#skateedit

 these are in no order other than the order they’re in my bookmarks! ps: i missed out on the days of ff.net / was never active in lj fandom so i’m sure there’s tons elsewhere i haven’t read! please feel free to rec me things if you have them!

From a Safe Distance by anythingbutblue

Post-island Kate gets a visit from Sawyer. Written before the last season aired, this has spoilers through season five but isn't canon compliant beyond that.

tramps like us, baby by mollivanders

They try living like normal people, for a while. Kate and Sawyer have both tried this before, they know the steps and supposed to.

carry these weighted bricks all the way home by mollivanders

It's been months, if she lies to herself (closer to a year at this point). All the same, he's slid into her booth, crushing his cigarette in the ashtray before he meets her surprised eyes.

Home, let me come home by dollsome

Kate needs to run away for awhile. Sawyer tags along.

Footprints of a Ghost by 51KateSawyer15

Kate keeps finding sand around the house despite the fact that it’s been over a week since she and Aaron last went to the beach. Little patches of sand, gritty beneath her bare feet as she steps on the bathroom tiles, sticking to her sweaty skin as she lies in bed at night. Little patches of sand like footprints of a ghost.

Every Day He Drowns by 51KateSawyer15

Kate is an island of goodness in an ocean of fear, uncertainty, and death; as though she contains all the righteousness Sawyer had forsaken the moment he pulled the trigger and watched an innocent man die. But it’s not just that. It’s her strength, her stubbornness, the iron force of her will, and the glint in her eye that says 'I’m in the wild'. Every day he drowns in her; over, and over, and over again.

Showing no mercy, I’d do it again by tropico

She tells herself she deserves the loneliness as Sawyer bites the space between her shoulder and neck, leaving almost-bloody teeth marks. Post S6.

find a penny, pick it up by mollivanders

She’s like a bad penny; keeps popping up in places he doesn’t expect.

Real by kardamon

This life, him – it's nothing like the neat, happy image she used to dream about when she lied curled alone in her bed, listening through the closed door to the crushing furniture and yells of the drunken man. It is a messy affair, the two of them. But she'd already tried to take the other route, again and again, and every time it all fell apart like a house of cards. . (Set during 'Tricia Tanaka is Dead')

place to rest / keep on running by me, once