R E M E M B E R W H E N | oneshots

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walking through the park was a daily occurrence. since there was one right by their houses along the route home from the train stop, y/n and adam always spent some time there after school, whether it was just walking, or stopping to sit on the grass for a bit. one day, they decided that they would stop in the park and talk about their day since adam didn't have band practice. a lot had happened at school that day, so she had plenty to fill him in on (she could've told him on the train but wanted to do it in more private.)
"-and then cindy thompson came up behind her and just shoved her into a locker! it was a fucking bloodbath; you should've been there, adam," y/n said, propped up on her elbow, looking into adam's eyes.
"well shit, is everyone okay?" adam asked, bummed that he missed it but worried for everyone's safety.
"ashley's face was dripping blood, so i think her nose might be broken, but at least that means she can get the nose job she always wanted," y/n stifled a laugh.
"oh my g—" adam barely got out, before a bird decided to relieve itself on top of his head. they froze in shock.
"what the fuck!" adam yelled in shock, as y/n tried to suppress her laughter. "this shit isn't funny," adam continued, "help me get this out!"
as they stood up to go, y/n took her camera out of her backpack to snap a picture of adam, as his face was riddled with disgust and discomfort. as the photo came out of the dispenser, adam grabbed it and looked at it.
"jesus christ, y/n, i look horrible," adam cried.
"yes you do, which is why we're going to take you home to get cleaned up."
luckily, the park was only a block away, and since adam was obviously in a hurry home, it didn't take long. as they entered adam's front door, he ran right upstairs to his bathroom, y/n sat down on the foyer floor and was greeted by adam's dog, sampson. as she was rubbing his belly, adam called her upstairs. when she got to his bathroom door, his shirt was off and he was sitting on his desk chair that he had brought in from his room.
"what am i supposed to do, adam? i'm not a bird shit expert."
"get a paper towel and wipe it, then i guess we'll wash my hair?" adam responded, finally seeming to have calmed down a bit. y/n quickly ran down to the kitchen, grabbing some paper towels and a bottle of coke from the fridge. when she arrived back upstairs, adam took the bottle from her hand and took a sip before setting it down and closing his eyes.
"okay, just do it," adam cringed as y/n rubbed the paper towel into his hair.
"alright bub, it's mostly gone; lemme grab the shampoo and i'll wash it now," y/n said, walking over to the tub and picking up his shampoo and conditioner. she opened the bottle and sniffed it. she obviously recognised the scent. adam had already wet his hair, so y/n squirted the shampoo into her hand and started washing adam's hair, running her fingers through his brown locks. they made eye contact in the mirror, a smile creeping on adam's face.
"thank you for doing this, by the way," he said.
"i mean of course, i wouldn't be doing this if i didn't love you."
"well that's good to know then," adam replied, leaning back to look up at y/n, puckering his lips to ask for a kiss. y/n just licked his nose instead, giggling the whole time. as she went back to scrubbing his head, she could see his eyes rolling back into his head.
"are you enjoying this?" she chuckled.
"ohhhh yeah," adam responded, as he let out a moan, feeling y/n's nails drag across his scalp.
"adam, what the fuck! did you just fucking moan?" y/n cried, breaking out into laughter.
"yeah, sorry, this is just, uh, relaxing," adam responded nervously, chuckling slightly.
"uh, alright, you perv. i'm gonna condition real quick," y/n said, still giggling. when she was done, she grabbed a towel and began drying his hair; as she dried it, she could feel adam's arm slither back behind him to grab her legs.
"can i help you, sir?" she asked, trying not to laugh out loud again.
"i just haven't been able to hold you in so long, and it's driving me crazy," adam responded, standing up from the chair to face her, his tall frame looming over her.
"so, what do you say we go on over to my room and take care of that?" adam asked, a smirk creeping over his face as he grabbed y/n's hand, pulling her against his bare chest. she couldn't resist that smile, plus something about what just happened put them both in the mood.
"okay," she responded, as adam picked her up and led her towards his room, "but just remember that you had bird shit in your hair ten minutes ago."