Things were finally starting to feel clear. Well, as clear as they could be. You thought there might always be a fog that settled above your head, weaving its way into your brain and around your lungs. Maybe you were wrong, though. Maybe that would evaporate someday, too. The truth was, you really didn’t know how things were going to continue to change. You didn’t know how many times you were going to be forced to step back and adapt. In their own twisted way, things with him before always seemed to feel familiar and safe; you were lucky to come so far before that was ripped away. Now, you just needed to learn and find some sort of solace in the unknown.
All things considered, you were okay. And, God, that was so strange and so relieving at the same time. Six months. Six months it had been now. So strange. Sometimes you felt out of your mind imagining how you could have been so torn apart; that person was foreign.
Still, you wondered how he was—if he was taking care of himself and setting boundaries at work and focusing on getting better. It was hard not to think about him. When you heard a song that reminded you of him or read a portion of a book that you knew he could talk about for hours, you felt that familiar ache behind your sternum. You wondered if it would still feel that way if he had returned your letter. Maybe the mystery was the pain.
one-sentence synopsis: you and adrian probably shouldn’t have been left alone on your mission to las vegas– but you’re not sure you can bring yourself to regret that night, either.
author’s note: thank you all for being so good to me as i start writing fic at a more normal pace!!!!! i’m so happy to write for you all!!!!!! and i am currently DROWNING in emotions!!!!! about so many things!!!!!!!! including adrian!!!!!!!!! i’m so happy to know you all!!!!!!!
Most of the missions you and the rest of the 11th Street Kids get are in the middle of nowhere, so you don’t think there’s anything wrong with you all enjoying yourself when you’re assigned on a mission in Las Vegas.
Youarea little surprised when Chris is the one who suggests you all get drinks together. It’s almost eleven o’clock at night, but there’s nothing more any of you can do for the mission tonight.
“Yeah, for sure, buddy!” Adrian agrees quickly, easily. He looks to you with such an eager expression that you just— you have to go with him. You think it’s probably okay for you to agree, even if the two of you are trying to keep your relationship secret. You aren’t the only one who wants to go, anyway; all of you do. As soon as you agree, Leota does, and then John does, and then Emilia does— and then all of you are going, much to your delight.
Youlikespending time with all of them. They’re yourfriends;at this point, the five of them are practically your family.
It takes your little family less than an hour to get colossallyfucked up.
It’sfun,to let loose and drink and dance and not worry about anything else. Spending time with them when you’re notunder violent threat just reminds you how much you really do love spending time with them. You and Leota spend time talking together, and you and Emilia do shots together, and you and Chris end up dancing together, and you and John briefly escape from the hotel’s bar into its casino. It’s so much fucking fun.
And through all of it, there’s Adrian. The further into the night you get, the lower and lower your inhibitions become. His, too. It starts becoming foggy to both of you whyyou’re trying to keep your relationship a secret.
one-sentence synopsis: when you wake up in the some of the worst pain you’ve ever felt, your only comfort is knowing that adrian is there with you.
author’s note: wheeeeeeeeeew i just finished editing my fic for the first peacemakernet event that i’m gonna be uploading this friday and i needed to write just something a little short and sweet and COMFORTING!!!!!! i needed COMFORT!!!!!!! it’s been a HELL OF A WEEK!!!!!!!
You don’t think you’ve ever felt this badly in your life.
Every movement is a complete torment. Exhaustion is tugging at you, body and mind and soul.It feels like each of your limbs is weighed down, like your head is impossibly heavy, like there’s lead in your chest that’s pushing your core down no matter how hard you try to fight it, and it’s— Honestly, it’s pretty much impossible to fight it.
Your head— Your fucking head.Your head is throbbing.There’s this incessant, muscle-deep ache,something that has your entire brain feeling like a soup, sloshing around, hot and sharp and painful, inside your skull. All over, there’s this sticky heat,this impossible, oppressive clamminess that has you feeling hot-and-cold in shifts, sometimes overlapping to make you uncomfortable in the most prickling of ways.
You attempt to move, trying to coordinate your muscles into pushing you upwards, but it’s not a major success. You mostly just managed to shift your head, then groan when pain rockets through your entire body.
“Hey, hey, stop that,” a soft, familiar voice tells you.
I watched In Secret. Terrible movie. 10/10 would recommend. Trying to explain it to friends didn’t … translate exactly, so I made some visual aids.
Basic plot: Elizabeth Olsen is abandoned as a child in the care of her Aunt Jessica Lange and her cousin Consumption Draco Malfoy.
She is as desperate to bang as any human woman has ever been in the history of time. In an early scene, she watches a shirtless dude cut grass or harvest crops or whatever shirtless dudes do in the 1800s and gets off on it. She has needs.
Unfortunately for her, Aunt Jessica Lange forces her into marriage with Consumption Draco Malfoy, who isn’t all that interested in banging her or anyone. The three of them move to Paris. And then Consumption Draco Malfoy brings home Oscar Isaac, and the “plot” of the movie begins.
