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cardest · 3 years

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Tennessee playlist

I’m going to Memphis! This is the mighty Tennessee - Memphis & Nashville playlist. You can’t tell the story of rock n roll without mentioning Memphis. Mississippi and Nashville, such a great history of music in this region. Chuck D hits things off with the ultimate introduction. Hit play here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_X9nesbW37-9FNLiJWOQ1f

This playlist has it all. Soul, blues and rock n roll. We take a journey back to the beginning of country as well, with Nashville and finish up at Dollywood. Hope you dig it.

Tennessee - Mississippi - Arkansas

001 Henry Rollins & Chuck D - Rise Above 002 Clutch - Devil & Me 003 Paul Simon - Graceland 004 Isaac Hayes - Memphis Trax 005 Scott Walker - Thats How I Got to Memphis 006 AC/DC - let there be rock 007 Johnny Cash - Country Boy 008 Chuck Berry - Back To Memphis 009 Jay Reatard - Gree, Money, Useless Children 010 Lukah - Black Dragon 011 King Curtis - Memphis Soul Stew 012 Rosetta Howard & the Harlem Hamfats - Delta Bound 013 Nots - In Glass 014 Pere Ubu - Memphis 015 Loretta Lynn - The Pill 016 Howlin Wolf - Smokestack Lightnin 017 Rory Gallagher - The Mississippi Sheiks 018 Crime and the City Solution - Streets Of West Memphis 019 River City Tanlines - Met You Before 020 Johnny Cash - Going To Memphis 021 Al Green - Get Back Baby 022 Kim Salmon & The Surrealists - The Zipper 023 Booker T & the MG - Melting Pot 024 Pussycat - Mississippi 025 Boswell Sisters - Roll On, Mississippi, Roll On 026 Aretha Franklin - Muddy Water 027 The Cramps - Garbageman 028 HASH REDACTOR - Good Sense 029 Optic Sink - Personified 030 Angry Angles - Blockhead 031 Big Star - Thirteen 032 Memphis Jug Band - Going Back to Memphis 033 North Mississippi AllStars - K.C. Jones (On The Road Again) 034 Bass Drum Of Death - Bad Reputation 035 Today Is the Day - The Devil's Blood 036 Walk the Line Soundtrack- Get Rhythm 037 Jack White - Temporary Ground 038 Jerry Lee Lewis - A Damn Good Country Song 039 The Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Rumors 040 Saving Abel - Pine Mountain (The Dance of the Poor Proud Man) 041 The Oxford Circle - Foolish Woman 042 Bobbie Gentry - Greyhound Goin' Somewhere 043 Reigning Sound - A Little More Time 044 NINA SIMONE - MISSISSIPPI GODDAM! 045 Laurie Anderson - Hiawatha 046 Glen Campbell - Burning Bridges 047 Dolly Parton - Hillbilly Willy 048 Elvis Presley - Guitar Man 049 Blue Oyster Cult - Divine Wind 050 Sammy Hagar - Halfway To Memphis 051 Izzy Stradlin - Memphis 052 Johnny Cash - Run Softly, Blue River 053 Iron Horse - Unchained 054 The Cramps - Human Fly 055 Faces - Memphis 056 Jack Oblivian - Rat City 057 The Cooters - Bustin' Loose 058 Mott the Hoople - All The Way From Memphis 059 Dusty Springfield - Breakfast in Bed 060 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Tupelo 061 Chicago - Blues In The Night 062 Crossin Dixon - Guitar Slinger 063 Strummin' With The Devil - And the Cradle Will Rock 064 Stray Cats - Can't Go Back to Memphis 065 Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds 066 Suzi Quatro - Can't Trust Love 067 Lost Sounds - There's Nothing 068 Ike & Tina Turner ~ River Deep, Mountain High 069 Neil Diamond - Memphis Flyer 070 Julien Baker - hardline 071 The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Memphis Soul Typecast 072 Isaac Hayes - Groove-A-Thon 073 Otis Clay - Trying To Live My Life Without You 074 Tim McGraw - Don't Mention Memphis 075 Eric Burdon & War - Blues For Memphis Slim 076 Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Blues Train 077 Sweet Knives - I DON'T WANNA DIE 078 Cream - Four Until Late 079 Grateful Dead - Golden Road 080 Huey Lewis and the NEWS - Function At The Junction 081 The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf 082 Jesse Winchester_ The Brand New Tennessee Waltz 083 Dorsey Burnette - Tall Oak Tree 084 Field Music - Time In Joy 085 Jay Reatard - Blood Visions 086 The Rolling Stones - Honky Tonk Women 087 Quintron & Miss Pussycat - Block the comet 088 Al Green - Let's Stay Together 089 The Mountain Goats - Getting Into Knives 090 Johnny Cash - Tennessee Flat Top Box 091 Robert Pete Williams & Robert â€œGuitar" J. Welch - Mississippi Heavy Water Blues 092 MARY JAMES - MAKE THE DEVIL LEAVE ME ALONE 093 Ministry - Mississippi Queen 094 U.S. Bombs - Rocks in Memphis 095 Nazareth - Jet Lag 096 The Bar-Kays - Holy Ghost 097 Ty Segall - Despoiler Of Cadaver 098 His Hero Is Gone - Like Weeds 099 Jerry Lee Lewis - Memphis Beat 100 Generation X = King Rocker 101 The Doobie Brothers - Wild Ride 102 Bad Company - Whiskey Bottle 103 Black Stone Cherry - When The Weight Comes Down 104 Buddy Miles - Memphis Train 105 Memphis Slim - Rockin' The House (Beer Drinkin' Woman) 106 David Clayton Thomas - Wish The World Would Come to Memphis 107 Lost Sounds - Better Than Somethings 108 Alice Cooper - Ubangi Stomp 109 Tom Waits - Don't Go Into The Barn 110 Hank Snow - Music Makin' Mama From Memphis 111 Phil Ochs - Heres to the State of Misssippi 112 Reigning Sound - Your Love Is A Fine Thing 113 Pixies - Letter to Memphis 114 Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again 115 The Colorblind James Experience - Considering A Move To Memphis 116 B.B.King - Rock Me Baby 117 Carla Thomas - B-A-B-Y 118 Aquarian Blood - A Love That Leads To War 119 Nights Like These - Scavenger's Daughter 120 Rufus Thomas - Walking the Dog 121 Clutch - The House That Peterbilt 122 Lyal Strickland - O Arkansas 123 Don Bryant - How Do I Get There 124 The Sensational Barnes Brothers - Trying To Go Home 125 Squirrel Nut Zippers - Memphis Exorcism 126 Faster Pussycat - Tattoo 127 The Rolling Stones - Memphis Tennessee 128 Alcatrazz - Sons And Lovers 129 Evil Army - Violence And War 130 Deep Purple - Somebody Stole My Guitar (Purpendicular 11) 131 Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs 132 UFO - Natural Thing 133 Thunderbridge Bluegrass Boys - Tennessee 134 Confederate Railroad - Queen of Memphis 135 The Box Tops - The Letter 136 Jerry Lee Lewis - Night Train To Memphis 137 Reverend John Wilkins - Trouble 138 Phil Lynott - Kings Call (feat. Mark Knopfler) 139 Old Crow Medicine Show - Motel in Memphis 140 Candy Lee- Here in Arkansas 141 Pharoah Sanders - You've Got To Have Freedom 142 Molly Hatchet - Mississippi Moon Dog 143 Rwake - Crooked Rivers 144 CARL PERKINS & PAUL SIMON - A Mile Out Of Memphis 145 Eddie Floyd - Knock On Wood 146 Al Green - Talk to me 147 Mush - Eat the Etiquette 148 PJ Harvey - Memphis 149 EX-CULT - Clinical Study 150 Isaac Hayes - Mans Temptation 151 Lil’ Jon & Eastside Boyz - Rep Yo City 152 Rufus Wainwright - Memphis Skyline 153 Stray Cats - 18 Miles to Memphis 154 Amasa Hines - Earth and Sky 155 Joe Henderson - Back Road 156 Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash - Memphis Woman 157 Norma Jean - Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste 158 Fess Parker - Ballad of Davy Crockett 159 Assjack - Redneck Ride 160 Brother Andy & His Big Damn Mouth - Social Lube 161 The Replacements - Alex Chilton 162 Ann Peebles - The handwriting is on the wall 163 The Highwaymen - Big River 164 The Cult - Memphis Hip Shake 165 STEVE EARLE - Hillbilly Highway 166 The BO-KEYS featuring OTIS CLAY -Got To Get Back 167 Rush - Tom Sawyer 168 Class Of '55: Memphis Rock & Roll Homecoming - Birth Of Rock And Roll 169 Hank Williams Jr - Memphis Belle 170 Sam Moore & Dave Prater - Soul Man 171 Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Bloc Bloc Bloc 172 Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - Just Dropped In 173 Linda Heck - pictures of dead people 174 Carla Thomas - Sugar 175 Three Mafia 6 - Mystic Stylez 176 Osborne Brothers- Rocky Top 177 The Beverly Hillbillies Theme Song 178 Wilson Pickett - Barefootin' 179 Dolly Parton - Jolene 180 Charlie Daniels - long haired country boy 181 The Civil Wars - From This Valley 182 Jill Jack - Gettin' On In Memphis (The Elvis Song) 183 Huckleberry Finn and His Friends - Opening title 184 Dead Cross - Skin of a Redneck 185 Johnny Cash - I Never Picked Cotton 186 Old Crow Medicine Show - Wagon Wheel 187 Isaac Hayes - That love feeling 188 Aretha Franklin - I say a little prayer 189 Little Milton - What Do You Do When You Love Somebody 190 Howlin' Wolf - Spoonful 191 Weird Al" Yankovic - Money For Nothing / Beverly Hillbillies 192 The Oblivians - I'll Be Gone 193 OT Sykes - Stone crush on you 194 The Mad Lads - Come closer to me 195 The Box Tops - Choo Choo train 196 Bobby Blue Bland - dreamer 197 Wanda Jackson - Rip It Up 198 Junior Parker - Love Ain't Nothin' but a Business Goin' On 199 The Nightingales ft. Tommy Tate - Just a Little Overcome 200 The Louvin Brothers - Satan is real 201 Overture "Big River" - (1985 Original Broadway Cast) 202 Ike & Tina Turner - Shake 203 Playa Fly - fly shit 204 Adia Victoria - Different Kind Of Love 205 Grateful Dead - Tennessee Jed 206 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Backwoods 207 Otis Redding - Tennessee Waltz 208 Nashville Pussy - The Late Great USA 209 The Paperhead - The true poet 210 Tomahawk - South Paw 211 Night Beats - Her Cold Cold Heart 212 Forest of Tygers - human monster 213 LOSS - All Grows on Tears 214 Charlie McCoy - Wayfaring Stranger 215 Dick Stusso - Modern Music 216 Eddie Noack - Aint the Reaping Ever Done 217 Jason & the Scorchers - Greetings From Nashville 218 Jasmin Kaset and Quichenight - A Single Right Word 219 Gospel Keynotes - Give Me My Flowers 220 WEEN - Scrape the Mucus off My Brain 221 Shannon Shaw - Broke My Own 222 The Jesus Lizard - Blue Shot 223 Eddy Arnold - Tennessee Stud 224 Clutch - Pure Rock Fury 225 Today Is The Day - Who Is The Black Angel? 226 Hank Williams Jnr - Tennessee River 227 The Dead Weather - Bone House 228 Every Mother's Nightmare - Long Haired Country Boy 229 Motley Crue - She goes down 230 Waylon Jennings - Tennessee 231 Dolly Parton - Down On Music Row 232 Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon - Lets Go Burn Ole Nashville Down 233 The Byrds - Nashville West 234 Sharon Van Etten - Every Time the Sun Comes Up 235 Bill Anderson ~ More Than A Bedroom Thing 236 Dottie West - Route 65 To Nashville 237 Intruder - The Martyr 238 Johnny Cash - Smiling Bill McCall 239 Lynard Skynyrd - Workin For MCA 240 The Everly Brothers - Nashville Blues 241 Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood - Elusive Dreams 242 Nashville Bluegrass Band - Im Gonna Love You 243 Ringo Starr - No-No Song 244 Hank Williams - Hey, Good Lookin' 245 The Lovin Spoonful - Nashville Cats 246 They Might Be Giants - James K. Polk 247 Commander Cody - Back To Tennessee 248 Wanda Jackson - Shakin' All Over 249 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Grand Ole Opry Song 250 Tomahawk - Flashback 251 Megadeth - Dystopia 252 Dolly Parton - Train, Train 253 The Clovers - One Mint Julep 254 Trampled By Turtles - Whiskey 255 Tom T. Hall - Nashville is a Groovy Little Town 256 Muddy Waters - I am the blues 257 Foo Fighters - Congregation 258 Pavement - Strings Of Nashville 259 Joe Ely - Tennessees Not The State Im In 260 Waylon Jennings - Nashville Bum 261 The Charmels - As Long As I Got You 262 Eve Maret - Do my thing 263 SABATON - 82nd All the Way 264 Halfway To Hazard - Welcome To Nashville 265 Nashville Pussy - Go Motherfucker Go 266 Indigo Girls - Nashville 267 Snarls - Walk In The Woods 268 Steeler - Cold Day in Hell 269 Strummin' With The Devil - Jamies Cryin' 270 spazz gummo love theme 271 The Cramps - Cornfed Dames 272 Saxon - Solid Ball Of Rock 273 Al Green - Tired of Being Alone 274 Soul Friction - It's Out Of My Hands 275 Today Is the Day - Wheelin' 276 Jackie Lynn - Odessa 277 The Jesus Lizard - Nub 278 Bully - Where To Start 279 Sonny Boy Williamson II - Lonesome Cabin 280 Tomahawk - God hates a coward 281 The Louvin Brothers - Knoxville Girl 282 Tom Waits - Jitterbug Boys 283 The Evil Dead Soundtrack - Bridge Out 284 Wanda Jackson - Thunder On The Mountain 285 Elvis Presley - Where Do I Go From Here 286 Booker T & the MGs - Back Home 287 Ezra Furman & the Harpoons - American Highway 288 Joe Ely - dream camera 289 Assjack - Tennessee Driver 290 Nashville Pussy - We Want A War 291 Dwight Yoakam - A Thousand Miles From Nowhere 292 Hank Williams, Jr. - Knoxville Courthouse Blues 293 ZZ Top - My Head's in Mississippi 294 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Honky Tonkin' 295 Dead Weather - Die by the Drop 296 The Black Belles - What can I do 297 Dolly Parton - Cowgirl And The Dandy 298 The Secret Sisters - I've Got a Feeling 299 Justin Townes Earle - Aint Got No Money 300 Tomahawk - M.E.A.T 301 Jex Thoth - The Places You Walk 302 Bill Carter - Road To Nowhere 303 Bill Dees (Roy Orbison back vocals) - Tennesse Owns My Soul 304 Karen Elson - The Ghost Who Walks 305 The Who - Whiskey Man 306 Hank Williams III - Crazed Country Rebel 307 The Lost Sounds - I Get Nervous 308 Big Star - September Gurls 309 ZZ Top - Whiskey n Mama 310 Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down 666 Isaac Hayes - Hyperbolicsyllablecsesquedalymistic

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peantutbutter · 3 years

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69. “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.” with Michael, Gavin and Jeremy please!

69. (nice) “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”

Trigger Warning for brief mentions of animal abuse. Nothing is graphically explicit and everything turns out ok and the dog is rescued, but the thought of an injured animal is triggering or otherwise too emotionally distressing for you, go ahead and keep scrolling

The Mad Lad’s Animal Rescue Agency [ao3]

It’s odd.

As far as Michael knows, both Gavin and Jeremy are what he would consider cat people. Pets aren’t allowed in the penthouse, of course, but both get swept up in conversations about what they would name potential future cats, and both go out of their way to set out food and water for the strays of the city.

So when the two come to him cooing and gushing about a sweet looking pit bull they’ve met, Michael is a little astonished when they start telling him their plans for whisking her away in the dead of night.

“We’re not stealing someone’s dog,” he deadpans, and he can’t fucking believe that he has to say it.

“Awww, c’mon Michael, why not? Lookat her!” Gavin whines, shoving his phone in his face.

And, yeah, alright, she’s fucking cute — chocolate brown fur; a light pink tongue lolling out of her mouth; a tail that’s blurry because it’s wagging so fast; and large, shining brown eyes that are staring adoringly at Gavin in the selfie he’s taken — but Michael can’t just let his boys go off and steal a dog for no good reason. “Because it’ll shit all over the goddamn floor!” he argues. “Where are we gonna keep her, Gavin? We gonna make her ride an elevator every time she needs to take a piss?”

But the thing about Gavin is that once he gets something in his head, there’s really no stopping him. And with Jeremy involved, really, all Michael can do is hope to mitigate the inevitable collateral damage.

It’s ass o’clock in the morning when Michael pulls into what is possibly the most boring middle class neighborhood and parks across the street from a house that looks like the dozens of others surrounding it. He cuts the engine of their unmarked van and looks to Gavin and Jeremy making their last-minute preparations in the back. The entire vehicle smells like peanut butter and Gavin slaps Jeremy’s hand away from the bag of bacon he had fried up before leaving. “That’s not for you!” he hisses.

Jeremy pouts indignantly, but lets it be. They grab a pair of bolt cutters, while Gavin stuffs his pockets full of treats and clips various dog toys to his belt. A brightly colored rope dangles from his hips, and right beside it a squeaky chicken. He pauses for a minute, tennis ball in hand, and frowns thoughtfully, trying to figure out where to place it.

Ultimately, he sets it down, deciding that his skirt of toys is sufficient.

Jeremy pulls on a pair of gloves and grabs a leash dangling from a hook. They shoot Gavin an eager look, which he eagerly returns.

“You look like fucking idiots,” Michael says, because one: it’s true, and two: he apparently has a compulsive need to kill the mood if it’s stupid, like this one. Gavin and Jeremy just look at him, still smiling, mischief gleaming in their eyes. Michael rolls his eyes and waves his hand. “Go get the damn dog.”

The other two excitedly scramble out of the car and crouch-run their way across the street, like they’re on some sort of actual heist. Michael barely suppresses an eye roll. It’s not like the hazy moonlight or streetlamps are illuminating the street or anything. Idiots.

He watches them stealth their way to a chain-link fence. On the other side, Michael can make out what appears to be a ramshackle doghouse, and a tiny figure curled up just outside it. He can’t hear it, but he assumes Gavin whistles or does something to get the dog’s attention, because the figure’s head pops up and it pushes itself onto it’s legs.

Or at least it tries.

Jeremy is clipping away at the fence when Michael notices how the poor thing’s back paws are dragging uselessly along the ground. Her tail wags furiously as she crawls over to Gavin, but she isn’t moving very fast.

Oh. That’s why they’d been so adamant about doing this.

His knuckles turn white, and the steering wheel creaks under his grip. That familiar burn courses through his body, licking flames up and down his arms and legs. The vein in his jaw throbs, and he forces himself to take a deep breath. Going in and beating the owner senseless is tempting — “How does it feel, huh? How does it fucking feel? — but running in blindly, fists flying, would be reckless and stupid. And while he has his moments, tonight he’s the sensible one.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself. But when a light flicks on in the house while Jeremy is in the middle of unhooking the dog’s chain and latching their own, all of Michael’s self restraint leaves him. There’s a shadow moving throughout the house, and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He pulls the baseball bat from the passenger footwell and tears out of the van.

Gavin exclaims loudly as Michael rips past.

“Get the dog outta here, I’ll cover you!” Michael yells, and his lifetime of hopping fences pays off as he effortlessly scales the wire structure. His feet land on the ground with a soft thump and gets into position on the other side of the sliding glass door. He chokes up on the bat, ready to swing.

Jeremy finally manages to slip the hook of their leash through the loop on the dog’s collar just as the door slides open. The man inside is screaming angrily, but Michael doesn’t hear what he’s saying. He’s more focused on how he’s going to make this dickbag scream for another reason.

The guy steps outside, not seeing Michael where he hides just behind him, and he reaches for something tucked in his waistband. The second Michael realizes it’s a gun, he pounces, striking the guy in the back of the knees and bringing the bat down on the guy’s back with a satisfying crack.

He fucking whales on the guy, letting all that righteous anger course through him. Each strike shakes his bones, and he’s pleasantly reminded why this is his primary weapon of choice. There’s something so deliciously personal about taking a guy apart with a big stick. He keeps swinging until he’s sure Gavin and Jeremy have pulled the poor pup to safety. The bastard is curled into the fetal position, and his gun, which Michael had kicked away, lay just out of reach.

The horn of the van blares — one of his lads letting him know they’re clear — and Michael brings the bat down for a final strike. It makes a wet crunch against the back of the guy’s head. He’s not one hundred percent sure whether the guy is unconscious or actually dead. He doesn’t particularly care. He’s got no love for people who beat their animals, and, frankly, he’s killed for less.

His arms burn, and as he wipes blood from his face, he realizes that the lights in the surrounding houses are flicking on. The sound of an approaching siren kicks him into gear. He scrambles over the fence — a feat more difficult now that his limbs feel gooey with exertion — and books it across the street.

The engine revs as Jeremy puts the key in the ignition. Sirens are growing closer, and tired civilians are emerging from their homes to see what the fuss is about. The doors to the back are wide open, and Gavin, gently cradling the dog, yells at him to “Hurry up!”

Michael flings himself into the back of the van, and Jeremy takes off like a bullet, tires squealing against the asphalt, leaving behind the scent of burned rubber.

They fly out of the neighborhood, and Jeremy takes a few random turns, shaking any potential pursuers off their trail. All the while, Gavin is cooing at the creature in his arms. “Who’s a good girl? Who’s a good Bella?” he asks. “Who doesn’t have to worry about that mean old man ever again? Yes, it’s you!”

He pets Bella until she calms down, mindful of her legs, which rest gingerly on the seat. Slowly, her eyes drift shut, and she falls asleep under his touch. He smiles softly, and Michael can’t help but do the same at the scene before him.

Then Gavin turns to look at him. “Thank you, Michael,” he murmurs, barely audible over the hum of the engine.

Michael shrugs. “Don’t understand why you didn’t tell me why you wanted to steal this guy’s dog in the first place.”

“Ah, well…” Gavin pauses for a moment, trying to figure out what he wants to say. “Lil J and I kind of figured you riding out your rage would be the best cover in case we got caught. And that’s something that only really happens in the moment. So we needed you going in blind.”

Michael stares blankly for a moment, blinking slowly, trying to understand the reasoning. “You didn’t tell me,” he says slowly, “because you wanted me to be pissed off enough to attack a guy in case he caught you.”

Gavin presses his lips together and nods. “Yeah.”

Michael scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You two are fucking ridiculous,” he says. Then his gaze travels towards the peacefully sleeping dog. “What are you going to do with her?”

Gavin shrugs. “Gonna get our medic to take a look at her and see what he can do. After that…I dunno, try to find a nice place for her to live. Fredo’s been saying he wants a dog, so maybe he’ll be willing to take care of her.”

“So you never planned on her living in the penthouse, did you?” Michael asks.

“Of course not, Michael boy,” Gavin answers easily. His eyes sparkle with humor. “We’re not gonna make her ride the elevator every time she needs to take a leak.”

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jiminiessipabo · 4 years

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Lil’ Bun (M)

Pairing: Easter Bunny!Jungkook x reader Word Count: 5.2k Genre: fantasy, smut, mild violence, language Warnings/rating: explicit, smut, language, mild violence Summary: You helped a lonely bunny find his place in this new world. A/N: I’m starting out with smut, I’ll probably come back to this months later and re-write it. Sorry if it’s shit, bruh.

You couldn’t believe your luck. You were one of the six ‘parents’ that we're watching the Easter egg hunt that was happening today. You didn’t have a child yourself, but your nephew was in the group and your sister couldn’t get out of work to join the hunt, so you happily volunteered. You didn’t mind, your day was free and it was for your nephew. He was currently off gallivanting with his friends, so you were left to wonder around the park by yourself.

It was a place that was equivalent to a garden centre, with beautiful rosebushes lining the path and a fountain at the end. You had strayed off to go into the trees whilst helping to look for eggs yourself to whom you would donate to one of the children if you found any. You were also keeping an eye out for one for your nephew.

You were in the middle of admiring the Cherry Blossom trees when you heard a scuffling noise. You turned, trying to pinpoint where you could hear the peculiar noise but it suddenly stopped, so you carried on looking at the tree, wishing you had brought your camera along with you to take snapshots of the wonderful sights. You supposed a normal phone camera would have to do. Then the scuffling appeared again, this time it sounded closer to you.

You tutted and walked around the tree, trying to find the noise but every time you thought you had got close to it, it would stop and reappear in another location. Then something else peculiar happened, an egg dropped from behind a tree. It was a brightly coloured egg with pretty patterns on it, fine stripes and careful stars etched into it. You smiled to yourself as you retrieved it, eager to get an egg for your nephew.

You heard the noise again and looked up only to see another bright egg, a mere distance away from you, so you popped the one in your hand into your bag and went to retrieve that one. Just as you squatted down to grab it you heard a sniffle and glanced up only to see the tips of two brown ears disappear behind the pine bushes. You cocked an eyebrow. “Didn’t know there would be dressed up people here today,” you said to yourself as you packed away the second egg.

You moved on from your spot, hearing the warning bell for lunchtime for the children. You left the beautiful garden area and made your way to the small field where you could see the children gathering around the park benches.

Just as you left the tree line, however, you heard that familiar scuffle from behind you before a jingling noise followed after. It sounded as though an animal was sniffing heavily for something, almost like a dog scenting. You frowned and turned back to the tree line and went searching for the noise knowing it would bug you if you didn’t find out what it was.

One of your hands grabbed on to your shoulder bag whilst the other moved the branches out of your way. You tried to be quiet in your footsteps as to not alert the animal, or maybe it really was someone with heavy breathing. It was most likely an animal though, you thought to yourself.

You pushed past the last bush and stopped short, your foot even stopping mid-air. Stood in front of you was perhaps the most beautiful man you had ever come across. The way he stood showed off his powerful legs, his back was straight, broad at the shoulders and a narrow waist, you were almost jealous of how tiny his waist was. What perplexed you though was what he was wearing, the brown perked ears that sat on top of his head and his cute fluffy tail with knee-length tan dungarees on and a white top on underneath.

You slowly lowered your foot but it crunched a twig causing the boy to turn around, his eyes wide with fright and his lips opened with a gasp. His ears shot up before they were pinned back against his head. He stepped back a few steps, his back now against the tree behind him.

“Hey, don’t be scared,” you uttered softly, holding your hands up, your palms face towards him. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.” You stepped forward one step, watching him as he tensed further, though his ears were now resting normally, though they would twitch every time you spoke or moved. “I’m Y/N, I’m here with the Easter egg hunt, what about you?”

He didn’t answer you, so you tried a different tactic. “I noticed you dropped these,” you said, holding out the brightly coloured eggs. You held them out to him as a peace offering but he didn’t move a muscle. “You really don’t need to be afraid of me, I promise,” you said, tilting your head. You continued to smile at him, watching as those peculiar, life-like ears perked back up again slowly, his tense shoulders relaxing.

“Th-thank you,” he stuttered out, his voice shy of a whisper. He took the eggs from your hands gently, his own hands slightly shaking. You must have really scared him, you felt guilty for inflicting fear on him, even unknowingly. He gulped and stared at you, his nose twitching. “Y-you smell nice,” he said.

You grinned, blushing slightly. “Thank you, I run a soap shop, so I constantly smell of different things,” you giggled and were pleased to see him smiling back at you. You caught a flash of his bunny teeth before they disappeared again. “You have a pretty smile,” you said and stepped closer but stopped when he jumped slightly, his eyes widening again. “Hey, I told you, I’m no one to fear,” you whispered and stepped forwards again, though this time he did not flinch.

“I-I’m sorry,” the boy whispered, looking down at his heavy booted feet bashfully. He couldn’t hold back his flinch when he saw her dainty feet step in his view and quickly glanced up to see her now a breath away. He gulped, not daring to move, even as she lifted a hand up to his head.

“Are those real??” You gasped, your hand making contact with the soft appendages. You ran your fingers up and down, looking up at them in wonder. You squealed when you felt a strong grip on your wrist and looked up to see the boy frowning at you, his nose slightly raised in your direction. You stayed still as he sniffed you, his nose running from your cheek and down your neck before moving across your chest.

The grip on your wrist loosened and you pulled it free, your hand automatically moving to his face. Your hand curved around his cherub cheeks, thumb brushing over the spread of red that flushed the apples of his cheeks. “You’re so adorable,” you whispered to the stranger.

He backed away from you, blinking away his embarrassment before stuffing the eggs you gave him into his bag. He gave one last sniff before he ran away, almost a jump in his step. You watched with wide eyes until he disappeared from your sight. “Beautiful,” you whispered before turning back to where your group was gathering for lunch. Guess that eggs weren’t meant to be your nephews after all.

It was two weeks later; you had just come from visiting your sister and dropping your nephew off at home from sleeping at your house for the weekend. You were on your way home, past your local woods when you heard cheers and whistling from the forest line followed by grunts and whimpers.

“Freak, you’re a freak of nature, I ought to rip those things right from your head, you furry cunt,” you heard a voice shout in a nasty tone. You gasped and rushed in, breaking through the trees only to find five men all around a campfire with – with the man you had met on the Easter trail hunt. Your eyes widened, meeting the poor bunny’s own fearful gaze. “Who the fuck are you?” One of the men said when he spotted you.

You frowned. “I’m his friend and I’m calling the police on you,” you said, rushing to get your phone from your shoulder bag and before you could dial the number the men scrambled, shouting at each other to hurry. You huffed and put your phone away before hurrying over to the brunet. You crouched beside him, holding your hand out to alert him you were near. “Are you okay?”

The boy looked up at you with tears in his eyes, his mouth round in shock. “Th-thank you for saving me,” he stuttered out, sniffing in the air slightly before pushing himself up to his feet, you following him up. “I-“ He stopped speaking.

You smiled. “It’s okay, there’s nothing to be scared of when I’m around. I’m Y/N, remember, are you going to tell me your name this time?” You asked, holding your hand out towards him. You grinned when he took hold of your hand, his own exceptionally softer and larger than your own.

“Jungkook,” he muttered, quickly releasing you before looking down at his feet, scuffing the tip of his timber boots. You noticed he was in the same get-up as last time and furrowed your eyebrows.

“Where do you live?” You asked, looking back up at his face only to see him staring intently at you with concentration on his face. You tilted your head at him, waiting for him to come around. You smiled when he blushed furiously looking away.

“Uh, I’m from another country,” he said, biting his bottom lip. He looked as though he wanted to run far away from you at that moment, but you wouldn’t let him. You grabbed hold of his wrist to stop him from bolting off again.

“Do you have a place to stay or any clothes to change into?” You asked, trying not to seem rude or standoffish. You noticed his hesitance to answer and huffed. “You can stay with me, I have a few clothes that would fit you and you can have a decent shower and sleep. This is the second time I’ve come across you being lost in the woods, it’s not a good place to stay,” you rambled off, subconsciously pulling him behind you as you walked back onto the lit-up streets.

Jungkook did nothing but stare in awe at you, letting him be dragged off by you, a stranger. He never spoke a word the entire walk to your house, he just quietly walked by your side, his wrist still in your grip but it had softened when you noticed he wouldn’t escape.

It wasn’t that you were holding him captive, if he really didn’t want to come with you then you would let him leave, after supplying him with food and making sure he was safe of course. But with a face like his, no matter how tall and exercised he may seem, he would be eaten right up on the streets. You couldn’t live with yourself if you heard that this little bunny boy had an accident; it would break your heart.

You unlocked the door and urged him in, locking it up straight after before turning to him. He looked so big stood in your small corridor, he was slightly shaking and his ears were pinned back on his head, his eyes darting all around him before settling on you. You smiled gently at him and told him to remove his shoes.

You lead him to the living room where you told him to sit on the sofa. “Make yourself as comfy as possible Jungkook, this is your home for the night too,” you told him, before disappearing into another room.

Jungkook was left to his own devices, his hands resting on his thighs as he sat stiffly on the sofa, looking around the living room. He could tell you were genuinely a caring soul, with a heart of gold, just by the things that were in your room. Pictures hung on walls and shelves; the room was covered in white, pink and blue, all soft colours. He could spot some drawings that were clearly made by a child, but he did not smell any children in the house except for a faint smell that was almost stale.

He felt himself sink more into the soft sofa, the smell surrounding was quite comforting and he forgot about his problems for a moment, instead of choosing to relax in the warm home. Before long, he could hear you approaching and you appeared through the same door you left through with a bundle of clothing in your arms.

You smiled at him and placed the folded clothes on the sofa next to him. “I bought these from charity stores for lazy days, they’re huge on me so I assume they should fit you perfectly,” you said to him, unfolding the t-shirt first and holding it up. “You want to try them on first? I can get you something else if you don’t like them,” you asked but he quickly shook his head. “Oh, okay. I can show you to the shower now if you want?”

Jungkook stiffly nodded his head and stood up, taking the shirt from your hands and the rest of the folded clothes from the sofa. You nodded and walked in front of him, quietly pointing out what’s behind some of the doors; your bedroom, the second bedroom, the toilet downstairs and then the bathroom. “You can work the shower, right?” You asked, curiously looking up at his ears again.

They twitched under your clear scrutiny and the bunny nodded, twitching his nose as he took in the new smells. You watched him in wonder as he looked around the room. Your eyes trailing up and down him; big feet, strong legs, a cute little fuzzy tail, a lithe body and those adorable ears that sat on top of his head. “Are you really a-“, you cut yourself off and looked away.

“Yes.” You looked back and saw Jungkook staring down at the ground, his ears drooping down next to his head. “I’m not meant to be here,” he whispered.

You tilted your head, your hands coming to take his, making him drop the clothes. You lead him to sit on the toilet lid, choosing to kneel on the floor in front of him so you could look up at his face. “Talk to me Jungkook, I can try to help you,” you told him softly, squeezing his hands.

Jungkook’s wide eyes stared at your intertwined hands. They were trembling in your grasp and he squeezed yours as if to stop them. He looked into your eyes. “I’m-I don’t know how to explain this without you laughing at me,” he uttered in a small voice.

You tutted jokingly and said, “I would never laugh at you Jungkook, I know you’re different, I know you’re special.” You giggled at the spark of joy that flashed in his round eyes. “Tell me,” you urged.

“I’m next in line to be the Easter Bunny of Easter Island,” he blurted out and clenched his eyes as if waiting for the laughter, but it never came. True to your word, you didn’t laugh, instead, you sat with your eyes and mouth wide open, not expecting that to be the words that would come from him. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, shaking your hands.

You blinked and closed your mouth. “I thought crazy cannibals lived on Easter Island,” you muttered under your breath, but he heard clearly and to your surprised, giggled.

“That’s just a myth that people thought about the locals and we haven’t corrected people so they stay away, we still get a few visitors but we hide well,” he spoke more confidently before, his back straightening. “My father is the current Easter Bunny but now he is getting older. This Easter was his last one and he took me with him to train me but the Boogeyman separated us, I don’t know what to do.” By the end of his explanation, he was back to shaking, with tears in his eyes.

Without hesitance you swooped up and cuddled him close to you, stroking his soft hair and shushing him. “Your father is the Easter Bunny, I know for a fact he is okay and is probably worried about you,” you told him. “You can stay here as long as it takes for you to find him again, or him to find you.”

Jungkook pulled away, the redness around his eyes and nose making him look so much cuter. “You promise?” He asked and smiled, bunny teeth showing as he pulled you into another hug when you nodded. “Thank you so much, Y/N,” he whispered against your chest.

You smiled and stroked his hair one last time before pulling away. “Now, Mr Bunny, you need a shower,” you said and left him alone in the bathroom, glad to see he was less shy.

When Jungkook came downstairs into the kitchen, you were cooking a stir fry, humming happily to the song that was playing on the small radio in the corner of the kitchen. He padded across the room, his bare feet barely making a noise on the tiled floor, and stood next to you, watching with mild interest. You cast him a glance and moved slightly to allow him to watch what you were doing.

“Have you been among us guys before?” You casually asked, before scrunching your face up at the wording. “I mean have you stayed around humans for this long before?” You asked again.

Jungkook smiled regardless of your words and shook his head. “We lead quiet lives, for the most part, we work to get all the eggs together, listening to what children want for Easter and we farm a lot. We don’t really have gadgets like TV’s or even phones, we still stick to pagers and magic portals,” he explained in his soft voice.

“Shut the front door, what?” You exclaimed, “there are magic portals?” You asked, throwing your spatula around as you waved your arms around in shock. You shook your head in disbelief when confirmed. “Wow, how are we so ignorant of the magic out there?” You muttered under your breath.

Jungkook sat at the table where a knife and fork were laid out on each side, with a drink of water by them. He liked the homely feel to your house, he felt at ease, safer than he had on the streets. You turned to him, with the pan in your hand and dished out the food, walking over to the table with both plates in your hand and a bright smile on your face.

“So, is there anything else I should know about my guest? Food and drinks? Bed preferences?” You asked during the meal. When you looked up at the lack of reply you saw Jungkook blushing and looking down at his plate almost bashfully.

“I don’t want to overstep my welcome, more than I should really. I’m happy to just sleep on the sofa for the meantime, it’s no problem really,” said Jungkook before spooning some of the stir-fry into his mouth. He carefully evaded your gaze, choosing to instead stare at his plate.

You weren’t convinced. “Jungkook, it’s okay to stay in the guest bedroom. I don’t really have many visitors that stay the night so it mostly goes unused,” you said with a smile. He was so precious. You reached over and placed your hands on top of his and squeezed ever so gently. “You can stay here for as long as you like, bunny,” you said with a wink before moving back to your food.

Jungkook smiled down at his food and joined you in eating. It was the best meal he’d had in his life. The cooks at Easter Island were good enough, but they were no master chefs, he just learned to appreciate that they would even cook for him. But he could tell this was made with love and no obligation. He felt cared for.

By the time it came for them to go to bed, just short of eleven pm, Jungkook was tired and ready to sleep. You giggled every time his head would jerk up as if he was jerking himself awake. You were watching Cars 2, something light-hearted and fun after the night you both had, especially Jungkook.

“Okay, so, this is the guest bedroom,” you said as you opened the door at the end of the hallway. You flicked the light on and beckoned him into the room with you. You walked to the bedside and switched on the lamp and turned to Jungkook, who was still pottering around the doorway, fingers fumbling with his shirt. “Please, treat this as your own room, my nephew has his own room next door to mine, so this one is always free for others,” you said.

Jungkook finally stepped into the room, looking around with wide eyes before smiling shyly at you. “It’s all amazing, Y/N, thank you so much,” he said whilst bowing quickly. He watched with a smile as you said night and closed the door behind you before he turned to the already made bed. He sat on the edge of it and looked around before fishing the portal gem from his pocket. He looked at it, running his finger over it.

He wasn’t lying when he said he had lost his father, but Jungkook knew that if his father hadn’t reached him by now then that meant the Boogeyman has him and it was too dangerous for him to return back to Easter Island for now. He didn’t want to get you involved, but he believed in fate, and he knew you two were destined to meet, so for now, he would stay and protect you.

He laid back in bed, his hands clasped together on his stomach. He laid there for a good few hours but he couldn’t sleep, he felt as though he should be by you, ready to protect you from the Boogeyman. With that thought in mind, Jungkook quickly got up from the bed and made his way out of the guest room using his nose to track your scent. He knew which bedroom was yours straight away and couldn’t help but stand outside of it, he could hear your light snores, the rustling of the sheets telling him that you had just rolled over.

Jungkook was shaking with nerves as he carefully opened your door and peered into your room. He laid his eyes on your sleeping form and smiled softly, walking further into the room. He carefully shut the door and was once again shrouded in darkness. His large feet padded to the side of your bed and he glanced over your half-naked body. Your hand tucked under head, the other laid on your bare stomach. He pursed his lips as your tank top bunch under your breasts, your knickers hanging low on your hips. He could feel himself lose himself in your presence, slowly by the minute. He carefully climbed onto the bed, his nose twitching as you grunted in your sleep, your legs parting allowing an alluring scent to dampen the air.

Jungkook almost growled out loud, grinding his teeth in appreciation at the scent. He crawled up to you and laid quietly by your side, staring at your peaceful face as you slept. He froze when you turned on to your side, blinking as you did.

You stared at him for a second, confused as to why he was in bed with you. “Jungkook? Are you ok?” You asked, sleep still evident in your voice. You grabbed the end of your duvet and threw it over yourself and him.

Jungkook gulped and nodded. “Just lonely, and scared,” he added as an afterthought. He was surprised when you threw an arm over his waist, scooting closer in the double bed to rest your head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered, closing his eyes with a smile on his face.

Together, you both fell asleep.

Jungkook groaned and stretched his limbs out before freezing up. He opened his eyes and glanced down at his stomach where he saw your hand lightly tracing over his abs. He looked over at you and saw that you were still fast asleep, snores tumbling from your mouth. He inhaled and moved your hand from his stomach, stumbling out of the bed and out of your room where he crashed into the bathroom and took a few deep breaths. “Not now,” he groaned and looked down at his erection.

He palmed himself, staring at his reflection before clenching his eyes shut, his head tilting back. He unhooked his dungarees, letting them drop to the floor and slipped his hand under the waistband of his underwear and cupped his erection. He glided his hand up and down, relieving himself. He couldn’t help the whimper that left his mouth. With his other hand, he gripped the edge of the counter, leaning heavily onto it as he pumped his hard-on quicker and quicker, thrusting his hips faster. He could feel the knot in his stomach tightening and moved his hand quicker until spurts of cum landed on the counter and in the sink.

“Fuck,” he muttered, quickly, grabbing some toilet paper and cleaned up the mess. He ran the sink whilst tucking himself back into his underwear, hooking his dungarees back up. He quickly washed his hands and face, looking at himself in the mirror before leaving the bathroom again.

The next few days were painful for him, although he always ended up cuddling up to you in your bed. Every morning he would wake up with a raging boner and you were none the wiser. You would wake up shortly after him, cook breakfast and then talk more about his home, his father, his friends and everything else about his world. On the second day, you had also taken him shopping for a change of clothes and bedwear so he wasn’t sleeping and walking around in the same clothes every day.

He felt guilty, you were so kind to him, but he kept tainting your image at night in his dreams and every morning in the bathroom when he would think of your innocent face.

That night, after a filling meal and a nice movie, you both went to get changed for bed. “You can have the bathroom first,” said Jungkook and you smiled and nodded, grabbing your pyjamas and ran to the bathroom. Jungkook decided to change in your room. He was on the last button of his pyjama shirt when you walked back in.

“Good night, Jungkook,” you whispered when you were both in bed. He whispered it back and not long after you were both asleep.

You smacked your lips as you blinked. It was still in the middle of the night, but something had woken you up. You could feel your bed shake ever so slightly, and the body next to you was boiling hot. You looked over at Jungkook and noticed that his face was scrunched up, his perfect little bunny teeth on show. You trailed your eyes down him, following the lines of perspiration on his thick neck down his body and to where the covers were lightly resting on his hips. Your eyes widened as you saw his hips shifting upwards and couldn’t help yourself from tugging the quilt cover down. Your eyes widened further at the very prominent bulge. You looked back up at his face and saw him biting his lips, his eyes clenched shut as he tossed his head from side to side, little whimpers escaping from the back of the seat.

You sat up and moved closer so your knees were touching his side. Gently you placed a hand over his bulge and squeezed causing a groan to come from him. You glanced up at his face and it almost looked like he was in pain. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, feeling yourself become wet at his obvious arousal. You carefully pulled down his pyjama bottoms and gasped when his dick was freed, standing tall with the tip bright pink and already leaking precum. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and moved it up and down.

When you next glanced up at his face you saw him squinting down at you, his hand coming to tangle in your already messy hair. You smiled at him, pumping his cock faster before you dipped your head down, wrapping your lips are his plump head, gently sucking his tip. You moaned at the taste of delicious precum and took him further into your mouth, the hand in your hair tightening.

“Oh, that feels so good,” he whimpered, thrusting his hips up into your face. He had never had a blowjob before, all the rabbit shifters on Easter Island had large bunny teeth like himself. You choked when his cock hit the back of your throat. “I’m gonna cum,” he confessed and as quick as his release snuck upon him, it soon disappeared along with your mouth and hands. He looked up at you, panicked; worried that he had said the wrong thing.

Much to his pleasure, you were stripping your top off and soon throwing a leg over his waist. You gently rubbed your clothed clit over his hard cock, loving the pressure that was placed against it. Your nails were tracing over his stomach, tracing the lines of his abs before pinching one of his nipples. “Good bunny, taking care of me,” you panted, gyrating your hips faster.

Jungkook bit his lip and with quick precision moved your panties to the side, lining his cock up with your slit and pushed into you. He let you go, and let you take him in fully. “It feels so good to be full again,” you whimpered and lifted your hips up again only to slap back down. You sped up, letting him take over by thrusting in and out of you. You leaned down and pressed your lips to him in a messy kiss, swallowing all of his delicious moans. Your hand lightly circled around his throat, not applying any pressure. “Faster, I’m almost there,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his as he thrust deep and hard into you.

“Fuck, fuck, Y/N,” he cried as he felt you orgasm around him, your walls spasming and squeezing him. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he told her. He quickly pulled out, his cum spurting over his and her stomach.

You flopped onto your side, your breathing heavy and brushed the hair out of your face. You glanced to your right and saw Jungkook staring up at the ceiling with a small smile on his face. “You okay?” You asked softly, dreading that he had regretted that with you. You had never felt such carnal lust take over you like that before.

Jungkook turned to look at you, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and rolled onto his side. “I’m more than okay,” he whispered before pressing a kiss against your lips. “Thank you for saving me, Y/n.”

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blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

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Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Eighteen: The One With the His Job

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3054

He told her there was a danger with him. That there was always going to be a threat. He warned her what could possibly come if they went further. But neither cared. Neither wanted to stop. There were such strong feelings between the two that if they stopped, Lily would be left with something missing in her life. She didn't want to let him go, despite being hesitant to let him in. He created this new feeling of safety for Lily, yet here they sat. She knew what her parents were doing. It was recorded in studies that the Winter Soldier was unlocked through a series of Russian words, triggers that would set off the chemicals in his brain.

And for the first time, Lily felt scared around Bucky Barnes. But it didn't last long.

With his eyes squeezed tight, Bucky made his way towards Lily and Hunter. Fluttering those steel-blue eyes, Bucky looked at Lily, and she knew he was still there. He turned his back to the two, blocking the view of Lily's family. And he spoke, cool, calm, and collected.

"For two of the smartest scientists, you don't do a lot of research," Bucky began, "I don't work like that anymore. Now in about two minutes Captain America and the Falcon are going to walk through those doors. Do us all a favour, and just sit. And wait."

The clicking of a gun made Lily's heart stutter. It came from one of the three Osbornes. She whispered a quiet prayer, despite her lack of religious beliefs, and tugged the young boy closer to her. Her breathing was rapid and tears brimmed at the mossy iris of her eyes, creating a glass-like effect. It made her look like a real doll, just as Bucky called her. A small shuttering breath escaped her lips as she pressed a kiss to the soft tufts of blonde on Hunter’s head. If anything, she just wanted to shield Hunter from all of this. With what he had been through at such a young age already, Lily felt her heartbreak at the idea of him having to witness the events that would follow.

"Lily go to the car," Bucky whispered, glancing over his shoulder, "Please."

She didn't hesitate. Most people she was sure would try and stay and help, but Lily would be damned if she had Hunter stay in this cafe for a second longer. Without skipping a beat, the blonde tugged her son away from the booth and darted with him towards the car they had brought here that morning, rushing him into the back. The moment the doors closed, both Lily and Hunter let out a breath of relief. Leaning her head forward, Lily placed it on the top of her steering wheel, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall as everything began to settle in.

The sound of her phone ringing made every hair on her body stand on edge.

Glancing up, Lily sniffled while answering through her car. It was Rose. And dear God was the elder sister glad to hear from her. But nervous at the same time. She wasn't sure if Rose knew about what was happening, she could only assume so, seeing as the younger sister had been in the cafe not too long ago with Lily's best friend.

"Lily! Thank god you answered are you okay?" Rose's panicked voice quivered as it rang through her speakers, "Do you have Hunter? Please tell me you have Hunter?"

"Yeah, yeah Rose I've got Hunter. We're okay. We're in the car." Lily responded, her own voice barely above a whisper, "Are you and Gen okay?"

"Yeah...yeah, we're at Gen's apartment. I tried to take Hunter, I tried. But they...they ju- "

"Rose stop. It's okay...listen I'm with Hunter right now I'll call you back. Make sure Gen's okay, and just stay there." Lily finished, "I love you." and with that, the blonde ended the call, turning her attention to the clear shell-shocked boy that was sitting in the back seat.

"Mom is Bucky gonna hurt grandma, grandpa, and uncle Cedar?" his voice whispered, shaking and cracking halfway through.

Lily felt a ton of bricks smash against her chest. She herself didn't even know the answer to that. She trusted Bucky, yes. But this was also his job. To take down the people who do these sorts of things. Bring them to justice, by whatever means needed. And a part of her knew that there was a possibility she could lose her parents and brother within the next few minutes, but the other half of her knew that Bucky wouldn't. She felt deep inside that if it came down to it, he would let them live and be brought to legal task instead of violence. But Lily didn't know...but she couldn't leave Hunter hanging. If she did that, then he'd know her own thoughts on the matter. And it wouldn't help either case.

"No." she stated, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "No I don't think Bucky will."

And she was right.

Not too long later, the doors to the cafe swung open after the police screamed down the street. Lily watched with pain in her eyes as her parents, unscathed with a mere bruise or two were walked from the building, Bucky, Steve, and Sam following close behind. No one looked injured or hurt, and a sigh of relief escaped from Lily. Bucky glanced over at the car and excused himself from the trio, jogging towards the car. Lily watched as he opened the passenger side door, sliding in.

"Hey, Hunt buddy," Bucky whispered, shifting to turn.

"Hi, Bucky." Hunter returned, a sense of relaxation in his tone after seeing that no one had been injured, "Is everything okay now?"

Bucky's eyes met Lily's, and the two shared a moment of silence before he began to speak once again, "Yeah. Everything's okay now buddy."

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"How're you feeling, hun?" Lily whispered as she took a seat on Hunter's bed after tucking him in for the night, "Lots happened today. Is there anything you wanna talk about?"

"Why'd they do it?" the boy whispered, looking up at his mother, "Why did they do it, mom, I don't get it."

Lily let out a soft sigh, running a hand across the boy’s forehead, "I don't know bud. I don't. I wish I had an answer for you. Bucky's taking care of it. anything you need to know I'll tell you, okay? I promise." the blonde hummed, reaching her pointer finger out.

Hunter nodded and wrapped his smaller finger around hers. Pressing a kiss to the boy’s forehead, Lily stood from the bed. Flicking off the lights, she smiled gently at Hunter curling under his blankets before she shut the door to his bedroom. Digging the heels of her hands into her eyes, Lily walked down the stairs where Bucky, Sam and Rose were sitting in her living room. She smiled gently when they looked up at her before she took a seat next to Bucky on the couch.

"So this is a daily thing with you guys, hm?" Rose asked, sipping her water, "Like what do you guys do when people aren't trying to blow up the city or take over the world?"

The room fell silent except for the late-night news playing in the background. Bucky and Sam looked at each other with frazzled expressions as though they didn't even know what they did when there wasn't an imminent threat to the city or the world. Lily couldn't help but laugh at that fact. Out of the four of them, she lived the most basic and mundane life. Rose was a world-famous stylist and designer, Bucky and Sam were superheroes. Lily was just a children's doctor living in suburban Manhattan with a family and a dog. The other three had travelled all over the world, and Lily hadn't. So learning what these fantastic people did in their free time did seriously intrigue the girl.

"Yeah I mean there aren't always people trying to take over the world," Lily continued, sipping her glass of wine, "Do you like...go bowling?"

Bucky let out a laugh, his head rolling backwards, "Bowling? I guess so, I mean there is an alley in the compound. But we mostly just hang out at our own places really. Wait for the next mission. I help at the retirement home, Sam hosts a veteran support group. Steve never stops working." the man hummed, his arm draping across Lily's shoulders.

"Speaking of bowling," Lily sighed, readjusting herself, "Hunter's birthday is next week and I still have no idea what to do. He's getting older and it's harder to come up with ideas."

"How do we go from talking about Bucky and Sam being literal superheroes to Hunter's birthday," Rose chuckled, "But I'm not sure Lil. Maybe take them bowling I guess."

"Or bring him and a few of the kid’s friends by the compound," Sam suggested, "If the kid’s friends are anything like Hunter, I'm sure they'd love it. Run a watered-down version of a training thing to be an Avenger."

"I'd love that Sam thank you. I just want to give him something to take his mind off of everything going on." Lily shrugged, leaning further into Bucky.

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November seventh. The faithful day that Lily welcome her baby boy into the world around her. Into her arms, into the life of New York. Despite her not wanting kids for quite some time, she wouldn't take back having Hunter. She just wished he was the son of someone better. For his father was the person Lily wouldn't even wish upon her worst enemy. Every year since Hunter was born, Lily wanted to make his birthday special. She'd pull out all of the stops if it meant seeing her boy smile brighter than she ever had before. And in the times they were experiencing now, she knew he needed it, as did she, more than ever.

"So how do you know the avengers?" One of the kid’s parents, Jill, asked as everyone unloaded from the cars when they arrived at the compound, "Because Hunter's story seems a bit far-fetched, hun."

Lily sighed and rested her hand on her son’s shoulder and looked over at the woman, "What did he tell you, Jill?"

"That his mommy's seeing the Winter Soldier." the woman hummed, placing her own hand on her son’s shoulder, "Sounds like a fantasy."

"Fantasies can come true." A deep voice hummed. Lily couldn't help but grin at the feeling of a metal arm wrapping around her waist. Bucky. The small group of parents went silent as the man pressed a kiss to Lily's temple, "And only seeing? Here I was hoping we could refer to it as something a little bit more, doll." he teased, earning an elbow from Lily.

Lily felt her face heat up and her breathing catch in her throat. As much as she wanted to rub all of this in Jill's face, she still had that massive bundle of nerves inside of her that held her back. All of the parents here weren't exactly Lily's friends. She knew them from the PTA at Hunter's school and a few from her neighbourhood, and they were all very much those cliche suburban moms that would be seen in movies. Stuck up, believed themselves to be perfect with the perfect children. And Lily quite liked their children, but the mothers? Ugh, Lily couldn't stand them. However, they were insistent on joining the kids for the tour.

"Nice to see you finally have a man in your life," One of the other moms, Gina, hummed as the group began to walk towards the compound, "And a strong father figure for Hunter."

Lily glanced to the side, scoffing at her remarks, "I'm both Hunter's mother and father. And I don't need a man, Gina, I've raised Hunter alone his whole life essentially." she muttered, resting a hand on Bucky's arm to relax the tension.

Ever since the night Cedar attempted to break into Scott's apartment, something inside of Lily grew. A new side of her, she supposed. Growth, almost. A part of her knew that if she were able to stand up to Scott, the man who had destroyed any ounce of confidence she had throughout their relationship, who were Gina and Jill to hold her back. Of course, there was only a certain extent she would go to, for she was still nervous to even speak to people most of the time.

"Welcome to the Avengers compound!" Tony boomed as the doors opened for everyone to walk in, "If you'd like to join the little kiddos on the tour Just keep to the left here with Mr. Sam Wilson, aka the Falcon. and if parents would like a few drinks, follow me, towards the lounge."

A few of the parents joined the group of kids as they wandered down the hall. Hunter waved goodbye to Lily as she and the other parents made their way towards where Tony Stark was leading them. The small group of mothers and fathers whispered as Bucky tightened his grip on Lily's waist. The last thing Lily actually wanted to do was spend time with these parents, however, she was willing to sacrifice her sanity for a few hours if it meant giving Hunter the best day ever.

"Alright, Cyborg go help Nat bring out the refreshments while I get these people situated, hm?" Tony teased, patting Bucky's flesh arm, "Lily come, help me entertain your friends."

When Bucky's arm left Lily's waist, Tony took over by looping his arm with hers. Lily raised her eyebrow at the man as he took her over towards the rest of the group, sitting next to her on one of the couches. Lily gave the billionaire a quizzical look but he just nodded, as if telling her to simply go along with it. Lily and Tony had only spoken a handful of times, but he seemed fairly persistent about letting Bucky go get the things from the kitchen.

"So Lily," one of the fathers, Thomas, started, "it's really nice to see you get back out into the field. Not even just romantically, socially too. Maybe you'll actually come to the PTA group date nights, with someone other than Genevive." he chuckled, leaning backwards on his seat.

"She wouldn't attend anyway, Tommy. Lily isn't one for fun." Jill chuckled, crossing her legs, "What is it you do, Lily? Stay at home with your dog and kid. Come on, no one wants to see their kid that often. The only time I see you out is with Joey!" the woman continued, shaking her head.

Despite it being somewhat truthful, the woman's words stung a bit. Lily knew she didn't go out often and never really tried to connect with everyone around her. The only time she really did was when she was essentially forced, and she figured that's why Jill figured to go for a sensitive part in Lily's life. But then again, Jill was also a two-faced gossip who could never stay out of other people's business. Lily seemed to be her favourite topic of discussion, and her favourite to pick on. The blonde felt as though she were back in high school, or hell, even middle school. Jill was always going after Lily's insecurities, as though she could see right through her. It terrified the young mother, but Lily knew how much Hunter loved Jill's son. So she went through with it and sucked it up so her son could enjoy himself.

"Interesting comment...uh what was your name?" Tony commented, leaning forward slightly.

"Jill. Jill Reinhart." the redhead hummed, tilting her head to the side.

"Right. Jen, so like I was saying. Interesting comment. Lily here is actually quite in tune with fun. She attended a party I threw not too long ago and was an absolute hoot." Tony chuckled, squeezing the blonde’s shoulder, "And just because she actually enjoys spending time with her kid, who is a saint, doesn't mean she's any less fun. So."

The room fell silent. Lily looked over at the man with wide eyes as she took in what he had said. Jill always managed to find that soft spot, but Tony was quick to the jump. She figured this was why he had sent Bucky off, so he could deal with the clear teenage drama that was taking place inside of a group of adults. It probably didn't help Lily was the youngest of the entire group and was clearly the most vulnerable.

"W-well I was just- "

"No, jenny I really don't wanna hear it. Ah! here come Nat and Bucky with refreshments." Tony hummed, wiggling his eyebrows at the blonde before taking a seat next to nat as she sat down.

"you alright doll?" Bucky hummed as he walked over, reaching his hand out, "Mind joining me in the kitchen for a quick second?" he continued.

Lily nodded and took the man’s hand, standing from the couch. She glanced over her shoulder to see Jill sitting there with an absolutely shocked face. Lily smiled gently to herself as Bucky tugged her out of the lounge and into the hallway. A giggle escaped both of their lips as he spun her into his arms, leaning her up against one of the walls just outside of the kitchen. shaking her head, Lily wrapped her other hand into the man’s hair, enjoying the soft feeling of the dark tresses. He hummed softly, before bending down and pecking her lips.

"I was about ready to absolutely rip a new one off of that woman." Bucky chuckled as he pulled away, resting his forehead against the shorter girls.

"Mmm, that's Jill. Just a PTA woman. A real handful." Lily cooed, letting out a deep breath, "Now what can I help you with?"

"Well..." Bucky hummed, leaning back gently, "I was just wondering...seeing as we may as well be. And I absolutely adore spending time with you and Hunter is the sweetest boy...Do we want to I don't know...make it official? Basically, what I'm asking, Lily Osborne, will you be my girlfriend?" he finished.

A new sense of fear settled deep within Lily's stomach.

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heistmaster69 · 4 years

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pariet lilium (3)

pariet lilium by @heistmaster69 chapter 3

I cannot believe all the love this is getting! also, let me know I anything is confusing because I do not have beta readers, and my brain gets a Lil scrambly sometimes but ily all-mwah!

tw: self loathing and jealousy. too much pining that’s just ignored on both ends. overuse of italics. BLOOD FROM AN INJURY AT THE END.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 4

After what had happened, Draco and Frankie couldn’t sleep, so they sat in a plush nook lined with green pillows and velvet blankets in the Common room, lit by the silver moonlight. Frankie laid her head in his lap as they spoke.

“In there,” Draco began. “You said you had been studying this for years. What exactly?”

“You remember Kendra?” She began.

“She was your tutor, right? Hired by-”

“Don’t say their names, please.” She interrupted, gripping his forearm

“Your parents?” His eyes widened. “May I ask why?”

“They were crap parents” Frankie paused. “They don’t deserve it.” She said with a chuckle. “Anyway, Kendra taught me about spell creating when I was about six, and I still think it’s the coolest thing in the world.”

“You wanted to reverse the Killing Curse.”

“All three. Plus the Memory Charm.”

“Wow.” Draco began running his fingers through Frankie’s hair, fiddling with the dark strands. “You think it’s possible?”

“I know it is. I figured it out this year. I just don’t know how to actualize the spell just yet.”

“You are amazing, Chess.” He whispered.

“I know.” She giggled. Realizing the position they was in, Frankie felt her face get hot. She cleared her throat and sat up. “So, Malfoy. Call me crazy, but I’ve seen how you look at Cher. How’s that going?” It hurt to ask, but Frankie saw how he looked at her. She knew.

“What do you mean?” Draco scoffed. She could see his walls slam back up in an instant.

“Malfoy. Come on. You like her!” Frankie lightly punched his arm.

“Psh. No.”

“Malfoy...”

“No!” He snapped. “I don’t like her, Chess, c’mon.”

“Wow, sorry.” She sighed. “But you have been awfully chipper recently. Haven’t seen you bothering perfect Granger in weeks.”

“You really hate her, don’t you.”

“I wouldn’t say hate, exactly. Just a strong dislike. She just has to be so perfect all the time and she gets all the credit when Cher and I are above her in classes.” Frankie cleared her throat before continuing. “You are too! Like, she’s smart and all, but it just bothers me how pretty and perfect she is. All while friends with Wonder Boy Potter. She got hot last summer and now everyone is drooling over her. Blaise even is! It’s just frustrating how someone can be so much better than you in almost every way.”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Granger.” He rolled his eyes.

“Dr-Malfoy. You’ve seen her. How could I not be?”

“Shut up. You’re fishing for compliments.” He shoved her shoulder.

“Okay, no? Telling the truth is not fishing for compliments. I swear if I didn’t hate her so much I’d be in love with her.” They shared a laugh a laugh before Draco said;

“You shouldn’t be jealous-”

“Okay I’m gonna stop you right there.” Frankie tutted. “I really don’t want to hear it.”

He tipped his head, a confused look in his gray eyes.

“I-nothing.” She scrambled out of the nook, dying to escape from what she knew would be an interrogation. “Goodnight, Malfoy.”

“You’re not getting away that easy.” He spun her around, placing both hands on her shoulders.

She quickly maneuvered out of his grasp. “Don’t make me say it.” She whispered, unable to meet his gaze. “Please.”

“But why? I’d never judge you, you’re my best friend. And I tell you all my secrets, I told you the time I got a boner from-” Frankie interrupted just rambling with a laugh. She tried to lighten up the atmosphere with a joke;

“We don’t need to hear the boner story again. And fine. I’ll tell you if you promise not to be weird about it.”

“There’s nothing to be weird about.” Oh, Draco.

“Okay.” Frankie took a few steps away. A smirk growing on her face. “Just kidding!” She sprinted towards the dorms, giggling.

“Hey!” He chuckled quietly to himself, watching her as she went away. “Good night, Chess.”

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. ohmygodohmygod.

She had almost said it. She had almost told him.

I like it too much when you tell me I’m beautiful.

I like you too much.

The students shuffled along the stone path towards Hagrid’s Hut. The sun was high in the sky, yet the air had a chill regardless. Trelawney had spouted off some random omen that Wonder Boy was in danger, but honestly, when is he not?

Draco always had to pull something. His stupid dementor jokes on Harry, albeit funny, were a little mean. She had to stifle her laughs.

Merlin, that smirk. It would raise hell one day. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he challenged Harry. When did he get so attractive? The way he sauntered up to Harry with that stupid grin on his face made her heartbeat quicken. She had to look away.

The forest was beautiful. Frankie couldn’t help herself from just staring at the way the sun shone through the treetops, gorgeous golden rays illuminating her freckled face

“Everyone gather round the fence here. That’s right. Make sure you can see.” Hagrid shouted, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. The group of students shuffled around the paddock. “Now, first thing you’ll want to do is open yer’ books.”

“How?” Draco sneered while Crabbe and Goyle laughed. They laugh at everything he says, those goons. They can be sweet when they’re on their own, though. Goyle can make a mean chocolate chip cookie.

“Aye?” Hagrid grunted.

“How do we open our books.” Malfoy drawled, a firm scowl in his face.

How can this boy constantly pull 180s? Doesn’t he get tired?

“Hasn’t anyone been able to open their books?” Hagrid asked nervously. “You’ve got to stroke ‘em!”

A few students let out an Oh, but Frankie just sighed. “Oh how silly we’ve all been. We should’ve stroked them.” Draco scoffed.

How were they supposed to know? One thing caught her eye. Draco Malfoy took out two of his fingers, adorned with his family ring, and slowly stroked the spine of his Monster Book Of Monsters. Now that was a sight to see. Hagrid mumbles something to Granger that Frankie couldn’t hear, but Draco did.

“Oh tremendously funny. Really witty giving us books that try and rip our hands off.” Draco said.

“Shut up Malfoy.” Wonder Boy Potter here to save the day.

“He does have a point, though. Sorry Hagrid, the book went straight for my throat when I tried to read it. Malfoy here might’ve saved my life.”

“I thought you were better than that, Reed. You can shut your arse up too.” Potter glared at Frankie, making her shrink behind Draco.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” Draco

“Whatever, just keep you and your girlfriend’s noses out of my buisnees.” Girlfriend.

“She’s not-”

“He’s not-”

They looked at each other with flushed faces. Hagrid went to fetch the magical creatures, leaving an uncomfortably hostile tone around the students.

“God this place is going to the dogs.” Draco laughed. “That oaf teaching classes. My father will have a fit when he hears about this.”

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Harry reiterated.

“Careful, Potter, there’s a dementor behind you!” Lavender shouted. Normally, Frankie wouldn’t have joined in. But Perfect Granger was looking at her like she was scum. So Frankie pulled up her hood like the rest of them, echoing a chorus of ooohs.

Hagrid came jogging in with two beautiful beasts on a sort of leash, their silver and bronze feathers glowing in the sun.

“Hippogriffs.” Frankie said, admiring them and remembering Kendra’s lesson on magical creatures.

“That there’s right, Miss Reed! Beautiful aren’t they. These here are Hippogriffs. This one is Storm.” He gestured to the bronze feathered creature. “And this one’s Buckbeak.” Hagrid began telling the class a few facts about them, she didn’t even realize that the rest of the class had taken a few steps back. Hagrid called everyone to come closer, but no one really did, except for Harry’s trio and Frankie. She already knew what to do, so she began the slow process, starting with a low bow. Storm wasn’t paying attention at first, so Frankie whispered a small incantation she used to get stray cats to trust her.

“Scio et observare.” The copper colored hippogriff began a slow trot towards her. Frankie made sure to keep her gaze fixed on the ground. When Storm was a mere two feet away, Hagrid turned his gaze from the class to Frankie.

“Wow! You’ve got a way with ‘er.” He chuckled. “Now you can pet her.”

She reached a tentative hand up to Storm’s beak and gave a few gentle pets, Harry next to her doing the same with Buckbeak. Frankie began to circle Storm, scratching her feathers and smiling so hard her face hurt. All of a sudden Hagrid grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted Frankie onto Storm’s back.

“What-?”

“You two are gonna ride ‘em.” He did the same to Harry and the two soared into the distance.

Flying with a Hippogriff was unlike anything she’d ever done.

When the two touched down, the classes clapped, all but a few annoyed Gryffindors and Slytherins.

“Harry! Reed!” Hagrid snapped her out of her daze. “Amazin’!”

“Hey.” Potter whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Frankie shrugged. “The book did try to attack me.”

He chuckled. “Malfoy really saved you?” Frankie nodded. “Guess he’s nice to girls he fancies.”

“He does not fancy me, Potter. Get your head on right.”

“I’ll help speed things up.” He pulled Frankie into a tight hug, arms wrapped swift around her waist. “Just go with it.” Frankie obliged, curious to see Draco’s reaction. She put her arms gently around Potter’s neck and leaned into the embrace.

Just as Potter said, Draco stormed towards the two. “This must be easy if Potter could do it. You aren’t dangerous at all, are you? You great ugly brute.”

“Draco stop, stop!” He didn’t stop, obviously envious of Harry’s success, not the embrace. Frankie ran out in front of Storm, who had gotten on her hind legs in anger or fear. It happened in a flash of sharp, stinging pain. Storm had slashed her talons across Frankie’s back, leaving a sizable gash in her clothing and skin, blood beginning to seep through her clothing and onto the grassy floor.

Storm was upset by this. Not wanting to have hurt the girl who had been so kind to her, but was afraid of the boy who shouted. Storm nudged Frankie’s side with sorrow, just bringing forth a strangled cry of pain from Frankie’s throat.

“Chess, Merlin, I’m so sorry!” Draco cried. “Hagrid, please, I’m so sorry, she needs to go to the hospital wing!”

A/N: ON THAT ROAD TRIP GRIND pumping out some content! let me know what you think!

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Hey @your-a-good-man-arthur, ask and you shall receive! This is not a full fill of your prompt, but I hope you like it anyways c:

Leave This World Alive

Tags: Charles/Arthur, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, PS I Love You AU, Hurt Almost No Comfort

Warning for major chapter 6 spoilers!

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A year later, Charles Smith wakes and wishes he hadn't.

Lying on his back, he blinks up into the darkness of his tent. It's quiet outside, only the distant crackling of fire and hushed conversations to be heard. There's bird song, too, cheerful and carefree as it announces the break of a new day.

It doesn't feel right. Then again, nothing has ever since–

Charles closes his eyes again, lids clenched shut as if he could physically will away what this means. A year. Three-hundred-sixty-five fucking days have passed and the world spins on, a world without Arthur Morgan in it.

A few tears escape, burning in the corner of his eyes and trailing down his temples. They're due to leave a permanent path in his skin anytime soon. Wouldn't that be fitting? There's nothing Charles has to remember Arthur by, except the broken edges of his heart and the new lines grief has carved into his face.

Somewhere out there, there's a grave with his name on its cross – yet Charles hasn't been back since he buried him, hands aching, full of splinters as he engraved a wish into the wood, virtually blind with loss and exhaustion. He couldn't bring himself to.

Today of all days, he doesn't – can't – run from the rush of emotion that takes ahold of him. Charles inhales and exhales, shakier every time, and misses Arthur. The unique drawl of his voice, the gentle touch of too-rough hands; the way the right kind of smile could make his eyes light up, full of fragile hope and so blue.

There's nothing in the world that could compare, and Charles tried. He did. In those first weeks, when continuing to breathe felt too painful and the void inside made everything else meaningless, he went looking, was utterly convinced that if only he searched long enough, he'd find him eventually.

Somewhere in the margins, and even if just in the corner of a dog-eared book, Arthur must've left his mark.

It was all gone, though. Charles had stopped looking, and he still remembers viscerally how it hit him then. That Arthur – this kind, kind man, too kind for the things life had in store for him – left, not in the tumultuous roar they had envisioned for themselves over a shared bottle of whiskey under the stars but beaten and broken and alone.

A candle alight inside a storm, its flame quietly flickering out before it reached the end of its wick.

“Arthur, I swear...”

Charles fights for breath as he lies there without the familiar weight of the man he loves beside him, one set of lungs where there should be two, and he doesn't know how to end that sentence.

I swear I won't forget.

I swear I will finish what you started.

But he knows, deep within, there's only one thing Arthur would've wanted.

I swear I will keep going.

It's getting harder and harder to keep his promises.

Charles doesn't notice the courier's presence, at first.

He's tending to Taima as he does each morning, brushing the dust off her back and checking her legs for injuries. The past year, too, has had a toll on her; mere days after– after, she had started pawing the ground and digging her nose into Charles's pockets, and Charles had been too numb to understand at first that she was begging him for Arthur's treats, the ones he used to slip her when he thought Charles wasn't paying attention.

Some days, Charles wonders if horses grieve as well, or if he's just projecting his own state of mind onto her. Maybe it doesn't really matter.

When she turns her expectant gaze on him, Charles rolls his eyes and produces a carrot out of his back pocket. He breaks it apart and gives her the bigger half, keeping the other for himself.

“Ah, there– Mr. Smith!”

Charles stop chewing as his head snaps up, the mouthful sitting awkwardly on his tongue for a moment before he swallows. Nobody calls him that here. Eyes narrowed and shoulders tense, he reaches for his knife–

“Hey, uh”, the stranger says, eyes flitting nervously from Charles's hands to his face and back again. “Easy there, mister. Charles Smith, right? Just wanna deliver this letter I got for ya, and I'll be on my way. No trouble comin' from me, I promise!”

“Who?” Charles's voice sounds raspy even to his own ears. “Who sent you?”

Clearly, it doesn't inspire much confidence because the courier scrambles for an answer, quick enough to stumble over his words.

“A– Alden, sir. From the post office in Rhodes? Told me to look up in the mountains for ya. Never been this far up North, I believe– Ain't complainin', of course, no sir!”

Alden? A vague memory stirs. One of the discouraged men that have been popping up more and more, if you knew where to look for 'em. Charles holds out a hand, meeting the other's uncomprehending stare. “The letter?”, he prompts.

“Ah! Yes, sir, uh– Here.”

It has weight to it, the letter. Charles doesn't throw more than a cursory glance at it, not with the stranger-turned-courier trying to look as well, but there's something about it that makes his heart beat faster, awakened from its year-long slumber.

Only at Charles's raised eyebrow does the courier straighten up, “Right”, he says, nodding to himself. “I'll get goin'.”

For a moment, Charles watches him leave, weaseling his way past a busy camp filled with even busier people, almost comical with how out-of-place his uniform looks here. Seems like a lifetime ago that he's dealt with any outsiders. He can't say he missed it.

Charles shakes his head and looks down at the letter in his hands – Taima's on it before he can do more than flip it, ears pointed and nose flaring as she sniffs it curiously, and, with the practiced ease of having grown up with and around animals, Charles raises it out of her reach.

“That's for me, girl. You had your treat already.”

There's much to be done still; Charles needs to check the traps, maybe bring home a doe if luck is on his side. Last time he did so, Rains Fall told him he's earned his keep with or without hunting for them, but Charles feels better knowing he can help, somehow.

Later, he decides, pocketing the letter. He'll read it later.

It's past midnight when Charles returns, dried blood gone tacky on his hands and his feet half-frozen in his boots. Only after he's in his tent, washed and fed and as close to the much-needed fire as he dares, does he remember the letter.

It's in the back pocket of his discarded pants, and looking a little crumpled around the edges. Charles has to tilt towards the firelight to read the single line on the front of the envelope, and he nearly drops it entirely when he does.

Charles Smith in the delicate, narrow twists and turns of a handwriting he'd recognize anywhere, even five, ten, thirty years down the line.

And there's hope, for one blinding moment as he slides his fingers into folded paper and pulls out a few pages worth, hope that somehow, in some way, Arthur did manage to return to him. That this is the sign he's been looking out for, that there is a place to go and a date to keep in mind that will make the past year undone.

That somewhere there, at the end of the line, is Arthur with his drawl and his beautiful eyes, waiting for him.

That is not how these things are meant to go, of course. There in the corner, on the very first page, is a date and a place and Charles's chest aches with the loss of it all, the numbers blurring in front of his eyes.

Beaver Hollow, just a few days before–

“Oh, Arthur”, Charles breathes, less than a whisper as he realizes that this, reading Arthur's first and final letter to him, might very well be the last thing he does. That perhaps his tattered heart struggled on beating just for him to witness this, just as he was there to witness Arthur's dead body.

And yet, the feel of the paper between his fingers is familiar, comforting, reminiscent of that journal Arthur carried everywhere and there, down one side of it, it is a little torn where it was carefully ripped out. Charles wipes a stray tear off his cheek before it can drip down and ruin any of it. Even so he finds it impossibly hard to start, to take in anything beyond the Dear Charles at the very beginning.

Arthur's words, the rarest resource Charles has.

It's inevitable, that he does – start, that is, because he must. There is no world in which Charles wouldn't listen to what Arthur has to say, no matter how frail and weak his voice got, hacked into pieces by his coughing that will haunt Charles to the end of his days, too.

Thus, he reads, Dear Charles, and rubs at his chest where his heart breaks anew.

I've started this more times than I can count and to be honest with you, I still have no idea what I'm doing.

The thing is: I don't have much time. Well, you know this, obviously you do... I'm giving this letter to Sadie first thing in the morning, and if it made it's way to you, then that means I'm dead.

I think that's part of it, you know? Of the not-knowing. Never been a man to philosophize, and I ain't about to start now, but it's been on my mind. I don't know how this whole thing will turn out. I just know you made it out safe, and so will John, Abigail and lil Jack too. Might very well be the last thing I do.

Oh, Charles. All I know is I miss you. Sounds like a silly thing to say, with you being gone only a week but well, you and I both know this is it so... Here I am, acting like a fool for you once more. And while there's many things I regret, being with you was never one of 'em.

I would do it all again, you know? If that's what it takes, I wouldn't hesitate, not even a second. Being with you made life worth living, no matter how hard it got. I guess that's the thing about love, ain't it? I always thought it ain't meant for someone like me. You proved me wrong on that, as you tend to do. Made me a freer man than I ever was.

Because I do, Charles. I love you. Said it once or twice but it ain't ever enough. You were the best damn thing that ever happened to me and letting you go was the hardest damn thing, too.

And I'm sorry, for what it's worth. I'm sorry that everything turned out this messy. I'm sorry I can't be there now, with you.

I'll spend the time that's left for me thinking about you, Charles. There ain't much else I can give you. I hope, wherever you are, that you're thinking about me too.

And yet, while my story is nearing its end, it's only a chapter in yours. You deserve the world, Charles. You do. You told me not so long ago I owe you, and I think you didn't realize how much. I ain't got what it takes to ask another favor of you but...

Keep going, please. Do it for me, Charles.

I'm running out of space and there's so much more I want to tell you. Just know that that peace we was talking about finding? I think I did. I found it in you.

I'm yours, Charles. Always, remember?

Arthur

The letter has its own pocket in every one of Charles's shirts. Folded into a small square, the pages are tucked into that spot over his heart, a familiar weight.

Charles knows every word by memory and yet, every time when the leaves start to fall, he sits by Taima's side and reads it, sometimes to himself, sometimes out loud. The paper is weak where it's been bent too many times, the sketches that fill the few blank spots a little smudged but it doesn't matter.

Arthur is with him, always, and that is all that counts.

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#red dead redemption #rdr2 #charthur #charles smith #arthur morgan #a brokeback mountain reference and ps i love you in one fic? it's more likely than you think #bewareth typos and such #i wrote this in one go and it's 5am ayy #reblogs as always appreciated!!#long post #rdr fanfiction #my stuff #rdr #RDR spoilers

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justsomekpopstuff · 6 years

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Familiars (Jongin)

Pairing: Jongin x Reader

Type: Soulmate AU

Requests: OPEN

MASTERLIST

A/N: in wake of the chaos that has erupted bc of mah bois seventeen, i needed to write some fluff to cleanse my soul. so here we are!

You and your soulmate are connected by familiars - you share the same animal familiar that will eventually lead you to each other...

your familiar was your absolute favorite

you remember the first time it appeared when you were small

you thought it was just a stray that appeared in front of you at the park

but, when you noticed that it followed you when you got older, you began to suspect something was up

it would appear anywhere that you were whenever you thought about it

when you got into school, you learned about the concept of familiars

they were animal spirits that were sent to assist you

and, in your case, it was there to help you find your soulmate

you grew to absolutely adore having your familiar around

it was a small little brown poodle, who was the cuddliest lil thing you had ever met

it always appeared when you needed it most, and for years of your life that was its purpose

it wasn’t until later that things began to change

Jongin hated that he had to keep his familiar hidden all the time

even when he became a trainee, he didn’t have time to spend with his familiar

there were times in his training and in his schedules where all he would want was to sit and relax with his familiar

but, sadly, with the life he led, he barely had time to breathe let alone spend time with his familiar

the moment that he was able to relax, out came the small brown poodle, who would lie straight into his lap

it was one of the few things that brought him peace in his busy life

it wasn’t until one of the boys brought up soulmates that he told them about his familiar

they told him that they had heard that familiars can lead to your soulmate

and so, he kept his familiar that much closer, knowing that if he ever got the chance, it would lead him to you

you were facing another long day at work

you were working at a high end boutique in the city, and most of the customers were pretty famous

you were sitting behind the register, since it was a rather slow day

you had no idea how wrong you were

Jongin finally had some time to himself

he decided he was going to go out for the day, to take some time to think, and maybe get his familiar some exercise

he was taking a nice jog when he heard it

some fans gasping

they had recognized him

after hearing the squeals, he decided to make a run for it

he started running at a full sprint, his familiar appearing just before him

it ran ahead, taking different twists and turns, and so Jongin followed, knowing that it could lead him to safety

you were heading to the store room when your familiar appeared, running in excited circles around you before darting out into the store

you darted out behind them, knowing that if they were appearing there must be a reason for it

you ran out of the store room right as Jongin ran through the doors

“Can I hide in here for a bit?” he asked you, completely out of breath

“What’s going on?” you asked in return

“People...following me...have to hid...” he managed to get out

that’s when you heard the excited squeals and chatter close by

“Fine, you can hide in the store room. Come on,” you guided him to the back of the store

you got him situated in the store room, you went back out into the store to see if anyone had noticed

you watched as a big group of people walked by the store, whispering that they had seen Kai from EXO

you realized that the person who ran into your store was probably him

you continued to watch them walk past, waiting for a few moments after they disappeared to make sure they were good and gone

your familiar ran in circles around your legs, barking up a storm

meanwhile Jongin was sitting in the back room trying to keep his own familiar quiet

your familiar started to run to the store room, so you followed it, knowing that it was probably going there for a reason

Jongin stood up when he saw you walk in, his familiar tucked into his arms to keep them calm

his familiar wriggled out of his arms and ran at yours, the both of you crying out in an attempt to stop something from happening

but neither of you expected what happened next

they darted at each other, but never collided

instead, as they met, a bright light erupted from both of them, causing you both to look away so you wouldn’t be blinded

when the light faded, you looked back to where your familiars used to be

now, there sat one small brown poodle, as alive as it could be

“wait, what just happened,” you asked, totally confused

“did our familiars just...combine?” the guy questioned

“only one way to find out,” you asked

you bent down and called over the small brown poodle

it came trotting over happily to you, letting you look at the collar that now rested on its neck

sure enough, on either side of the tag, was a name

on one side was the name you used for your familiar, and the other side must have been the other familiar’s name

“Its...real...” you spoke

“does that mean...we’re soulmates?” he asked you

“I think so...” you trailed off “You wouldn’t happen to be ‘Kai from EXO’ would you?”

you saw his body tense up nervously, and you could tell he was thinking about the people from earlier

“I’m just asking because the people from earlier were saying that they saw you..."

you saw him relax a bit before he answered

“Yes, but my real name is Jongin,” he told you.

“(Y/N),” you introduced in return. “I guess I kind of listen to EXO because of the store playlist. It’s very good.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” he smiled at you

the dog at your feet barked, attempting to get your attention

you watched as Jongin scooped it up and cuddled it lovingly

“we already have so many animals in the dorm...” you heard him mutter

“I can take them if you want. We can trade off as well. We are soulmate’s after all. The dog is both of our responsibilities,” you offered

you saw his eyes light up before he gently handed the dog over to you

“you are a life saver,” he told you

“well, what are soulmates for?” you asked rhetorically

“I guess you’re right,” he replied. “Is it cool if I hang out here for a while? I just want to make sure that they don’t come back.”

“Are you sure its not just because you want to stay with me?” you joked

“Well, that’s also part of it,” he smirked rip you

you giggled at him before nodding

“Yeah, you can stay here for a bit. It’s a slow day anyway. I’ll order some food and stuff in case you’re hungry.”

in that moment, you heard his stomach grumbling, confirming your suspicions

“that would be wonderful thank you,” he spoke awkwardly

you smiled and let out a chuckle before pulling out your phone to order something for you to eat

you stood at the counter, enjoying your meal and keeping an eye out

while Jongin sat on the floor behind the counter, away from any prying eyes, the sweet lil poodle falling asleep in his lap

the two of you talked as you ate, using his time hiding to try and get to know each other

you could feel yourself falling for him every moment you spent together

eventually, it started to become dark outside, and you realized how long the two of you had been talking

you told him that you had to start closing up the store, and you saw a look of sadness flicker on his face

Jongin wasn’t ready to leave you quite yet

you were one of the first people to get to know him as himself, not just him as an idol

he didn’t want this moment to end

you noticed the small look of disappointment and knew you had to reassure him

“I’ll tell you what. Next time you are free, text me. I don’t care if its in the middle of the night or the middle in the afternoon. We can meet up,” you picked up the lil pupper off the floor, “and both of us will be there as soon as we can.”

“Are you sure? I’m pretty busy...” he asked you

“Yes. I’m sure. We’re soulmates, remember? Whenever you’re up for it. We’ll make it work,” you looked at the dog, “won’t we?”

the both of you chuckled as the lil poodle barked in response

you locked up the store, and the two of you stood outside for a moment, the poodle still resting in your arms

“I’ll see you soon,” he smiled at you before going to pet the dog once more. “You too, little one.”

“Whenever you want, just give us a call,” you reassured him

he nodded at you, before turning and walking in the opposite direction

you watched him walk away, your heart breaking a bit to watch him leave so soon

you heard the pupper whimpering in your arms and you smiled down softly at it

“I know, I miss him already too,” you spoke softly as you began your walk back home

while Jongin walked back to the dorm, he got a text from Kyungsoo

“Where are you? You have been out for a while”

Jongin smiled, thinking back to the events from today

“I’m on my way back. I met my soulmate”

he sent the text back to Kyungsoo and continued to walk, this time with a bit of a bounce in his step

he didn’t even care when he felt his phone begin to blow up with notifications

even though the two of you no longer had your familiars, you had something better

you had each other

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twenty facts about me thing

@cosmicfalls IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THIS IM SORRY BUT UM

1. when i was seven a boy punched me in the gut on the dare and i looked him dead in the eye and said ’you thought you could hurt ME???’ and he looked super freaked out which was good but i went to cry in the girls bathroom for like two hours so that kinda ruined the vibe i think

2. IM SCARED OF RABBITS!! like. super scared because once my science teacher was like ‘rabbits have two sets of teeth and can easily rip off a chunk of your flesh’ i will never set a hand on a rabbit.

3. in relation to that thing above ive never eaten a mushroom bc i saw on an animal planet documentary that some mushrooms are poisonous and i convinced myself ALL mushrooms are poisonous and id rather be safe than sorry.

4. i was born on a holiday and whenever i see street dances outside i like too… pretend theyre for me nfnrurnk

5. i met my half brother for the first time last year! he is the first of my siblings i was able to meet! i got so flustered about meeting him i showed him my Bone Collection.

6. i used to feed stray dogs, like, a lot. if go to a restaurant i would sneak bread and pholourie under my clothes to give to them, and i would take like, leftover rice and meat if we were at home to feed them. at one point this… big brown mutt with matted fur and bald spots followed me to my aunts house and we decided to keep her since she already had like three tiny dogs and she wanted a big one. her name is princess.

7. in response to the above my aunt told me ‘you just really have a heart for pathetic creatures’ which makes sense, i am also pathetic.

8. uhh everyone knows this but i got a snake tooth stuck in my hand for a year and manually ripped it out because wanted to get a pet rat.

9. i did not get a pet rat that year but one of the kids in school went up to me at the start of school and handed me a flea infested squirrel in a butterfly case and was like ‘youre good with animals right?? fix this one?’ me and the science teacher got rid of the fleas but the lil fucker tore up my arms and i can say with full confidence that squirrels are Awful Pets. i do not recommend.

10. my irl nickname sporty is because my given name miada looks like miata, which is a sports car. my favorite science teacher was like ‘miada?? like, miata? can i call you sporty?’ i didnt know what he was talking about and assumed the ‘sporty’ nickname was because i was on the wrestling team. then suddenly everyone was like ‘wow sporty, i cant believe you were named after a car.’ i got that nickname when i was nine.

11. when i was fivei lived in florida for while and my mom was always like ‘look out for all these jumbies!! jumbies eat bad kids who dont listen!’ and at random times she or one of the other people living with us would go ‘a jumbie is coming!’ and i would curl up into a ball and cover my ears and hold my breath bc. Fear. my most vivid memory was going to school with her boyfriend and he suddenly closed the door on us and went ‘shhh… its a jumbie….’ and he went outside to talk to it. after he was done and we where going down the steps i noticed like.. dark green thingys (mulch most likely) trailing away and i did not sleep that night.

12. when i was younger i had this cool car bed that had this storage thing in the front where i kept toys and i would take everything out it when i felt bad and lay down in it. it was orange and always really cool and i took nice in it. i had to give it away at one point so i either slept in the closet or under the bed me and my mom shared.

13. i thought everyone was my friend growing up i would wave to strangers n cops on the street n shit n once i went to a parent teacher conference and the teacher was like ‘your kid has a lot of friends’ and i was like ‘YEAH!! everyones my friend! youre my friend too!’ and she was like ‘im your teacher.’ and i said ‘but youre my friend too!! everyone is my friend’ and her exact face to my response was :/

14. this is embarrassing but i got into anime when i was like six or something bc??? cn would should stuff like naruto and inuyasha and prince of tennis when i got home from school and my mom really liked inuyasha and naruto so she and her friend and her daughter would shit down and watch it with us and… that made me really happy because it was something everyone would enjoy.

15. i broke my ribs reall bad one once and was like. ‘HAH… JUST SOME BROKEN RIBS… WHAT AM I GONNA DO??? CRY ABOUT IT??’ but it was awful i didnt know how to feel better so i just. drank water. jugs and jugs of water which made me feel worse bc i got overhydration headaches and i need to pee a lot and i filled myself up with so much water that if i ate i would not keep anything in. for the next three years i refused to drink water i survived off of soft drinks and apple juice and milk.

16. i drank orange juice for the first time when i was twelve bc i refused to to think anything was better than apple juice. my favorite juice is orange juice.

17. i hated cats at one point wtf was wrong with me.

18. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh at one point my uncle found this newborn puupy or something and i made it my Mission to take care of that thing. her name is cinderella and princess fucking hated her.

19. I CAN PURR!!! LIKE MAKE MY THROAT VIBRATE N SHIT. it freaks the fuck out of my friends its hilarious??? i learned how when i got my first cat bc i thought itd help me understand him better.

20. i carry band aids and spare shoelaces with me always!!

um. ehhh… i tag @betanyagito @loveaddictions @nyanth @magiorb @digidayo @hanabira @yaaichi aND WHOEVER ELSE WANTS TO DO THIS I GUESS

#mbbbaf #this is so late i'm sorry #you dont have to if you dont want to but you know

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