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My friend sent me this (I think it's from Pinterest)
The people not understanding the subtext of Backrooms and saying it has no plot are frying me. Media literacy is truly dead.
Why dis 🏴☠️ look so mad 😭😭😭
i almost cried over captain clark he looks so sorrowful
where i belong
Looking past that white twink to see the real treasure (its Clark)
If pirate clark was white y'all would've made him a Tumblr sexyman by now
Surely I am not the only one who found Clark from Backrooms hot as hell. Like yesss babe! Let your maladpative coping mechanism ruin your life, you're SO hot!
I Can't fix him, but I could fuck him ahh take.
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I desperately need someone with more skills and patience than me to make an icon cut of Santa Peachfuzz. TIA ILY
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Silver fox Josef. Like if you agree.
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November Rain || Adrian Chase x Reader
Authors note: Leave it to Adrian Chase sobbing crying to pull me out of a three year fanfic block. I love this man. Please forgive any formatting errors, Its been a long time. Also shout out to my sibling for the inspo. :)
Adrian Chase X reader. Hurt/Comfort. 670 Words.
Spoilers For Peacemaker S2 Ep 5.
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You sit perched on the arm of the sofa between Harcourt and Economos, your head down as you quietly process the sudden absence of Chris. You can hear Adrian’s barely muffled sobs just a few feet away in the bedroom. You ring your hands helplessly, unsure on if you should go comfort him or if your presence would make it worse. Adrian has always prided himself on Being your rock. You’re unsure on if he’d want you to see him breakdown…
A subtle creak of the floorboards alerts you to movement over by the door. You look up just in time to lock eyes with Adebayo as she steps back into the living area. Her eyes are wide and worried as she subtly nods for you to come over. You nod, immediately standing on shaky legs to cross the room towards her.
“He asked for you.” She whispers, stepping out of the door so you can get past her. “We’ll give you guys a minuet...”
You offer her a sad smile as you step into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind you.
The sight before you makes your heart twist, Adrian sits on the ground with his back against the bed, his head in his hands as he softly weeps. You shuffle over to him without hesitation, sinking to the floor next to him.
“Baby…?” His voice cracks on the word, you don’t think you’ve ever heard him sound so small.
“I’m right her Aid, I’ve got you.” You assure as confidently as you can though your heart is breaking for him.
He slumps into your side, his tears returning in earnest now. You wrap him in your arms, letting him cling to you and sob into your jacket. You embrace him as tight as you can, one hand carding up into his hair to cradle his head against your chest. The other rubbing soft soothing circles into his back. It seems to calm him after a while his sobbing puttering out into sniffles and hiccups.
You’re so caught up in the sheer emotion of it all that you don’t even realize that he’s started rambling between sniffles. “We’re supposed to be best friends. How could he- how could he just leave me like that?”
You feel tears spring to your eyes at his question. You desperately wish that you had an answer for him. Instead you opt to hold him just a little bit closer against you, a kiss falling to the crown of his head.
“I wish I could tell you, sweetheart. I really really wish I could.”
“He-“Adrian pauses as fresh sobs shudder through him.
“He didn’t even mention me in the note.”
Your soothing stills as you think back on Chris’s goodbye note. He asked Adebayo to read it, called Emilia for her behavior towards him, and listed you and John off alongside Emilia- Oh, shit.
“I’m so sorry Aid, I’m so-“ You own tears finally fall now, your eyes stinging with the weight of the realization. You feel absolutely heart broken for Adrian, and all you can do in the moment is hold him firmly against you as he processes his emotions.
A heavy moment of silence settles over the bedroom. Only occasionally cut with quiet sniffles from either of you.
“What did- what did I do wrong?” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost like he didn’t intend for you to hear it.
You cup his cheek and tilt his head up so you can look him in the eye.
“Don’t do that to yourself sweetheart, Chris’s decision has nothing to do with you. Okay? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Adrian searches your face, for what you’re unsure. Eventually he nods softly, seemingly accepting your assurance.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, baby.” He chuckles despite his heart ache.
You run your thumb across his cheekbone, a small smile tugging at your lips.
“Probably get snot all over Leota’s bedspread.”
“Hey, I’m civilized. I’d at least use the hand towels!”