#this is so freaking cute gah

[naffeclipse]

I had a thought while working today since I saw something baby penguin related

What if harpy!y/n already had a lil baby penguin of their own when they meet eclipse? How would reactions ensue, eclipse's, sun and Moon's, and the lil penguin's themself?

Just imagining eclipse marveling how the baby is even softer than y/n-

Oh my gosh, the thought of this is making me melt!

Already parent Harpy!Y/N is hyper-vigilant of any threats to their chick. They keep far from the water and are always cuddling their baby to protect them from the sub-zero temperatures. Their penguin harpy young has soft, gray downy to help her through the cold but it's still not enough without a parent's help. Y/N only leaves their baby to get food and that's only for seconds.

Y/N does notice a prowling siren in the waters. That's all the more reason Y/N evades and hides as far as possible from the icy coast, but the baby needs food. Y/N can't stay away forever. They tremble in fear at what harm a siren might bring to them and their little girl.

Y/N returns from one of those rushed hunting trips, fish in their mouth, when they stop in absolute horror to find a large orca siren holding their baby in his clawed hands and crooning over the soft fluff of the little one. Y/N flies towards their chick—knowing full well that they do not have a prayer in this fight to defend their young—but are gobsmacked when the siren catches them and neatly places their baby back in their flippers.

Eclipse doesn't let the beautiful harpy go. Of course, not. He needs to tell them that he is so thrilled to finally meet them and how lovely their little one is. Y/N is still in panic mode, waiting for the violence to begin and how to shield their little girl from it, but it never comes. Eclipse is all sharp teeth and curiosities. He can't wait to bring the two harpies to meet his adoptive young—what a beautiful family they'll make!

Y/N is still terrified for their baby's sake but Eclipse is so insistent (grabby) and then, oh, there are two siren young. Y/N is tittering between "this siren is going to feed my baby to his babies" and "oh... they look cold..."

It takes a long while for Y/N to be okay with Eclipse holding their baby and to believe that the siren young can be cared for in their own harpy manner, but eventually, they all form a little motley unit!

Sun and Moon are larger than the chick and love grabbing fistfuls of that fluff because that's what they do with harpy Y/N's feathers but baby chick isn't okay with that, so, the little sirens are taught to be gentle. Siren young are a bit more durable than Hapry offspring. The baby chick, however, has two warm and snuggly buddies now.

The little girl harpy is so intrigued by all the commotion! She knows something's not right when her parent isn't happy with the weird black and white fish holding her, but she loves playing with the other smaller fish, and she wants to be tough and play rough like them and sing like they do!!! But she chirps a lot and her notes are quick and shrill. She loves Eclipse like a father and she loves her harpy parent, too.

[acekoomboom]

characters that are very me-coded but i can't explain how:

Thanks for tagging me in @outer-edges ;) Gah I wanna explain why they're all me so bad but I can't bc that's not how you play.

@watatsumi-island and @the-portal-rule-book you're next :) if you wanna.

Wendy Darling, Peter Pan (2003)/ Peeta Mellark, The Hunger Games/ Jane Villanueva, Jane The Virgin/ Kara Danvers, Supergirl/ Samwise Gamgee, The Lord of the Rings/ Melissa McCall, Teen Wolf (TV)/ Dawn Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/ Sailor Jupiter, Sailor Moon (1992)/ Angela Montenegro, Bones.

[huffledor-able541]

I didn't need to cry but it is what it is I guess😭

Absolutely, heartbreakingly beautiful 😭❤️

So freaking beautiful. I CANNOT.😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐌

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie wants to introduce you to his mom, so you go to the graveyard with him.

Warnings: angst, fluff, death of a parent

It was late evening and the sky was starting to darken when you sat down on the ground, in front of the stone with Mrs. Munson's name engraved on it.

"Hi mom, this is Y/N," Eddie said as he crossed his legs and stared at the faded photo of the smiling woman on the tombstone "my girlfriend."

He had been wanting to take you there for some time, he said that since he knew your family he wanted you to get to "know" his too, only if you wanted too, of course.

"I've talked about her so many times before, I do it every time I come here actually, but I've never brought her here before." He added pulling his hands out of his jacket pockets and playing nervously with the rings on his fingers.

He kept talking without ever meeting your gaze as if he was afraid of what he might read in your eyes.

"She's here because she's really important to me and I wanted to introduce her to you too. Uncle Wayne has already said that she likes her a lot, they're basically best friends, sometimes I think she loves him more than me." He said the last part with a slight laugh but from his expression he didn't look amused.

"You two have a lot in common, you know?" He asked before pausing as if he was really waiting for an answer.

In return you only heard the rustling of the leaves of the trees caused by the wind.

"She's as kind as you were. She always lets me copy her homework even though I should probably start doing it myself if I wanna graduate. Sometimes she brings home-cooked food for me and Wayne, she and her mom make really good chocolate cakes, you would have liked them a lot." He explained, his voice low.

"Sometimes we cook together like I used to do with you. But Y/N and I always end up making a mess or fighting with flour. But it's fun, so we keep doing it even if we have to clean the trailer from top to bottom afterwards." A sad smile appeared on Eddie's face, probably remembering his days spent with his mother when she was with him.

"And she's as funny as you, she can make me smile with a simple joke even though my day has been shit and I just want to sleep for three days straight." He added and your heart squeezed in your chest.

"She's caring. That's another thing you both have in common. Once I didn't go to school because I had a fever and she missed an important test to come and check if I was okay. Actually I wasn't very okay, she had to keep my hair back as I threw up. I told her she could go anyway but she stayed with me until Wayne was back, at night. She stayed there all those hours, making me rest my head on her stomach and running her hands through my hair just like you used to do." At this point you just wanted to cry. You never thought that all those simple gestures that were part of your relationship with Eddie could mean so much to him.

You reached out to him and grabbed his hand which had started to shake slightly and definitely not from the temperature. He fliched at first, then hold it as if his life depended on it.

"She's also a good listener, she never judges when I talk about my problems and always listens when I talk about things I'm interested in . She says she likes to hear me talk about what I like, Dungeons & Dragons, the band and music in general, books. Once I even started reading the Hobbit aloud to her, but she fell asleep after half an hour with her head on my chest. I didn't get mad, she was too pretty. And I could never be mad at her, she makes me happy." If he was talking about being happy, then why did his voice sound so broken?

"When I'm with her I feel good, mom. It doesn't matter if I'm at school, in the trailer or on a bench in the woods, when I'm with her I feel at home. And it feels good. It feels great." He added as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"She's one of the best people I know." He breathed as you reached up to him and wiped it away with your thumb, slowly caressing his cheek.

"You would have loved her, mom." He said finally, before wrapping an arm around your waist and pushing you against him, resting his head on your shoulder and sniffling.

"It's okay." You said rubbing your hand on the fabric of the denim jacket covering his back.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too. And I'm so sorry I didn't get to know your mom. If she was even half as amazing as you are, then she really must have been great." You said leaving a kiss on his forehead.

"She was." He murmured as his arms still held you.

Your lips brushed his temple leaving a light kiss there too, then you turned towards the tombstone.

"Mrs. Munson, I promise I will take good care of your boy."

[itsupermanti]

Fate/RWBY; Remnants of Silver Omake; Terror of a Doting Father

Ritsuka(quickly slamming the door to his team dorm shut behind him): GAH!!!

Hakuno(sweat-dropping as he watches his partner quickly placing some seals onto the door while Gudako simply looks up from the game she was playing on her Scroll to watch her brother’s freak out in confusion): This seems really extreme, even by his standards…

Ritsuka(quickly attempting to go through some hand signs he’s seen on various ninja anime): Rin! Hyou! Tou! Sha! Kai! Jin! Rei!

CRACK!!!

Ritsuka(crying out as he performs the last few handsigns wrong and his fingers crack): OWWWW!!!

Gudako+Hakuno(shouting out in alarm as they abandon whatever they were doing before in shock): YOUR FINGERS ARE ALL MESSED UP NOW!!!

Ritsuka(crying out in alarm as the seals on the door are burned off before a blond knight in black and red armor slams the door wide open while exuding a vicious red aura that would make even the oldest Grimm beg for a quick death): NOOOOOO!!!

(Artwork by “DumplingYumYum” on Deviantart)

Jaune(eyes shining a dragon-like amber as he glares at his daughter’s team leader): There’s no reason to run, Fujimaru…

Jaune(holding his hand up to present a bag of handmade chocolates): I’m simply here to deliver these chocolates to you…

Jaune(as he draws a black sword engraved with ominously glowing red lines on the blade): Now, battle your King and try to take them from me.

Hakuno(as he gets between his partner and the angry Huntsman): There’s no way!

Gudako(shivering as the image of a black dragon appears behind the “King of Huntsman”): You’re on some level that no humans should try to pass!

Jaune(growling as a flashback of Mash preparing the chocolates in the kitchen with help from Ruby plays in his mind): Chocolates that my cute, adorable daughter prepared…

Jaune(red circuit-like patterns spreading across the floor from his feet as his aura grows more intense as he presents the chocolates): IF YOU SAY THAT YOU DON’T WANT THEM, I’LL KILL YOU!!! AND IF YOU WANT THEM, THEN YOU’LL HAVE TO KILL ME!!!

Hakuno(crying out in alarm as Gudako quickly bolts for the closet to hide from the rageful father): SOMEONE’LL DIE EITHER WAY!!!

Hakuno(waving his arms around frantically as he realizes that he left his weapon by the door, right behind the angry huntsman): Maybe it’s just some obligatory chocolate…? Like a token of gratitude…

Gudako(smiling nervously as she pokes her head out of her safehaven in the closet to address their teacher as Jaune’s ominous red aura starts dying down): Right?

Jaune(his eyes returning to their usual blue with a crestfallen look forming on his face as Ritsuka and Hakuno slowly take a few steps away from the senior Huntsman): She didn’t make any for me…

Ritsuka(crying out in fear so loud that it could be heard all across Beacon): AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

[1-cardheart-1]

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

{𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭} 𝙲𝚆: 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝), 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ☜︎

After a while of staying with Kokushibo and having to live with him every single day you’ve eventually gotten use to the upper moons presents around you. You got frightened quite easily so he was the person you’d run to wherever something had freaked you out. One of those days was when you met Upper moon demon 2, he gave out a creepy happy aura which had you hiding behind Kokushibo whenever he’d try speaking to you. Of course you two had become friends after some time. Kokushibo didn’t like this very much especially how touchy Domua would be with you and how much he’d love to tease you infront of him.

Domua found it quite amusing on his end, at how jealous Kokushibo became over you and wouldn’t dare let him near you unless he was around watching. But luckily for Domua, he happened to find you alone without Kokushibo by your side. 

Of course, Domua had to take advantage of this situation! He was quick to go and pinch your cheeks and call you cute, he did things he’d never dare do if Kokushibo was around, like pulling you into a tight hug and then telling you that you should stay with him instead of Kokushibo. 

Unannounced to you two the certain demon Domua was sure wouldn’t come back until later got to witness the scene of Domua randomly pecking your cheek, you were surprised at the sudden action and to say Kokushibo was furious would be an understatement, especially with all the blood sprayed on the floor after Kokushibo had punched the upper moon 2 head off causing the poor demon to stumble back. 

After Kokushibo kicked the upper 2 out of your home, you could only look back at Kokushibo nervously since he hadn't spoken a word while watching Douma leave. Unfortunately for you, Kokushibo was thinking of a proper way to teach you a lesson.

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“G-gah!” You whimpered loudly, your eyes were shut closed with tear’s threatening to spill out after feeling Kokushibo push himself inside you in one go, your nails clawed against the bed sheets feeling the tip of his cock already pressed against your prostate. 

You opened your teary eyes to look at Kokushibo who was panting heavily above you, he tightened his grip around your hips, His nails dug into your skin, While his other hand gripped your thigh to lock it against his hip.

Kokushibo leaned down towards you and pressed his face against your neck, His hips pressed deeper against yours causing him to push deeper inside and your legs began to quiver against his hips. His hot breath grazed against your neck which sent shivers down your spine as he suddenly started nibbling on your neck. 

Soft moans escape your mouth feeling Kokushibo's sharp teeth graze against your skin, once Kokushibo's mouth trailed to your shoulder he bit down harshly till blood was drawn. You let out a yelp when you felt a sharp stinging pain on your shoulder. 

Kokushibo quickly licks the spot and starts biting down somewhere else on your shoulder while rocking his hips forward against yours, you groan and wrap your arms around his neck.

“K-Kokushibo..!” 

“You’re mine…” Kokushibo snarled against your ear, pulling himself out of you before slamming back inside you. You cursed to yourself at how big the demon was inside. Kokushibo began thrusting in and out of you at a rough pace, You could feel every part of him dragging against your walls, You tightened around him as he grunted loudly while furrowing his eyebrows.

“You’re mine and not that pest” He huffed as he bit down on the cheek that Domua had kissed, not enough to draw blood but to leave a slight mark. Your back arched off the bed as the Demon above you started fucking with a more heated passion. Your breathing becomes more ragged hearing the lewd sounds of skin slapping echoing around the room. 

The pleasure Kokushibo gave you was too good. You couldn’t help but buck your hips back against his, trying to meet with the quick thrust of his cock. But your movements were quickly stopped as Kokushibo held your hips down. You whined in protest but Kokushibo didn’t care and continued pounding inside of you. 

Your moans started becoming louder at the feeling of Kokushibo's cock hitting your prostate repeatedly. Drool spilled down your mouth as you trembled against the larger demon. You felt a familiar knot tighten in your stomach and tears spilled down your face. 

“I-I’m close!” You looked at the upper moon with pleading eyes, and he only grunted in response already feeling how much you’ve tightened around him, his hand moved down to your cock which was spilling pre-cum, and he began pumping his hand up and down on your cock, you rolled your eyes as you threw your head back, babbling out moans while you shook. 

A couple more thrust from Kokushibo was enough to send you to your release, you came all over Kokushibo's hand as you mewled from his continuous thrusting. 

“Almost there…” Was all Kokushibo mumbled as he slammed his lips against you, pulling you into a sloppy kiss while you sobbed from the overstimulation. Kokushibo thrust became sloppy before he held your hips and slammed you down into him as he came deep inside of you. He pulled away from the kiss with a trail of saliva, you pant heavily as your chest rises up and down as you try to catch your breath. 

When you finally caught your breath you felt Kokushibo rearrange himself against you and lifted your leg to his shoulder. 

“W-what-“

“Don’t think we’re done yet pet. I’m going to fuck you till it gets through your thick skull that your MY pet and no one else’s” 

[lotusarchon]

I've been thinking a lot about this but what about MK and a s/o who is a spider demon? Perhaps directly related to the Spider Queen? How would that work out and how would they even get together? IMSORRYITMIGHTBEDIFFICULTORIMPOSSIBLEBUTTHETHOUGHTHASNTLEFTMYHEADAAAAA

Okay, this didn't end up being more fic-ly like my other fics, forgive me Nonnie, but the moment I saw it I just went, "Hey, wait a minute, how would this work?" And now I'm here hahaha. This got a bit into the analysis side, so uhhhh, yeah sorry 😭😭 I just reallyyyy like doing these kinds of things gah

🤔 I'm not sure if a relationship with him would work immediately if he's aware you're a spider demon on first meeting. Not to say that isn't impossible―MK the Monkie Kid will love anything if it feeds him. I know, I fed him and he loves me (this is a joke for legal reasons). It's just that his paranoia/fear of spiders overshadows any logic or reason, so a first meeting is him fleeing for his life. If you have an appearance like the Spider Queen he's just running around shrieking while you stand there watching him. If it's not as spidery he might give you a chance. Might, who knows if he doesn't freak out and faint again.

Of course though, as always I think it really just depends on the situation. If in the instance you're not a villain and you genuinely wish to help, then as scared as MK will be, he is NOT going to hate you, not MK. Have you seen how he pleaded with Spider Queen coming to the finale of S2, warning her about LBD?? He's not some heartless prick much less judgemental―he knows if you really want to change and do good, you're someone to change. Yeah, he'll be a bit scared still especially if you have more spider traits, but I genuinely think he'll warm up to you bit by bit till, and if you spend enough time with him, he forgets you're a spider demon. You're a friend now.

Like I said, it really does genuinely depend on the scenarios. Don't anticipate love at first sight―not unless you find MK fainting and his pathetic wet cat energy attractive 😭.

I think it could work out though, with a relationship. MK's not some judgemental prick. I know a lot of people might think, "Oh, but he's afraid of spiders!" but that doesn't overshadow his kindness. He would genuinely fall in love with you regardless of what you looked like, so long as you have a good heart. Hell, I don't think you even need to be a good guy. If MK runs into you enough times and you show the single ounce of kindness, if not to him then to someone else, he really thinks you'll be capable of change. If you're lucky, he would even tell you that he doesn't find Spider Queen so bad if she'd just stop trying to make everyone spider zombies.

Bringing us to the other scenario: being directly related to the Spider Queen. Honestly I think that matters little to him at this point with the points I mentioned above. I think the one difference if he finds out you're directly, directly related to Spider Queen is to faint on the spot and consider how the fuck he's gonna get her to not kill him :<

These are just if he's aware from the beginning you're a spider demon. If per chance you wear a glamor and befriend him and he finds out you're really a spider demon, much less some relative to Spider Queen, I can imagine different scenarios going down:

1) Were you pretending to be his friend to hurt him for your family? If so, expect him to be heartbroken as fuck. It'll take a while for you to regain his trust but if you do mean it, he'll forgive you. Just don't do it again.

2) Accidental? Oh, okay. That's cool. Do you plan on eating him? No? Okay....so what are you doing standing all the way there?? Get back here, he needs to snuggle and he can't snuggle when your ass is all the way there. Huh? Yeah yeah, it's creepy but you're not so bad. It's cute. Just don't eat him. Please.

A relationship with him though isn't impossible. Regardless of the scenario, everything falls under 2 things;

1) Are you capable of showing empathy and kindness?

2) Do you truly feel the same way about him?

If the answer to both of these are yes, then yes, regardless if you're a spider demon, a relationship is possible. Looks really don't matter to someone like MK. Hell, not even your shitty personality.

The only problems you'd have with MK when a relationship works out with him is Spider Queen because I know damn well she's gonna terrorize MK so bad.

"I'm gonna make you swallow spiders in your sleep try any shit with me boy, see if I'm playing 👁️👁️."

"Y-yes Ma'am, I'm sorry Ma'am. Please don't kill me Ma'am."

Overprotective mother Spider Queen my beloved 🫶

Edit: A lot of people will argue; "MK's scared of spiders, why would he date one?"

1) Spiders. Not spider DEMONS who have sentience and can act, speak and think like a human being, and looks human-ish too. He can give them a chance.

2) MK's not some heartless bastard. To the finale of S2, he genuinely tries to plead with Spider Queen about LBD. If he didn't care, he wouldn't have bothered reasoning with her. Spider Queen might've had a change of heart a tad bit too late but you can see that MK's words really did have some affect on her for to willingly risk herself FOR the kid she's trying to kill. She could've damn well fled for her life and left MK there, and MK could've simply fled and not said shit. I really can't see MK being a judgemental ass, I really can't. It just wouldn't be in his character, especially if it's before the events of s4/5.

Notes: I love doing analysis of shit like this, it's super fun, but to certain koala-brains, please understand this isn't me thinking I know everything. This seriously is just my opinion + how I IMAGINE LMK MK would react and be towards an s/o who's a spider demon. My word isn't law, and I understand there are others who will think differently. This is just how I interpreted MK based on the countless times I've watched the show. If you believe MK would act differently, good for you.

[fandomofone]

Impeccable timing, Clown Noir.

Little Clown Noir is very appreciative of all the new balloons everyone gave him! It might be a bit much for one little kitty though. He hopes no one would be upset if he shared them with his Lady 🐞🎈

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Run

@jegulus-microfic April 21, Word count 898

Previous part First part

James didn’t come back all day. Regulus paced the small living area, doing laps around the sofa. He didn’t even know why he’d freaked out. James’s parents weren’t his own and judging by what James had told him about them and James himself as proof, they were probably perfectly wonderful people. But he and James had only met a few days ago. Gah. He continued pacing. 

Around dinnertime, Sirius and Remus returned with bags bulging with records and trinkets from the small touristy town. Remus took one look at Regulus’s limp and ordered him into bed. 

“If you continue to overdo it. It will take a lot longer for your ankle to heal.” Regulus had grunted and stomped off to his dark bedroom, his ankle throbbing. 

He threw himself on his bed and flicked through the films on his TV. Nothing caught his interest. 

A soft knock woke him from a nap brought on by boredom. 

“Hey, Reggie, feel like a chat?” Sirius asked gently. 

“No,” Regulus said bluntly. But sighed straight after. “Yeah, okay.” He shuffled over on the bed to make room for Sirius and waited for his brother to begin talking.

“So you freaked out,” Sirius said. Regulus groaned and dropped his head into his hands. 

“I’m an idiot.” 

“Yup.” Sirius reached over and patted him on the head. “You’ll be fine. James seems like a giant sweetheart and won’t have even thought about introducing you to his parents as anything but getting food.” 

“Really?” Regulus looked up, hopefully. 

“Why else would he have invited me and Remus, for that matter? Someone he’s barely interacted with. He’s just doing something nice.” Sirius patted his leg and left him to mull over his words. 

It had been over 24 hours since he’d seen James. Sirius’s words had helped for a few hours, but he’d started spiralling as he overthought every little thing. 

“Reggie, you ready? We’re going down to get drinks before dinner. Don’t be late.” Sirius called through the door when it was nearly time to go to the restaurant. 

Regulus paced the floor at the end of his bed. He was trying to decide whether to go or not. He checked his phone. He was already late. 

Quickly, he threw on the green shirt from yesterday that James had liked so much and hurried to the restaurant. He skidded through the door. A sheen of sweat beading on his forehead. He grabbed a napkin from the trolly and wiped his brow. He scanned the room, and his eyes landed on James. 

James was laughing heartily with the rest of the table at something his dad had said. Taking a calming breath, Regulus walked the short distance to their table. 

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” The beaming smile James gave him upon his arrival erased all the worry he’d felt since yesterday morning. 

“Not at all, darling. Sit, sit, what do you want to drink?” Effie’s smile was just as warm as her son’s. She flagged down a waiter, and Regulus ordered a gin and tonic before slipping into the empty seat next to James. 

“I didn’t know if you would come,” James said quietly to him. 

“Sorry.” He murmured, pushing down his nerves and looking James in the eyes. “I’ve never met anyone’s parents before, and I sort of freaked out.” James’s face softened. 

“Hate to break it to you, love. But I’m not that deep. You have to eat. We have to eat. I thought we could do it together, have a couple of drinks, and then go watch The Breakfast Club before bed.” Regulus snorted. 

“I really overthought this, didn’t I?”

“Just a tad. But hey, I find it rather cute that you’re that worried about meeting my parents.” Regulus peaked at the Potter’s and let the small smile play across his lips. James’s dad was currently in a dramatic battle with Sirius over who could pull the silliest face, and Effie was chatting with Remus about his practice.

They ate their way through three delicious courses. Regulus found it oddly easy to talk to James’s parents. They were so warm it was hard not to get along with them. 

“So, how did you two meet then?” Effie asked Sirius and Remus. 

“Well,” Sirius replied with his winning smile. “When your son tried to turn Reggie here into a snowman, Remus was called to come and check his ankle out, and we met just as he was leaving.”

“Wait,” Effie said, confused. “I thought you said your practice was in London?” Remus nodded as he swallowed his last mouthful of chocolate tart.

“Oh, it is. But Molly at the front desk knew I was a doctor and asked if I’d have a look before I went to explore the shops. I wasn’t in any rush, so I had a look, and just as I was leaving, Sirius walked in.” 

“Remind me to get Molly a gift before we leave,” Sirius told Remus, taking his hand and kissing the back of his hand. 

While his parents were enraptured by Remus’s tale, James shuffled closer to Regulus.    

“Shall we run away now?” James asked. Regulus’s eyes widened as he looked at the others and nodded at James. He let out a squeal of joy when James grabbed him up into his arms and ran out of the restaurant with him into the conveniently waiting lift. 

Final part

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Kafka Hibino has healed my 7-10 page writing affliction and he's working on healing my soul. Not really. But woudn't that be nice?? Anyway. Just more cute shit and me daydreaming about this strapping 32 years young buck.

C/W ::: Don't freak out people, but I used my imagination here 🖐️🌈 (from SpongeBob?? Anyone remember that episode?) Anyway, I'm not sure if I should be concerned that I'm writing such happy, cute stuff or if I should be concerned that it took me so long to get here. Whatever. There is nothing to watch out for unless you hate that gross cutesy romantic shit some couples do (I hate that stuff, but this is Kafka - and fiction - so it's ok).

WC ::: Less than 800 (I KNOW)

He didn't know what to do with his hands. He'd never really been in this type of situation before and he didn't want to do something stupid. Something he thought was stupid … and worse yet, something he thought YOU'D think was stupid. So, he just left them there, on the couch, at his sides.

Kafka was so amazed that he'd even landed a girl like you in the first place that he didn't want to jinx it. So, he just stared at you, his eyes wide with adoration and wonder. He took in your every feature and memorized every curve of your face. He wanted to remember this moment forever.

He didn't want to ruin it by doing something that would be a dead giveaway of his lack of experience.

"You're … you're so beautiful, y/n. Gah! 'M sorry, I keep saying' that, don't I. I do. Don't I? Sorry."

You giggled, your nose brushing against his warm cheek. "Yeah, you do. But it's ok. I don't think anyone has ever called me beautiful so many times in a … well, at all, maybe. I don't mind it." Lifting your left hand, you cupped his chin and turned his head, so he'd be face to face with you. "I think you're really handsome, too, Kafka."

"You do?!" He all but yelled out. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, and his heart skipped a beat. "I-I mean, um … thank you. I'm not used to being called that either. Usually, people just say I'm cute or funny, but never handsome. But if you think I am, then … I must be. Right? You're way smarter than me."

"Well, that's not true. You're very smart, too, Kafka. Sure, not about traditional things. But that just adds to your charm. Truly, you have a very extensive knowledge bank of things most people will never understand."

He smiled shyly. "That's sweet of you to say."

"It's true," you insisted. "You're one of a kind, Kafka."

"You know, there are so many things I want to talk to you about. Like, there's this new episode of [show name] that came out last week, and I just had to see it. Did you know that--"

You pressed a finger to his lips to stop him from rambling. "Let's save that for another time, ok? Right now, I'd much rather be doing this." Kafka's eyes fluttered shut as you leaned in to kiss him softly. He'd never felt anything so gentle and sweet before. It was like a dream that he never wanted to wake from. You were just so perfect for him, and he couldn't get enough of you. He never wanted to let you go.

But he just couldn't shut up.

"Have you ever seen that show? I mean, it's so cra-," you kissed him again hoping to gently get the point across that you wanted his lips to be moving, just not in that way.

Kafka nodded knowingly and apologized. "Yep! Sorry! Zippin' it up righ' now!" He motioned with his fingers to fasten the nonexistent zipper on his lips, and he tossed the key.

You tried to reach out and catch it in time, but, in your head, the fake key landed behind the tv and now it wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Kafka, I didn't mean to zip it completely. I just … well, I don't wanna talk in words with you right now. I want to teach you another language. I'll be right back." You smiled down at him and held his outstretched hand until the two of you weren't able to reach the other anymore and went down the hallway to your bedroom.

"Yeah! Yeppers. I'll just … I'll just uh, oh! I'll find the key while you're back there!"

When you came back, you turned the corner to see the man actually looking behind the tv. "Kafka, what in the world are you doing? What are you looking for?"

He stood and faced you, "Hm? Oh! The key I threw earlier. I need to unzip my lips so I can kiss you properly." The smile on his face was like no other you'd ever seen. It had an air of confidence with an underlying anchor of uncertainty that seemed to be holding him back a little.

"Ok, I see. Well, just use the key you already have to do that. Aren't 'body keys' universal?" You gestured for him to come sit back down on the couch with you.

"Key? I already have another key? And uh, what's a 'body key'?" He scratched his head and tilted it like a puppy trying to understand its very first 'sit' command.

"Yes, Kafka. The one to my heart. Here, let me." You pulled your hand out of your pocket and unlocked his (technically already open) lips and kissed him. Deeply. "Now, don't lose this one, ok? I don't have another one and if you look closely, you can see that this is the kind you're not allowed to make copies of."

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[fuckyeahhistorycrushes]

GASPARE PACCHIEROTTI! (1740-1821)

One of the greatest castrato opera singers of all time, perhaps exceeding Farinelli. Not only a virtuoso possessed of a huge vocal range from soprano to tenor, able to sing any style with great taste and sensitivity to the intention of the composer, a consummate actor, with great intelligence and judgment about drama and music, but also a pleasant, kind, and gentle person, modest to a fault. All the biographers write in praise of his character, and in Susanna Burney's diaries (quoted extensively in Linda Kelley's Susanna, the Captain & the Castrato, in which Pacchierotti is so cute it's criminal, GAH) a portrait emerges of a sweet, shy, and also funny and charming man with a good word for everybody, a serious dedication to his craft, lifelong struggles with stage fright, and deep empathy.

He was also ugly. This didn't stop women from falling in love with him left and right. But he was embarrassed by it and didn't like portraits. The above portrait is flattering, but there are also plenty of surviving images that are... not.

In 2013 Pacchierotti was exhumed and studied by anthropologists. I was really sad to see the commentary around the internet circuit often leaned "freak show", leaning on lurid fascination with bodily difference (rather than similarity, which was also found by the study). He even got skull-shamed for having a weird face. Poor man is 200 years dead and people are still calling him ugly. This was a person who was a lot more than a physical oddity; we can no longer hear his voice, but we can remember his inner beauty.

"If he had not been a singer, he would probably have been a poet; for his ideas, even in current conversation, ran involuntarily into poetical imagery ... when he was highly animated in conversation, the effusions of his imagination resembled his cadences in music, by their excursionary flights, and impassioned bursts of deep, yet tender sensibility. ... Timidity and animation seemed to balance his disposition with alternate sway; but his character was of a benevolence that had no balance, no mixture whatsoever." -Memoirs of Doctor Burney, by Frances d'Arblay

[shyticklemonster]

You're amazing as always 🥺💖

Tickletober Day 10, Ghost

I was planning on doing something else for this, but I couldn't help myself!! I wanted to draw Sebastian again! He, of course, belongs to @shyticklemonster! Can't wait to see more of your tickletober stuff btw!

Ghost tickled by more, smaller ghosts? Iconic~!

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[lavlynyan]

They’re so freaking cute oh ma gah-

[w1n3bunny]

chat can u infodump abt phinjeet im intreuged <- hasnt watched pnf but probably should

* UR GIVING ME A FREE PASS TO TALK ABOUT THOZE FREAKZ TOBY ?!??!! I OWE U MY LIFE (sorry this took a while to answer i need time to gather and properly express my thoughtz GAH (also excuze the poor quality of my screenshotz im on a budget))

* this iznt going to be coherent but HERE WE GO

* so a big part of what compelz me about their dynamic iz the fact that theyre essentially on the same level/wavelength , while ofc phineas iz more adventurous and baljeet iz more anxious , theyre equally intelligent (NEEEERRRRDDZZ) and can speak the same nerdy language and truly listen to each other (smth i cant alwayz say for their more popular pairingz with other characterz WGAT WHO SAID THAT WHO SAID THAT)

* i lov when theyre in sync !!!!! i lov when they get each other !!!!!!!! they sincerely care about each otherz interestz becauze they hav Shared interestz !!!!!!!!!!!!

* they hav a shared interest in sci-fi , theyre both big fanz of an in-universe show called space adventure n therez an episode where they go to a sci-fi convention in space adventure cozplay , tho baljeet iz shown to hav a more Persistent interest in it . in candace against the universe he repeatedly triez to uze thingz that happen in space adventure az solutionz to the gangz space related problemz , even against hiz own better judgement and understanding of science , somtimez veering into just straight up infodumping territory . this pretty much alwayz endz poorly lol , ig hyperfixation beatz logic . mood

* (HEZ LITERALLY ME)

* at the end phineas makez hiz own space adventure suggestion , and thatz the only one that actually workz out . SAD !

* they also both lov math n science specifically ! phineas channelz hiz passion into crazy projectz and inventionz while baljeet moreso lovez math itself , and therez an episode where phineas iz shown uploading blueprintz to hiz n ferbz website so baljeet can check the math , which he doez very quickly and then sendz over the updated verzion , and although we only see this once it impliez to me that this iz a regular occurrence to the point where theyve got it down like a routine I JUST THINK THATZ CUTE !!!!! lookit theze nerdz <3333

* i see them az stabilizing forcez to each other , when baljeet iz freaking the hell out about smth phineas can help him look on the brighter side n realize itz not that big of a deal , or assure him thingz will work out . when phineas iz bouncing off the wallz and not thinking very far ahead baljeet can bring him back down to earth and challenge hiz leadership in a way the otherz dont often do , or correct hiz mistakez if need be

* and becauze of the way phin needz jeet to check over hiz math , and the way he misspellz time machine az tie machine in “its about time” , i like to hc phineas like . iznt necessarily Bad at spelling or typing , but iz very prone to making obvious mistakez in hiz haste , so itz great that he haz a nerd friend whoz happy to review hiz work n catch thoze for him YAY

* a similar phin hc i hav iz that , cuz of how hard he hyperfocusez on building stuff , hez constantly getting bruizez n scrapez that he doeznt even notice cuz hez too In The Zone . he could be leaving a trail of blood and would hav no idea LOL till someone pullz him aside to point it out (just adhd thingz <3 hez literally me) . everyone else startz carrying bandaidz for hiz sake . baljeet uzez blue onez , which iz why i pretty much alwayz try to draw phin (at least younger phin) with a blue bandaid on hiz hand . im makin it gay , it symbolizez jeet being there for him when hez hurt ..... hand holding ........... hehehehehehe

* i also somtimez draw jeet with a yellow bandaid on hiz noze for similarly gay reazonz . muahahaha

* at the start of "cranius maximus" baljeet freakz out becauze he feelz like hez getting dumber the more he hangz out with phineas and ferb since he iznt studying 24/7 anymore , even tho id argue the experience he gainz through their adventurez iz just az valuable , but i think itz a fun point since itz kinda noticeable how much more actively baljeet seemz to engage in the backyard gangz activitiez az the show goez on

* it most likely waznt an intentional Story Decizion for jeet to start changing hiz mind about the importance of hiz studiez after s1 , but i wouldve liked if it waz actually treated az like . a change , an arc of sortz . like at the start of the summer hez super focused on school and not interested in pnfz projectz , but az he keepz incidentally landing in their orbit n finding thingz they hav in common he gradually becomez part of the gang

* that half-made-up early summer baljeet probably wouldve been completely content sitting around n studying for hiz summer school classez all day , but here he iz coming to phineas and ferb with hiz “boring” activity , not even directly Asking them to make it more fun , just hoping and trusting that they Will . smth about that getz me idk . he likez playing with spinning topz , but now maybe smth about hiz change in routine haz made them a bit dull , and he trustz that pnf will figure out smth more exciting (and dangerous lol) to make of them . also just . how much they clearly like each other and enjoy being in each otherz company THATZ CUUUUUTE

* and OFC phinjeet wouldnt be phinjeet without "the baljeatles" (I ALWAYZ WRITE IT AZ PHINJEATLEZ IM COOKED) , one of my favorite episodez , in which pnf try to teach baljeet how to rock tm since hez accidentally signed up for a rock n roll camp n iz terrified of getting a bad grade . SUCH A GOOD EPISODE which so many of my phinjeet hcz hinge on , becauze THEY WERE IN LLIKE ?!?!?!?!?!? A PUNK ROCK BAND TOGETHER ?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?! EMOZ ?!?!?!?!?!?!?! /J

* THERE WAZ NO REAZON TO PUT UR ARM AROUND HIM LIKE THAT DAWG I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE . i hc it waz at this very concert that phineas had a gay awakening LOOOL . for the entire episode up till the concert jeet haz been very anxious and uncertain becauze he just doeznt know how to Rock , he doeznt Want to stick it to the man , he doeznt want to break the rulez , but now suddenly he walkz out on stage az a completely different , angry and confident person . i can just vividly picture phin freezing up and forgetting hez suppozed to be doing backup vocalz n stuff n ferb haz to like nudge him and remind him hez on stage . dumbass

* and despite all their wholesomeness theyre not above picking on each other (lightheartedly), which iz also extremely important . somtimez itz one-sided since jeet tendz to be the more petty n snarky one , but yk

* i think therez just . so many little thingz like that that make them such a compelling dynamic to me , n not even necessarily in a ship way , theyre just cute wholesome friendz who like each other !!!! and i think theyre both aro anyway , alloz could never understand phinjeet . thatz a qpr🫵 .

* theyre two nerdz who like sci-fi and space and math . they are sun and moon coded . they are puppy and kitty coded . they are a team that cannot be beaten ("they were also referring to ferb there-" this aint about him/silly) they respect each other and help each other whenever they can . phineas haz a little device that receivez holographic messagez from baljeet whenever he needz help (in One episode but SHH SHHHH) . after candace getz abducted by alienz in candace against the universe baljeet iz the first person they turn to n hez immediately like “i assume you will need me to build another portal” like he just Knowz . and hez fully on board , no questionz asked

* theyre also super autistic !!!!!!! they both hav episodez where they freak out over a change of planz (in "bubble boys" baljeet triez to take phineas' advice to "seize the day" very literally , by planning out every single second of hiz day and then freakz out when hiz schedule iz disrupted . in "bully bromance breakup" jeet forbidz the use of technology az the gang climb a mountain and phin lozez hiz mind , desperately suggesting ideaz for inventionz n gadgetz to the point where he stopz climbing n iz being pulled along by everyone else while curled up into a ball) , they both hav som trouble understanding tone and social cuez , they both infodump and stim , etc

* imagine: they are stargazing together and infodumping to each other about space . they are huddled up on a couch watching a space adventure marathon and eating popcorn , talking to each other for hourz . phin iz hovering over jeetz shoulder az jeet checkz hiz math on a blueprint . they are doing each otherz emo ass make-up and singing together . they are talking about beez and spiderz . they are dyeing each otherz hair . they are drinking cappuccinoz . they are bickering lovingly .

* now lemme yap rq about the aro thing cuz im aro and itz super important to me:

* phineas iz the one whoz more obviously aro coded , most notably cuz of how he never pickz up on any of izabellaz advancez and remainz completely clueless about her feelingz for him , but smth specific that getz me iz the way he talkz about romance in “that sinking feeling�� . baljeet freakz out about hiz childhood friend being Pretty now , he wordz it weird like “now she is … a girl !!!” but hez like ten and itz 2009 dw about it

* the point iz , phineas iz like “oh i think what girls really like is romance , we learned all about it in this movie we watched !” . the movie waz titanic , and phineas doeznt think of romance az a feeling or an experience , but az an arbitrary list of itemz from a movie . he thinkz classical muzic , roze petalz , a cruize ship . the ship startz FUCKING SINKING and everyonez panicking and hez like “wow ! is this romance or what !” little guy haz NOOOO idea what the hell romance iz and hez trying hiz best but LOL .

* meanwhile baljeet strikez me az an aro who (in contrast to phineas) iz hyperaware of the amatonormative society around him and feelz obligated to try and fit into it and be “Normal” . he feelz a lot of aesthetic attraction , and partly cuz of PHINEAS’ confuzion about romance , he equatez it to romantic attraction

* he haz like four “love interestz” if u wanna call them that , but theyre mostly pretty shallow or underdeveloped relationship-wize , which i interpret az jeet having Chozen to hav crushez on thoze ppl , misinterpreting platonic and aesthetic attraction , looking at a person like a checklist of dezirable traitz , or just being eazily influenced and pushed into romantic relationshipz becauze of everything else combined with hiz desperation to be “normal”

* how i see their relationship developing iz later in their teenz they get together thinking itz romantic , baljeet finally feelz “fixed” and phineas feelz like he finally Getz It , but the way the ppl around them perceive their relationship , the way they themselvez only want it to be like “super close friends who kiss sometimes” , and the expectationz that are put on them to do/be More etc , make them question whether their feelingz are genuine . then somwhere down the line they (separately) realize theyre aro and that their feelingz for each other are actually queerplatonic and kind of both loze their mindz over it (im projecting my own aro experience here , when i first realized i waz aro i had a sorta-gf n i waz terrified that i wouldnt be able to lov her the “right” way or that i waz leading her on , so thatz also what i imagine going through their headz) . till they try to confess this to each other n realize there waz nothing to worry about cuz they were actually already on the same page n then theyre happy silly qppz forever the end

* az much az i like to make shit up n torture theze two to make them more fucked up than they should be , theyre really just . sweet and inoffensive . theyre buddiez . theyre palz . theyre a team . theyre everything to me and they make me phyzically ill somtimez

* herez som drawingz ! az a gift <3

* this iz certainly not ALL i can say about phinjeet , BUT IM SO TIRED AND THIS POST CANT GO ON FOREVER . so thatz it for neow peace and love <3333

[just-some-random-blogger]

can i have a fluff where the reader realizes that morpheus has turned into a cat (because he likes to adopt that form from time to time in his room) and instead of freaking out like he expected, she immediately cuddles up to him because she's a cat lover and she starts hugging and kissing him, plus if she also gives him the nickname of meowpheus

Please?

Hello There!

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: "I LOVE CATS" -you (also me)

Word Count: >700

Warnings: kitty meow meow dream (real), touch deprived!dream, gender neutral!reader, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: MEOWPHEUS T_T omg that's so cute <3 thank you for this req. i did change a detail tho, i hope you like it still <3 also i totally agree that if dream where a cat, he'd be a big mainecoon 10000% Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

"You do know instead of spying on like a creep-"

"I'm not spying, I am observing."

"... like a creep! You could just go and-"

Matthew croaks from the top of the signage when the door flies open.

I huff as I throw my trash into the dumpster. I then look out into the damp street, glistening under the shine of the streetlights. I call out to the kitties I usually feed at this time, though I knew they probably wouldn't come, cause it had just rained a few moments ago.

But then, I spot the large cat, walking over to me with purpose.

"Great Scott, you are a big one!" I gasp.

The black cat is unfazed, continuing to walk over.

"You hungry, kitty cat?" I bend down slightly, trying to see if the kitty had a collar, but to no avail. I half expect the cat to meow at me. No, there was only silence.

There was something oddly familiar about this cat, perhaps the cutie belongs to my neighbor? Nah... that's not it. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

Matthew watches from the signage on the other side of the street, wondering why Dream hasn't spoken yet, but then again, this is the first time he's come in his cat form. Maybe he's got sense not to freak the living ghost out of-

I squeal, making the black cat reel back. I crouch to my knees, "shit, sorry, you're just so fluffy and cute. GAH!" I sigh, slowly coming over to the creature, "you must be super hungry."

I reach out to the feline, to my surprise, I am met with a cheek rubbing against my hand. My heart explodes at the cuteness, "okay, okay, gimme a sec."

Dream watches his lover run into the back door.

"Here!" I say once I come back out with a can of opened cat food. I put the object down, crouching a few feet away from the feline. The kitty walks over to me in caution, sniffing at the food before reeling back and looking at me in disgust.

I scoff, "tough crowd. You must be a prissy house cat," I get to my feet, "no matter, the strays will come and eat this if you don't want to."

A shiver runs down my spine when I think I hear a voice whisper out 'you are a kind soul'.

I shake my body, "weird."

The black cat sits and observes me as I call out for the stray cats.

The next moment, they are upon me, meowing for food, rubbing against my leg for cuddles.

"Hello there, cuties!" I say, as three cats swarm over, eagerly heading for the food.

I bring out two more cans of cat food and pour out some kibble on the street for them as well. At one point, there are a total of six cats in front of me. The black furred cat only watches the 5 when they eat. I make a face at the creature, "how very cat of you."

For a moment, there is only the sound of cats eating.

Much like her ritual, a kitty, I called Ruby, comes up to me after eating and rubs against my leg. I coo and pick her up, offering some cuddles to her, uncaring that she was a stray, "hey there, pretty girl. I'm glad you came to pay your dues."

I look out to the cats, "y'all, take notes!"

The next moment, I hear a deep meow, laced with purrs, and I turn down and see the black cat staring up at me with wide, blue eyes.

I snort, putting Ruby down, narrowing my eyes at the seemingly jealous kitty, scratching lightly at my pants. I crouch next to it, "you just wanted cuddles, now, did you?"

The cat stands, pressing paws on my shoulder, rubbing their head against my face, taking me off-guard. I nearly fall on my butt when I reel back. A string of giggles leave my lips, "okay, okay, I get it!"

I gather the kitty into my arms with a grunt. He is so large that it actually takes some strength to carry him. I huff, "what a big, healthy boy!"

I squeeze him tighter into my arms, both because he was so fluffy and soft, and because I was afraid I might drop him.

His purrs are so deep and loud, I can feel them echoing in my body.

"You know... you kind of remind me of my boyfriend," I casually say.

A genius thought comes into my mind.

"I'll call your Morpheus!" I smile, "MEOWPHEUS!" I cheer, rocking him in my arms, "HOMAYGOSH, I cannot wait to show you to him!"

[floundrickthewayfarer]

@blairaptor this is SO cute!!!! I adore the way you stylize clones— they’re so expressive! 💜 Thank you for sharing this! Totally made my day!

Silly sketchbook drawing of a scene from @floundrickthewayfarer's short and sweet time-travel fix-it fic, "Homecoming". I kept reading it this past week for the good comfort but also because I'm very amused by the bit with Echo loopy on sedatives while Crosshair tries to reconcile that his brother did actually once have 4 limbs and a full head of hair, etc. hahaha

Bonus:

[where-dreamers-go]

“Adorably Okay” Bridge Carson x Reader

(A/N: Based on my Imagine: Bridge hearing your thoughts about him. I did not expect to do multiple revisions during and after typing it all up. Warnings: Reference to beginnings of a slight panic attack. Use of (Y/N). Word Count: 1,093 words)

Days could mostly be weird. It wasn’t their fault and it was mainly one’s perspective. Such was how people viewed each day in life.

Your day had been pretty average. Keeping a schedule. No big surprises. People, fellow cadets, around you were overall in pleasant spirits.

No big tests today apparently, you thought.

Sure, you weren’t on a path to become a Power Ranger, but that suited you just fine. There were plenty of other responsibilities. Ones you gladly shared with others throughout your time at Headquarters.

You saw enough of your crush, an actual Power Ranger, regardless of your job position. Lucky you. Your crush, Bridge Carson, was as nice as a dream. The two of you had talked before loads of times, but you hadn’t pursued anything beyond friendship.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how. But you were happy. Fully content to have a friendship with the most cute and intelligent person you knew.

And so darn adorable.

Walking from your room with a book of choice, you made your way through the halls, intent on returning the book to a friend. A cadet, busy as others.

Thankfully, the walk wasn’t far, even if S.P.D. Headquarters was enormous.

It was a wonder then, when a familiar pairing of grey and green caught your attention.

“Hey, Bridge,” you greeted as he started walking up to you with a smile.

That smile could brighten any day.

“Hi.” Bridge gave a short wave and quickly begun talking once he stood in front of you. “I heard your thoughts again. You think I’m adorable. How come—.”

A large book slipped from your fingers and dropped to the floor.

Everything in you seemed to go into a static mode, like you were somewhere between panic and complete shutdown. Worried thoughts trying to consume you.

He knows I like him? No. He can’t. What do I do? Why’s he here to tell me? Does he want me to stop?

“(Y/N)?” Bridge tilted his head. “(Y/N)?” His dark eyebrows pinched together in concern.

Upon Bridge’s announcement, it became impossible to function outside of your own mind. You were incredibly ill prepared.

He knows? Your vision hardly picked up details of the flooring. Worry started overtaking you. Pulling you away from your more rational thoughts.

Black-gloved hands grabbed a hold of your arms.

“Hey.” Bridge’s voice was gentle. “Can you hear me?” Thumbs rubbed small circles along your uniform.

He can’t just talk about my thoughts. Gah! Just…you can hear him. Answer him. Something. He’s worried.

Taking a moment or two, you were finally able to nod.

“Okay. Good. Uh.”

Just breathe, you thought. It’s okay. It’s okay. Don’t freak him out. He just wanted to talk. It’s Bridge not…something bad.

He took a step closer. “Here.” Bridge placed one your hands on the center of his chest. “Follow my breathing.”

Heat whipped through you in a confusing mixture of surprised panic and nervous excitement.

Okay?

“Breathe in.” His chest rose underneath your palm.

Staring where he held your hand to him, you copied his breathing. It went a little shaky. Yet you made progress.

“Breathe out.”

Exhaling, you felt the beating of your friend’s heart. Your crush’s heartbeat. Strong and uncharacteristically quick.

It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong. You closed your eyes and centered yourself. With Bridge as your anchor, you knew you were safe. No matter what surprising or intrusive thoughts made themselves known, you would be okay. Truly and honestly.

Out of all words to react to. He can’t know specifically how I feel from just that word. Goodness. And he wouldn’t be mean about it.

You swallowed.

“Please don’t surprise me like that.” You muttered, feeling calmer.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was soft. “Are you all right, now?”

“Yeah… My mind took a turn.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just thinking about you again.”

Your eyes snapped open. “Again?”

“Yeah. Thinking about what we ate yesterday, about what we were reading and which of your thoughts I’ve heard. You know.” His bright brown eyes could hardly keep steady eye contact with you while he spoke.

Glancing down to his chest, you focused on how the rate of his heart beat sped up. Neither of you made a move closer nor away.

“So, it’s okay that I think you’re adorable?” You asked, boldly keeping your hand on him.

Just breathe. This is new. Asking him is fine.

His other hand slipped down to hold your free hand. “Yes.”

Oh. Oh, he likes it?

“When I found you, I wanted to ask: how come you haven’t told me? Out loud. I wanted to know.”

The vulnerable conversation had opened. Both of you equally giving.

“I don’t know.” You answered truthfully. Sort of.

It’s not weird to call someone ‘adorable’, in general. If you know them. And he wanted to know why. Wants to.

“Do you want me to?” You asked quietly.

However empty the hallway appeared, sound carried. There was no telling who could walk by. Who might overhear or see.

The conversation curved closer to the heart.

Goodness and the universe knew how much Bridge meant to you. How much you liked him. Adored him. Even more so after he calmed you.

“Yes and I do like when I hear your thoughts too.” Bridge answered, his hand pressing yours more firmly on his chest. “And I really like you. I hope it’s alright to tell you now.”

Your mouth fell open slightly.

Was he truly telling you? Confessing to you?

Your feelings for him were reciprocated?

“Do you like me?” He asked timidly from your silence.

Those warm brown eyes pulled at your heartstrings. Tender and caring. Always attentive when you were near.

“I do. I really like you too.” You whispered.

Releasing both of your hands, Bridge held your face gently. His gaze and smile were just as soft. The speed of his heart was the only contrast.

He likes me. You thought happily, he’s adorable.

“So adorable.” You murmured.

Breathing out a small, delighted laugh, Bridge leaned forward and kissed you tenderly.

Your day had not gone weirdly nor had it been predictable. The day held warmth and good intentions.

A forgotten book.

Two friends standing in a hallway.

Tasks were on standby.

What was a few more kisses shared between two people?

“You’re so adorable and—”

He kissed you.

“—incredibly smart.” You continued and kissed him back.

Bridge smiled against your lips again as you played with his hair.

He was your adorable Power Ranger.

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