ain’t nothing funny when a soldier cries
Somehow, she recognized that she had no control over her body—that Nick was the only thing holding her up, even if the feel of his arms around her was barely registering. Her mind was too preoccupied with one thought, repeating itself over and over like a staticky skip on a vinyl record:
They think he’s dead.
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aka nohurt number 1, a collaborative fic by me, @valiantlyweepingdreamer and @ficsinpinkink | based on the song “whiskey lullaby” as sang by brad paisley and allison krauss | moodboard by me
we have been taunting the @jatpfs with it for so long, they’re probably sick of us. don’t worry y’all, 1 down, 9 to go :D (very especially sorry to @molinapattersons who we bullied so hard with no context snippets and angst questions. love you shells, can’t wait to see if your theories are correct <3) despite the name of the series, this is very much hurt. please heed the warnings.
find it on ao3 here
