"You asked for my hand."

This is not happening. He's not chained up in the back of a van driving through the desert to fucking Arkansas of all places. He definitely hasn't been kidnapped by some tiny adorable dude with a gun babbling about how Adam is his mate. And there is no way in hell he's a werewolf. Except for how the first two things are very clearly true, and he's starting to worry about the third.

MCR/Adam high school au crossover fic where they go LARPing.

Kris is like an octopus when he is drunk; wiggly and floppy and with arms everywhere.

The party was sprawled across nine different rooms, and Kris ended up getting detoured half a dozen times before he finally managed to track down the bar and get Adam and Katy's drinks and a beer for him.

It would not be an overstatement to say that Adam knows something about sex toys.