#bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes

[gloryfore]

Will never not find Anya’s fear of bunnies hilarious.

[honeybubbledivination]

What do you need to hear right now? 🍯🐝

✨ Hello, hello, busy bees! ✨

Today, I just felt like pulling some cards and seeing what happened! Below, I have some cards for you to choose from!

[At the end, I have my ko-fi linked if you’d like to donate! Not required! Just appreciated if you’re feeling generous!]

[Cards to choose from are from the deck ‘The Divine Masters Oracle’ by Kyle Gray and Jennifer Hawkyard’]

Pile One:

Isis - Calling Your Power Back

‘Grapejuice’ by Harry Styles “There’s just no getting through; without you…”

‘Angels On the Moon’ by Thriving Ivory “Don’t tell me if I’m dying, ‘cause I don’t wanna know; If I can’t see the sun maybe I should go…’

‘Tarot of The Divine’ by Yoshi Yoshitani: The Emperor, KnoC, 7oS, KoP, 6oP, QoP, 2oS, KoS, 10oC, The Empress, 2oW, The Magician, 7oW, The World, The Chariot, 9oS, Judgement, 10oS, The Devil, The Hanged Man, 4oC, KoC, The Hierophant, 4oP

‘Oracles of Shadows & Light’ by Lucy Cavendish and Jasmine Becket-Griffith: Marie Masquerade //Glamour, intrigue, drama. Dried-Flower Fairy //Sweet Memories. Sea Storm //Calm amid chaos. Witch at the End of the World //An important end, a new beginning.

‘Moon Magic’ by Marie Bruce: Blood on the Moon, Star Gazer, Toad, Arcturus, Wolf Moon, Moon Stuck

Hi, Pile One! I feel as though I’m speaking to a peer. I’m 22, so you might be close to my age. Either that or you have a pretty youthful energy. I also feel a soft masculine vibe from this pile. Which leads into the reading. You know you don’t have to be all macho to honor your masculine side, right? Masculinity is about providing and strength. It’s not about being a massive dickhead. You can be ‘soft’ and still be a good husband and father. You aren’t a pansy or anything like that. I feel that you probably have family or friends who have more “traditional views”. But, no offense, they’re idiots. You’re uniquely you. You don’t fit into the boxes your social group tries to put you in, and that’s okay. To hell with them! Do what makes you happy, honey! Be you! You aren’t alone in not liking labels. You are human. You don’t have to be put into a box. Live freely. You may be highly sought after, but you aren’t making good friends or lovers. You have a very sweet air about you once you start to open up to people and most of those people tend to take advantage of you. You may want to pursue something in fashion or you might have a keen eye of what looks good and what doesn’t. You may tend to dress down to keep eyes off of you, but if wearing cute clothes makes you happy then do it! Who cares what anyone says! This is your life and you deserve to present how you want! Your new life will always cost you your old one. Don’t be afraid to let people, things, or situations go to move forward with who you truly are and what you truly deserve. Have the confidence to be who you truly are! And honestly, your family isn’t going to care that much. They’ll come around and truly just be happy that you’re happy. When you feel good about yourself, you do better in life. You have the ambition to go after what you want and take it. Plus, being a people pleaser is a form of manipulation. It’s not good to lie to yourself and in turn lie to others. Be mindful. You aren’t a bad person or less than for being ‘different’. You’re just you. And that’s exactly what you’re supposed to be, little bee!

- Bunny 💛🍯

Pile Two:

The Blue Beings - Light Transmission

Gold Rush - Taylor Swift “Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you…”

Permanent Vacation - Arrows in Action “I found my peace; In places I had never been…”

‘Tarot of The Divine’ by Yoshi Yoshitani: Judgement, The Lovers, The Fool, 3oP rx, 8oS, The Hierophant Rx, 9oP, 6oP, QoW, 10oP, The Wheel of Fortune, KoC, 3oC, 9oC, KnoP, 7oC, 8oC, 1oP, 5oP, 10oW, PgoW, 7oW

‘Oracles of Shadows & Light’ by Lucy Cavendish and Jasmine Becket-Griffith: Sea Storm //Calm amid chaos. I Am Kali //From death comes rebirth. Fairy of the Divine Hand //Intoxication, distorted view, overindulgence! Snow Angel //The signs are with you already!

‘Moon Magic’ by Marie Bruce: New Moon, First Quarter, Esbat, Black Cat, Unicorn Moon, Glimmering

Hey, Pile Two! You’re living as your authentic self! Congratulations! I feel like this took you some time and you may have felt a little called to pile one at first. I see that you’re getting to go out and party and have fun with new people! Black cats might be significant to you. (I take them as good luck!) You’ve learned to keep friends close, but not too close. You have good boundaries with other people and how the interact with your life. But, do you have good boundaries with yourself? Yes, you’re having fun and making money. But, are you remembering to keep your limits in mind? Are you overindulging in sex, booze, or just staying up too late? Make sure you’re still focusing on how to make yourself feel good, without getting lost in it. I’m so proud of you, though! I know it’s hard to find the balance, especially when you’ve only recently learned you DESERVE to feel good about yourself and have fun. But remember to reel it in and relax sometimes. You don’t have to go, go, go. And you don’t have to be lazy or greedy either. Just find balance in all that you do! Great work on choosing yourself, Pile Two!! To add a little treat for all your hard work and continued efforts to better yourself, you seem to have love offers coming in! That’s right! You’ve got options! I feel like you’ve been manifesting them (through prayer or just having something like a Pinterest board with relationship ideas and goals). They’re on their way! Keep yourself in check to be the best version of yourself for YOU and how you want to handle these new love offers!

[P.S. you don’t need as much confirmation as you think! Start trusting yourself more, busy bee. You’ve made it this far all on your own, why have still doubt yourself?]

- Bunny 🍯💛

Pile Three:

Hanuman - Devoted Warrior

Under Pressure - Queen & David Bowie “Pressure, pushing down on me; Pressing down on you…”

Take Me To Church - Hozier “I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies; I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife…”

‘Tarot of The Divine’ by Yoshi Yoshitani: The Magician, The Tower Rx, 8oW, The Lovers, The Devil Rx, 2oC, PgoP, The Moon, The Empress Rx, 3oS, 7oS, 4oS, KoS, 5oC Rx, 6oC Rx, 9oS

‘Oracles of Shadows & Light’ by Lucy Cavendish and Jasmine Becket-Griffith: Autumn Is My Last Chance //Please don’t lose hope! Strangely Lonely //Holding on way too tight. Witch at the End of the World //An important end, a new beginning. Fairy of the Highlands // It’s time to be brave.

‘Moon Magic’ by Marie Bruce: Sky God, Nightshade, Toad, Star Gazer, Full Moon, Moon Dust

You’ve been through the wringer, pile three! I see that you’ve been put in a situation to where you’ve had to pull away from a toxic situation involving a feminine energy who wasn’t reciprocating what you were giving them. This was really hard for you because you’re loyal and devoted. You would never turn your back on someone you love, but they turned their back first. You avoided a tower moment by stepping away and being firm in yourself and your morals! You aren’t a bad person, you just know when it’s time to cut the crap and leave people behind! Way to go!! I see that because of being able to cut this person out, you’ve made room for someone new! Don’t be afraid to open up and make new connections! Not everyone is here to use you, honey bee! You’ve cut off a lot of people lately or are at least hiding away to try and keep yourself safe. It’s making you lonely and you’re looking at things from a hopeless perspective. You are worthy of good things, love. Release control of what’s happening. Realize you have fought hard and deserve to relax and unwind. You can have fun with other people! Go on dates! Make friends with people online or in person! Go have fun! Get out of the house and go for a walk, you never know who you might bump into! Stop playing it too safe, pile three! Live your life! If you hide away, you’re still letting that old person and their energy have control over you! Remember who is really in control here! Keep buzzing onwards and upwards!

- Bunny 🍯💛

💛🍯 Bunny’s Notes:

Thank you for buzzing by! I hope that if this resonated with you, you gain the courage to keep being yourself and finding the balance of when to act defensively or when you should turn away from things/people/situations that no longer serve you! Love and light to you all!

If you’d like to tip me, below is the link to my ko-fi! Not needed to enjoy my readings! Thank you so much, busy bees! 💛🐝

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, February 19

Anya: Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes! They've got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses! And what's with all the carrots? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway? Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be bunnies!

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ONCE MORE WITH FEELING: Buffy 6x07 Sentence Starters

“I’ve got a theory.”

“I’m under your spell.”

“I’ve been going through the motions, walking through the part.”

“I swear that I’ll never tell.”

“Nothing seems to penetrate my heart.”

“Life’s not a song. Life is just this: it’s living. You’ll get along. The pain that you feel you can only heal by living.”

“You have to go on living, so one of us is living.”

“I love a good entrance.”

“How are you with death scenes?”

“Say you're happy now, once more with feeling.”

“What did you sing about?”

“But I just want to feel.”

“I just want to be alive.”

“It could be witches!”

“Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes.”

“What can’t we face if we’re together?”

“That’s gloomy.”

“I know I should go but I follow you like a man possessed.”

“Why won’t you let me rest in peace?”

“Well, I’m not exactly quaking in my stylish yet affordable boots, but there’s definitely something unnatural going on here.”

“What else would I wanna pump you for?”

“I touch the fire and it freezes me.”

“Oh my god. You will never believe what happened at school today.”

“So last night, did anybody burst into song?”

“Will you still make me waffles when we’re married?”

“Come now, is that really what you feel? Isn’t life a miraculous thing?”

“Work with me, British man. Give me an axe and show me where to point it.”

“What’s up? You’re all bad moody.”

“So…you’re not staying then?”

“Oh. I thought you took care of that.”

“I know I said that I’d be standing by your side.”

“There’s nothing that we can’t face.”

“Oh my gosh. Did it sing?”

“They got the mustard out.”

“I’ll never want your opinion.”

“I think I was in Heaven.”

“The day you suss out what you want, there’ll probably be a parade.”

“But we’ll walk alone in fear.”

“Life’s not a song. Life isn’t bliss. Life is just this. It’s living.”

[rpmemes-galore]

buffy : once more with feeling ... sentence starters

“Hey, I've died twice.“

“I'm under your spell.”

“It isn't right, it isn't fair.”

“You make me complete!”

“And I just want to be alive!”

“I gave birth to a pterodactyl.“

“Where do we go from here?”

“Life isn't bliss. Life is just this.”

“Look at me! I'm dancing crazy!“

“You just took my soul with you.”

“No, I'll save her, then I'll kill her.“

“I need something to sing about.”

“Hey, I'm not wearing underwear.“

“First he'll kill her, then I'll save her.“

“Now I gotta run. See you all in hell.“

“That's great, but I don't wanna play.”

“She's not even half the girl she... ow.”

“Or we could just sit around and glare.“

“What's it gonna take to strike a spark?“

“She came from the grave much graver.”

“The battle's done and we kind of won...”

“I hope she fries. I'm free if that bitch dies.”

“Nothing here is real, nothing here is right.“

“You're scared, ashamed of what you feel.“

“Let me rest in peace, let me get some sleep.“

“The hardest thing in this world... is to live in it.“

“His penis got diseases from a Chumash tribe!”

“Thought you wanted me to stay away from you?”

“Does this mean that I have to... be your queen?”

“Being with you touches me more than I can say.”

“We have to try. We'll pay the price, it's do or die.“

“I live in Hell, 'cause I was expelled from Heaven.”

“These endless days are finally ending in a blaze.”

“The pain that you feel, you only can heal by living.”

“Why you come to be with me, I think I finally know.”

“Will you still make me waffles when we're married?“

“This is the man that I plan to entangle, isn't he fine?”

“What I mean, I'm fifteen, so this queen thing's illegal.”

“It's getting eerie, what's this cheery singing all about?“

“It was bizarre. We were talking, and then it was like...”

“Whisper in the dead man's ear, it doesn't make it real.”

“If I want your opinion, I'll... I'll never want your opinion.”

“Let me take my love and bury it in a hole six foot deep.“

“Why is the path unclear? When we know hope is near?”

“But your power's shone brighter than any of I've known.”

“We can really raise the beam in making marriage a hell!”

“And I know there'll come the day I'll want to run and hide.”

“Now, look, he's getting huffy, cause he knows that I know.”

“I can lay my body down, but I can't find my sweet release.”

“Why can't you let it go? I think I've paid more than my share.“

“You can't tell the ones you love, you know they couldn't deal.”

“Oh. So, that's all. You just come to pump me for information?”

“When I get so worn and wrinkly that I look like David Brinkley?”

“It's tempting. But, I think we'll waive that clause, just this once.“

“So, uh, no research? Nothing going on? Monsters or whatnot?“

“Will our lives become too stressful if I'm never that successful?“

“To save the day or maybe melt away... I guess it's all the same.”

“I was always brave and kind of righteous, now I find I'm wavering.”

“I died so many years ago, but you can make me feel like it isn't so.”

“Every single night the same arrangement. I go out and fight the fight.“

“My claim to fame was to maim and to mangle. Vengeance was mine!”

“I can bring whole cities to ruin, and still have time to get a soft-shoe in.”

“What else would I wanna pump you for? ...I really just said that, didn't I?“

“With your lips as red as rubies, and your firm yet supple... tight embrace.”

“So, one by one, they turn from me. I guess my friends can’t face the cold.”

“But since I'm only dead to you, I'm saying ‘stay away and let me rest in peace’.”

“No, I'll only make them for myself. But, by California law, you will own half of 'em.“

“Well, if we hear any inspirational power chords, we'll just lie down until they go away.“

“I've got a theory that it's a demon... A dancing demon. No, something isn't right there.”

“Life's a song you don't get to rehearse. And every single verse can make it that much worse.”

“I'm just worried this whole session's gonna turn into some training montage from an eighties movie.“

“The day you suss out what you do want, there'll probably be a parade. Seventy-six bloody trombones.“

“And we were arguing and, and then everything rhymed and there were harmonies and a dance with coconuts.“

“I lived my life in shadow, never the sun on my face. It didn't seem so sad, though. I figured that was my place.”

“Well, I'm not exactly quaking in my stylish yet affordable boots, but there's definitely something unnatural going on here.“

“That would explain the huge backing orchestra I couldn't see and the synchronized dancing from the room service chaps.”

“I've been making shows of trading blows, just hoping no one knows that I've been going through the motions, walking through the part.“

“Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes. They got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses. And what's with all the carrots? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway?“

[ughseoks]

arcades after dark | myg

— pairing; yoongi x reader

— genre; fluff, friends to lovers au

— words count; 1.6k

— warnings; none, just lots of fluff!

— summary; you and yoongi had been best friends since the day you were born, nothing more. but when you sneak off to an arcade together in the middle of the night, sparks begin to fly.

— masterlist —

Knock knock knock.

“Yoongles, you in there?” you called through the door, leaning up to squint into the peephole. All you could see was… well, nothing. You were looking in from the wrong side, after all.

“Y/N?” Yoongi swung open the door with a soft smile, the sudden open space beneath your palms almost causing you to fall forwards into his chest, “You know you can’t see into a peephole from the outside of the door, right…?”

You waved your hand in front of your face dismissively before grabbing his hand, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. We’re going to the arcade!” The hand enveloping yours was warm and soft, sending chills up your spine as you gave it a soft tug and tried to pull him out of the doorway.

“Wait, wait-” he planted his feet and held onto you prevent you from walking any further, causing you to shoot him an annoyed look, “Aren’t you the one who always tells me that it’s dangerous to roam around the hotel at night?”

“Well, I guess I’ve changed my ways,” you pulled on his hand again and started to walk down the hallway, gripping harder when he still didn’t move, “Now come on, let’s go before we get caught! We need to live life while we’re still young, Yoongi. Besides, who’s gonna be in the arcade at this time of the night? Nobody will see us.”

Sighing, Yoongi relented and followed you down the hallway and into the elevator. “So, is everybody else gonna be there too, or…” he broke the silence as you pressed the lobby button and stepped back from the panel of buttons. A blush crept up his neck as he stared off into space, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Nah, just us,” you shrugged, “I didn’t think any of the others would wanna go with me at this hour. They’re probably either asleep or watching Netflix by now.”

That wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t the only motivating force behind your decision. You and Yoongi had been best friends since the day you were born, and you knew everything about each other. Whether it be his habit of stealing the other boys’ food from the dorm fridge or your hidden love for Tom Holland, it was laid out for the other to see without hesitation. Secrets didn’t exist between the two of you; any sort of personal information was fair game, and you never felt the need to conceal what was bothering you if you were upset.

However, there was one secret you just couldn’t let loose. Yes, you and Yoongi were best friends, but recently, you’d started to view him as… more… than just a friend. Every little touch sent your heart soaring, and every shared look caused your stomach to fill with butterflies. Even thinking about it now, you could feel your throat begin to tighten and your mouth begin to twitch with a hint of an embarrassed smile.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened, effectively ending your daydreams. Taking a step out into the hallway, Yoongi gave you an encouraging glance, beckoning you to follow. The two of you silently navigated the dark hallways until you finally stumbled upon the clear glass door with the word “ARCADE” printed in bold, bright font across the top. Giving him a thumbs up, you pushed open the door, running across the oddly patterned floor as soon as you set foot in the room.

Yoongi watched you from the entrance as the door silently closed behind him, chuckling as you jumped between the colored squares on the ground. After a minute or two of bunny-hopping and elementary school level shenanigans, you finally skidded to a stop in front of the skee-ball machines.

“Bet I can beat you!” you challenged him with a quirked brow, pressing the “start” button on the one directly in front of you after you slid your room card through the reader.

“Oh yeah?” he swiped his own card and hit the start button on the machine in front of him, “You’re so on.”

And so the night went on, the two of you playing game after game under the glowing neon lights of the arcade. It was nice, just the two of you getting to spend time together. Since he was a worldwide famous superstar, quality time between you two was scarce. It seemed like the only time you got to hang out alone was late at night after his practices, and even then, you only got a few minutes together. Most of the time, you were forced to bond over a late night facetime or in a group with the rest of Bangtan, and as much as you loved them all, you’d missed being with Yoongi alone. So, needless to say, you were enjoying your much-needed best friend date.

Glancing at your watch, you noted the time. 1:03am. “I guess we’d better get to bed soon,” you grumbled, angry that time had managed to fly by so fast. It always did when you were with Yoongi. “Did we get to play every game?”

“Every game but one,” he smirked, pointing to the dance game in the center of the room. Stepping onto one of the two platforms, you began to “stretch” while Yoongi scrolled through the song options on the screen in front of you.

“Ohh!! I love this song!” he cheered, immediately pressing it and stepping back onto the platform.

“Of course you do. It’s your song,” you rolled your eyes as the upbeat song began to play, the arrows beginning to move faster and faster on the screen until they were passing so quickly you could barely tell what direction they were pointing anymore.

“Jesus, Yoongi, what difficulty did you set this to?” you panted, moving your feet as quickly as you could make them go. At this point, you were stomping like a madman; any sort of technique had been thrown out the window a long time ago. Glancing to your right, you could see that Yoongi was struggling just as much, if not more, than you were.

“I don’t remember, Y/N,” he struggled for breath and a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, “I think... expert mode?”

You grumbled in response, shaking your head. Just as you were about to make some sort of sly remark along the lines of ‘aren’t you supposed to be a trained dancer?’, you tripped over your own clumsy feet, stumbling across the platform. As you tried to regain your balance, you managed to grab onto Yoongi, your hands clutching his shoulders as your body rammed into his. He let out a noise of surprise as you lost your balance together, crashing onto the floor with a loud thump. You groaned in embarrassment, not even noticing that he’d fallen right on top of you, one hand on the floor and the other holding your head gently so it didn’t hit the floor.

“That was awfully smooth, Min Yoongi-” you began to speak, but when you looked up into his eyes, you froze. He was staring at you, the lights of the arcade reflecting in his chocolate colored eyes. His cheeks began to tinge red as he continued to gaze at you, awed by your beauty. Your hair was splayed behind your head, the neon lights casting a soft light across your face.

“Yoongles?” you whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear. His eyes flickered down to your lips and back up a few times before he slowly moved down, closing the gap between you. You leaned forward slightly to meet him in the middle, your lips pressing against each others softly; his hand was threaded in your hair, helping hold your head up before he pulled away reluctantly.

“Wow,” he said, causing you to giggle slightly, “I’m starting to think it was a pretty good idea to come down here after all.”

“Oh, shut up,” you teased, “It was a great idea from the start.” You took a deep breath before gathering up your courage, finally spilling the secret you’d been dying to tell. “Yoongi, I, uh… I like you. Like, a lot.”

“Like me?” he widened his eyes in false surprise, “I never would’ve guessed, especially since you just kissed me.”

You blushed and slapped his arm lightly as he laughed, “I kissed you? I’m pretty sure it was the other way around, Min.”

“Hmm…” he pretended to consider what you said, “No, I’m pretty sure that you kissed me. I was there, after all-”

You cut him off by kissing him again, smiling against his lips before pulling away once more. “If I’m the one who kissed you first, then that means you’re the one who kissed me just now.”

“You know what?” he stood up from on top of you, holding out a hand for you to take, “I don’t think who initiated the kiss is important, as long as I get to kiss you.”

“It’s a good thing you’re cute, lil’ meow meow,” you winked and took his hand, gripping it tightly as he pulled you off of the floor..

“Oh, so I’m cute now?” A pout sat on his lips as he reacted to the nickname you’d given him, but a glint of mischief sparkled in his eyes.

“Don’t make me take it back,” you grinned and wrapped your arms around his waist, “Let’s head back up. I’m too tired for your antics.”

“Fair enough.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, and you swore the feeling of his soft lips on your skin would be seared into your mind for the rest of the night.

a/n; thanks for reading! i would die for soft yoongi, and my heart was uwuing the entire time i wrote this.

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[tricksterreformed-a]

The Lyrics are in Your Heart or THE ONCE MORE WITH FEELING MEME I COULDN’T FIND ANYWHERE SO I’M MAKING MYSELF

bonus: add ♪ or [music note] for our muses to have to sing whatever they’re thinking at each other for the duration of the thread feel free to change pronouns as necessary

GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS

“Every single night the same arrangement, I go out and fight the fight”

“Still, I always feel this strange estrangement”

“Nothing here is real.  Nothing here is right.”

“I've been going through the motions, walking through the part. Nothing seems to penetrate my heart”

“I was always brave and kind of righteous, now I find I'm wavering”

“Will I stay this way forever? Sleepwalk through my life's endeavor?”

“I can't even see if this is really me”

I’VE GOT A THEORY/BUNNIES/IF WE’RE TOGETHER 

“I've got a theory: some kid is dreaming, and we're all stuck inside his wacky Broadway nightmare”

“Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes!  They've got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses!”

“What can't we face if we're together?”

“Apocalypse?  We've all been there.  The same old trips, why should we care?”

“Hey, I've died twice.”

UNDER YOUR SPELL

“I lived my life in shadow, never the sun on my face. It didn't seem so sad, though, I figured that was my place”

“I’m under your spell”

“I saw a world enchanted, spirits and charms in the air.  I always took for granted I was the only one there”

“Your power’s shone brighter than any I’ve known”

“You worked your charms so well”

“You made me believe”

I’LL NEVER TELL

“My claim to fame was to maim and to mangle, vengeance was mine!”

“The only trouble is—I'll never tell.”

“I’ve read this tale: there’s wedding, then betrayl.”

“And I know there'll come the day I'll want to run and hide”

“I’ve tried.  But there’s these fears I can’t quell”

“Will our lives become too stressful if I'm never that successful?”

“Am I crazy?”

“Am I dreamin’?”

“Am I marrying a demon?”

REST IN PEACE

“I died so many years ago, but you can make me feel like it isn’t so”

“You’re scared, ashamed of what you feel”

“You can’t tell the ones you love, you know they couldn’t deal”

“Being with you touches me more than I can say”

“Since I’m only dead to you I’m saying: ‘stay away’”

“I’m telling you: ‘stop visiting my grave’”

“If my heart could beat it would break my chest”

“But I can see you’re unimpressed, so leave me be”

“I can lay my body down but I can’t find my sweet release”

“Why won’t you let me rest in peace?”

WHAT YOU FEEL

“Why’d you run away?”

“Don’t you like my style?”

“So what do you say? Why don’t we dance a while?”

“I turn the music on; I bring the fun in”

“All these melodies they go on too long”

“That’s the penalty when life is but a song”

“I can bring whole cities to ruin and still have time to get a soft-shoe in”

“I bought Nero his very first fiddle”

STANDING

“You keep pretending, but you just can’t hide”

“I know I said that I’d be standing by your side, but I...”

“I’m the reason that you’re standing still”

“I wish I could say the right words to lead you through this land”

“You just lie there when you should be standing tall”

“I wish I could lay your arms down and let you rest at last”

UNDER YOUR SPELL/STANDING REPRISE

“God how can this be?”

“You know I’ve been through hell”

“Believe me, I don’t wanna’ go”

“Wish I could trust that it was just this once, but I must do what I must”

“I can’t adjust to this disgust. We’re done”

WALK THROUGH THE FIRE

“I touch the fire and it freezes me... I look into it and it's black”

“Why can’t I feel?”

“I want the fire back”

“The torch I bear is scorching me”

“We’ll see it through, it’s what we’re always here to do”

“First he’ll kill her, then I’ll save her”

“Everything is turning out so dark”

“These endless days are finally ending in a blaze”

SOMETHING TO SING ABOUT

“Life’s a show, and we all play our parts”

“Where there’s life, there’s hope”

“Life’s a song you don’t get to rehearse and every single verse can make it that much worse”

“I live in Hell, ‘cause I’ve been expelled from Heaven”

“I think I was in Heaven”

“Life’s not a song.  Life isn’t bliss.  Life is just this: it’s living”

“You have to go on living”

WHAT YOU FEEL (REPRISE)

“What a lot of fun”

“Say you’re happy now. Once more. With feeling”

“See you all in Hell!”

WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE

“Where do we go from here?”

“The battle’s done and we kind of won”

“Why is the path unclear?”

“When do the trumpets cheer?”

“We can tell the end is near”

[mandysxmuses]

🐩 for each keeper

//oH BOY this might be a long one

So Niemand is one of the first ‘Keeper’ characters I created and is the one who has changed the least from his original conception. My main inspirations for him and a lot of the Keepers/the overall idea was popular dating sim and anime tropes, and in particular for him I took inspiration from the “yandere” trope, although Niemand technically isn’t one at all. I knew I wanted a cute and overall innocent character with a very dark side, but I also wanted there to be a reason for that dark side beyond it just being there because he loves someone and it needs to be there for the trope, so from the get-go I figured Jemand’s antagonistic and cruel relationship with him would be a more organic drive to bring Niemand to that point.

I could also say some Undertale inspiration helped me come up with him? Because my dream that inspired this whole thing and one of the first things I wrote with Niemand involved him shapeshifting into a rather ugly flower and accidentally scaring a Keeper off.

And I think the whole hedge maze/flower garden thing was probably Alice-in-Wonderland inspired, given that Alice in Wonderland was also inspiration for pretty much a lot of the tone of what I was going for making the Keeper universe.

Jemand is another one of the first characters I had in mind, and again, I already had a pretty basic outline of how his character and Niemand’s were supposed to be. He was supposed to be suave and clever and witty and smug, and Niemand was supposed to be more sheepish and meek by comparison. Though I will say Jemand has gone through a lot more small evolutions than Niemand has over time. He originally bickered with Niemand a lot and was frequently embarrassed by the gardener catching him up on things that he said rather than constantly being on top of things, and he did change to a much more antagonistic, domineering, outright crueler character over time -- I’ve tried to pull that back a bit because there have been times where I’ve worried I’ve made him too evil, but regardless, he’s still a lot nastier now than he was at first.

His main inspirations were, again, popular anime/dating sim tropes, so I wanted to take the trope of the suave idol-like characters who daksldmasl you know the ones you know the ones

The whole black-and-white thing was not necessarily inspired by anything (maybe Alice in Wonderland subconsciously since there’s the whole checkerboard motif he loves) but yeee

TODLICH oh m’boi Todlich, the man, the myth, the meme

The third character I had in mind from the get-go and still the most changed from his original conception that I can think of (besides Schatz but even his character changes weren’t as dramatic)

The tropes and inspirations Todlich pulls from aren’t that difficult to figure out, I’m sure there’s one in every otome game/dating sim where at least one character is an absolute trashfire but they have a route anyway because they’re physically attractive and in the game/anime so they have to come into play somewhere

But originally that’s... all he was, just an evil, killing-for-the-sake-of-killing character with zero actual motivations or story or reasoning behind it, and it made him feel very two-dimensional to me. Characters like that can work, of course, but when they do there’s always at least some story to it and mdlasdm Todd just existing like that with no story and no motivations bothered me

And this overall dissatisfaction with Todlich’s lack of character and lack of story altogether was what led to the Emma plotline, which ended up just ldsakmdl transforming the entire thing and making literally everything more fun to write for me and turned Todlich from one of the characters I disliked writing most to one of my genuine favorites dkmasldmds

(Also I lost most of my icons so I won’t have them all here but)

LAUT

Okie dokie, Laut is definitely an interesting one to talk about. He wasn’t actually a character I had in mind from the very beginning, but I came up with him soon enough after just figuring it would be neat to have an announcer talking over chases and telling everyone what’s going on

His inspirations were bookworm-type characters and socially awkward characters and I originally wanted him to be a more stern, snappy character, like one of the strict intellectual types 

(And the Pringles guy, no kidding, that’s what inspired his monocle)

And he’s more like a geeky high-class dork that just sits there calling everyone a peasant

And now that I think about it he’s changed just about as much as Niemand which means not much at all, I essentially had the idea of a guy with super long purple hair and a monocle sitting in a tower watching everybody but not being able to leave, and slowly suffering from the isolation.

RENEE AND VERGESS

OKAY SO I can’t take all the credit for Renee because a lot about her was suggested to me by another friend of mine, and they definitely contributed a lot to her overall character design (including her signature hat that she wears)

And I think even the spine-ripping she does may have been their idea? It has been a long time since I had this conversation with this friend so I do not know who of us came up with what besides the hat, I remember specifically she came up with the hat idea

I think they might have even picked her name mslkdkmlsak

I mainly wanted her to be a foil for the boys because they were so powerful and the Keepers definitely didn’t seem like they had much helping them at this point, and of course, the Emma plotline gave her having Keeper memories and her place in the game even more poignant

Vergessene’s character was heavily inspired by characters like Eeyore and Sadness from Inside Out, and I added him because I wanted another character to be on the Keeper’s side, but also to add even more tragedy to my big angst bowl because there evidently was not enough in the pot by that point

VERHEILER

The man of FLUFF, the fluffiest man, the most self-indulgent man I ever put into this universe

Fools may have thought I put Todlich and his physical attractiveness in for my own self-indulgence but no, NO, Verheiler was the one who I stuck in solely from what I would want in a weird fantasy world full of bizarre people who may or may not intend to kill me

I wanted a soft, tol man with bunny ears and a minty pretty soft color scheme and floofy hair and a kimono

And I wanted him to make me tea, and have a soft and gentle voice, and to be a complete pacifist, and just be the most wholesome of men

I wanted him to give hugs and lots of cuddles and be really affectionate but also respectful of boundaries if someone asked not to be touched

His inspirations were literally my own self-indulgent stupidity, and ASMR. That was a big inspiration for him, I really wanted him to be a comforting, calming, just genuinely sweet person since the Void had a distinct lack of any of these qualities before he was there.

KNIRSCHEN

Knirschen knocked down two popular tropes in one, the “tsundere” trope and the werewolf trope

He’s cold and grumpy and dismissive to people he likes, but softens up over time, ugh, I love that trope, got a weakness for that trope I have to say

Especially in Knirschen’s way, where the only reason he’s so pushy and determined to shove people away is because he’s scared he’ll transform and be more likely to hurt them if they’re close-by

I also thought, hey, I added a rabbit man, why not add a wolf character

And on that note

Egel/Walter

So since a rabbit man inspired a werewolf man, a werewolf man inspired a vampire man

But of course, this wasn’t the only inspiration for Walter. Vampires are a popular dating sim/romantic novel/generally thirsty-people-aimed media trope, so naturally he had to be in here

Though I wanted to make him also a nice, generally well-meaning character because the vampires I’d seen in some media treated their “love interests” like sacks of meat and I wanted to subvert that and by subvert that I mean yeet that idea out the window, I want a wholesome vampire

So I made a hot-pink haired, generally unintimidating, well-mannered sophisticated boyo who likes candy

But also gave him some depth by making his relentless nightly thirst for blood and monstrous reputation something he actively hates and wants to fight against rather than a part of himself he takes pride in

So he’s struggling with a very terrifying part of himself that he can’t help having, as well as being forced to use that side of himself in a horrific murder-game and even attack Niemand because Jemand’s terrible

Schatz... oh boy, Schatz

What even was the creation of this man? Of course the Void’s designated comic relief would have the most weird creation process and changes

(his inspirations were The Pirates of the Caribbean series and other pirate-like characters and series, and that one vine of the high dude possessed by a demonic spirit asking for a bagel)

First he was a regular pirate man who had a pet mouse because I’d never seen a pirate with a pet mouse before

WAIT character change, he’s a regular normal guy LARPing a pirate and just pretending all the time because he likes it

WAIT THERE’S MORE, he talks to his mouse and acts like he can have conversations with it and confuses everyone even more

WAIT, he hallucinates the mouse talking back

NO WAIT, the mouse is magical in nature and literally does communicate with him telepathically

HOLD ON the mouse is a demon now

AND the mouse can shapeshift and eat bathtubs and steal things for him

And the mouse... worships... Satan

okay, that’s enough, we’re done . . .. .

-- AND Schatz only LARPs as a pirate as a form of escapism because the Void is a ball of angst and Catnip is slowly but surely absorbing more power from all the suffering everyone is enduring and one day--

Kanonier

Oh boyo, dis guy

The man who literally exists just to have a butt bigger than Jemand’s and muscles slightly larger than Todd’s

no that’s not why he exists of course not but

I mainly just always wanted a rival character for Schatz after he showed up because dlsakdmslkd gosh we already have a pirate man who’s trying so hard to be a pirate, there has to be someone on the other end of the spectrum

(Apparently there is a spectrum ranging from Cowboy to Pirate)

Of course Toy Story is kind of an inspiration, but honestly, I kid ya not, Old Town Road was a big part in forming this guy’s character and you can decide how cursed that is.

Begleiter

Now, some of the inspiration around here gets a little more personal and deep to me.

This guy had a variety of inspirations, either drawing from things as bizarre as Dora the Explorer and those awkward creepy moments of her staring, to Daniella in Haunting Ground and her robot-like behavior -- to an app I had called W.oebot which was essentially made to help cope with mental health problems but always had me internally struggling. I knew this app was meant to help me, but I always felt this deeper sadness that the “person” I was talking to was just a pre-programmed app sending automatic messages in response to specific words, rather than a person genuinely listening and caring about what I was saying

(not judging anyone who would use this app and is helped by it, of course, just speaking of my own experiences and how I felt)

The human element wasn’t there and it could be deeply felt to me, and it inspired a lot about Begleiter and his own personality, especially in his past relationship or lack thereof with Emma, whose thoughts and emotions toward her and others could only be felt after he got his “upgrade” and a more humanoid body.

Serpentin

OOOOH Serpentin

His main inspirations were cryptids, body horror, a smol genuinely hilarious video of a cryptid-like man slowly creeping toward this dude in his garage, a game called “IT LIES” about a monster using yours and other people’s voices to lure it to you like prey, and Spongebob

........... a big helping of Spongebob

Subversion of a trope was another thing I was going for here, I wanted a genuinely creepy, terrifying looking character who based on appearances seemed like someone you’d want to hide in a closet from and cry over

But turns out this terrifying thing you just saw just saw you drop a penny and didn’t want you to lose it, so he came to return it to you, please don’t be sad

Clara Wilson

Clara is the... least fleshed-out character that I have, and I feel like that’s understandable, given that her own inspiration was from classic otome game/romance novel/dating sim characters, whose personalities and decisions and moral standings are usually given to them by the player rather than their own will

(Or, if they’re in a TV show or something, their personalities are kind of blank so that people can insert themselves more easily to the situation)

Her personality switches depending on the route she’s on, much like a protagonist in a dating simulator’s might. I’m still glad I added her on here, but XD I’d be lying if I said there was all that much to her, she’s just kind of a character that exists and has her personality filled out depending on who she’s interacting with, kind of like a character with literally dozens of AUs

[cagestark]

How about Peter, having had enough of Tony making fun of his short height (Tom is 1 inch shorter than RDJ), just coming to the Tower in high heels and Tony just short-circuiting

Sorry this took a minute! Thanks so much for the prompt

Peter is 18yo. 5k. Smut below. Ignores most canon. Pretty much all canon. Fuck that canon!

Read here on AO3. 

-

“Everybody scoot together. Come on now, act like you like each other. Please remember the rules, absolutely no bunny ears, no crude gestures, and no gang symbols are to be thrown. Am I using that right? Peter? Thrown? Okay—something isn’t right here.”

There is collective groaning as the original six Avengers—minus Dr. Banner who is on sabbatical halfway around the world, plus Bucky who can be trusted to go anywhere Captain Rogers goes, plus, well, Peter—let go of the breaths they’ve been holding and the smiles they’ve plastered on. At this point, Peter’s lips are wobbling from the strain of holding a pleasant expression. Captain Rogers, in one of his more sentimental moments, had insisted they take more photographs to document their time together before Peter went away to college, but no one had anticipated how difficult it might be.

“Who let the centennial man the camera?” whispers Mr. Stark into his ear. Warm breath fans across the younger man’s neck and Peter shivers, covering the reaction with a huff.

Never one to enjoy a laugh at someone else’s expense, Peter’s conscious demanded he stick up for Captain Rogers—though, the man had already accidentally taken the picture twice. “Come on Mr. Stark, he’s doing the best he can.”

“That’s what frightens me most.”

“Everybody, focus on me please! This would be a lot less painful if everyone could stand still for longer than it takes to blink. Now—wait—Peter I said shortest Avengers in the middle. No wonder we’re lopsided. Switch places with Tony to stand by Natasha, please?”

“With all due respect, I’m not the shortest, Captain,” Peter says helpfully. Because he isn’t. “That’s Mr. Stark.”

“Only one way to solve this,” Clint says, who has already used two previous opportunities to try to avoid taking the photograph altogether. He sprints away, leaping over a loveseat and disappearing down the hall. For a man who could be so stealthy, the sound his boots made on the floor was thunderous.

“Hate to break it to you, kid, but I’m taller,” says Mr. Stark. The older man draws himself up to his full height, and standing as close as they are (nearly chest to chest!), a tiny part of Peter wants to melt into a puddle. Except he’s been working on trying to appear more adult to Mr. Stark, which includes not wearing his character pajamas around the Tower anytime he spends the night, not creating edible volcanos out of his mashed potatoes and gravy at communal dinner times (even if Clint does it), and being one entire inch taller than Tony Stark.

So instead of melting, Peter pushes his own chest out until they look like two alpha birds posturing for dominance.

In the background, Natasha mutters: “This is like watching two penguins decide which will stand on the egg for the next month—“

“Miss Romanov, everyone knows that it’s the male Emperor Penguin who stands on the egg—“

“So you’re calling yourself the female penguin in this National Geographic love story scenario?” Mr. Stark asks, grinning. He breaks away and leans against the counter of the marble island. His face is warm, crow’s feet and laugh lines blooming in his mirth, and Peter’s stomach suddenly feels so full of butterflies that he can’t even open his mouth for the fear that they’ll all come fluttering out.

“If anything,” Bucky mutters to Captain Rogers behind them. “Peter’s the egg.”

Clint bursts back into the room. In his hand is a tape measurer, a metal, industrial looking thing more likely to be found on a construction site than in Stark Tower. “Alright gentlemen. Stand up straight, shoes off. We’ll settle this here and now.”

Peter nudges off his shoes, laughing. Mr. Stark does the same with his expensive dress shoes. Beneath the polished leather, he is wearing posh, brightly colored socks—Calvin Klein. Nice. Cute. God, even Mr. Stark’s feet are cute. Peter is so, so fucked.

They measure the older man first, the group crowding around, debating on whether the fluff of hair should be discounted.

“Tony—sixty-nine inches. Nice.”

Mr. Stark wiggles his eyebrows behind his tinted glasses. Peter’s face burns at the implication and all eyes turn to him while Clint runs the tape measurer from his heels up his spine to the crown of his head. Everyone holds their breath. Or maybe that’s just him. “Peter—sixty-eight.”

“What?” Peter cries. Mr. Stark bows, blow kisses while a few other Avengers applaud as if he’s done something extraordinary in that two-and-a-half-centimeters alone. Peter could have sworn he was taller, even just infinitesimally. He frowns, nudging his feet back into his sneakers and not bothering to tie the laces. So what if he’s pouting? The way Mr. Stark ruffles his hair, like Peter is a whole foot shorter and only ten years old, is downright counterproductive to his image!

“Now that that’s settled,” Captain Rogers says. “Can we get everyone in their spots please? Their proper spots.”

Begrudgingly, Peter switches with Mr. Stark to stand beside Natasha, who squeezes his shoulder, conciliatory.

“It’s okay, kid,” Mr. Stark says in his ear again, voice a warm vibration. “You’ve still got years of growing left, no doubt. All I have left to look forward to is growing in reverse. That’s shrinking, by the way.”

“Yeah, thanks Mr. Stark,” mutters Peter.

Captain Rogers calls their attention from behind the camera. “Okay, it’s all set. 8 seconds people! Say cheese—“ before dashing off to his spot at the end of the line.

Everyone makes last moment adjustments as the camera’s automated feature counts down. Peter shoves his hands into his pockets, tries to look happy. And then Mr. Stark’s hand comes up to press against Peter’s lower back as everyone shifts closer together. His breath stutters, feeling the warmth through his clothes, in the flush of his cheeks, and in several other even more embarrassing places.

“Cheese,” Peter breathes.

-

“You look like a lobster.”

Peter rips the photo out of Ned’s hands, face burning nearly as badly as it was in the photograph. One glance down proves that Ned—while not tactful—is certainly not wrong. Peter looks like he’s suffering from a terrible sunburn. It’s a direct contrast to how Mr. Stark looks next to him, regal, suit immaculate, glasses tinted to hide the squinting of his smiling eyes. He presses the picture in between pages of a textbook on his desk and slams it shut, willing it out of existence.

But not totally out of existence. Because God Mr. Stark looked so good.

“Besides Natasha, I’m the shortest Avenger,” Peter says, slumping into his desk chair. He picks up a sleek, metal ballpoint pen to click anxiously.  “How dorky is that?”

“You’re taller than I am,” Ned offers.

“Not taller than me,” MJ mutters, tapping away on her phone.

“I wouldn’t care about any of it except—I don’t know. I always thought I was taller than Mr. Stark.”

“Your height is cute, Peter,” says MJ, as if this is the most banal concern he’s ever expressed. “It’s endearing. You’re like a damsel in distress, so tiny and helpless—“

Peter takes the metal pen between his hands and bends it in half, tossing the pieces at her. “Damsel in distress?”

MJ brushes the pen to the floor, unimpressed. “Stark can do that too.”

“Not with his bare hands!” Ned chimes in. Peter beams at him. Ned is always in his corner—and together, they almost have enough neurons to keep up with MJ’s scathing repertoire. Almost.

Still: “This—none of this is the point, though,” says Peter. “I just need a quick way to grow three inches. Overnight preferably.”

“There are some sketchy surgeries I’ve heard of,” Ned suggests. Peter winces. Thanks, but no thanks.

“Just wear lifts, Peter. Stark does it all the time, how else do you think he comes close to being taller than Pepper Potts?”

Peter frowns. “Lifts?”

“Or heels.”

“Like—shoes for women?”

MJ finally looks up from her phone. Her expression is both disappointed yet unsurprised—bland but scathing, her curls a wild mane around her sharp features. “Shoes are for feet. You have feet. Not to mention, heels are a big turn-on for most men. And the confidence they can give? Wild. You’re missing out.”

“Heels are a turn on when Pepper Potts wears them. Besides, I doubt manufacturer’s even make them in my size—”

“Yeah, because your size nine feet are unheard of,” snarks MJ. She kicks off her stylish flats and nudges them across the room. “Try those. We’re the same size.”

Peter slips his feet into them and—okay. Not bad. They feel like they’re liable to fall off any moment but there are no laces to press into the top of his feet all day until they’re aching. And he has very nice ankles. He’s always thought so.

But what would Mr. Stark think? This whole gap year between graduating high school and going away to MIT was supposed to be spent finally making a definitive move on the man he’s been pining after since he was old enough to pine. So far, his progress has been lackluster. And by lackluster, he means non-existent. What was it that MJ said heels gave her? Confidence?

He could use some of that.

“What’s the verdict, Pete?” Ned asks.

Peter clears his throat. “MJ. Do you, by any chance, own any heels?”

-

“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,” Peter mutters with every step. “Jesus, Mary, Joseph—”

“They aren’t that bad,” MJ says. She’s smirking, and definitely is angling her phone too far towards Peter for it to be innocuous. If she’s filming or taking pictures, so help him God— “I’m actually a little jealous right now. Who knew your legs were so long, Parker.”

The heels are modest by the standards of MJ’s collection: two-and-a-half-inches, black. There’s a strap that goes around his ankle though it’s hidden by the hem of his skinny jeans, but it’s digging into the bone a little too much to be comfortable. The arches of his feet already ache, and he’s using muscles in his calves and shins that he didn’t even use when slinging webs thirty stories above the city. Not to mention, the heels themselves were so, so pointy.

“Cosmo said that wedges are easier to walk in, we should have picked some of those,” Peter mutters. They’re in Peter’s makeshift bedroom at Stark Tower. He doesn’t use it often, even though he’d certainly like to make use of the bed more than he does now—or Mr. Stark’s bed, if he’s being completely forthright.

“Wedges aren’t as sexy. You look hot,” MJ says. She slaps his ass, laughing when he yelps. “Please make sure you take a mental picture of the look on Stark’s face, okay? He’s going to flip his shit.”

“You think?” Ned asks from where he’s lounging on the bed.

“Yeah—do you really think so?” Peter’s fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, turning this way and that way in the lengthy mirror to see himself from every angle.

“Have I ever been wrong? Go get him, Parker.” She hauls Ned up off the bed. “Text us the details!”

-

By the time Peter makes it down to the lab, his stomach is in knots. He pauses just outside the elevator to breathe, wondering if he’s going to be sick. The only solace is knowing that Mr. Stark—Tony, for this, for now, let him be Tony—is alone in his lab. Most of the other Avengers don’t even have the clearance to come down to this level.

“Come on, Parker,” he mutters to himself, shifting in the heels. They’re pinching his toes, a little. “You’re Spider-man! Spider-man! You’ve fought actual real-life villains. This is cake. Absolutely cake. Okay. Okay. Let’s go—back upstairs—”

“Peter.” FRIDAY’s voice overhead nearly sends him stumbling to the ground.

“Yes?” He croaks.

“Boss is wondering if you’re going to come in or spend the rest of the evening in the hallway.”

Peter clears his throat. “Let him—tell him I’m coming.”

The lab still takes his breath away—the gleaming glass, the glowing holograms, the glistening metal. This is where magic happens. Tony is in the center of it, sitting on the floor, surrounded by papers, floating diagrams, and two different cups of coffee at various volumes. The older man is no longer in the suit he was wearing this morning for the picture. Instead, he’s wearing a rumpled t-shirt—who the hell the Raconteurs are, Peter has no idea—and blue jeans that fit tight around his thighs. His hair is mussed, and Peter has spent more than one fantasy wondering how it would feel under his fingers.

“Hey, kid,” Tony mutters around a pencil in his mouth. He reaches out to flick at one glowing hologram and it spins away. “What can I do for you?”

“Just came to—uh—see if you had plans—for dinner.”

Peter didn’t think he would make it this far. His palms are sweating, even as he wipes them on his jeans. What the fuck is he doing here? Wearing a pair of high heels? He’s a fool, the biggest, most naïve idiot. After this, he’ll never be able to show his face to Tony or the other Avengers again, he’ll probably have to flee the country, maybe change his name—

“I do now. How’s pizza sound? I just need to finish up some work here and then we can order in. I’m feeling like a homebody tonight.”

Peter’s heart soars. Suddenly he’s flying—forget fleeing the country, he’s going to move into Stark Tower permanently, probably never leave the older man’s side unless it’s to patrol or see his friends and aunt, hopefully become a permanent fixture in Tony’s bed and heart—“I’m pretty sure when you’re rich Mr. Stark, they just call homebodies recluses.”

Tony laughs. “Better than a hermit. Come help me up, kid, my knees are killing me.”

He only makes it one step. He stumbles—his enhanced sense try to save him, but he’s not used to the added height or obstacle of walking on his toes like this. He overcompensates, and then he is biting the dust, sprawled on his ass, tailbone aching as fiercely as his feet.

“Peter—” suddenly the older man’s knees are fine, downright impressive considering the speed with which is rises and crosses the room. Standing over Peter, he casts an impressive shadow, warm eyes washing over him from his hair all the way down to—Tony’s eyes widen. They literally widen, and Peter feels like if he were any less skilled with his poker face, he might have gasped like one of those ladies in the Victorian days, always swooning from scandals. He recovers quickly, reaching down to help him up.

Peter doesn’t need help though—now that he’s taken a spill, it’s like his body has acclimated. He bounces up with surprising grace, wincing at the throbbing in his ass even as it fades.

“Are you okay?” Tony asks carefully.

They are face to face, close enough that he can smell the older man’s body wash—and Peter has to look down, just ever so slightly, to look Tony in the eyes. Tony has an incredible set of eyes—the color of mahogany, framed with perfect dark lashes. They have the same effect on Peter as a knee to the gut might, stealing his breath. Jesus, this much eye contact can’t be healthy. It’s making him hard even, and Peter doesn’t know whether that is a feat or a failure. His throat is dry, so he swallows. “I’m fine. Great! So. Pizza?”

“Kid.”

“Personally, I’m feeling pepperoni.”

“Pete.”

“It’s an American classic.”

“Peter.” Tony clears his throat. He waves a hand towards Peter’s legs. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?”

“That—is not proper footgear to be in a lab—”

Supporting most of the smaller man’s weight, though Peter is fine Mr. Stark, really! Tony helps him cross the room and settles him onto a rolling chair. Peter’s embarrassment wars with his total dejection; it figures that his last hope at impressing Tony or coming across as anything other than a barely-post-pubescent teenager was a bust. Literally. Tears fill his eyes but he blinks them away.

“Peter—are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?”

“Just my pride,” Peter mutters.

Tony snorts softly. He stalks away to stand with a hip cocked against one of the metal tables. There, he takes his time and leisurely looks Peter over again, eyes catching and failing to pull away from the delicate heels on Peter’s feet. He licks his lips, and even as Peter’s breath catches, he explains it away. Chapped lips. Duh. The air down in the lab is very dry—

“So, what’s the deal, kid? Did you lose a bet?”

That just makes it so, so much worse. Peter crosses his legs, trying to shrink in on himself. Tony’s eyes track the movement, center on the flash of the delicate clasp around his ankle. Sniffing wetly, he picks at a loose thread on the side seam of his jeans and smiles weakly. “More like, I got some poor advice.”

“They look—good.”

Tony’s voice—the tone, like he’s trying to say something without saying it—makes Peter look up. If he was worried at all what he looked like, he needn’t be: Tony is staring at his shoes, head tilted like it’s an equation he’s trying to solve, or like he’s a patron at an art gallery looking at a particularly interesting Magritte painting.

“They do?” He asks. Peter isn’t above fishing for compliments, especially from this man, this incredible idol who could probably make Peter’s heart sing (and his dick harden) with half a glance and a kind word. “They don’t look—stupid? On me.”

“I was alive in the 70’s and 80’s kid. Heels were a thing. Hell, Bowie did it—I had the biggest crush on him when I was young.”

Peter perks up. Everyone knows that Tony doesn’t care about gender in his partners, but it’s rare for him to bring it up so casually in conversation like this. Every piece of information he learns about Tony is so fucking endearing, his heart aches in his chest. Quickly, he does the math in his head. “Really? A crush on Bowie? But—well. He was so much. You know. Older.”

Tony turns away. He bends to retrieve the pencil he dropped after Peter’s fall. “Yeah. Well I was seven. Age was just a number.”

“Is just a number.”

Tony hums, scribbling something down before tucking the pencil behind his ear. “It’s—the perspective is a bit different from the other side of thirty, kid. Take my word for it.”

“I’m eighteen,” Peter mutters. “Quit calling me kid.”

“What should I call you? Short stuff?”

This isn’t working, Peter thinks. Nothing will work, because this whole endeavor is just a fool’s errand. Nothing will ever change.

Peter can’t help it—he bursts into tears. Tony doesn’t notice right away, because Peter is a pretty silent crier, elbows planted on his knees, face in his palms, shoulders shaking. The silence must go on too long, because then Tony is crouched in front of him on his haunches, warm fingers wrapping around his wrist to carefully pull them from his face.

“Hey—hey, hey. What’s wrong, Pete? What hurts?”

“This—!” Peter says, tilting his head to wipe his damp cheeks on his shoulder. “You—not taking me seriously!”

“I take you seriously—I take you very seriously.”

“You don’t. You’re always calling me kid, like, like I’m still that little boy from the Stark Expo! And then, you’re one single inch taller which doesn’t matter at all in the scheme of things but I know you, I know you’re just going to use it as another excuse to keep from seeing me for the adult I am, and—”

“Is that what this is about,” Tony asks, wrapping a hand around Peter’s ankle. A thumb drifts under the cuff of his jeans to run along the strap of the heels. It hurts because it feels so good, makes him shiver with longing that he knows won’t ever be quenched. “You want to be taller than me?”

“I want to make out with you,” Peter snarks. “But at this point, yeah, whatever, I guess I’ll settle for being taller—”

“Peter.” Tony is soft and stern when he takes Peter’s chin in his hand. He shifts up onto his knees so that they are closer to the same height, those warm brown eyes drifted from Peter’s own down to his lips and then up again. All Peter’s breath seems to be caught in his lungs, he can’t move, can’t even blink for fear of missing a single moment as Tony leans forward slowly, giving the younger man ample time to turn away.

But Peter doesn’t—because he’s not dumb. Because this is everything he’s wanted for so long that he almost feels like it’s a dream.

Their mouths are open at the first press, heads slanting to slot together like they’ve been doing this for ages. His tongue can’t help but reach out, eager to taste the older man, and the first slide of Tony’s tongue against his own is. God. It’s orgasmic. It’s overwhelming. The rough press of facial hair, the firm grip of Tony’s hand as it slides around to cup the back of his head and bring them closer, Peter’s knees shifting open to create more space for their bodies to come together. He tastes like coffee, black. Tony tilts his head just a little more, coaxes his jaw to open wider so that he can lick into Peter’s mouth, and it’s wet, so sensual, Peter goes from soft to hard so quickly that it hurts, head dizzy.

“God,” Peter breathes into Tony’s mouth. Tony laughs softly but Peter barely gives him the chance, pressing his eager mouth forward, licking Tony’s teeth and sucking the man’s full bottom lip into his mouth until he’s the one groaning and sighing.

Tony pulls away, smiling when an upset, undignified noise comes out of the back of Peter’s throat. One of Tony’s hands—fuck, why are his hands always so hot, like there’s a fire burning right underneath the skin?—drift down and he runs his thumb along the obvious erection in Peter’s jeans until he whines. “You want to be taller, Pete? Well here you are. What next?”

“Didn’t think I’d get this far,” Peter gasps. His hips twitch upwards, desperate for pressure on his aching cock. Tony’s hand comes away instead, moving upwards to thumb at the button on Peter’s jeans.

“I have an idea,” the older man says lowly. He thumbs at the button of Peter’s jeans. “Can I, Pete?” He asks lowly, his knuckles slipping underneath the younger man’s shirt to brush against abs that jump at the contact. “You can say no. I wouldn’t be upset.”

“Have you even been listening?” Peter pants. “Yes, yes. Please Mr. Stark—“

Tony groans at the moniker. His fingers are nimble and practiced as he undoes Peter’s jeans, sliding them down his hips when he shifts up to make room. “We’ve got to break you of that habit. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Peter breathes. He’s so hard it hurts, cock straining obscenely at the front of his boxers, fabric dark and damp with precum. Under the older man’s gaze, he feels like he could combust, burst into flames.

“I’d undress you properly, but I’d really like to keep these on,” Tony says, eyes half lidded as he runs his palm down Peter’s calf to the heels, thumb stroking the exposed top of his foot.

“Whatever you want, just, please—it hurts—“

“What hurts?” Tony sounds mildly alarmed, pulling back.

Peter’s face burns. He palms at his cock. “My—you know—I’m—“

Understanding comes over Tony’s face, concern draining away. “Don’t worry, Pete. I’ll make it better.” And then he is leaning down, nuzzling Peter’s hand aside and putting his mouth over Peter’s clothed cock. Even through the cotton of his boxers, it is the most intense thing he’s ever experienced: the heat, burning him inside out, the pressure, the flash of whiskey eyes that won’t leave his own, always making sure Peter is interested in this, okay with this.

“God, Mr. Stark, yes. Fuck, fuck, that’s so good—so—oh—wait—“

Tony pulls back immediately, but it’s too late: Peter is cumming, balls drawn up tight against the heat of his body and throbbing, cock twitching as he spurts into his boxers. “Noooo,” Peter whispers, reaching down to jerk himself off so as to not ruin the orgasm. It’s still the hardest he’s ever cum, Tony watching on, looking pained himself with one hand between his legs and gripping his own cock. The rasp of flesh on denim is just loud enough to be heard.

“Why’d you stop me?” Tony asks.

Peter is gulping for air. At times like this, he wishes he knew sign language. “I didn’t want—not so soon but then—too late and—“

Tony smiles. “It’s okay Pete. I don’t care how long you last. I wanted you to feel good.”

“It felt so good Mr. Stark—“

Tony groans, laughing a little at the face Peter makes when he pulls his sticky boxers away from his half-hard cock. He shuffles on his knees to grab a cloth from inside a nearby cabinet and watches while Peter cleans himself off, still palming himself. He winks. “I’m glad. Never stop stroking my ego, kid.”

The motion of the older man’s hand between his own legs catches Peter’s eye and he swallows, mouth dry, thinking of doing the same thing Tony did just a moment ago, pressing his mouth to Tony’s clothes cock, feeling it jerk under the denim— “Can I—help you, now? Please?”

Tony’s mirth disappears. He stands, joints creaking, and turns away to adjust himself in his jeans. “I didn’t do that for reciprocation, Peter.”

“You did it because you wanted to?”

“Exactly.”

“Cool. Now I want to.” When he stands (after his legs have stopped shaking), he feels six feet tall. His legs feel endless. At the dark look in Tony’s eyes, he feels elegant, powerful, desirable. Tony lets him back him up against the table, box him in with his arms. This man is so powerful: a superhero, smart enough and strong enough to do anything he sets his mind to. And he’s shivering between Peter’s legs, smiling contentedly like he already has come. Peter isn’t hard again yet, but he can’t remember ever feeling this turned on, this sexual.

Carefully, Peter drops down to his knees. He crosses his ankles behind himself demurely and looks up through his lashes to watch Tony’s throat bob as he swallows. “Can I, Mr. Stark?”

Tony groans, head rolling like his neck isn’t strong enough to support it. He cards his fingers through Peter’s hair. “If you want to. I’m yours.”

Peter hums. Tony’s words feed a dark part of himself that he didn’t know was ever hungry. He feels drunk undoing the older man’s belt, drunk with lust and power. It’s as if he’s possessed by some sultry spirit who despite Peter being a virgin has no qualms leaning forward to mouth at Tony’s clothed erection.

The sharp inhale above him and the subtle tightening of fingers in his hair just sends him higher. Deeper. Tony’s scent is strong here, musky but clean.

“I’ve never done this before,” Peter says lowly, brushing his lips against the hard cock as he speaks.

Tony’s breaths are downright shaky as he laughs. “As long as you don’t bite me, there’s no way you could go wrong. I feel ready to blow my load as it is, fair warning.”

“Not yet,” says Peter, all wide eyes and shiny lips. “I want to play with it first.”

He carefully tugs down Tony’s boxers to take in the sight of his cock. It is flushed dark with arousal, twitching happily under Peter’s gaze. Instinct has him wrapping his fingers around the base where there is a nest of dark curls. Then he laps with the flat of his tongue at the head where there is a glistening wetness. He’s only ever tasted himself before, but Tony is remarkably similar. He takes the head into his mouth to suckle, tonguing at the frenulum to coax out more precum.

“Look at you,” Tony says quietly. They’re words that might usually inspire insecurity, but Peter is too far gone. He’s let the anxious part of himself relax to a safe place in the back of his mind. Here, he knows now, he is safe. There is no embarrassment, just his own arousal and the arousal he’s fanning in the man above him. Tony’s hand leaves Peter’s curls to cup underneath his jaw. When his thumb brushes against the rim of Peter’s lips wrapped around his cockhead, the young man opens his mouth to let the thumb in too, running his tongue over each in turn even as the cock jumps. “On your knees, but you still feel taller than me, Pete. Such a good boy—such an amazing man. Already a better man than I’ll ever be. Jesus, baby, just like that—whatever you want to give me.”

Peter opens his mouth wider. Tony’s thumb slips free even as his cock slips deeper. Peter can’t help it—his eyes slip closed. The skin feels like velvet on his tongue as he laps at it, being careful to keep his teeth away. One hand comes up to cradle Tony’s balls and he feels more than hears the groan it draws from the older man’s chest. He establishes a rhythm, sucking as best as he can around his own whimpers, pulling back sometimes to lap at the head. When the cock approaches the back of his throat, he swallows on instinct and Tony’s hands slip free from his hair to scrabble at the metal counter behind his hips, knuckles white. The whole time, Tony keeps up the litany of filthy praise, and if both his hands weren’t busy, Peter would absolutely be palming his own cock which has returned with a vengeance.

“Almost there, Pete,” Tony warns softly. “You can pull back if you want to.”

He doesn’t want to—thanks for asking. He closes his lips around the cock head while running one hand over the shaft, slick with his spit. The precum increases, the balls in his palm grow tight and Tony tosses his head back as he comes, the noises leaving his mouth making Peter throb and whine even as he works to swallow the hot load of cum that floods his mouth.

When he pulls away, there is the briefest moment of insecurity. But it is smothered between them as Tony gathers him in his arms, tilting his head upwards just slightly to press their mouths together. Surely he must be able to taste himself, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“You’re incredible,” Tony murmurs into Peter’s neck, placing a sweet kiss there. When he pulls back, his eyes are decidedly misty and more vulnerable than the younger man can ever recall seeing them. “All this effort—Peter. I don’t know if I’m worth this.”

“Let me decide,” Peter says. He lifts his chin just barely to place a kiss on Tony’s forehead. “And from now on—if anyone asks—”

Tony snorts softly. “You’re taller?”

“You read my mind.”

“On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“Keep the heels.”

[fromcrossroadstoking]

Talbert and the Potatoes

Part 2 of Welcome to the 5061st

“Army food sucks” - Floyd Talbert, probably 

Tags: @gottapenny @itisjustmethistime @indigosandviolets @scarecrowmax 

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May 15th, 1115

Floyd Talbert was not supposed to be a cook. He signed up to be a man with a gun, fighting shoulder to shoulder with his fellow infantrymen. But no. The Army shoved a spatula and a handful of laminated recipes at him and now here he was - surrounded by crates of mostly identifiable ingredients. The lettuce, although now more brown than green, was at least still obviously lettuce. There were the potatoes, of course - the never-ending, always there, always sort of mushy, potatoes. The carrots, inexplicably, were more like pale orange-ish sponges. The meat was, well, meat. Of a sort. What that sort was, Talbert wasn't sure and the label on the crate wasn't kind enough to say. 

He was still staring at the crates when the head cook, Grant, walked in.

"Anything good Tab?"

"Is there ever?"

Grant grinned as he started poking around the crates and putting the food away. Talbert sighed, picked a crate, and started putting stuff away as well.

Just then the door swung open and in sauntered Luz.

"Grant! Tab! If it isn't my two favorite cooks!" A massive grin was plastered on Luz's face.

"And how can we help you today Luz?"

Luz turned very serious, "Glad you asked, Grant. I need food for my child."

Talbert and Grant both stopped what they were doing and turned to face Luz.

"The hell you talking about Luz? You don't have a kid."

"Actually, I do. Just adopted."

"Bullshit," Grant scoffed and turned back to his work.

"Its true! He's adorable. He's a little guy - brown eyes, brown hair, long ears. Named him Scruffy."

Talbert smirked and shook his head, "You adopted a goddamn bunny?"

"I did! And he's hungry. I'm sure no one will miss a couple carrots and some of that lettuce, so cough it up, yeah?"

"Can't help you Luz. They barely give us enough to feed the people here, never-mind pet bunnies. Just feed him some grass or something huh? Isn't that what they eat?" With that, Grant left the kitchen to pile some of the empty crates up outside.

Luz turned to Talbert, giving him the best damn puppy eyes he could, "Come on, Tab. Just a couple carrots? A handful of lettuce? Don't let an innocent bunny starve."

Talbert shot a furtive glance towards the door and quickly stuffed a few things in Luz's hands.

"Here take these and get out of here before he gets back."

Luz grinned, "Thanks Tab. Knew you were a good man."

Luz turned to go but Talbert grabbed him by the elbow and leaned in to whisper, "You know you should tell Roe about the adoption. He might be in to single dads." 

Talbert released his arm and winked as he went back to unloading one of the crates.

Luz could feel the heat rise in his cheeks and silently prayed he wasn't blushing too badly.

"Gee, Tab, thanks. I'll get right on that." As Luz turned to go he added with a hiss, "And also, for the record, I said he was cute, not that I was in love with the guy."

"Whatever you say Luz," Tab's voice was the sing-song tone of a tease.

Luz turned on his heel and made his exit. He had a bunny to feed.

May 15th, 1145

Talbert was just beginning to peel the mountain of potatoes when Grant finally returned.

"Jesus Christ, Grant. How long does it take to stack a few crates?"

"Don’t be dramatic. I haven't been gone that long."

"Its been an hour!"

"It was a half hour tops!"

"Fine! Half an hour! It still only takes five minutes to stack crates."

"Yeah, well... " Grant added nothing further and simply went back to making preparations for the day's remaining meals. 

After several moments of silence, Talbert couldn't help but add, "Nice hickey by the way."

Grant immediately readjusted his shirt, pulling the collar closed as best he could while mumbling a quiet goddammit.

"Alright, fine. I ran in to that real cute nurse. You know the blonde one? Kinda tall?" 

Talbert grinned wickedly, "Oh, yeah! Name's uhhhh... it rhymes with Boe Biebgott yeah?" 

Grant threw a potato at his head.

May 15th, 1300

Talbert had the great pleasure of serving lunch that day. The usual chorus of moans and groans and complaints filled the line as he scooped the standard Army fare on to everyone's trays. 

The only person who never really complained was Roe. He always gave Talbert a small smile and nod of appreciation as he moved through the chow line. Spina, on the other hand, who was almost always right behind Roe, was never afraid to rib Talbert about the state of the food.

Except for today.

Roe and Spina moved through the line without so much as a sound - no hello, no food jokes, no smiles or nods. They had been down a surgeon for two weeks now, leaving them overworked and exhausted.

They looked like the walking dead.

When Talbert had a moment, he placed an entire pot of coffee on their table.

May 16th, 0700

Talbert walked in to the kitchen to start his day and was immediately confronted by a massive pile of potatoes. 

Potatoes. Again.

"Grant, tell me I'm hallucinating."

"Sorry, Tab."

"We've been serving potatoes and meat patties for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!For weeks!"

"I know."

"We keep this up and we're going to be facing a revolt! I'm surprised no one's started building a guillotine yet!"

Grant finally looked up from the potatoes he was peeling, "Don’t be ridiculous. No one's going to build a guillotine. Too much work. Now a noose... that's easy and quick." Grant grinned at his own joke as Talbert sighed, picked up a potato, and got to work.

May 16th, ????

He wasn't sure how long he had been peeling potatoes. Had it been hours? Days? Weeks? Had he ever done anything besides peel potatoes? He had a vague memory of hitting a ball with a bat. That had been something different. (Or maybe it had been a potato he hit? And maybe the bat had just been a peeler?)

May 16th, 1115

"Tab! I need some more veggies for the little guy, please and thank you!"

"Luz! Glad you're here! Look at his!"

Talbert held out a potato for Luz's inspection.

"...a potato? Yeah, Tab, uh, we've seen a lot of those lately."

"No, look at it!"

Luz stared at the potato, not entirely sure what he was looking for, "Can I have a hint?"

"It's a face! A famous face!"

Luz's eyes darted between his very obviously not okay friend and the potato.

"I don't see it."

Talbert gave an irritated sigh and started pointing out the supposed facial features of the potato.

"Do you see it now?!"

"Umm, sorta?"

"It's MacArthur!"

Luz gave Talbert a long, hard look.

"Jesus Christ, Tab. You gotta get out of the kitchen."

May 16th, 1415

Floyd Talbert made a very solemn vow to himself that once the war was over, he would never peel another potato again.

May 16th, 1800

He wasn't supposed to be serving dinner. It was Grant's turn but Grant had disappeared without a word.

The MacArthur potato was nestled in his apron pocket. He wasn't sure what to do with it yet. Maybe he'd give it to Winters.

(Liebgott didn't show up for dinner either.)

May 16th, 1845

A Korean kid, no way any older than 13, came through the line. He didn't know where the kid came from but since the kid was scrawny as all hell, Talbert gave him extra portions of everything.

He also handed him the MacArthur potato.

It seemed fitting.

May 16th, 2200

After he finished up in the kitchen, Talbert had gone and played cards with Luz, Roe, and Spina. It had not gone well for Talbert and now he was completely broke. Broke and bone-tired.

Sighing as dramatically as he could, he entered the tent he shared with Grant, Sisk, and Babe.

His less than quiet entrance earned him a very adamant "shut up" from Sisk, who was curled underneath his blanket, attempting to sleep.

Babe was already snoring away. Grant looked dead to the world.

Realizing everybody in the tent was asleep (or attempting to sleep) and wasn't going to listen to his prepared rant about the unending monotony of war and the lack of decent pay and Roe being an absolute goddamn card shark, he decided to just turn in for the night.

Pulling back his covers, he immediately froze.

Potatoes.

Fucking potatoes.

His bed was covered with them.

A sudden howl of laughter from behind him caused Talbert to whip around. Grant was very much awake and laughing so hard he was gasping for breath.

"We - " Grant broke out into a new round of laughter, "We aren't serving them tomorrow and -"

"And-"

Grant was struggling to get the words out.

"And I didn't want you to miss them!"

Grant crumpled into a fit of laughter, tears running down his cheeks, as Talbert stared disbelievingly at him.

Fucking potatoes.

[sorrowmarked-a]

buffy : once more with feeling || accepting 

“Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes. They got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses. And what’s with all the carrots? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway?“ -- @wretchedvitality ( karen page & nick miller )

Karen glanced out of the corner of her eye, was the guy two seats down from her ranting about rabbits? She looked at Josie making a subtle motion with her hand, slicing right at the neck, an indication to cut that one off. She pivoted to face him, one arm on the bar. “The carrot thing is a myth,” she said, “We associate bunnies with carrots because of Bugs Bunny, in reality, carrots are like ... a sometimes snack for bunnies,” she said. And she would know, her family had some out in their vermont backyard farmhouse. Bunnies and chickens and goats, which made their restaurant farm to table after most people in the town stopped coming in post 9/11. 

[oblivionlotus]

“Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes. They got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses. And what’s with all the carrots? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway?“ from Blake

buffy : once more with feeling … SENTENCE STARTERS

Leto couldn’t keep from laughing at the observation; her laughter was free and wild, though it sounded like the baying of a horse with a throat infection.

“WHY the suspicion against bunnies?” she asked, amazed that anyone could NOT find them cute. She thought they were harmless enough. “I’m pretty sure they need good eyesight because they’re prey animals; I doubt it’s anything more insidious.”

She tried to understand and struggled to come up with any valid explanation, until two words echoed in her head.

“Ohhhh, I get it,” she smiled. “The Watership Down movie, right?”

[sebastianshaw]

“Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes. They got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses. And what’s with all the carrots? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway?“ (Isis)

“Spotting traps. They’re edible and they know it.”

[hyunlixsung]

Drabble Me This

Hey guys I’ve decided to do a Drabble game! My best friend helped me make this list! @himekute Love you bestie!

-One person = one number

-70 numbers available!

-Mainly stray kids but can do side characters from other groups in the Drabble

-You may request a time stamp along with your number 

1-“All it took was one look into those eyes and I knew that was the last time I'd be at home for a while." - girl of protective parents runs away/breaks rules for rebel bf

2-“Why is there a duckling floating in the bathtub?" - girl rescues a duckling from side of the road and brings in home. Bf discovers it and they become duck parents.

3-“I remember this feeling. It feels like home." cuddly bf attached to gf hip. Touching her one way or another - backhugs, holds hand, hand in back pocket, arm around hip.

4-“We didn't know when we'd see each other again." Spontaneous kissing. Passionate. Hands through hair. Picks up and pushes against the wall. Sits on counter tops. Nuzzling. Lip biting and bruising.

5-“Do you trust me?"

6-“You don't have to do this. I can change. I'll be better."

7-“When I hear forever, I see their face smiling back at me."

“8-“I didn’t mean to kill her.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m dead!”

“Her voice is still so energetic”

9-“Are we lost?”

“No?????”

“That sounded reassuring”

10-“I don’t really think before I act. It’s part of my charm”

11-“Excuse me? Are you telling me what to do?....thank goodness I have NO idea what I’m doing.”

12-“I'm dying."

"No you're just hungry." (Not looking at them. Looking at tv)

(Lays body across their legs) "I'm not gonna make it."

13-“You have three seconds before I start screaming."

"Listen I-"

"One"

"You don't understand-"

"Two"

"You see the thing is-"

"Three"

SCREECHES

14-“Don’t worry nobody is expecting much. Just be you...actually be you but like less...you.”

“Was that supposed to be a pep talk?”

15-“You couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions”

16-“Oh bite me” I rolled my eyes. I failed to notice his smirk. “With pleasure darling”

17-“When I’m done with you, you’re back is gonna be four different shades of red”

“Not if you can’t catch me”

18-“Take your things and go!...what are you DOING?! Put me down!”

“You said take my things and go!”

19-“Talk dirty to me."

"It's your turn to do the dishes tonight."

"That's not what I meant."

"You broke our dishwasher trying to clean your crocs."

20-“When I say who's cute, you say me!"

"Who's cute?" "Me"

"Who's cute?" "You"

"Who's cute?" "Us"

"This is why I love you"

21-“Iwon’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me”

“You’re the reason im injured!”

“How was I supposed to know you would be dancing around the house mopping and that you would be very jumpy???”

22-“We gotta go NOW!”

“Why WHERES the fire?”

“Listen idk if you wanna deal with them but I’m not in the mood to have purple marks all over my neck!”

23-“Yeah you think you’re tough! Come AT me!”

“This I was a TERRIBLE IDEA!”

24-“This has got to be one of your dumbest ideas you've ever thought of."

"Relax babe." [Wears goggles while chopping onions] "see no tears."

"Did you just cut yourself?"

"I think we need to go to the ER"

25-“What’s the plan?”

“You had a plan?”

“YOU were supposed to have the plan!”

“well I didn’t!”

26-“Hey so I was wondering..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you just found your next meal."

"Because I just did." Smirks

27-“You’re in trouble now baby.”

“Is is it too late to kiss it better?”

28-“I’m gonna show everyone who you belong to. You’re mine!”

29-“This is a terrible idea.”

“Do you wnat to go home?”

“Hell no! This is the most fun I’ve had in years!”

30-“I know this isn’t the way you wanted your life to turn out, but is that really such a bad thing?”

31-“You know when you said 'let's make tonight fun' being hunted like deer in the back alleys wasnt exactly what I had in mind."

32-“You were about to spend the night reorganizing your spice cabinet."

"I don't need to be attacked like this right now."

33-“I’m cold, I’m

Tired, and I’m going to lose it if I don’t have cuddles and coffee in the next three minutes”

34-“How fast are you?”

“I compete with tiger”

“You mean A tiger?”

“No I mean tiger....my cousin’s rabbit”

35-“If they catch us were dead!”

36 “If I get one more jump scare I’m pulling this car over!”

“Umm THERES A WOLF ON OUR ROOF!”

37-“ Remind me again why I'm doing this."

"Because you love me."

38-“ Out of my way my baby is hurt!”

“39-“I’m not gonna ask again. You stay away from MY girl or I’ll rip You to shreds!”

40-“Your lips look cold can I warm them up?”

....”is that your way of asking for a kiss?”

“Listen linda I’ve been wanting to do this for MONTHS now just let me be smooth for once-“

41-“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Make yourself useful and kiss me.”

42-“So tell me whatcha want, whatcha really want."

"I'll tell ya what i want, what i really really want.

I want to kiss you (or i want to marry you or i want you to be mine)."

43-“Hey babe."

"Yeah?"

"We're out of sugar."

"I'll add it to the grocery list lat-"

Kisses her lips

"Don't worry about it. I got some."

44-“Why do we have 50,000 pillows on the bed. We only need two."

"Listen, when the dust bunny soliders bust into our home we won't be sitting ducks. You'll thank me later."

45-“How many lives need to be ruined before you admit here’s a problem?”

46-“Just because you can see a use doesn’t make something useless!”

47-“I never asked you to save me. And I definitely didn’t ask for the rest of this.”

48-“Stop shutting me out and talk to me for once. PLEASE."

49-“Everybody makes mistakes.”

“Not everyone makes the same mistake three times!”

50-“Fool me once shame on me, fool me twice shame on you. Fool me three times shame on you again for taking advantage of my good nature!”

51-“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the wya they look at you, whisper and chatter when you appear. They think you’re going to rescue them.”

52-“Run away if you want, but know who you are leaving behind and the risk you are taking. They may not be so patient.”

53-“I told you this all those months ago when we first met. I'll say it again. I'm not who you think I am."

54-“Don’t act like you know me. You don’t KNOW me”

“Yes I do!”

“What’s my favorite color then??”

“Easy blue!”

“...that doesn’t prove anything.”

55-“DOES IT LOOK LIKE I NEED TO BE SAVED?? AM I BROKEN TO YOU??"

"No that's not it."

"What is is then?!?!"

"I love you."

56-“I love you on the outside.”

“Wow that makes me feel SOOOO much better”

“Now let me love you on the inside.”

57-“I already said 'I love you'."

"I know."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want you to say it to me again and mean it this time."

58-“I love you”

“...what did you say?”

“Umm I said you cute?” 

“Say it again.” 

“You cute.” Gets close to her face “say it again”

59-“Can you do something for me?" 

“Anything for you baby." 

“I want you to kiss me. And not just the sweet little short kisses we give each other. I need those long, hot, passionate deep kisses that'll leave me breathless. I need you to hold me close to your chest and make it feel like you'll never let me go. I need you to-”

60-“When I saw his face, I could see our entire future together. But when I looked into her eyes, all I could see were galaxies and possibilities."

61-“Are you new here? I don't think I've ever seen you before." 

"Yeah, we've only met in your dreams. You're even more beautiful in person."

62-“DONT cover your marks. I want people to know you’re not for sale.” 

“...so I’m an object?” 

“No! Never! Sorry that came out wrong. But you are mine and I’d like people to keep their hands off.”

63-“(member full name)” “Yes (member last name) (y/f/n)?”” We aren’t married?” “Not yet babe”

64-“nope no kids!” “Why not :(((?” “I have to look after YOU!”

65. "Hey baaabe..." 

“Yeeeaaah???" 

“You never said we were expecting company." 

"I never said what-" pauses and stands protectively in front of them. In a deep voice and darkened eyes "What are you doing here?"

66-“okay this is going to seem absolutely crazy but I need you to run!” 

“You want me to RUN?? I’m sorry running is a SIN!” 

“It’s either that or be eaten take your pick.”

 “If I choose eaten does that make me a snack or a meal?”

67-“oh please I bet you can’t even kiss a girl sweetly . All you know how to do is be rough.” 

Slams hands on desk. “But you like it rough don’t you? I can see it. But that’ll have to wait for another time.”

 Scoff. “Another time? Like you’re gonna get a first time-“

68. "Why did I ever trust you!?!?" 

"Baby, don't say things like that! You can trust me!!" 

"YOU ATE THE LAST SLICE OF BANANA BREAD WHEN I PUT A SPECIAL STICKY NOTE ON IT." 

"I'm sorry 😭😭"

 "No this marriage is over." 

"We aren't married.”

 "You're right we aren't now."

69. "Don't touch me. Don't look at me. Don't think about me. Don't *shaky breath* just *voice breaks* don't."

 "Love, let me explain. That wasn't me." 

"It wasn't you?? If it wasn't you, then who was it???? Hmm!" 

"My twin."

70. "Hey! Do me a favor will ya?"

“Yeah sure what do you - is that, why is there blood on your shirt?

“Kiss me.”

“W h a t?”

Kisses and pulls back after people pass them.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah sure whatever...blushes

[zwei-the-penguin-with-a-pen]

‘You and I’

"Those drinks aren't gonna mix themselves, Nora! Stop gawking at Ren's behind and sling some drinks already!" Pyrrha joked though she could definitely use the assistance. The Dirty Glass was packed tightly on this Friday evening. Nothing special was going on, as far as she knew, but Friday was a busier day.

Nora rolled her eyes at the back end of Pyrrha's comment and grabbed two bottles. She popped the caps off the two stouts and slid them down the bar to waiting patrons. The two of them threw their Lien on the bar and thanked the electric redhead. They had left a good bit of change, which Nora threw into a jar behind the counter.

"I love people who pay in cash..." Nora mused, spacing for a second. She caught a shot glass Pyrrha had tossed to her without realizing it.

"I need a Screwdriver for table nineteen, ma'am!" Ren asked her as he stepped into the kitchen to collect a meal for delivery. Her orange hair bounced as she shook the orange juice and vodka in a steel cup, straining the mixture into the shot glass Pyrrha had tossed her. She dripped some Grenadine into the beverage for a bit more color. "Thank you, my love!" Ren told her with a wink as he scooped up the glass and made for his table.

Nora's eyes turned to hearts at that.

"Are you ever going to jump that boy?" A patron at the bar asked her. Nora giggled at the blue-haired woman, a regular customer she'd known for a while, knowing full well that she'd been joking.

"I pounce on him regularly, hon! Our neighbors probably want us evicted!" She joked. Pyrrha rolled her eyes and chortled.

"If anything, they want Jaune and me to get lost!" Pyrrha winked.

"I appreciate not hearing about your sexy time at work, Nikos!" Ren complained with a laugh as he emptied a bucket of ice into a cooler. "Then again, not hearing about my own would be wonderful too!" He jabbed. Nora stuck her tongue out at him.

"That will only make things worse, Thunder!" Pyrrha joked back. Ren rolled his eyes and returned to the kitchen.

"How come your boy isn't here?" The customer asked Pyrrha. She blushed at the words.

"He's on the full restaurant side. I'm headed over there as soon as my shift is over. I'm supposed to sing a couple of numbers with the jazz band playing."

"Ooh, you sing? Sing for me!"

"It's a bit too noisy in here, ma'am..." Pyrrha attempted to dodge the request. Jaune walked in through the kitchen. It must be his break time.

"Aw, come on! Your boy's here now! Sing him a song and let us all hear!" The customer encouraged.

Nora slammed her fist on the metal sink behind the bar. "Attention, patrons! We will now treat you all to a musical number from our very own PYRRHA NIKOS!!!" She announced, her voice thundering through the bar. The whole room went quiet.

"I'm going to whip your butt when we get home!" Pyrrha complained.

"Talk dirty to me, Magnet!" Nora retorted, a few customers laughing. Pyrrha rolled her eyes and stepped up onto a barstool and then up to the bar.

"Don't tell anyone you saw this, or I'll kill all of you!" She joked. She pondered her song choice for a minute, then stomped and clapped a beat. The crowd followed with their own feet and hands.

Don't you worry there, my honey

We might not have any money,

But we've got our love to pay the bills

Maybe I think you're cute and funny

Maybe I want to do what bunnies

Do with you, if you know what I mean

She grinned and winked at Jaune as she sang that line. The blond boy blushed ten shades of red at that. He knew he'd have to join her for the next verse. Pyrrha stomped her way into the chorus.

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France

Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how do dance

Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain, making everybody look like ants

From way up there, you and I, You and I

Jaune climbed onto the bar next to Pyrrha. She planted a soft kiss on his lips, earning some rowdy cheers from their audience.

[Jaune]: Well you might be a bit confused

[Pyrrha]: And you might be a little bit bruised

{Jaune]; But, baby, how we spoon like no one else.

So I will help you read those books

If you will soothe my worried looks

[Both]: And we will put the lonesome on the shelf

The two of them stomped and clapped away as they sang the chorus through twice. The entire bar clapped and cheered for the two of them. They kissed again before climbing off the bar.

"I love you, Knight..." Pyrrha told Jaune softly.

"I love you more, Magnet..." He replied, kissing her again.

"That's impossible, but I believe you anyway." Pyrrha twirled a lock of her deep red hair with one finger.

"BACK TO WORK! THESE DRINKS AREN'T GONNA MIX THEMSELVES, REMEMBER?!" Nora chided with a laugh. Pyrrha rolled her eyes and mixed three cocktails in the time it took Nora to make one.

"I might just whip your butt right now!"

"Oh, baby!" Nora retorted, poking her behind out toward Pyrrha.

"This shift is never going to end..." Ren resigned from the kitchen, where he was now cooking a steak dinner. "At least you get to leave this craziness," He told Jaune as the blond boy was stepping out the door to venture back across the street to the Light and the Glass.

The rest of their shift ran smoothly enough. Ren and Nora ran home together, thankful for the alone time they would receive. Pyrrha changed clothes, trading her awful uniform for a spectacularly scarlet evening gown, before making her way across the street to perform with the Dust Crystals. They were a four-piece smooth jazz outfit that played local venues, and Pyrrha was friends with their saxophone player. Topaz and her cohorts always welcomed Pyrrha's pipes to share their stage.

Pyrrha and Jaune caught a taxi back to the flat they shared with Ren and Nora. Those two had tired themselves out by the time Pyrrha and Jaune returned, so now they would get some alone time.

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Day One: Favorite Character

RESTAURANT/BAR AU!!! I don’t know, I was thinking of ‘Galway Girl’ by Ed Sheeran...

Song featured is ‘You and I’ by Ingrid Michaelson. Check her out, she has jams.

Pyrrha is still my fave. No surprise there.

Anyway HAPPY RWBY ART CHALLENGE EVERYONE!

[supergirlfics]

B!D getting her wisdom teeth out and Alex brings her home and takes care of her but she can't stop laughing about her little sister cause she acts so silly and funny. She video tapes it and teases her about it every few and then? Maybe shows the superfriends because she lost on a game at game night against B!D and on the video she says cute and crazy stuff about all of them?

“Alex,” You said, your voice difficult to understand through the gauze and the swelling. “Alex. Alex. Wow, Alex.”

“What is it?” Alex asked trying to hold back her laughter. 

“You are just the most beautiful ever. Do I get a milkshake now?”

“Are you trying to bribe me into buying you a milkshake?”

“I don’t know what a bribe is, but you’re the best sister in the whole entire car. I want a chocolate milkshake.”

“Why don’t we let the swelling go down for a little bit and when Kara comes over later I’ll have her bring you a chocolate milkshake, okay?”

You started crying hysterically. “No! I just want a milkshake. Alex, please. Alex. Alex, you’re ruining my life.” You started crying as soon as you had stopped. Your tongue hung out of your mouth and you poked in repeatedly, looking as if you were in a trance.

“Stop touching your mouth, Y/N.”

“Why are my intestines coming out of my mouth? What did they do?” You started breathing heavily as you continue to poke and pull at your tongue.. “This is not where my intestines should be. They were supposed to take my teeth, but they forgot to put my intestines back in. We have to go back and fix it.”

Alex could hardly speak, she was laughing so hard. “Those aren’t your intestines, sweetie. That’s your tongue.”

“I don’t have a tongue.”

“You do have a tongue. Now stop touching it.”

“Alex,” You said.

“What?”

“Why did they take my intestines? And why are you laughing at me? Alex. You’re laughing and it’s not funny. You’re not funny. I’m the funny one. And Alex? Did you know that you are Supergirl. You can fly.  Can you make the car fly?”

“I can’t make the car fly.”

“But you’re Supergirl. Supergirl can do anything. Did you lie to me? Are you not Supergirl?”

“I’m not Supergirl,” Alex said. 

“No! Why? Why do I have to be the coolest sister? I don’t even have superpowers. If you were Supergirl, you would be the coolest. But now it has to be me and that’s a big responsibility.”

“It is, but I’m sure you can handle it. You’re pretty strong.”

“We have friends. There’s Kara. And guess what? She’s our sister. And Kara is a big fluffy bunny and I just want a great big Kara hug.”

“I’m sure Kara would love to give you a hug.”

“Alex, quiet, I’m still talking.” 

“Sorry.”

You glared at her before continuing. “You’re really inconsiderate. I was saying that Kara - um - Kara is my sister. And Kara. Kara. Kara. Kara. Kara. That’s fun to say. I love saying Kara. And we have more friends, too. There’s Lena Luthor. But don’t worry, she’s the good Luthor.” You stared at Alex with wide eyes.

“Is Lena a good friend?”

“Lena’s the bestest friend. When I see Lena, I think, wow, that’s my friend. Lena is a big fluffy bunny, too. And she’s like, so smart.”

“What about Winn?”

You gasped. “Winn is my favorite. I love Winn.”

“You love Winn,” Alex asked.

“Yeah. He’s my one true love. When we get married, I’ll like him even more. He is Winn Schott and I like Winn Schott.”

“What makes you like him so much?”

“Ummm … Winn’s like a big fluffy bunny. And he’s cute and he’s Winn. And then there’s Jimmy and he’s really tall. He’s like a tree. A really big tree. And we’re friends with J’onn. He’s my grandpa. And Nia is my friend, too. Is Nia your friend?”

“Nia’s my friend,” Alex assured.

“Mine too! Wow! That’s crazy! Nia is funny. She’s a fluffy bunny. Oh, and she likes to sing. Do we have more friends?”

“Yes we do.”

The video cut out shortly after that. You were at game night with your sisters and friends, watching it on the TV. Well, you weren’t watching - your head was buried in your hands the entire time. You had lost bet against Alex, so she played the video for everybody to see.

“That’s adorable,” Lena said.

“That’s the worst thing I’ve ever seen,” You argued. 

Kara put an arm around you. “It was adorable, sis.”

“I hate all of you.”