#like i'm genuinely so honored that 'in the dark' got so well received?

[natasha-in-space]

HI im too shy to comment on the fic itself but i want you to know your In the dark suit fic is LIFECHANGING. YOU WROTE HIM SO WELL i read it last night and im still thinkinf about himm.. THANK YOU FOR YOUR WORKS🫶🫶

THANK U SO MUCH ANON ♡♡♡

I said it in passing already, but I'm at a place where I actually really enjoy my writing style. It is so rewarding to get positive feedback on something I'm genuinely very proud of! I'm wishing you a good day/night wherever you are :) Thank you for commenting, it really means a whole lot!

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Hello, I've been a big fan of your blog for at least three years now but I wanted to ask what you recommend to people thinking about posting their writing/art online?. I'm a poet and I really want to post my work online but I'm terrified for a number of reasons. Mainly, about not being able to grasp people's attention. (And my work being stolen/ reblogged w/ credit but yk). I love your work and would really like to get your opinion on this.

Hi there lovely!

Thanks so much for the ask, I'm genuinely honored to be sent an ask of this nature; I'll do my best to give you my thoughts on the subject. <3 (I got a little long-winded, I'm really passionate about this. tldr; sharing a piece of yourself in your writing is absolutely terrifying but you should do it anyway.)

When I first started posting my writing (7 years ago?!) in the Sherlock fandom, I was so afraid that people were going to be mean. Literally the only way I could start posting was by telling myself that if everyone hated it, I could just delete it and pretend it had never happened. And I was terrified when I started posting drarry stuff on this blog and I told myself that if even 10 people liked it, that would be enough (I couldn't have imagined how many people would engage with this blog and my fics). Over 350 stories (ranging from 50-100k words) later, I still regularly get nervous about posting things.

I don't know how to get people not to steal other peoples' work. I don't know how to stop ai bots from consuming writing/art and popping out soulless shit because of what it consumed. There are no answers that I can give you on this front.

And if I'm being honest, I don't have the foggiest clue how to grasp peoples' attention. The follows this blog gets and the posts that get attention continue to be a mystery to me; I can't ever guess which things will gain traction and which stories will go dark (and sometimes I get pissy about it- my fic on AO3 with the most kudos is a stupid 1k story that I wrote in 30 minutes while stories that I've spent literal years writing do half as well, but I digress). And there are stories that I see other people writing that I'm obsessed with- their prose, their imagery, their crafting- that don't receive anywhere near as much love as they should and I can't understand that either. It often seems like there is no rhyme or reason to what "does well" and what doesn't.

Which is why I can't let myself get caught up in which stories are well received and which aren't. For me, writing and sharing things can't be about what will get the most reach because I can't base the story's worth (or my own worth) off of that or I'd never post anything at all. Don't get me wrong, I love for my fics to receive kudos/likes, comments, and reblogs- it's a euphoric high. But in the end writing has been about giving myself permission to be free to be an entire person without the constraints I put on myself day in and day out. It's been about putting into words all of my darkness, my fears, my failings, my desires, my wants and needs along with all of my beauty, and strength, and joy, and hope. It's been putting my heart down on a page and believing that the response I receive is less important than the process of self discovery. Over and over, I've written myself the life I want to have; I've written the type of partner I want to have, the type of partner I want to be; I've written about healing and self discovery. Writing for me has been a way to fall in love with myself over and over again, to heal woundedness, to offer myself some hope, some comfort, a dose of encouragement and bravery, a little bit of tenderness when it was scarce.

Reading fanfiction when I was in my early twenties saved my life. I'm not saying this to be dramatic, it is actually true. Reading fanfiction saved me from an abusive relationship and helped to keep me from going back. Reading fanfiction taught me what it meant to be loved well and it changed my standards for myself forever. Part of my desire to pour back into this community stems from that. If there is even one person whose life can be touched in that way, who can realize how lovable they are, who can see how they deserve to be treated and loved, my time was well spent.

I'm not saying that has to be your reason for sharing the gift of yourself. We all write and create for different reasons. But I do believe that all humans were made to create and we were all made to share ourselves in what we make. Share your words for you. Share them as an act of rebellion. Share them as an act of war or change. Share them as a way to express the deepest emotions of your being. Share them because they are a part of your own soul. Share them as an act of self-love and a way of honoring the unrepeatable, beautiful person that you are. Whatever your reason for sharing your words, make it a reason that is about you. You deserve to be seen and loved, to be known in a way that can only happen when you give yourself permission to be vulnerable. There are, in my humble opinion, few things that bare your soul the way that sharing something you've created does. Love yourself enough to give yourself away.

[thedilucharem]

As One Learns And Remembers . . .

This one's being written in honor of my former scalp, which is gone after seeing his birthday art because his boss really outed him like that. I think I do enough with the characterization here and one of them's new, but I think I got the core elements of them down. Self-indulgent as fuck.

In Yujing Terrace . . .

Zhongli: (wiping his mouth with a handkerchief) Mmm. This was a pleasant meal to be had with you. Thank you for inviting me along.

Diluc: (sets down his chopsticks) The pleasure is all mine. Now, for the bill-

Zhongli: (raises his hand) Allow me to pay for it. It's only fair for me to cover the bill.

Diluc: (raises his eyebrow skeptically)

Zhongli: (pulls out his wallet, politely) Please, I insist. It's only fair for me to cover the bill after you invited me out.

Zhongli sets down the payment, including a decent tip.

Diluc: (genuinely surprised) You didn't have to-

Zhongli: (chuckles, teasing lightly) I do have funds of my own, Diluc. I simply need to get into the habit of remembering to have it on my person.

Diluc: (awkwardly coughs into his fist) Of course. It's just a matter of what to expect. Thank you for paying.

Zhongli: (puts his wallet away) Now that the bill settled, shall we go for a stroll before we go to the theater? It would be my treat to take you as there's a limited show playing.

Diluc: (nods, agreeably) Yes, I would like that very much.

Diluc thought that the show itself was quite good, but to him, the fact that Zhongli actually covered the costs was something else entirely.

---

Somewhere in the Southern Wharf . . .

Zhongli: (observing a collection of letter openers, holding one) The carved engraving in the hilt is very intricate . . . (holds it up closer) What do you think of it?

Childe: (leans down to look at it, plainly) I really like the blade itself. It's been made well and looks like it'll do its job well. (turns to the display) Wait, I really like this one! (points to one in particular)

Zhongli: Hm? (looks at what he's pointing at) Oh, that is a nice one.

Childe: (thinking on it) You know, I really might get it. It looks durable enough to function as a shank if I need it to.

Zhongli: (unfazed) And it is for a decent price as well.

Childe: (spies something beyond the stall) Hold on, what is that over there . . . (already going towards that area)

Zhongli: (to the merchant, pulling out his wallet) I would like to purchase that letter opener, please.

The letter opener in a display case is a long silvery blade, dark, finished wood carved with what looks to be fish. The carving is filled with blue resin and the blade is engraved with Liyuen script on the edge. When he received it, Childe was very touched to say the least.

---

At Third-Round Knockout . . .

Zhongli: (waves a waiter over) Another round of drinks and those specialty rice balls for me and my friend, please.

Zhiruo: (nods) Of course, sir. (goes to prepare the food)

Beidou: (still cackling over something he said five minutes ago, fairly buzzed) Archons, that's unbelievable . . .

Zhongli: (turns to her) As unbelievable as it sounds, that is indeed the case. If you had been there to see it yourself, you'd find that it's not as impossible as you'd think to flip a crocodile onto its back.

Beidou: (wipes a tear from her eye) No, not that . . . that's perfectly believable . . .

Zhongli: (confused) Then what's so unbelievable about it? I'm only telling you what happened.

Beidou: (releases a noise akin to a wheeze as she laughs that much harder)

Zhongli: (unable to help but half-heartedly roll his eyes) I know not why you find it so funny, but to each their own, I suppose.

After the refreshments arrive, they chow down and converse some more, their combined energy eventually winding down as the storytelling for the evening starts. Whether Beidou notes that Zhongli paid for the meal this time or not is hardly of any concern at this moment.

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At Heyu Tea House . . .

Itto: You know, Gramps, I had absolutely no idea that Ushi was a fan of tea! Ever since you introduced him to it, it's like he can't get enough of the stuff!

Ushi: (sitting on a cushion, lapping at a bowl of tea) Moo, moo.

Itto: (pats Ushi on the head) You're welcome, buddy! And while we're here, maybe Gramps can show you some more teas later.

Ushi: (pointedly) Moo, moo. Moo.

Zhongli: (considering) You'd like something a bit stronger this time?

Ushi: (firmly) Moo. Moo, moo . . . moo.

Zhongli: (nods) Duly noted. Your taste is quite interesting, Ushi. I may try some of your suggestions myself later.

To help with the translation: Ushi is very direct about his likes and dislikes.

Itto: (digs around his pockets and pulls out a few lollipops, opening one and giving it to Ushi) Here you go!

Ushi: (nabs it with his mouth nudging Itto's hand with his head, muffled) Moo.

Itto: (laughs a little) Don't worry about it, man! (hands a lollipop to Zhongli) You like the fruit punch one, right?

Zhongli: (smiles, taking it) Yes. I am quite fond of the flavor. Thank you, Itto.

Itto doesn't blink when Zhongli pays for Ushi's selection of five teas, but for whatever reason, he feels great about it.

---

At Wangsheng Funeral Parlor . . .

Zhongli: (looking over some documents quietly)

Hu Tao: (suddenly pops up from behind him, clapping her hands on his shoulders, loudly) Boo!

Zhongli: (did not flinch, unfazed) Hello, Director Hu.

Hu Tao: (deflates a little, arms falling away from his shoulders) Aw, I thought I got you for sure that time.

Zhongli: (turns to her) Did you happen to need something from me?

Hu Tao: (perks back up immediately, swinging around to the other side of his desk before rocking on her feet) Only an answer to a question - one question - of mine. (drawn out) So . . . .

Zhongli: (sighs, before asking) What question would you have for me?

Hu Tao: (swiftly goes from bouncy to dead serious) How do you like your gift?

Zhongli: (ponders on it, then says) It is a wonderful gift, Director. (heartfelt) Thank you for seeing it fit to get it for me.

Hu Tao: (eyebrows raised in some surprise, snaps back to her usual self, embellished) You are most certainly welcome, Mr. Zhongli! (bows) As much as I'd love to chat some more, I must leave you to your work. (waves directly in his face) Ta-ta! (dashes out of the room)

Zhongli: (blinks once, then allows himself to laugh a little, fondly) That child . . .

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While we're here: 41 followers! Thanks for sticking around during this dry period. I'm trying to get back into it but the years start coming and they haven't stopped coming for a hot second. As such, I'm quite busy, but I felt I could bust this thing out in one go, so here!

An attempt was made to incorporate the five love languages and I don't know if I was successful or now. Have fun guessing them because I'm still guessing myself. Happy birthday, old man.

I shall continue to perpetuate that Ushi is not only sentient but on the thinking level of the Aranara if not Guoba. There's a brain in that head of his, I'm sure of it.

[mxchellesworld]

company

Spencer Reid x Reader x Luke Alvez

Synopsis; where Spencer invites someone into your bedroom

Warnings; smut, degrading/praise, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), spanking, creampie, if i’m missing any let me know

a/n; woo hoo part 2!! hope yall enjoy the continuation to this little blurb:)

requests are now open

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"Strip and get on the bed on all fours. Luke you take her mouth, I don't wanna hear her whining."

You didn't waste any time in starting to unbutton your dress shirt., shifting your eyes from both men in the room. Both of them watching you like their prey as your outer layers started shedding.

"Stop."

Your hands left the buckle of your belt and went straight to your sides, "Did I do something wrong?" you questioned.

"No bunny you didn't do anything wrong," Spencer said looking down at you. He let his hand travel down from the curve of your face to your shoulder, pulling on the strand of your bra until it fell limp to the side.

You could feel the second pair of brown eyes watching the interaction in awe. Both you and Spencer shifted your eyes over to Luke. The growing tent in his pants and heavy breathing giving him away.

"Alvez I think you should do the honors of taking these off. It's only fair since you look at them so often," Spencer spoke looking the other man up and down.

Luke shifted over closer to the both of you, crossing his arms. You bit your lip at the sight of fabric stretching over his biceps.

"Reid are you sure. We don't have to do this if either of you is uncomfortable."

Spencer let out a dry chuckle at his friends words, "I'm far from uncomfortable but our little bunny might be," he said looking back down at you.

The way you kept rubbing your legs together was a tell of your impending arousal.

"She knows her words if she wants to stop. Tell me them again," he said tapping the side of your cheek.

"Yellow for slow down or change what we're doing. Red means stop Sir."

"Good girl bunny," Spencer praised with a genuine smile, "Now are you gonna keep her waiting?"

Luke kneeled on the bed a few inches away from you gazing in your eyes. You nodded with a smile leaning back on your elbows, spreading your legs as in invitation to the bigger male. He spared Spencer one last glance before letting his hands go to the buckle of your belt.

With steady, strong hands he quickly undid it and moved on to the button and zipper. Soon enough he was tugging your pants down your legs. A groan left his lips at the noticeable wet patch on your cotton panties.

You both looked back up and Spencer for directions on what to do next. You figured Luke was waiting out of respect for being invited in. He didn't really seem like the type to wait for what he wanted.

"All fours bunny and keep that mouth open, tongue out." From that position you were level with the bulge heavy insides Lukes pants.

Spencer spoke up but it sounded distant. You could only guess it was from the chair in the corner of the room.

"Don't hold back now Luke, she's all yours."

Your insides churned in anticipation. Veiny hands came into view as Luke started fiddling with his own belt and pants. You looked up at him and noticed how his jaw was clenched. Shallow breathes leaving his chest.

Your eyes widened once he pushed down his briefs. His cock was thick and tan, veins running along the whole thing leading up to the tuft of curly hair at the base.

One of his hands was in your hair while the other was guiding his length to your awaiting mouth. The salty taste of precum hit your tongue making a moan leave your throat. Slowly he guided it in your warm mouth. Teasing and testing strokes as a preparation for what was to come.

From the corner you could hear another zipper coming down and the ruffling of clothes. You ached to look back and see what Spencer was doing but at the same time you didn't wanna miss a minute of the sight above you.

Luke, who was able to see the view of his taller counterpart was ready to give a show. With both hands placed sturdily in your hair he moved his hips with a quicker rhythm in and out of your mouth.

The sound of his curses and groans went straight to your aching cunt. You could feel the arousal dripping down your thighs.

"Fuck," you heard come from the man above you, "taking this dick so well babydoll."

Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head at the praise. The noises stuck in your throat doing wonders, adding extra stimulation onto the cock deep in your throat.

"God you're so greedy bunny," came from Spencer. His voice got closer until you felt a large warm hand on your behind. You felt the slap before you heard it. Causing another moan to leave your mouth.

You felt a dip in the bed as he settled behind you. A second slap was placed on your other cheek, quickly followed by his hands groping your covered core. His fingers dipped into the sides of your panties tugging them down your thighs.

His slender digits could be felt running through your folds, spreading your arousal. Your hips kept bucking up into his hand as he kept on moving it whenever he got close to where you needed him most.

You knew tears would come to your eyes in no time. Not just from the gagging you were doing but from the constant loss of touch on your needy, weeping pussy.

In a sign of mercy Luke pulled his cock out of your mouth to give you a chance to suck in as much air as you could. A trail of spit from where you lost contact stuck to your chin.

"Did you need something bunny," came from the teasing voice behind you.

You turned your head and looked at him with needy eyes, "Please fuck me Sir."

Luke tugged on your hair, bringing your head to his thigh, "Is my cock not enough for you princessa?" he spoke, accent dripping off his tongue, "you just need every hole filled to be satisfied huh."

Spencer landed another slap to your backside causing you to whimper, "Of course she does. Nothing but a greedy slut whenever cock is around."

Without warning you felt the tip of his cock slide through your folds, coating himself in your essence before sliding in your tight heat. The groan he let out was gutteral. You could feel his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled out and pushed back in.

Luke took this as a sign to slip back in to your mouth. His grip on your hair was anything but soft.

All three of your moans filled the room and probably drifted on to your poor neighbors. The sound of skin slapping and sticky wet sounds echoed off the walls.

"That's it bunny taking both of us so well. Just a little hole for us to fill up," Spencer said drilling into your sopping cunt.

"I'm so close princessa," Luke huffed out, "gonna cum deep down this little throat."

Spencer felt your walls clench at Lukes words and let out a chuckle. With one hand he reached down and spared some attention to your neglected bud. Quick circles caused the heat in your tummy to grow.

Suddenly Lukes motions stopped. Your nose was met with the dark curls as he shot his load in the back of your throat. His groans were like music to your ears. You watched in awe as his chest heaved up and down. The sweat dripping down his neck was visible where his shirt was unbuttoned.

"Swallow it princessa," he said commandingly looking down at you with his lust filled orbs.

There was little hesitation in following his orders. You stuck your tongue out as proof of compliance. He leaned down and met your lips in a rough kiss.

"Such a good little whore for us bunny," Spencer rasped behind you.

You nodded your head, tilting it back for Luke to continue his trail of wet kisses down your neck, "Please wanna cum Sir. Need it please!"

"What do you think Luke? Does she deserve it?"

Both men chuckled at your insistent whines and mewls.

"Go head princessa be a good girl and cum on his cock," Luke whispered before biting on your collar bone.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you felt the waves wash over you. Curses of Spencer's name left your lips as you fell limp onto Lukes lap. The former finishing soon after, ropes of his warm seed filled your insides. He pulled out sitting back on his heels watching the sticky cum drip out of your stretched hole and down your thighs.

The three of you layed on the bed waiting for your breathing to even out. The silence was comfortable until Spencer spoke up, "Lets clean you up bunny." A noise of discontent left your lips as you started to get up.

"I guess I should head out then," Luke said running a hand through his hair.

You and Spencer shared a look before you replied, "I mean you could go..or you could stay. We have a pretty big bathtub. Right Sir," you said looking back up at Spencer.

"Right we do Bunny," he said leading you into the bathroom, "Choice is yours Alvez," he called back with a knowing smirk.

[bunk12bear]

Fancy Meeting You Here Ch 2

@steviesbicrisis

Our boys meet up at the mall and Sparks begin to fly

Steve stared at the slip of cardboard in his hand, tapping his foot rapidly against the cheap linoleum floor of his, Chrissy's and Robin's kitchen. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, Eddie just wanted to catch up. Eddie who he had fantasized about kissing before he was even cognizant of his attraction to men   Eddie who with his doe eyes and dark curly hair was just his type. Eddie who had forgiven him so quickly and flashed a toothy grin that made his knees go weak.

It had been 3 days since they ran into each other at the club and Steve still hadn't worked up the nerve to call him. He took a deep breath, grabbed the phone off the wall and dialed the number.

The ringing seemed to go on forever until finally a familiar voice picked up on the other end.

"You've reached Eddie Munson who's calling?"

"It's uh Steve, Steve Harrington, we ran into each other in Indie,  you gave me your number so we could…catch up." he sammers out.

He hears a chuckle and turns to see Robin in the doorway "Smooth moves King Steeve." she stage whispers.

Steve jerks his head from the phone placing his hand over the receiver and makes a face  at her. "Chrissy, six months," he replies. She makes a face back and walks away.

He pulls the phone back to his ear  "Sorry bout that, Robin was being a menace." he laughs

Eddie chuckles from the other end.  "Listen if its a bad time I can…"

Steve cuts him off , "oh oh no you weren't interrupting, um I moved in with her and her girlfriend after I got disowned. my folks didn't like the whole kissing boys thing." 

There's silence  from the other end before Eddie lets out a low hiss" Christ, I sorry, that sucks about your folks. Uncle Wayne always said they were no good but I didn't realize they go as far as disowning their only kid for liking boys".

"Yeah well, like your uncle said, they're no good." he replies after a moment not sure how much to reveal In this moment.

"If it helps my dad wasn't keen on the whole kissing boys thing either." Eddie's voice is soft and a bit sad. "It's not like he was ever a good dad, it's just… he's still my dad and it still hurts you know."

"Yeah yeah I get it." Steve feels a warmth rising in his chest and a blush forming on his cheeks. 

They sit in silence for a moment and Steve briefly worries that Eddie it's about to hang up until he makes a little coughing noise.

"You said you moved in with Robin and her girlfriend, is she… like us, you know, a friend of Dorothy?" 

"Robin's a lesbian, yes."

"Oh okay cool"

"You probably know who her girlfriend is too." Steve reveals.

"Really who is it?"

"Well. you know those rumors that Chrissy Cunningham ran off and became a lesbian? Well they're true." 

"Chrissy Cunningham? Really? I never got those vibes from her. I always thought she and Jason, whatever his name is, would get married and live that whole 2.5 kids white picket fence life till she realizes she was too good for him and runs off with her yoga instructor or something."

Steve laughed, he had forgotten how descriptive Eddie could be.  

"I think that's what she thought too, you know minus the yoga instructor bit, how do you come up with stuff like that?"

"Come now Stevie, I was the leader of the Dungeons & Dragons Club in high school coming up with elaborate stories off the top of my head is in my bones." 

"Funny you should mention a couple of kids I used to babysit are part of that club now." 

"Really?" The other man seemed genuinely intrigued.

"Yeah they're good kids, they're juniors actually it's crazy to think that they're going to graduate next year." 

"Well I'm glad my little club is in good hands."

"I'm sure they would love to meet you, you know provided you'd be interested."

"I would be honored to meet the young padawans carrying out my humble tradition " 

That's a Star Wars thing,Steve knows that now.

"I'll talk to them next time I see them" he replies, " listen I actually have to go now, me and Robin work at the Scoops Ahoy in the mall maybe you could swing by sometime and we could chat after I'm off work."

"Sounds good, are you working on Thursday?" 

"Yeah from when I get off at six maybe we could head out to the food court and chat over dinner?" Steve is trying desperately to make sure this doesn't seem like a date even though he kind of wants it to be one.

"Sounds like a plan Harrington see you then."

"I'll hold you to that Munson."

Steve wanted to hang up before placing the phone back against his ear hoping Eddie was still on the other end. 

"Before I hang up those things I told you about Chrissy and Robin, those are in confidence, you know that right? I only told you because I got express permission so you can't say anything to anyone about it."

"Of course Harrington, my lips are sealed, Lady Buckley and Lady Cunningham don't have to worry about me "

"Good, see you Thursday." 

"See you Thursday."

With that Steve hangs up for real and leans back against the wall with a dopey smile on his face and the phone still pressed against his chest. 

He can't wait till Thursday.

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Eddie's beat up old van looks almost comically out of place amongst the station wagons and sedans that populated the Starcourt Mall parking lot.

The same could be said for him, Eddie reflects as he enters the mall and checks the map to see where Scoops Ahoy is. Soccer moms shoot him dirty looks. Popular high school girls point at him whispering and giggling behind their hands, no doubt dissecting everything he's wearing. A small group of mall goths stare at him with an odd mix of judgment, admiration and fear on their faces. Being stared at for simply walking around wasn't any more pleasant when they did it but at least they seem to respect his right to be here. 

When he reaches Scoops Ahoy Robin and Steve are preoccupied with customers. Eddie sits down and watches them work. Their uniforms are ridiculous bright blue imitations of sailor suits but he has to admit it Steve somehow makes it work.

The former jock  looks up from his work and spots Eddie  at the table, a dazzling smile spreading across his face, "Hey Eddie, I'll be able to leave as soon as my replacement is done clocking in time I just wait a couple minutes okay?"

Eddie nods and Steve returns to his work.

A few minutes pass and Eddie has started to zone out a bit when felt someone tap his shoulder.

Steve is standing next to the table still in his uniform and Eddie's brain goes  blank for a moment. He hadn't noticed it as Steve's lower half had been blocked by the counter but the uniform apparently included a pair of bright blue shorts that fit tight against Steve's muscular legs, they leave a bit more to the imagination than those tiny basketball shorts used to wear in high school but not much.

"Hey Eddie," Steve said with a wave, "Let's get going, I'm actually starving."

"um…Yeah." he manages once his brain gets back online, "sounds good, lead the way".

Steve nods and begins to walk out of the store and Eddie follows him. They walk in silence for a bit and Eddie swears he catches Steve sneaking glances at him out of the corner of his eye but he brushes off the thought!, why would Steve Harrington, even dethroned as he was, be so invested in looking at him.

"What have you been doing since graduation?" Steve asks 

Eddie looks over at him and the other man smiles at him warmly and genuinely, it makes his stomach do a little flip. "I'm still trying to make it big with my band but in the meantime I'm a mechanic actually, Uncle Wayne got me an apprenticeship with a buddy of his once I was done with school"

"That's actually really cool man, I know  the basics about maintaining and fixing cars since I can't really afford to pay someone else to do it at the moment but maybe you could teach me a bit more about it." Steve laughs lightly and scratches at the back of his neck. 

A hot guy is asking Eddie to teach him how to fix cars, just casually as if that's not a huge goddamn fantasy. His brain short circuits for the third time in less than 15 minutes and he starts to wonder how Steve Harrington of all people has this effect on him.

"Um yeah definitely I'd love to teach you the tricks of the trade." He says bumping Steve's shoulder with his playfully.

"How about your band, how's that going" 

" Really good actually. We've been able to play in some decent venues and not just The Hideout."

"Really? That's great."   

"Oh yeah we played for like 100 entire people last week, we even got paid to do it" Eddie laughs.

"Wow, didn't know I was in the presence of a rockstar." Steve shoots back.

"Come on, don't tease me."

"I'm not, I mean it, I'm glad you're doing well you deserve it" Steve says softly placing his hand on Eddie's forearm.

The world around them blurs for a second as the two men lock eyes, some sort of tension in the air and all Eddie can think about is Steve's hand on his arm and how easy it would be in this moment to just lean in and...

No! 

No, snap out of it Steve had just gotten out of a relationship!  Eddie shouldn't be thinking like that. They were here to catch up, that was all.

"Umm." he said, breaking the tension "God we've been talking all about me and I haven't even once asked about you. So what about you? What has King Steve been doing since he passed on his crown?"

Steve shakes his head a bit and clears his throat, " oh umm, besides Scoops I actually work part-time at a daycare, I want to be a teacher but right now I'm just saving up some money for college while Robin and Chrissy work on their education." 

Eddie's heart swells; he can see the way Steve's eyes take on a new shine when he talks about his daycare job and future in education and was reminded briefly of the small handful of actually enthusiastic teachers who had made School bearable to him.

"That's great!" he responds "The world could use more good teachers"

Steve flashes the same face splitting grin from earlier.

"Thanks man that means a lot." 

They continue to chat through the walk to food, through standing online and ordering their food, and become so wrapped up in their conversation that they sit in those cheap plastic chairs long after their food has been eaten. Steve is in the middle of a story of a crazy adventure he Chrissy and Robin had gotten into when the intercom crackles to life and informs them that the mall will be closing in 10 minutes.

Bitter disappointment pools in Eddie's stomach.

"I can finish the story as we head out to the parking lot," Steve says after a moment. 

Eddie nods and gets up, grabbing the tray from both of their meals and dumps the contents into the nearest garbage bin placing the trays on top then following Steve through the mall.

They end up pausing outside the doors and continuing to chat until the cold becomes too much to handle.

Steve's about to walk back to his car when Eddie grabs his wrist to stop him, "Hey listen man, my bands playing a gig out in Indy over the weekend I'd love for you to come." he says pulling out one of the folded up makeshift flyers the band had been carrying with them and handing it to Steve.

Steve smiles softly eyes crinkling at the corners, "Sounds great Eddie, see you there."

"I look forward to it" Eddie says and the odd tension is back " I should really get going now though it really is cold out here "

 

Steve said goodbye then headed off Into the night.

When Eddie's within the privacy of his own and he places his hands in driving position on the steering wheel forehead resting on the space between them dumb smile playing on his lips.

Steve Goddamn Harrington,who knew?

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #867: Morning Walk (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

8:13 a.m. at the Streets of Smash Town......

Dark Pit: (Walking On the Sidewalks) This is nightmare. This is a LITERAL nightmare I am living at right now. Dealing with Pit-Stain all day is already bad enough as it is, but TWO OF THEM!? ('Sighs Heavily') At this rate, I don't think I'll be able to make it through the year, let alone a-

'Ringtone of Snap Your Fingers by Lil Jon' Plays'

Dark Pit: (Takes his Phone Out of his Pajamas Pocket and Answers It) Hello?

Futuba: (On the Other Line) Goooooood Morning, my favorite edgy Angel Boi!~ How ya doing today?

Dark Pit: Average.

Futuba: You sure about that? You sound more moody than usual. Tell me what's on your mind.

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') Well, if you must know, we have ourselves a visitor earlier this morning. Apparently some kid named Sora is joining the tournament and-

A Giant Dimensional Ring suddenly appears in front of Dark Pit's face. Showing Futuba immediately stickingher head out of it.

Futuba: SORA'S IN SMASH!!!?

Dark Pit: (Taken Back By Futuba's Sudden Entrance and Outburst) ...... That's what I was gonna tell you. Yes. He's at the mansion right now

Futuba: (Already Covering her Mouth in ab Excited Manner) Oh my god....Ohhhh my god....This is happening. I cannot believe this is happening right now.....(Turns to Dark Pit) Are you sure this isn't some kind of elaborate prank everyone in the mansion is doing?

Dark Pit: ('Tch') I wish. But no. It isn't prank. Sora joining the family.

Futuba: ('GASPS') Our family!?~

Dark Pit: ('Sighs Heavily') Yes. Our family. (Quickly Covers Futuba's Mouth With his Hand) Don't squeal. It's too early for that crap.

Futuba: (Nodded While Muffling) Mmokay.

Morgana: (Stick his Head Out of the Ring as Well Along with Lavenza) What's going on here?

Lavenza: We have heard screaming and decided to investigate. Also, good morning.

Dark Pit: (Move his Hand Way From Futuba's Mouth) Morning, squirts. Long story short, S-

Futuba: (Turns to the Duo With a Bright Smile on her Face) SORA'S JOINING SMASH! HE'S FINALLY JOINING SMASH!!

Morgana: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) No way!.... (Begins to Smile Brightly as Well) It's finally happening!?

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly While Clapping Her Hands) Oh what wonderful news!~ I have heard many things about him as of late. It would be an honor to finally meet him in person.

Futuba: Saaaaaammme!~ I already have so many questions to ask him, that I don't even know where to start!! (Squeals Happily) EIIIIIII!~ This has to be the best day ev- (Receives an Annoyed Glare from Dark Pit Before Blushing and Giggling Awkwardly) Sorry, Pitto......

Haru: (Suddenly Sticks her Head Out of the Ring too) Are my ears deceiving me? Is Sora finally participating in the Smash Tournament?

Futuba: (Turns to Haru) You got that right, Momma Haru! The boy is joining us at last!~

Haru: (Gasps While Covering her Mouth) Oh my gosh!~ I've never been so excited for something like this in my entire life!~ Ooh! Do you think I should bake him a welcome cake?

Futuba: Nah. You don't have to do any of that.

Morgana: (Already On the Phone While the Others Are Talking) Hello? Ren?.....Hey. Sorry for waking you and Makoto up this early in the morning, but you will NOT believe the news we received today!

Dark Pit: Yeah, I'm pretty sure our moms back at the Mansion , are already making a giant cake for the keyblade boy as we spe-

Another giant ring appears out of nowhere, showing Ren and Makoto sticking their heads out it as well.

Ren/Makoto: SORA'S JOINING SMASH!!?

Dark Pit: Ow. My ears.

Makoto: (Smiles Sheepishly) S-Sorry, Pitto-san....We didn't mean to yell like that.

Ren: Yeah. It's like, literally the first thing we've heard about this morning and we're ecstatic about it already.

Dark Pit: (Starts Rolling his Eyes) 'Course you are. But yeah, it's true. S-

Suddenly, three more rings begins to appear out of nowhere one by one. As the rest of the Phantom Theives finally makes their appearance.

Ann/Shiho: SORA'S JOINING SMASH!!~ (Happily Squeals Loudly While Jumping Around With One Another) AHHHHHHH!~

Dark Pit: (Winches A Bit Before Sighing Once More and Covering his Ears) There goes my eardrums again......

Ryuji: (Couldn't Believe What is Happening) This is all for real right? No bullshiting?

Ren: (Gives his Best Bro a Confident Smirk) No bullshiting.

Ryuji: (Finally Begins to Smile Brightly While Giving Ren a Firm Handshake) Ahhh hell yeah, dude!! And here I thought that would never happen. This is great!

Yusuke: It is a glorious news indeed. But um.....who....is this Sora person exactly?

'Record Stretch'

Much to everyone's shock, the gang slowly begins to turn their heads towards the young, inspiring artist.

Ryuji: Dude. You.....seriously have no idea who Sora is?

Yusuke: Well, I do know that the name itself also means sky in Japanese. But other than that, I......don't think I have the slightest of clues.

Futuba: Interesting trivia there, Inari. But I'll keep you up to speed. Sora is a keyblade wielder who grew up in Destiny Islands with his two buds Riku & Kairi. He's kind, goofy, upbeat-

Dark Pit: And is practically Pit-Stain 2.0.

Futuba: (Immediately Pouts at Dark Pit) Oh come on! They're not THAT similar from one another. At least Sora can read!

Makoto: Futuba!

Futuba: What? I'm just stating the difference here. Everyone knows that.

Meanwhile Back at the Mansion

Pit: (Sudden Place his Hand on his Forehead)

Sora: (Turns to Pit) You okay there, Pit?

Pit: Sort of? I dunno..... I think I felt kinda sad all of sudden. Like, I was insulted or whatever.

Sora: (Gives Pit a Reassuring Smile) Hey, no matter what anyone say, I think you're pretty great already.

Pit: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness Before Guving Sora a Hug) You too, new buddy!~

Everyone: Awwwwwww!~

Back in the Streets

Dark Pit: Look, I know they have difference from one another, but that doesn't really change the fact that the both of them are annoying goody two shoes. Hell, the Sora guy might be even worse in that aspect than Pit-Stain in comparison!

Ren: Maybe, but it still wouldn't hurt to give him a chance, you know?

Futuba: Yeah and who knows? You two might end up be the bestest friends ever.

Dark Pit: Highly doubt that would happen. But.....('Sighs in Defeat') Worth a shot, I guess.

Futuba: (Smiles Brightly) That's the spirit. Now who's ready to meet the Keyblade Hero!?

Everyone: (Cheers in Rejoice)

Dark Pit: HOLD ON!

' A Bit of Silence'

Dark Pit: Before we do anything at all....(Holds Up his Phone) I need to tell my girlfriends about this and visit them.

Lavenza: Are they fans of Mr. Sora as well?

Dark Pit: Kyoko is. (Already Making the Call) Misako likes Axel more.

Ryuji: Nice.

'Beeeeeeeeeeeep'

Misako: (Yawning From the Other Line) Hello?

Dark Pit: Hey. Misako, it's me. Sorry to wake you, but Is Kyoko with you?

Misako: Uh...Yeah. She's already waking up right now. Kyoko, our boyfriend's calling us!

Kyoko: (Yawning on the Other Line as Well) Good morning, Pitto-Kins......

Dark Pit: Morning. Cute yawn by the way.

Kyoko: (Giggles Softly) Thank you~

Misako: Babe, are you just calling us to rate our yawns or something?

Dark Pit: No. I'm calling you to tell you something big is happening earlier this morning.

Misako: Really? Like what?

Dark Pit: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking Again) Okay. You guys remember Sora right?

Misako: A Keyblade wielder who wears big ass shoes? Yeah, we remember.

Dark Pit: And do you remember the new fighters that have been participating in the tournament lately?

Misako: Yeah.......

Dark Pit: Alright. Well.... apparently the last fighter have been chosen. And guess who that might be?

Misako: .......Noo. You don't mean......

Dark Pit: Yeeeup. It's him.

Misako: Holy shit....

Kyoko: Misako, what are you guys talking about?

Misako: It's Sora, Kyoko. He's joining Smash.

Kyoko: ('GASPS') SORA!?

Misako: Yep.

Kyoko: A-As in.....THE SORA!?

Misako: That's exactly what I just said. Yes.

Kyoko: ......................

Dark Pit: Kyoko?

Kyoko: Pitto-Kins?

Dark Pit: Uh...Yeah?

Kyoko: Where are you right now?

Dark Pit: On the Sidewalks. We're heading to your place right now-

Kyoko: AWESOME! Miski and I do my very best to get ourselves ready once you get here, okay!?

Dark Pit: Uh yeah. Sure. (Starts Snickering) Also, "Miski"?

Misako: Shut up.

Kyoko: Oh and Misako?

Misako: Uhhh....Yeah, babe?

Kyoko: As of right now.....YOU OWE ME TWENTY FUCKING DOLLARS!!

Misako: Owe you-......(Starts Groaning Once She Realized What Kyoko is Talking About) ('Uggggh') Shit. I remember us making that dumb bet at one point......

Kyoko: As you should. Now if you'll excuse me, MOMMA'S GETTING HERSELF READY!!!

'STOMP' 'STOMP' 'STOMP' 'STOMP'

Misako: ('Sigh') That girl is gonna be the death of us one of these days.....And now I have to cough up my twenty bucks to her thanks to you, babe.

Dark Pit: Hey, it ain't my fault the two of you made that dumb bet.

Misako: I know....But in my defense, I SERIOUSLY didn't think he would make it in.

Dark Pit: I didn't with, but....here we are.

Misako: Yeah. But in the meantime, I might as well get myself ready for the day too. ('Sigh') Make sure Kyoko is on her best behavior while I'm at it.

Dark Pit: Cool. We'll be there in a few.

Misako: 'Kay. Love you.

Dark Pit: Love you dorks, too. Later.

Call End

Dark Pit: (Takes a Deep Breath Again While Putting Phone Back in his Pocket) ...........So to my girlfriends' house?

Everyone: (Cheers in Rejoice) TO YOUR GIRLFRIENDS' HOUSE!

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Stone Skipping || CH1 ; 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴

In the midst of their pleading, rickety lines overcame [name]'s vision. They were wild and quickly spread throughout the darkness that encased them, spreading hope within the depths of their heart. Light seeped through these cracks, and before they knew it..

The darkness was no more. 

First, it was their eye. Their actual sight had returned. From what [name] could tell, the stone pieces were cracking and surely falling off from their body. Then, they looked around the environment. Unlike only-Senku-knows-how-long ago, nature had completely taken over the area they were in. The plants were lush and green, the trees so tall that they practically reached the sky, the vines grew over and into anything they could grasp, there were no signs of buildings or any man-made structures. Instead, what greeted them besides green, green, and even more green, were two pairs of beady little eyes staring at their form, in what [name] could gather, to be perplexity. They were curious, but at the same time, were keeping their distance.

Monkeys, their mind helpfully supplied. Monkeys that have most likely never seen a human, or a bipedal for that matter, in what I could only assume to be a very long time. 

Deciding to move, they tried to wriggle their fingers, but to no use. It was still stuck, so they left it be for now. Instead, they inspected the pieces of stone gathering around their shoulders, and slowly but surely turned their head, accelerating the process. It's working. More pieces of stone fell from their head and hair, until finally, most of them had already fallen. [name]'s head and neck being free for the most part, they turned it to the side to look for any of her friends. 

Unfortunately, no one could be seen. 

[name] frowned. Not much better than being in that darkness. 

Alright, that's enough. I shouldn't stay stationary for too long. They fought against the restriction caused by the stone, successfully freeing their hands. Then, their arms followed, their upper half, and last but not least, their lower half. They slid down to the floor, sighing. The school uniform as well as the lab coat had completely disappeared from their body, leaving them open. [name] would be more embarrassed, if it weren't for the state of the world they were in.  It shouldn't matter as much as it did before

. 

Still, prioritizing clothes should be pretty high on the list. 

The teenager stood up, walking over to a patch of vines and leaves nearby. They took some and placed them on their body, acting as temporary clothes. It's been so long that their feet had been merged in the ground, and upon their movement, had left heavy footprints. 

Out of nowhere, the loud screeches of other monkeys echoed throughout the forest, making [name] look towards their general direction. The ones that were staring them down a while ago had ran away at the sound, returning the screeches. I should avoid that area, who knows what's there that made them run away in fear. Instead of going towards there, they chose to continue forward. Statues surrounded the teen from all sides, all varying in sizes. Adults and children, all frozen in the very same state they were in prior. Most look to be running away, or at the very least, must have been trying to before they got petrified. Several of them had missing body parts ranging from arms, to legs, to even pieces of their head. Their hands reached out, their expressions horrified, their mouths open to call for help.

But no one came. 

They stopped, head tilting to the side. To their left, they see a person sitting down on what it seems to be tree's huge roots. He was extremely muscular. His abs showed easily, and his whole body was buff. He leaned on his knees, while his long hair was left covering his expression. They weren't close enough to see the rest, but they didn't need to. They already knew who he was, after all.

Shishio Tsukasa, the strongest high school primate. 

Or at the least, that's who he was towards the others. 

However, to [surname] [name], he wasn't that. 

He was only the kind acquaintance who had helped the [hair color]-haired student during his spare time in the library. 

Taking note of the male's location in their head, they returned their gaze forward and journeyed once more. They passed by more statues, more broken pieces, more people frozen in time. More monkeys stayed in the trees and watched the teen carefully, not making any other move or noise. The only thing that [name] could pick up that had continued to change was the lessening of green. The plants, grass and trees were still abundant; however, as they moved further away from their origins, more land began to show itself compared to before.

The statues, just like her feet had been submerged in the dirt, had merged with the mountainside. 

Least to say, it wasn't a pleasant sight. [name] immediately frowned and looked away, not wanting to focus on them any more than they already have. 

Petite hands carefully pushed aside vines that had obstructed their vision, and lo and behold, the next scene made [name] smile and hold a chuckle to themselves.

"I'm going to build everything back up from zero.. A scientific civilization advanced enough to go back to space..!" 

There he was, the man of the hour, kneeling down on one knee. He held a stick in his right hand, and on his left, he held down a log. Like them. his body was covered by a patch of leaves and vines. It seems that they hadn't taken notice of them quite yet. They watched as he spun the stick against the log repeatedly, but to no result. 

Sen-chan's getting frustrated.. 

This time, they couldn't help the chuckle that escaped their lips. 

The sound immediately made Senku stop, and slowly, he turned around. His eyes widened, and the look of disbelief as well as the smallest relief in his red eyes was evident as he called out their name. They smiled at him softly, moving towards his side, just as they had done all those years ago, in the Science Clubroom.

"Sen-chan.. it's been a long while." 

Senku smirked in response, waving offhandedly. "Yeah. Now help me out, won't you?"

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The taller of the two slumped down to the ground, groans of exhaustion escaping his mouth. [nickname] and I alone can't manage this for very long. The brute strength moron Taiju could do this, and even the handicrafts club's ultra skillful Yuzuriha could manage this no problem. [nickname] probably could spark it up by twisting this stick too, but how am I gonna do it especially with this humid air?! He called for his friend, only to receive no response. Speaking of that shortie..

He looked around. All he did was slump down to rest, and the [hair color]-haired teen was already gone from his sight. Where'd they go? 

Groaning once more, he moved to stand up, but was immediately pushed back down by familiar petite hands. "Rest, Sen-chan." [name] smiled, patting his head affectionately. "We can't have the scientist running out of fuel." Reluctantly, he did as they wished, watching as they sat down on the ground as well. They adjusted their position for a few moments, before bringing out.. a flower crown? 

Senku deadpanned, not able to hold back his grumpy retort. "Out of all the things you could have made, you made a flower crown. Really, [nickname]?" They laughed in response as they placed it on his head and fixing his hair. "I just wanted to know what your reaction was gonna be if I showed that first, Sen-chan. That's not just all I did, don't worry.." With a smile, [name] moved aside to show the objects sitting on the ground behind them, making Senku's smirk from earlier return.

Different kinds of rock have different uses. Chert is hard as hell, which makes it perfect for making a small knife out of. 

"Already way ahead of me, huh?" 

We'll investigate everything, and experiment with it all!

Taking the objects in his hold, he turned back to the teen. They stood, smiling and waiting for his next move. They were ahead of him, as if they shared the same brain he did. As if they were already connected to begin with. 

I don't have claws or fangs. All I have is my steady, straight-forward ingenuity and them.

[nickname], the jack of all trades, but master of none, my friend and assistant.

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"Will you do the honors?" 

Not bothering with a reply, [name] neared the log and with barely any difficult, twisted the stick quickly. Smoke began to appear, so they stopped, buried it into a pile of leaves, and blew, watching as the fire slowly but surely spread. Senku, with the use of the axe that the shorter had made, quickly cut down more pieces of wood, before adding them to the lit up pile. A grin spreading on his face, he stared it down along with the [hair color]-haired teen. 

There are a surprising number of animals that use tools. Crows, racoons, orangutans. But, of all species in this world.. there is only one that uses science! 

"Generating heat from the oxidation of gas released from cellulose. In other words.. combustion." 

[name]'s eyes stayed on the flames. The gradient colors sought their attention and refused to let it go from their grasp. It danced along with the calm whispers of the wind. Not turning their head, they spoke, "Sen-chan, you have a goal don't you?" For once, their voice had wavered, uncertainty seeping through. So much uncertainty that he couldn't help but detest the sound of it. 

It was strange and illogical, especially considering he had wanted an inkling of emotion to show through aside from just that dead smile. But now.. the sight was detestable. Nonchalantly, he faced them, turning his whole body. He picked at his ear using his pinky and replied, "Of course I do. I'm going to restore the civilization from before, and then I'll proceed with my end-goal."

The same smile appeared on their face.

Senku supposed it was better than hearing doubt and uncertainty. 

"I figured you'd say that." Turning their head, the small smile he had gotten used to.. was gone. 

Instead, what replaced is a genuine grin, full of hope, happiness, and whole-hearted belief. "I have no doubt that you'll reach that goal. No, I'll ensure it. Ishigami Senku will reach his goal, and I will utilize myself so." 

[name]'s whisper barely audible to his ears, but despite that, their voice and words echoed like a broken record throughout his head, unending. Yet, despite the determination and positivity it was supposed to bring, it brought a bit of the unexpected. His stomach did flips and flutters, dread and apprehension seeping in his bones.

 Stop wording it like that, he wanted to say. I don't like it.

He couldn't bring himself to do that, and instead, faked a grin in return.

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Since then, the two had worked together for days on end. On the way, they had achieved not only clothing, but a decent settlement up on the tree. It wasn't anything fancy, however, it wasn't too shabby either. 

"Kukuku, the birth of every boy's dream treehouse! Now, we've finally collected all the necessities for survival." Senku spoke triumphantly, staring up at the building they had made. [name], a flower-crown adorning their head, adjusted their matching skirt from beside him, smiling. "Sen-chan did a good job.." 

He chuckled dryly, "You say that as if you didn't do half of the stuff we needed to do without me saying anything." His smirk was stripped from his face as he continued blankly, "Now then.. It's about time. My 'ignoring all fatigue would be most logical' switch is at its limit.." With that, he collapsed completely, expecting to land harshly on the ground, but was pleasantly surprised to land on [name]'s arms instead. They adjusted his body gently, making sure that he was comfortable as they smiled down at him, shaking their head in amusement. They pat their skirt before sitting down, relaxing.

Senku, too tired to complain, just let his body lay in their hold. Damn it, even with [nickname] here.. Just surviving is taking every ounce of energy out of me. Let alone time for science progress.. I can't just let them do all the work. They'll get burnt out too, as much as they try to hide it. His nose scrunched at the thought. That'd be a bad scenario. If worst comes to worst for me, at least [nickname] will be able to cover in my stead. But if it happens to them instead, I wouldn't be able to do the same. I'm lucky that they could even catch animals often while doing manual labor. 

If there was at least one more person.. someone with lots of physical strength and stamina. Someone who wasn't either of us.

"You know, Sen-chan, we both started from the area we got petrified in, right?" This time, [name]'s smile was knowing. "Perhaps we should pay Tai-chan a visit?" Senku smirked up at them for the nth time, "You just read my mind." They carefully pulled him up, dusting his shoulders and skirt as they did. 

A few minutes of walking later, they watched as Senku walked again towards the hand reaching out from the ground. He begins digging, making [name] follow suit. Slowly but surely, they uncovered the statue, revealing it to be Taiju. This was the very same expression he had three millennia ago when he had gotten petrified. [name] assumed that he was protecting Yuzuriha just as Senku had tried to, but got separated just as they had.

[eye color] eyes softened as they see the quick relieved expression that passed by his face.

He stared down at their friend in silence, smirking not too long after. "Kukuku," he snickered, "Now there's a face I was so sick of seeing, I never thought I'd want to see again." [name] shook their head in amusement. What a lie, Sen-chan. "It's been a good long 3,700 years, hasn't it, you big clumsy oaf?" 

Senku repeatedly tapped on the face of Taiju's statue, beaming innocently. "And now it's time for Senku's Investigation Lab to begin! C'mon, you oaf.. What's it gotta take to get you to revive like [name] and I did?" Wait.. speaking of [nickname], red eyes glanced over at the shorter's form, who merely sat on their knees, looking at the sky. I haven't asked for the details of their revival yet. 

Sensing the male's stare, [name] instantly turned their head to him and tilted their head. What is it? They seem to be asking. "About your revival.. I haven't asked about the details yet. Mind telling me?" Was it dark for you as it was for me? Were you keeping yourself conscious 24/7? I was holding on for my goal, but how about you..? What on Earth could have kept you going so much that you ended up going as far as to wait 3,700 years just as I had done? 

"It was dark." His eyes snapped back to their body, finding them to be looking at the sky once more. "I hated it there, because I was alone and it felt cold. I was really lonely." He wasn't usually keen on affection, but.. Senku couldn't help but feel sad, and gave their shoulder a pat. They didn't sound saddened, and somehow, that alone was enough to make him feel sympathy. [nickname].. Softer than he had intended, he asked again, "What kept you going?" 

The tiny frown and the smallest of shrugs is what he received, and the taller couldn't help but feel aghast. "I'm not sure. I just imagined seeing you guys on the other end of the road.. and somehow, that alone was enough. I knew you were going to be alive even back then, because that's just how Sen-chan is." Senku snickered, "You're not wrong there. Your assumption, as illogical as it would be for other people, is ten billion percent correct." 

He turned back to Taiju and waved offhandedly, as if shooing away the [hair color]-haired teenager's worries away from them. "Don't worry about it now. Let's make that a temporary goal of ours, and I'll help you out. That's the least I can do for you, considering you did most of the manual labor to get us where we are right now." 

[name] smiled thankfully. "What are your possible theories, Sen-chan?" The taller of the two stared at the ground in thought. "I have quite a few." 

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Not long after he had explained, they walked back to Senku's spot of origin. The two had figured that it was an external source, and so, here they were, standing in front of a cave. Just like everything else, the entrance of the cave was overrun with vines and roots from the tree above, but fortunately enough for them, the opening was not occupied to the point of no enter. 

The stone pieces closest to our heads had fallen first, with further pieces laying on top of them. In other words, when we had revived, it started from my head first. There must be some kind of key behind that direction! Red eyes widened as he caught sight of dripping from above. "Nitric acid.." Mumbled the shorter, making Senku nod in acknowledgement.

The male faced his [hair color]-haired friend. "Do you have any body parts that are still left petrified?" They nodded to his question, exposing their shoulder behind their clothing, revealing one medium-sized covering of stone. "Geez, you were doing manual labor even with a stoned shoulder? You should have told me." [Name] cheekily grinned at his grumbled response, replying, "No use grumbling about that now," with a giggle. "Besides, it only aches. It doesn't hurt like a wound or bruise would." 

Senku rolled his eyes. Sometimes, he gets exasperated at the cheekiness of his friend. Honestly, the male turned back towards the dripping nitric acid. "Should I try it out with my shoulder?" They were surprised to receive a shake of his head. "No, it's better if you don't. If it goes wrong, you'll most definitely get affected negatively. That'll hinder our efforts and progress, not to mention you'll likely to get hurt." Instead, the scientist plucked a few strands of hair from the back of his neck, where small pieces of stone had stuck. 

[name] watched as Senku walked forward towards the nitric acid and holding the hair strand out. Upon contact, the stone immediately burst into pieces. The grins on the two's faces matched as they made eye-contact. Immediately, the assistant rushed off to get a jar they had made and handed it to him, watching as the nitric acid started piling up within. 

Not too long after they had placed the jar underneath it, the nitric acid had been filled almost completely, and Senku rushed to take it from the younger's hold. He splashed it on Taiju's face and sit down criss-cross, waiting. [name], after patting their skirt, sat on their knees beside him. They waited in silence, expecting the third person of their quartet to wake up. 

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Nothing. 

Senku looked at the statue in confusion. Deciding to wait a bit more, he started whistling familiar songs out of boredom, [name]'s humming harmonizing with it. 

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Senku's face started contorting weirdly, making the shorter of the two of them choke and laugh. "Sen-chan, your faces are still as weird as ever." He grumbled in response, saying, "Don't laugh at me." This only proved to make them chuckle more. 

After a short snickering fit, they turned serious once more, facing the statue of Taiju. "It isn't that easy then.. Something between us and him must be different." They shared a nod. Senku rushes back to their investigation lab, leaving [name] behind. The said teenager quickly took out more jars and placed them on the ground. They placed the first one under it before backing away, looking around for something to do. 

Now that they look closely, there were flowers here too. 

Taking it into their hands, they started skillfully weaving a flower crown. Occasionally, they'd get up and take replace the jar before going back to their sitting position and continuing the flower crown. With all the jars filled and covered with animal cloth, they carefully balanced it within their hold, walking ever so slowly back to their destination. 

By the time they arrived, Senku had multiple birds on the floor. Tiny amounts of nitric acid were noticeable on them just as much as there were on some statue's heads, making it evident that he had been experimenting with the amount they had gathered prior. Senku sat criss-cross on the floor, frustrated with the lack of progress. Why did the nitric acid only work on us? He pressed his two fingers on the side of his forehead. It didn't have a single effect on Taiju, the swallows, or any of the statues I tested it on.. But why?!

What's the difference between them and us? Think! Even just a hypothesis is fine! Think! Thi—

clink, clink, clink 

His thoughts, interrupted by the sounds of three jars gently being put down, caught his attention, making his red eyes dart over to [name]. They stared at him, blinking slowly. Their presence immediately brought an idea to his head, and soon, he sat up hurriedly, escaping to the cave of nitric acid they had found. What he left behind was a smiling [name], having pieced together his string of thought. 

I've figured it out! 3,700 years.. that whole time, we were both still fully conscious! 

The brain burns about 400kals a day. Over three thousand and seven hundred years, that comes out to over two trillion joules of energy.

[name] hummed, sitting down and looking down on the sky.

E=mc² is the foundation of science. Energy can never be created from nothing!

He breathed heavily, but did not stop, not until he had arrived at the entrance of the cave, staring. 

That means.. that if Senku-chan / [nickname] and I can get rid of that something, then he/we can undo the petrification!

For now, the of us have got to experiment. It doesn't matter what. We just have to keep experimenting!

[name] sighed, picking at their fingers. There would only be one conclusion that they would resort to until Senku is able to recover their friends back.

On the other side, Senku poured the rest of the remaining nitric acid to bigger containers, sweat increasing by the second. I really wanted to try nital, the standard industrial corrosive agent.. Damn it, I don't have any alcohol.. It's so frustrating! 

"Just believe, Sen-chan.."

A smile. 

Another whisper lost to the wind. 

Keep experimenting.. Keep experimenting.. Keep experimenting! The phrase repeated itself in his head like a chant, beckoning him, tempting him, no, making him do it. 

Senku bit harshly into his thumb swiping it on his collar right after. Don't forget.. No matter how much this petrification seems like fantasy.. 

"No matter how long," they mumbled. "Sen-chan will achieve it. I believe in him, and I'm sure they do too." They dusted off their skirt after they moved from their position. A short walk towards the cave, they see Senku struggling with Taiju in his hold. "There is not enough manpower around here, even with you and me, [nickname]." Senku panted out.

"That's why you gotta hurry up and eat that nitric acid to wake up already! The hell's taking you so long, you scruffy-headed scatter-brained oaf? Your little sibling will collapse if they continue to work this hard unsupervised!" He stepped not too harshly on Taju's head, making [name] shake their head. "That's an exaggeration, Sen-chan," they grumbled.

"Is not," he replied right back. 

They rolled their eyes in reply, making Senku snicker. 

"Besides," he turned back to the statue, "I know you want to wake up too! For the past three thousand and seven hundred years, you've wanted it.. because you're just like me and [name]. You can't stand to give on anything, especially with a goal!"

Senku grit his teeth and continued, "I believe in you. [name] believes in you. We both believe in you, and we'll wait as long as it takes.. because neither of us can't do this without you." 

Various emotions showed on his face, from sadness to want. The shorter of the two placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling before speaking in sync, 

"Come back, Taiju!"

[author-a-holmes]

Underwing Challenge Day 3

"Who is your main cast? Describe as many of your OCs as you can cram into one post."

(Event Link) - (Day One) - (Day Two)

As many as I can cram into one post? Whooo-boy, you have no idea what you've asked for <3

Because Stolen is a Fantasy Romance, it's written in Third Person Close/Limited from the points of view of Stella Korazon and Reilly Mosswolf.

Stella Korazon

"Loving someone forever is the easy part, so long as you actually love them in the first place." - Stella

At the start of Stolen, Stella is a young but very talented thief. She was raised by her Da', Colm Korazon in a wagon that they used to travel the East Coast caravan route of Moryann.

Her greatest skills include being able to read a persons body language, and her pick-pocketing. She was taught how to fight, but her preferred reaction is to evade, dodge, run, or a mixture of the three.

Physically she's small. Short, and very slim, and with long blonde hair to her waist/hips and large blue eyes that make her look younger than she is, a look that she often uses to her advantage.

Stella's also a very good mimic, she can copy people's patterns of speech and behaviors as long as she's given sufficient time to study them.

Her biggest disadvantage is innocence. While Stella isn't naive to the dangers of Moryann, or the darker sides of the world she lives in, her Da' always encouraged social isolation. Teaching her to trust him, herself, and no one else. This makes for a strange dichotomy to her character that I enjoy playing with where she might be able to flirt with a mark and fluster them enough to rifle through their pockets unnoticed, but blush and stumble when being on the receiving end of genuine thanks or kindness.

Reilly Mosswolf

"You're in trouble, and I can help. Do I need more of a reason than that?" - Reilly

Reilly's parents were murdered when he was very young. He's elven, so very young for him was around 22 years, the developmental equivalent to mid-teens.

After his parents death, Reilly had his younger sister to look after, so he took to stealing. He was rather bad at it, and was caught. Luckily, for him, but the Guild Master of the Antillune Thieves Guild, Aldune Lamuird.

Instead of turning Reilly over to the guard, he took Reilly and his sister into the guild and looked after them, training both siblings himself when they expressed a desire to learn the trade.

At the start of Stolen, Reilly is 252 years old, and the current guild master having inherited his position from Aldune. Despite that he, and the guild, are in trouble.

For the previous year or two, there has been a rival guild from the Western side of Moryann beginning to encroach on the Antillune Guild's territory and while it hasn't yet escalated to an all out war, tensions are building.

Not least because around 6 months prior, Reilly's sister was found dead, having been clearly tortured. While Reilly is sure that the rival guild are responsible, he has no evidence and won't put the thieves under his protection at risk for a personal vendetta.

Physically, Reilly has the black eyes and sun-burnished skin of his mother's Desert Elf heritage. He also has black hair that he keeps shoulder length, and a scruff of a beard that helps give a messy edge to a face that would otherwise stand out in a crowd. He also has the traditional Forest Elf tattoo's that span from shoulder to wrist along his left arm; His family history written in elven.

His strengths are his experience, and his willingness to listen to opinions and advice other than his own. Reilly is a strong fighter, and Aldune taught him to carefully balance the racial specific talents of both his parents bloodlines, and to use them to his advantage. He has the powerful blows that belong to the forest clans, but the speed of the desert elves, making him a formidable opponent before he even picks up a blade.

Reilly's biggest disadvantage is his fear of losing people. Over the years, Reilly has lost almost everyone he's ever loved or cared for. His parents, Aldune, his sister Eryn, even a lover or two. He has an inner circle of people he relies on within the guild, six people he trusts above all others, but his best friend and the only one truly able to get through to him is Dara Brookor.

Reilly uses nicknames and pet-names to distance himself from his guild members, giving the illusion of closeness, but using the affectionate names to distance himself, and make sure he can't put a real name to a face should one of the people under his protection turn up dead.

It's when Reilly begins to use a person's real name, that they've truly begun to worm their way under his armor.

***

Stella and Reilly are surrounded by a small supporting cast, each of whom has a very important part to play in either the main characters lives, or the main plot, although that may not come to fruition within the first book...

Dara Brookor

"So you're trying to tell me that, when you realised you were developing a meaningful connection to a person you have known for less than a decade, you didn't panic, pull back, and avoid them like a complete moron?" - Dara

Dara runs most of the administrative side of the Antillune Thieves Guild. She handles all the records, job allocations and thief payments, and is also responsible for pairing up thieves whose skills will compliment each other.

She's also the best friend to Reilly Mosswolf. She met Reilly, and his sister Eryn, when they were attempting to steal from one of her clients. Before joining the guild, Dara ran a brothel in Antillune, and when Eryn Mosswolf tried to disguise herself as an employee to get close to her target, Dara interfered in an attempt to protect her staff.

Once the situation was explained, she ended up helping Eryn and Reilly with their job, and occasionally passing along information on good targets if a client tried to skip out on their bill.

Dara is over six feet tall, and almost half as broad, which is the only sign of her part ogre heritage. She has honey-blonde curls that she keeps cut to her jaw, and dark blue-green eyes.

She made good use of her imposing form to keep her staff protected and her clients in line, but eventually her establishment was set on fire by a competitor, which is when Reilly asked her to work for him instead, in the administrative side of the guild.

The fact that it meant Reilly got out of most of the paperwork was, he swears, simply a bonus.

Dara's strength is her ability to connect with people. While she isn't a thief, her long history in Antillune has given her a network on contacts across the city that feed her a steady supply of information, and Dara can quickly utilise those contacts to seek out any specific leads she or the guild needs.

Her weakness is that she doesn't want to think badly of anyone, and it can cloud her judgement. She doesn't automatically look for deceit and deception, which has often led to her finding herself in dangerous situations.

Thankfully, Dara strikes an intimidating form, can curse like an Antillune sailor, and knows how to wield blades well enough to back up her threats.

Myris Orinan

"I am not the youngest graduate from the college of Wizardry in nearly two centuries for nothing." - Myris

Myris Orinan is, simply put, a genius.

A forest elf in possession of extremely powerful elemental magic, Myris is one of only 3-4 people in Moryann who can control all four branches of elemental magic and manipulate them simultaneously to access the rare Kurro or Healing magic.

He completed his training at the College of Wizardry in less than 100 years, making him one of the youngest graduates to ever complete the training and he is also passable-to-fluent in over ten languages.

Myris is also entirely mute.

Married to Tanar Orinan, the pair met when Tanar had been hired to steal something from the library in the College of Wizardry. Myris discovered the thief, mid-job, because he'd been working late into the night and bound Tanar before demanding an explanation for his presence.

Tanar agreed to surrender the book, and forfeit the contract, in exchange for being allowed to court Myris and the pair were quickly inseparable.

Due to this close association with the Antillune Guild, however, Myris was attacked, kidnapped, and tortured for information on the guild, and on Reilly Mosswolf in particular.

Even though, at the time, he had no knowledge to give, his attackers punished him for withholding information by forcing an alchemical mixture into him that burnt away his vocal chords, effectively rending his magic useless as it's commonly accepted that without the ability to speak a spell, spellcasters and wizards are rendered powerless.

Myris proved everyone's theories on elemental magic wrong however by slowly developing his own language using hand positioning and finger shapes to communicate words and phrases, and with practice and strength of will he gradually taught himself how to cast spells with a non-verbal trigger, instead of a spoken one.

While Myris has physically recovered as well as he can from the experience, and his magic is as strong as ever, despite requiring more effort to cast non-verbally, Myris has been left with a powerful hatred of Vine, and an ever encroaching fear that such an attack will happen again.

After his recovery, and several assessments by the College to prove that he could continue to retain his Wizard title, Myris moved to the Antillune Thieves guild to work as their wizard in residence, providing wards and magical services to the guild in exchange for a modest fee and even working to create unique items to help the guild function better and to keep its members safer.

Myris does not leave the Guild grounds without Tanar by his side, and even then only in exceptional circumstances. If he is required to leave the guild for any reason, it also tends to leave him with nightmares for several weeks.

Honorable Mentions

I had some others I was going to do but this is so long already, and I'm already 7 hours into Day Four that I'm pushing them into an honorable mentions section instead.

Tanar Sotor Orinan, Indre Larieth, Lurall Penrith and Nilion Kurez are all additional members of the guilds Inner Circle.

Tanar is half plains elf and half human, and is married to Myris. He used to be the thief partner to Eryn Mosswolf after Reilly was made guild master.

Indre Larieth is a half-elf who was recruited by Nilion Kurez, but has remained steadfastly loyal to Reilly for many years. Due to her Snow Elf heritage she can appear stand-offish and cold, but she cares deeply for her chosen few, and will go to extraordinary lengths to do whatever she thinks is nessecary to protect them.

Lurall Penrith was once trained by the Ikhari guild of assassins. It wasn't a path he chose, but instead of running her decided to become good enough that the guild would have no choice but to allow him to leave. After he met Reilly, he leveraged the backing of another guild to convince the Ikhari to let him walk away. Lurall now runs the Guild Outpost in the Western Desert, but frequently visits Reilly in Antillune.

Nilion Kurez is a Forest Elf, and has been a member of the Antillune thieves guild since Aldune Lamuird founded it. He helped write many of the guilds laws, and has known Reilly most of his life, having watched him grow up inside the guild, and in many cases been one of Reilly's teachers.

Hawk Denill is the face of Vine in Book One, and the person who hires Stella to break into the guild and steal from Reilly Mosswolf. He is a dark character who I intend to be a thorn in Stella and Reilly's side for at least the first three books. Once a member of Reilly's own guild, Hawk was banished when the guild discovered he was responsible for a series of grisly murders in Antillune. Hawk has returned to the city only recently, confident with the backing of a new guild.

Liandra 'Andy' Jenkin is a bright but brash young thief who Dara partners with Stella once she settles into the guild. Andy is Human, but makes up for the disadvantages this gives her in speed and strength by sheer enthusiasm, and stubborn determination. Andy has a grudge of her own against Vine, since their people laid an ambush on her last job that injured her and killed her previous partner.

Colm Korazon is Stella's Da'. While Colm is also a thief, he's not a particularly good one. He raised Stella in a travelling caravan, using it as a base to sell all sorts of false herbal remedies, imitation magical items, and any other junk he could con people into purchasing. All the while training Stella to do what he could not. By the time she was old enough to blend in with the crowds that gathered around his stall, the items he attempted to sell were merely a distraction to allow Stella to silently search through pockets.

[cultofbeatles]

beginners guide to the beatles

 made one of these a long time ago but i'm surprised by how short it was. so here we go again. doing it right this time lol. 

pov: you told a bad joke and now the beatles are judging you. 

john winston lennon. later in his life known as john winston ono lennon. 

born on october 9, 1940 

i believe in astrology bc how does john just happen to be a libra 

when john was four he started living with his aunt mimi who acted more as his mother figure 

his mother, julia, remarried and would visit him quite a bit.

it was julia who taught john how to play banjo and piano. and she bought his first guitar.

they both had a deep love for music and rock n roll 

he never really thought of her as his mother but more as a cool friend i suppose 

aunt mimi was more rough on him and did the disciplining 

his father was never really present growing up and his uncle passed away when he was young 

he thought he was a curse for the men in his family 

he had five half siblings. two of them, julia and jacqueline, he was pretty close to. the other three he barely knew. 

fashion icon.

hated school but loved art 

very early on he was insecure with himself 

teachers always shit on him and said he would go nowhere in life 

he met paul at a church fete on july 6, 1957 

paul taught him how to play guitar properly.

once told paul that he didnt know how paul carried on after his mother died bc he just didn't think he could do it 

john’s mother died from being hit by an off duty policemen. john was seventeen at the time. 

 he took her death really hard and became a bit of a recluse. 

first serious relationship was with cynthia (we stan her) 

once cynthia cut her hair short and he didn't talk to her for two days. 

hate men. kill all men. 

when he asked her to dance at a party she turned him down saying that she was engaged, and so he said “well i didn't ask you to fucking marry me, did i?” 

slapped her once bc he was drunk and another boy was talking to her.

only time her hit her.

read cynthia’s books about john pls. i beg. 

once a psychic told him that he would be shot in the states.

founder of the beatles and also came up with the name.

instruments he could play: guitar, harmonica, rhythm guitar, banjo, keyboard, piano, saxophone, bass guitar, and a little drums. 

main songwriter in the beatles along with paul.

was more open minded to change in the beatles music. 

was insecure in his relationship with paul after a while bc he thought he only needed him for songwriting. 

would bitch about paul all day long but the second anyone else said something about him he’d be on their ass. 

had a lot of issues and needed a good hug. 

suffered from eating disorders, drug addictions, depression, insecurities, and questioned his sexuality bc of the time. 

was super open minded and ahead of his time in many instances. 

once he was called “the fat beatle” and after that he stopped eating as much.

truly loved his first son, julian lennon, and would buy him presents all the time bc he was excited to see him play with them.

“your famous ex husband”

he enjoyed playing monopoly. 

he once claimed that he saw a ufo.

he had written three books but he always wanted to write a children's book.

 the last song he ever performed in front of a live audience was “i saw her standing there.” with elton john.

he was afraid of the dark. 

found out later in his life that he was dyslexic. 

was also legally blind without glasses.

never could catch a break huh.

said that his best lyric ever was “all you need is love” i agree.

the first time yoko and john met was not at her art exhibit but actually when she approached him about giving away songs for free.

wanted to write a musical with paul. 

once a friend dared him to masturbate ten times in one day and he managed to do it nine times.

would hold circle jerks with paul and a few other friends. 

just dudes being dudes. 

went on a holiday with brian epstein, who was gay, and told some people afterward that they did certain sexual things. but we will never know for sure.

yoko says that john was bisexual.

once in an interview he said that he would of married a rich man or woman if he wasn't in the beatles. 

hated his voice on records. would always ask for effects on his voice for final recordings. 

made a film with yoko where it was just his penis going from flaccid to erect for fifteen minutes in slow motion. 

only beatle not to of become a vegetarian while he was alive. 

murdered on december 8, 1980.

gave his autograph earlier in the day to the man who would murder him.

died at the age of 40.

“all my loving” was played while he was at the hospital.

and its spooky bc a lot of times in interviews he would say “when i'm 40..” 

and it’s sad bc he was finally becoming who he truly wanted to be. 

honorable john moments that i love:

“thanks for the purpler hearts” he says while receiving the silver heart 

“you are the first person from liverpool that i've ever seen” “great”

eric lennon on my mind today 

this come together performance where he messed up the lyrics lol

that interview where paul was sick and john keep checking on him 

john lennon speaking nothing but facts 

when he said that he could see the beatles going separate ways but that they'd always come back together.

SHUT UP 

“shut up while he’s talking..”

this interview breaks my heart sometimes 

and this interview is great as well 

sir james paul mccartney 

born on june 18, 1942

if you ever have spare time just check out this man’s natal chart. 

idk how he’s still alive with his chart tbh. 

he has a younger brother named mike and a step sister named ruth. 

his dad thought he was the ugliest baby he’d ever seen when he was born. 

when he was young paul would kill frogs in a way to prepare himself for the war if he ever was drafted. 

the first instrument he ever learned to play was the trumpet.

I don't even want to list every instrument this man can play but trust me when I say it’s a lot.

but for the beatles he mainly did bass, vocals, and piano. sometimes playing the guitar and the drums.

the beatles was just paul moving really, really fast. 

he lost his mother when he was 14 due to surgery for breast cancer.

never really learned how to cope well with loss of a loved one tbh. 

had the cutest chubby cheeks as a kid tbh 

met john and was accepted into his band 

sometimes they'd ditch school together and either work on music or would visit art galleries.

went to paris with john and john bought him all the banana milkshakes that he wanted.

connected over their love and admiration for music, and bc they had both lost their mothers. 

had a girlfriend’s mom who he would make comb his leg hairs. 

was an ass to his first girlfriend.

kill all men again. 

almost had to marry his girlfriend dot bc she was pregnant, but she ended up losing the baby.

was the one who introduced george harrison to john.

practically despised pete best and stuart stutcliffe bc they were bringing the group down. 

got arrested along with pete best bc they lit a condom on fire in hamburg.

still felt awful and a little guilty when stuart died suddenly. 

main force behind the beatles imo. 

without him we’d have not as much beatles music as we do. 

was dating jane asher throughout majority of the sixties. 

when they first met they talked about syrup and paul fell in love.

they broke things off after she walked in on him sleeping with another woman though.

directed magical mystery tour and it was amazing and I don't care what anyone says ok?

when john divorced cynthia he was the only one not scared of john and went against his wishes of not speaking to cynthia.

was a little controlling at times. 

has a good heart though. 

mal evans had to drive him home once after a beatles sessions bc he was crying so hard. 

was talking about getting the band back to touring when john said he was leaving the group. 

everyone kind of turned against him when the beatles were breaking up and i hate it.

he just wanted what was best for the band.

married linda and had a nice little farm. 

we love that story.

linda i'm free thursday if you want to hang out pls.

started up the whole “no meat monday” thing where you don't eat monday on mondays

food meat. not the other kind of meat.

children: james mccartney, stella mccartney, heather mccartney, mary mccartney, and beatrice mccartney. 

rip martha. 

WINGS!! 

he lost linda in 1998 due to cancer.

 cried for a whole year bc of it.

still has dreams about john and says they're nice.

wrote a sad song about john called “here today.”

really loved john. like..he truly, genuinely did. 

want someone to love me like paul does john. 

“think of me every now and then old friend.”

honorable paul moments:

his story about george’s dad 

“john? he was beautiful. very beautiful.”

humpty dumpty rap 

another story about him and george.

his google search video that I watch every week 

this 

george harrison 

born: February 24, 1943 

or at least we think 

bc he use to say that his birthday was february 25, but later started saying it february 24. 

why can't we change our birthdays its not like we picked it 

he was the youngest child.

baby of the family and of the beatles awwww

two older brothers named harry and peter. one older sister named louise.

when george’s mom was pregnant with him she’d play sitar music.

his mom was super supportive of his career choice 

when he was 16 he worked as an electricians apprentice.

his dad kind of hoped he would start a family business out of it.

george said nah

would ride the bus opposite way of his house just to spend time with paul 

headbutted a kid bc he didn't think they were worthy of paul’s friendship 

was brought into the band bc of paul insisting to john 

would follow john around like a lost puppy when he first met him 

once had an eight hour erection. don't ask me how idk he said it.

was 17 when he lost his virginity and the other band members were in the room watching and cheered him when he finished 

most sex craved beatle tbh 

once walked into a girls dressing room and asked if they could stand there so he could masturbate 

he was the first beatle to go to america 

got a black eye for defending ringo once 

would make john and paul take turns sharing rooms with ringo when he first joined the band so that he felt more welcomed 

when ringo left during the white album and then came back george decorated the studio with flowers for him 

during the beatles first recording session he told george martin that he didn't like his tie

became a vegetarian at 22 

favorite candy was jelly beans and purple was his favorite color 

used the phrase “grotty” in the hard days night movie, hated it, but everyone else picked up on the slang 

met his first wife, pattie boyd, on the set of a hard days night 

was turned down by her at first 

they married in 1966

wouldn't let her do modeling stuff and was kind of an ass 

a stylish couple but not the best image for a healthy relationship 

got into eastern religion around 1965 

during the Hamburg days he would eat chicken on stage 

had an affair with ringo’s first wife maureen 

got a divorce from pattie in 1977

in 1978 he married olivia who he stayed with until his death and had one son with. dhani.

was the first beatle to hit a number one single and album. 

was buddies with led zeppelin

inspired their “rain song” 

smashed a piece of cake on john bonham’s head and then was thrown into the pool by him 

he financed and produced films. had a production company.

tom petty said that george never shut up once you started talking to him 

but he was often referred to as “the quiet beatle”

formed another band called the traveling wilburys

he’d answer questions online in the 2000′s and it’s the cutest thing ever and his answers break my heart too.

“what do you miss most about john lennon?” “john lennon.”

in 1999 a schizophrenic person broke into his house and stabbed him 40 times 

thank god olivia was there bc she was the only braincell in the room 

had to get a part of his lung taken out 

died november 29, 2001 from lung cancer 

ashes were scattered into the ganges river 

honorable george moments:

this interview he did with ringo 

“i'm sad bc i can't play guitars with john anymore. but i did that...i know we’ll meet again some day.”

when he invented reaction videos 

“the wind was blowing.” “..blowing my girl?”

“what kind of girl do you like?” “john’s wife.”

sir richard starkey aka ringo starr 

born on july 7, 1940 

oldest member in the group 

has no siblings 

naturally was left handed but his grandma thought it was bad luck so he writes right handed, and plays drums with a right handed kit 

but does everything else left handed

when he was 6 he fell into a two month coma 

was a very sick child 

when he was 13 he was in the hosiptal for tuberculosis and formed a hospital band 

grew up poor 

loves and looked up to his stepfather a lot 

his step father bought him his first drum kit in 1957

wasn't that great in school bc he missed so much of it from being so sick 

he worked for a britain railway for a while 

also served drinks on a day boat for a job 

loves dancing 

Rory storm and the hurricanes 

got his nickname from all the rings he would wear

replaced pete best as the beatles drummer 

dealt with people hating him for a bit bc they liked pete more 

had to style his hair in a bowl cut to be in the band and i'm still mad at them for making him do that shit 

ringo i'm so sorry 

george martin didn't really like his drumming and had a session drummer come in for the first album 

in 1964 he had tonsillitis, pharyngitis, and high fever all at once and had to be in the hospital for a bit.

was worried the beatles would replace him for good 

he’s a cancer don't worry

was the first beatle to try weed 

drummers always go first huh 

married his first wife, maureen, in 1965 

she kissed paul, ringo, and george.

what a champ

honeymoon was ruined by reporters 

was really insecure in his relationship and needed a lot of reassurance 

had a great relationship with pretty much all the beatles 

but a great one with john 

john felt his most relaxed when he was with ringo

was once in a movie with roger daltrey 

divorced maureen in 1975 

his wife now is barbara bach who he married in 1981 

had alcohol problems 

once gotten so drunk that he beat barbara so badly that he thought he killed her 

put himself into rehab after that 

barbara lowkey looks like jan from the office 

children: zak, lee, and jason

zak is the drummer for the band the who 

peace and love 

but don't send me fan mail anymore 

peace and love 

ringo starr and the allstar band (starting 1981)

was the narrator for thomas the tank engine 

will play at paul’s concerts sometimes now for fun 

mad bc he came on stage during paul’s last concert show and it was on my birthday and I couldn't go to it 

honorable ringo moments:

“do you want me to come with you?”

stupid barbara walters 

talking about paul 

giving us a little dance 

[imaginetonyandbucky]

I remember reading a prompt about Tony being a knitter but no one being the wiser until Bucky figures it out because he wakes up at the wrong moment. I would really like something done in the Knitting Tony verse :D, maybe the others asking for comissions and Bucky trying to help. I'm a knitter so I loved that prompt

A/N: I apologize in advance if I got some of the terminology wrong. Mytranslation tools aren’t all that helpful with knitting expressions. Oh and: theway Tony teaches knitting to Bucky is the way my mom taught me. :)

Knitting Tony Part 1

 The morning after the big reveal, Bucky wearsthe first sleeve he ever received (gray with Basketweave) like a badge of honorand Tony just knows that his ears are fire red. Steve is the first to ask andTony already has a terrible feeling about their reaction when Bucky proudlytells them the truth. At first, there is stunned silence. One that lasts formaybe a minute until the group around the breakfast table erupts in a cacophonyof voices and it takes Tony at least as long to decipher what they’re allshouting and chattering. But what he hears completely stuns him: Bruce wants toswap patterns and discuss techniques, Steve praises his handiwork, Natashawants to know when and how he learned knitting, Thor wants to become hisapprentice since a celebration for his mother is coming up and he wants to makesomething for her and Clint genuinely requests a sleeve for his bow ‘because Idon’t want her to freeze during cold missions’.

To say that Tony is dumbfounded may be anunderstatement. And when he looks at Bucky, his boyfriend simply smiles at himlike there was never a doubt about this outcome.

(please beware the ‘read more’ ♥)

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Just like his older friends, the team is soonrewarded for their loyalty. Clint gets his bow sleeve, a dark purple, almostblack acrylic yarn in simple Basketweave but with black and lighter purpleshading in the right places so Clint’s baby looks like a comic book recurvebow, Natasha receives a dress out of rich chestnut colored merino wool with amix of patterns and Steve gets to adore his royalblue sweater with swirling cable and celtic knot pattern. With Bruce and Thor, Tonymeets pretty regularly for a tiny knitting circle which is kind of nice.

But it doesn’t stop there and the requests keepcoming. Natasha subtly tries to trade knitted goods for special Russian andself-defense lessons, Clint begs for a blanket when Lucky’s not feeling sowell, Bruce proposes a collaboration on pillowcases for the living room, Janeneeds a dress for her handfasting ceremony with Thor, Steve thinks a few ovenmitts would come in handy, and, and, and.

On one hand, Tony’s elated and he startsknitting more openly in the common areas, but at the same time, he starts tofeel overwhelmed by the additional projects. Where knitting has been a refuge,a way of calming himself down, something he doesn’t need to think about much,something to look forward to, it’s starting to become a chore. He hates to thinkabout knitting that way but he also doesn’t want to disappoint his friends andso he keeps on knitting whenever he doesn’t need his hands for other things.

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Bucky, in the meantime, proves to be a perfectboyfriend once again: He doesn’t ask for anything but still gets excited aboutevery knitted piece Tony gifts him and he helps out whenever he can. He sitswith Tony to keep him company, fetches new balls of wool whenever Tony runs outand lends his hands to Tony when the genius has to unravel a part and doesn’twant his yarn to become the next Gordian Knot.

It’s sickeningly domestic and Tony loves it.

♠

“Can you show me?” Bucky blurts out one calmSunday afternoon when they’re sitting on the couch watching some movie. Tonylooks up from where he was working on a rather tricky part of Jane’s dress andblinks in confusion.

“Huh?”

“Can… would you show me how to knit? – It looksso soothing and… nice.“ he shrugs and smiles a bit at which Tony simply meltsinside.

“Sure! Of course! Let me just-“ Tony untangles himselffrom his project, sets it neatly aside and rummages around in his knitting basketuntil he finds a rest of simple, yellow wool and circular knitting needles soBucky doesn’t have to worry about his first test piece falling off the end ofhis needles. Then he leans back into Bucky and pulls about a foot and a half ofyarn from the ball.

“With the first row you usually determine howwide your piece is going to be.” He then shows how much yarn to leave for a fewinches of cloth and explains how to weave yarn around the fingers of his lefthand to cast on. Tony then proceeds to cast on 20 stitches and talks throughthe two first rows in which he shows Bucky left and right stitches before heunravels the whole thing and passes needles and the end of the yarn to Bucky.

It takes a few minutes but Bucky learns quicklyand soon he’s got his first few rows with only minor hickups. There are still afew stitches right when they should be left and the other way around but Tonysimply shows him how to go back and correct the mistakes. Bucky is still slowbut elated and after a little while Tony returns to his own project and the twoof them knit in perfect harmony.

Perfect, until Tony feels Bucky tense next tohim. His boyfriend freezes and lets out a quiet curse. Tony looks over to whereBucky is holding his needles like a raw egg.

“Tony?” The plea is sheepish but Tony isn’t alltoo worried. To be honest, he’s kind of been waiting for it.  “I think I just lost a stitch.”

„Don’t worry.“ Tony quickly assures him. Hesaves his own work, picks up his trusty crochet hook and shows Bucky how tosave a lost stitch.

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Over the course of the next few weeks, Bucky isan eager student who learns to experiment with left and right stitches as wellas casting on and off, how to finish a piece, and how to use different colors. Hethen starts to take over the simpler requests of the team like the oven mittsfor Steve and a scarf for Darcy.

When Bucky presents Tony with his firstsweater, a simple knit red sweater with grey cuffs, neckline and hemline, Tonyblurts out his first ‘I love you’ and proceeds with thanking Bucky thoroughlyfor the garment.

It doesn’t fit perfectly and still has a fewwrong stitches but it instantly becomes Tony’s favorite.

 - Auri

[the-idea-master]

More Au's cause I'm a nerd

The bar was bursting with people as was typical on a Friday night. Young adults flocked in having received pay checks or who were just looking for a great way to end the work week and start the weekend. There were all sorts of people, those who looked like they belonged there, those who seemed completely out of place, and others who came for a good time instead of drinking. Thalia was the one working behind the counter, as comical as it was, she despised alcohol yet it was one of the few jobs she somewhat enjoyed. She could at least watch from afar as the crowds hurried in and out. There were certainly interesting people to look at. It wasn't as bad as one would think. Sighing, Thalia wiped down the counter as a customer left and picked up the glass to clean it out. She caught sight of a girl at the end of the bar tapping her fingers slowly with her chin rested in her hand. She didn't look like the type to drink much. Setting the glass aside Thalia made her way over to the silent customer. "Hey." The girl looked up almost without interest. "What's up? You want anything?" "No I'm good. Just thinking." The corners of the girl's mouthed twitches up ever so slightly. "Alright but if you need anything let me know. I'm not as scary as I look...promise." Thalia gave her a soft smile and went about her business. Thalia knew what it was like to want to be somewhere where the noise could drown out unwanted thoughts and you could just think. About anything and everything, whatever you wanted. The seconds ticked by and turned into minutes and Thalia was forced to turn people out for the night, or at least the ones who'd had a bit too much to drink. As the crowd thinned Thalia noted that the girl remained seated in the same spot as before. Sighing she made her way back over. "Whatever you're thinking about must be pretty important." "Huh?" The girl looked up her eyes widening as she came b ack from whatever alternate world she had been stuck in. "I said you must be thinking about something important." Thalia repeated patiently. "Yeah you could say that." The girl laughed lightly and her eyes fluttered about as if she was nervous. "Well I'm closing up so..." The girl's eyes lit up with realization. "Oh. Oh I'll go sorry." She made a move to stand up but Thalia rested a hand on her arm. "I'm saying I have a bit of time so if you wanna talk feel free. I've heard all sorts of things so don't even think about being embarrassed." Thalia laughed and the girl sat back down giving her a thankful smile. "It's...personal." The girl shook her head as if she couldn't believe why she was even talking to the bartender. "Tell you what. I'll tell you one personal thing about me first." Thalia offered. The girl tucked her dark hair behind her ear and nodded in agreement. "I actually hate alcohol but I work here because...between you and me, it's amazing what kind of people walk around here. I mean I don't judge but like I could invent a people watching game. People bingo. " The girl laughed louder this time and Thalia couldn't help but smile at the sound of it. "Sounds interesting. One more thing. What's your name?" Thalia didn't hesitate to reply. "Pretty." "I guess. What's yours?" Thalia asked raising an eyebrow. "Reyna." Thalia nodded. "Well then Reyna, what's on your mind?" Thalia watched her new acquaintance think for a moment before speaking. "Trying to figure out my life and what I'm going to do with myself. Mom's gone, Dad's gone, and my older sister can barely hold a job." She rushed the words out but let out a sigh afterwards like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "Let me let you in on a little secret." Thalia leaned forward so her elbows rested on the counter. Reyna leaned in curiously. "Life is a piece of shit. But it's about perspective, see it how you want." "Those are some wise words for a bar tender. The shit part and all." Reyna smiled. "How'd you get stuck here anyways?" "Didn't finish school. People tell you that kind of stuff won't get you anywhere but I like what I do. Decent money. I don't need much. I spent most of it on my brother's education." Thalia shrugged indifferently. "That's pretty honorable of you." Reyna mused. "Maybe. Maybe not." Reyna regarded the link dressed bar tender. She was pretty on her own way, but her eyes were the best trait. They complimented her entire appearance. They were the most expressive part of her except for the lopsided and charismatic grin. "What would you do if you had a choice for a job?" Reyna asked after a moment. "I don't know. I never put much thought into it. I wasn't particularly good in school being dyslexic and having ADHD made it hard. Had to take care of my mom and brother while my dad ditched us. I never got the opportunity for good things." Thalia sighed sitting on the edge of the counter in front of Reyna. "That sucks." Reyna gave her a sympathetic look. "Yeah. But you've got options don't you?" Reyna couldn't help but smile at the other girl's hopeful expression as if she genuinely cared. "Yeah. I have school to finish. I'm hoping to go to law school but it's a lot of money." Reyna sighed shaking her head. "You got a good paying job?" Thalia asked. "Not really. I do what I can when I can but school just weighs me down a lot." Thalia could hear the tiredness in her voice. The truth was she had more money than she let on. Her Dad had left a significant amount of money for her on a potential college fund. That wasn't going to happen. "Maybe I can help." Reyna watched as the girl disappeared and came back a while later with a slip of paper in her hand. "This was all supposed to be for me but I can't put it to use, I'd rather it go to someone who is going to use it for good." Reyna's eyes widened when she realized what it was. It was a check for a large amount of money. "No I can't take this are you crazy?!" "My dad left it for my college fund but I don't need it just promise me one thing." Reyna nodded vigorously. "Promise me you'll be a good lawyer." "I promise." Reyna smiled brightly and leaned over the counter hugging Thalia tightly. "This is amazing you have no idea how much this means." "Well, I'm glad it made a difference. Guess I did something good in my life for once." Thalia would close up that night and Reyna would leave bursting with new hope and energy. Thalia would smile the rest of the night for once feeling at peace with herself. ------------ The Carmel skinned woman walked down the street hands tucked in a winter coat and knit hat on her head. She turned sharply around a corner passing quickly through the street lights to the little place at the end of the street. It was exactly as she remembered it. Opening the door slightly Reyna peeked inside and her eyes immediately settled on the bar. Sure enough the girl was there, the one she remembered from all those years ago. She regretted never getting back to her or keeping in touch. Reyna sighed and walked inside seating herself at the counter. She studied Thalia from afar and if it was even possible she was even more attractive since the last time they'd had an encounter. Thalia smiled to whoever she was serving and glanced down at Reyna's end of the counter. Confusion morphed her features before it was replaced with surprise and then a fond smile. Thalia made her way over to the familiar face that now belonged to an older and more attractive woman. "So, did you come here to think about the universe again?" "As a matter of fact I didn't." Reyna mused. "Anything I can help with? After all these years?" Thalia asked quirking an eyebrow. "Well I just wanted to let you know that I graduated school." Thalia smiled brightly and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. "And I'm looking for a place to stay. See it's this rather big place, to big for myself in fact. I figured it be nicer to have another occupant." "And you're asking me?" Thalia lagged shaking her head. "Why?" "Consider it a way to make up for what you did for me. You helped a lot. Besides I'll need an assistant." Reyna spoke coyly. "Why is that?" Thalia questioned. "I managed to acquire the funds for a law firm." Thalia's eyes widened once more and Reyna smiled at the expression of pride on the punk's face. "I hope you know I'm not a law type." Thalia replied. "Doesn't matter." Reyna insisted. "Take it or leave it." Thalia smirked and thought for a brief moment before looking around the place she'd been stuck in for years now. "Tell you what. I'll take you up on that offer under one condition." "Whatever you want." "Go on a date with me." Thalia said flatly. It was Reyna's turn to look surprised but the expression quickly vanished and she nodded. "Deal. Besides you're the cutest punk I've seen around." Thalia laughed at Reyna's remark. "Thank you. Stick around and we can have this place to ourselves once the hours end." Reyna's eyes glistened with mirth. "Wouldn't mind if I do." With that Thalia went back to her business unable to believe that after all this time what she'd done had actually paid off in more ways than one. More importantly however she was surprised that her actions hadn't just changed some unfortunate girl's life but her own. Perhaps things did have away of coming back around.