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1. Beneath It All, We're All Just Skeletons by Imitationvanilla

   Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026)  

   • Mature
   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • M/M
   • Complete Work

   17 Aug 2026

   Tags

   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace
   • Adrian (Project Hail Mary) & The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)
   • The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)
   • Ryland Grace
   • Adrian (Project Hail Mary)
   • once again i'm not super happy with this but i need it out of my brain so i can start working on the next project
   • what's the opposite of writer's block?
   • Too Many Ideas
   • all of them are arguing
   • I get nothing done
   • anywho
   • Healing
   • Eden is a Cult (Iron Lung)
   • Amputee The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)
   • Minor hallucinations
   • nothing crazy
   • Homesickness
   • in like a super fucked way
   • Implied/Referenced Self-Harm
   • Loss of Control
   • Kind Of
   • Men Crying
   • There's a Tag for That
   • i love that
   • The Convict | Simon Needs a Hug (Iron Lung)
   • and a therapist
   • he gets one
   • Not the other
   • Prayer
   • The Convict | Simon Has Religious Trauma (Iron Lung)
   • The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung) Loves Ryland Grace
   • Ryland Grace Loves The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)
   • They're In Love Your Honor
   • Simon has issues
   • allusions to angels
   • I'm Bad at Tagging
   • No beta we die like SImon
   • title from a snake eyes song
   • Implied/Referenced Assault
   • adrian is so done with simon's shit
   • Author Is Sleep-Deprived
   • author regrets everything
   • The Author Regrets Nothing
   • very different from the last fic in this series
   • but read the first one if you want context for this one
   • the second one is just smut
   • a smut sandwich if you will
   • Flying by the seat of my pants
   • not even wearing pants
   • how do i do it
   • im crying send help
   • Oh also
   • Literal Sleeping Together

   Summary

   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.

   Series

   • Part 3 of beneath it all, we're all just skeletons

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