#'they brought upgrades? more like fucking downgrades.'

[skitskatdacat63]

2023 United States Grand Prix - Sprint - Fernando Alonso

[leclerc-verstappen]

I really wanna know what the fuck ferrari did to this damn formula post monaco????? The upgrades they brought were more like downgrades?? Even Haas is better atm..

[tigerseye46]

Some peachpigshiping with B6/13/58/60 and C30/41/60, please?

B6. “What if I told you that there’s a surprise for you outside?” B13. “I’m not the person you want in your life.” “Yes you are.” B58. “You look amazing.” B60. “I’ll continue doing this until you smile.” C30. “I love you, but I wish I didn’t.” C41. “Fuck you! Get out of my house!” C60. “Oh, now my opinion matters? I wish we had never met!”

I had fun with this one, here's some jealous Pigsy content!

Pigsy watches carefully as the two disguised monkeys interact with each other. Wukong says something snarky that the pig can barely catch, Macaque stutters and blushes then the king’s hand goes up to his mouth as he lets out a laugh. The scene makes Pigsy’s hand clench around the spoon he’s holding, tempted to throw it in between them.

Macaque has been around them for months, forced by MK and Wukong to join the group. At first the shadow monkey obviously loathed the idea at first, citing that being around the group was a fate worse than death, but he had gradually warmed up and repaired his relationship with Wukong.

Now the two monkeys were side by side most of the time, rarely did Pigsy see them alone together and he hated it with a burning passion.

He told Wukong that it was a bad idea to bring that monkey in and despite the fact that Macaque has changed, he still didn’t trust him. In fact, he wanted to murder that monkey when he had learned what he did to Xiaotian. That monkey could betray them at any moment! No way was he letting his guard down.

Although, he would be lying if the kid was the only reason he refused to trust Macaque. Wukong was his main reason. He had fallen hard for the king months before the other monkey had shown up.

They clashed for a long time, mostly due to Pigsy’s anger, before they were able to reach an understanding. He found things about the king that made his heart flutter, how beautiful poetic verses would slip out of his lips, how he was surprisingly thoughtful at times, his care for those around him, his determination and so many many things that showed why Wukong was so amazing, why he was so beloved.

But unlike most people, he saw Wukong, not just as a hero, but as a person.

He really likes the king and all he wants is the feelings to be returned.

The pig is brought back to reality when he hears more laughter, he lets out a sigh and furrows his brows.

Tang taps him on the arm. “Pigsy.”

He stares at the scholar. “What?” He hisses under his breath.

Tang giggles and comments, “If looks could kill, those two would be dead by now. Although, I’m sure Macaque is your intended target.”

“What are ya talkin’ about?”

The scholar places an elbow on the table, a hand underneath his chin as he gives a wide smirk. “That you like Wukong.”

He stomps his feet. “I do not! Shaddup, Tang.” He’s already told Tang about his feelings in private but no way is he letting Wukong overhear.

“You do,” Tang teases in a sing-songy voice.

“Quiet! They could hear!”

“Hear what?” Wukong questions as they walk up to them. Beside him, Macaque has his arms crossed, his chin puffs out and on his face is a smug smile. Pigsy growls, of course that six-eared bitch heard it.

“Nothin’,” he answers, sending the six-eared monkey a threatening look.

“Alright. When will the kid be back?” Oh, that’s right, the two had come here so they could get MK for training.

“A few minutes. The kid should be finishing his last order soon, if he doesn't get distracted, that is.” He chuckles then gestures to the seats next to Tang. “Sit down. I’ll make ya somethin’.”

“Okay.” The king’s smile makes his heart skip a beat. He turns around, not noticing the way the king gazes at with complete adoration and appreciation.

“Peaches,” Macaque starts, “remember that time we stole a whole bunch of candy and random items from that human village?”

Wukong snorts. “I remember. Didn’t one of those villagers throw a shoe at you?”

“And a barrel of hay!”

They laugh together which makes the pig fume. As he’s cooking, more stories and inside jokes are shared between them that he (and well, Tang) will never get. He wonders how many memories they’ve had with each other, he knows part of their history, how Macaque tried to replace Wukong to get him back for leaving, along with trying to replace his friends.

“You chose them over me?!” Macaque shouts with his teeth bared. “They’re pathetic!”

“Maybe so but they’re my friends! I won’t let you touch them!”

“You consider them your friends?” He gestures to four on the sidelines. They are a monk, horse, fish demon and a pig that has an aura that reminds him of his own. The group’s faces are a mix of panic and fear. “You’ve really downgraded, Peaches.”

“More like upgraded. Now, are we going to do this or not?”

The other monkey doesn’t answer him and instead wraps some shadows around himself, turning back into the perfect reflection of Wukong. They lunge at each other, confusing the others about who is who, the fight goes on, destroying rocks and creating cracks around their area.

At a certain point, one of them looks back at the group, concern and worry present in his eyes, and for a second, Pigsy can tell that’s the real Wukong. The scene feels so familiar, like he was there but that’s crazy, right?

He is brought back to reality when someone snaps their fingers, he turns and sees Tang with his fingers touching. “Uh, earth to Pigsy, you were kinda just standing there. You okay?”

“Hm? Yea, I’m fine.”

Wukong tilts his head and says, “Really? Because you haven’t even paid attention to your soup.”

“What?” The pot is almost whistling and the broth is bubbling way too much. “Oh shit,” he mumbles and lowers the heat. He finishes it quickly, pours it into two bowls, and adds the noodles. The smell wafts in the air. He passes it to the two monkeys. “Here.”

“Thanks, Pigsy,” Wukong says with a smile that shifts Pigsy’s cheeks to a tint of red.

“Yea, thanks Pigsy,” Macaque repeats with an eye roll. Pigsy ignores him.

They continue their stories while eating, Tang nods at certain points, laughing with them and commenting about different aspects. Pigsy enjoys getting to know more about the king but at the same time he’s boiling, like a volcano about to burst, it’s not a new feeling by any means. It’s probably the most familiar feeling out there for him, besides protectiveness, begrudging acceptance and masked contentment.

This whole thing is a reminder that he will never have this with Wukong. The king hardly notices him, sure, they talk and they understand each other now yet to the chef, he’s only a small presence, just acknowledged as the kid’s boss and not much else, barely a friend. He’s positive the king doesn’t give him much thought and that hurts the most, remembering that he’s considered one of the million unimportant people in Wukong’s immortal life. All he wants is to be part of Wukong’s world. A world that scarcely anyone is let into, somehow that includes Macaque, stupid monkey.

“Hey! I’m back,” MK greets as he walks into the shop and waves.

Wukong waves back. “Hey, bud. Ready to train?”

“Yep! Is that alright with you, Pigsy?”

The pig bobs his head. “Yea, go ahead, kid.”

“Thanks, boss!”

“Mhmm.”

Macaque ruffles the boy’s hair. “Can’t wait to kick your butt in training.”

“Bring it!”

Wukong rolls his eyes. “Try not to hurt each other too badly.”

“I’ll try, Peaches.” They both ruffle the kid’s hair again and Pigsy notices how they look like a happy family, he absolutely despises it so much so that his knuckles turn white.

He hates Macaque, if he gave the monkey a chance maybe he would like him but he doesn’t want to. The pig is clouded by jealousy. Wukong and Macaque’s closeness makes him sick to stomach. The king is sentimental, blind to the fact that the six-eared monkey will no doubt stab them in the back, maybe he needs another reminder.

He grumbles as Macaque leaves with the kid while Wukong lingers. Wukong spins around and takes something out of his pocket, money. He holds it out for Pigsy. “Huh?” Since when has the king paid before? Delivery orders aside.

“It’s for the noodles.”

“Ummm… ya don’t have to do that.” Maybe not having to pay for noodles will make Wukong happy, it’s a small gesture.

“Really? Aren’t you the one who complains when people don’t pay?”

Tang slams his bowl down with a thud and whines, “Yea! You always get mad at me for not paying.”

“That’s because you’re a freakin’ freeloader, Tang,” he snarls. “It’s on the house, Wukong.”

Wukong raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Are you sick or something?”

“No, just in a good mood.”

“Yea, I can tell by the bright smile on your face,” the king jokes.

The pig emits a small ‘tch’ noise. “Wow, you read me well.”

The monkey grins at that comment and leans over to hug him, he sucks in his breath. Tang sips his soup in the background, letting them have their moment. The hug is warm and gentle, the chef’s stomach does a light flutter, briefly he can pretend he matters to Wukong. He doesn’t notice when the other slips the money in his pocket, preferring to focus on the warmth and his imagination. For a moment, he can think I matter to him. He cares about me.

That is broken when Macaque peeks his head in and calls, “Peaches!”

Wukong separates from him, he holds in his disappointment, his fingers twitching to pull the king into another hug. He receives a playful wink. “See you!” The second monkey puts an arm around the king’s neck and leads him out.

Pigsy scowls and grips the inside of his pockets, when he feels something foreign, he takes it out, rolling his eyes fondly when he finds the yuán Wukong slipped in. He goes back to work, attempting to push down his anger and longing then receiving a small jab to his chest when he remembers again about how he doesn’t matter to the king.

Weeks pass by and the longing continues, growing stronger with each passing minute, each passing day, as it has been for a while. He dreams of finally having Wukong’s smile, yearning for the day the king will call him his, that they’ll get closer eventually, at least enough to finally matter to Wukong. It blinds him to Wukong’s loving gaze along with the small and soft touches.

Despite Pigsy's gruff nature, he is a pure softie underneath, he makes sure to give Tang an extra bowl of noodles if the scholar is having a hard day, never kicking him out of the shop. He takes it easy on Xiaotian, making sure the kid takes care of himself and so many other things. That same softness applies to when he’s in love.

One day, all of them decide to hang out together and unfortunately, that includes Macaque.

They’re walking together, Pigsy is in the back with his arms crossed while Tang, Sandy, Xiaojiao and Xiaotian are in the middle and a disguised Macaque and Wukong are in front, smiling and laughing. The pig is absolutely glowering at the pair, his eyes soften when Wukong turns back and shoots the group a small smile because no way is it directed solely at him. The monkey goes back to focusing on Macaque, the pig’s stomach twists and turns.

He balls his fists and lets out a low hiss. He watches as Macaque nudges the other monkey, whispering something, how the monkey’s cheeks shift to pink and a triumphant smirk appears on the six eared monkey’s face.

Pigsy decides at that moment to storm off, he can’t be there, he can’t watch as Macaque flirts with Wukong.

He misses it when Wukong glances back again with his brows raised.

Pigsy goes far away from the group, getting lost in the crowd of people. “Pigsy,” a familiar voice yells. He shakes it off and keeps walking. “Pigsy! Pigsy!”

He growls and spins to see Wukong running up to him. “What?”

The monkey stops in front of him. “You okay? You left without saying anything.”

“Fine,” he answers while his teeth grind together in anger. He stomps towards the direction of the shop with Wukong following.

“Really? You seem angrier than usual.”

“I’m fine,” he repeats.

“Uh huh. Someone’s grumpy.”

He huffs. “Not in the mood.” Go away.

A look of concern flashes across the king’s feature before going to a wide and charming grin. “You know I forgot to say this earlier but you look amazing,” he compliments and gestures to the blue flannel.

Pigsy’s pulse quickens and he suppresses the rosy red. “Thanks,” he mumbles, a frown still present.

“What? That didn’t make you happy? I’ll continue doing this until you smile.”

“What? Botherin’ me?”

“Exactly. Now come on. Let’s go back to the others, it might cheer you up.”

He grips the pig’s hand, Pigsy gasps and yanks it away. “Don’t touch me,” he hisses.

The king’s palm remains in the air, his mouth agape, he shakes it off. “Sorry. So where do you want to go? We can go anywhere you want.”

“I’m goin’ back to the shop by myself.”

“Sounds boring. Hang out with me, just the two of us.”

Just the two of them? No, he’s not going to stay. “I… I’m good.”

The king seems almost disappointed but why would he be? “Come on! It will be fun! We can spend some quality time together!”

He opens his mouth to reject Wukong again when a “Peaches” rings in the air. Macaque is a good distance away from them.

Wukong gives him a small wave and a gesture to stay where he is. The pig scoffs. “You should go to him. After all, I know how much he matters to you,” his voice drips with venom.

“Huh? Of course, he matters to me, you all matter to me.”

“Yea, right.”

Wukong lifts a brow. “Pigsy, what’s wrong? You can tell me anything.”

“Why do ya care?”

“Because you matter to me.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Huh? You do. Is something wrong? I can make it better. I promise.”

He reaches for the pig again and the pig growls, “I said, don’t touch me!”

The king swallows roughly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you hated being touched. I’ll try not to do it again.”

Pigsy fumes, “Oh, now my opinion matters? I wish we had never met!” The last part slips past his mouth and he bites his lip.

The monkey’s ears droop. “Wh-what? Did I do something to upset you?”

No turning back now. “Yes!”

“What did I do?”

“Everythin’! Like makin’ my kid your successor and puttin’ him in danger!”

“Huh? I thought we were over that.”

“I thought we were too and it’s not just that. It’s every little bit of the things you’ve done. It’s how you laugh, your smile, your humor, every bit about you, includin’…” He clutches his chest. “Includin’ the way you make me feel. Bein’ around you makes me feel happier than I’ve ever been but at the same time it hurts. Knowin’ that ya don’t feel the same and never will. That there are a million other people you’d let into your world before me. That I’m so unimportant to you. That you look at Macaque more than you do me… that’s part of the reason I didn’t want him around because I knew you would rather be with him and I couldn’t bear it. Because… I love you but I wish I didn’t.

Something tightens in his gut at finally admitting this. He wrings his hands, focusing only on Wukong’s slacked jaw and widened eyes, not seeing the looks from people passing by them or Macaque’s smirk and crossed arms, head tilted in amusement.

Wukong is still like a statue and Pigsy feels like sinking into the ground where the king will never be able to find him. “Aren’t you goin’ to say anythin’?”

The king opens his mouth slowly. “Pigsy, I…” then he closes it.

Pigsy scoffs and lets out a laugh. “Gods, I knew it. I knew it would be this way.”

“No! Pigsy, I…”

“Don’t worry about it, Wukong. I already know your answer. Just confirms what I knew.”

“No! I-”

“It’s okay. I’ll… see you.” He rushes off, tears of frustration prick his eyes. When he gets back to his shop, he leans his head against the counter and sits there for ages.

Wukong doesn’t come to the shop for a few days and Pigsy’s mood sours significantly. He snaps more than usual and despite the others’ best attempts, he doesn’t open up to them, won’t smile.

He was aware of how Wukong would react, doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Pigsy is in his apartment when he hears knocking on the door. He growls and rubs his eyes. Who could be knocking at this time of night?

“Alright. I’m comin’. Hold your horses.” He opens it to reveal Macaque. He hisses, “Get out!”

“Nice to see you too and nice pajamas.” He snorts then pushes past Pigsy, he observes the place. “Interesting decor. We need to talk.”

He narrows his eyes and slams the door shut. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You don’t have much of a choice. Peaches is upset.”

“So? Shouldn’t you be with him then?”

“No. I should be with you. To tell you how stupid you are.”

Pigsy balls a hand into a fist. “Screw you!”

Macaque puts his hands up in defense. “Calm down. I meant no disrespect, well yes I did but that’s besides the point. You couldn’t have waited for Peaches to answer you?”

“I already knew his answer.”

“No, you didn’t. Peaches is an idiot. He wanted to answer but didn’t know how to start. Now he’s moping. It’s pathetic honestly. He misses you.”

“Why should he?”

“Because he likes you, idiot.”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“Yes, he does. Look I don’t get what you and Peaches think I have.”

“A relationship obviously. You like him, he likes you.” Macaque roars with laughter. “Why are ya laughin’?”

“You- you think Peaches and I are together? Oh my gods. You really are an idiot. No wonder Peaches likes you!”

He stomps his feet and points towards the entrance. “Fuck you! Get out of my house!”

Macaque cackles and wipes a tear. “Hear me out first. Look, I know you don’t like me but what I’m saying is the truth. Peaches likes you, gushes about you all the time. He and I are just friends. All we’ll ever be. But you, he loves you.”

He rolls his eyes and yells, “Sorry if I don’t believe the monkey who clearly has a habit of lying!”

“That was before. I’ve changed, I promise. And I’m trying to pay back Peaches’s kindness. He loves you a lot. I don’t think I’ve seen him happier.”

“That’s a lie.”

“It’s not. What if I told you that there’s a surprise for you outside?”

“A surprise?”

The six-eared monkey swings the door open to reveal Wukong on the other side, his tail and ears are droopy and his gaze cast down on the ground. “Peaches!”

Wukong perks up, his golden orbs sparkle when he fixates on the chef. He lunges forward to wrap the pig in a bone crushing hug. “Pigsy!” His tail thumps to the ground.

Pigsy’s face flushes and he rests a hand on the king’s back. “Wukong…”

The king steps back and rubs the back of his neck, Pigsy holds back a whine at the loss of warmth. “Sorry! You said not to touch you.”

Macaque watches them then shrugs his shoulders. “Alright. Have fun. I’ll be off.” He walks away, leaving them to their own devices.

They exchange glances. Wukong starts with “Pigsy, I missed you.”

The king missed him? “I… ummm…”

“Can we sit down?”

“Huh? Oh! Uh. Sure.” They sit down on the couch. “Wukong. I…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry. Did I really make you feel that way? That I didn’t care about you?”

“Well… ummm… Wukong. It’s not that you didn’t make me feel that way. It’s just I thought ya didn’t. It’s silly.”

“It’s not silly. Why did you feel that way?”

“Well, look at me. I’m not you. I didn’t go on a journey, become a hero. I’m just some angry pig demon that runs a noodle shop. I don’t have any amazin’ powers. I’m nothin’ special. I’m not the person you want in your life.”

“Bite your tongue! Yes you are. I don’t care what powers you have. You’re amazing just as you are and you are a hero. I hear what you’ve done for the kid and the others… and you’re great. Really. You mean a lot to me.”

“I do?”

“Yea. I think of you a lot. Too much if you ask me. Despite your grumpiness, you have a great heart and… you aren’t afraid to tell me when I’m wrong and stuff. And I like you a lot. When you mentioned that there are people I would let into my world before you, that’s so untrue. You are one of the people I let see the real me.”

“Wukong…”

“I love you, Pigsy. I really do. I’m sorry I didn’t say it back before. I was surprised. I didn’t think you felt the same way. I tried to show I was interested. Did you never notice the way I looked at you?”

Pigsy blinks slowly, recalling everytime Wukong has ever looked at him, it’s more than he thought, there was always something unrecognizable in the king’s eyes and now notes it as pure love. “No, I didn’t.” He smacks his forehead. “I’m… I’m an idiot.”

Wukong laughs, his laughter sounds sweet. “Yea, you are, my dear idiot.” Pigsy flushes slightly at the affectionate tone that comes with the nickname. “But I am too.”

“I’m sorry I got jealous and snapped at you.”

“Pigsy, it’s okay. Your jealousy was kinda cute, hot even,” he adds with a wink.

“Sh-shush. Gods, I feel stupid now.”

“Oh, you should.” He receives a smack to his arm and he laughs again. “After you confessed, I was thinking a lot. I wanted to give you space but I got sad at the thought of you never wanting to see me again since I never responded. I’ve been wanting to confess for a while and I bought you this.” He pulls out a box and unlocks it to reveal a round golden bracelet with two gems.

Pigsy is amazed at the object. “Wow. This is gorgeous. Is this a courtship bracelet?”

“Yep. If you want it that is.”

“I do, it’s absolutely gorgeous but are ya sure you want to give this to me?”

“There is no one else I would rather give it to. May I?” The pig bobs his head, the monkey slides the bracelet onto his wrist and holds his hand. “Beautiful. It looks wonderful on you.”

“Tha-thanks. I love it.”

Wukong kisses his head. “I’m glad.”

“Ummm… Wukong, you kinda missed.”

“Oh?”

Pigsy cups his cheek. “Yep.” He kisses him on the lips, he can taste the peaches that no doubt has resided on the king’s mouth.

“Mmmmmm.”

They separate and lovingly stare at each other. “I’m sorry again.”

“Don’t be. I love you.”

“I love you too. Y’know maybe I’ve actually started likin’ Macaque after all.”

Wukong chuckles. “He’ll be glad to hear it especially now that I’m not “moping” as he puts it.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,” Wukong mimics and smooches him for a second time, his tail swishes from side to side. “You mean the world to me.”

“You do too.”

They kiss a few more times and as Pigsy leans against Wukong’s chest, it fills him with unspeakable joy to recognize how much he matters to the king, his boyfriend.

[youcantbesirius]

WHEN WE WERE YOUNG | S. B.

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader, platonic Regulus Black x reader

Warnings: swearing, plot changes, character death

Y/h - your house

Sirius watched the y/h halfblood witch sit on the table in the courtyard taking a crispy stick from her Hufflepuff friend putting it in between her lips imitating smoking. And as she let the puff of imaginary smoke go a smile broke on her lips as her shoulders shook likely. Her laugh was one of the most contagious things ever. The way you wheezed in bits of your laughter made even the coldest person crack up.

As your eyes met his, his world seemed to stop. He was loosening his tie seemingly short for breath. You, on the other hand, hopped off graciously and hopped over to the young Gryffindor wrapping your arms around him.

"Sirius! Long time no see" you chuckled as you swayed him from side to side.

"Hi..." he chuckled resting his chin on top of your head.

It was quite funny how the noble heir of the Black family was with the halfblood witch. Yet, it made perfect sense. Your mother was a nanny for the Black brothers. And you were simply there, helping her make some money after she was cast out of the pureblood community for being with a muggle.

Walburga and Orion were hard people. But they paid no attention as long as you were doing what you were told. (Depending on your house) They were, however, very pleased that Slytherin got such a talent. And then your mom found better job at the ministry and your time with the Blacks was over. Regulus and Sirius were your best friends and not being able to see them much was painful.

"I haven't seen you much since the sorting ceremony..." you stated in concern. You knew better than anyone what it must be like for him.

"Yes...I, you know how my parents are" Sirius's hands found yours. Both of you, touch starved kids found solace in your hand holding.

"To the dogs with them as my mum would say" you scoffed looking deep into his eyes "you know I am always there for you, both my mum and I are" and he nodded at your statement smiling softly.

As a friendly, defying in spite attitude, you showed that your attitude was very different than the most. You didn't have to be talented at divination to forsee what type of person would you become.

And the years went by, you were still very much the same, if not even harder. Many things happened, you matured quickly and with it stress came. Sirius and you drifted apart a bit. You were a bad girl of your own and he was a bad boy of his own. The only person who truly knew you inside out other than him was Regulus Black, your guardian angel.

"Lay off the alcohol, y/n/n" Regulus took the bottle from your hands handing it to your Hufflepuff best friend to take.

"I need to let loose, Reg, I need to..." you were leaning your forehead against his chest struggling to stand.

"I know..." he looked around catching the sight of his womanizer brother. Sirius's face, even though tipsy, held so much concern.

In a few quick steps he approached them, ditching his previous conquest. His hand landed on the small of your back as he turned to his brother.

"What's wrong?" Sirius looked down at his friend who was struggling.

"Her mother was hurt, bad this time" Regulus whispered.

"Shit..." Sirius closed his eyes.

"Well, that is the wonder of being an auror, never home, never there but it brings money and might leave your kid an orphan" you spoke bitterly.

And for that reason Sirius decided the Potters were better choice. They had money and he would only burden your mom, not to mention his parents would kill you both if you were to take him in.

"Fucking hell..." Sirius moved the hair away from your face that was still resting on Regulus.

"Let's take her to her dorm" he said to Regulus.

Next morning was probably the worst. Your head seemed like it was about to explode. You shifted on your bed only to meet the eyes of your amused dorm mate.

"I could not believe it when Black brothers brought you up. Like I wasn't so surprised seeing Regulus, but Sirius too. Damn baddie" she chuckled as you silently rubbed your face.

Hogsmeade day, you thought. You cleaned yourself up, ditching your uniform and grabbed your leather jacket. Your rock style was very much refreshing to the school. Tight grey jeans, chain, baggy tucked in t shirt with some random band you loved and of course your black leather jacket. You did your makeup to hide the evidence of last night and decided it was time. So upon arriving you sat on the table in Hogsmeade park, your feet resting on the bench, a cigarette in between your lips to so desperately calm yourself.

Once cheerful, now surrounded by darkness of your aura, still touch starved in desperate need of love. You thought about your life. Of the goals you wanted to reach.

"Pads, I don't think it is a good idea" you could hear panicked Remus.

"Yeah, what if she throws hex at us" the squealing voice didn't help your migraine.

"I know her, Wormtail. She wouldn't" you heard Sirius's annoyed voice.

"Come on guys, what is the worst that could happen" James Potter said.

"Well, I am not sure if this is upgrade from when we were young or a downgrade. Your looks are definitely upgrade" Sirius smiled causing you to raise a brow.

"Are you flirting with me, dear Sirius?" You spoke even though cigarette was still between your lips, shuffling through your pockets to find that bloody lighter.

But Sirius beat you to it, lighting it for you.

"Thanks" you took a puff and looked at the group.

"We need your help" Sirius spoke taking your free hand in his. And just like when you two were young, you felt calmer, but there was something new. Adrenaline rush surged through your body.

"With what?" You took the cigarette out of your mouth looking at the rest of them, your eyes only meeting James's who quickly dropped the eye contact.

It happened with most of the boys. The only two that were able to maintain it, Black brothers.

"W-we heard you are outstanding with nonverbal magic and we need you to help us" Peter, you assumed, spoke but quickly hid behind Sirius as you looked at him.

"Peter, I don't shoot laser nor hexes out of my eyes, I won't hurt you" you stated annoyed.

"I suppose it has something to do with your problem, Rem" you looked at the boy who looked up at you in shock.

"How do you know?" He asked nearing closer to you.

"Animagus, mum thought it would be safer for me. Accidentally saw you guys on my run" you shrugged.

"Did you speak to anyone about it?" James asked.

"Do I look dumb to you? Of course not, your secret is safe with me, Rem" you looked at him and he met your look.

"Thank you so much" he smiled.

"What is your animagus?" Sirius asked "I am hurt you did not tell me"

"You weren't talking that much to me, lover boy. To answer your question it is (your patronus animal or your favorite animal)"

"Nice" James smiled.

As you were about to light another cigarette a hand quickly pulled it out of your mouth and you faced annoyed Regulus.

"No more for today" he scolded earning a laugh from his brother.

"Do we have a deal, (nickname used for your animagus form)?" He asked you as the boys began to leave.

"Mhm, meet me in the library after lunch" you winked at him and for a second you could swear you saw Sirius Black blush.

It was the last year. You and Reg drifted this time, due to his affiliation. Not that you did care about that, bit his excuse was "I am doing this to keep you safe, damn it!"

It was a painful goodbye that still tasted salty. The news of his death brought you more pain that anything ever did. But his heroic act was what brought Voldemort to be defeated and not be a threat ever again. As a part of the Order, your new friends, the Marauders and Lily and well Snape, it was funny how you two became friends. You sat both him and Lily down, locked them in a room, much to James's dismay until they sorted it out. You were in 12 Grimmauld place preparing to leave.

"Stay..." Sirius took your hands "Please..." he looked down at you, at your softly lips.

"Okay..." you whispered looking up at him licking your lips a bit.

"Can I-?" He gulped earning your quick nod.

"Yeah?" And it was the best kiss you ever had in your life, with your childhood friend, crush and the only man besides Reg, that you felt peace.

"Took you two long enough" is all you could hear Kreacher mutter.

Kreacher and you were close. Not only because of Regulus, but you would not let him overdo himself and would send him to rest.

You chuckled at the remark looking up at Sirius.

"Glad to have your blessing, Kreacher" he smiled at the muttering house elf who went to his chamber.

"Now that we are alone..." Sirius smiled leaning back in to give you a long kiss.

"You are insatiable, Sirius" you giggled.

"Don't pretend you don't like it " he cornered you against the table lifting you up on it.

Your love was very affectionate, full of touching, almost like you were attached to a hip. That is why ever since you were younger you were comfort for each other, you were safe haven, you were made for each other.

And after years, there you stood with him watching your children run around with your godson Harry, laughing at James who ran after them trying to get them inside to eat. You looked at Lily who was shaking her head.

"Remus and Severus will be here soon" she notified.

"Good. Haven't seen my touch starved, sarcastic friend in a while" you gave Lily a look making her chuckle.

"Hugs for Severus and chocolate for Remus it is then"

You got old together, had many memories you decided to store. The funniest being you becoming grandparents. Sirius broke into a fit of sobs seeing his first grandchild.

"See dad, now you represent your initals S.O.B." your son Regulus teased.

"Shut up" Sirius hiccup looking at the little princess of the Black family.

"Maybe her dad won't be as protective as her grandfather will be" your daughter Arabella laughed.

"Oh no boys until 20!" Sirius hugged you as you laughed at him.

"Tsk, you are in position to talk you womanizer" you teased.

"See! I AM! Because I know boys are scumbags, I speak from experience!" He said.

"What if she likes girls Sirius?" You teased.

"Same goes, you were a bad girl!" He attacked your cheeks with kisses earning an ew from your children

"WHEN WE WERE YOUNG!" you protested.

[choco-glow]

Fall Like Rain On Sunday, Pt. 10

Jason woke up around five am, bleary and in a tangle of blankets again from yet another nightmare…Sweat-soaked, he peeled himself out of his bed with a grimace and stripped first himself, then the bed, tossing everything into his washing machine before turning on the shower and stepping inside. Lukewarm woke him up a little better than hot right now, and felt better on his scarred skin; he leaned heavily against the tile, head tipped back as his waterfall nozzle rained down on him. The familiar sound of the washer going was a comfort, and piece by piece, he brought himself back to the present, breathing slowly, evenly, just as Bruce had taught him all those years ago…

“…Fuck.” He sighed out, and started washing up, glad for the indie shop he supported down the street that made its own soaps, shampoos, and conditioners. They were bar form, of course, but the natural scents helped ground him…anything heavily chemically scented was too triggering, too much like the factory he’d died in. A lot of things triggered that…tannerite, for one, which was why in all his varied explosions, he’d only ever used C4. Iron…He unconsciously touched the cheekbone that Talia had had her surgeons rebuild, for even the Pit couldn’t do everything. Not on a body that had been so badly brutalized that it’d been a closed casket funeral…

“Knock it off, Todd.” He growled out to himself, scrubbing furiously now. Fuckin’ don’t go down that path again, Jason…you know where it leads. Besides, you promised you’d make waffles this morning. Can’t leave a lady waiting. Steph’s smile filled his mind, and Jason relaxed, as he had for months now around his Batgirl…and he felt a tiny smile tug at his lips. He didn’t have a waffle iron; he rarely did more than griddle cakes, eggs, and bacon for himself, and that’s when he felt like cooking, so it was a good thing he’d woken up before his alarm; he had time to run to the nearest Lux-Mart. He finished his shower, relaxed now, and other than rescuing his book from the floor and setting it on his nightstand, left his bed to airdry for a while; he’d learned that lesson the hard way.

Dark jeans, boxer-briefs, a soft tee shirt, socks, his boots, and a hoodie, and he was ready to brave the pre-dawn crowds. He twirled his keys on one finger as he made his way down the stairs to his garage, and side-stepped the engine for Roy’s Corvette, unlocking the truck and opening the door with a flick of a button. It was dark still; small wonder, it was just barely five forty-five, and the sun wouldn’t be up for another hour or so…the garage door slid closed behind him with a whisper, and Jason set out for the Lux-Mart, following the main roads this morning, since they weren’t clogged yet by the early morning commuters. A few early birds passed him, and he waved at the Batmobile as they both continued on out of the city, since the nearest of Lux Luthor’s monster all-in-one stores was in the suburbs on the mainland.

Jason’s phone buzzed, and he answered it on the dash with a grin, glad for his blue-tooth dashboard connection.

“Hey Pops.”

“I thought that was you, Jason…what has you out so early?” Bruce’s voice was warm, exhausted, but for once, actually pretty damned friendly, and Jason hummed a little, smirking to see the ‘mobile keeping pace with him.

“Well, I promised I’d bring Steph waffles this morning as incentive to get her homework done…and then I realized I didn’t have a waffle iron.” Bruce laughed at that, low and surprisingly genuine, while he heard a squawk from Tim. Now, he didn’t…completely hate his replacement in the Robin line-up; certainly, he adored Steph and Damian. But Tim was…well, everything that Jason hadn’t ever been, and Jason was still too aware of how similar Tim and Bruce really were. Dick had commented on it, last time he’d come up from Bludhaven, and if Dick could see it…well. Jason still felt like he’d been the downgrade from Dick, and that Tim was the super upgrade.

It wasn’t true…but emotions could be ugly, ugly things.

And Tim had stolen his ex-girlfriend’s waffles.

“Well then, that makes complete sense…do you two need anything from us? We had a busy night dealing with Boyle again.” Jason winced; Ferris Boyle had been a problem since Bruce’s early days, even before Dick, and Jason hated the man almost as much as he hated Joker. Totally aside from how he’d fucked up Victor Fries, his actions regarding Nora had been absolutely appalling. He wanted custody of her so that he could experiment on her…and since Victor is now a supervillain…goddamn, I’m glad Bruce was able to win custody of her.

“Bastard…was he after Nora again?”

“And Victor. We convinced Fries to come back to Wayne Inc. and talk to us about Nora’s future; we’ve made some serious progress towards a cure, and with his research, we might just have what we need. And I’ve been working on something to help him as well…But we can talk about it later.” A yawn broke his sentence, and Jason smiled fondly.

“Go home, Pops; Steph and I will take patrol tonight. You two take the night off.”

“…Thank you, Jason. I really appreciate it; Damian and Tim do too.”

“Yes, thank you, akhi.” Damian’s voice was softer over the phone, tired, and Jason smiled, though he grit his teeth when Tim spoke up.

“Sure, thanks Hood. Hope you two actually get some patrolling done, and don’t just make out on a roof.”

“…Well, Timmy, I’m quite certain we’ll keep our professionalism at the fore. After all, we wouldn’t want to attract undue attention…like Kon did the other night.” Jason responded, voice sickeningly sweet as Tim choked over the phone call, and Bruce made an inquisitive noise.

“We were going over tactical plans!”

“Tim, I’m sure it’s fine.” Bruce’s voice was gentle, but curious, and Jason felt his grin stretch to maniacal proportions.

“Oh, of course you were! Silly ol’ me, ‘tactical plans’, of course! Must’ve been wall plans!” Jason replied sweetly, and Tim choked again, a strangled noise coming over the line. Bruce snorted suddenly, clearly understanding now, and Damian just sighed; Jason could almost hear his eyes rolling.

“Drake, do not give Todd grief for kissing; we all know you regularly have intercourse with Kon-El.” Tim’s voice was pitched even higher now, babbling as Bruce snorted again, clearly holding back laughter, and Jason snickered.

“Damian, Lil D, I want you to know how much I love you right now.”

“As I love and cherish you, akhi. Please do tell Grayson this.”

“DO NOT TELL DICK ANYTHING, JASON, I SWEAR TO GOD.”

“Then don’t steal Stephie’s waffles again, and I won’t~” He purred, and Tim let out a heavy sigh.

“…I apologize to her later.”

“So good to work with you, Tim, it’s just such a pleasure!”

“God, I hate you sometimes.” Bruce was laughing now, deep and highly amused, and Jason gave the ‘mobile a salute as he turned off towards the Lux-Mart, still snickering.

“Love you too, Timmy; good night, you three, I’m off to waffle-maker hunt.”

“Love you too, Jay; good luck! And tell Steph we love her too for me, will you?” Bruce asked, over the other twos’ groaning, and Jason chuckled.

“Of course, Pops. See ya.”

“See you.” The call winked out, and Jason pulled into the Lux-Mart, still grinning. He grabbed up his phone, double checked his wallet, and headed into the store, grabbing a cart. He didn’t want to buy a ton of stuff…but he knew he’d need more room than a basket. Appliances first; he grabbed a waffle-maker, one with interchangeable plates, and from the small selection, picked a Millennium Falcon and an Eevee (both for Steph), since they’d traded favorite Pokémon a few weeks ago, then favorite films. He was always looking for Pride and Prejudice/Sense and Sensibility stuff, or even just basic literary things, but hey, he liked Eevee too (even if his favorite was still Rapidash), and Star Wars was a familiar favorite from his childhood.

From there, he grabbed utensils that he knew he didn’t have, then a few things from pharmacy to cover his personal stores for the week. Bandages, wraps, gauze, alcohol…all the usual stuff, and then he made his way to the grocery area, where things were getting a little bit busier. Two boxes of waffle/pancake mix, maple syrup, and a carton of eggs; a package of bacon made the cut too, as did a gallon of milk, a bottle of his favorite fancy protein juice smoothie, and as he made his way into the produce section, a bag each of blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries. He also got a couple apples, good for a snack as well as baking into the batter, and a pair of pomegranates. Bananas too, just as small bunch, and a small tub of butter.

On a whim, he also grabbed sugary snacks for later, mostly Hostess cakes and some Little Debbie stuff, and a big bag of Chex Mix; not healthy, no, but they held up to patrols well, and he’d gone hungry too many nights to ever feel good about not having food around. Besides…his stay in the Lazarus Pit hadn’t just accelerated his healing factor…it’d forced his metabolism onto a higher level, and now he could almost match Kon pound for pound with food. He also grabbed some pizzas; just in case, he liked to have them. Checking his watch, Jason bit off a swear; it was seven am already, and it was easily a half-hour drive back into Gotham.

He got through self checkout with ease, and hauled his finds out of the store, leaving the cart at the entrance and legging it to his truck. To his surprise, clouds that hadn’t been visible in the darkness were rolling over the whole of Gotham City, heavy thunder rumbling out on the ocean, and in the low light from the rising sun, he made a few quick calculations. He had just enough time to get back to the city before the rain really started; he loaded up his backseat and tore ass out of the parking lot, hopping on the freeway in record time. He glanced around, confused at the lack of cars…then laughed to himself.

Of course it was empty; it was Sunday. I think I’m getting to love Sundays now…Jason thought to himself as he gunned it back to Steph’s place, settling back for the drive with a sigh. Just then, the familiar strains of ‘Home’ came onto the radio, and Jason grinned, then started singing along.

“I’m goin’ home…to the place where I belong…”

[elentiyawhitethorn]

Feyre was surprised that Tamlin left so easily but I’m not. He did his best to seem like some powerful entity when she was with him, which wasn’t hard because no one was there to stop him. But in reality, as soon as someone intimidates him even a little, he backs off like a little coward. Ugh I hate him so much. And by the way, bitch, she didn’t downgrade moving into an apartment, your absence made it a huge fucking upgrade so go piss off 😡😔 I have a new theory: Rhys is an angel sent down to Earth. There’s literally no other possibility. How can one person possibly be so amazing??? He got her the apartment, he helped scare off her abuser, he stayed with her afterward, he gave her the tattoo cream, helped with the furniture, brought over towels and more, forced her to let him pay for a painting… that’s a crap ton of things to do in one chapter and I’m probably forgetting more. Where is my Rhys and why haven’t I met him yet??

This is so good, you’re doing an amazing job so far and I’m already hooked two chapters in, I can’t wait for the next one!!

Lover Like Me pt 2 | Feysand

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I’ve been moved into the Velaris block for all of an hour before Tamlin finds me. I haven’t even unpacked yet; boxes of clothes are still sitting on the bedroom floor next to the pieces of a dismantled bed frame.

I’m just standing in shock, not knowing whether to be mad at Lucien for ratting me out, or guilty that that information got him beaten black and blue by the man who terrorises both our lives. I guess that's a pretty accurate summary of my relationship with Lucien, though.

The world moves around me, and within five minutes, Lucien is gone, I’ve been bundled into Rhys’s apartment, and Cassian and Azriel are prowling the walkways waiting for his approach. Mor is with me, and Rhys is in my apartment. When Tamlin arrives, I can hear him through the door.

“Where is she?” he snarls, and Mor puts her arms around me.

“None of your business,” Rhys snarls back. The urge to go to the window is overwhelming.

As if reading my mind- or maybe just following the line of my gaze, Mor shakes her head. She points to the door instead, and I see that there is a peephole there I could look through without being seen.

“Tell me where you’ve fucking taken her,” Tamlin spits, and I almost don’t go. But I force myself to stand, silently, and cross the room.

“I didn’t take her, she left. Just like they all eventually do, you stupid thug.”

Tamlin is standing in the walkway, and Rhys is leaning casually against a railing. Cassian and Azriel stand by him, not so casually.

“Lucien says this her new address. There’s no reason she’d voluntarily downgrade to a shithole like this.”

“This isn’t Feyre’s address, this is my place.” Rhys is lying for me, now.

“Then let me in and prove she’s not here.”

“Like hell I will.” The words rip from his throat, and the nonchalance is gone.

“Maybe I’ll just bust down every door until I find her then.”

Tamlin’s threat has me backing away from the door in a hurry. I hit the couch and nearly fall but Mor steadies me.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs. So softly, at my ear. “You’re okay. Rhys won’t let anything happen to you.”

“He’s going to get punched,” I whisper. The fear is a taste in the back of my throat.

“He can handle himself.”

“Why though? Why doesn’t he just Tamlin come get me?”

"Because he's not an asshole." I just give her a look, and after a moment she goes on. “His dad was like this,” she says quietly. “Rhys used to try stand up for his mum and get thrown aside like a ragdoll. I saw it happen a few times.”

I process this, and tune back into the conversation beyond the door. There’s the sound of scuffling, and then Tamlin swearing.

“You try that again and you’ll go over the railing.” That’s Cassian now. Tamlin huffs out a laugh.

“Rhys,” he says. “Call off the dogs. I’m just here to get what’s mine.”

“There’s nothing here that belongs to you.” That’s Rhys again. In the ensuing silence, I’m picturing the way Tamlin’s face darkens as he gets into one of his dangerous moods. I’m twisted up with guilt that people might get hurt because of me, but I’m too chicken to go out there and face him myself. Not now. Not while I’m so close to being free of him.

“Fine.” I’m surprised to hear this. Tamlin’s backing off? “But I’ll be back for her and you’d better not be in my way again.”

“You’ll be back here over my dead body,” Rhys bites back.

“That can be arranged, you know,” Tamlin says coolly. But then he walks off and after a minute, the door opens.

“Cassian, Az, go make sure none of his henchmen are lurking around here will you?”

“Henchmen?” Mor asks, raising an eyebrow. Rhys ignores this.

“Mor can you call the police and let them know Tamlin’s been making death threats around here again?”

"Wait," I bleat. "He's really gone? That's it?"

“Okay but they’re not going to do anything,” Mor grumbles, and gets off the couch. Rhys takes her place once she’s walked off, and sits down next to me.

“Are you alright?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” I whisper back. “Are you?” Rhys snorts.

“Of course I am. I’m not afraid of Tamlin.”

“I am,” I confess. And Rhys’s eyes melt a little before he tugs me into his side. I put my face against his chest and try hard not to cry.

"Gods I hate that guy." I belatedly realise that Rhys is... vibrating under me.

"Rhys?"

He looks down. "Sorry," he says. "This is just another day I have to convince myself not to go after him. That if I do, I'm just as bad as he is..."

"Do you want me to distract you?"

Rhys looks down at me in surprise. He huffs a laugh, and his shoulders relax a fraction. "It's not your job to diffuse angry men," he tells me, and I think about what Mor said about his father. He sighs and the hug squeezes. “I’m sorry this is happening to you,” he says into my hair.

"Will he come back?"

Rhys doesn't answer that question. Instead, he says, “You can always, always call me if you feel unsafe and I’ll come find you.”

I nod into the warmth of him, and feel embarrassed by how hard I’m clinging on.

"You want to stay here for a bit?”

I do, but I force myself to let go of him. “No, I really need to unpack. Thank you so much. For out there, for getting me here…”

“You’re welcome,” Rhys says. “But no more of that. We’d protect anyone in Velaris who needed it, okay?”

“Okay,” I say, and then stand up to go. My hand shakes on the door handle, and Rhys sees it.

“Do you want me to hang out in your apartment for a while?”

“Yes please,” I say quietly. Rhys comes up behind me.

“Alright. Come on then.” He squeezes my shoulder, grabs a rusty tin off his kitchen bench and then opens the door. I trot out after him and I have to say, I do feel much safer with him leading the way. Even if it is only to the next door.

“I’m going to make us some tea, what are you unpacking now?”

“My clothes,” I say. “And then I’ll have to put the bed together but I don’t even know what it looked like assembled.” I try for a laugh but it comes out brittle.

“No worries,” Rhys says. “I happen to be an expert in puzzles. I’ll be there in a bit.” He wriggles the tin at me and I realise he’s brought tea from his house. He bustles around the small kitchen, finding mugs and a kettle amongst my meagre belongings, and I leave him to it.

In the bedroom, I open up the wardrobe that Mor and the boys got for me. I push it further along the wall to my liking and wonder how Cassian carried it in here because the thing weighs a ton. There’s hanging space in one side and drawers in the other.

I’ve filled the top drawer by the time Rhys comes in bearing steaming mugs.

“My mother was Irish,” he tells me. “And she used to get this stuff imported because she always said she didn’t like the tea over here. My aunt used to send it over by the crate.”

I take my mug and blow gently on the top before taking a sip. The taste is rich bittersweet, and I do feel calmer when I swallow. I breathe in the curling steam, and when I look up Rhys is watching me. He clears his throat.

“Alright do you have a screwdriver?” Rhys asks.

“No,” I say. Rhys gives me a look. He pops back to his house for a minute, and returns with a shoebox containing two screwdrivers, a hammer, and an adjustable wrench. “You gotta have a basic toolbox,” he says.

“I did at home,” I say wryly. “Didn’t think to pack it when I moved into Tamlin’s.”

“Ah, fair. Well hold onto these at least.”

With that, he sits down and starts inspecting the pieces of the frame.

For a while, we work in companionable silence. I fold away the rest of my clothes, and then start helping Rhys find the right screws out of the sandwich bag-full of them that came with the frame. Rhys has started humming under his breath, and I’m content to sit and listen until Rhys notices that I’m listening, and smiles at me. He sings a bit clearer for me to hear.

“So softly she came that her feet made no din/ She stepped up to me and this did she say/ It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.”

I hand him a screw. “That’s lovely,” I say. “What is it?”

Rhys holds the screw straight while he turns the phillips head. “It’s an Irish folk song that my mother used to sing,” he says. “It’s about a woman who dies before her wedding, but comes back to see her lover in a dream.”

“Oh,” I pick up the next screw. “That’s why it sounds so sad.”

“Yes well,” Rhys holds his hand out for my screw. “My mother sang a lot of songs. Would you like a happier one?”

I smile and nod, and Rhys launches into a merry tune about a man who only loves a woman named Nora.

“Wait,” I say, half way through. “I know this one. I think it was an American song first, but it wasn’t Nora it was Maggie. And I’m pretty sure Maggie dies young, too.”

“Oh.” Rhys scratches his chin with the screwdriver. “Alright well how about this one.”

His next song is positively filthy and suddenly I think I would have liked his mother. Rhys sings a few verses, full of innuendo and I end up laughing so hard I knock over his half-empty mug of tea, causing him to jump up.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” I say. I realise I have no tea towels, or bath towels for that matter, and Rhys seems to realise this too because he pulls off his shirt and throws it over the puddle.

“This is why I always wear black,” he grins. I put my hands over my face and groan.

“You’ve done so much for me and all I do is ruin your clothing.”

But Rhys kneels down in front of me and tugs my hands down.

“Hey,” he says softly. “None of that, remember? No more worrying about people doing things for you. Plus I have a closet full of identical black t-shirts, you're fine.”

I look up, my fingers still in his, and grimace. But the look on his face is so sincere that I make an effort to shake it off.

“I’m not used to it. I’m… not good at letting people help me,” I confess.

“I know,” Rhys says.

This close to me, I suddenly notice the swirling black tattoos that flow over his chest and shoulders. I also notice the deep grooves between the muscles all over his abdomen, the warm brown of his skin stretched taut over the expanse.

I blush slightly and pull my hands back.

“So that’s the tattoo you got the same day as me?” I nod to the freshly inked section on his left forearm. It’s a continuation of the style that’s on the rest of him, but I focus on that stark black section rather than the smooth, worn lines across his pecs.

“Oh yeah.” He peers down at himself, but doesn’t move away from me. “How’s yours healing up?”

I wince and rub my wrist. “So, so itchy.” Rhys laughs.

“Yeah don’t let it dry out. What are you putting on it?”

“Umm just this antiseptic cream?”

“Okay you should try this salve I have.”

He gets to his feet and runs next door again, this time returning with a small, round container. I hear him washing his hands in the kitchen sink before he returns.

“May I?”

I roll my sleeve up and frown and the cracked surface of the artwork. Rhys carefully rubs the salve all over it, until I can see the image again. I worry that he’ll think it’s gross, but I guess he has enough tattoos that he’s not surprised. His fingers are hot on my skin, and I look at the details on his rings.

“Feel better?”

“It really does.”

“This stuff is oily so it doesn’t dry out as fast as other creams. I have a friend who makes it, so you can keep this tub.” He sets it down on my night stand, then picks his wet shirt up off the ground and wipes his hands on it. “Try to slap it instead of scratching, that’s what I do.”

“I’ve been icing it to try get it to calm down.”

“Yeah that’s a good option, my freezer's been broekn for a month. I like the design, by the way. It’s not usually Amren’s style but she did a great job.”

I debate telling him, for a minute.

“It’s not her style because… I drew it. I showed it to her during our consult and she said she’d be happy to tattoo it. Said she wished everyone came with half the work already done.”

Rhys looks at me, then at my wrist, and back up again.

“Feyre, that’s amazing.”

“Thanks, it’s just a little thing.”

“I fucking love it. Is that what you do for work, you’re an artist?”

I laugh. “One day, hopefully. I work in the art store, it pays shit but I get discounted supplies.”

“Would you do a commission piece?”

“Uh, sure I guess.”

“Have you got some stuff I can see?”

I fumble for my phone and show him my Instagram, scrolling because his hands are in his wet shirt.

“Holy shit, Feyre,” he says. “You are amazing.” He looks at me, and gives me a toothy grin. “Paint me something,” he says. “Three by two feet, anything you want.”

“You know it’s harder to come up with ideas when you have no parameters,” I tell him.

“I did give you parameters, I want a big ass canvas.”

I laugh. “Okay, fair. When do you want this by?”

“No time limit. And I’ll pay you upfront.”

“Rhys, you don’t have to pay. You’ve done enough…” But Rhys cuts me off.

“What did I say about that?”

“Fine. Fifty dollars.”

“Pssh. You sold that one for three hundred and it’s half the size I asked for.”

I quickly put my phone down. “Alright, three hundred then.”

“Five hundred.”

“What is this, reverse haggling?”

“Five fifty, final offer.”

I give him a look, but he just grins like a maniac.

“Fine,” I say.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Rhys tips and imaginary hat. “I’m going to wash up. Come with me and take some of my extra pillows and blankets.”

It had not even occurred to me that I needed them- the studio I had been renting was fully furnished, so the sheets were mine but the bedding was not. I guess it's obvious now that the empty bed is in the middle of the room.

“I can run over to the store,” I protest.

“I know you can, but you don’t have to. Don’t worry, I’m not going to give you my dead mother’s pillows or anything.”

“What?! I wasn’t-"

“I know I’m messing with you. Come on.”

We trudge back into Rhys’s apartment, and he dumps his shirt in the bathroom sink on the way through. His place is bigger than mine, it’s a two-bedroom that I recall he shared with both his mother and Mor years ago. There’s a well-stocked linen cupboard, where Rhys sources two pillows and a spare comforter.

“You have sheets?” he asks.

“I have sheets.”

“Okay, anything else you need?”

“No?”

“Towels. Here.” He’s still shirtless, so I can’t argue there. He adds two to the pile in my arms. “Okay, if you need anything else just give me a shout.”

“Okay.”

He looks at me seriously. “Do you feel safe on your own in there?”

The image of Tamlin outside my door flashes before my eyes, but I swallow and nod anyway. I have no desire to let that man intimidate me anymore.

“Alright,” Rhys says. “Are you working tomorrow?”

Another nod.

“Well, if you get bored in the evening, there’s usually at least one other person hanging around my house so you’re welcome any time.” He leans in conspiratorially. “It’s because I won’t give out my Netflix password, so they just barge in and watch on my TV.” I laugh at that.

“You never kick them out?”

Rhys shrugs. “They started doing it when I was a kid, my ma used to grouse about it but I think she secretly liked it. So now if I tell them to leave they just say ‘ma said we could’ and then don’t move.” I laugh again.

“Okay well I’ll keep that in mind.” I head for the door.

“Night, Feyre,”

“Night, Rhys.”

When I’m back in my own apartment, I put the bed things down on the mattress and hug a pillow to my chest. I realise then that despite aI’ve laughed more today than I have in months.

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SoSW - Eruption

Summer of Star Wars 2020, a complete consumption of all Legends Media, in conversations transcribed.

Log Entry #1: Star Wars Eruption by John Ostrander

Entry Date: 25,793 years BBY (before the Battle of Yavin IV)

“This story includes the sentence, ‘peaceful the negotiations were not.” and really, why haven’t we memed the fuck out of that yet? -Tessa

Intro: https://tessandshrimp.tumblr.com/post/621039366017531904/welcome

Want to follow along? Here: https://100vampirenovels.net/pdf-novels/star-wars-eruption-by-john-ostrander-free

Tessa: Alright so... um... 

Shrimp: With the beginning of the Star Wars Universe as we know it, in legends-

Tessa: Continuity, yeah, We ended up reading today the Jedi.. i think it’s- (god I should have taken better notes) - Dawn of the Jedi, Eruption, which is a short story that was published, and I looked it up, as a promo before Dawn of the Jedi: Into the Void, which is why it’s only two pages long.

 Shrimp: It is a... very lovely short story.

Tessa: It’s a weird story, man.

Shrimp: About these... a couple of Je’daii 

Tessa: About two Je’daii - there’s an apostrophe in there, because it’s star wars

Shrimp: [amused huff] who are looking for this little girl who got kidnapped by, like, miners.

Tessa: yeah, they’re dealing with a mining dispute, these two Je’daii, Lanoree and Hawk. Or at least, that’s what my notes have them down as. I just think it’s worth pointing out that on, like, one of the first paragraphs it says, “Peaceful. The negotiations were not.”

Shrimp: [snort of amusement]

Tessa: And why haven’t we as a community memed the fuck out of that? Like...

Shrimp [laughing] honestly...

Tessa: We rag on like... everyone for talking about how short the negotiations were in The Phantom Menace, The Phantom Apprentice {Apparently, I need a list of the movie titles in front of me, because I could not remember which one of these was correct during the recording. Oops?} But like... just putting it out there... [pause]

Shrimp: [cackling in the background]

Tessa: They’ve been doing that since the dawn of time in the star wars universe.

Shrimp: This is true, this is true. Mh.

Tessa: Okay and then I had to look - the other thing I had to look up as background information is that they talk about a Slugthrower - that’s just like, a normal real world gun with metal bullets.

Shrimp: [Bark of laughter] I love that.

Tessa: So, several times during the negotiation I cracked up when Lanoree is like irritated that the rival miner groups won’t shut up, and so she points her gun, and just casually fires three rounds into the sky.

Shrimp: I love this. That is amazing. Yeah, I haven’t gotten that far, I’m still at the part where they, they just heard the dude over talking about how like he’s about to kill the little girl.

Tessa: Oh yeah, and Hawk is just casually like... Oh yes, my evil twin.

Shrimp. Yup.

[they both dissolve into laughter]

Tessa: Mkay.

Shrimp: Hold on-

Tessa: [pauses, before continuing, deeply sarcastic] give it a second, and see if you get to the part where there’s just casually a volcano eruption.

Shrimp: okay. [snort of laughter] I will. okay.

Tessa: Hawk is like... I need a distraction, and then the world is like, alright, volcano erupt now

Shrimp: There’s also this other dude, ranger, and he’s like... kind of almost evil, but like, he’s not that evil?

Tessa: Whoever this guy is, he didn’t make it into my notes, so now I gotta find him again-

Shrimp: Remember, he was the guy who was like, he was like, kind of evil, but he remembered his training, so he’s like not that evil?

Tessa: Ranger- Ranger Brock?

Shrimp: Yeah- Uh...

[both pause to reread a passage]

Tessa: Um. I love that Hawk is just... Hawk, but his brother is Baron Volnos Ryo. Like, the parents clearly either went wait that’s to simple a name and upgraded for the next one, or how do we call him, his name’s to long, and downgraded for the next one.

Shrimp: Like.. Hawk’s probably named after; or the other one’s probably named after some like grandparent or something, and then Hawk’s like - they just kind of gave up with him.

Tessa: Just going to point out, this means Hawks exist in the Star Wars Universe.

Shrimp: That’s true, that’s true.

Tessa: Unless they didn’t, and it’s just casually a common name.

Shrimp: That’s also true. Who knows. I mean, so many things exist in the universe, maybe there was like, hawks at one point.

Tessa: Yup. Although... I think this story predates the discovery of hyperspace.

Shrimp: Huh. [snort] That I don’t know.

Tessa: Mhm.

Shrimp: Jesus- Um...

Tessa: God, Legends canon is weird. I’m just going to put it out there right now.

Shrimp: I love it so much.

[longer pause]

Tessa: [dryly] Can we just appreciate that Lanoree just casually shoves her poisioned drink down the throat of the servant who brought it to her? Like, what if he hadn’t know it was poisoned?

Shrimp: [laughing] yeah, that would not have been good. There’s really a lot of like, killing people at it was something that kind a suprised me. They just like kill everyone. It’s kind of funny.

Tessa: Well, to be fair they’re not ‘Jedi’ Jedi yet, so they’re not all into the light side, so I’m assuming they’re like ‘balance, I have to kill someone for everyone I save’

Shrimp: [bark of suprise] Oh god- that’s, that’s so funny. yeah. I guess balance doesn’t really mean good guy.

Tessa: Yeah, not really. Unless you’re rebels Ashoka. She’s a grey Jedi, which I think is the equivalent later?

Shrimp: Yeah. But she’s always- She left the Jedi Order, but she never really left the light side.

Tessa: [deadpan] She has giant grey lightsabers in rebels.

Shrimp: yeah, that’s true.

Tessa: [wheeze]

Shrimp: But she like, left the Jedi, but she still uses the light side ‘cause she’s a good person and it calls to her.

Tessa: yeah, let’s go with that. I hear she’s going to be in The Mandolorian and I’m very excited for that.

Shrimp: Me too. I think that will be fun. Finally, we will get in person Ahsoka. Though I think she’s dead by the time Last Jedi happens because she’s one of the force ghosts which talk to Rey, which is like, really sad.

Tessa: To be fair, when you think about it, it’s entirely possible she just died of old age. She’s like... 20 years older than Luke, and he’s an old, old man. 

Shrimp: Yeah that’s true. He’s like... 50? Yeah, 50. 

Tessa: Yeah, people don’t live that long in the Star Wars universe, unless they’re Yoda.

Shrimp: [snort] Amen.

Tessa: Just to close off today’s podcast, recording, post, thing, becuase it’s a short... [trails off into a sigh] You can’t see what I see, but she just took the tea bag out of her tea, and just casually shoved it in her mouth.

Shrimp: [cackle]

Tessa: And she’s just got the teabag string hanging out of her mouth now.

Shrimp: [breaks down into giggles in the background]

Tessa: So, to close of today’s... thing, um, we’ve got news from the Star Wars Universe, they announced that Hera’s going to be in the next video game that’s coming out.

Shrimp: Yay! I love Hera, she’s like... the cutest person in rebels.

Tessa: Yes, and I love that when rebels ends, she just casually has a child who’s half-Twi’lek half-human, and we’ve never really seen like another half-and-half before and I want more of that. Give me my half-Twi’lek child.

Shrimp: Me to. I like his green hair.

Tessa: Mhm. Yeah.

Shrimp: Yeah,  thank you all for tuning in!

Tessa: Yup, see you guys soon, when we will be back with the full novel, Dawn of the Jedi: Into the Void

For Next Time: http://readsbookonline.com/into-the-void-star-wars-dawn-of-the-jedi-f

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Lineup Lamentations - GW9

Our Transfers, Captains, and Starting 11s for the week!

And if you missed it for subscribers Friday My Life episode came out an ~hour ago <333

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WALSH

TRANSFERS:

OUT: N/A

IN: N/A

Team is in basically good shape with only .1 in the bank and a reasonable looking starting squad there's nothing to do here.

Going to give Pukki this game and then reassess what I want to do with him depending on how Norwich look.

Otamendi is in my thoughts as I don't have many players who I can downgrade for money so will also be looking at how they look at Selhurst.

Rolling into next GW after UCL midweek games with two frees feels like a good place to be regardless.

GK:

Pope (lei)

Pope my steady hand at the back keeps just picking up a trickle of points.

Not a great clean fixture here but you never know with Burnley and he's always capable of grabbing a save point or two. Feels fine and I have no thoughts of moving him in the medium term.

DEF:

Alexander-Arnold & Robertson (mun)

Trent and Robbo go to OT on Sunday in what actually looks like a really reasonable clean shout especially with Alisson likely / hopefully back in.

Another couple who have served me reasonably well so far and who I have faith in.

Otamendi (cry)

Otamendi feels nervy as discussed on the pod but with three good fixtures incoming I have a feeling I will be holding him provided he is in the team.

MID:

Saka (shu)

It would be rude of me to start any place other than Saka when looking at my midfield. Pretty bad fixture and with Laca on the mend this is probablyyyy going to be the last time I throw him into the fire. Hopefully he repays my faith and unabashed love of him with some points. Prob not but fucking fuck me it would feel good if he comes in with anything.

Salah (mun) and Sterling and De Bruyne (cry)

The tidy trio of Mo Raz and Kevin are still in there.

Would really like a good performance and some points out of Raz but we'll see. It's not completely out of the question that I go to Kun for him on a double switch to get Kun to cap for their two home bankers incoming. We'll see but it's on my mind.

Mount (NEW)

Mount rounds out this group with a good on paper fixture off the back of a couple of returns. He's been solid and should continue to trickle in points as the continue with their good run of fixtures.

FWD:

Pukki (bou)

As previously mentioned, I am holding Pukki and would like very badly for Norwich to look competent going forward this game. I still like him a lot and believe in Farke. Maybe their peripheral players coming back into fitness will be the difference.

If they look like a dumpster fire again and put up an egg against a team that hasn't kept a clean in the league yet, though, I'll probably fuck him off.

Abraham (NEW)

Next to Pukki is Tamela. Not much to say about the boy. Similar to Mount..just seems like a great value pick in the game with good fixtures on a team that creates a lot of chances and scores goals.

CAP:

Abraham (NEW)

I'm on Tammy. Could see them having a difficult time against the bus but I'm backing his movement and competency in front of goal to get some shit done.

Doesn't feel tremendous but he's the best option I have since I don't cap against Palace so here I am.

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ALON

TRANSFERS:

OUT: N/A

IN: N/A

As mentioned on Friday My Life ad nauseam I just don’t know what’s going on I’m so out of the loop, been bedridden or in a hospital or urgent care for the last five days so just fuck me.

Saving is usually a good thing and my starting 11 looks fine so saving is the way I’m going.

GK:

Gunn (wol)

Definitely a spot of concern for me here. Gunn pick has been absolutely terrible for me getting three straight one pointers albeit in tough fixtures.

Wolves away is not fantastic but it’s cleanable.

But then the next two are home Leicester and away Man City so fucking hell this is going to have to change. I have money in the bank and will look at it next week.

DEF:

Tomori (NEW)

It’s nice to see that my bare bones cheap as fuck defense is sorta trendy right now with a lot of people downgrading expensive guys to defenders I already own in this moment; Tomori being one of them.

This miiiiight be the best clean-sheet fixture in the entire league competing with home to Manchester United so I’m just hoping Chelsea get the job done even without Kante... The entire match will be played in Newcastle’s half with the occasional sprung counter. Just deal with it don’t be dumb fucks please Chelsea lads.

Söyüncü (BUR)

Another guy trending upwards and I’ve been having Soy lattes since GW1. Love the guy. Thought he was really excellent vs. Liverpool too last GW a million years ago...

The run for Leicester begins now and in the next nine GWs I’m expecting a premium rate of cleansheet returns from the Foxes. Go.

Lowton (lei)

And rounding it out with Lowton my Burnley lad. It seems like everyone has Pope so I’m not really gaining on the field here but occasionally (GW7) he gets an assist so that’s cool keep doing that please Matthew.

Not expecting a clean here but as was stated on the IRL pod a few weeks ago buses can clean when you least expect them to do and you shall not keep a clean or sometimes you shall.

MID:

Salah (mun)

Hoping he’s fit but really don’t know anything. I assume he’ll start and be great and then rest for Genk in midweek where Liverpool really shouldn’t need him.

MUN will do their best to make this an unwatchable nightmare 0-0 so hopefully Liverpool can break through early and fuck them sideways.

Sterling & De Bruyne (cry)

Palace are organized and solid defensively and notoriously tough to break down buuuuut come on it’s City so this should probably be a 3 or 4 or 5 to nil if we’re being honest...

I went back to see what went down last season and it was a 1-3 fuckfest at Selhurst. City created 2.86xG, 1.53 of that being Raz’s brace, and KDB created 6 chances (1.29xA) with two assists.

Let’s do that exactly again please :) :) :)

Cantwell (bou)

Still rolling out Todd in 2019. I duno.

Maybe it’s just enough time away from FPL that I sorta feel good about Farke and Norwich with two weeks to prep and getting some fitness back. Norwich gonna do the thing this week.

FWD:

Aubameyang (shu)

Similar to Al below I brought in Aubz for Kun for the cap HAUL against Bournemouth AKA do absolutely nothing all game even that chance at the end was offsides so fucking hell fuck me fuck Emery fuck life.

Wish I had Kun now but also that money in the bank will help me fix Gunn and shit like that so I guess it’s ok. It’s fine. Fuck.

Abraham (NEW)

Tammy is just great. And ya gotta love Chelsea’s all out yolo attack. Why not?

What a revelation for Tammy this season he’s a top player top striker get the fuck in. Sometimes the eye-tests of yesteryear come good despite him playing for Swansea.

Pukki (bou)

Worried but confident. Or is that an oxymoron? Or am I just a moron?

We’ll see.

Come on you Canaries get the fuck in. Starting two Norwich attackers still what the fuuuckkk am I dooiiingggggggggggggg. Ok ok ok.

Gonna be great.

CAP:

De Bruyne (cry)

I’ve moved it to Kevin. Fuck it. It’s time. He’s been so incredible this season and City need the points. Palace should be parked to all hell and Kev will pull the strings and fuck it.

Walsh got me first thinking about it on Friday My Life and then everyone kinda started talking about it and doing it and feeling it and loving it on Slack and so here I am. Easily swayed on this one. Let’s do it man.

Late night switch - always bad.

Getting sucked into the hype on Slack - always bad.

Capping Kev - gonna be great.

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RANDOM SLACKER OF THE WEEK: AL

The words of Random Slacker are not officially endorsed by this website nor any employees of FML FPL LLC.

TRANSFERS:

OUT: Douglas Luiz

IN: Maddison

Have some spare cash in the bank, so a great time to make an upgrade and jump on Maddo for Leicester’s nice run.

Was tossing up between this move or moving Pukki to Wilson, but I’ve decided this move is going to improve my team more overall for the coming weeks.

GK:

Pope (lei)

Not expecting a clean this week from Pope, but hopefully can get a save point or 2 against Leicester. A solid option for the whole season, no need to make any moves here.

DEF:

Alexander-Arnold & Robertson (mun)

I’m sticking with the double Pool D and I’m still very happy to have them both. 

With Alisson back this week, the clean sheets should start to come, especially this week against a weak United attack. Plus they will continue to live in the attacking half for the majority of games, so plenty of attacking returns should come. 

Söyüncü (BUR)

Going with Soy Boy over Tomori this week. 

No Kante for Chelsea worries me, and I feel Newcastle may be able to sneak one past Chelsea, so I’m playing Soy and hoping Leicester can keep a clean against Burnley.

MID:

Sterling (cry)

The points are coming with Raz, I can feel it. 

He has been a bit disappointing with a lack of returns the past few weeks, but I expect this to turn around in the next few. 

Crystal Palace isn’t going to be an easy fixture for City, but hopefully they come out fired up after last weeks terrible loss. I’m hoping he can grab a couple of goals to get him back in form.

De Bruyne (cry)

Hopefully Kev plays and Pep isn’t playing his tricks again. 

No brainer to have the Ginger Prince, if he plays he’ll dominate and rip Palace apart. Easy.

Mount (NEW)

Loving Mount. He has been great to have for most of the season, and has a great fixture here to haul again and bring in the green arrows. Keep bringing those returns son.

Maddison (BUR)

My new lad, and it feels really good to have him. 

Leicester has a great run for the next 9 weeks or so, and I really wanted to get a piece of that attack. Maddo is so good because he’s just involved in everything Leicester do, and he isn’t afraid to get his shots off. 

He loves to play weaker teams, so I expect a lot of returns in the coming weeks to easily justify the move. And hopefully he’s feeling buoyant after his little casino trip.

FWD:

Aubameyang (shu)

Moved Kun to Aubs last week hoping for a captain haul against Bournemouth, but it never came. 

Not confident about this matchup, as Sheffield have looked great defensively at home, but Aubs is always dangerous and always a chance to get a goal or 3. 

Hopefully he is not to affected by Lacazette’s return, but they always seem to play better together anyway.

Abraham (NEW)

Tammy is just a must have. Such good value for his price, and with Chelsea’s juicy run, should get some big hauls over the next few weeks. Not much else to say. Love owning Tamela.

Pukki (bou)

I’m staying at the Pukki party. 

Last chance this week for Pukki, if he blanks again I’ll be looking to move him next week. 

A good fixture on paper for Teemu, but Norwich have been diabolical away from home, so I’m bracing myself for another 2 pointer. 

Come on Pukki, remember all the good times we had? Let’s have one more big haul and reminisce about this fun times.

CAP:

Abraham (NEW)

Not an easy choice for captain this week, but with City and Arsenal having tough away fixtures, the C has found its way to Tammy. 

A good fixture at home against Newcastle, and he’s flying high at the moment, I expect Tammy to either get double digits or to get a blank.

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History of Groudon

Groudon is a giant Pokémon who lives near lots of volcanoes and is...

Beautiful!

In the year a negative -1 billion, Groudon probably wasn't here... but in 2002, he was here and he walked to an island and melted a few icebergs, so the island grew trees! Because it was warmer.

So now Groudon's pretty much hanging around between the mountains eating nuts off of trees and using the latest technology... like stones... and lava.

Ding, Dong! It's Arceus from the outside world! And he has technology from the future, like really good rubies and crazy rice fields. Now rice can be grown really really quickly. But because rice is food and volcanoes make it grow faster (thanks science), that makes him king!

Groudon kingdoms spread throughout the land but were most importantly here, here, here and here.

Knock, knock, get the door, it's a new feature! The local Groudon wanted everyone to try this new ability which made the weather sunny from Unova? "NO!" Said everybody else, "Tryyyy it..." Groudon said, "nuu.." They said more quietly this time and therefore drought was put into place.

"Hi Palkia." Groudon said, "Hello dipshit..." Said Palkia. "Can you call me something other than dipshit?" He asked. "Like what?" said Palkia. "How about GROUDON MAN!" So he stole the dimensional trio's legends and wrote a book, about himself.

A rich hipster is bored with Groudonism and visits Johto to make it more 'spiritual!' and brought back an orb that made Groudon 'great!' for a very long time.

Breaking news, Kyogre has invaded Johto. "Please respect us or we might invade you as well." Said Kyogre, "Ok..." Said Groudon.

So Kyogre came over and had a jolly good war with Groudon... until Kyogre died in a lava tornado (don't ask...)

Knock Knock, it's Unova, no they don't want to invade (yet), they just want to sell some shit, like fire stones and shards.

Overtime, Groudon's prosperity began to gradually decrease and more fights with Kyogre happ-. Knock knock, it's Rayquaza... with mega stones, Mega Rayquaza. "Open relations, stop fighting all the time..." Rayquaza said and there really wasn't much Groudon could do about it... though he really hated it. "This sucks" He said. "That sucks" Kyogre said.

So then later, Groudon goes conquering shit, until Kyogre comes out of nowhere and says, "No stop! I was going to build a beach there..." So the beach was built under the supervision of water Pokémon and when it was finished they downgraded to a FUCK TON! Did I say downgraded, I meant upgraded... "Can you maybe chill?" Said Groudon. "How about maybe you chill." Says Kyogre.

Groudon is kinda scared of Kyogre's primal form and you wouldn't guess who else is slightly scared of Primal Kyogre, that's right, Zekrom, so Groudon and Zekrom become 'good friends!' so they could be a little less scared of Kyogre.