#he sang no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her and i said hell yeah

[inorheona]

hualian on my mind

[digitalmeowmix]

Happy Wincest Wednesday!

Thank your to @red-meat-my-beloved for the tag and the multiple fun prompts here:

I'll answer a few of them in separate posts.

What song describes samdean the most?

I can’t choose just one which is why my wincest playlist has two parts are over 9 hours combined 😅😅 😅 😅😅

But here are some of my favorites from my main. playlist

This is one of my favorite songs ever and for siblings in general but it works perfectly for Sam and Dean /Weechesters. It's also on my Dean playlist because it fits him perfectly. My dream SamDean fanvid song

This is a great song about doomed cycles which which fits the Winchester family curse/sickness and the boys dying for each other over and over really well and I hope someday to make a fanvid to it.

I saw a vid to this song at a small con run by LJ fangirls in 2006 and it’s no longer online and it altered my brain chemistry with how perfect it fits SamDean and I have have been obsessed with it since.

A popular SamDean song for a reason! Jensen even sang for Jared at a con.

Another popular song that is a great SamDean thesis

An old song I’ve been obsessed with since I was teenager because of how it fits the incest guilt perfectly. I use to make wincest vids in my head to this song.

Another old Placebo favorite which is perfect codependency song and another imaginary i fanvid n my head song .

A song I heard more recently but is so Sam and Dean I immediately added it on my already very long playlist.

angsty bittersweet Sacrifice church wedding song !

Another Nicole Dollanger fave. Please listen to all her music its very southern gothic dark wincest coded

"When it all came down to it was always me and you" "There is nothing past or present that i would put in front of you."

Another Mitski because her music is SamDean coded. Listen to this while watching AHBL to die instantly

hardcore AHBL and Swan song feels, I know it is blasphemy not to use Kate Bush but this is the first version I heard and I love it.

Protective brothers feels!

Ethel Cain’s whole catalogue is a perfect southern gothic style Weecest/Weechester soundtrack but if i had to choose one song of course its Inbred.

shoutout to @twochildreninamoteldemo who I think introduced me to her music when he talked about it.

No grave can hold their bodies down, they'll crawl home to each other.

Your in a car with a beautiful boy

I could go on for ever but i hit the tumblr link limit and this is already so long.

Tagging @twochildreninamoteldemo @fictionallemons @catnipster69 @darling-sammy

[takeariskao3]

Hozier sang “No grave can hold my body down/I'll crawl home to her” and that's Harry about Ginny if Ginny died tragically.

AND!!! Francesca when he sings “I'll tell them put me back in it/ Darling, I would do it again” is literally Harry in DH. He came back for her. It'd be heartbreaking if she died

bro the chokehold francesca still has on me. it's been my already gone anthem ever since the day it came out.

[dreadgloom]

SONG CHALLENGE

Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

Work Song - Hozier | 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

VOID - Melanie Martinez | Pipe down with the noise, I cannot bear my sorrow / I hate who I was before / I fear I won't live to see the day tomorrow / Someone tell me if this is Hell

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine | Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father / Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers / Leave all your love and your longing behind / You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

Stay Gold - First Aid Kit | What if our hard work ends in despair? / What if the road won't take me there? / Oh, I wish, for once, we could stay gold / What if to love and be loved is not enough? / What if I fall and can't bear to get up? / Oh, I wish, for once, we could stay gold / We could stay gold

Ring Ring (feat. Clever) - Juice WRLD | Something ain't right with my mind so I lost it / Drugs turn my knob, then I run, that's a faucet / But it ain't water, it's wine / I'm tired, I'm tired of gettin' high, It's exhausting / I was told it gets better with time

Bird Song - Florence + The Machine | But he sang louder and louder inside the house, / And no I couldn't get him out / So I trapped him under a cardboard box / Stood on it to make him stop

DEATH - Melanie Martinez | They're carving my name in the grave again / The flowers are fresh and their faces wet / My body has died but I'm still alive / Look over your shoulder, I'm back from the dead

tagged by: @ode-of-odr

tagging: @necromanticdancer @cicero-the-assassin @decidentia (Farkas) @doighnadair @elkenbulwark and anyone else that wants to do this!!

[auntiemoonshine]

When Hozier sang "No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her." he was actually singing about me crawling back home to me, hope that helps <3

[pxrttyprincess]

Hoizer really altered my brain chemistry when he sang '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'

[bloodorangesoup]

Work Song | B.B.

Request: Have you ever heard work song by hozier? It gives me such bucky vibes 🥺 like imagine him waking up from a nightmare & singing it to calm him down

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.05k (this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away lol)

Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, bad singing (unless you can actually sing), Bucky being a big softy

My Masterlist

Notes: Anon you need to name yourself cause you obviously have good taste in music and I kinda want some moots on here. This song is so perfect for Bucky. I truly appreciate the suggestion, it gives me inspiration of what to write while procrastinating on works in progress <3

You were awoken when the sheets and comforter were yanked off of you, shocking you awake with the chill of the night air. You squinted your eyes open only to be faced with Bucky’s back as he was sat up in bed. You could see by the rhythmic curling of his spine that he was breathing fast and heavy, prompting you to sit up with him.

“Baby,” you groaned as you stretched your back and faced him, “you alright?”

His eyes stared forward, expressionless, until he snapped out of it and looked at you with a worried face. It was almost as if Bucky hadn’t even noticed you had sat up until he heard your voice. You wanted to kiss in between his eyebrows to smooth the lines that the furrow of them had formed. You leaned towards him and laid your hand on his back, feeling the expansion and deflation of his breathing, it had calmed a bit but you could feel the still rapid beating of his heart. He opened his mouth for a second, hesitating before releasing a breath and answering.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. Sorry I woke you up. There's still a couple hours left before you have to get up, lay back down.” He said, motioning with his head towards your pillow. You simply shook your head and dragged your hand from his back up to his neck and around to his cheek. He leaned his head into your cupped palm, closing his eyes at the comfort your touch gave him.

“Can we cuddle then?” You asked, more for him than you. It was an unspoken declaration in the air of “you’re a terrible liar,” but by now in your relationship, Bucky knew that if he wanted to talk about his nightmares, you were always there and ready to listen. If he didn’t want to talk then you could at least try to get him back to sleep or calm his nerves.

He answered you with a nod. You grabbed his pillow and stacked it on top of your own, giving you a cushion to comfortably lay down with your back slightly elevated. He understood what to do and without hesitation crawled over to you and wrapped his arms around your torso, laying halfway on top of you and resting his cheek on the top of your breast, right over your heart. Both your bodies shifted a few times until they found the perfect interlock with each other, sinking down into the bed.

“Do you remember that song I showed you the other day, the one you said you really liked?” You didn’t know where you were trying to go with this conversation, but you figured that getting him sleepy again would be hard, so talking about whatever came to your head might help put him down. Bucky could feel the vibrations of your voice all throughout your chest. He wished in that moment that the two of you could stay like this forever, that he could feel your sweet voice like this for the rest of his life.

“The “take me to church” one?”

“Yeah, that one. The dude who sings that has another song I really love, it makes me think of you whenever I hear it.”

“What’s it called?” He mumbled weakly. You gave him a squeeze and continued.

“Work Song.”

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed against your chest, waiting a moment before speaking, “could you sing it for me, doll?”

“If you want, but I can’t promise it’ll sound pretty,” you answered with a breathy chuckle. You wanted to comfort Bucky, but you definitely weren’t a singer. It was difficult enough to be in tune with songs, you weren’t sure you could even manage with half his body resting on you.

“It doesn’t have to sound pretty, if you sing it it’ll be perfect. Please?”

It took Bucky a long time to be okay with asking for things and accepting that receiving favors didn’t equate to weakness. You knew that him asking you to do this for him was hard and you weren’t going to let him down.

“Alright.” You cleared your throat and breathed in before exhaling quickly, cutting the words out of your mouth as your brain tried to think of how the song goes.

“Well, it starts with a low piano note and this soft clap, and there's a harmony that goes ‘hmmm, hmm mmm’ and then another clap and ‘hmm mmm’,” you explained, emphasizing every clap with a light tap if your hand on his back. You looked down at him and lifted your other hand, weaving yo fingers through his hair to gently move back and forth over his scalp. You looked back up to the ceiling with your eyes open, imagining how the stars would look if the roof was gone.

“And that part goes on for a bit…” you said into the silence of the room. As you explained, Bucky had shifted his head to rest the underside of his chin flush against your chest and looked up at you. Due to the way your face looked up he couldn’t see it completely, but he could see how the light of the moon pouring into the room cast a glow across your cheekbones and jaw. He watched as you fumbled through the intro, trying to explain to him how the different sounds come together, and he swore you had never looked more beautiful.

He drank in the way the hums of the song rattled under his chin, how you would pause for a few moments trying to think of what came next in the song. He felt your heartbeat against his throat and the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you would take before letting out another hum. He was right, you could be singing any song and it would be perfect.

“And then he starts singing, he goes,” you took in a breath before singing.

“‘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 nothin' 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’.”

He noted how the corners of your mouth tilted upward at that last line. You weren’t singing it exactly as the song went, the melody was a bit off and the pitch was much lower than it was supposed to be, but Bucky felt like every word you sang floated out into the world, carrying its refreshing life and coolness into his soul.

“And then there's this really deep bass note that hits and then the chorus goes,

“‘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’.”

Bucky thought of how he always seemed to crawl back to you. For once, he didn’t feel guilty for his presence in your life. He relished in the feeling of having you under him, in the knowledge that of all the people in the world, you would let him crawl home to you. If he had to crawl to someone, he would thank any and all higher powers that it was you.

“And then the song gets lighters and the hums come back,” you mumbled.

“‘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 burning 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’.”

Memories swirled around in Bucky’s head of all the times he felt like ending it all. He knew he was perfectly capable of doing it, but there was always a stubborn sliver of hope splintered in his head that prevented him from going through with anything. He didn’t like to think back to those times, but hearing the words leave your lips made it clear to him that you were the sliver of hope, some force of the universe had kept him around long enough to reach you and hold on. He closed his eyes and listened as you gently worked through the chorus twice more.

“‘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’.”

Bucky’s brows furrowed as he thought of how unconditionally you cared for him. You weren’t blind to the troubles that came with loving someone like him, with accepting what he did and offering him sanctuary from himself. He didn’t know if he would ever be sure of the idea that he deserved love, but he was okay with being selfish if it meant having you by his side.

“‘When I was kissin' on my baby

And she'd put her love down, soft and sweet

In the low lamp light, I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me’.”

Tears had started to well in Bucky’s eyes. He looked up once again at your face, delicately bathed in moonlight, and thought of how he looked in the light, how you both looked together in the light. If you looked so beautiful and lovely, maybe he could too. He didn't feel exposed or ugly, he felt safe, he felt free. He was overwhelmed with emotion. His heart was pounding and he was choked up, he had never felt as completely and dramatically in love with you as he did in that moment.

You wrapped up the song, carrying it out with the same hums and claps that brought it in. Looking down, you saw Bucky’s face buried in the space between your breasts and could hear a sharp intake of breath, indicating that he was crying. You ran your hand that had been tapping his back up and down his spine. You took your hand from his hair and used it to push his disheveled hair out of his eyes and off his forehead, causing him to look up at you.

To Bucky, you looked like an angel. You both laid in silence, looking into each other's eyes, while Bucky simply hugged you closer and let his tears fall freely. You leaned down and placed a few gentle kisses on his forehead. He finally settled his breathing and sniffled a few times before speaking, he was ready to talk.

“I’ve killed enough people,” he sniffled before continuing, his voice croaky, “I’ve killed enough people to give me nightmares for the rest of my life.” He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling too shameful to keep looking at you.

You sank down lower in the sheets and tightened your hold on him, bringing his face and body up and closer to you.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. I wish there was more I could do.” You finally let go of the few tears building in your eyes, letting them roll down your cheeks to the corner of your lips.

“You’re here. You love me. That’s all I need,” he let out with a sob. You nodded your head and tugged on his body, signaling to him to come up.

He shifted himself higher in the bed, his face coming parallel to yours. You snaked your hand around his neck and craned him to look into your eyes. You observed the glassiness of them and how it accentuated the bright blueness within them. You thought of how, even when he was sobbing, he looked more beautiful than ever.

“I love you so much, y/n” he whispered with shaky breaths.

“I love you too, Buck, more than anything.”

You pulled him completely into you, your swollen lips gliding against one another, mixing your salty tears. You brought your hands to the sides of his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheekbones, feeling how beautiful he was even with your eyes closed. You both pulled back slowly, only far enough to rest your foreheads together.

“I love you.”