo was facing downward. He shook his head--keeping the denial out of his brain--walked into the bedroom and turned on the light switch. The bedding was gone--only undressed pillows sat neatly on their bare mattress. Just as he opened one of his drawers, he heard the music stop and the floorboards creak.

“What did I do wrong, Adam?” he heard her soft voice ask. He rested his hands on the side of the drawer and shook his head.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She was silent. He finally looked up at her. It had only been a day and he missed her so much--the sweet, buttery scent of her skin; the warmth of her body. God, how he wished she’d tell him to come home.

“...what did she do right?” she asked.

Adam looked away in shame. “She didn’t--”

“Don’t say she didn’t do anything right. Tell me. What did she say or what did she do that suddenly made her irresistible...”

Adam stared inside of his drawer again. His undergarments and socks were all rolled up and packed close.

“It keeps your drawer neat but still lets you see what you’ve got...” Bree had told him. She’d also teased him. “But you don’t wear anything that isn’t black, gray, or green, so I guess it doesn’t matter...”

His index finger grazed the fabric of the rose-printed boxer briefs he’d bought as a joke in response to Bree’s joke about his fashion choices. He'd only worn them once and they stayed stuffed in the back left corner of the drawer. But suddenly, they stood out like an article of clothing he’d worn every day.

“She didn’t do anything right...” Adam said.

Bree rolled her eyes and huffed.

“She did everything wrong...” he continued.

Bree tilted her head. Confusion filled her face.

“...everything in her life has gone wrong...and as fucked up as this sounds, I wanted to make her feel better.”

Finally, he looked at Bree again.

“That’s how shit was with us. Both of us would do fucked up shit. We’d sabotage and self-sabotage. And we’d fuck. To feel better. To forget.”

Adam could see the shine in the corners of Bree’s eyes. It made his chest tighten and he looked back down at his socks and underwear. He heard Bree sniffle and watched her walk away from the door.

As he began grabbing underwear, he listened to Bree’s footsteps descend down the hallway. There was movement in the kitchen, and suddenly, the patio door opened. He filled his duffel bag with as much as he could, then grabbed a suitcase and did the same--his level of optimism significantly lowered.

He walked into the living room battling an inner conflict. Before walking to the door, he dropped his bags and stepped out onto the patio where Bree sat drinking a glass of wine. She quickly wiped tears from her face with the back of her free hand.

“We moved too fast,” she said. She took a sip of wine. “We moved in too fast. Got married too fast. Everything. We did everything too soon.”

“No, we didn’t,” Adam said. “We love each other. We knew that we wanted to be together for the rest of our lives. So we got married...”

Bree shook her head and rose from her chair. She walked past Adam and back into the living room. But she placed her wine glass on the coffee table, bent down toward the floor, and grabbed the notepad. She stared at the writing, then walked toward Adam with it in her hand. She stared at it again, skimming the words.

“I made a list of things that I love about you. And things I don’t like about you. I’m trying to figure out if this is still worth it...”

Adam tried to look down at the writing, but Bree pulled it to her chest. “I want you to do this, too.”

“I already know that this is worth it,” he argued.

“No. No, you don’t. NO YOU DON’T!” Bree shouted. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “You asked me how can you fix this. This is a start. I need to know what you think of me. I need to know who I am to you. Especially now. And I need you to think long and hard about it...”

Adam saw hope in Bree’s eyes. That hope transferred into his eyes and coursed through his veins. He nodded.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

He stared into Bree’s eyes a little longer, desperate to kiss her. Instead, he walked toward the door and grabbed his bags on the way to it.

“Where are you staying?” Bree asked softly.

Adam gripped the handle of his suitcase--feeling the plastic deep in his palm. “Tako and Patrice’s.”

Bree nodded. “Okay...”

Then, Adam walked out of the apartment. He pulled the door closed behind him and searched his pockets for his key. Just as he pulled his keychain out, he heard the deadbolt click from the other side. He put his key back in his pocket and stared at the door before turning around and heading for the elevator.

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