#I wanted to do something with “no grave can hold my down I'll crawl home to her” but I couldn't find the right pics. tragic

[lunejump]

unsure what this is. I mean evidently it's a wallpaper but yknow. feel free to use

#I wanted to do something with “no grave can hold my down I'll crawl home to her” but I couldn't find the right pics. tragic #bkdk #bakudeku #katsuki bakugou #midoriya izuku #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha edit #anime edit #phone wallpaper #phone lockscreen

[postmortemnivis]

no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her.

simon really meant it, every bit of it, he’d come back to you somehow. he would find his way back to you. wether it was walking through the front door quietly not to wake you up in the middle of the night or cold in a coffin. he’d rather have you hold his dead body than not to have you touch his skin ever again.

that’s what simon was thinking about as his ear ringed so loud he couldn’t focus on his surroundings. he looked up at the sky, so blue it almost didn’t feel right. why so blue when so much blood was being shed?

he occasionally would feel the ground he was laying on tremble, maybe a hand grenade, maybe a body falling next to his. the smell of gunpowder filled his covered nostrils and he could feel his lungs collapsing on themselves from the thickness of the air he was breathing. his eyes weren’t doing good either, filled with dust and sand from the dry earth.

it took him a few more seconds to focus his eyes on something, something that possibly wasn’t moving, his head spinning each time he tried to sit up. something was weighting on his legs, holding him down. he struggled to raise his torso and groaned at the sight of a large body blocking him. he let himself fall back down.

he was ready to go, a sharp pain to his side telling him he wouldn’t last long alone. he’d been through worse, way worse, the scar provided by the meat hook was proof of that, but something was telling him this was as bad. he was ready to go.

the only thing he could think about in his last moments was you. he thought he could see glimpses of you, maybe your hair in the corner of his eyes or he’d hear your laugh as another fire shooting started. his eyes searched for you frantically. he wanted to tell you to leave immediately, scream it at the top of his lungs, but his voice was caught in his throat and you weren’t really there. his mind just playing cruel tricks on him.

your name was repeated like a mantra in his head, repeating it so many times it almost lost a meaning. almost. a prayer, a chant. he sure needed to pray, for you.

he had been shelving the thought that tormented him for months. he wanted to go and confess his sins, he almost felt the need, his palms itching with haste anytime he thought about it. years had passed since the last time he had set foot in a church, so many that he had almost forgotten the reason for the visit. the ghosts of the past never abandon you, especially if they are people you love, especially if they are family, the innocent. its always the innocent who pay the highest price.

‘i wonder what she’s doing now, who’s gonna knock on her door and tell her im gone.’ he thought. ‘hopefully price. he’s the one with tact and the most considerate. he’ll help her when i’m gone, keep an eye on her.’

the sweet smell of your hair replaced for a moment the one of blood and gunpowder, your laughter still echoing in his ears. he pictured your sweet face and big innocent eyes looking up at him.

“promise me something?”

“mhm?” he hummed, surprised you were still up. his hand hadn’t stopped caressing your hair since you laid down on his chest, your hand resting on his collarbone as your ear listened to his calm heartbeat. “yeah, anything.”

“promise me you’ll always come back.” you whispered in the dark room. “promise me, simon.”

he nodded, taken aback by your request. you weren’t the fondest of his job, he knew it, he hated to concern you like he did.

“yes.”

“promise.” you urged. “please.”

he bent his head down and kissed the top of yours, his arm sliding down your back and drawing you closer by your waist. “i will, love. i’ll always come back to you.”

you sighed, the knot of thoughts in your worried head began to untie. “mh.”

“better now?” he softly asked. his voice was hoarse from his constant shouting orders at the obstreperous recruits. you gave a short nod. “i mean it.”

he groaned as he managed to get the body off of himself, struggling to get on his knees.

fucks sake, he couldn’t let you live with him gone like this. it was selfish of him to leave you in such an abrupt way, really. he tried to push away the image of you opening the door to find price with a carton box filled with simons stuff from the barracks with the balaclava and skull mask on top and your knees hitting the floor before he could even say anything.

his legs didn’t feel like they could hold his weight up, he immediately fell to his knees as he heard another rapid fire too near him for his liking. his gun was long gone, he had to manage to survive alone, again.

“crawlin’ it is.” he breathed as he started to drag his tired body with the strength of his arms alone. you had always praised his strength: he could lift you with one arm alone, you loved to be held and hold on to his arm anywhere and at anytime. that was the main reason he always pushed for more while training, and the motivation your sweet compliments always gave him now were gonna save his life. he made a mental note to kiss and hold you a little longer and tighter if he ever made it home alive.

he could see the building his team was supposed to meet up in case things got bad. it looked so far away that it was alarmingly close. maybe it was just his messed up vision, a mirage, but he could swear he saw you from a window looking at him, urgently motioning him to come.

he brought the thick balaclava above his nose so he could breathe better and as enemy gunfire continued to flow, he kept his head low as he moved dead bodies from his way.

he could hear your voice calling for him and he wanted to call you for you back, but the noises of the battlefield were hurrying him to get to the safe zone first.

he stumbled by the door as he brought himself up, one hand stabilizing him as he held on to the doorframe as the other went to press on his wound.

“lt!” johnnys voice called before he rushed to help him. “ye cheeky bastard, i told them not to leave yet, to wait for ye.”

“gaz saw you get shot.” price swung simon’s arm over his shoulder in order to help him to the nearest table, where he laid down.

“he saw that right.” simon bit the inside of his cheek as price inspected his wound, pressing on it. “is he a‘ight?”

“he’s fine, hit his head but had his helmet on, he’s getting checked out by the medics.” price informed him as simon winced at the sharp pain. “there’s at least two bullets in here, didn’t pass through, stuck.”

“just take ‘em the fuck out.” simon groaned. “how’s it lookin’?”

“you’ll live.” price patted his shoulder in comfort before he went to call a medic.

“we really thought we’d lost ye there, lt.” johnny’s face was glowing with sweat and blood, the black war paint smudged messily all around his face and his mohawk dusted.

“helicopter’s leaving in thirty, boys!” price’s baritone voice called from the other room.

simon scoffed, sighing and closing his eyes, finally letting himself relax as your figure started to fade from the corner of the room where it’d been standing, silently looking at him. “won’t lose me, can’t wait to go home, johnny.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simons a loverboy at heart #simon is not ghost

[starflirts]

NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN (I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER)

in which luke is determined to keep you close to him forever. luke castellan x fem! reader, wc: 1.36k, warning: swearing, note: first post dedicated to my favorite villain... enjoy !

"Wha-... what the fuck are you talking about Luke ?" From the edge of his bunk bed, your boyfriend avoids your stare, looking anywhere but at your face. "Look at me ! You can't just drop this upon me and act like nothing is happening !" He can hear the hurt and the confusion in your voice and decides to get closer to you. He wants to hold you tight and never let you go but settles for holding your hand.

"Babe, listen to me. please." He’s the one to look at you with pleading eyes this time, one hand circling yours and the other resting on the nape of your neck. "You know how much I hate Olympus and how they toy with us just for their own benefit. I know you feel the same way, watching kids barely getting here safely only to never be claimed or only when their parent deems it convenient ! Do you think it's fair ? To be used as a puppet so you can finally be worthy in the eyes of mom or dad ? Risking your life to fix their shortcomings ?"

His emphasis on dad doesn't intrigue you, you already know. Everyone knows. His eyes are full of resentment and his scar seems so red, a stark contrast with the unmarred skin. Luke goes on and on about his supposedly great plan and you can only watch in horror as the boy in front of you looks nothing like the one you fell in love summers ago.

Hand reaching for the one still laid on your nape, you look up, brows furrowed. "Does Annabeth know ?"

These three words are enough to make him flinch. He opens and closes his mouth and that tells you everything you need to know. Your face twists with disgust and anger as you shove his shoulder enough for him to stumble back, away from you.

"Fuck off Luke !" you spit, tears cornering at your lash line. "How dare you turn your back on your little sister, on me ?" Your voice cracks but you try to put up a brave front, wiping the corner of your eyes. You can only stare at him in disbelief, even though your hands itch to bring him closer to you, to hold him and to at least try to understand his sudden change of heart.

Luke attempts to step forward but you pull back and he can hear his own heart breaking. He runs a hand over his face before answering you with a shaky sigh: "Look, I’m doing this for everyone at camp, for us ! I want us to live free of that burden. We deserve so much more than what the gods have to give !" His voice falters and he clears his throat. "I don't want to wake up one morning and find out you're gone because of them, because you went on a stupid quest for the sake of your parent who can't even bother to acknowledge you !" He looks at you fondly and sighs. "Do you remember the time I came back from the quest Hermes sent me on ? You were so scared something had happened to me. I can't let that happen again. I can't let that happen to you. I want to protect you, to protect us ! You- you're all I have."

Tears fall freely as you shake your head, hugging yourself in an attempt to calm down. "There’s got to be another way, you can’t… You can’t do this Luke ! I-" you sob.

And you feel so afraid yet you don’t know whether you’re more scared of Luke himself or of the thought of losing him to something this insane. The cogs in your brain turn and turn but you can't bring yourself to drive him out of your life, not when you've seen him at his best and at his worst, when you've been by his side for so long you can't even remember.

In a few steps, Luke is engulfing you in a hug and all resolve you had to push him away crumbles within seconds. He rests his chin on the crown of your head while you cling to his shirt. He holds you tight, as if the mere thought of you walking out of his cabin would become true and you might vanish with the wind.

"Hey hey, it’s okay, we’ll… we’ll figure it out, we still have time." he whispers in your ear and you want to believe him, you really do.

Slightly pulling back, he rests his forehead against yours, hands coming up to cup your face. With a sad smile, Luke's thumbs wipe your tearstained cheeks.

"There, don't cry," he tells you softly, "my pretty, pretty girl. You know I'll never let you go right ? I love you too much to be able to live without you."

His smile is genuine as his hand cautiously takes your own to place it on his chest, right where you can feel his heartbeat. "You’re here, always and forever, no matter what."

Luke's world had crumbled a long time ago, ever since he realized the gods were monsters in disguise. But now that he has you in his life, whatever's left of that sparkle of hope he had when he was fourteen (and when the world seemed so big yet so full of chances) shines brighter. You were the one who rebuilt everything from scratch, who fixed the gaping hole in his heart.

Your free hand comes up to brush his cheek, thumb trailing his scar. You wish you could close your eyes and pretend that the world isn't on the brink of disaster, that your Luke isn't about to change its course.

The love of your life starts again: "I'll be with you at any cost, believe me. And if anyone, so much as the gods or that new forbidden kid attempt to separate us, I'll walk- heck I'll drag myself back to you !"

His promise is sealed with a kiss and you're certain you'd follow him in a heartbeat: "for better or worse ?" you ask in a small voice, lips hovering over his.

He answers you with a smile and shiny eyes: "for better or worse."

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[lychniis]

⚘— FOR A RETURN AND DEPARTURE.

i. SYNOPSIS : he returns home after his time in the battlefield, stinking of rust and sweat. you wait for him as you do. as you always do. ( childe x reader ) // evenfall event - prompt ii ( ❛ no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to her.❜ ) + hyacinth and orchid.

ii. WARNING(S) : mentions of blood and death, childe having no self preservation lol, smut at the end with a bit of angst sprinkled in. this post contains 18+ content. minors do not interact.

# masterlist

Childe’s lips speak of hunger and lust and the monsters he keeps chained and bottled up in your presence. It’s chaos cut apart into a human shape and stuffed in with haphazard abandon; it still leaks through ( It’s those moments when he stares out into the snow and you know he imagines it stained red ). 

Your mother called Childe a monster. You still let him into your home and feed him like a stray fox. And like a stray touched by a kinder hand, he leaves footprints down to the path of your home, in and out and all around. His scent spools into your sheets. His old boots were left in the corner by the door. His fishing rod is tucked out back.

And when there are wounds to be licked, he comes to you. Last month he was cut across his arm. He let you bandage him up and he kissed you with aching gentleness ( it’s one for his family. It’s one for you ). 

This time he’d been stabbed clean through. Most of it was healed on camp, mages tucking viscera back to place and mending blood vessels and ruptured nerves. Lacerations that would have given way in your hands. Burns you can’t heal yourself. It leaves a sourness in your mouth that never quite goes away.

“I was impatient.” he admits with a silly little laugh when you unbutton his shirt. “I had to see you again. How could I possibly function if I don't?”

“You could have spared a few hours.” you mutter. “Look at this. You’re still bleeding.” And you point. His bandages were a sticky scarlet. It rubs off on your hands and you feverishly pray it’s not infected. 

He laughs again, like his life was a game, a gamble. You feel like you’ve been stabbed. It’s selfish, maybe, wanting just a little less recklessness in a soldier. “I can’t stand anyone else touching me like that. Not if it’s you.” he muses, tugging you down on top of him. His touch brushes against your hips, your thighs. Hunger. It soothes the ache in your chest. Just a little. You’ll want more soon enough. 

“Can’t you be a little more careful?”

Your voice is soft, a little defeated. Your hands work. Undo the soiled linen. Sew his wounds. It’s like second nature to you. Muscle memory. Your mind rewiring and purging uncertain clumsiness.

“I can’t test my luck if my opponent is stronger than me…” 

“Ajax.”

Childe does not shut up. “...But I'll always come back to you.”

“In a casket, maybe.”

You finish sewing. The look you focus him with is something rawer than you’d like. Reckless man, you want to scream. Reckless, reckless man. You want to tug at his hair. You want to stuff him away in your home where there is no battle, no wars. 

The bandages are next. They’re tugged tight enough, tied and pinned away. He grabs your wrist. “Alive,” he promises. “I’ll come home alive, zolotse.”

"If you don't"

He's disarming. You despise him for it. "Have a little more faith in me." he croons. 

You’ve had enough. You kiss him, for every day left with a cold side to your bed and a meal for one. Childe lets you as he falls back, and he tugs away at your clothes. It’s viscous. And soft. It’s both.

( And it’s voracious. )

“Off.” he whispers, breath hitching to a whine. You move your legs, let him do as he pleases, testing teeth against your shoulders and tugging your innerwear down for the heat of his palms. And you draw him back to the surface when he sinks too deep, when he forgets he’s wounded in his haze.

His fingers spread you apart, stroking against your cunt, pressing up to your clit. He nips at your lips. He demands another kiss. Rust and sweat hang off of him. It’s familiarity, a chilling comfort, something twisted that Childe turned tender. You embrace him. 

“Ajax. slowly.” you whisper into his shoulder. “Slowly, love. You’re still hurt.”

He slips a finger inside. You buck your hips and whine. 

“But I missed you.” he croaks out. “I missed you zolotse.” He dares to be sweet now, lips pressing up against your shoulders while he works on you, works you apart, as easily as he mans his swords. 

You tug at his hair, let him drive you further, drive you mad. “I missed you too, Ajax.” you finally admit. You know the tragedy that dances beneath the lines here. It’s glaringly obvious, it’s heartbreaking. You hold him tight, so tight like he’s something delicate, something breakable.

( Human. And monster. )

He brushes up against your g-spot. Your hips falter. “Please.” you whisper to him. “Please stay a little longer. Please.”

You don’t understand why you still insist on it. You let ecstasy take you anyway and it loosens your lips and makes you beg and say those whispered secrets stowed and locked away. And Childe listens. He listens to all of them as he enters you with a quiet groan, rocking your body with shallow thrusts. You wonder if his shoulders sunk with guilt then. You wonder if he wished for a little more as well. 

You’re soaked. He’s pressed his face into your chest. His hips canting, his pace quickening. Your body still through numbness and ecstasy, sight gleaned over when the first climax picks you apart and empties out your ramblings to unintelligible cries.

The battlefield calls for him a few days later. He lingers by your bedside. You watch his smile and remember it all.

His side of the bed is cold after. 

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

kjhgfvghjk this fic was initially suppossed to include kaeya in the roster okijuhygfgbh but my brain and energy was like "just one sweetie." "but-" "just one, sweetie." see my sense of freedom is non existant in the face of burnout kijhgvfghnj and i'm sorry i like childe a little more i went through a whole enemies to lovers arc with him jo you were there when i told you lkjnhbnjmk.

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[thetravelingtyper]

Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.25) SR (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 1 - Work Song by Hozier (SImon RIley One Shot) Kept awake by Soap, Simon takes the time to recollect on a few things close to his Heart.

Warnings: Possible OOC of Simon, Suggestive Content, Cursing, Jealous and Possessive Simon, Konig being slightly unhinged lol

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.50, Masterlist

As decided by the poll! Here is Simon. You don't need to read the other two parts for this I think but I recommend you do for context! Enjoy - Ash :D

Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Simon Riley was a light sleeper if he got any sleep at all. Johnny helped but the Scot tended to talk in his sleep, disturbing him. Price had left that day to return to base but you and the men needed to remain for another two weeks. That day you gave the men an earful about their treatment of you.

You turned to Simon with a simmering fire in your eyes. You walked up to him, poked a finger into his chest, and cursed.

“You! Big trouble mister! You were the worst of you lot! Price got away for now but he’ll hear it soon!” 

Simon nodded, giving a gruff apology and taking your hand in his. You blinked and looked into his eyes. There you found a swirl of emotion restrained by his nature. He set a hand to your face and tilted your head up.

“I’m sorry dove. I was angry at you, more myself, for not being able to protect you. I should not have left you.”

Johnny sets a hand between Simon’s shoulders. 

You lean into his hand.

“It's ok Simon.”

And with that you let him be.

Simon shuffled out of his room quietly, making sure not to disturb Soap who rolled over, pulling into himself without Simon there. Stretching his neck, Simon red the clock, 2:46 am, he sighed, he was going to feel this tomorrow. The man padded down the hall, passing the sound of Gaz snoring in his room. He turned the corner into the kitchen. Opening the cabinet he reached for a glass and a bottle of bourbon. Sighing he poured himself a glass and leaned against the counter taking a sip. His memories kept him company.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

He and Heart were on a duo mission in the Alps running intel for a botched mission. Everything had gone to shit when Ghost got shot. The shot went clean through, nicking nothing important but he collapsed with a yell from Heart.

“Shit Simon!.” Heart yanked him up and fled. 

The night was almost on you. You rushed to pad the wound the best you could, heart quivering. The kiss had changed things between you two but he didn’t speak on it. You had to think fast! Wait! Kortac! 

You grabbed your emergency phone and dialed the only person you could quickly reach. König. 

The operator had a safehouse in the Austrian Central Alps and you tried your luck…with success. König had picked up with a kurt, 

“Who is this? How did you get this number.”

“König it's me! Heart, I need help!”

His voice changed immediately,

“Schatz! Where are you?”

You responded with your coordinates and set Simon down against a tree, his groaning sharpening to a gruff laugh. You turn to him with wide eyes, his bandage having bled through. You curse, putting your phone in his hand to hold while you repack the would, burying the bloody bandages as it begins to snow.

“Schatz!” Königs voice echoes from the phone drawing Simon's sharp eye.

You try to take it from him but Simon grips the phone tighter.

“You called the Austrian?”

It's sharp, venomous even, his eyes trying to focus on you. You just gape at him, the sting of his voice carrying something you couldn't identify. You yank the phone from him while König confirms your location, he could be there in an hour. You praise him with thanks and try your radio again as the weather worsens. Nothing. You pace before you hear a gasp of pain. You turn to see that Simon has pulled himself up to lean against the tree.

“What in the fucking world are you doing LT?!?” 

He just glares at the phone. Arms reaching forward to jaggedly pull you to him.  The tactical vests kept you inches apart but the glower of his combat mask took up the entirety of your vision.

“You called König?” Simon hissed, having set your rifles aside he cusps your neck and pulled your face as close as he could with your helmets on. You pause before you simmer,

“You’re bleeding like a stuck pig Ghost!” 

You want to throw your hands up but his form entraps you. With strength you didn't know he could manage, he turns you both and pins you to the tree, breath heaving from the exertion. He grips the back of your neck with a gloved hand. 

“I don’t like him.”

You gawk at the man who’s form starts to sway,

“You got freaking SHOT! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? 

He chuckles deeply, caressing your neck, and his free hand reaching to lift his mask above his mouth. 

“What is this about Ghos-” You are cut off when he slams his lips against yours for the second time. 

Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

And I was burnin' up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

You gasp into the kiss, Simon pinning you further and taking the moment to open the kiss. You shove against him and he grunts, parting with heavy breaths and dilated pupils.

“Simon! What, how, why? You've been shot this is not the freaking time!”

His head staggers to your neck, lips parting with a deep chuckle that reverberates against you. He presses a kiss to your exposed neck that has your legs quaking. Your hands push against him with a little more success, but he is stubborn.

“Stop.” It is a deep-voiced command you push anyway.

“You need to sit down Sir.” He groans at that, but your phone rings again igniting something fierce in Simon. You go to pull it out but he uses his free hand to pin yours back.

“What the fu-” He bites your neck and your head knocks back against the tree neck as the phone continues to ring. He tongues over the mark before tracing up your neck. You give a breathy whimper before looking into Simon's eyes. His pupils are blown but his face cripples in pain as the phone rings. You push him, finding he gives with, stumbling, his bandages reddening. 

You dash for the phone, grabbing it as Simon reaching for you collapses, clutching his side. You rush to grab him, answering Königs questions. 

“Simon!” He blacks out.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

König arrives in 30 minutes, dressed in winter gear, and helps you to rewrap Simon and take him back to the safe house. You both rush into an open area with two single beds. König and you set Simon down and you are panicking. König grabs medical supplies while you work getting Simon’s equipment off. You strip his top off peeling the bloody compression shirt off and leaving his scarred abdomen open. You rewrap his wound and lean him back against the pillows.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Simon faded in and out, lured to moments of almost consciousness by your laughter. His eyes momentarily open, muddy eyes from the shot you have given him earlier. As he comes to, unable to move he sees König and you close together, sitting at the table and eating. Something deep in his gut, not nausea nor pain, burned as he saw König reach an arm around you. 

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

Night fell quickly as you rewrapped Simon and then used the shower, reappearing in a spare one of König’s shirts and your winter pants. You checked on Simon who was still out cold. Under the eyes of König you run a hand down his masked face, eyes tracing firm and scarred muscle. König then sees your neck his eyes darkening.

“Schatz”  

You turn to him in question.

“Are you and the Ghost together.” 

The question startles you and you look to the taller man with wide eyes. He takes the moment to stand, and to your surprise pulls off his sniper’s hood. Underneath was a handsome face, pale eyes, and dark brown hair. He reached back and undid his bun letting his hair fall. He steps forward, towering over you.

You stutter a no, a “I don’t Know.” 

König nods looking almost sagelike. He reads your body and eyes.

“It's complicated ja?”

You just sigh and nod, a hand running through your hair. You then sit down on the other bed and he joins you as you just spill it out. Everything, Soap, Gaz, Ghost and then Price. You go on for an hour just talking with König listening. As you end he sets a large hand on your knee in comfort as you collapse onto the bed with a huff. Your eyes turn to you and he smiles, making your breath hitch. 

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Something in Simon's mind stirs, he shifts and feeling exposed his eyes open. He shifts up against the pillows he is propped against and his eyes seek you. What he sees makes him freeze. Your back is on the bed with an unmasked, lessly dressed König leaning over you. Your laughter chimed out. Simon's heart freezes seeing Königs hand on your knee before it lifts to hover over you. Ghost tears through him then something black and vicious. Simon practically throws himself up with a grunt, then he's on his feet. You shoot up, knocking into König whose eyes fly to the standing Lieutenant. 

“Back the fuck off of them.”

He barks the order as he steps forward rage balling his fists up and tensing his muscles. König chuckles and stands, putting himself between you and Simon. 

“What will you do Geist?” He says calmly, something in Königs brain raising in glee at a challenge. You wrap an arm around König and pull but the man doesn’t move.

“König! Stop!” But the man continues tempting Simon, like baiting a wolf.

“You can’t protect them, what can you and your team do if I..” König spins around and gives you a knowing look,

“Wha-” 

He grabs your face and presses his soft lips to yours. With you in shock, he deepens the kiss in a mock way. Simon snaps, lunging forward and tackling the bigger man as you step back in shock. König is strong but Ghost tears through Simon as rage and pent-up emotional adrenaline rush through him. He flips himself on top of the man, falling on top of him to the floor. His hand grabs for his knife and he pins König to the floor with a growl and a knife to his neck.

“Simon!” You yell it out but the man doesn’t move, dark eyes staring into König as then König laughs, a hearty sound that rumbles under Simon. His ice eyes gleam with delight. He had been wanting to test the famous Ghost. Simon, mind clear and now awake sees this then and stabs the knife into the wood floor next to König. You rush forward then wrap your arms around his bare chest.

“Simon that's enough.” Those possessive eyes then shoot at you in Königs shirt. He surges up off of König and crowds you, backing you up until you fall back onto the bed. He follows, his knee bracing on the other side of your thigh and hands, arms, and chest caging you in. König stays sprawled out watching the show. 

Simon's eyes burn into yours, something hot and possessive burns there. You gulp unsure what to do, but the position does something, sending a simmering heat to your belly. Simon breaths heavily, rage dissipating, his eyes catch the spot he marked on your next, and pleasure surges through him. His eyes flicker to König who watches with a smirk, he realizes then. It was a test. Simon’s eyes meet yours and you find your hands reaching for his face to try and comfort him, but he does something a lot more intimate. After pulling his mask up, His lids droop and he dips his mouth into you in a languid kiss. You moan into the kiss and he chases the sound, lowering his weight onto you. 

His hands run at the edges of Königs shirt possessively, Jealousy burning at his fingertips as they skim your skin but don't go under. No. Simon parts from your lips, tracing a kiss down your jaw and then to your neck as your arousal builds.

“Si-” He sucks at the junction of your neck that has you arching your back under him. He pauses then kisses there and hums against your skin as his arms work their way around you. 

König stands, turns, and enters the bathroom and Simon relaxes fully. 

He then, grabbing you, rolls so you're on his chest. The position allows you to finally take a deep breath and still your wildly beating heart. Simon runs a hand through your hair as you stare at him in wonder. His eyes soften before he tisks in pain, You try to get off him but his arms shoot out, muscles pulling you back to him.

“No, please stay.” 

His voice is soft, something tender and sweet. You look down at him and feeling a push from your heart, clenching so tightly it takes your breath, you kiss him. SImons eyes widen before closing as your hands brace his wound before traveling up tight muscle. You echo him earlier by then parting and tucking your face into his next in embarrassment. 

“No Dove, let me see you.” 

Simon murmurs and you pull back as he cradles your cheek. You see the adoration then, in a brief flash before the bathroom door has Simon's eyes becoming guarded again. You take the moment to roll off him and sit up. König reappears with the knife, standing with a smirk regarding you as Simon sits up. You stand to approach König but Simon stands and wraps you in his arms, pulling you flush against him. The Skull glowers at König but the man waves Simon off, offering his knife back by the blade. Simon reaches and takes the blade in silent agreement with the Austrian. You relax then in SImon’s hold as König flips off the light and gets into bed. 

“Goodnight Schatz,” he says as he turns his back to you too. 

Simon huffs, releasing you to lie down on the bed, pulling himself tenderly under the covers. To your surprise, he pulls his balaclava off. You go to get a wipe for his eye black but he just takes your hand and pulls. You sigh, murmuring a good night to König, and shuffle into bed minding Simon’s wound. He quickly pulls your back to him and engulfs you with his arms. You blush but as the actions of the day finally catch up to you you find yourself nodding off in your Simons arms. 

He presses a final kiss to the side of your head and after you fall asleep he murmurs a deep,

“I love you.”

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

SImon finishes his glass of bourbon as there is a noise. There is a quick light as you shuffle out into the kitchen. You then notice Simon.

“Si,” you yawn, “Why are you up?” 

He sets his glass aside. He opens his arms and you immediately come forward into them. You press a tender kiss to his jaw and he embraces you. 

“Just thinking Dove.”

He pulls you in for a secret kiss, fingers dancing down your arms and intertwining your hands,

“Just thinking.”

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[scarredwithcruelintentions]

no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her

A Baldur's Gate 3 Reader Insert Fic by scarredwithcruelintentions

(crossposted on AO3 here)

Rated: E

Pairing: Astarion/Tav, Astarion/Reader

Current W/C: 23,144

Summary:

The memory of clawing his way out of his own grave was among the worst he'd collected over his long life. He'd never imagined being turned would lead to nearly two hundred years of enslavement at the hands of a cruel master; but then again, he'd never even imagined being turned in the first place. All of his days as a spawn had blurred together, so much the same as they were in their infinite torment and shadow.

Until, one day, they weren't.

He knew one thing for certain, though.

If he had to do it all over again, crawl from his grave and live another two centuries of endless night, he would without question.

For after the darkness, he would come to find the light. He would come to find you.

A/N: Hey everyone! I went into Baldur's Gate 3 completely blind, knowing nothing about any of the characters, story, or gameplay. And, of course, I was immediately drawn to Astarion with his striking beauty, heavy flirting and aloof cockiness. Totally let the horny rule my brain (because GODS DAMN he's hot) and pursued a romance with him. And then I learned more about his story as I progressed in the game, and I was completely disgusted with myself. See, I did to Astarion exactly what so many people have done to me: I looked at him as an object, as a pretty piece of arm candy that was happy to cater to my *ahem* more lascivious whims. My heart broke a little (okay, a lot) because I feel much the same way as him about being treated like a piece of meat, something to be consumed and discarded in one fell swoop. I recently started Cognitive Processing Therapy for my trauma, and because I really connected with his character and storyline, I was compelled to write an apology to him in the form of this fic. Equally, in turn, it acts as the love letter to myself in accepting and moving forward from my own traumas. As I'm sure you can tell by now, there is a lot of heavy and uncomfortable subject matter to come in this, and I don't blame anyone for needing to click away. The story is meant to be an exploration of relearning the full spectrum of human(oid) emotions, so it will be a bit of a rollercoaster. Big shoutout to my Skwid Sis for cheerleading and my best friend and partner in crime, Big Daddy E, for reading it out loud with me in character and helping me (try to) edit my unnecessarily verbose run-on sentences. I cherish you two more than words will ever come close to expressing, and just want to say thank you for being patient and understanding with me during this very painful and difficult process. And lastly, I want to thank you, the reader, for taking the time to share in my healing journey by giving this silly lil brainchild of mine a chance. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I've been enjoying writing it. :) Likes, comments and reblogs much appreciated! Will be updated weekly (unless, yk, I am particularly inspired to share)!

chapter 1: this is a gift

chapter 2: the hunted

chapter 3: a desperate revelation

chapter 4: a reflection in another's eyes

chapter 5: a lament for all things lost

chapter 6: ruination and regret

chapter 7: sorrowful lash

chapter 8: scorched earth and rebirth

#bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion #tav #astarion pov #soft astarion #vampire spawn astarion #astarion is bad at feelings #astarion needs a hug #but so does tav #reader insert #unnamed tav #no use of y/n #afab tav #bard tav #au canon divergence #trauma #angst #emotional manipulation #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #slow burn #fluff #eventual smut

[the-sun-and-the-sea]

Do you have any new favorite Odesta fics that you can recommend for the new year?

Hi! Sure, I definitely have some. These are some of my current favorites and have been published/updated within the last few months.

this is the place where we breathe for love by NORsevvy - This is a series featuring Odesta as well as Johanna & Finnick. There's some pre-canon stuff and stuff that aligns with canon, so that gives some variety. It's definitely a great place to start if you're into the found family dynamics between the victors.

no grave can hold my body down (i'll crawl home to her) by rosaeles - If you want a great Finnick lives AU (and who doesn't?), then you should check out this one. It's such a poignant and hopeful piece while still showing that there's struggle in survival, which I love.

Castles Crumbling by CJThrone - What I love about this one is its unique premise. It situates Annie and Finnick in the Panem we know but in a very different context. I won't say much more because I want to avoid spoilers but definitely go read the summary!

Tiger Shark by WreyWrites - This is a fic about Annie's Games and will follow through to the end of Mockingjay. It is canon divergent so there are some differences when we get to the canon timeline. This fic has a really fresh take on Annie, with an interesting blend between elements of Career Annie and non-Career Annie. If that didn't make sense, it will if you read it.

Growing Sideways, Growing Upwards by The_Nerdturtle - This is a modern AU in which Finnick and Annie are actors in Hollywood. It still incorporates elements of canon while giving the relationship a different backdrop. I found this one really cute so it might be a good one to look at.

An Unusual Customer by insomniacscribbler - This is another in-Panem AU that puts odesta into a different context. The dynamic here is really interesting which is what drew me to the fic. It's tagged pretty minimally but let me say that if you like POV Outsider or dramatic irony then you'll probably like this!

the waves and moving crests by inthesquare - This last one is another modern AU set in college, where Annie and Finnick are both students and Olympic athletes. I really like the elements of canon that it brings in, and the odesta romance is softer without being in Panem, while still having realism.

Those are some of my current favorites, I hope you can find something on here to read! As always, feel free to reblog with any recs of your own or self promo. Happy new year <3

#asked and answered #fic rec list #thg fic #odesta #finnick odair #annie cresta #thg #the hunger games

[themuseoftheviolets]

no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her

pairing: emmary | wc: 996

can be read as a prequel to emmeline after

Come home to me.

Promise me.

Promise me you'll come back.

She wasn't breathing. As far as she could tell, she hadn't breathed in a long time. Hadn't needed to. Never would need to again.

Don't do this to me. 

Please.

I can't take it.

It was difficult to move. There was something heavy all around her, weighing her down, keeping her caged in.

You told me it was over. That you wouldn't do this anymore.

She squeezed her fingers together and found that the sensation was familiar, the feel of it nostalgic. She can't remember much, but she knows this feeling is something she is used to.

You'll die. You know that. You won't get lucky a second time. 

Dirt. She was touching dirt.

It was under her fingernails, inside her mouth, under and over and all around her body.

If she wanted to leave, she'd have to dig her way out.

Do you want to die? 

She doesn't think she did.

Her fingers move, her arms twist and turn until she can wiggle a path upwards. She tries to focus, but her mind is a fractured thing, memories spilling out of the cracks.

⋆

A large room, covered in blood. Or maybe not blood, but something akin to it. It drips down the walls. 

No, no it doesn't. She's just close enough to notice the brushstrokes. 

It is red, but it isn't blood. It's just paint. 

She's staring, she realizes, at the wrong thing. She's meant to be looking at the picture that hangs on the wall, not the wall itself.

But the paint is harsh and thick and peeling, and it doesn't look right. It's too natural. Something that appears to be hand-made rather than the result of magic.

But this is a magical room, right? She can feel the magic around it, so thick she thinks she could touch it.

Focus.

The picture. Yes, the picture. She's looking at it now.

It's a group of people, all huddled together. She can see them but can't quite make out their faces.

They're moving, though. Jumping in the air.

Magic. The walls may not be magic, but this picture is.

A hand touches her shoulder, warm and firm.

They look happy, don't they?

I wonder if we're gonna look like that when we graduate.

Somehow, she knows they didn't.

⋆

Time passes, or at least she thinks it does.

She can't tell, she just moves.

The ground is solid and unmoving, until it isn't, and she feels a cold wind hit her arm as it finally breaks out.

She keeps on crawling, punching her way to the surface. It should hurt, she thinks, but it doesn't.

You never think things through.

You just start fights like you can win them all.

You can't.

Eventually, she kicks around enough dirt that she can crawl out of the ground, pushing herself up until it releases her.

It's dark, and there's dirt in her eyes, but that's fine. She doesn't need to see, she knows the path before her like the back of her hand.

As she straightens herself she notices a piece of flesh hanging loose in the side of her waist. She picks it up and rips it off her body, and throws it on the ground.

She hardly feels it.

⋆

A small room, just barely big enough for a double bed. A girl, laying down next to her, crying.

It's an awful sound, quiet but excruciating. She doesn't like it, doesn't want the girl to cry anymore.

This is not fair, it's not fucking fair.

Outside, the city is quiet. Eerie, almost. She's never known this part of town to be quiet, why is it quiet?

Because everyone's dead.

No, not everyone. There's still some of them left. They're still here, after all, aren't they?

She places her hand over her own heart, feels it beating. Then she takes her other hand and places it on the other girl. They're alive.

I don't feel alive.

We're alive.

We'll be dead before we know it.

⋆

The tree is the center of it all. Everything that grows in this place, grows around it. That's what the girl had said, when they first came here.

You're everything I have.

She touches its bark, and she can feel it. The years spent here, the memories made. She rests her forehead against it and knows she is not far from home.

This is our life. It's not just yours.

She follows the invisible footsteps they have left behind; hers bigger and spread apart, the girl's smaller and closer together.

The girl, the girl, the girl.

She had a name, a beautiful name. A face she loved to look at, arms she found comfort in.

The girl, the life, the promise.

Are you really going to walk away?

No, she thinks. I won't walk away, I'll walk back.

⋆

There's a letter on the table. It smells of death.

It is death. It'll kill you.

I won't let it.

You say that like it's a choice. 

I survived one war. I can survive another.

No.

Yes. I have to.

Why?

I just do.

⋆

She follows the pathway til the end of the park, turns right and keeps on walking.

Her body, if it can still be called that, is falling to pieces and leaving a trail behind, but it is functional enough to carry her.

Two turns to the right, one to the left. Walk two blocks, turn right one more time, and there she is.

Come home.

Here she is.

The door is red, red like the paint, red like the blood. She knocks on it, and the force of the knock causes one of her fingers to fall off, but she doesn't care. It doesn't matter.

All that matters is that the door opens, and the girl appears behind it.

Come home to me.

Mary stares at her, mouth agape.

Emmeline smiles.

“I came home."

#the italics were. such a pain to pass from the docs to here #had to redo each one #anyways tried smth new. barely edited. am pleased w the results. enjoy <3 #emmary #2nd war emmary #emmeline vance #mary macdonald #lia's writing adventures #minifics

[st6rly]

rare is this love (keep it covered).

synopsis: when my time comes around . . . you know where to find me (aka, treating xiao's wounds) | wc — 0.6k

[ !! ] — masterlist.

characters: xiao x gn!reader

categories: implied modern au, implied spy au, angst, hurt comfort

warnings: blood mentions, pretty graphic descriptions of injuries/cleaning said injuries, verbal fighting + past physical fighting (not between reader and xiao)

notes: im a hoe for hozier songs bro. this is my submission for @june-again's song event! and also ig the revival of my writing blog lmao. out of context this is going to sound wildly wrong but ig i have a thing for hurting xiao bc he's always hurting in my fics :skull:

Crimson dripped from split skin and slowly started to seep into the wood flooring of the inn. Harsh breaths escaped bloodied lips as Xiao did his best to pull himself into the shared room with a hand pressed to his side, a dying hope in his chest based around getting put together enough to keep you from noticing his state. He stumbled into the tight-fit bathroom as red is smeared on the walls and clumsy hands work to find the medkit you had stashed away when you first arrived here. 

Knees clattering on the worn tiles, he pulled himself to lean against the bathtub and ripped open his blazer to reveal the knife wound that grazed through the white dress shirt you had just bought him. He grumbled something that even he didn’t understand and used a lead filled hand to unlatch the bottom buttons of his shirt. Xiao hissed as he peeled the shirt away from the wound; blood had started sticking it to the skin. 

“Well, what do we have here?” you coughed, a grim smile placed on your lips as his murky eyes filled with shock and something desperate. “You should’ve told me. I finished my part an hour ago.”

You crouched down and pressed your hands to his side firmly to staunch the bleeding more. Xiao felt his head swim and had his vision blank on him before coming back into fuzzy focus. Worry coated your face and you chewed on your lip. He wanted to reach up and smooth out the scrunch in your nose, but instead, let himself relax in your hold. 

“The whole point was to not worry you.” 

You laughed bitterly, and replied, “And you think this doesn’t worry me? You’re lucky it’s just a graze and the weapon didn’t hit anything vital.” 

Silence is all that followed as you moved his hands back to his side with a stern eye to keep pressure. You grabbed a towel from under the sink and wet it, returning back to his side to wipe away the surrounding area of the wound. The cold brought his mind back before it could drift father out. A grumble about needing stitches left your lips and he huffed, restlessness pooled under his skin at the unexpected, but not unwelcome, attention. Xiao knew you had a sharp eye, but the way you placed a hand to turn his head had him wondering if you could also read his mind. 

“I care about you, Xiao. I don’t care how much I need to say it,” you stated, that familiar firmness laced in your voice, “but I need you to know that you are worth taking care of.” Your eyes softly fell to his torso before they locked with his eyes. 

“I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.” 

“Xiao, you of all people should know that we can’t make that promise.” 

“But I am. You can raise me from the dead and kill me again yourself if it gets broken,” Xiao said with the same fierceness that gets carried with him on the field. The same type that makes his targets fear him. “No grave can hold my body down.”

He took your free hand in his own, eyes filled with such sincerity and passion, emotions that his face would not portray. 

“I’ll crawl home to you. Always.”

“I’d prefer it if you’d just walk through like a normal person,” you muttered with a saddened but grateful smile, “but we’re not exactly normal people so that will have to do.” 

“I promise you, I'll come back.”

“And the same for me. Always.”

#! notepad.txt #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #xiao x reader #xiao angst #xiao comfort #genshin angst #genshin comfort #genshin x gender neutral reader #juningin #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact scenarios

[my-soupy-brain]

Hey lovely! I was wondering what you'd think of the first dance at Ted's (and readers) wedding would look like? Work song by Hozier is stuck in my mind, but really I'd love to see any song you'd like!

Hello, lovely! I love this idea. Ted and reader would have a perfect wedding with friends. Nothing too big and too flashy, but full of love and laughter. I'm picturing Jason's 2022 Emmy tux for this story. This song is gorgeous - I had to listen and it's spot on.

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: None, just fluff

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The room seemed to fade away in your periphery when Ted took your hand and led you to the dance floor for your first dance as husband and wife.

You've danced to many songs in your time with Ted. But when he played this song for you one night, saying, "It reminds me of my feelin's for ya darlin'..." you knew it was something special.

Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat There's nothing sweeter than my baby

Ted's big hands went around your waist, then he took one of your hands in his.

You couldn't see all the guests milling about at the tables around you. Some were watching, some taking photos, some chatting with each other.

You didn't hear the chatter. You didn't see the flashes of cameras.

You only saw Ted's deep hazel eyes looking at you.

I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

You smile at each other, kissing gently. Your hand coast up and down the silky lapels of his tuxedo. He smells so good. His hair has flopped over his head a little now, and you don't dare change it.

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

His hand roams up and down your waist. The two of you talk quietly, only you can hear.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Ted murmurs, smiling. "You always are, but my goodness, sugar..."

He makes a small whistle with his lips and you giggle, biting your bottom lip.

Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin' in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did

He kept holding onto you, his hand pulling your body a little closer, your chests pressed together.

The room may as well be empty other than the two of you. You didn't care a lick about the rest of the reception.

Just this moment with him.

When Ted leans closer to you, your cheeks nearly touching, his deep, Kansas voice sings the words softly to only you.

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

As the song winds down to the last remaining chords, Ted holds your face in his hands and kisses you sweetly. The crowd around you cheers, but you're still in your world with just Ted.

Your Ted. Always forever your Ted.

---

Yep, this song had me in tears. Stupid emotional hormones. But oh goodness, was it ever beautiful. I may need to do more wedding stories for reader x Ted. I think it would just be...exquisite. Thank you for this lovely prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso in a tux would be ultimate

[guillotinna]

Angsty songs that are GhostSoap and the lyrics that makes me think that:

Iris - goo goo dolls

"I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think they'd understand. When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am"

Another life - motionless in white

"I hate that it seemed you were never enough. We were broken and bleeding but never gave up. And I hate that I made you the enemy. And I hate that your heart was the casualty. Now I hate that I need you"

Mercy - Shawn Mendes

"I'm prepared to sacrifice my life, I would gladly do it twice

Oh, please have mercy on me. Take it easy on my heart

Even though you don't mean to hurt me, You keep tearing me apart

Would you please have mercy on me?"

Heartless - The Weeknd

"I lost my heart and my mind. I try to always do right. I thought I lost you this time. You just came back in my life. You never gave up on me

I'll never know what you see. I don't do well when alone"

Two Birds - Regina Spektor

"Two birds of a feather. Say that they're always gonna stay together

But one's never going to let go of that wire. He says that he will, but he's just a liar"

How to Save a Life - The Fray

"Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend. Somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night. Had I known how to save a life"

The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives

"The Moon will sing a song for me. I loved you like the Sun. Bore the shadows that you made. With no light of my own. I shine only with the light you gave me"

Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey

"I think I'll miss you forever. Like the stars miss the Sun in the morning skies. Laters better than never. Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive"

Angel With a Shotgun - The Cab

"I'm an angel with a shotgun. Fighting till the war's won. I don't care if heaven won't take me back. I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have?

And I want to live, not just survive, tonight"

Ziptie - Julien Baker

"Someone's got my head in the slums. And everything I do makes it worse. Human nature, call it a curse. Tired of collecting the scars

And stories and the parties and bars. Trying to find a reason to fight

But someone’s got my head in a ziptie"

Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

"No fair. You really know how to make me cry. When you gimme those ocean eyes. I'm scared. I've never fallen from quite this high. Falling into your ocean eyes"

Work Song - Hozier

"I didn't care much how long I lived. But I swear I thought I dreamed her. She never asked me once about the wrong I did. When my time comes around. Lay me gently in the cold dark earth. No grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to her"

Gilded Lily - Cults

"Haven't I given enough, given enough?. Always the fool with the slowest heart. But I know you'll take me with you. I know I'll take you with me"

I'm Yours - Isabel LaRosa

"Nervous, trip over my words. You're so pretty it hurts. Baby, I'm yours, Baby, I'm yours, Baby, I'm yours. I need something more. I'll pray to the Lord That, baby, I'm yours"

Soldier - Trixie Mattel

"Don't look down the barrel with an arrow And a bow. Dressed down in apparel With camouflage from head to toe. With everything so sterile in a heavy monotone. Oh soldier, you gotta let things go."

Until I found you - Steven Sanchez

"I would never fall in love again until I found her. I said I would never fall unless it's you I fall into. I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her. I found you"

Tears over beers - modern baseball

"He needed more than me. I'm friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty but he needed more than me"

#send this to ur fave ff writer bc i'd love to see these incorporated into fics #can u tell im an angst enthusiast? #ghostsoap #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw22 #cod mw2

[poetrysings]

" where words fail

, music speaks. "

alexander warren ⤷ character development task # 1 : character playlist ( listen here )

work song - hozier

" when my time comes around lay me gently in this cold dark earth. no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her. "

you're on your own, kid - taylor swift

'" cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned everything you lose is a step you take so make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it, you've got no reason to be afraid. "

hallelujah - jeff buckley

" maybe there's a god avobe but all i've ever learned from love is how to shot somebody who outdrew you? "

soul of a man - killian donnelly

" i guess i'm just a ruse in my father's shoes. no amusing no confusing this streak of losing. totally brutal and useless, too. "

so will i - ben platt

" the mountains won't start moving and rivers won't run dry. the world will always be there and so will i . "

being alive - stephen sondheim

" somebody crowd me with love, somebody force me to care. somebody let me come through i'll always be there as frightened as you, to help us survive. "

peace - taylor swift

" but i'm a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come. all these people think love's for show but i would die for you in secret. the devil's in the detail but you've got a friend in me. would it be enough if i could never give you peace? "

from eden - hozier

" idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on it's sword. "

fighting fires - spencer jordan

" i'm fighting fires while everybody else is striking matches everywhere. their smoke climbs higher so i keep my inside until i'm running out of air. "

sidelines - phoebe bridgers

" watch the world from the sidelines, had nothing to prove. 'till you came into my life and gave me something to lose. "

clean - taylor swift

" when i was drowning, that's where i could finally breathe. "

vienna - billy joel

" slow down you're doing fine you can't be everything you want to be before your time although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight. "

nature boy - david bowie

" the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return . "

#bhqtask001 #📂 ⤷ 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 : 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 / about #📂 ⤷ 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 : 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 / tasks #there's 40 songs in this playlist i couldn't explain them all so i give you: the quotes that have MEANT something for alex #like 3 of these turned into tattoos for him #i AM procrastinating thank u for noticing

[starstaiined]

top 5!!!! top five favourite constellations?? uhmmmm. favourite weathers. why are these all sky related.. top five candy/sweets/desserts etc??

top five songs you've saved to ship/character playlists <- aha there's a nice one for you!! <333

okay, first and foremost, all of your questions are nice and i love you! mwah mwah. (i will be answering all of them!)

FAVORITE CONSTELLATIONS.

Cassiopeia

Sirius

Scorpio

Gemini

Ursa Major

FAVORITE WEATHER.

Cloudy days in late fall

Snowy days right before spring, where the snow melts as quickly as it falls

Foggy days, where a chill lingers in the air

Sunny days in the middle of winter, where the warmth soothes the bite of the wind

The moments before a storm, where you can feel the electricity crackle through the heavy air

FAVORITE SWEETS.

Ferrero Roche

Snickers

Reese's

Baby Ruth

Pay Day

TOP FIVE SONGS SAVED TO A SHIP/CHARACTER PLAYLIST.

going with my jackienat playlist, to absolutely no one's surprise

WORK SONG. "no grave could hold my body down // i'll crawl home to her." // such a jackie song in general. when that girl loves, it's wholeheartedly. something something love as devotion, as religion, as what makes the world turn

SOMEONE TO STAY. "you were alone / left out in the cold / clinging to the ruins of your broken home." //natalie during her talk with jackie, before bringing her back inside the cabin and then the ensuing talks as they realize they're just as fucked up as each other.

GRACELAND TOO. "i would do anything you want me to / i would do anything for you." // the unfettered devotion, unwavering loyalty, born out of desperate times in the wilderness. the closer they get, the worse that reliance on each other gets. especially when travis starts slipping into the woo woo bullshit. they've got to keep each other level headed.

SLUT! "adorned with smoke on my clothes / lovelorn and nobody knows / love thorns all over this rose." // falling in love but having to keep it on the downlow, trying to hide it from the others when both of them are they type to wear their hearts on their sleeve. both burned by love before, both realizing they're willing to be burned again if it means having a shot with each other.

SILK CHIFFON. "don't need to worry about no one / she said that i got her if i want / she's so soft like silk chiffon." // hitting the point where they don't care what the others think of them, where hiding it isn't as important as being together. light and airy and easy. or well, as easy as it gets in the middle of a shit show.

#i loaf you #meow partner in puns ; audrey #yellowjackets #jackienat #thank you thank you

[lovelycreativetragedies]

crawl home to ya⚡🌊

lego niniago fic, requested by nobody ( this is a re upload from my wattpad.) no trigger warnings! feel free to request.

follow me on wattpad for more frequent uploads + more fics. I upload on wattpad before tumblr:) ( @justwastingawayhere on wattpad)

context : based off of Nya and jay during the prime empire season. after nya gets cubed and jay is left alone to save ninjago yknow! (but with an alternative sad ending.)

based off of " Work song " by Hozier

main quote - > " when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth, no grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her. "

(flashback)

Jay was sobbing into the orange luminescent cube that used to be his world, nya. he couldn't do this alone. but he needed to try.

(end of flashback)

he trudged up the stairs of the monestary, pushing that memory out of his mind. he was so angry.

he had freed everyone from the clutches of that stupid damn game. except one. Nya.

somehow when she got cubed.. something went wrong. nobody knew why she hadn't came back. thats what pissed him off. he had failed to save the only person he loved, and nobody even knew why.

he stormed off to his room, ignoring the worried glances he got from the newly freed ninja.

he made it to his bed, flopping down on it and just sobbing. his real parents were right to leave him on a doorstep, a junkyard is right where he belongs.

After an uncomfortable slumber, he awoke to the sound of someone knocking on his door. he groaned. he didn't wanna hear from anyone right now.

He slowly pulled himself up, too tired to notice.. the water that littered his floor. which was definitely weird, the monestary didn't usually randomly have water leaking from anywhere. especially not his room.

when he opened the door, he found zane standing there with a worried look on his face. " hey jay? how are you doing? " zane asked, even though he knew the answer. jays tear stained eyes were enough of a hint. " not.. good.. " jay mumbled. Zane immediately hugged him, which was way out of character for him. zane never hugged anyone. jay accepted the hug, as zane came into his room, still having his arm wrapped tightly around jay.

" woah- your floor is covered in water. what in the name of ninjago happened? " Zane said, stepping over the puddles of water to jays bed. " I dunno. " jay said, sniffing as he was placed onto his bed. he leaned his head on zanes shoulder, sniffing.

Zane decided itd be a good idea to stay with jay tonight. so once he fell asleep, he also layed down and fell asleep.

in the middle of the night, jay awoke, startled. he heard water splashing, and he looked over to see Zane snoring next to him. what the hell was all that water? that's when he saw it.

a figure standing in the corner, covered in water. nya.

" nya!! " jay screamed, running towards her. but she got further and further away from him. " ꒐̶i̶m ̶s̶o ̶s̶o̶r̶r̶y ̶j̶a̶y." nya said, but her voice was all distorted and muffled.

then, jay woke up. that was a horrible nightmare.

he then noticed a blue light leaking out from just outside his bedroom door. not this again. it reminded him of the door to.. prime empire.

jay got up, slowly walking towards his bedroom door. he creeked it open, and only saw blue. he stepped slowly into the blue light.

when his vision finally focused again he noticed nya in the void of blue. it was only her, and she was crying.

" .. nya?.. is it really you this time? "

jay croaked out, stepping towards her.

" jay?? jay!! " nya screamed, running towards him and embracing him tightly. " oh god.. you don't know how much I wanted you to get my message. I can't- I can't get out of here! I'm trapped! wait- we're trapped!! "

jay then realised that as well, and like a lost dog, he spun around, noticing the same door he came through, still there. he grabbed nyas hand, dragging her towards the door. he jumped through it, throwing nya through. if he didn't make it through, he was making sure she would.

he landed roughly on the floor, he immediately rolled over, trying to grab hold of nya. when he finally did, he burst into tears and hugged her tighter than he ever had before.

" I thought you were gone forever nya! " he shouted, sniffing and choking on his sobs.

then zane shot up from the bed, running over to both of them. " nya?! jay- are you both okay?! "

" I'm okay! jay- oh god you're bleeding!! " nya screamed, grabbing him up from the floor. he hadn't even realized he had hit his head hard on the floor and it was bleeding pretty bad.

he still didn't let go of nya. he was so terrified she'd disappear again. nya sat him down on the bed, not trying to pull him off of her at all. whilst zane went to go get something to stop the bleeding on his head. this would be a delight to explain to the other ninja and master wu.

once jays head was taken care of, nya was scared that he might have a concussion. he hadn't spoke a word, just cried and whimpered and clung onto nya.

she layed him down in bed, staying next to him as they both slept.

everything would be alright.

#lego ninjago #legoninjago #ninjago #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago cole #ninjago fanfiction #kai lego ninjago #ninjago fandom #ninjago zane

[tarabyte3]

Title: Wants, Needs, and Clerical Errors

Fandom: Andor

Characters/Pairings: Kino Loy, Kino Loy x F!Reader

Chapters: 2/3 (7.1k words)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

AO3 Link | Playlist

Summary: You're only on Narkina 5 due to a mistake on your transfer paperwork and no one in charge seems to care. The work is horrific and being the only woman there is a nightmare, but Kino Loy is... intriguing. (Okay, he's hot. He's very hot.)

Tags: Explicit rating, smut, prison, prison sex, sex, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk, attempted sexual assault, fear of sexual assault, violence, blood, minor character death, fluff, happy ending

Chapter 2 - No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her

"My baby never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me When I was kissing on my baby And she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamp light I was free Heaven and hell were words to me" - Hozier, "Work Song"

Something that surprised you about sex with Kino Loy, though it probably shouldn't have, was that he always made sure you finished first. It didn't matter how much time you had, or if he would be able to find his own release before you were scrambling to get in line or to your cells. You came first. And he was a very driven man.

This wasn't a complaint, necessarily. The sex was incredible, and the things he could do with his tongue had you blushing at your workstation whenever images of his face between your legs popped into your head—your table mates kindly said nothing. It was just that, sometimes, the thing you really wanted was to please him. To put him first. And you were also a very driven woman.

So to get what you wanted, you had to catch him off guard, which proved more difficult than it sounded. Partially due to the nature of your meetups. You had so few opportunities to fuck, and they were so expected—anticipated, even— that spontaneity wasn't a useful tool. Instead you had to be fast.

You could count on one hand the times you were successful.

The first time was in the small maintenance closet. Just as the door slid shut behind you, your knees hit the ground in front of him. Then your hands were on him, fondling him over his uniform and teasing him to a rapid hardness while he began to writhe under your palm. And before he could protest or stop you, you pulled his pants down below his hips and wrapped your lips around his length. Only then was he too far gone to somehow maneuver you until he was the one with his hands and mouth on you.

That last thing had happened a few times, and, you had to admit, was entirely your fault. You hadn't been fast enough in getting his pants down. So he would grab your wrist, pull you up to face him, and say in that husky voice that you could feel in your chest and down to your core, "No you don't. Not until I've tasted you." And then you were putty in his hands. No one, you thought, could fault you for that.

But that first time? God, you remembered the sound he made when you ran your tongue along the underside of him and he was too surprised to muffle his voice. A shameless mix between a cry and a moan, which only encouraged you to do it again—and to add more pressure. It didn't receive the same reaction, but based on his pained expression, that was only through sheer force of will.

Then you wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and began to suck him in earnest, working him with your fist and lips. It wasn't long before one of his hands was on the back of your neck and his hips were bucking forward to meet your pace. He grunted above you and his eyes occasionally fluttered shut when you paid extra attention to the head. Otherwise his gaze was fixed on you the entire time. You looked back up at him with hunger, your cheeks hollowed and eyes watery from a few of his thrusts hitting the back of your throat.

"God, you love this as much as I do, don't you?" He growled. If you could have given him a smug grin at that moment, you would have. Instead you settled for a smug eyebrow raise. "This isn't what I wanted to do to you today." You hummed around him because you were well aware. "I wanted to bend you over," he paused to swear under his breath as your tongue swirled around him, "grab your hips, and fuck you onto my cock."

There was a responding ache between your legs at the thought of it. You remembered a few other instances where you were bent forward and clinging to a shelf to keep your balance and stop your head from being driven into one of the spare boxes of tools while he nearly lifted you off your feet. Were you not determined to have him come in your mouth—and the closest you'd ever been to finally achieving your goal—you might have been tempted to stop and let him. But there was always next time.

His grip slid from the back of your neck to entangle both of his hands into your hair for better control and his movements became less gentle. You knew then he was close, so you sped up to a brutal rhythm, not wanting him to change his mind at the last second. The only thing you wanted him to think about was the glide of your hand and tongue and lips around him. Of chasing that peak as he fucked your mouth. You wanted his world reduced to that and only that.

Then, with a deep moan, he pulled your head forward to meet a final desperate thrust and buried himself to the back of your throat. You tried to swallow as quickly as you could, but it was too much and you nearly choked on him. So you pulled him from your mouth with a gasp, and pumped the last of his release onto your face and lips.

He groaned at the sight of it, still throbbing with aftershocks in your hand, and suddenly you couldn't take it anymore. Without letting go of him, you stuck your free hand down the front of your pants, found your clit, and began rubbing punishing circles against yourself. Your tongue darted out to lap up some of his come from the corner of your mouth, and his hand tightened in your hair.

"Don't clean yourself up. I want you to come just like that." He angled your head back so you were looking directly up at him. You knew your lips were swollen, and your chin was streaked and glistening from both him and your own drool. "I want to see your messy face when you do."

"Kino," you whined and tried to adjust your hips for a better angle, which just left you squirming in front of him.

"God, look at you. I should cover you in my come more often." You felt his rough voice between your legs.

And then you were climaxing so hard your vision went dark. Or maybe you had closed your eyes. You couldn't be sure because the only thing you were aware of was the pain in your scalp and the waves of pleasure rolling through your belly. You would have toppled forward directly into his groin if he hadn't been holding you in place by your hair. At some point your hand had even dropped from his softening length to brace yourself on the floor.

As your breathing slowed and you came to awareness enough to sit up on your own, he carefully untangled his fingers from your hair. Then he cupped your face and caressed his thumb along a clean patch on your cheek.

"That's my girl." His voice was thick with amazement and something else that was still unnamed between you. You gave him a tired, dreamy smile in return.

He spent the last several minutes you had together sitting on the floor. His back was against the shelf and he had you in his lap, holding you, stroking your hair, and placing kisses on your temple. You had both cleaned up with a roll of bandages, which was inelegant, but good enough to get you to the showers.

"Did you enjoy your surprise?" You asked after stifling a yawn.

"You're well aware that I did." You felt the rumble of laughter in his chest. "Very sneaky."

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to surprise you with a blow job? Most men would leap at the chance, but you refuse one unless I've gotten off."

He shrugged beneath you. "Then most men are idiots. Making you come is the sexiest part."

You tilted your head back until your nose and lips were nuzzled against his neck. "Is that why? Not out of some sense of chivalry?"

He pulled away just far enough to look you in the eyes. "What kind of partner would I be if I didn't? But I assure you, it's very selfish on my part because you're hot and getting to come after watching you is incredible."

You huffed in disbelief, even as your cheeks reddened from his praise. "Prison hot, maybe." Then you gave him a teasing look. "You should see me after some self care and a tight, low cut top."

He sighed with fake exasperation. "I'll see it one day soon. Until then, stop trying to kill me with the thought of it. Because even if I could manage it, we don't have time for a round two."

You placed a sloppy kiss on his lips. "Then let's go get cleaned up, old man."

You jumped up from his lap as he swatted at your ass with a frown. "I'll show you 'old man.' Get back here!"

Then you both hurried off to the showers, trying your best not to look quite so debauched—and failing miserably.

The first time you climbed into his cell in the middle of the night, and he fucked you while you were both on your sides and facing the wall, had also not been as spontaneous as you would have liked.

It had taken weeks of testing the weight censors in the cell floor—as well as receiving a few unfortunate warning shocks—before you discovered the cell floors weren't made nearly as well as the actual floor. There were dead spots along the edge of the bench and the seams of panels that you could carefully step on without frying yourself. Three slow steps was all it took. Then once you were both in his cot, it didn't register the extra weight because the engineers assumed the cell floor would catch you before you got that far. You supposed they weren't expecting your determination and you were, once again, grateful for sloppy Imperial work.

You had also practiced climbing up and down between your cells for weeks while the main floor was still white. Kino was there on the bench to guide you as you lowered, and to give you a hand up when you returned—though you both knew you would likely sleep in his cell until morning. He made you prove you could do it perfectly several times in a row before he reluctantly agreed you had it down. Which was a huge step up from his initial outright refusal to even help you figure it out.

None of the men said anything. In fact, you noticed a few of them taking note of your movement and technique, and you were kind enough to demonstrate the footsteps as well. If they also wanted to risk their lives to have some company in their cells, then they deserved the ability to do so, too. Though you didn't tell Kino that. He was still your manager.

Besides, most of them had warmed up to you by that point. There were still a few holdouts that glared at you, especially whenever Kino was nearby, but there was nothing you could do about that. You knew your situation was the only one of its kind in those walls, and that was inherently unfair. So you didn't blame them. As long as they kept their hands to themselves and didn't let Kino catch them expressing their ire, you let them glare all they wanted.

The thrill you felt when you both sank onto his cot that first time left you feeling nearly drunk with nerves. Both of your hearts were pounding with exhilaration, as well as the realization that you had just tempted fate by dangling yourself over a metal floor that would kill you in an instant. It hadn't, and then you had Kino pressed behind you, his arm across your stomach, and his hand in your pants while he peppered light, silent kisses along your neck. Just as his finger slipped between your folds, you knew it had been worth it. You would happily cheat death a million times for that man. To be wrapped up in his arms and then come on his fingers.

Which you did, still wrapped up in his arms, surrounded by the scent of him and, for once, with something relatively soft underneath of you. There was nothing comfortable or cozy about the showers or closet—and one time the locker room. In fact, you never would have described your sleeping cots as comfortable either until you felt the difference as you both laid there.

When he finally pulled both of your pants down enough that he could lift your thigh and press into your opening, you knew this was the closest you'd come to feeling normal in your intimacy. The thought made your chest constrict as the waves of your orgasm subsided and were replaced by the familiar glide of him between your legs. His thrusts were more shallow than normal so that there was no sound of skin on skin. It was frustrating because you wanted to feel all of him, but you knew that wasn't an option. He made it up to you by once again finding your clit with his fingers and rubbing in tandem with his hips. 

The sensation on your already overly stimulated sex was nearly too much. You were caught between pain and pleasure, unsure if your body would even cooperate enough to climax again. Until he whispered your name into your ear and sounded completely wrecked. Up until that point he had been silent other than his breathing. You imagined what his face looked like in that moment, how far gone he was behind you. Then you were shaking with a second orgasm. You bit your lip to keep quiet as you rolled back into his thrusts, and your walls fluttered and clenched around him.

Feeling you shudder in his arms was his undoing.

He sucked in a deep breath right next to your ear, and that was the only warning you got before he finally pressed as deeply as he could, hips firm against your ass, and spent himself inside of you. Knowing that was because of you, something that was yours, was a feeling you didn't think you could ever get enough of. 

You knew you hadn't been completely silent, but you'd been fast enough that you didn't feel too guilty about it. You were expecting a quickie for that reason, despite finally having nowhere to be. No one wanted to listen to you both carry on for an hour. And Kino knew exactly how to touch you to get you off quickly. Which meant he also knew how to touch you to tease you and drag out your release when he had the ability to take his time. Truly, a blessing and a curse—which was really just another blessing with a lot more begging involved.

But afterwards, the encounters where you could take your time post sex, those were the parts you enjoyed almost as much as the sex itself. He would hold you, kiss you, tuck your hair behind your ear, and look at you like you were a sunrise. Sometimes he whispered that you were beautiful and brilliant, or told you that he finally felt alive instead of just existing.

You tried to think of a way to describe how it made you feel. Because certainly you felt safe, comfortable, and respected when you were curled up against him. Felt all the things he told you that you were. But there had been no getting around it. You always came back to that one truth: loved. You felt loved.

Unfortunately, prison didn't seem like the appropriate setting to tell a man that you had fallen in love with him. You didn't want to give that place one more thing that belonged to the two of you. Instead you tried to show him in any way that you could because it still felt important that he knew. So sometimes, when you were pinned beneath him, you would slow his pace so that you could be in the moment, just the two of you. Could savor the connection of your bodies and look up at him with every raw emotion that felt too big to mash down into words.

You showed him by rolling over in the cot to face him, and by looking into his eyes while your fingertips traced meaningless patterns across his skin—which was just another way to admire and adore every inch of him. By the way you planted small kisses on his lips and nose and sighed into his arms. And he cupped your cheek with a touch that was so delicate, your lip trembled and your eyes filled with tears. He didn't speak. He just kissed you as if to say, "I know." And that was enough.

You had been in there for eight months, two weeks, and three days. You had been with Kino for six months and three days.

And then the phone on the wall rang during your work shift. It had been a good day and everyone's numbers were decent, so the sound sent a shock of whispered speculation through the room. Nothing good ever came from the phone ringing. And if your numbers were acceptable, that was even worse.

Kino answered it with a tight smile and you knew he was concerned as well. He talked for a few minutes, trying to keep that placating smile in place, and you could have heard a pin drop in that room, but you still couldn't hear him. Then he listened for a moment and his expression became grim. His eyes briefly met yours before turning to face the wall, and you felt a swell of panic and fear that left you lightheaded. Was it about you? Did they know about the two of you? Did someone finally notice the mistake of your presence there, and now they were taking you away from Narkina 5? From him. You grabbed the arm of one of your coworkers to keep yourself steady, clenched at his uniform, and he put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You could hear the men at your table telling you it would be okay, the guards were just being hard asses and wanted everyone to pick up the pace. You were grateful for them trying to calm your heart's attempt at clawing through your ribcage.

The conversation dragged on and you weren't sure you had ever seen him on the phone that long. His words were low, still too low to hear anything more than the indistinct rough timbre of his voice. Then it was over. He took a moment to collect himself, then he turned back to see everyone staring.

"Come on, guys! Let's keep up the pace! We could take the lead today." He shouted to the room, but there was an unconvincing tension in his voice. So he added, "That had nothing to do with us, so don't concern yourselves." His eyes deliberately met yours. "Back to work!"

Then he made his way around the room to each table, giving more prodding as needed. You could tell he was trying to bring a feeling of normalcy back with varying degrees of success. He was also headed straight for your table without making it seem like he was headed straight for your table. When he got there, he didn't snap orders or numbers at your group. He simply stared at you like he needed reassurance you were still there.

"Kino?" You prompted, betraying your nerves. The stern mask of his Manager's face slipped and Kino, the man underneath that kissed and held you, rested a hand over yours. He'd never displayed that level of openness in front of anyone else before, and the action that was intended to calm you made you feel worse. Whatever the phone call was, it had been bad. Bad enough that afterwards he'd needed to give and seek comfort during work hours.

"We're going to be just fine." That time there was enough determination in his voice that it cut through your anxiety. "Right now I need you here. You have to keep going, you hear me?" You nodded, swallowing down the panic attack that had been snaking its way through your chest and up your throat. He glanced around your table. "I will explain later, but today, more than any other day, I need you all to put up the numbers." There was a confused chorus of agreement. "Good. Thank you." And then Kino's hand was gone and he was moving away from your table to continue his checks.

You reluctantly turned back to your station. All of the men were looking at you with sympathy that you didn't feel you deserved. You had tried so hard to avoid needing or getting special treatment up until that point. At least when it came to work. You were, after all, very okay with special treatment from Kino alone in the showers. In between that, though, you made sure no one could accuse him of favoritism or you of slacking off.

Then again, whatever was happening at that moment was a very unusual set of circumstances. Maybe an unusual reaction wasn't the end of the world.

"Whatever it is, he'll handle it." You heard one of your table mates say, as if he could sense your inner turmoil.

Before you could turn to thank him, from across the station another one of your crew said, "He always does." That was met with several nods and murmurs of agreement.

"Yeah, nothing to worry about. So let's get a move on so we don't fall behind! You heard the man!" Said the man directly on your left. The one you had clung to earlier. He gave you a sturdy pat on the back.

You were overcome with gratitude, but there was no time to express it. Instead, you nodded once and then your table threw everything they had into lifting and connecting parts. Sliding joints, fastening bolts, clearing the space, holding down the drill. It all went by in a blur.

And yet, the last five hours dragged on. You were possessed with a nervous, manic energy and jumped at every loud noise. It felt like waiting for the other shoe to drop. You also pushed yourself so hard that you knew you would feel it more than usual in the morning—even though you didn't know why, or if what you were doing was helping. But Kino never came back around to tell you to go faster, so all your table could do was keep moving.

At the end of your shift, your table came in first by 3 racks and 2. It wasn't the first time. You'd gotten first several times, especially in the last few weeks. It turned out that getting laid by your hot manager was a better reward than getting fried was a deterrent. All of the previous times had felt like a victory. You had been so proud and Kino had beamed at you when you were alone. That one, however, felt like slipping through the door of an airlock right before it closed and lost pressure behind you.

Your shift had also come in first on the level and third overall. Earlier in the day, there might have been happy chatter at the news as everyone filed into the hallway, but the tension from the phone call still lingered and marred it for everyone. Even Kino.

You didn't wait long in the locker room before you cornered him. Not knowing was killing you.

"Please, tell me what's going on. Do they know about us? Are we in trouble?!" He held up a hand to stop you from continuing and working yourself into a fit.

"No, it was nothing like that, I promise." Then he gently led you to a corner so no one else would overhear. When he was satisfied you had privacy, he whispered, "but it was about you."

You made a noise of protest, and his hands were on you before you could start shouting. One held your shoulder and the other cupped your cheek.

"A visiting supervisor heard that a woman ended up in here. They called to ask me directly how it was going." You tensed, but said nothing and he continued on. "I told them the relevant truth. That there was an adjustment period because no one was used to a woman on the floor. I also told them about the attack early on, but that I had put a stop to it and the man had been punished. They don't need to know what actually happened and since then, everything has been running smoothly."

You blinked at him, waiting for more. "That's it? They were just checking up on me?"

His expression became grim, just as it had on the phone before he'd turned away from the room. "No. They asked if I thought it was feasible to bring more women into the prison on different shifts."

You gaped at him in horror. "No. Tell me you said no! Kino, they can't!"

He pulled you closer so that your foreheads were almost touching. "I told them no. I said every shift was different, but the routine and layout of the cells leave women vulnerable. They weren't designed for it. And I apologize for this next part. I don't believe a word of it, I was just looking for any way to help at that point. But I also said I didn't think every woman could handle the work. That you are an outlier." His jaw clenched then with anger and he gave an annoyed huff. "So then they asked if it was better to replace you if that was the case—" you cried out in shock, and he finally wrapped his arms around you and laid your head on his chest, even though people could see. 'It's okay! I told them of course not. You're part of the shift now, you're well trained, and your numbers speak for themselves! Replacing you would only slow us down. And they were glad to hear it, but that's why I needed your table to do well today. I knew they would check. When they see the numbers, they'll agree to leave you for the sake of productivity and move on."

"Except you and I both know I need to keep those numbers to stay, and they'll eventually use them to justify bringing more women in when they get desperate for replacements, anyway. I'm damned if I don't and I'm damning other people if I do. Aren't I?" Your voice was thick with tears and you knew you hadn't kept your volume down. Several men were still hovering in the locker room to listen. Kino let them because he knew he would be explaining all of it again later anyway.

He just kissed the top of your head. "I don't know, love."

"It's bullshit! They don't care what happens to us in here! We're glorified machines for whatever terrible thing they need all these parts for. I mean, they just expected me to shower and change in front of everyone! Without any protection or second thought! I was alone, and I was so scared, Kino!" You were openly crying then, letting out all of the frustration and stress you had felt in those early days, and he was stroking your back and squeezing you tightly.

"I'm so sorry. I know you were. I would never let anything happen to you. Even then. I know YOU would never let anything happen to you."

"But not every shift has you as a manager. Or these men as workers. What if it's a whole shift like that piece of shit that attacked me? Maybe the next woman doesn't know how to fight! Maybe she doesn't get lucky like I did!"

He just kept whispering "I know" until you pulled away and wiped your runny nose on your sleeve. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. I'm not mad at you! You did the right thing. I'm unspeakably grateful for you. I just can't stand the thought of condemning another person to a worse version of this place because it's horrible enough as it is."

He tipped your chin so you would meet his eyes, and his expression was fierce. "Stop." There was an edge to his voice that caught your full attention. "I need you to hear me, right now. None of this is your fault. You didn't choose to be put here by accident. You are not responsible for anything those people decide to do. Their decisions are on them. Hell, they probably would have had the idea eventually because you're right, if they need replacements, they just care that they have bodies. It's their cruelty, not yours."

You stared at him at a loss for words and thought about what he said until you had to sniffle. The sound of it was so ridiculous at that moment that it softened him. "No matter what happens, we get through this. We finish our time. No waves. And afterwards, if you want to fight it, I'll be there by your side. But right now, this is not on you. Okay?"

"Yeah," your voice cracked and you nodded. Because he was right. As much guilt as you felt for being a catalyst, that was never your choice. You weren't that special. And if it hadn't been you, it would have been someone else. This was inevitably.

"That's my girl." You blushed and thought that he would kiss you in front of nearly half the shift, but instead he let you go. "Now go shower and get cleaned up. And that goes for the rest of you, as well." He finally turned to glare around the room. Several men looked sheepish, but there were others that tried to pretend that they hadn't been listening. Kino just shook his head and went to go talk to someone else. He had just come out of the shower and missed most of the spectacle, so he was looking around, confused.

You laughed and gave your nose one last pass with your sleeve. "You heard the man! Let's go before all the room temperature water is gone!"

Most of them followed you to disrobe and toss your dirty clothes in the laundry bin. You didn't feel the need for modesty and none of them blinked twice at the sight of you. Instead, one of the men from your table, along with a few others on different parts of the floor, teased you about the hickeys on your shoulder and made you feel like your presence was the most natural thing in the world. Like you were bullshitting in the hallway. Then the shower room was the rowdiest it had been as everyone started talking about what had happened and whether or not they would actually put women on the shifts.

You once joked that he should have an office people could visit with complaints instead of bombarding him in the hallway. "Then I could get you a name plate that says, 'Kino Loy, Day Shift Manager and Sex God.'"

He laughed in a self-deprecating way and said, "Hardly."

You didn't know another way to convince him that you thought he was actually quite good in bed, so you straddled his lap and rocked against him.

It took around three minutes of teasing him before your shirt was off, both of your pants were gone, and you were bracing your shins on either side of him for leverage. Then you sank down onto him until you were fully seated in his lap. Without waiting for either of you to adjust, you rolled your hips, gripping and sliding your walls around him—slowly at first, but then quickly settling into a rhythm that had both of you moaning. His hands clenched your ass and hips so tightly that his knuckles were bone white. His mouth was busy nipping at your breasts and licking from your sternum to your nipples, but you pulled him into a sloppy kiss and whispered against his lips, "do you think I get this wet for just anyone?" He groaned into your mouth. "I've never ached for someone like I ache for you."

"Fuck, woman." He buried his face into your neck and kissed that spot below your jaw that drove you wild. "If you keep that up, I'm not going to last long."

"Maybe I don't want you to," you said breathlessly, more from the attention he was lavishing on you than the effort. "Maybe I want to fuck you dry right now."

"Then touch yourself for me. I want to come as I feel that cunt of yours squeezing me."

"Don't need to," you whined. "I'm so close. Just keep talking."

"Is it the sound of my voice that does it for you? Hmm?" He kissed your jaw and then spoke directly into your ear. "Or is it what I'm saying that gets you so worked up for me?"

"Yes! Both!" You cried. "Fuck, Kino!"

"Do you know how good it feels to fuck you? How hard it is to resist being inside of you every day? I touch myself at night while thinking about you. I get off to the memory of this. That's how fucking good you feel." He growled and forced your hips to move faster. "Some day, I'm going to get to spend an entire day fucking you and I am going to fill every single one of your holes with my come. Do you want that?" You could only whine in response, but he hissed, "No, I want to hear you say it."

"Yes! I want that so fucking bad!" There were tears in your eyes as you teetered between consciousness and oblivion. "Fuck me, please!"

"Good girl."

You scrunched your eyes closed, clamped a hand tightly over your mouth, and screamed into your palm as your orgasm hit you. Your hips slowed down as your legs trembled too much to support yourself, despite your best efforts, but he was already lifting you with his hands and fucking you down onto his length. Every slide and snap of your hips sent sparks behind your eyelids.

You could hear him grunting and swearing at the edge of your awareness as he felt every twitch of your climax around his cock. Then he was following you over that edge, groaning and forcefully pumping his release inside of you in an uneven rhythm. You shivered at the feeling, which shifted your hips and pulled a spent cry from him. So you rocked again, determined to work every last bit of pleasure from your own orgasm, and to milk every drop of his.

He had to hold you still to get you to stop moving, but you could feel a second buildup chasing that first one. Another release right there. You didn't want to stop. Your hand worked its way between you, and you had barely touched your clit before he was swatting your hand away and replacing your fingers with his own.

"You're fucking insatiable, you know that?"

"Only when you're touching me." Your voice was practically a sob because the way heat pooled in your belly made you feel desperate and feverish, but you were also still lost in the fog of your first orgasm.

"What if I was licking it out of you instead? Tasting both of us together?" You froze, wide-eyed, seeing the shape of it in your mind. Before you could respond, you were both pushing you off of him and onto the floor. Then his head was between your thighs and his tongue was dragging along your soaked slit, and you nearly slammed your head against the floor due to the speed at which you flung yourself backwards to arch your hips up towards him.

"Always so eager for me." He lapped at you a few more times, then pressed his tongue inside of you. You whined in surprise and he chuckled. You could feel his hot breath on your skin. "You really are a mess."

"Fuck," you flopped your arm above your head, "I should have known you were going to tease me."

His voice was low and gravelly when he responded, "Yes, you should have."

The sound of it made you shiver, but you were torn. On one hand, you loved hearing him talk. On the other hand, talking meant he wasn't using his mouth to get you off. And you were close to begging.

"I already love the way you taste, but you taste even better full of my come." He slowly dragged his tongue along your folds for emphasis, stopping only to dip inside of you again. Then he swallowed and it sounded so filthy that you whimpered. "I would love to suck your clit until you screamed again, and then fuck more into you so I could do it all over." He sighed. "I guess we'll add it to the list of things I plan on doing to you when we get out of here."

That was it. You couldn't take it anymore. "Kino, please. I need your mouth on me. Please make me come!"

"Alright. Since you asked so beautifully." His lips finally closed around your bundle of nerves and he sucked while his tongue lapped at you. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, desperate to keep him against you. You focused on the way he held your thighs to him, felt his head shift under your hand as he worked your clit, and the wet sounds of his mouth.

"Kino!" You were so close, and then he moaned against you. You could feel it reverberate along your flesh and through your core. For a moment, it was as if the floor vanished beneath you and you were weightless. Senseless and untethered. His tongue forcefully worked your clit to push you further past that peak. Then with a choked sob and a full body spasm, you had form again, and every inch of you was on fire. You arched up towards him, leaning into the sensation on instinct alone, your hand clenching in his hair with the desperate need to cling to something. His grip on your thighs tightened to hold you in place so he could guide you down from your climax. Slowly, each crest through your limbs less powerful than the last. He placed open mouth kisses on your quivering flesh until you finally caught your breath.

"Fuck," you panted.

He raised his head to look at you, and even the open air left behind was almost too much sensation against your exposed sex. His normally neat hair was in disarray, and beard and lips were glistening with moisture as he smirked down at you. The aftermath of your orgasm left you feeling limp and vulnerable, and he looked so defiled and sexy—so fucking brilliant, that you burst into tears.

There was a flash of panic and worry on his face. He climbed up towards you, to gather your spent body and encircle you in his arms. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" You whimpered. "Absolutely nothing is wrong. I'm sorry, you just…you're everything. I—" You buried your face into his chest, biting back a declaration that sat heavy on your tongue.

"So," he hesitated, "these are happy tears?"

"Yes!" You let out a watery laugh. "They're very happy tears. Because I am so happy and deeply content that apparently all I can do is cry about it."

He untangled you from his arms to look down into your face. His expression was intense. Determined. "Say it."

"What?" Your heart pounded in your chest. You knew what he was asking and it both elated and terrified you.

"You've been holding back, but I don't want you to. Don't let this place take this from us. Say it." You knew it wasn't a request. It was a demand to break through any reluctance you felt. Any worry you had that you would think of this place every time you revisited this moment. But as you stared up at him, you weren't thinking about the prison, you were just thinking about him.

Your lips were trembling, so you sucked in a breath to steady yourself. You softened then, which left your face open to him. Honest. Vulnerable, still.

"I love you." It came out just barely stronger than a whisper. But he pulled you into a passionate kiss, chasing your words with the desperation of a man that had been given a life raft in the middle of an ocean. Like he could devour them off of your tongue, and you realized he still had the taste of you together on his lips. When he pulled away, he had tears in his eyes as well, and though they didn't fall, they spoke volumes to your bursting heart.

"I love you, too."

You broke into tears again, but this time you were laughing and smiling through them without the pain of biting your tongue. You sat there on the floor and kissed each other, whispering I love yous, until the line up tone cut through your bliss. You had spent the entire time hidden away in the closet and missed a shower. But you had no regrets because you loved that man and he loved you, too. He uselessly wiped at his drying face, much to your amusement. After a grumble, he pulled you both to standing.

"Visit my cell tonight. I just need to hold you for a while longer." You nodded in agreement because how could you say no to that? To him.

When you lined up, the long hall of windows that looked out over the water and to the rest of the prison felt like a trap, but one you could see the exit to. They had you here, toiling and working—for now. But you were not theirs. You were Kino's, and he was yours. This was temporary. This and the people lording over you were nothing. The more they tried to squeeze you, and the millions of people like you across the galaxy, into submission, the easier it was to slip through their fingers.

So this was temporary, and, with the fervor of someone that had hope, you would make sure of it.

Chapter 3 ->

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got a lil carried away but i only did the first album. for the second and third i rec dinner and diatribes, wasteland baby!, movement, talk, would that i, nfwmb, moments silence, da shelby pt2, francesca, i,carrion, damage gets done, all things end, abstract (psychopomp), unknown/nth, swan upon leda, better love. but literally every song is amazing so i rec everything😭😭 these are just some of my favs!! the bold are my everything's.

1st album:

take me to church: i mean she's iconic "to keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice. drain the whole sea, get something shiny, something meaty for the main course"

angel of small death and the codeine scene: 1st angel of small death is angel of orgasm, the french call an orgasm "the small or little death". "lay my heart down with the rest at her feet....it's bloody and raw but i swear it is sweet"

jackie and wilson: "she found me just in time cause with my mid youth crisis all said and done i need to be youthfully felt cause god i never felt young"

someone new: "there's an art to life's distraction, to somehow escape the burning wait" "i fall in love just a little oh little bit with someone new everyday" "the stranger the better"

to be alone: horny. "when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes honey i feel like a person for a moment of my life" "to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you" "it's the god that heroine prays to"

from eden: "there's something lonesome about you, something so wholesome" "there's something wretched about this, something so precious about this" "you're familiar like my mirror years ago, idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. innocence died screaming honey ask me i should now. i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door"

in a week: "after the insects have made their claim i'll be home with you"

sedated: "you and i nursing on a poison that never stung" "free and young we can feel none of it" "darlin don't you join in you're supposed to drag me away from it"

work song: literally everything here is a masterpiece. can't even pick lyrics. they're all so good here. "i'm so full of love i can barley eat, there's nothing sweeter than my baby, i'd never want once from the cherry tree cause my baby's sweet as can be she gives me toothaches just from kissing me" "NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER" "if the lord don't forgive me, i'd still have my babe and my babe would have me" "heaven and hell were words to me"

like real people do: "i will not ask where you came from honey neither should you" "so i will not ask you why you were creeping, in some sad way i already know" "put your sweet lips on mine, we should just kiss like real people do"

it will come back: watch live performance at birmingham bc it's so horny. comparing himself to a stray animal that will come back once you start feeding it and being nice to it. goes from third to first person. talking about an animal then talking about himself. "you know better than to look at it like that" "leave it to the lands this is what it knows, honey that's how it sleeps" "jesus christ don't be kind to it, it will come back" "i know who i am when i'm alone, im something else when you're near, you don't understand, you should never know how easy you are to need" "don't let me in with no intention to keep me, jesus christ don't be kind to me, i will come back" "it can't be unlearned i've known the warmth of your doorway through the cold i'll find my way back to you, oh please give me mercy no more, it's a kindness you can't afford, i want you babe each night as sure as you're born, you'll hear me howling outside your door"

foreigners god: "still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man's beliefs always a well dressed fraud" "screaming the name of a foreigners god, the purest expression of grief" "she feels no safety, i've no language left to say it but all i do is crave her, breaking if i try to convey it, the broken love i make to her"

cherry wine: my fav. she is about domestic violence tho keep it in mind "eyes and words are so icy oh but she burns like rum on a fire" "the way she tells me i'm hers and she's mine open hand or closed fist would be fine, the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine" "just like she throws with the arm of her brother" literally the whole song, if i out more lyrics it'll be the whole song. it's a masterpiece.

in the woods somewhere: "forgot all prayers of joining you, i clutched my life and wished it kept, my dearest love i'm not done yet"

run: "i need you to run to me lover" "her hungry eyes, her ancient soul" "to slowly learn of her ancient misery to be twisted by something, a shame without a sin" "rushing to shore to meet her foaming with loneliness" "rare is this love keep it covered"

this is soo.. omg thank you so much🫶🫶🫶 i’ve made a playlist with ur bolded songs added first, and then ur other recs following🫶🫶🫶 i’m going to listen while i study and i’ll let u know my thoughts when i’ve listened throughly🤍🫶🫶🫶

this is so sweet thank you so much for taking the time to do this i’m literally melting

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