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[jo1ynesgf]

i am truly being tested this week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[greenorangevioletgrass]

i’m almost scared to ask because this song kills me but i just need to read this fic for blurb week- chemtrails by lizzy mcalpine?

bro i gotta admit... this is killing me too. i cried basically the whole time im writing this, but i hope you like it bc im pretty happy with how it turned out. also! the music here is extra special bc i sang and played it myself <333

warnings: fluff, grief, this is very goose and rooster-centric, im just a big ball of mush guys <3

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“Man, I forgot how nice it is out here.” Rooster leans back, hands propping himself up as he sits cross-legged on the fresh green grass. The clear blue sky sprawling over his head. Maybe it’s the peace and quiet, maybe it's the fresh air, but this is one of the few places where he can actually…

Breathe.

“We’re nearly packed up now. Found this nice place in San Clemente with a nice deck out, maybe even a fire pit —you’re gonna love it,” he chuckles, resigning with the fact that he’s excited about the stereotypically dad stuff now, like decks and barbecues. 

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a drive to North Island, but we wanted a place somewhere in between there and LA.” It was an extensive discussion to say the least. You work in completely different fields with equally grueling and unusual hours —if not days, or weeks, or months. “I thought maybe we should keep our own places, so she can be close to her work and I can be near base, but… I don’t think I’d want it any other way?”

He’s already away from you so much. What’s an extra hour-and-a-half drive if it means he can crawl into bed and fall asleep in your arms? He wouldn’t want it any other way.

Not when it comes to you.

“She’s great, by the way,” he perks up immediately at the thought of you. “She does these musicals that Mom liked, and actions and all these cool stuff —I’ve even taken her flying for one of her movies. She’s, uh…”

How does he even begin to describe you? How you put all your might into your work —whether it’s Top Gun or a romance with one other actor and a piano— without any pretense, emotions running high and mind going a mile a minute at work —a delicate art of letting go and reigning it back in—, and then come home and just be… human with him. 

Kind, caring, funny, imperfect, human.

“She’s pretty badass,” he smiles a little. His hand picks at the grass under his palm, suddenly nervous about what he’s about to say next. “I think she might be it.”

He doesn’t know why he’s saying it. For celebration, having made a very big, grownup step in his life? For comfort, because he doesn’t admit it to anyone (not even to himself) but he’s so scared he’s nowhere near grown enough to do this? Maybe for reassurance, because he so wants it to be true.

The earth below him is warm. Steady. The grass layers as a soft place for his hands to land. For his body to ground. White clouds paint the sky in an array of lines. A gentle breeze sweeps across his face, and the trees nearby whisper in rustles, and Rooster swears he almost hears it.

And so he asks.

“Talk to me, Dad.”

******

His childhood home, a modest two-bedroom with white-paneled front, sits on a quiet street in the suburbs of Virginia Beach. The maple tree out front has cuts and carvings on its trunk from when Rooster got into throwing knives (a hobby his mom had an ulcer over), and a broken branch from when he installed a makeshift swing and tried to get himself and two other friends swinging on it back in 8th grade. He hears the piano playing as he walks up the steps —the old, secondhand upright that’s a little out of tune now.

The sight he finds upon opening the door isn’t surprising —you sat on the bench, fingers working the piano keys, phone propped on the music stand— but his heart catches anyway.

“Still think we should keep it?” he pats the flat surface on the top, leaving his keys and his sunglasses there.

“Oh, definitely. This baby…” you thoughtfully stroke the lacquered wood finish, “She’s a gem. Nothing a little tuning can’t fix.”

He kisses the top of your head and sits next to you. Both of you know there’s nothing special about this piano in particular. Not when it comes to its sound or feel or anything taken into consideration for an instrument.

It just happens to be his dad’s first (and only) big purchase for the house.

“Hey, uh…” you pipe up gingerly, “I wrote something for you. May I…?”

You may be a lot of things, but shy isn’t one of them. At least not with him. He just throws you a funny look. “Babe, of course. What—”

“Okay.” With that you shift into a straighter position, fingers hovering just above the ivories. You’re quiet —hesitant, almost— before you play the first line. Pressing just one key at a time. 

“I see chemtrails in the sky, but I don’t see the plane.”

Rooster’s breath catches in his throat.

“I know the feeling, but I don’t know the name.”

A simple melody, floating like a question, and he doesn’t understand how you could explain it before than he himself does.

“I still play with my food, and then I… throw it away.” 

An admission so simple, it almost sounds childlike. You pause for a moment, and he squeezes your knee in reassurance. For you and for himself. 

“It’s so hard to believe I had to grow up this way.”

The piano picks up, a simple sustained pattern, and he can hear you try to keep the emotions in your voice at bay. A valiant effort that even he fails to do at the moment.

I moved out and I made some new friends

Sometimes when I shout it feels like no one hears it

And there are some days when I that somewhere you’re watching

As I grow up without you

I miss it, I miss you.

Rooster collapses his head on your shoulder, and kisses you there in thanks. For understanding. For seeing right through him and communicating it in the exact way that he would understand.

For letting him know that his dad’s listening.

The childhood home, now bare —save for stacks of moving boxes and an old upright piano in one corner of the living room— sits quietly in the suburbs of Virginia Beach. The boy who grew up there is taller now. Older. Smarter, wiser —or so he hopes. A spitting image of his father —and yet, everything he wasn’t.

Angrier. Older. Carrying a bigger chip on his shoulder.

And yet… maybe, hopefully, he’ll hold up just fine.

“Are you okay?” your hand slips into his, so easily and effortlessly that it just feels like it’s where it should be.

“Yeah,” he answers, heady and dazed. He brings up your intertwined hands to his lips, and presses a kiss there. “I love you so much, you know that?”

“I think I might’ve had a clue or two?” your voice, bright and laced with humor, rings almost out of place in the solemn stillness of this house. This moment.

But it’s not. It falls perfectly in place as life breathes back in, a familiar little laughter shared between the two of you. Warmth in the face of grief and hurt and loss.

He straightens up and takes a good look at you. He’s not sure why, but at the moment, it feels right. And as it falls out of his lips, he doesn’t feel an ounce of regret.

“Will you marry me?”

And he’s not sure whether he should be more surprised by his question, or the fact that you answer so easily, so surely, so matter-of-factly. “Roo… Of course.”

“Yeah?”

You nod.

“I haven’t even got a ring yet.”

“That’s fine. We can always get it later.”

“I’ll get it, not you,” he corrects firmly, and it makes you laugh. It’s the most beautiful sound he’ll ever hear, and he finally pulls you in for a proper kiss. It’s not planned, it’s far from perfect, but he wouldn’t ever have it any other way.

[shurisneakers]

harmless (ii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, stealing cultural landmarks, frustrated bucky

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: made a header 4 this fic but i couldn’t take it seriously enough <3 

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! it’s always fun to hear from y’all. 

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

It’s roughly a week before he sees you next.

Right on time too, according to the briefings he had received. Once a week you’d come up with your next batshit crazy idea and someone would be sent to make sure you didn’t execute it.

It was more of a babysitting gig than anything. Most people would do one, maybe two assignments before asking to not be sent again. 

He was not most people. He volunteers to go again. His afternoon is relatively free and he’s bored. 

Also, and more importantly, he needs to get out of the house before Sam finds out what he did.

“You’ll find her near the Statue of Liberty.”

“How do we know?”

“Oh, she tells us.”

“...she tells us where to find her?”

“Most times, yes. She says it’s time efficient.”

Absurd. He thinks you’re absurd.

Bucky finds you in line to board the ferry. You’re dressed to the nines like an obnoxious tourist, even though you were a local, topped with binoculars and a bucket hat. 

On an unrelated note, he thinks that maybe the mission today is to kill you for daring to wear sandals with socks like a suburban dad. A shudder runs through his body when he sees it.  

He’s wearing all black and a baseball cap. Somehow he’s standing out more than you are.

He boards the ferry behind you, keeping a close eye on all your movements. You take your place near the railing, a seat near the front of the boat. 

His phone rings. He answers it, expecting Sam to screech at him for painting Redwing neon pink again. He should have known it was coming after he shoved Bucky off the quinjet before he had time to strap his parachute on properly. 

“I thought I told you to bring a cape.” 

He quickly looks up at you but you’re not facing him. You have your phone held up to your ear, however.

“How did you get this number?” he asks icily.

“I knew you’d show up again.” Your head tilts to look at the statue in the distance. “Also, thanks for the door money, but I’m not sure I appreciate how you think the least creepy way to give someone money is to drop it off anonymously at their doorstep.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He swiftly gets up, stalking over to where you’re sitting. He was advised not to do anything aggressive. Advised was a flexible word. 

“Because I wasn’t going to answer it.” You look up at his figure looming over you. “Oh, hey.”

The phone is still pressed to the side of your face even though he’s right beside you. He cuts the call, shoving it back into his pocket.

“Allow me to introduce my pl-”

“What are you doing here?” He cuts to the chase. 

You send him a glare. “I was going to say it before you told me to. And sit down before everyone thinks you’re going to kill me.”

“Why are you going there?” He doesn’t have time for this, he thinks. He has important things to do. Like watching the reruns of Masterchef Junior. 

He sits in the seat beside you.

“Look at us.” You grin at him. “Me with the evilest outfit I could think of, you with your... Addams Family cosplay. We’re like, two peas in a po-”

“Start explaining,” he interjects. 

You roll your eyes. “I’m going to shrink the Statue of Liberty and use it as a keychain.”

“What?” It’s probably the most benign plan he’s ever heard in his life.

“I’m kidding.” Oh, good. “I’m not using it as a keychain, I’m taking it to class.” Nevermind. 

“What?” He finds himself repeating his previous question.

“I’m shrinking all the statues I can find. I want to use it in my classroom to teach the kids.”

“You’re... a teacher?” He blinks.

“You got a problem with that?” You look offended, to say the least. 

“No.” It’s not what he would peg your occupation as. He didn’t think you had one at all. “How are you planning on shrinking it?”

You rummage through the ugliest fanny pack he has ever had the misfortune of seeing. You pull out a small ring box, complete with a bow tied neatly on top. 

“I was saving this for our third anniversary, but-” you offer him a nervous laugh.

His stony expression doesn’t change, not even a blink. 

“Fine, Jesus, you’re no fun,” you huff, dropping the emotional act when he doesn’t look amused. 

You flip open the lid. Inside there are a few small disks. It looks familiar, he realises.

“Your friend Ant-Boy didn’t file a patent, so I just took his whole shtick.” He wants to defend Scott’s honour; it’s Ant-Man not boy. He doesn’t. He’s too transfixed on what you have in your hand.

“Pym particles.”

“The diet version.” You pick up one of them carefully. “A ripoff, but effective. Just gotta attach it to the thing I want to shrink and give it a few minutes.”

“You’re going to steal the Statue of Liberty,” he says, frankly a little taken aback that you were serious.

“Would you relax? I’ll put it back.”

“That’s not the point,” he damn near exclaims. “You can’t take away the Statue of Liberty just because you feel like it.”

“I literally can.” You point to the chips in your hand. “That’s the point of this, keep up.”

He feels exasperated. He didn’t sign up for this when he became an Avenger.

“Give me the box.” He makes a grab for it but you yank it away from his reach.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

“I don’t have time for this.” His reruns would begin in an hour.

“That’s my problem, because...” you trail off. 

He rolls his eyes, makes a grab at the box again. His tactic is different this time. He stealthily pins one of your arms down so that you’re basically incapacitated.

“Hey! Stop that.” You fumble against his reach, shoving him with your elbow.

“Just give me the thing and we can all go home for the day,” he huffs, unfazed by your squirming.

“No! Over my dead bod-” 

He doesn’t immediately notice what goes wrong in the scuffle. 

Until you look at the ground near your feet. A disk lay there, undisturbed.

“Is that-” All of a sudden, either he’s getting taller or the ceiling of the boat is getting lower.

“Oops,” you say, not remorseful in the slightest. 

“Are we going to-”

“I’d give it five minutes max.” 

Great. He was stuck on a boat that was beginning to shrink. The other passengers were either oblivious or ignorant to seats that were starting to become too small for them, but Bucky’s heightened senses and extreme reflexes made it hard to skip.

He nudges the piece of tech with his foot. Maybe he can kick it off the boat.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you warn solemnly. He wants to disagree but doesn’t know enough about the device to dispute you. 

“Fix this,” he hisses, panic slightly rising. His fingers find their way to his phone to send out an emergency text requesting backup and mass evacuation. 

“I think it’s a rather lovely day for a swim, don’t you?” You stare dreamily at the waves that were inching closer up the boat. 

Or you were inching closer to the water. Technicalities were frivolous. 

“There are other people on this boat.”

“River’s big enough for all of us, I reckon.”

“Fix it.” 

“Or what?” There’s a wicked gleam in your eye. “We both know I have the upper hand here.”

“Or I call the entirety of the Avengers here and haul your ass to prison.”

“Will they bring snacks?”

You’re insufferable. You know it. But you also are the fastest way to get out of this situation and right now, he didn’t want to be responsible for a shipwreck simulation. 

“Fine. Tell me what you want.”

“I like soy chips.”

“Soy chi-” He nearly throws his hands up in frustration. “You know what I’m talking about.” 

“I want one historical artifact so I can impress the kids. They think I’m the cool teacher and I want to keep that reputation alive.”

“What makes you think I can arrange for that?”

“You’ve been alive since goddamn dinosaurs roamed this earth, I’m sure you have some connections.” You pause to assess his face. “You know, you don’t look a day over 29. Dermatologists must hate yo-”

“I’ll get you an artifact, now fix the fuckin’ boat.”

“You promise?” You grin brightly. 

He stares at you. You are unyielding. 

The boat’s uncomfortably small and people are beginning to take notice. Worried murmurs fill the air behind him.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” You shrug simply.

You kneel over, picking up the chip from the ground. You do nothing else for two minutes, instead turning away from him to look at the Statue of Liberty that was coming closer.

It takes him a while to realise that half his body isn’t hanging off his chair anymore. The ceiling is moving further and further away from the top of his head. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He wants to strangle you. 

Why did he listen to you when all of this would have been over the minute he kicked it off the ship. 

“You can drop it off at my lair on Monday and pick it up on Friday.” You gather your belongings, leaving him steaming behind you. “Nice talkin’ to ya, Sergeant.” 

You step over him, flashing him a quick smile before walking off the boat with the rest of the tourists as if nothing had just taken place. When he looks down, the stupid ring box is on his lap.

He sits there, unmoving, eyes fixed on the container.

The ferry conductor asks if he’s going to get off the boat. 

He simply shakes his head.

Next part

[fruitcoops]

If you’re up for more of a series could you possibly write the part of Remus recovering at home after leaving the game (the one with the stick to the face) and Sirius having to take care of him and all that?

Yes, I can! I’m so glad you guys are enjoying the continuation of something I wrote so long ago <3 Side note: I would give my left foot to be part of the Lions groupchat. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bruises and blood

Sirius was worried. Even though Remus claimed he felt fine, he was just fine, everything was fine, a small seed of doubt lingered in the back of his mind. He had dozed off in the car on the way home—Sirius’ heart had stuttered for a moment before the swelling-enhanced snores started. His phone lit up every few seconds, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the road for even a millisecond, just in case.

Remus woke when the car stopped and immediately winced. “What’s wrong?” Sirius asked, taking the hand that rested on his thigh.

“Just hurts.” Remus kissed his knuckles as best he could. His skin felt strange, and the edge of the tape was an unfamiliar sensation next to the softness of his lips. Sirius collected their gear from the trunk, then helped him up the front steps; just as he went to unlock the door, he felt Remus’ hand tighten on his forearm. “I hate not being able to see well.”

Sirius kissed his temple. “That’s what you’ve got me for.”

Hattie stopped in her tracks as soon as the door opened, and Remus frowned. “Hatters? Where are you, sweet girl?”

“She’s here.” Sirius whistled for her and crouched, setting their bags aside while Remus sat crosslegged on the floor and held his arms out. Hattie’s tail wagged low, almost as if she was afraid; she glanced up at Sirius, who tilted his head back toward Remus. “Go on, mon chou, he’s not going to break.”

“C’mere,” Remus said softly, shifting in her direction. “C’mere, babycakes. I need some cuddles right now—there we go. Okay, Hat Trick, okay.”

Sirius carefully closed the door as Hattie climbed into Remus’ lap and let him hug her, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Good girl,” Sirius said softly. A quiet sniffle led to a flinch. “Re? What’s wrong?”

“I fucking love our dog.” His voice sounded even more clogged than before.

“Are you alright?”

“It really hurts.” A shuddering breath made Hattie nuzzled closer. “Hey, good girl. I love you.”

Sirius sat down next to them and wrapped his arm around Remus’ shoulder, tracing a pattern with his thumb. “Deep breaths. You can take more Tylenol in a few hours. Let’s go get some ice, yeah?”

“Can I stay here with her?”

“Of course.” Sirius kissed the top of his head and gave Hattie a gentle pet before walking into the kitchen and grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer, as well as a towel to wrap it. The last thing Remus needed was a freezer-burned bruise. They were in the same position when he came back, though Remus raised his head from her thick fur when he heard him coming. “I’m going to put it on your face, okay?”

“Okay.” Remus sighed when the ice pressed against his eye and one hand came up to cradle Sirius’, running carefully down to his wrist. “Love you.”

“I love you, too. I was thinking about making some soup if you want to hang here for a bit.”

Remus nodded silently, though his lower lip wobbled in the one spot it wasn’t puffy. Sirius carefully transferred the ice pack to his hand and ran his thumbs over Remus’ cheekbones—usually they were sharp enough to cut glass, but now they were purple and overheated under his touch. He kissed each one before going back to the kitchen.

After grabbing some soup from the freezer and turning the stove on, he finally took his phone out. You Have: 20 New Messages

Message From: J ;)

Did you get home safe?

Call me when u can

Lil is worried ☹

Tell Re we send big hugs

 Message From: Tremz <3

Lmk when you get home

Leo is making soup for u

Bringing it over demain matin and won’t let us have any :(((

 Message From: Bliz

Nat sends her love for Re

Remember ice packs and NO IBUPROFEN DUMBASS

Ily

 Message From: Dumo

Sa mère est inquiète

Send text when home safe, love you

 Message From: Walkie Talkie :P

U okay? Sending lots of love

Lmk if you need soup or smth <3

 Message From: Hope <3

Thank you for the call honey <3

Tell Remus not to look at his phone and keep us updated please

Love you so much <3

 Message From: Baby Rookie

I’m bringing y’all soup and that’s a threat

NO IBUPROFEN OR I’LL TP UR HOUSE

Big hugs for Re <333

 Sirius laughed under his breath.

Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

Home safe. Re is fine, getting lots of cuddles from Hattie. Thanks for the messages.

 He sent a few more texts to the individual people and, after a quick conversation with Hope, stirred the soup until it began to bubble. Remus entered the kitchen a few seconds after he took two bowls out of the cupboard. “Smells good.”

“It does. Are the lights bugging you?”

“Nah. At least I can see.”

Sirius poured out two portions and set one in front of Remus, handing him a spoon as well. “Careful, it’s hot.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Can’t cook it cold.”

Sirius’ phone began to ping several times in rapid succession and he turned the ringer off quickly, checking the screen to make sure there wasn’t an emergency. “Leo’s bringing us soup in the morning.”

“Neat. Is everyone else okay?” Remus blew the steam off his spoon.

“The guys are all worried about you.” Sirius glanced back up, only to see Remus staring down at his soup bowl, frozen in place. “Re? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Is this my mom’s?” he asked in a small voice.

Sirius wracked his brain. “…I think so? It was in the freezer. Is that okay?”

He nodded silently and a tear dripped down his cheek. “ ‘s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He reached across the counter and pressed Remus’ hand between his own, wiping his cheek dry.

“God, I miss them. You called her, right? To let her know I’m fine?”

“I did. She told me to give you something.”

Remus’ eyebrows drew together and he looked up. “What?”

Sirius scooted around the table and wrapped his arms around Remus, pulling him in for a tight hug and pressing his face into his curls. “This.”

“Thank you.” Remus went a little boneless against him. “I needed that.”

“I bet. Do you want me to give them another call so you can talk to her?”

Remus squinted at the clock. “It’s pretty late.”

“They’re still awake.”

“Could we?” Remus dug around in his pocket and handed it to Sirius, who dialed Hope’s number and put it on speakerphone.

The call connected on the first ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, mom.”

“Are you okay, love?” Hope sounded like she was on the verge of tears already. “You sound a little funny.”

“A little banged up, but I’m alright.” Remus gripped Sirius’ hand tightly. “We heated up the soup you left us.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. Have you taken any Tylenol? Ibuprofen is bad for bruises, but I don’t know how much pain you’re in.” Her voice hitched at the end of the sentence.

“Mom, it’s okay,” Remus said gently. “It’s okay, I promise I’m fine. It looked worse than it was.”

Looks pretty bad to me. “Hestia took really good care of him,” Sirius said instead. “We got home safe and we’re icing up now.”

“What’s the healing look like? Sirius said you didn’t have a concussion.”

Thank you, Remus mouthed before turning back to the phone. “About two weeks, mostly for the little scrapes.”

The ‘little scrapes’ were held together by strips of medical tape, but once again, Sirius kept his thoughts to himself. “The blood was just a regular old nosebleed and a cut on the lip.”

Hope paused and they heard a new voice in the background. “Alright. Is it okay if Jules and your father say goodnight?”

“Yeah, totally.” Remus sniffled and Sirius silently handed him a tissue.

The line crackled for a moment. “Re?”

“Hey, buddy!” All trace of pain and exhaustion disappeared from his voice. “How’s it going?”

“Are you still bleeding?”

“Nope, my nose is a-okay. I’ve got a pretty cool black eye, though. Kinda look like a pirate.”

“The announcers were saying you were really hurt.” Jules’ voice wavered and Sirius’ heart broke a bit.

“Well, they were wrong.” Remus leaned closer to the phone, as if he could reach right through it. “In two weeks I’ll be good as new. I was really lucky.”

“Okay,” Jules still sounded unsure. “Mom says I have to go to bed.”

“Yeah, it’s late, buddy. Sleep well. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

There was a rustling noise. “Remus?”

“Hey, dad.” The exhaustion returned and Sirius rubbed his back gently, letting him lean on his shoulder.

After a moment of hesitation, Lyall sighed. “Alright, they’re in the other room. What actually happened?”

“High stick from the Ravens caught me in the face. No concussion, just bruises and swelling.”

“Do I want to ask Sirius to send me a picture?”

Remus winced. “Probably not.”

He sighed again. “I’m sorry we can’t come out and see you.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad,” Remus said softly. “Really, I’m okay. It sucks, it hurts, I’ll ice it and be fine.”

“Sirius, are you there?”

“I’m here.”

“If he starts pulling some ‘go back to practice early’ bullshit—”

“Dad—”

“—don’t let him. If you have to lock him in the bathroom, I promise to cover for you.”

“Yes, sir,” Sirius laughed.

Lyall chuckled on the other end as Remus groaned. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. If Sirius locks me in a bathroom, I’m citing you in the court case.”

“There won’t be enough witnesses if he does it right. Sleep well, kiddo. Thanks for calling.”

“Love you,” Remus said again as the call ended. He blew out a long breath and leaned his forehead on Sirius’ chest. “Thank you for that.”

“Ne rien, mon loup. You should eat and then take a shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?” Remus teased.

“Yes, I am. I also think you’ll feel better if you do.”

They ate in silence; both were hungry, so it wasn’t long before Remus walked carefully up the stairs. Sirius checked the groupchat as he poured himself a third bowl of soup. You Have: 7 New Messages.

Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

DETAILS CAP

That is the blandest fucking response I’ve ever read

I’m guessing y’all are alive then???

Y’all

Haha y’all

Ok gator boy

Give Hattie lots of kisses from us and also GIVE US DETAILS

 Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

What do you want to know??? We got home, ate soup, called parents, and now Re is showering

You’re so fucking nosy jfc

Also cut Rookie some slack it’s hard being so far from his swamp

 Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

From the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.

He doesn’t have to he has Remus

Pots I’m going to remove your kneecaps

 Sirius paused just before responding. Despite the quiet of the house, he couldn’t hear the shower running. “Re?”

“Up here.”

“Did you take a shower already?”

“Not yet.”

The bathroom door was ajar and the light was on when he entered their bedroom; Remus stood at the sink, staring into the mirror as he felt along the edges of the butterfly tape at his lip. “Did something happen?”

“It’s worse than I thought.” Sirius stepped inside and joined him, staring at their reflections. The stripes that marked the stick’s edges had turned almost indigo since they left the rink; no less than six pieces of tape decorated the places between mottled bruises. Remus reached up to touch his cheekbone and Sirius guided his hand back down.

“Poking it won’t help.”

“Two weeks, huh?”

“That’s what Hestia told me.”

“Will you help me get the tape off?”

Sirius patted the edge of the counter and Remus pushed himself up on it, leaning forward for easy access. The first one was easy—a small cut just below his brow. It slid away without an issue and Sirius pressed a gentle kiss to the spot, then moved on to the next one. They fell into a rhythm—one side, second side, slow pull, and a kiss, until only two were left.

Remus hissed in pain as he lifted the edge of the tape across the bridge of his nose and Sirius shushed him softly, moving to the other side. “Two more, sweetheart.”

“Just rip it off.”

Sirius gave him a look. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No, you won’t, because that would be a stupid idea.”

Remus huffed, but didn’t protest. His jaw ticked as Sirius pulled the last bit off. “Can we leave the lip one?”

“Not unless you want an infection.”

“You’d be a good PT.”

“I would be the worst PT.” Sirius worked the inner edge free. “I know, like, ten stretches and basic first aid. My bedside manner sucks, too, and I’d pass the fuck out if someone asked me to set a bone for them.”

“Good points all around,” Remus laughed.

The motion pulled the last of the tape off and Sirius held it up with a grin. “All done. Hey, your swelling is down. I can see your eyes now.”

The slight gleam of amber brightened as Remus smiled. “I thought I could see a little better.”

“Do you want company?”

Remus thought for a moment, prodding the cut on his lip with his tongue. “As much as I’d love to invite you in, I think I need a second to myself.”

“Cool.” Sirius kissed his cheek and stepped out of the bathroom. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll be in bed.”

He made a pit stop downstairs to gather Hattie and bring Remus’ ice pack up, and by the time he finally slid between the sheets it was nearly midnight. Remus came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking happier but still incredibly worn out. He took another Tylenol and snuggled up against Sirius’ side with a quiet hum, laying the ice pack over his face once again.

“Sleep tight, Re.”

“Love you.”

[lordseochangbin]

he’s back, for his princess ♔ ♕

description: you used to be the prettiest most popular girl back in high school when your boyfriend was around. but since he left for a music career, his enemies have bullied you. they’ve called theirs’ way too many times,,   until your boyfriend comes back– to claim you his once again. masterlist

a/n: wow i cant believe it. 1.2k followers?? thank you so much guys <333 

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you were sobbing under the covers when trinity ran into the room. “mel.. are you okay?! changbin said-”

you peeked a little from under the covers, after your phone sex your arousal was spread all over your blankets-- and you didn’t want to make that clear to your best friend. “changbin said you were hurt?”

you sighed deeply as she showcased her concern, “it’s alright trinity, we’ll talk about it in the am okay? i just wanna sleep right now, and you should get some sleep too” you smiled a little to show your appreciation, earning a smile back from her.

“alright then.. good night mel. youre making breakfast by the way”

“fineee” you grumbled as you covered your face with the cotton sheets. 

your mind lingered around other things however. you hadn’t talked to changbin in a week or so and he called you like that? he asked about your day, but as time went on it seemed like changbin did own you. he called you whenever he wanted, whenever he needed to. maybe wooyoung was right, you thought. maybe you were changbin’s little whore. your eyes filled with tears, slipping shut as your slowly put on your pajama shorts again, discomfort between your wetness and the material. he did show concern for you, but he seemed so far away. 

i miss changbin, you thought for the billionth time that day.

a week later, you woke up to your phone filled with calls from changbin. the quicker you declined, the more he called back.as the sunshine started the brighten through your window you woke up to make trinity breakfast once again- yes you were that grateful for saving you the other day- and packed your bags to leave. 

“leaving early?” trinity asked, forced to wipe her morning eyes because the sun. you unconsciously walked to the school building, but your thoughts were someplace elsewhere. even after class, till the afternoon, your mind was still thinking about changbin. what if he was just calling you for morning sex this time? maybe that’s why he was so desperate to call this morning. “little horny fucker” you cussed, kicking a pebble with so much angst it hit someone in the shin. 

“ouch!” wooyoung sarcastically said. “fiesty now, huh babygirl?” wooyoung was walking along with two girls, selena and bailey-- both used to be in love with changbin.

you stopped your tracks, simply walking around him before bumping into mingi. “where do you think youre going? off to changbin?” he laughed

“no..” you mumbled softly before he could grab your shoulders.

“what’s wrong now? its been two years since he left, you should just end it now hmm?” bailey suggested

“yeah love, facetime calls are no better than what you could be getting from us” wooyoung winked

“fucking disgusting” you spat into wooyoungs face, shoving him off to the side. mingi was quick to grab you, pushing you onto the floor like last time. 

“god, how could he be into such a stupid bitch like you?” selena said before you could feel her foot to your face. you fell on your back, your hands quickly meeting your face to take out the pain. 

with a huff, you got back on your two feet- pushing selena onto the ground. this was not something you wanted to do, however you felt the need to keep your pride. they were degrading you on the spot, and you felt like you had to something back.

wooyoung grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. “hey! apologize, you little whore. god- you take on so much for your boyfriend huh?”

“what’s so bad about that?” you heard a deep yet familiar voice ask. you looked up to see a dark figure unlatch your hand from wooyoung’s, pushing him off to the side. from the angle, the sun made his face dark, as if your lord(seochangbinhhahaha) and savior was standing with in front of you, the brightness of the sky surrounding his perfect features. 

“changbin-” you spoke breathless as he helped you up.

“now i swear to fucking god, one of you guys messes with my girl and i will find you, got it?” he spat onto mingi’s face before dragging you out of the scene. 

“ch-ch-CHANGBIN.” you panted, pulling on his arm for him to stop.

he turned around, quickly pulling you into his arms. “god, i missed you so much mel” (a/n: ok sorry i just imagined him saying my name and cried omg)

tears started to fall from your eyes as the print of wooyoungs grip on your hand started to carry feeling, but changbin’s comfort next to you was enough to make you feel better.

“shh...shh.. im here now baby. and im here to stay” you looked up at changbin in confusion, “but.. but stray ki-”

“they’re all going back to school, except for chan woojin and minho, but the rest will be coming here” he whispered. your eyes looked to his hand, full of bruises from the lack of rest.

“now let’s get you home, huh?” he whispered, only to hear you hum in response. the feeling of being in his arms quickly took over your mind, your voice left speechless, eyes focused on only him. it was crazy to think he was here now for you. but it was real, you could tell.

when you two got home the kitchen was filled with trinity’s cooking, minho holding her waist as she works around some food on the stove. 

“changbin.. mel youre back!!” trinity said, moving minho to the side making him pout. 

“we already caught you two” changbin laughed as trinity slapped minho’s chest.

“ouch! hey it’s not my fault they came early” minho said, clutching onto the spot where trinity hit him. 

after awhile of talking and setting up the table together, the four of you sat around the prepared food. much discussion went on about the band and their postive outcome before dinner was long gone.

“mel.. you should be jealous. changbin was all over me in front of the cameras” minho said, making you turn to changbin. minho hands met the table as he felt a sharp pain the shin.

“fuck-- why is everyone hurting me today?” you and trinity laughed together as changbin shot piercing eyes through minho’s skin. 

after awhile the table was relaxed, and you felt a hand on your thigh. 

it started out as a surprise, your hand on top of his as he gave your thigh a tight squeeze. but then it became more. your hands fell off his as he started to move his around more.. up your shirt... down your leg... on your heated core. you let out a small gasp as you felt his tease you, shooting him a quick glare before asking trinity if she needed help.

“with this? don’t worry about it. i have to put minho to work anyways” minho pouted as he started to grab plates and before you could reply changbin decided to interrupt you. 

“sounds good, we’re gonna go to her room” 

“changbin-” you gasped as he grabbed your hand, feeling yourself being dragged out of the room. 

“wait!” minho called before changbin could open your door, “should i turn on the tv, just in case your ‘snoring’ gets too loud?” he asked with a smirk

you turned around meeting eyes with trinity, herself trying not to laugh as he hugged minho from behind

“yeah” changbin replied, “make sure to keep your volume up” he smirked, making your jaw drop as he pulled you into the room and closed the door shut behind you.

immediatly you heard the tv turn on, the volume increasing before changbin could slam your back against the wall.

“you thought i wouldn’t have you tonight, huh?” changbin purred into your ear in a deep, stirring voice. 

you closed your eyes in quick pain, his hand on top of your wrist. his hand was on top of your wrist. and it hurt like hell. 

“a-are you okay? babe?” his mean eyes quickly softened as he let go of you, “did i do something?” he asked in a caring tone

“it’s just my wrist babe.. can you go soft on me today?” you asked, your head tilting to the side as he considered the question.

changbin gently grabbed your hand by the fingertips, giving your wrist a quick kiss before kissing your shoulder,, your collar bone,, your neck,, and finally your lips. 

your hummed into the kiss as he swiped his tongue under, dominance so hard yet soft as he picked you up and placed you on the bed 

“are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, his body hovering over yours

“i’m okay..” you said, wrapping your hands around his neck as his strong arms caged you. “now let me see just how much you missed me” you whispered

his eyes carried stars as he examined your face. fuck, how were you so beautiful? the way you hug him, the way you kiss him, the way you talk dirty to him. he gave you a peck on the lips before stripping the both of you off. 

“i missed this” he whispered, giving you another kiss as one hand started to massage your breasts. his thumb caressed them before pinching your nipple, making your eyes shut at the feeling. his other hand was quick to find your wet core, placing two digits inside as he moved inside you.

“so wet for me already... i love it” he said as small moans started to escape your lips. your body started to roll against his, the need for movement and less distance started to feel real as changbin used his strong arm to pull you closer to him.

slowly his hand left your chest to meet your ass, giving it a tight squeeze before using it as a relief as he watched your fuck his fingers on the spot. you started to whimper loudly realizing how much damage it would be once his fingers were replaced. once he was all in you. the thought made your core dripping yet as changbin started to mumble quick “i love you’s” onto your chest.

and in that moment your felt his member slid past your folds with no warning. he placed his lips on top of yours giving you the time to get used to the stretch before moving inside you.

“i- OH-love you” you yelped as he hit your g-spot. he was soft yet so quick as he thrusted into you, his hands on both your sides so he wouldn’t crush you on top of the bed. you watched as his grip on the comforter tightened, his veins popping as his eyes fluttered at the feeling of being inside you.

“baby it’s been too long.. im gonna cum” he said

“go faster binnie” you whispered, a hand grabbed his hair as he increased his pace

your mouth stayed open, moans and grunts leaving the both of you. the bed creaking, tv blasting to cover your noises from anyone outside of your room. but you couldn’t hear anything else. all you could hear was a quick yet loud groan before changbin’s warm cum could meet your pussy. 

“babe...?” he asked as you continued to thrust yourself against him, cumming oh so fine around his member.

“i know you said to be soft today..” he said, one hand off the bed to caress your flustered cheeks “but may i remind you of who your boyfriend is? i think you forgot while i was gone” 

your eyes started to tear as he left his cock inside you. what was this? he wasn’t calling you his whore? his fucktoy? his princess? you sighed in relief, wondering why you could ever believe that he was using you, especially after coming back.

“its you changbin. you’re the love of my life” you whispered before he could place you under the sheets.

he chuckled, happy that you still loved him-even after leaving you. “i love you baby” he said

“i love you too” he replied back, placing a kiss on your forehead before grabbing a towel to clean the both of you up.

[heyjoecyclist]

Short summary about my adventure in numbers

 This 333 km ( 207 miles) ride with 3635 metres (11926 feet) of total elevation within 19 hrs & 4 mins. of moving time with my extra weights (clothes, tools & equipment, 1st aid kit, food & drink, spare parts for my bike & so on) for this solo ride / tour & adventure on my 2nd lightest road bike, plus the climbing to Snowdon Peak instead of having some proper rest, break between my rides from Liverpool to Snowdon & back without sleep for 36 hrs was really challenging but also a fantastic experience! ^^ 😀

(The climbing / running & walking to Snowdon Peak from the bottom was only 6 km up & 7 km down (I chosen a little bit longer but easier track to go back) but I had to make some ascent (735 metres / 2411 feet) to up & ofc., after that I had to descent 735 m to back until the bottom. And the night ride from Snowdon back to Liverpool just started after that. 🙂 )

About my experience during this ride

 What was really interesting to me (kind of new experience), how much you can achieve, after you just decided (within only a second(!)) to make it. The power of our will.

Yes, I experienced this before but not so many times in a relatively smaller time interval as during this sleepless 36 hours. 🙂

I planned this route to ride approx. 6 months ago already but during winter & spring the weather was always totally awful to do outdoor sport for all day or when finally the weather wasn’t too bad, I had to do something else in my spare time. But now, last week the weather forecast was very promising plus I had enough spare time to do so. That’s where I already had to start to make some decision. Because on the morning before the start, when I woke up in my bed at 4 AM, the weather in Liverpool actually doesn’t really looked so great to be in the saddle for all day. It was a cloudy, dark, a little bit of windy & nearly rainy weather on this morning. Yep, I wasn’t quiet happy about this sad weather.

So, 1st I decided to wake up from my bed at 4 AM but I wasn’t sure then, I will really make it an all day ride. I just slowly woke up, made my coffee, my breakfast & so on. Before 5 AM then I made my final decision: “DAMMIT! I been waiting for this opportunity for too long already! I must try now or never!” I thought that & told for myself that & checked one last time bike, tyre pressure, the packs, etc.

 At 5:17 AM (21st of June, 2017) I started my ride finally from Liverpool. Of course as always, after a couple of minutes I had to realise again: if we make plan, pretty sure something will be happen to force us to make it another plan. Only this morning the Queens Tunnel was closed from the traffic (this tunnel is the only in Liverpool, where cyclist are allowed to go across under the River Mersey & only late & early hours, when the traffic is quiet, not so busy). So I had again a decision: find a new track or choose another destination & leave it Snowdonia for next time to discover.

Well, I found a new track, plus the weather was still cloudy but after a few hours was already pretty warm & after 9 AM was already quiet hot, plus some sunshine arrived as well finally. Also the wind stopped totally, so all in all my mood turned out well after 9 AM already & I was glad I continued my ride straight into Snowdonia.

And I arrived to the bottom of the Snowdon mountain around 6PM. It wasn’t a race but just a solo ride just for fun so I took much breaks & photos as was possible, since I 1st time visited Snowdonia! 🙂 My moving time was less than 9 hrs in he saddle but since it was a solo ride without any support, I had to carry a lots of clothes & tools, equipment & food & drink. Especially, I had to be sure I always have enough drink even in the middle of nowhere, since this day was for ages ago the hottest day in Snowdonia. Local people are just mentioned, told me when I met with them there in the villages & farms. I had to agree it was really hot, excellent weather to me for an all day adventure, all day of ride & climb. 🙂 So, after a break (I changes my shoes for climbing, etc.) I started to climb to the summit of Snowdon mountain at 6:21 PM & reached the top after 2 hrs. My moving time was only 1 hr & 21 mins. but yep, ofc., I took tons of pics during my climb, the views was stunning, landscape was so brilliant from the Snowdon mountain! 🙂

By the way, so far I had only once more a situation, where I had to make again a big decision:

I already rode in the saddle nearly 161 km on this 1st day and I was heading up to the Snowdon Peak but when I made already more than the half way to the summit, the weather suddenly changed: darker, bigger clouds & strong wind arrived with the smell of the rain. Also in the same time, I just met with a climber, who just came beck from the top & he is mentioned to me, probably some storm coming soon there. So, I had to decide to continue or stop my way to the summit & go back before the weather getting worst.

I chosen to do not stop but continue my way, since relatively i wasn’t too far from the summit already, plus I carried enough wind + waterproof clothes for this kind of situation. And yes, I just made it the right decision again, the weather again turned out well, when I just finally arrived to the top of the Snowdon mountain! 🙂  At 8:25PM I headed back to the bottom from the summit, the back way was a little bit less than 2hrs. Then I had a break again, I changed back my shoes for cycling & so on & I started then my night ride at 10:37PM from the bottom of the Snowdon mountain in the middle of nowhere, from the middle of the mountains of Snowdonia. 😀

To be honest, my ride didn’t go too easily between 2 AM & 4 AM, since I felt my self very sleepy but once I had the sunrise, I was OK-fine again. I had some bigger road closures not too far from Liverpool & some rainy weather also, plus I wasn’t able to reach in time to use with my road bike the Queens tunnel (bicycles only allowed to use this tunnel under the River Mersey during the nights until 6AM before the traffic getting busy as I mentioned before) so I had to reroute my track to home. I spent 10 hrs in the saddle to ride back to home & spent 13 hrs with the breaks together. So, I arrived to home on the next day (22nd of June) just before lunch time, before 12AM. Then I had to take a shower & eat, had to send message to my family members & close friends about I’m still alive, etc., so I went into my bed around 4PM. All in all I was very lucky with the weather & it was a great experience, amazing adventure, I been out to ride & climb for 31hrs & I was sleepless for 36 hrs! XD 😀

Just a short story before the pictures & YouTube video:

 I just stopped with my road bike at the Pen-y-grwyd Hotel for a short break just before I reached the bottom of Snowdon Peak & the road of Pen-y-Pass. It was great after almost the half-distance of my ride (approx. 161 km / 100+ miles) to have finally a half pint of cold beer (I drink alcohol very rarely, approx. every 4-8 months, so it’s means a lot, lol) & a large, big pot of coffee, 1st time after almost 12 hrs of short breaks & ride in the cracking, very hot weather.

 This lovely, little hotel in the middle of nowhere also included an also little (but also lovely & cosy) pub where I met with some tourists & also with some local people too. One of the local gentleman asked me about “Where did you come from?” (after, when he came out to the front of the hotel into the garden & seen my bike with my packs) & I told to him: “I rode here on my bike from Liverpool. I just started to ride here on the morning & I go back tonight after I climbed this great & popular Snowdon Peak here. :)”

Then he told me: “Oh, & they say British people are crazy. :)” He told me in totally neutral tone but in the same time he had a little smile on his face. Then we just enjoyed the weather & had a very little chat about where he came from & where I came from originally & this kind of things & so on.

Before he went back into the pub in the hotel, he is also asked me: “Do you like British beers?” Well, I don’t have any problem with most of the British beers, especially if it’s nice cold & I’m thirsty already. So I answered: “Yes, sure.” Then he just went back straight to his friends & from the front door he is already started to tell to his friends: “Hey, this guy came here from Hungary, just to have some British beer!” Well, my summary about local people in Snowdonia (Wales): they are maybe a little bit odd but probably that’s why I liked them! 😀 By the way in England also they, the Welsh people are the only one who still use their own languages, the Welsh language (Cymraeg) so far as I know. It’s also reminded me to Scotland, where everything is still written both in English & in Gaelic (Scottish language) too just like in Wales, where everything is both written in English & in Welsh too.

And now let me show my 31 hrs of adventure via my YouTube video, enjoy!^

2 days off: 36 hrs without sleep, 31 hrs cycling & climbing from Liverpool

to Snowdon Peak & back

Also my adventure in a few pics:

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My 31 hrs adventure also on STRAVA:

https://www.strava.com/activities/1050388892 – Part 1 My ride from Liverpool into Snowdonia (From the biggest city of Merseyside into the greatest mountains of Wales) until the bottom of the Snowdon Peak. 160km with 2000m total elevation. https://www.strava.com/activities/1050389480 – Part 2 My run & walk (climb) from the bottom of the Snowdon mountain (1085m) until the summit. Only 6km but had to climb 735m. https://www.strava.com/activities/1050390225 – Part 3 My run & walk back from the summit to the bottom of Snowdon mountain (the highest mountains of Wales & England). https://www.strava.com/activities/1050394124 – Part 4 Night ride back to home from the bottom of the Snowdon mountain to Liverpool. 172km with 1624m of total elevation.

My 31 hrs adventure on RELIVE:

https://www.relive.cc/view/1050388892 – Part 1 https://www.relive.cc/view/1050394124 – Part 2 https://www.relive.cc/view/1050389480 #3 https://www.relive.cc/view/1050390225 #4

More about RELIVE:

https://heyjoecyclist.com/2017/06/01/high-tech-base-part-2-now-you-can-relive-your-epic-runs-relive-makes-freaking-awesome-video-recaps-of-your-bike-rides-now-also-about-your-runs-on-3d-map-for-free/

You can find me:  https://heyjoecyclist.com/ https://www.strava.com/athletes/6667997 https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLyaxWOw0XkZ0gDbQNQBrve0X-hokolql4 https://www.facebook.com/cyclistheyjoe/ https://twitter.com/HeyJoeHUN https://heyjoecyclist.tumblr.com/ https://uk.pinterest.com/CyclistHeyJoe/ https://www.reddit.com/user/hedzsoooAkaHeyjoe/

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2 days off meant: 36 hrs without sleep, 31 hrs cycling & climbing with breaks from Liverpool 2 Snowdon Peak & back – Summary, YouTube video & pics Short summary about my adventure in numbers  This 333 km ( 207 miles) ride with 3635 metres…