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[awkwardpaws]

I forgot how much I fucking love The Killers.

[hrts4nomin]

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[acrumpleofpages]

au where reader dies and a new recruit comes in just like you

Tw: Death, grief, descriptions of violence possible age gap (Early 20s recruit, mid 30s Simon haven't figured out if this is going to be romantic or platonic yet

The ache in his chest never left. Some days it was less, some days it felt like he couldn't get up in the morning. Some days he just sank to the floor clutching your dog tags against his chest.

He still remembered the explosion. The way it had blasted you off your feet, leaving you crumpled on the ground. He'd scrambled over and rolled you onto your back.

Your eyes were open. Barely there.

"Stay with me love. Come on. Don't you dare close your eyes. Don't you fucking dare." He remembered how hoarse his voice had gotten. How cracked and broken it had become.

The worst part was, you had seemed fine for awhile. Stuck in a hospital bed yes, but recovering. Simon had fallen asleep in the chair when the flatline started. Nurses and doctors rushed in. He was forced to wait outside.

You were fine. You were alive and breathing and laughing with him not 3 hours ago. He had watched as they shocked you. Once, twice. Simon's heart sunk deeper each time. Part of it stopped right along with yours when they announced time of death.

Letters went home. Plans were made. Simon dressed himself up for the funeral. He sat at your grave for hours. Price made him take leave until he could get himself together.

He still wore your dog tags with his. Didn't get rid of your clothes mixed with his. Kept that stupid perfume you'd snuck back with you. Whenever he got an off day, he'd go to your grave. At first, he had sat in silence. Then he talked. Sometimes he cried. Sometimes he just sat with his forehead on the gravestone.

Today, he had no room to dwell on the ache. He waited for the new recruits , and as he walked down the line, his heart nearly stopped. God it looked just like you. It felt like the air was leaving his lungs. He blinked. You didn't have a sister. You'd never mentioned one, there wasn't one at your funeral. His eyes were playing tricks on him.

He drew closer. Not as similar as he'd originally thought. The hair color was off, the eyes weren't the same. But it was enough. His chest felt like it had a gaping hole in it.

When drills started, she even had your personality. Same stubborn determination, the fire, the need to be respected. He hated it. He barked harsh orders at her, ordered more runs, more reps. He couldn't stand the sight of her, couldn't look at her without thinking of you and how unfair everything was.

How unfair that this hole in his chest would never be filled with anything but eventually a bullet.

[lielowatthelupins]

Are people not embarrassed to be this way? Commenting on whether a writer makes a character a bottom giving your two pence? That's weird as fuck, and you're either a reader who lacks their talented or a much, much less talented writer. Protect writers today and fuck your pessimism!

Context; my original post said not reading an amazing piece of work cause one man bottoms who you don't like bottoming is weird

[societyfolklore]

WIP

Hey people...

Things have started to calm down.

I think.

Maybe.

So I’m hoping to start getting back to my projects properly soon. I have been working on bits and pieces in the background when I’ve had the brain space, even if it hasn’t looked like much from this side of Tumblr.

There are a few things I really want to get back to:

Stolen Devotion Apple Pie Dangerous Notes Wandering Soul

They’ve definitely not been abandoned. Life has just been... life-ing pretty aggressively for a while.

But I miss writing. I miss these stories. And I miss sharing them with you guys.

So hopefully you’ll start seeing me poking around in these worlds again soon.

For those who have sent over request I promise I will start looking at those soon too, I'm just clawing back from what I have.. we are looking at Sep for most of those..

[ilovebylerandstonathan]

Ughhh might hv to put fic writing on hold cus of dam freaking school ☹️

[the-vega-collector]

should I change my pinned post temporarily to a "interact with this post to remind me to work on my fic" post so I can be reminded and kindly pressured to work on my fic (that I haven't started. I have an idea but it isnt started)

(and for any curious mutuals: it's vegatag)