Adam Driver One Shots

Broken • Adam S x Reader

"Oh my god Adam! Stop!" You laughed. Swatting away the hands that called you.

He laughed along with you, "but your laugh is the best thing I've ever heard."

He stopped and pulled you onto his chest. You lay your head down on his muscled chest and twirled your fingers around in circles. You layed there silently, just taking in each others presence.

He pressed his lips to your forehead and muttered, "I love you, kid." He brushed your hair away and pressed soft kisses over and over again.

You looked up at him, after just processing what he said. "Wait, you love me?" You smiled.

He nodded.

You let out a childish squeal and hugged him, "oh Adam, I love you too!"

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Adam called you.

He called and asked you to come over.

It was strange. You had an amazing relationship at the start, then it turned sour, God knows why. You loved eachother, yet you began to argue a hell of a lot.

You stood outside of the door to his apartment, contemplating whether or not to enter.

You loved him, you really, really did, but if you were honest with yourself, it didn't feel like he loved you.

You balled up your hand and knocked on the door.

You could hear Adam walking towards the door, and then the clicks of him undoing the locks.

"Hi."

"Hi Adam." You smiled a little at seeing his face, but it disappeared when he didn't. "Can I come in?"

He moved aside without saying a word.

"Is everything ok?" You asked, turning around to face him; but you kept your eyes on the floor. "You seem distracted or sad or something," you spoke softly, glancing up into his eyes.

He breathed out and ran his hair through his already disheveled hair. "Ah shit, how do I say this?"

You felt your stomach drop.

This was not going to be good news.

Your breathing became shorter and you felt your hands start to become clammy. "Adam?" You spoke with a shaky voice, "I'm, uh, just gonna sit down." You sat down onto his couch and leaned against the back of it, looking at the ceiling.

He stood across from you and said,

"Truth is I never loved you."

You stayed still, thinking over what he just said, before a stray tear fell down your cheek. You didn't even notice you were crying until you felt the tears.

You wiped away the tears and sniffled. How could he. Why would he. He told you he loved you. And you felt that love, via sex, kisses, hugs, everything. He did everything with love.

You heard Adam speak, "I'm sorry."

What? That was all he could say?

You looked him dead in the eyes, those beautiful brown eyes you had loved ever since you met. "Adam, you just broke my fucking heart and all you can say is sorry?!" You stood up and balled your fists.

You were blinded by rage.

He was your first love, he meant everything to you. He really did. But he just broke your heart, making it split into a million thousand pieces.

He pulled at his hair and looked anywhere but you, it was like he ashamed. "You were an experiment, nothing more, nothing less," he dropped his hands by his side, "I really am sorry."

You slapped him.

Reeeeaaly hard.

And boy it felt good.

"You have absolutely no right to say sorry!" You pointed at him, tears streaming down your face. "You broke my fucking heart!" You screamed, your voice strained.

He chuckled a tiny bit and whispered, "such a drama queen."

"Is this a fucking joke to you? Do I look like I'm fucking laughing?" You shook your head. "I hope someone makes your heart break and feel like it just got stomped on by a fucking monster!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Did you just call me a monster? I have only ever treated you with respect!"

"Really?! This is what you call respect?"

"You wouldn't know because you never treated me that way."

"Excuse me!? I loved you ever since I met you, and that meant I would've done anything for you. You only just cared about yourself."

"The nerve of you kid!" He shouted.

You cried more and let out a sob. "We're breaking up and you still call me kid."

He crossed his arms. "It doesn't mean anything."

"Really, you called me that all the time, and only me!"

"It was just a nickname you idiot!" He shouted.

You two continued shouting for a while, just calling eachother names. You also tried to reason with him at one point but he wasn't having any of it, so you went off at him again, and talked and talked and talked about how much he just sucked.

Then he finally had it.

He took a deep breath in, "you need to get the fuck out of my house."

"Gladly." You seethed.

You grabbed your purse and walked out the front door, slamming it shut behind you.

You stopped on the steps and started to cry, letting out loud sobs every few seconds.

As you cried in front of the door, you could hear smashing and things breaking from inside the building. He was full of pure rage and anger, and you weren't surprised to hear everything being broken.

But those sounds were the last you'd ever hear from him.

Ever.

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I apologise, this is probably reeeeeally bad, I had a great idea at first and lost it towards the end.