I feel terrible this has taken so long, but I also blame my computer for eating my first nearly finished draft. Tags for this chapter include: feelings fear, anxiety, hopelessness. Pregnancy.
“I need to borrow your car.” Marshall’s eyebrows shoot straight up into his hairline.
“Excuse me?”
“Your car.” You spit, barely containing the tremble in your voice. Your throat is tight, hundreds of thousands of pounds sitting on top of your chest...
2024-11-23 20:25:26 +0000 UTC
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The only sound in the hallway is Simon's breathing.
The carpet is soaked in blood, tan and yellow threads turned brown and red under the bodies bleeding out on top of them. He laid waste to everyone, to all of them, methodically picking his way through a sea of faces, unable to stop himself, basking in the carnage, indulging in his rage.
One of them begged. Pleaded for his life, cried about how he had a family, about how he didn't know anything, how he was innocent. He was a liar,...
2024-11-21 00:41:20 +0000 UTC
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The rest of this will be up tonight but here's a little teaser.
"I've got you." You slump forward, face crashing into his shoulder, too warm to the touch. Festering wounds turned to fever, infection, illness quickly through your veins.
"Simon." You slur, and he cradles the back of your head.
"I'm here, 'm right here mama." The waver in his voice betrays him.
"Hurts."
"I know honey, I know. We're gonna fix it, okay?" You're limp, no strength left in yo...
2024-11-20 22:08:22 +0000 UTC
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When Simon was a child, he didn't believe good things could happen to him.
His father made sure of that, and as he became an adult, he never really grew out of the mentality. It was only solidified, after Roba, and the loss of his family, only further engrained in him, after he woke in the dark with dirt in his mouth, airway blocked by the earth itself.
It was persistent. His constant. The world was an awful place. Full of awful people.
Until you. Until you possessed his ...
2024-11-19 05:27:37 +0000 UTC
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What do you all want to read? I need to stretch my fingers a bit and would love to take a few requests from you here 🩵
Shoot them over to my inbox if you’d like on tumblr so I can write in response
2024-11-19 01:55:00 +0000 UTC
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"The Wager". Just a little rambling/concept that I've stored away.
I like to think about Kyle being the smartest one in the room sometimes. And I love to think about Kyle being the smartest one in the pub the night he meets you. Loud and laughing perched on a stool with a third vodka in your hand. You sit above the crowd, looking down.
He manages to intercept one of your friend's on their way to the toilet, casually asking them what're they're celebrating tonight.
2024-11-15 00:29:36 +0000 UTC
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“And you have all your meds.”
“Yes, Simon.”
“And Cami knows she’s on standby?”
“Yes. Simon, we’re fine.” You pat his bicep but he doesn’t release the hold he has on your shoulders. He can’t bring himself to.
“Maybe I should have started leave earlier.” Uncertainity plagues him, kept him teetering from one side of a fence to another all week. He doesn’t want to go, never wants to, but now, it’s different. It’s worse.
“No. I’m ...
2024-11-10 19:07:31 +0000 UTC
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This took so long but 11k words later, I'm
2024-10-31 20:32:10 +0000 UTC
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Things I'm thinking about for the future (and other thoughts):
Ghoap x reader based on the poem "After the Threesome, they Both Take You Home" with a chronically ill reader. Basically they happen across her on one of the very infrequent nights she ventures out with a friend or two, and take her home. Afterwards, they drive her home and she soaks in their intricacies, appreciating how they love and balance one another. They see her off but find themselves thinking about her...
2024-10-28 19:25:18 +0000 UTC
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18+ sexual content / happy Friday!
"I'm sorry." Your face is wet with tears, and Simon's stomach pitches as it always does when you're upset.
"It's okay honey," he tries to wipe them away, frantically sweeping his thumbs across your cheeks, "it's okay. It's not a big deal."
"I c-can't remember anything, I've never been like this. It's pregnancy brain." You bury your face in his chest, shoulders shaking, and wail. "I'm stupid!"
"You're not stupid." He was out...
2024-10-25 21:06:10 +0000 UTC
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"Wow. I had high expectations but this really surpassed them all." He pulls at the neck of the shirt, trying to stretch it out a bit so he can breathe better.
"You're bloody lucky I love you."
"Aw come on." You're wearing a colorful patchwork dress and a wig, stitches drawn all over your joints with make up, smiling up at him. This torture is well worth it, if only for that fact alone. You're thrilled, and he'd do it ten times over just to see that grin. "I don't think Jack was th...
2024-10-24 21:57:07 +0000 UTC
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I'm going to post this as a one shot on tumblr/ao3 but decided to give you guys the unedited "first part" since the whole thing won't be finished and edited for another week or so.
Reminder: This is an AU for Through Me (The Flood). It has no bearing on the original story)
Happy Friday!
John Price knocks on your door in the late afternoon.
When the doorbell rings, you slip the baby into her bouncer and rub Orion’s hair affection...
2024-10-18 19:46:09 +0000 UTC
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"I think we should keep the constellation theme." You bury your face in his chest as he cups the back of your head. When your fingers fist in his shirt and you gulp, he moves down your spine, kneading and stroking, trying to soothe the nausea.
"Do you need to get up?"
"No, I"m-" You shudder, and then jerk upright, hand over your mouth.
Two seconds later, you're running for the bathroom.
It's been like this for two weeks. You're sick in the afternoons, at...
2024-10-18 00:42:46 +0000 UTC
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2024-10-17 01:25:09 +0000 UTC
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So, I am writing the alternate universe fic where Simon dies and Price steps in to take care of his family. I've managed to get almost 2k words down for it in the past few days, and thought I'd give you guys a glimpse. This is unedited, and an AU. It has no bearing on the actual story of Through Me. Trigger Warning for grief and death of a loved one.
There is a spoiler in here for Through Me, so don't read this if you don't want to know the nam...
2024-10-12 20:16:01 +0000 UTC
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The House was a gamble.
Tucked away in a thicket of forest, boxed in on the side of a hill, it stands alone at the mouth of an uneven gravel road. The porch tips to one side, the front door to another, like the wood is weeping. White, stained paint contrasts with faded black trim, all of it peeling away.
“Not sure how old it is, to be honest. It’s been back there for years, owner let it fall into disrepair....
2024-10-11 21:29:12 +0000 UTC
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"I'm pregnant, not dying."
Simon's lips twist, trying to swallow a smile as he plucks Orion from your arms. "I know, mama. Still, he's huge. You don't need to be picking him up if you can't help it." You throw your hands in the air and your shirt rises, highlighting where your belly has started to change. He can't help but stare at it, warming with pride, with obsession, lust. You turn him into a madman. The bump has pushed him farther into the irrational, possessi...
2024-10-10 01:06:09 +0000 UTC
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Simon Riley who retires immediately after Johnny dies and joins the fire service.
It's good work. Physical work. Death wish work. Everyday he teeters on the tightrope between being alive and being in another grave. One slip, one fall, one miscalculation, and he's done.
He doesn't mind it.
The captain does though. The man reminds him too much of Price sometimes. Older, more grey, shooting Simon looks during debriefs when a reckless abandonment of protocol is mentioned.
2024-10-09 23:56:19 +0000 UTC
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Sneak peek of the next story in the crypt anthology (spooky stories for halloween season)
“Can I help you?” He’s too big. Too tall. Shoulders too wide. Chest too broad. There’s a curve of fat around his belly under the unbuttoned jacket, and you try to look away at how hips give way to too thick thighs. You’re not a small girl, by any means but this man… this man is a monster.
“Just wanted to come by, meet my neighbor.” Your heart is pounding in yo...
2024-10-04 22:02:05 +0000 UTC
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"Happy Birthday Orion, happy birthday to you!"
Everyone claps and your baby, no, your one year old, beams, enamored by the attention as his dad leans over and points at the candles. "Can you blow? Like this," he mimics, only to receive a giggle instead, Orion's eyes turning serious as he watches his dad blow the candles out in one short breath, his fists crashing into the cake and then smashing it on Simon's nose.
Your hand settles over your stomach subconsciously.
Everyone ...
2024-10-03 02:12:31 +0000 UTC
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You look nice.
You repeat it again in your head, drilling it in again and again, determined to soak your bones it, burrow it beneath your skin.
You look fine. Better than fine. You look good.
Kyle’s heavy hand knocks at the door.
“Ready love?”
“Yeah, one second!” You stumble over your shoes, and straighten before curling your fingers over the cold brass doorknob.
“You look beautiful,” he murmurs, lips dotting...
2024-10-02 03:19:33 +0000 UTC
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Tags: 18+ mdni. nurse!reader. Explicit sexual content. Pregnancy and things that come with it. Brief mention of options in relation to termination of pregnancy. PTSD. Heavy emotions. Graphic descriptions of domestic violence and miscarriage, suicidal ideation. This is mostly inner monologue. Feelings of anxiety, despair, fear.. This part is a little shorter due to its emotional nature.
There’s no oxygen.
No room for your ...
2024-09-25 23:10:44 +0000 UTC
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“You dropped this.” You whirl on a dime, legs twisting together and rolling you off balance at the last second, the stranger’s hand shooting out to try to steady you before you catch yourself. “Alright little love?” Powder blue eyes hold you tight, some sort of virose thrall bearing down into your temples, rooting around in the matter between your ears.
“I’m fine.” You manage, but the words lack conviction. Long fingers dig in the soft spirals of your brain, l...
2024-09-23 22:58:57 +0000 UTC
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- tw: domestic violence, mention of grooming, manipulation, pregnancy
“It’s Beth.” Simon wipes the countertop, chasing little dirty fingerprints with a wet cloth, before fixing a hesitant set of eyes on yours.
“That’s pretty… I like it.” There’s something odd about his expression, something haunted almost, a deep, dark well filled to the brim with rancid, stagnant water. You sense it immediately. “What’s wrong?”...
2024-09-19 19:33:32 +0000 UTC
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The next part of Simple Math is due to be up sometime next week, once I get back from traveling and get edits done. Until then, here's a sneak peek for you all.
“I love ye bun. Wholly. Think ‘ve loved ye since the day I opened my eyes to ye leaning over the bed in hospital.” You turn, twisting to face him, and he dabs your nose with his thumb. “I dinnae have any expectations of ye, or yer feelings, but I had to be honest. I had to tell ye.” The confession fights...
2024-09-16 20:08:40 +0000 UTC
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I'm doing a halloween/horror/spooky season collection this year of shorter fics. This is a sneak peek of the first one (unedited):
“You dropped this.” You whirl on a dime, legs twisting together and rolling you off balance at the last second, the stranger’s hand shooting out to try to steady you before you catch yourself. “Alright love?” Powder blue eyes hold you tight, some sort of virose thrall bearing down into your temples, rooting around in the matter...
2024-09-09 18:43:55 +0000 UTC
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✨ not canon for Dead Disco ✨
Sometimes I like to daydream and think about if Dead Disco had an alternate ending and one of them transferred to desk duty to help stabilize their relationship and everyone was happy and well:
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people here.” Your fingers trail across a pyramid of apples, plucking four from the top while giving the woman behind the table a small smile. Johnny fishes her payment out o...
2024-09-08 18:14:15 +0000 UTC
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You've decided the Lieutenant is certifiable.
After he takes you home and babies you through your period, he disappears. You don't see him for weeks. The 141 is still on base, but he's turned into a ghost. The Ghost, you guess, the whispers circling around and around, twisting and turning into grues...
2024-09-05 05:42:19 +0000 UTC
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You have a stage five clinger.
That's the only way to describe Simon lately. He's your shadow. The only time he separates himself from you is to take care of the baby, and even then, he's usually always in sight line.
Most people would feel smothered. Annoyed. Fed up, probably. You would have too, with past partne...
2024-09-04 21:41:11 +0000 UTC
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"Are you happy?"
The heat of your back bleeds into his chest, back of your head tipping towards his neck.
"Yes." The sapphire gleams, setting sun casting a glitter of rays through it, illuminating the deep sea gemstone like true light itself.
He's tried to make it right. Put it a...
2024-08-31 01:00:05 +0000 UTC
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