#tw implied death

[nezumithewriter]

"Oh, forgive me lord, oh, a minor chord,

You put me in this house, i had to claw right out."

this fic has me in a fucking chokehold i keep thinking about it it's running circles in my head faster than grace ran from the guards

delete the fifteen asks i sent before. consider this all of them. i cannot wait to see Grace and Simon's wacky codependency (literally. they might be one by the end of this shit if a certain crew of scientists are any indicator)

besides a hastily drawn sketch i also bring a 15-song playlist on youtube dot com. i don't use spotify sorry. its under the cut

OOGA BOOGA!! did i scare you

this fic has taken over my life

this fic has taken over my life

[nartothelar]

grieving yourself

[kenmaspuddinghair]

tw- implied reader death, descriptions of violence/death

Simon, who says he hates reader, never really gives a proper reason, just says you annoy him.

You've been on the team for months now and everyone else has accepted you except Ghost. 

Everyone else has noticed his hostility towards you too, soap was even the one to point out how Ghost never actually calls you by your name. When you go out to the pub with the guys, Simon sits away from you and acts as if you're not there, won't talk to you, or reply if you say something. The only time Simon doesn't complain about being around you is during missions, although you're quite sure if he could he would choose anyone else. 

This was just an average mission, nothing out of the normal for the group. You were just about to give a location update when they heard it, an ambush. They heard you fall and the sound of your gun sliding across the ground, they all waited just hoping to not hear a gunshot knowing you had been disarmed, but what they heard was worse. They heard a heavy thump followed by your screams followed by multiple more stomps, once it stopped they could still hear your heavy breathing before you screamed again, they heard wind and then what sounded like something, likely you slamming into something sturdy. They had to stand there and hear your screams abruptly stop, after a few seconds they heard what they could only assume was your last breath. The comms were silently for a beat before price spoke up “we have to assume they are kia, the plan doesn't change” soaps voice came through hoarse “Captain we can’t just leave them, they could be alive” “we don't know their location it would be too risky to go looking, we all heard them, all we'll find is a body. Stick to the plan, that's an order” Price made sure to make it clear he didn't want anyone going to try to find your body, not wanting to lose any more soldiers. He thought that would be the end of it at least for the rest of the mission, but Ghost's voice came through “I'm going find them” Ghost was blatantly going against a direct order, price kept calling out to him over comms, telling him all that he will find is a body. Ghost knew, he knew better than anyone on that team, but it didn't matter, even if all he found was a body he was gonna bring it back. And for someone Ghost hated so openly, he sure was wishing to every heavenly being he could think of that maybe you were still clinging to life.

Part 2

[theghostoficarus]

Sad puppy :[

[0v3rgr0wn]

I read your Obsession and Verity post and one of your lines ("somethings going to happen soon and I'm not sure if I can bring my self to do anything about it") has me thinking, what if for some reason the reader ran away or died in some way were they couldn't respawn, how would either Verity and/or Mob react (I just want some angst )

Anon you don’t know what you’ve unleashed- my silliness aside I did enjoy writing angst and used to quite a bit ? Though I’m a little rusty so I apologize for any mess up’s !

ThatMob: *Glancing to the garden through the window* ..Verity.

Verity:…

ThatMob:..Still nothing ?

Verity:…..

ThatMob: *Sighs* They’ve been gone a couple of days, are they.. are they coming back ?

Verity:……….No.

ThatMob:….

Verity: Not this time.

—

ThatMob:..Get off of their bed.

Verity:……*Sat in the middle of Reader’s bed.*

ThatMob:…I’m gonna put it away-

Verity: -Don’t.

ThatMob:..

Verity:…..You barely even sleep in your own anymore.

ThatMob:……….[Redacted] you.

-

ThatMob: *Sits on the edge of Reader’s bed, slowly lying back onto it* ..it smells like them, why the hell does it have to smell like them ?

Verity:..

ThatMob: *Grabs one of the pillows burying his face into it, the faint scent of flowers and shampoo in the fabric* …they used my shampoo again…..

Verity: *Rolls over to Mob’s back leaning against him* they liked the smell of it.. reminded them of you.

ThatMob: *Digs his nails into the pillow* shut up..

Verity:….This won’t help.

ThatMob: Nothing can ! They’re gone and it’s your fault.. *sobs* ..you did this.

Verity:………………..

ThatMob: You took them both.. my friends.. they’re all I had in this [redacted] hellscape…!

Verity:…………………………………..

ThatMob: I hate you.

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ThatMob: *Sits up stretching a bit* ..ugh… *looks around the room* ..Verity ?

ThatMob: *Groans and gets out of the bed.*

-

ThatMob: Seriously where is he..? *pauses near a lit furnace* ..what’s that smell ?

Verity: I made you something.

ThatMob: *Flinches away* [redacted] sake..

Verity:..You should eat, it’ll help.

ThatMob: I’m only gonna eat it because I’m starving.. *grabs the bowl from the furnace.*

-

Verity: *Watching Mob eat.*

ThatMob:…It’s not that bad..

Verity: *Smiles* ..I know.

ThatMob: Yeah, yeah you know everything I get it..

Verity:….I had some myself.

ThatMob: Mhm.. *finishes the bowl* ..thanks I guess.

Verity: You’re welcome.

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ThatMob: *Holding a couple of poppies and white tulips* ..did the dirt look like that yesterday ?

Verity:…

ThatMob: *Shakes his head and puts the flowers on the two dirt mounds* …here’s some fresh ones, sorry it took me awhile.

Verity:..

ThatMob: *Wipes at his face* ..I miss you both…

Verity: They’re both with us.

ThatMob:….Yeah.

Verity: We won’t have to part from them ever again.

ThatMob: *Looks down at Verity* ..can you quit it.

Verity: Why ?

ThatMob: I get you’re trying to ‘help’ but that’s just.. the way you’re saying that isn’t-

Verity: -They’re in us.

ThatMob:……What the hell are you talking about ?

Verity: *Grinning* you liked the soup right ? I didn’t think it would taste that good.. but with those two in it.. the taste was beautiful.

ThatMob: *Staggers away from Verity* Wh.. what ?

Verity: I didn’t like.. Twixxel, but I know how important he was to both of you so I had to include him.. and with the flavor…. I’m glad that I did.

ThatMob: *Grabbing at his chest and gagging* no.. no you didn’t.. that.. augh…

Verity: Don’t throw it up, you know they missed you too.

[dreamyphantasia]

let's give it one more shot, okay? homura-chan. . .

[tiburme]

Patron Saint of Good Intentions

[just-qonika]

"i really, loved the literature club."

id like to think after monikas "deleted" this is how it feels to look back on everything that happened; she has a guilty conscience once she realizes how far everything got taken, and how bad it really was.

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