#sub!adrian

they are both lowkey freaky but can only get into it if they've been drinking

and like maybe the whole gang is together drinking and the two aces start getting a little frisky to everyone's surprise and go off to "get a room"

yes im ace, yes im ftm, yes i get hella horny when i drink, and yes this is a self indulgent prompt

he is so fucking cute bro

its called strays :P this is an in the middle of an argument impassioned by love, duh

currently at 6.5k. there will be smut btw. sub!adrian! currently writing it. bye

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You try again, ‘I can’t let you get hurt. Not you.’

‘Hurt me. Let me get hurt, I don’t care!’ He replies. Almost requests.

‘I care!’ You cry, gesturing to yourself with both hands, shaking. Your voice is loud and rasping and breaking and washing away under tears that haven’t breached. Your chin quivers. The rest of your statement comes out stuttering and scrambling, adorned with the heavy water in your eyes being hit with bathroom light. ‘I’m not right! I’m- I’m sick! And— and… you’re so good, Adrian.’

Your eyebrows peak up as far as they can go at the end when you express your opinion on him. It would make him so glad to be praised by you any other time, but now he’s just getting frustrated.

‘Then why are you leaving me here?’ He’s asking so earnestly. He really wants answers so he can just fucking fix it; he’s struggling for them. He looks like a shelter dog waiting to be put down. You don’t want him to be like this.

Especially not for you.

You reach a sharp realization at the forefront of your brain, and you understand deeply now why Harcourt hated herself for what happened to you.

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