beneath it all, we're all just skeletons
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If Sticks And Stones Break My Bones, I Think I'll Be Fine by Imitationvanilla
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026)
12 Aug 2026
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“Heard the sink running,” Grace slurs, already burying his face back into the pillow. “Must’ve been thirsty.”
“Tripped and fell in the sand. Double gravity’s a bitch. Had to wash the dirt off.”
Grace grumbles. “The sand clogs up the sink,” he gripes, but he’s clearly too sleepy to really argue. “Should’ve just bathed.”
“And woken you up?”
“I’m awake anyway. Now lemme sleep.”
Simon chuckles. “Wasn’t stopping you.”
“Mm,” Grace mumbles, clearly already sleeping again. Simon breathes a sigh of relief. He lifts his hand to look at it. The Band-Aid doesn’t quite match his skin tone, and there’s already a little dark splotch of blood on the pad visible through the other side. The throbbing has eased to a dull ache that pulses with his heartbeat. He’d put the Band-Aid on too tight on purpose to feel each thrum.
Grace doesn’t have to know about this. Simon can keep this for himself.
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- Part 1 of beneath it all, we're all just skeletons
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Beneath The Wall, We're All So Delicate by Imitationvanilla
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026)
14 Aug 2026
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Ryland swallows. When Simon pulls his hand away, he sticks out his tongue to show he’s obeyed. Simon lets out a breath at the sight. He squeezes his eyes shut for just a second, then reaches down to squeeze his own cock through his sweatpants. “Fuck,” he grits out, “good boy, Ryland. Good fucking boy.”
Curse being over the age of forty. Curse it all.
“Roll over,” Simon says, pushing at Grace’s torso with his hand, “C’mon, roll over for me, on your side. Let me-”
It takes some effort, since Grace is about as coordinated as an overcooked spaghetti noodle, but Grace manages to roll over onto his side. Simon flops down behind him, tugging his sweatpants down and then using his arm to hold Grace steady. “What are you doing?” Grace asks, voice weak and shaky, “Simon?”
“Squeeze your thighs together.”
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- Part 2 of beneath it all, we're all just skeletons
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Beneath It All, We're All Just Skeletons by Imitationvanilla
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026)
17 Aug 2026
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Simon’s been staring at the ceiling and listening to Ryland breathe and shift and talk in his sleep for the past two hours. He’s exhausted. He wants nothing more than to fall asleep.
His left arm is itchy. No matter how much he scratches at the end of the stump, the itch won’t go away. It’s almost worse than the pain; at least the pain was something Simon could sleep through.
Usually.
He’d taken that pill from Rind for a reason. Fuck, it’s bad if he’s wishing for another one right about now. Maybe then he’d finally get some fucking sleep.
Scritch. Scritch. Scritch.
His elbow. It’s his left elbow that’s driving him nuts, but he doesn’t fucking have an elbow, so he can’t scratch it.
Phantom limb, his ass. Ghosts aren’t real. Phantoms are just stories told to scare kids into staying in their dwellings at night. Whatever this is, it’s too goddamn real to just be a fucking phantom.
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- Part 3 of beneath it all, we're all just skeletons