If anyone needs me, I've died and it's their fault
I’m not a doctor but can I prescribe this gem from @charnelhouse to help perhaps remedy the deaths this causes.
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If anyone needs me, I've died and it's their fault
I’m not a doctor but can I prescribe this gem from @charnelhouse to help perhaps remedy the deaths this causes.
Please heed all the warnings on the individual fics. I am not responsible for what you choose to read.
To the authors - thank you for putting in the work 💕no one gets enough recognition so thank you for taking the time to write and being brave enough to share it with us 💟
Pairing: Will Miller x F!Reader, Benny Miller x F!Reader Words: 5K Warnings: Smut. Cheating ish. Death. Self-harm. Violence. Grief. Man-bun Will (bc Hunnam looks good with it. sue me for damages). Summary: Will's alive. You and Benny deal with the consequences of your actions. A/N: This is the final part. Hope you enjoy. I'm nervous!
Part One Santi’s phone rings while he’s in a drive-thru. It’s almost comical. He’s irritated with the car in front of him for taking too long. He just wants some damn fries.
He doesn’t even take a second look at the number when he answers his cell.
“Yeah?” he greets them.
“Pope.”
The voice is low and ragged. Santi flinches - his hands sweat around the steering wheel as he blinks dumbly ahead of him.
“Pope. Are you there?”
His stomach has dropped to the floor - has gone underground. He recognizes that voice - the cadence - the grit. All of it.
“Will?” he gasps as the car behind him honks.
He realizes there’s no one in front of him.
Had to read this again after recommending to @wildbornsiren !!
It’s a beautifully, messy, sweet, brutal masterpiece (parts 1 & 2) and I love it 😍 the scene setting, the emotions, the little sprinkle of details here and there, brilliant 🤩
I’m trying to be more active on tumblr and read more of the wonderful fics the writers produce.
My fic recs master lists seem to get a lot of reblogs/notes. So for my fic recs for the month of October I want to read fics that have 200 or less notes. So please tag me in a fic that you think deserves more love, submit a fic of your own that needs some more attention, send me asks (anon’s welcome) with links, whatever you prefer.
I will reblog every submission and create a masterlist to be posted 1st November.
Fandoms and genres I will read under the cut.
Signal boost appreciated 💜
I’m trying to be more active on tumblr and read more of the wonderful fics the writers produce.
My fic recs master lists seem to get a lot of reblogs/notes. So for my fic recs for the month of October I want to read fics that have 200 or less notes. So please tag me in a fic that you think deserves more love, submit a fic of your own that needs some more attention, send me asks (anon’s welcome) with links, whatever you prefer.
I will reblog every submission and create a masterlist to be posted 1st November.
Fandoms and genres I will read under the cut.
Signal boost appreciated 💜
I’m trying to be more active on tumblr and read more of the wonderful fics the writers produce.
My fic recs master lists seem to get a lot of reblogs/notes. So for my fic recs for the month of October I want to read fics that have 200 or less notes. So please tag me in a fic that you think deserves more love, submit a fic of your own that needs some more attention, send me asks (anon’s welcome) with links, whatever you prefer.
I will reblog every submission and create a masterlist to be posted 1st November.
Fandoms and genres I will read under the cut.
Signal boost appreciated 💜
Pairing: Will Miller x F!Reader, Benny Miller x F!Reader Words: 5K Warnings: Smut. Cheating ish. Death. Self-harm. Violence. Grief. Man-bun Will (bc Hunnam looks good with it. sue me for damages). Summary: Will's alive. You and Benny deal with the consequences of your actions. A/N: This is the final part. Hope you enjoy. I'm nervous!
Part One Santi’s phone rings while he’s in a drive-thru. It’s almost comical. He’s irritated with the car in front of him for taking too long. He just wants some damn fries.
He doesn’t even take a second look at the number when he answers his cell.
“Yeah?” he greets them.
“Pope.”
The voice is low and ragged. Santi flinches - his hands sweat around the steering wheel as he blinks dumbly ahead of him.
“Pope. Are you there?”
His stomach has dropped to the floor - has gone underground. He recognizes that voice - the cadence - the grit. All of it.
“Will?” he gasps as the car behind him honks.
He realizes there’s no one in front of him.
This is heartbreakingly epically beautiful! The imagery is perfection, I was right there! I felt every ounce of grief and anger and remorse. The friendships were so sweet and the confession was just wow 🤩 I’m simply astounded and in awe of this wonderful writing!!