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Scarier, I think, than us being alone in the universe, is us being too early or too late for other life. I think the scariest thing would be us alone not because we are so isolated or not advanced enough or us being too weird or us ourselves being terrifying, I would find us being alone due to us being literally the first “intelligent” species/advanced life or the last, far more nightmarish and lonely than the alternatives.

I keep bandaids with me bc none had any for me when I needed them growing up. “Be who you needed when you were little.”

Who I needed was someone to acknowledge my pain and offer me ways to heal; I needed someone who would help me without thinking twice, without complaint, without guilt tripping. I needed to be cared for. Not just put a roof over my head.

The lion, the tin man, and the scarecrow.

One with a big heart but no brain.

One with a smart brain but no heart.

And one with both heart and brain, but no courage to use either.

This is the closest I could find to what I’m feeling but I think even this is a little bit right. But it’s close. And that’s enough for now.

andie’s favorite BNHA fics

hi friends! i’m drowning in wips rn so i’ve decided to highlight a few other writers whose work i’ve stumbled along and thoroughly drooled over.

so first of all. this. drifting through an endless reverie is an absolute fucking masterpiece by hera ( @hhawks ). I fell HARD for the way they write hawks. fuck. I can’t run from this fic. at the end of the day it’s always on my mind. (nsfw. adhere to age restrictions and content guidelines)

AHHH I screamed when I realized I saved this one!!! THIS KATSUKI FUCKIN BAKUGOU. the emotional rollercoaster that this series took me on. I haven’t recovered. I may never recover. I’m fine with that. love what is mortal by emme ( @katsupeach ) is not only a dream, but a goal. (nsfw. adhere to age restrictions and content guidelines)

nghh. if you’re into yandere!hawks, this is complete and utter crack. I’m not the biggest one for yandere anything, but let me tell you, the writing itself made me fall in love with this sick and twisted mf. I should call him. you won’t regret reading I will be kind and sweet by scout ( @izuukii ). (nsfw. adhere to age restrictions and content guidelines)

HNG. on the job by ana ( @hoe-doroki ) has me fantasizing about dropping out of college all over again. I would like to mention that this may be the most canon prohero!bakugou I have ever read. it’s also just plain delicious. (nsfw. adhere to age restrictions and content guidelines)

I enjoy (maybe not the right word. eek.) the headcanon that bkg’s quirk causes hearing loss. what a flower if not petals by (once again) scout ( @izuukii ) ripped my heart out and stomped on it. but in a good way. also comic relief SHINKAMI! (nsfw. adhere to age restrictions and content guidelines)

now THIS MF made my actually shed tears. another deaf!bakugou fic by scout ( @izuukii ). the mountains I would move for this man. he also writes a very canon bakugou. (nsfw. adhere to age restrictions and content guidelines)

I’ve never been the AU type (unless it was college au aaaaaaa) but lemme tell u, bodyguard!bakugou plagues my dreams every night since I’ve had the pleasure of reading this. here is my hand that will not harm you by stevie ( @natsuonii ) had me frothing at the mouth. also enjoyed their take on y/n. (nsfw. adhere to age restrictions and content guidelines)

HOW COULD I FORGET ABOUT THIS ONE. anything with hawks and breeding will put me six feet under immediately. HERA. ( @hhawks ) you have outdone yourself once again. chef’s fucking kiss. (nsfw. adhere to age restrictions and content guidelines)

let me make something clear. I am NOT nor have I EVER been a dabi simp. but you son of a bitch, IM IN. smooth, bright, shiny by zel ( @not-another-ackerman ) ruined all of my resolve. I do not simp for dabi, just their dabi. (nsfw. adhere to age restrictions and content guidelines)

last but not least, this is pure serotonin. (nsfw. adhere to age restrictions and content guidelines)

…her name’s natsuki

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫

Lemanjah by Brazilian artist Marcelo Jorge … Lemanjah is the Queen of the Sea

One person alone can’t do much, and knowing this is daunting. Not everyone can or should be a hero in the front lines. But a thousand people making a small effort adds up. One person making one little donation, signing a petition, or one phone call won’t fix the world, but with enough people, “better than nothing” adds up to much more than nothing.

List of US protest bail funds

Petition for PCA to investigate Hong Kong police brutality

WHO Covid-19 Response Fund

(please add your own or suggest better ones!)

There was an idea, called the Avengers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to to fight the battles we never could. MARVEL 2008-2020

Wholesome roommate.

I’m so thankful for everyone’s passion and energy to support the movement in all ways, and this is a reminder to also take care of yourself. 🙏💕It can be easy to burn out, and it’s better to continue supporting long-term versus running out of steam now. Don’t stop supporting the movement, but let’s stay mentally and physically healthy too!

WEAR. A. MASK.

Slow dancing gays master post

I really liked making these

Reblog if you can 😊

Follow me residentemo96 on Instagram 😁

Something for @suguru‘s todorokitty au!

Gotta love them cuties

To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

We cannot be silent. 

#ActsofPride Day 2 - Spread love to the people in your life who need it most

Artist: @nevhada

Artist Statement:

“Especially during this year’s Pride Month, I think it’s vital to put ourselves in other people’s shoes, try to understand and empathize with others and share love and support to those who need it the most. As Pride is not only a celebration -especially this year- it’s a fight and a revolution which we can only win if we start supporting each other and those who now need it more than ever. I pictured a group of young people of different genders, sexualities and backgrounds, who empower and support each other. Their differences bring them closer together. There is growth and improvement by listening, learning and embracing our differences. I believe love and acceptance can play a big role in our lives and society, so open your heart and share some love and support to those in your life who really need it right now.”

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map—And there is no road.

Anne sexton

So one of my neighbors has a lawn Roomba or whatever they’re called, and this thing trundles around looking like a background robot in the background of the original trilogy, and ABSOLUTELY BAFFLING THE DOGS.

They have concluded, I think, that it’s some kind of prey animal because right after this video ended they decided to crouch down and stalk it, which means I’m 90% sure I’m going to have to stop Arwen from eating it at some point.

Siren masterlist

Y/N is a mutant, a Siren, the last of her kind, with deadly dangerous powers and a hidden past. If most of the Avengers likes and get along with her, Steve doesn’t, and it’s getting worse when Y/N and Bucky become close. After all what can bring two broken souls together if it’s not a dark past.

Part 1 : Do you think I’m stuck up ‘cause I’m always picking fights? 

Part 2 : Concentrating my moves, I’m on a mission 

Part 3 : coming soon

A m e s s y little comic where Yuri’s reminded of his idiocy 👍🏾

Part 10/

only one more to go after this 😬

Matchmaker Adrien Agreste x Reader

Authors note: Sorry this is short. This is just something I came up with and wanted to post. Enjoy! And if there are some typos, it’s because I wrote the whole thing on my IPhone.

(Y/N)= Your Name (H/C)= Hair color (Nationality)= American, Indian, Asian ect.

Third Person

“Little sis, guess what I convinced mom and dad to let you do?” Nino asked his adopted sister as he walked into her room. “Oh let me guess, finally go to school?” (Y/N) responded sarcastically, expecting Nino to have failed once again. “You got it!” (Y/N), who was laying starfished on her bed, bolted up, “REALLY?!” “Totally!” Within 5 seconds Nino was being glomped by a very exited (H/C). Mr and Mrs Lahiffe adopted the (nationality) child after Nino wanted a sibling, but sadly complications during Mrs Lahiffe’s first pregnancy denied another one, so adoption was the only option. Nino was 10, and (Y/N) was 9. The two got close quickly, resulting in Nino being very protective of (Y/N), and that meant few people outside of the family knew about her. Mr and Mrs Lahiffe also homeschooled (Y/N), who at first was very antisocial apart from the family, but that changed quickly, though the homeschooling did not. However now (Y/N) would be in Collège Françoise Dupont with her brother.

(Y/N) walked to school next to Nino a week later, dressed in a simple knee length skater skirt and a white tank top with a jean jacket over it all and converse. “Are you sure your friends will like me?” (Y/N) asked, concern lacing her voice. Nino threw an arm over her shoulders, a supporting smile on his face, “It’ll be fine. You’re my little sis!” “If you say so, big bro.” Adrien, Alya, and Marinette were talking about an upcoming school project (Alya of course had a death grip on Mari’s arm) when Alya spotted Nino talking animatedly with a new girl. “Wait- who’s that?” Adrien and Marinette looked over, both confused. “I have no clue, never seen her,” Marinette noted with a tilt of her head, though Adrien studied the girl a bit more, staying silent. Though suddenly the girl looked over to the trio and asked Nino something, pointing them out, and when Nino looked over he quickly grabbed the girl by her hand and dragged her over. “Dude, dudettes, I am here to present,” Nino started, leaning on (Y/N)’s head, “My little sister, (Y/N)!” Giving an amused look (Y/N) shoved Nino’s arm off then turned to the other three with a bright smile. “Nice to meet you, Nino speaks of you three a lot!” Alya’s face burst into a smile holding her hand out, “Alya, runner of the Ladyblog!” (Y/N) shook it, then after letting go Marinette gave a shy wave, “I’m Marinette, the local klutz.” (Y/N) gave a smile then turned to Adrien, locking eyes with him. Time seemed to slow down for both of them for a second, then went on overdrive. “You must be Adrien!” (Y/N) smiled, brushing some hair away from her face, cheeks being dusted with a light pink. Adrien gave a kind smile back placing his hands into his pockets, “Yep, nice to meet you!” Nino didn’t seem to notice (Y/N)’s shy behavior. “Sis, I should show you your classes. I can’t have you late on your first day!” (Y/N) giggled a bit, “Yeah, mom would kill us!” Nino started walking, looking back and waving to his friends. (Y/N) waved as well, but it was a shy one.

A few weeks later and (Y/N) had become comfortable in school. But she had fallen for Adrien. Although she took a different approach than Marinette. Instead of stuttering and avoiding Adrien, she stuck close to her brother, who was close to Adrien. Adrien liked the change brought with (Y/N). Instead of her clinging to him or acting awkward, she acted as if Adrien was a normal person. Even his feelings for Ladybug diminished after hanging out with (Y/N). Nino watched as his best friend and his little sister fell in love. He brought this up one day before class. “You can just ask her out you know.” Adrien was taken aback, “What do you mean?” “(Y/N). Ya know, my little sister. She likes you back, dude.” Adrien brightened up, “Really? And… You don’t mind me asking her out?” Nino smiled, “Nah. Unless you hurt her. Being my best friend won’t protect you then. But I trust you.” Adrien seemed like his mother came back again at this. But soon he started to panic a bit, “How should I do it? Should I give her flowers, a sweet compliment, or-” “Dude! Chill. With (Y/N) it doesn’t matter. As long as she sees you truly care, she’s gunna say yes.” Nino stated, leading Adrien to scratch the back of his head shyly, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Adrien? Are you in here?” (Y/N) asked, peeking her head into the library door. She stepped in slowly, looking around the silent room. Walking around a bit, she was suddenly taken by surprise as a pair of hands covered her eyes, “Guess who?” (Y/N) burst out laughing, prying Adrien’s hands from her eyes as she spun around to see him, “Hi, Adrien! Why did you want to see me?” Adrien grinned, “Well. Since my dad is throwing a party for the major people in the company, I thought I should bring a beautiful, kind, adorable, and confident date to the event.” (Y/N) frowned slightly, “Let me guess… You want to ask me how to ask Marinette to the party.” Adrien was shocked, “No! I was meaning that I want you to come with me. I even already have a fitted dress and heels.” “So that’s why Nino needed my shoe size and why Marinette was so persistent in getting my measurements.” (Y/N) realized, and Adrien laughed, “Yep. The whole outfit is at your house, along with Alya to help you get ready. I will pick you up at 7:30, all you have to do is be yourself.” A concern suddenly coated (Y/N)’s face, “But what about Nino? How does he feel…?” Adrien went silent for a few seconds before replying in a mumble, “He was the one who told me to ask you out…” (Y/N)’s mouth gaped, before she groaned, “It’s the sisters job to play matchmaker for the brother! Not the other way around!”

“Nino, I want to say thanks. For playing matchmaker all those years ago.” (Y/N) sat down, her dress folding elegantly. It was 5 years later, and at the wedding of Adrien Agreste and (Y/N) Lahiffe, now (Y/N) Agreste. Nino smiled slightly, “You’re welcome, sis.”

a lot going on here

Secret Letters (Chat Noir/Adrien Agreste x Reader)

Authors Note: Hello everyone! I feel there isn’t enough Chat Noir/ Adrien Agreste x Reader works out there, so I thought I would post something. I hope you like! Key: (Y/N) = Your name (E/C) = Eye Color (H/L) = Hair Length (H/C) = Hair color (N/D) = Non Dominant Hand

(Y/N) read the note in her hand with a smile on her face.

Not a day goes by without me thinking of you. I always wish you well, and I wish those who do you harm, harm as well. I will do anything to protect you, my love, and that is incontestable. Sweet dreams tonight, From, your secret admirer…

(Y/N)’s smile widened as she examined the familiar loopy, yet somehow firm, handwriting. Carefully folding the letter back up, she placed it gently into her purse, then continued to get her stuff like normal. Walking out of the school with a little spring in her step, she didn’t notice a certain famous model watching her leave.

(Y/N) plopped onto her bed, an old box on her lap. Taking off the lid, it was clear some of the letters had seen better days. (Y/N) laid the most recent letter inside side, then picked up the most crumpled one. Smoothing out the many folds, she re-read it.

Dear (Y/N), You probably don’t know me, but ever since I saw you on the first day of school, your regal (E/C) eyes sparkling with absolute joy, your (H/L) (H/C) hair styled simply yet elegantly, your outfit thrown together messily but somehow the most fashionable thing in the room, I have had Cupid’s arrow lodged in my heart. And every day that passes with your smile in my life drives that point deeper. This is the first letter I’ve given you, and it will not be the last. I would tell you my feelings in person, but I doubt you would believe me. From, your secret admirer

(Y/N) felt her chest swell with happiness as the words stuck to her heart. Although first time she got the letter and read it, she thought nothing of it, haphazardly tossing it into her bag, then crumpled it up and threw it into her recycling bin after getting home. But after a few days, the letters started to actually reach her.

Dear, (Y/N) I want to tell you something that I just realized myself. Every time I see you upset, I have the urge to get rid of the cause of your grief. I know this is not always possible, and I know I am not always there, but remember, keep your head up and you can get through everything. Love, your secret admirer

From that note on, the admirer never said ‘Dear (Y/N)’ again, nor did they use love in any other note. (Y/N), being the semi-romantic sap she was, took this to mean the admirer didn’t mean to write love, and was just going with what they truly felt. That caused (Y/N) to dig out the older letters, and lead her to treasure the new ones. Now (Y/N) was left wondering, who’s the boy, or girl, she is slowly falling in love with? Sadly shaking her head (Y/N) placed the letter back into the box, closed the lid, and placed it safely under her bed.

Opening her locker the next morning, (Y/N) was surprised to see a letter already there, along with a half budded sunrise pink rose. But as (Y/N) picked it up, she saw it was a very real looking fake. Placing the flower back down she picked up the note, reading it confused.

Good morning. I apologize for confusing you, but I saw this rose and thought of you. You both are incredibly beautiful and bring a smile to people’s faces, although I see you as more important than a rose.   From, your secret admirer

A smile quickly covered (Y/N)’s face as she looked up from the note and at the rose again. Placing the note very carefully back into her locker (Y/N) finished getting her books. But right before she closed her locker she grabbed the rose, taking it to class with her.

Examining the rose carefully (Y/N) wondered who her love was sadly. Glancing around the room she listed off the possibilities. 'Nino has Alya, so both of then are out. Marinette likes Adrien and Nathen likes Marinette. Ivan and Mylene is the classes main ship. Not even going to think about Chloe or Sabrina… So that leaves Jueluka, Rose, Max, maybe Kim, hopefully not though, and Adrien.’ Looking at her finalists in turn she sighed. “Who could you be?” She murmured almost silently, gazing at the rose longingly.

Adrien glanced back at (Y/N) quickly, catching her looking at the rose sadly. He turned back around, and kept writing the next letter.

(Y/N) excitedly opened her locker, quickly spotting and pulling out the letter already there.

I see you liked the rose. I saw your turmoil in class today, and I want to say I’m sorry for that. I’ll tell you who I am soon. But I thought of something that might make you smile. Roses are red, here’s something new… Violets aren’t violet but I still love you! From, your secret admirer <3

(Y/N) giggled at the cute poem, her joy catching the attention of Chloe. “Oh! A letter!” The blonde smirked, snatching the paper out of (Y/N)’s hand. “Give it back, now, Chloe,” (Y/N) snarled, to no avail. “Hey look! Someone actually likes (Y/N)!” (Y/N) gulped a bit, not because of embarrassment for her, but for her admirer. But as she looked over the faces of the small crowd, she saw no reactions other than shock of Chloe doing this (though it shouldn’t have been a surprise) to annoyance over Chloe attempting to stir up trouble. “And this is a shocker, they actually said they love her!” This caught everyone’s attention, leading (Y/N)’s face to burn red. Counting down from three silently in her head, (Y/N) thought out a plan. Once she got to one, she moved quickly, snatching the letter away from Chloe and griping it tight to her chest with both hands as she faced off against the brat. “At least I have someone who actually loves me, and not just tolerates me.” Chloe laughed, “Pu-lease! You can’t even make a boy take a second glance at you, much less really love you!” Although (Y/N) seemed to be holding firm, a seed of doubt was planted. “And you can’t keep more than one friend!” “What does that have to do with anything?!” (Y/N) smirked, “I’d rather have friends than beauty.” 'Checkmate.’ But Chloe still had one trick, “And yet, no one is standing up for you, not even your so called 'secret admirer’. If you want my opinion, he’s just playing you.” That caused the dam to crack. Stepping back a small bit (Y/N) glared at Chloe as the tears pricked her eyes. Turning on her heel (Y/N) stormed out through the doors behind her, before bolting out of the school, letter tight against her chest.

(Y/N) sat under a large tree quite a ways from the school, tears dripping down her face. Slightly heaving, (Y/N) pried the letter off her chest and un-crumpled it, hand ghosting over the letters sadly. A purple and black butterfly suddenly touched the paper, causing a red haze to appear around (Y/N)’s eyes. Amore, I see that your sadness is great, but I can help heal it. Just get me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculouses! “Of course, Hawkmoth,” (Y/N) smirked, a dark goop traveling up her arms and encasing her whole body. Soon she stood up, hair pulled back with a rose flower crown, a blood red elegant sundress, flats, and a ruby heart necklace. Her skin flushed with pale glow, dark mascara tear tracks trailed down Amore’s face. The letter was held firmly in her (N/D) hand, and a long staff was held in her other. “Chloe Bourgeois, your love has run out.” With a sharp laugh (Y/N) waved her staff, causing a pencil grey horse to appear, though it was seemingly made out of dust. Cooing to the horse Amore got on side saddle, rearing up the horse, directing it to the Eiffel Tower.

With one wave of her staff, a large stark white throne appeared on top of the famous monument, along with many ashen grey wolves, lionesses, and hawks, all with piercing pink eyes. Sitting down on her throne Amore held her head high, “Go! Fetch me Chloe Bourgeois! Quickly! And if any of you see either Chat Noir or Ladybug, bring them to me in any way you can!” And all at once the animals ran down the side of the tower and through the streets of Paris, causing every man to turn and stare at the glowing form of Amore and all the women to turn into goddess like statues. The horse from before nuzzled it’s head into Amore’s cheek, forcing her to turn and pet it’s snout happily, “Soon, my pet, soon.”

Chloe was forced to her knees at the base of the tower, and she was not happy. “You got dust in my hair! My daddy will hear about this!” Amore dropped down in front of Chloe with a sneer, “You wish your daddy will help you.” Chloe seemed to have legit fear as she looked up at Amore, whose upper lip was curled so that you could see her teeth. “Honestly, you’d think someone put in danger so often would know better.” Chloe got her snarky attitude back and went to stand up, “Well excuse-” But was stopped by Amore placing the end of her staff at Chloe’s throat, “YOU DON’T DARE STAND IN FRONT OF ME!” Leaning down Amore used her closed hand to gesture around her, “You see what I’ve done? Well I won’t make you look elegant, I’ll make you into the monster you are!” But suddenly a voice spoke up, “Well honestly, all you would really have to do is remove her makeup.” Amore stood up straight, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, Chat Noir. Not a surprise, and Ladybug is…” Trailing off, Amore swung her staff to one side, creating a sand lioness that bit down onto the yo-yo that had just attempted to grab the long weapon. “Attempting to stop me.” Ladybug fell to the ground next to Amore, who looked down at her with disdain, “Honestly, you should choose dumber villains to try that on.” Ladybug however smirked, “Chat, now!” Chat’s staff shot out and smashed into the necklace, shattering it. Amore looked uninterested, simply flicking the tip of her staff to cause a new necklace to materialize. “Not quite.”  A purple glow appeared around Amore’s eyes, Hawkmoth’s voice ringing. Get their Miraculouses! If you don’t… The paper still crumpled in Amore’s hand glowed, quickly making her bring the hand to her chest quickly. “Of course, just please don’t,” Hawkmoth chuckled darkly before going silent. Chat watched Amore’s chest heave with a small sigh before her face became stone. “Now, while you’re here, I would like your Miraculouses. I can even be nice and keep your identities secret. As an uproar wouldn’t be nice in a destroyed Paris.” A vile grin grew, Amore’s fist tightening around the paper that had started to glow slightly.  "Ladybug, the note in her hand!“ Chat hissed, attempting not to catch Amore’s attention, and he succeeded. Ladybug moved quickly, snatching the letter and tossing it to Chat, who had ripped it by the time Amore noticed. "NO!” She yelled out, hand reaching to the letter now torn in half. Falling to her knees Amore gingerly held both pieces, the mascara lines becoming more clear. Ladybug caught the Akuma, purifying it and fixing the town, leaving a confused (Y/N) kneeling with the now whole letter in her hands. “W-what am I doing here?” But (Y/N) then noticed the state of the letter, that was even worse than her first one, with a gasp. “No!” She attempted to smooth out the creases in vain, a frown forming on her lips as Chat Noir and Ladybug did their signature, “Pound it!” Many of the press surrounded the trio, leading (Y/N) to figure out what happened, 'I was Akumatized…’ Suddenly a black clad hand took over her vision, and looking up let her know that Chat Noir held out a hand to (Y/N). “Come on, I’ll take you home.” Taking the hand (Y/N) stood up, Chat Noir quickly spinning her around so that his hand was on her waist and his arm wrapped around her back. “Hold on.” (Y/N) didn’t question how Chat knew where she lived, nor did she ask why he knew where her bedroom was and that he could unlock her balcony doors easily, she only cared about the letter.

Once (Y/N) was safely in her bedroom she escaped Chat’s hold and fetched the shoe box from under her bed. Chat watched in wonder and slight confusion as (Y/N) handled the note with such care, even bothering to check closely for any rips on the edges before putting the letter in. After closing the box she placed it back in it’s hiding spot before turning back to Chat. “Don’t you have to go? Your Miraculous might run out of power,” (Y/N) stated concerned. Chat showed his ring to the girl with a small smile, “It’s alright. I didn’t have to use Cataclysm so I’m fine for as long as I want,” (Y/N) tilted her head, “But why are you staying? Paris is safe.” Chat stepped forward, placing a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder, “I know. But I want to make sure you’re safe. I know being Akumatized means something bad has happened, and I want to help.” Looking up at Chat (Y/N) sighed, her eyes suddenly casting down, “Do you really want to hear my story?” Chat nodded firmly, saying nothing. (Y/N) nodded back, taking Chat’s hands and guiding him to her bed, where they both sat down.

“You need some background,” (Y/N) started off, “I have a secret admirer-” “Not surprising for someone as beautiful as you,”. Chat interrupted, putting a smile on (Y/N)’s face. “Well, this secret admirer normally leaves me a letter in my locker after school every day, but today they gave me two. One this morning with a rose, and the other after school like normal. But I was so happy to see what they had to say that I read it with Chloe hanging around. She heard me giggle at the sweet poem they wrote me and took the letter. She taunted me about it, just to get attention, but my classmates didn’t seem to care. But they did when she pointed out that my admirer put 'I love you in the letter’,” (Y/N)’s eyes became watery as she continued, “Chloe said they are probably just playing with me. And honestly if this was the first few letters it wouldn’t have gotten to me, but honestly,” (Y/N) hugged her torso, “I’m starting to love them back…” Silent tears ran down (Y/N)’s face, leading Chat to pull her into a hug. (Y/N) hugged back, burying her face into the hero’s chest.  Chat ran his claws through (Y/N)’s hair softly as he spoke, “(Y/N), as a guy with a crush myself, I have to say he isn’t playing with you. It takes a lot of guts to even speak to a girl as beautiful as you, and to say 'I love you’, even on a piece of paper, is even harder. And I can swear, your admirer would would steaming if he knew Chloe had made you feel that way.”

Sniffing (Y/N) pulled back a bit, just so she could look Chat in the eyes, “H-how do you know that?” Chat cupped (Y/N)’s face with his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away the remaining tears, “Because I am your secret admirer.” (Y/N) gasped as a green light overtook Chat, revealing him to be Adrien, “And I know I love you enough to show you my second biggest secret.” (Y/N) was overtook with love for the boy in front of her as it all settled in, “But what’s your biggest secret?” Adrien leaned into (Y/N), touching their foreheads together, “Hiding how much I love you.” (Y/N) smiled, pulling away fully and wrapping Adrien into a hug once again. “I feel the same way.”

Extra!

Walking into school the next day with Adrien, (Y/N) felt happier than she had ever been. Although the two were noticed by a few people hanging out when they normally never even spoke, nobody noticed the sly look (Y/N) gave Adrien when she saw a note in her locker. But everybody knew it when (Y/N) was seen on top of the Eiffel Tower giving the famous black cat hero a light kiss.

Witches & Words: Deities

Language is more than a powerful tool; it is power itself. Every word has meaning and intent, and is spoken by willpower and action. Witches understand the power involved in communicating. This is a series about how to properly communicate with different entities.

Introductions:

Stay calm. Deities do not want to work with people who are not respectful of their Divity and power.

Be truthful and stick to your values. Do not lie about your name, experience, or values to a Deity. Unlike some entities where it is useful to never offer your true name, Deities demand a certain level of respect and honesty. You don’t want to anger Them.

Don’t make promises upon meeting. You can invoke, make offerings to, pray to, worship, and/or involve in a ritual a Deity without being devoted to that Deity. Devoting yourself to a Deity is a big decision that has a serious level of commitment, and you should never make a promise to a Deity that you can’t keep.

Ask what name you may call Them by! This is key because They may offer you a symbol or name to call Them by and invoke Them with.

Conversation:

Ask questions! Prepare a list of questions to ask. Nothing life-altering at first, just simple things. Ask Them how long they have been in your life, if They would appreciate an offering (and if so, what), or even if They could tell you a story.

Be respectful and receptive of answers. If a Deity doesn’t give you the answer you wanted, or even refuses to answer, respect that. Don’t try to push them to give you a different answer.

Be clear about your expectations. Be sure to clearly communicate what you need and want out of a possible relationship with the Deity.

Be respectful of the Deity’s time. If the Deity needs or wants to leave, let them.

Goodbye:

Thank the Deity for their time, knowledge, answers, etc.. Deities thrive with praise!

Say a clear goodbye! This is very important! Communicate that you are ending the conversation, and suggest a time or way that you may contact each other again.

After:

Make a small offering to the Deity. Don’t offer anything big; burning a few herbs or even the light of a candle would work fine. Just offer something to show your appreciation for the Deity.

Cleanse! Cleanse your altar, tarot, crystals, or whatever you used to contact the Deity. You don’t want the energy of that visit to interfere with future rituals or spells.

Watch for signs. A Deity may send signs after communication that they are there, so be alert!

Catfish {t.h.} - Series Masterlist

*COMPLETE*

Summary: What happens when you start to fall in love with a boy online, completely unaware that it’s Tom Holland behind the computer screen

Takes place before Spider-Man: Homecoming

Tom Holland x Female!Reader

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part 1 - (intro)  part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 - epilogue

Dynamics

Omega!Peter Parker x Alpha!Reader

It was no surprise when Y/n, child of Natasha (an alpha) and Clint (a beta), started presenting as an alpha towards the middle of sophomore year of high school.

What was more surprising was when Peter, adopted son of Tony and Stephen and nephew of Aunt May, presented as an omega. Of course Aunt May, having raised him, was not nearly as surprised by the fact that Peter was an omega.

The two teenagers were now in their senior year of high school, and while Peter went to public school, you remained home with your parents. You opted to take the online school course, not wanting to be separated to far from your parents.

Nat and Clint both agreed with your decision, neither of them having spent much time in an actual public school. Even Nick, who was technically considered your grandfather, said he was more comfortable with you staying in the Avengers facility.

Peter on the other hand lived with Aunt May in Queens, normally spending his breaks over at the Avengers facility. Both Tony and Stephen trusted Aunt May and if something bad were to happen both of them could easily get to Queens.

While Tony and Stephen were a little nervous with having you around Peter, everyone else assured them that you had control over you’re emotions. Peter on the other hand was a little less in control, especially around you, but you made sure to stop any unwanted advances.

“Hey Y/n.” Tony says, walking into your school study room. You greet him back, giving him a smile.

“I’m going to be blunt,” Tony states, wringing his hands together, “Peter is going to be in heat this week, it’s only his second week, but Aunt May is going out of town for something important and I’d hate for her to have to miss it-”

“Okay Tony, I’ll keep my distance from Peter.” You softly cut him off, sending waves of reassurance through his system.

“Thank you.” He says, to which you reply ‘it’s no problem.’

Of course now you’ll have to be more careful about where you go, but using your dads vents (or just the vents in general) will help with avoiding Peter and any other in heat wolves. 

‘And maybe putting on some light scent blockers wouldn’t hurt.’ You think as you continue your essay for school

Tony leaves the door ajar when he walks out, which irks you to no end, but a wave of an omega flows into the room. You can pin-point the exact person it’s coming from, Peter.

You quickly shut your computer and pack up any belongings you need, then shut the door tightly and decide to take the vent route.

The smell of Peter continues to wash over you, obviously he just showed up and was probably trying to get to his room. Peter suddenly whines, the sound very close, you look down and see Peter in a hallway.

“Y/n?” You hear him whisper, looking around the hallway.

‘Shit.’ You think, moving slowly across the hallway and continue to your room. You silently drop down breathing the clean air that floods your room. 

You’re setting up a school desk in your room when there’s a knock on the door. You take a breath before swinging it open, being greeted by your dad, Clint.

“Hey dad.” You say, letting him into your room.

“I brought you a sandwich.” He says, lifting the plate up for you to see.

“Thank you.” You smile, taking the plate and setting it down on your desk, “Guess I’m stuck in here for a while.”

You drop your hands and they hit against your legs. Clint runs a hand through his hair, then pats you on the shoulder.

“You can wear some blockers, just staying away for the first few days will be a good idea.” Clint says, grabbing a drink from your mini-fridge.

“Maybe I’ll stay on the roof, travel through the vents.” You say, with a shrug, “Either way it’s not the end of the world.”

You and Clint hang out for a while, playing some Mario Kart, eating the sandwich Clint brought with him. Nat comes in for a while, trying to escape Steve’s nagging about Bucky being gone for a few days.

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The smell was overwhelming you, it’s been a few days since Peter’s heat started and you thought maybe you could actually leave your room. But Peter’s smell was invading the clean air of… well everywhere.

The scent was so strong you were actually wondering if Peter was just sitting outside of your room.

‘This is ridiculous.’ You thought to yourself. You’re an alpha with an incredible control of emotions, there’s no way you would do anything irrational.

You swing the door open and come face to face with Peter, who’s slightly sweating and sitting across the hall from your door.

“Hey there Peter?” You say, questioning him.

“Oh. Hi Y/n.” Peter responds, surprised that you left your room.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask, leaning against the door frame. His smell is much more obvious now but you remain calm.

Peter on the other hand is shifting while he answers, “Oh I just could smell you, and it smelt amazing so I followed the smell and here I am,” His cheeks are blazing.

You weren’t all that in shock after he explained, it made sense, he was an omega and you were an alpha. You were just a little surprised that Tony let him leave his room.

“Okay.” You say simply, it’s definitely not the weirdest thing an omega’s done around you.

“Could we maybe, uh, cuddle?” Peter asks with great caution.

“Are you sure Tony is okay with that?” You ask him, but you’re already pushing yourself off the door frame.

“I don’t really care right now.” Peter says with a wince. You step into your room, gesturing for Peter to follow you.

“If Tony kills me it’s on you.” You warn him. Peter runs into your room, falling down onto the bed.

He blushes as his instincts force him to cuddle into your bed. You close the door behind you and sit on the edge of your bed. Peter crawls over to you, hugging him to you.

“C’mon.” You say softly, pulling him back so that you’re both laying down. Peter breathes in your scent, closing his eyes.

“Blockers are stupid.” Peter says gruffly, trying to find your scent glands.

“Blockers keep us sane.” You say, carding your hand through his hair. He grumbles in disagreement but doesn’t say anything.

After a little more shifting from Peter he relaxes, which in turn helps you relax. You both sink into the comfort of the bed, your minds being flooded with the other’s scent.

Your cuddling is purely innocent and soon you’re both dozing off. You grab Peter a water from the mini fridge, which he thanks you greatly for.

The rest of your day is spent relaxing with Peter, playing some video games, cuddling and sometimes napping.

Clint and Nat come and go, bringing you two some food and just hanging out with you two.

Tony comes and yells at Peter for leaving his room, Stephan follows and helps calm Tony.

Steve comes in to distract himself from the fact that Bucky’s currently on a mission.

The whole time Peter is clinging to you, breathing you in, and frowning when you have to go replace your scent blockers.

“This was nice.” Peter says as you two are laying in your bed. 

“Yeah it was.” You respond, closing your eyes and resting your head against Peter’s.

Peter sighs in contentment, cuddling closer to you. He closes his eyes, links his fingers with yours, then falls into sleep.

You follow soon after, ignoring Tony when he comes knocking on your door to try and collect Peter.

Before you can tell Tony to go away Peter shoots a web at the door, the web keeps the door closed, rendering it virtually locked.

“Goodnight Tony!” You call, hearing him retreat.

“Goodnight Y/n.” Peter says, he’s asleep before you can respond.

if you don’t like cats you’ve just never experienced the deep and powerful love of a cat that’s chosen you. like if a cat decides it wants to bond with you it’s something that’s so pure and beautiful and unbreakable. cats are made of love and when a cat chooses to love you it will LOVE you. cats are so special and so important. they just pour their whole soul into yours and it’s the kinda love that never leaves you. cats ARE love

Blind Bucky’s Bluff [1/7]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Some sexual references. Summary: A bad blind date finds Bucky the perfect partner-in-crime to aid in the resolution of some tension in Avengers Tower: you, his new fake girlfriend.

This was written for my darling @suz-123, who won a fic for my 5k raffle!!! She is to thank for the first chapter, and for allowing me to take this WAY too far by adding…..six extra chapters lol. Sorry sugarplum. Love you ;)

Bucky lingers at the bar as long as he can without feeling guilty. Which, considering that his blind date is still at the table they’d reserved, her eyes still on the screen of her phone as it had been for at over twelve minutes now - will probably be a few more scraped-together moments, at least.

He tries not to see the shaking head of the bartender, and sympathetic glance. He nurses his own drink, and his date’s sits at his elbow, ready to return when he feels up to facing her again.

Any moment now. His eyes flicker back, but only see the glow of her cheeks in the brightness of her device.

Nope. Not yet.

It’s his own fault of letting Sam Wilson set him up. His own fault for being so uncomfortable in the Tower that he’s willing to take any desperate chance to get out of it and its dramas. Get away from Steve’s overbearing concern. But he’s not thinking about that tonight. He’s not allowed to.

Bucky doesn’t look up when he hears the sliding of someone onto the wooden stool next to him, but he does at a gruff, mocking female voice, “Hey bub, you come here often?”

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