Adam Gontier Imagines

Spaghetti

*lowkey triggering maybe idk*

You're on the phone with your boyfriend, Adam...

"It won't leave me alone."
"Even when I'm with you." It's not a question.
"Even when you're with me," you confirm with a sigh.
"If I can't take your mind of things, what good am I?" he asks playfully, trying to lighten your mood.
"You're great. It's not your fault," you tell him.
"Mmm," he responds, and you can hear him shuffling around.
"Adam?"
"Mm?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting ready to go over there. I want to hold you," he replies, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.
"That sounds really nice right now," you say softly, and he chuckles.
"Be there in a bit."
About ten minutes later, there's a knock on your door. You let Adam in, and he immediately wraps you in a hug.
"Did you eat today?"
"Um."
"Don't lie to me, now come on," he says, pulling you into the kitchen. "Let's make something together, yeah?"
"Okay," you sigh, and he starts rooting around in your fridge, producing all sorts of random things.
"We're going to have fun tonight, yeah?" he says, and you start giggling. "Not like that, you dirty-minded girl," he laughs, and you roll your eyes playfully.
"What are we cooking?"
"We're going to be extra corny today and make some spaghetti so we can be Lady and the Tramp. Now come here and help me, my lady," he says, making you smile.
"Okay," you reply, taking the onions, green peppers, and mushrooms from him.
"Slice those," he instructs, and you grab the cutting board. He gets the spaghetti out of the drawer and starts boiling some water. "Let's play a game while we cook," he says, and you glance at him.
"What?"
"One person says a word, and the other person says the first thing that comes to mind. No winning or losing, but something to pass the time," he replies, and you smile, liking how he's trying to take your mind off things.
"Okay, sounds like fun."
"I'll go first," he says as he takes out enough spaghetti for two people. "Dog."
"Cute," you immediately say, slicing the onion and attempting to keep your eyes from watering. "Onion."
"Tears," he laughs, putting the spaghetti in the water and making a small splash.
"Accurate," you respond, wiping your eyes as they start to tear up.
"Water," he says, sheepishly wiping off the water that he'd splattered on himself.
"Clumsy," you tease, and he rolls his eyes playfully.
"Alright," he chuckles, grabbing some long chopsticks and stirring the spaghetti.
"Okay, chopsticks."
"Chinese food."
"Or Japanese food," you respond, and he nods.
"I can't imagine eating salad with forks now that you've exposed me to the wonder that is eating with chopsticks," he jokes, making you laugh.
"You're welcome," you tease. "Alright, let's go with...peppers."
"Spicy. Although those green peppers aren't really spicy."
"True. They taste good, though," you reply as you slice them.
"Mhmm."
You keep playing the game until the spaghetti is ready, and you start sautéing the onion, green peppers, and mushrooms.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, getting out some ketchup.
"Okay right now," you reply, shaking the pan and brushing your hair behind your ear. "Thanks for coming over," you tell him, and he smiles.
"Anything for my girl."
After a while, you finish cooking, and your naporitan is done. Sitting down at the table, you place the single plate between you and start eating together.
"I might agree to eating salad with chopsticks, but I still think it's easier to eat spaghetti with a fork," Adam chuckles as you poke your chopsticks toward him and roll your eyes playfully.
"I like eating little by little," you tell him.
You start eating, Adam talking to keep you distracted.
"You know I love you, right?" you say softly, meeting his eyes.
"Of course I know. You show it all the time. Plus, you tell me," he replies with a grin. "I love you, too."
You finish eating after a while and clean up the kitchen together before going up into your room. You sit down on your bed, and Adam wraps an arm around you as he turns on your TV.
"What shall we watch?" he asks, and you shrug.
"Anything's okay," you reply, nuzzling his neck and breathing in his scent. He always calms you down and makes you feel safe.
"Let's watch this, then," he says, changing the channel over to The Simpsons.
"Thank you." You close your eyes and sigh contentedly.
"For what?"
"For being with me," you reply, lifting your face to look at him.
"Of course." He smiles and presses his forehead to yours. "I love you too much to stay away." He kisses you gently, making you feel warm and safe. Your heart flutters, and you feel breathless as you smile against his lips.
You're overcome with happiness as you reply, "I love you."

A/N
FINALLY UPDATED
I want this so bad ugh