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#remember that book? yeah im still working on it
jessdrawz · 10 months
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smoke break
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marcmorrigan · 2 months
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@fenglianweek day 6: memories/growing up
the best thing thats ever been mine
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discoidal · 28 days
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i miss the era where all i did was read contemporary poetry i was a worse person then to be clear. but i miss it
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orbdotexe · 2 days
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Under pressure and request from both Osiris and Shin Malphur, Drifter seeks out the Young Wolf early in their exile. He's not sure he'd say it went well, but it certainly could've gone much, much worse. And hey; Shin was right, new friends are new friends. Alternatively: Two rogue Guardians play horse plinko with each other before agreeing to an exchange of favors.
I finally did it- A Questionably Fortunate Encounter's rewrite. I have no idea how I got the motivation to finish this, it wasn't even half done when I picked it back up, but here it is in time for TFE's (concept's) 2nd birthday! I am significantly happier with this than the original, you have no idea. It wasn't even a thousand words and now it's like 20 words from being 2k, and overall? Everything just has more character + an extra page of interaction and the end note being from Ghost instead of Drifter. and being accurate to more story details! I kept a lot of the parts i thought were funny tho, if moved them around-
[old ver. ao3] --- [new ver. ao3] (soon)
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The Sundial. A ballsy idea from a mad warlock.
Knocking a few times on the side, he can’t help the chills down his spine at the whispers ringing in his ears.  “If you short-circuit the universe, you’re on your own.” He snips, his already uneasy grin wavering.
“If I make a mistake here, you might cease to exist,” the old Warlock says simply, though there’s a questioning edge to it.
Drifter only shrugs. “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.”
Osiris squints at him as Drifter moves around the machine, checking the stability. “We haven’t talked about payment.” 
Drifter’s grin smooths out some, sly now. “If you live through this little experiment, you can be sure I’ll be back to collect.”
A simple ‘hm’ is the only response he gets for a few seconds, before Osiris starts again.
“There’s a Guardian you should meet.”
“Yeah, yeah, so I’ve heard. Some bigshot—Can’t wait.”
"Drifter."
The Warlock and that old Hunter had their points—The Young Wolf needed people on their side, and it's not like Drifter couldn't use the opportunity. He figured, if worst comes to worst, just say Osiris sent him. It seemed the best bet; he heard the two of them had been on good terms, and Osiris wouldn’t have sent him without reason.
This was, regardless, a horrible idea.
Which was very quickly weighing him down as he waited just inside their most recent hideout; a willing, sitting duck in the path of a hellhound. Then again, Shin would be waiting for him, just the same, to see if he really went through with it. A rock and a hard place, if both were unmovable walls.
Eventually, the Kingbreaker did show up—and they looked pissed—but they didn't seem to quite notice him, yet. 
Their Ghost, on the other hand, had stopped at the door, and was switching between glaring at him, and watching its Guardian. It was a bare hope, but he almost prayed for the Little Light to let the Guardian notice him by themself—for what good it would do.
Drifter had to admit, though, they looked like Hell—In both the shit way and the eternal punishment way—And he'd quite like to keep them from being his punishment, thanks.
They were never in the same place for long, constantly tapping their fingers or wringing their hands. He'd almost call it a nervous habit; if the jerky, almost corpse-twitching movements didn't make him feel like they'd pounce on him at any given moment. It gave the distinct impression of a Taken, a fact he took no comfort in. He had told Shin they would be unpredictable, but recordings didn’t capture just how much.
The Guardian’s posture was rather slumped, in spite of their twitchiness, but he was rather certain he was a pinch taller than them; though it could be their hunch. That dead-eyed and bone-deep tiredness that seeped off of them… The Guardian stumbled whenever they walked, off-balance. Injured, maybe.
They looked as unstable on their feet as he imagined they were mentally.
He rapped his fingers on the tabletop he was leaning against, a slight knot in his stomach building on the question of ‘How to get their attention without getting pinned as a threat?’
Questionably fortunate enough, and probably should’ve been expected; the tapping made them pause, and he'd almost compare the frozen movement to their namesake freezing to listen. They nearly looked like they'd been caught doing something they shouldn't be, or as if a sudden red dot (or dozen) had appeared on their chest. 
The Young Wolf then snapped to look at him, eyes narrowed and hand beginning to raise to their sword. Their Ghost noticed, and took it as a sign to speak up; "What do you think you’re doing here? Who are you?" For being the Ghost of an exile, its voice was strikingly uptight. Drifter had expected an edge to the voice, but not for it to be pedant.
"Mind your business, Ghost," he drawled. Their head jolted up a fraction. "Just want a talk with your Guardian, is all-"
Their Ghost flicked back a bit, only to be replaced by its Guardian stepping up close to him. Well… he got their attention, at least.
His gut twisted in knots as the seconds passed like that—far, far too close for comfort. "How about we just… back up for a moment, yeah? Think this all through?" Like he hadn’t. He should have told that Warlock and Shin to shove their requests back down their throats.
The Guardian tilted their head, the action more unnerving than anything else, reminding Drifter of a certain other Hunter, and he was unsure if it was an acknowledgement or a threat. They refused to look anywhere but his eyes, and he swore they leaned a bit closer.
He raises his hands to push them back a bit, but thinks better of touching them. He opts to just slide back a bit, instead– except they match his step. He does not take another one. That definitely wasn't good.
"I'll ask again: Who are you?" The Ghost hovers over its Guardian’s shoulder as they tilt their head to allow it to take the center of Drifter’s vision. Their dynamic is clear, but he tries to focus on them.
"Your old man Osiris didn't mention me?” Drifter tries to say, “I’m hurt–”
"You will be hurt–" the Ghost starts, just as the Guardian grips his collar. There’s a moment the Drifter is almost certain they were going to slam him into the wall.
"Alright, alright—” he tries to interrupt, “Just back up.”
It takes them a moment, and a couple glances between him and the Ghost, but they do back up, if not letting go of his collar. He tries to quietly let out the breath he’d been holding, nerves a bit strung. Their emotions are as on-a-dime as he thought. Damn this plan. The Ghost eyes him expectantly.
"You can call me Drifter; I run a little… operation outta the Tower." Their face somehow pulls even further in a grimace. “Now, I know how that sounds, but I’m not working with the Vanguard—Trust. Wouldn’t be here if I was: Heard about your… dislike of ‘em.”
He gives them a grin when they don’t make another move, though not optimistic. Watching every little change in their expression doesn’t give him much hope, either, given the hard line in their brow now. 
"That old Phoenix of yours pointed me your way, and I figured we both could make use of the others'... skills. I've got the connections, and you've guts enough to attack your own–”
The Drifter hardly has time to blink before his back is against the wall again, this time with a knife to his throat, sharp eyes glaring down at him—So it's like that. Osiris might've downplayed the sore spot; Drifter can’t even get away with a tease. He’s good at pushing buttons, but their reservations broke immediately.
He counts by the seconds as the Young Wolf silently dares him to say it again. 
While he decidedly opts not to and tries to think of a way to de-escalate his mistake, he has… an inane thought: They’re taller than him… Not by too much, but the thought gives him an idea potentially worse than even the meeting itself was; something mischievous glinting in his eye and, as an added bonus, giving the Guardian pause.
"...Kinky." Feeling their hold loosen somewhat and seeing their brow twitch, Drifter pushes the joke with a sly grin and a cant to the side. “I didn’t realize you swung like that, Killer…”
Drifter’s eyes flick towards the Ghost at the undoubtably horrified, near-static chiming it makes as it rapidly recoils. “Are you… trying to flirt your way out of this–”
The Guardian’s expression seems of someone entirely bewildered by a puzzle in front of them. As they loosened their hold in what he could only assume was disbelief, Drifter had to stop himself from laughing—in relief, at the absurdity, or at their reaction.
“Nahh… Just seizing an opportunity, you’d understand,” he says, as nonchalantly as he can manage. There’s a moment of silence, the Guardian and their Ghost both searching his face, and it's everything he can do not to break—Either into a sweat or into a fit of laughter.
"...what the hell is wrong with you?" is the only response he got from the Ghost, the top fold of its shell covering half its eye. Drifter can only assume it's meant to be a mimicry of a dead-stare.
"Many things!” He gives a toothy grin that splits his face as he chuckles, “Next question."
The Ghost makes a show of rolling its eye, while the Guardian still looks like their mind has shattered, eyes seeming to search the wall through him for answers. The Ghost seems to take notice of its Guardian’s… inoperable state, and pipes up again, terse, “So what do you want?”
He’s really going to have to cut a deal with the Ghost, instead, isn’t he? As Drifter slowly tugs the Guardian’s hand from his collar—which they thankfully do not resist—he gives the Ghost the greasiest side-eye he can manage. “Well, as I was saying before your Guardian interrupted me,” it mimics narrowing its eye as he speaks. “I hear you two need friends, and, well, I’m always looking for more of those.”
“Just get to the point,” the Ghost pushes, tone flat. The Guardian seems to only vaguely be paying attention.
“Them and I could both use the support, so I suggest an… exchange.”
“An exchange? What is that– You mean, glimmer?” The Ghost interrupts itself with flicking its shell around itself and letting out a short chirr. “Information? We have nothing you’d want in that.”
“Nah, I don’t want any of that. If anything, I’m offering—You two just gotta do some favors for me in return. How’s that sound?” At the mention of favors, the Guardian refocuses; eyes widening some before narrowing and scanning him in search of some catch. “Just a job or two; you scratch my back, I scratch yours, yeah? Nothing you wouldn’t already do, of course.”
At the skeptical, almost blank looks from both of them, Drifter’s grin tightens some. “Favor for favor make sense to you?” He’s tempted to ask if they’ve got cotton in their ears. The pair take a long glance at each other, and he can only see the slight twitching in both’s expressions. 
“...And how do we know we can trust you?” Finally comes an answer, again from the Ghost, but one that’s more assuring than it probably should be.
“Your old man asked me here, didn’t I say? I wouldn't risk this without a good word.” That, or without Shin over his shoulder. He turns his eye back to its Guardian and offers them a hand, “So, whaddya say? Give it a shot, hotshot?”
The Ghost trills in some semblance of worry as the Guardian cautiously eyes him and his hand, body canted away from him, before hesitantly taking his hand. Their hold is slight and feels like they would rather writhe away from him, but they hold just long enough to shake his hand.
“Heyy, don’t be like that, now. Friends take care of friends, yeah? Trust.” The Guardian grimaces at his words. Maybe that odd adage of insects had a bit more truth to it than he realized. 
They’re more scared of you than you are of them?
Hours later, the Drifter far gone, and his Guardian was still kind of distracted. Honestly, Ghost would be lying if he said he wasn’t mind-broke by that as well. Who, in any sane state of mind, would do any of that? Sneak into an ill exile’s hideout, startle and piss them off, and then try to make a deal? 
And why did it… actually work?
Ghost must be losing it.
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silenthillbunni · 6 months
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#hmm there's this librarian working at my local library....#and i know him from before. i was in a bookclub that he was in charge of when i was like 14#the books he chose are the reason i started reading again after a slump of like 2 years#he was always really nice and i felt an affinity w him bc he seemed to also be kinda awkward etc skksks#a couple of years later i was supposed to be in another bookclub that he lead but i ended up never going#he was very nice and tried saying hi to me and smalltalk etc for a while after#but since i was at that time really coming into my avoidant personality disorder#i was just weird and non responsive so obviously we just stopped interacting#however... he still works at the library and i've been seing him every time im there lately#he is SO cool and he has really grown into himself more and he is genuinely nice to ppl#also he was wearing a t-shirt today and i saw that he has tattoos @_@#what im getting is that i think that i have a crush on him again skskksks#i did have a crush on him when i was 14 but it feels more appropriate now that im 25 lol#idk his exact age but he's younger. maybe in his early 30s i'd guess#*not younger that me younger than the librarian stereotype i mean lmao#but yeah my crush on him kinda revived and now im so sad bc i could've known him!!! i could've been able to talk to him#but i messed it up years ago 😔 so now it'd just be strange to strike up a convo. + im not sure he remembers me anymore#sighhhh. everytime i go to the library tho im like.. there he is... so dreamy.. he loves books and reading...#he was also very interesting and he just talks in a way that is compelling and like ugh#UGHHHHHH
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saint-gerard-of-arc · 3 months
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It's incredible that it took me 25 years to watch akira (1988)
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cparti-mkiki · 2 years
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Alatriste and Aguila Roja are both so utterly terrible im so mad they're (somehow?!) the most popular representations of the 17th century in spanish media like. Okay. The three musketeers dollar store ripoff (featuring the cringiest "badass" "hardened" protagonist ive seen in a long time) and the nonsensical ninja of madrid telenovela. Cool. Neither competent fictional stories nor good historical representation. Cool cool.
And after them?? The third most popular piece of media??? El rey p*smado. Im gonna bite someone's head off
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majimassqueaktoy · 1 year
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Just thinking. Trying to maybe write later...
#Okay so in a decent amount of fic the writers make it that Makoto can read braille#and at the end of the day its a completely understandable little detail#but it always makes me 🤔#because being blind doesn't mean you'd automatically learn to read braille...#my aunty has this thing called stargardts disease which is genetic and she was diagnosed over 20 years agao#and has been legally blind for god probably 18 years#and she's still never learnt to read braille#she got taught to walk with a cane bc australia does have p good healthcare for the visually impaired#she even did a touch typing course back before she got put on the disability pension and was still working#i think they might have even given her a book of braille bc i vaguely remember touching it#but she never learnt#so im just not really sure makoto wpuld have learnt to sufficiently read in braille in the short period she had#theres no reason for Lee to know how to read it either so I imagine in 1988 it would be difficult#i mean Lee could have known someone who came and taught her a bit but idk#i think logically she probably just couldnt read in braille#had the tojo clan not upended her life with Lee and depending if she regained vision anytime soon#she might have learned but i think a lot of people who had vision and then lost it as an adult dontnecessarily#act the same as someone who was born with it or lost it very very young#case in point: my aunty#so yeah one of those things thats genuinely not really an issue#im just a mental case that THINKS and reads into things#and goes Hmm 🤔#lmao#apparently she says she reads in braille in the game which i dont remember but ?#tbh that just reads as the writers not actually properly thinking about how short a time she would have had to learn it tbh#like she might have been learning bit by bit but i highly doubt she was fluid with it#idk these games are bad with disability lmao#Aoki is a prime example just bc he got a lung transplant doesnt mean he would suddenly be fuckin able bodied like ????
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onepiexe · 1 year
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did i mention i bought 2 new plant babies
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mejomonster · 2 years
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U ever write and ur like wow a queer person definitely wrote this it is impossible to detach the fact I'm queer from this piece of writing. Well that's fun
#rant#i consider it a positive#but yeah like. i have a bunch of original plots i want to eventually write out as stories#and like. i thought ok ill start with a girl/guy romance since like. my parents might want to read my first finished story#and i love them and im out to tjem and they accept me at pride. but its always a glass closet in a way. they definitely avoid the topic of#who i like. unless im in a relationship specifically or discussing mu own future marriage.#so like a big gay for gay huge epic romance as the first book i shove at tjem is a convo i dont think i expect to have#so whatever i pick one of my guy/girl stories in this original plot story universe. well. im bi#guess how many characters are bi in this bitch. ill give u a hint. anyone wirj any iota#of romantic interest in someone is already explicitly bi. sorry parents but when u read this#u will be smacked over the head by bi being real and remembering ur kid is bi#not a single straight character in this story. assuming anyone straight is fucking impossibimpossible#its clear a queer person wrote this book#oh rodenberry when u said in the future ppl wont care about gender and sexuality limits and lovr is lovr uvu#babey i made itty#i also think like. the current demands ppl make of authors to out themselves. is incredibly invasive like#an authors work generally will speak for itself. and on the flip side#if a lesbian writes a story thats super heteronormativr that can still happen like. identity doesnt equal a perfect (or imperfect) novel#on a semi lighter note. im demiromantic and i feel like#even if i dont intend to that it probably spills into how i write romances and friendships#even tho i like to think i can write ppl who fall in love fasr sjsjdsjsjdj lol
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hanzajesthanza · 2 years
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on one hand we need to have less posts about the books that are just straight up summarizing what happened in them, going ‘remember that? that was good, wasn’t it’ because it’s uncreative, low-effort, and doesn’t add anything new to the conversation… passages or jokes/memes about passages arent included in this, i literally mean just posting “i liked it when [x event] happened in the books”
on the other hand, i don’t have (and i don’t think anyone does) the energy to post constant original content 24/7 😑 when i don’t have time to write about how a passage affects me or the narrative, i’ve just posted it to appreciate it… so yes… i am guilty… did you hear that… confession and repentance.. i confess my sins and i expect punishment … but i will not beg you for mercy
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tenrose · 6 days
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I think Hugh Howey has an obsession with stairs
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peachinspiration · 1 month
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dunmeshi mithruncore (every day I can’t get up to make myself eat at all or get up to use the bathroom or fall asleep or actually do more to help myself unless im told to or someone physically Makes me do it or I finally manage to do so for the first time very very late in the day cuz I forced myself to out of fear)
#im in hell#that thing he said about not being able to sleep without magic or meds is so real#my sleep treatments even stopped working gradually#and if I don’t take any at all im laying awake until fuckinf 7 am#it takes me like an hour of holding it in to use the fuckinf bathroom#and the thing that makes me move is being terrified of kidney failure#it’s 6 pm and I still haven’t eaten my first meal of the day. tried ripping into a protein bar I had saved for moments like this but I can’t#make myself take more than 2 bites#the amount of times these past few years I’ve practically passed out from hunger cuz I just. cannot make myself get up to eat or make myself#something. omfgggggggff#I literally am a magic practitioner and have helped myself with spell work many times in the past yet I just can’t. make myself utilize it#more. yet I have all these books and supplies to use. and I’ve studied for hours and hours and know what to do#and it’s crazy cuz when im high off the sleep treatment THEN I actually do things but I don’t wanna use that more cuz im afraid of getting#addicted uhm. yeah idk what to even do anymore#my bf helps tremendously with leading me to do things but I don’t wanna take advantage of him too much and he’s long distance#but jesus fuck im literally on adderall now but its my emotional problems that keep it from working#it’s like wtf happened#I can’t fucking do anything unless someone’s there to guide me through it or keep me engaged as I work or they push me to in some way#and it’s like wow. cuz I want independence more than anything#it’s crazy cuz I related with his old self to the T especially with the desires and competitivity problems and trying to gain things he#doesn’t even actually want just for leverage and a sense of worth and the ‘if im not on the top on everything i dont have actual worth’thing#and other stuff I can’t remember off the top of my head. and I actually had friends and was more talkative#but now it’s like#🪿#yk what I mean#there’s a shitload of other things I relate too hard with but I can’t remember rn or I won’t mention cuz too much to go into#my bf said if he were around irl he’d cook for me and help with stuff when I go thru being like this nonstop which hey nice cuz obv id help#him with anything too#I mean there’s days where im better and can Do Things but it never lasts long and it sucks I can’t ever trust myself having a job or#I had all these things I wanted to do but I just feel nothing toward it and it drives me insane like can this maybe Not happen so often
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todayisafridaynight · 7 months
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AMAZING HAUL CONGRATULATIONS ON THE NEW KIDS And Godspeed with regard to the charger...
Speaking of a good haul, it's kind of crazy they'll just let you read a whole series at Barnes & Noble... My Brother's Husband sounds really cute though, I'll definitely check the adaptation out! Akane-banashi seems interesting too, I love rakugo-centric media so You Know... easy sell...
I should also probably rewatch VIllon's Wife... I gave it one star because I had an awful time watching the thing but as a film it probably doesn't deserve to be with my other one-stars, considering this review I left on a different movie...
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I ACTUALLY REORGANIZED THE CLOSET SO IT LOOKS NICER NOW complete with a sonic-patterned blanket just to cover the wood ( ´ ▽ ` ) theyre so cute.. a lil ugly.. mine’s colors bother me so much… but i love them… cant wait for aoki to come in so i can abuse him </3
AND YEAH THE CHARGER,,,, hopefully i can just buy one from my school’s tech store and return it once i get my charger back (;;´∀`)
YEAH NO i didnt MEAN to.. it just really had me in a chokehold… if you check out the manga, mild warnings for (unfortunately Obviously) homophobia and nudity (there isnt any smut or even any hints of it, just one or two bathing scenes). I wanna watch the adaption this weekend- or whenever i can safely have a charger ( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ ;;;) if i ever run into akane-banashi again, i’d like to check it out: im bad at reading series and usually just stick to one shots, but i mean. Never hurts to peruse :]]
LMAO?????? How can a movie be THAT bad <- wanted to commit homicide after watching Red Christmas
I thought Villon’s Wife was a fine movie tbh though it was hard watchi by the second half since i was a bottle of nigori in by then and couldnt tell who was what anymore.
Def not a movie worth self harming over thats for sure LMAO but it is p mellow and not super exciting, though i was intrigued by the wife’s character and her struggles and perseverance
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dr3c0mix · 9 months
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HII! can we get more bully pleeeaseee!!!! like maybe reader (any gender) finding his phone and seeing cute/weird stuff of them on it??? how would they react and what would bully do about it??? also love your work!!!!
argaggragrgagrargagragrgag its been a while since ive made a purely Bully fic, also sorry for the long break, i still had shit to work out after my vacation but im back now!! Sorry this is a bit short, but I do have another boy in the works!
Yandere!Bully x GN Reader pt.3
🖤 It's been a few weeks since you and Adrian started dating and it's not much different from what you put up with other than more affectionate touches and kissing.
🖤 He'd do stuff like take your school books and raise them up high enough so you can't reach them and only give it back if you give him a kiss.
🖤 He makes you skip classes with him by trapping you in a bear hug in the furthest parts of the library so no one will catch you guys cutting class.
🖤 He's much much more protective of you as well, glaring at people who look at you for a bit too long and keeping you close no matter what.
🖤 If you tell him to stop he can and will guilttrip you with whining and kisses.
🖤 "C'mon baby he was lookin at you funny! You know I don't like sharing~" you have to pry him off in order to get your homework done.
🖤 Sometimes he even comes home with you, staying over even after dinner to be with you.
🖤 Yes he met your parents, and he's surprisingly respectful and behaved when he's with them.
🖤 But alone with you in your room? Hell nah.
🖤 You're finishing up the last of your homework while Adrian was on the bed playing with one of the stuffed toys on your bed.
🖤 "Hey babes, gonna use the bathroom real quick!" You hear him get up and he peppers your cheek and neck with kisses before going off to the bathroom.
🖤 You continue your work until you notice his phone vibrating. His lock screen opens showing some notification from his friend but something else catches your eye.
🖤 His wallpaper was a photo of you on one of your dates playing with a cat you two found at the park.
🖤 You pick up his phone and stare at the picture, you don't remember him taking this..
🖤 The flushing of a toilet is heard and Adrian comes out of the bathroom and stops in his tracks when he sees you on his phone.
🖤 "...I'm your wallpaper?"
🖤 "Yeah, duh.."
🖤 "What do you mean duh??"
🖤 "Of course you're my wallpaper baby! Who else would be on there?"
🖤 "I don't know...Batman?"
🖤 "Yeah well Batman isn't my fucking partner ok? Robin's his partner!.."
🖤 He's such a dork..
🖤 You laugh and open your arms for a hug, he huffs, pouting a little as he goes to cuddle you close, kissing your neck as he takes his phone from you.
🖤 "When did you take that photo?" I laugh.
🖤 "I take tons of photos of you hun..."
🖤 "...wait what?"
🖤 "What?.."
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