#burygods

[djaerin]

« sometimes, helping hurts like hell. »

eyes filling with tears, liquid springing up, like tweezers picking at the skin of an open wound, a constant tingling, a constant hurt, a burning that is never reduced to ashes. help. they said it's what they were doing there, sheltered from the truth, with guns in their hands, it was all talks of peace and democracy, it just leaves a bitter fucking taste on his tongue.

din has never managed to help, anything or anyone, unable to do so, never what is needed, he comes too short, ends up with only more guilt weighting heavy on his mind, a brick on his lungs, as if it took more and more effort for his diaphragm to do its work. calloused fingers push sweaty curls back under his cap, using the movement to also press digits to his eyes for a second, to make sure the mist would go away, as if it could crush the memories.

« yeah, 'specially when you can't do it fucking right, i guess, @burygods. » there's a tremble to his voice, hiding among the words, his smile a barely there twist he tries to offer her.

[litearra]

[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap

the sudden action takes the officer by surprise. a yelp escaping her. a strong arm wrapped around her middle - dragging her into @burygods’s lap, less than graceful as she collapses into him. fingers splayed across his chest, bell-like laughter trickling past her lips.     ❝ james…… you are impossible,❞     she scolds, shaking her head in disbelief. they’re at work, supposed to just grab a bottle of water from the fridge and be on her merry way - clearly he has other ideas.     ❝ what now playboy? ❞      brow raised in question, anyone could walk in - still she leans closer, peppering small kisses along his jaw.

[shadowbrn]

❝ murder that son of a bitch. ❞

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[ofvixensandwolves]

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee. + reverse – @mythsonly (Jodie)

Aurélia’s reputation as a hardcore sleeper precedes her. Everyone on the team now knows that she can fall asleep anywhere. And that’s probably not an exaggeration. Thank God for coffee, which everyone has also realized Aurélia has a fondness for. So much so, that coffee is now always ready when the team comes in for early morning practices. So, when the young woman walks into the locker room, it’s with a coffee cup in her hand. As she reaches her locker, she’s about to take a sip, but her eyes take note of her teammate nearby. Sympathy washes over her at the sight of her exhausted teammate. She reaches out with the cup. “You look like you need this more than me.” She can always get another coffee.

[eternaldark-a]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDYNAMICSㅤㅤㅤ‚ㅤㅤㅤjamie & dani. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( @burygods ).

[lawhurt]

"kayce, tell me you weren't lying when you said that you love me." jamie's ice hues are darting across his taller brother's face as if it were salvation. his hands grip onto fabric of shirt under livestock vest, pulling him closer to his level as he internally grapples with his nuclear life. his atomic family . . . reduced to a meager slave of john dutton, &. diminished from two fathers, perhaps both loving, to what feels so deeply to be none. he cannot fathom it, to be faced with being without anyone. without siblings, nor a face in the crowd to care. "please, brother. i-i need you." his voice breaks, eyes prickling as he trembles. next words escaping red face in a series of gasps. "they're - gonna - kill - me."

⚖️ @burygods 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃  ↪ for kayce.

[jaevierpena]

« how did you find me ? »

i will always find you you want to say. words remain stuck in your throat, pressing against your windpipe, feelings, the thought of it, giving them breath, it had always left you short breathed, nervous and uneasy. feelings are not skin that can be mended, they reside in the heart and yours have been shattered and broken and mended and repaired. it beats, you're certain of it, when her eyes find yours, when your life is in the scale, awaiting judgement.

you press your lips against @burygods' forehead, time seemingly frozen as you let your eyelids drop, your nose against her hair, her familiar scent, mixed with blood and sweat, calming the hammering in your veins. there has never been a fear so deep in your bones, not even for yourself, than there has been for the few hours she has been missing. it's true what they say, loving someone is having your heart walking around without you there to protect it.

you think of helena, of her battered body and her broken spirit, remember her weight in your arms, her tears in your neck. the thought of her never leaves you, you might have loved her for a second you think. « can't get rid off me that easily, cariño. » if the roughness of your voice, if the slight tremor betrays anything, you think she deserves to keep it.

[n0velaes]

👂🏻 👂🏻

send 👂🏻 if you can hear my character’s voice in my writing! / always accepting. / @burygods.

please, if someone should have those ears it is so you. thank you this means a lot to me.

[djaerin]

« your phone went straight to voicemail. what's going on ? »

low light of the outside lamppost sheds yellow hues over the cheap carpet of his motel room, the sound of the city barely registers, empty brown eyes staring in the distance, into nothingness. gabriel has been fussy when he came back, a nervousness in his tiny fists, there was worry in the child, din could feel it in his bones. it worries him, the way he's already fucking up the kid, thinking maybe gab would be better off without him, far away from all the blood on his hands and the misery that sticks to his bones.

it gets worse, the new job, the one from this afternoon being shady, something not right about it, suspicion only growing in his guts. din is not one to let shady people go about their business but he's not alone anymore. phone finally turning on, the bright light of the screen interrupts his train of thoughts, his code typed in, all he sees is a missing call from gloria and his heart skips a bit. muscle memory, reflex really makes him call her immediately, worried something happened to her, worried he wasn't there when she needed him. for once.

the second he hears her voice, his eyes close in relief, a deep exhale passing his lips. « you're okay, @burygods. » his voice is soft, nearly a whisper, it seems fitting, with the low light and the sleeping infant in the next room, door barely open, enough for him to know he sleeps soundly, peacefully. « i, uh, i was on a job, turned my phone off. are you sure everything is ok ? » and he realizes, talking to her, that his anxiety has started to leave him, as if he couldn't feel it anymore, as if there was no need to worry when she was there.

[litearra]

james street      ——      ❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

fingertips drum against his strong chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. a rather bold statement if one were to ask the blonde. tilting her chin upwards in defiance, that condescending tone - just reserved for @burygods,     ❝ give me one good reason to playboy, ❞     she taunts. much too entertained by the possibility of riling him up further, rather than give in to desire - give him what he wanted. not how they played. not now. not ever.

[literare]

from @burygods, will grayson iv : i've wanted to do that forever.

danced around one another, for as long as she could remember. in the same circle of friends since they were in dipers, their families practically living next door to one another. only difference really, she never did the whole falling in love thing. struggled in that sense, to really connect. at least more than just friends. took her some time to catch up. because somehow, she'd found it a little scary ( and jett mori didn't scare easy. ) when he looked at her like that. then he kissed her earlier tonight, and everything else just fell away. it made sense in a way. he made sense. laying next to him now, back against mattress and sheets tangled and wrinkled around them. thin layer of sweat and still catching her breath, a throaty laugh escaping her. smile break across features when looking over at him, gaze slowly drift across him.     "   forever is a long time,   "

[ofvixensandwolves]

“What do YOU want to become?” – @mythsonly (Mele)

“I don’t know… I always imagined having a normal life. Just living as a seamstress, making dresses for the lords and ladies of the court, for King Hastur and Queen Arianna. Now? I don’t think that’s possible anymore.” Riley glances down at the floor, picking at her own fingers. Everything seems to be falling apart. The young woman could honestly say she’d never known true struggle. Sure, life has its difficulties, but nothing that she’d ever felt crushed under. Not until now. Not until her brother and father were thrown into prison. And for what, she’s not sure. No one will tell her. She lifts her head, meeting Mele’s eye again, despair gone from her features, replaced with curiosity. “What are you doing here? Did Xan send you to check on me?”

[eternaldark]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ📜ㅤincorrect quotesㅤftㅤ@burygods.

[surv1vrarch]

wes  let  her  in  .  .  .  unlike  he  had  ever  let  anyone  else  in  before.  she  met  his  kid  sister,  and  while  he  didn't  tell  her  much  about  his  history  with  his  father,  he  told  her  it  was  complicated  and  that  he  hadn't  seen  him  in  a  few  years.  they  were  alone  now,  his  sister  asleep  in  her  room,  and  the  two  sitting  close  together.  her  words  were  a  whisper  between  the  pair  as  he  lingered,  having  leaned  in  to  kiss  her. 

@burygods  ‘  maybe  i’m  not  so  tough  after  all  .  maybe  i  don’t  like  getting  hurt  .  have  you  ever  thought  of  that  ?  ’  /  jordan  for  wes

  ❝  how  do  you  think  i  got  started  as  the  group's  bad  boy?  ❞  he  asked  jordan,  pushing  back  light  brown  hair  away  from  her  face.     ❝  no  one  likes  getting  hurt  .  .  .  that's  why  we  build  walls.  create  a  new  personality  as  someone  who  doesn't  give  a  fuck.  ❞  getting  hurt  was  something  wes  had  been  familiar  with  growing  up,  something  he  swore  he'd  never  let  happen  again.

   ❝  you  don't  have  to  be  tough  around  me.  just  be  you.  ❞  he  was  so  close  to  her,  his  forehead  and  nose  touching  hers,  waiting  for  consent  to  kiss  her.  waiting  for  her  to  be  okay  with  letting  her  defenses  down  enough  for  him.

[lawhurt]

perhaps it was too little too late. tate was so much older now, &. there was so much jamie wanted out of life that felt so far out of reach. standing on his brother's property, his pursed lipped smile is digging deep. trying oh-so-hard to not make this too emotional, for anybody involved. but kayce has always been good to him. he wanted to know his nephew, as he felt like this branch was his last tie to whatever he had left. he looks down, standing over view as he makes an effort.

"i'd - like to get to know you." tongue catches on teeth, but he nods affirmation. an easing into the idea. he has a cousin now . . . oh, the things that might be important to a normal family. "if you'd let me."

⚖️ @burygods 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃  ↪ for tate

[jaevierpena]

« if there is another version of this story ... »

you sigh, knowing the rumbles of your life from how many times you have walked them. seeing there the pieces of your heart that got lost in the war, the empty eyes of helena, her cold body against yours, holding her as if you could bring back some life to fight the trauma, you remember letting her go, remember the tears and the way you felt your heart fucking crack. you know the smoothness of her skin, amy, you know how her fingers in your hair feel, you know the love she's poured to mend the wounds. but there is nothing that can stand between you and your work, nothing that can make you leave columbia : you'll have to lose everything, you'll have to be beaten to a pulp, have to give your last breath to this country before you even think about leaving.

your eyes finally find hers, coward that you are, « in all the other versions, i choose you, @burygods. » but not in this one remains unsaid, in this one you can't walk away. not even for her.