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Tashi Duncan:

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WOW CHALLENGERS HUH

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help does this make sense

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patrick wearing arts shirt and ill assume art is wearing patricks tshirt i just noticed this. ill be sick

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he has the sadness in his eyes you only see in eastern european gay porn

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Challengers + I'm Your Man by Mitski

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brierly returning the internet to think about challengers for a while

Challengers dir. Luca Guadagnino (2024)

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logged on for the first time since like october to this 😍 also blaming my spelling mistakes on their dyslexia 😭 babe please I just couldn't be fucked to proof read properly, please take this down

First time’s a charm Peter parker fic

Notes: This is my first fic so PLS be nice and give feedback. IM also dyslexic asl so sorry for spelling mistakes!!!

Summary: You find out your best friend has never had sex. Who else would be better to show him just how good it can be?

Warnings: SMUT, Loss of virginity!, Best friend to lovers!, minors DNI, Peter has a potty mouth in this, 3k words. 

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my lovelies how are you all

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screaming fr

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he’s literally soaking wet hanging from a clothesline do you guys even care

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💞💕💞💖❤💗💞💖💗💗💞❤💗💞💖 thank you!!!!

peter parker going into protective mode when his SO is sick is my RELIGION. they have a headache? he provides cuddles, they have a vomiting bug? hes gonna hold back their hair, they are in the hospital? he sleeps there too, they have a flu? he brings soup and tissues. maybe make this a fic/blurb?????? lov u

take care of you

"You want to help me shower?"

"Yeah, the heat 'ill make you feel better... And the view's an added bonus."

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

Summary: you come home late from work with a splitting headache, and peter offers to help

Warnings: pure tooth-rotting fluff with a little hurt/comfort! headaches, showering together so not really 18+? 16+?

Words: ~1.1k

A/N: ever had a headache that is so incapacitatingly painful it makes you cry? that is what this is about except sickly sweet protective peter gets to take care of you. i really tried to sit down and try to write a valentine's fic but this ask is all i could think about. hope you enjoy!

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The creek of your bedroom door opening makes Peter swivel around in his chair.

It's late already, and he would be out patrolling if it weren't for the assignment he had due the next morning which he, as always, had left to the last minute.

"Hey, how was your day?"

You don't really look at him when you look at him, seem to be looking right through him, give him this blank expression, downturned lips almost pouting as you walk to sit at the foot of your bed.

You fall against it immediately, let it bounce your limp body up and down for a couple seconds as you stare at the ceiling.

"That bad, huh?" Peter asks, can tell you're exhausted but can't help the teasing that tinges his tone, trying to make you smile.

He's beside you in an instant, warm at your side as he lays down, brings just a glimmer of comfort before all is overtaken by the piercing pain shooting through your skull.

He's already looking at you when you turn towards him, almost wincing at the movement. "My head is killing me."

Peter shifts onto his side then, frowning, moves to ghost his thumb over your cheek before tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. "Want me to get you an aspirin?"

You shake your head lightly, try not to exacerbate the ache, find a new one deep in your chest when you see the gentle concern in his eyes. "Took one on the subway."

"Ice pack? Tea? Hot shower?"

The last suggestion makes you hum in response, close your eyes as you imagine the soothing swell of the steam hot against your skin, the thought of the last 12 hours being drowned in lavender and rose. "Too tired. Don't think I could move if I wanted to."

"What if I helped?" He has the trace of a smirk on his lips when he asks it, that familiar glint in his eye that finally makes you smile at him.

"You want to help me shower?"

"Yeah, the heat 'ill make you feel better." He says it so simply, like it's the only natural option, makes those puppy dog eyes at you that never fail to make your breath falter. He moves to place a soft kiss on your forehead, lips pressed feather-light against your temple, the apple of your cheek, the curve of your jaw, the corner of your lips. "And the view's an added bonus."

The way he kisses you is almost enough to melt away your headache alone. Mouth against yours, he's careful, cautious not to move you too much or make your head tilt against the mattress even as he slots his hand against the side of your face. He's a steady anchor there, soft and warm against you, only lulls you further into that heavy exhaustion.

"Shower?"

You're still smiling, bottom lip between your teeth as you watch him, the quiet adoration in his eyes. His hand is still cupping your jaw, and you lean against it for a second before nodding.

He was serious about helping, barely makes you move a muscle as he undresses you, drone of the heating water in the background, takes his reward in letting his touches linger on some of his favourite places.

When you're both bare and under the steady stream, Peter's hands find their way into your hair, careful not to tug, lets the water run through the strands before he's squirting a generous pump of shampoo into his palm.

It's just right, the gentle massage of his fingers against your scalp, and you have to close your eyes at the sensation, consciously register the gradual subsiding of the dull ache in your head.

It feels so nice that halfway through the rinsing process you find yourself leaning your forehead against his shoulder, eyes still closed, link your hands loosely behind his back so your arms rest around his hips, hold him just that little bit closer.

You're unsure why it's so overwhelming in that moment. It could be the exhaustion, or the remnants of your headache, or simply this beautiful boy in front of you pouring his entire heart into this small service, but all of a sudden the damn is bursting open and you can't help the way you're here crying against his shoulder.

He notices straight away, feels the way your shoulders shake against him ever so slightly, hears your breath catching under the thrum of the water.

"Hey," He starts, brings your face back up to meet him, both hands cupping your cheeks, so much worry in his eyes it almost makes you cry harder. "What happened?"

"It's nothing," You whisper, shake your head, make him withdraw his hands when your own reach up to run over your face and rub at your eyes, suddenly feeling ridiculous. You try to smile it off when you look up at him. "Shampoo in my eyes."

"Nice try," He says, not so easily lied to, smiles back before moving one hand back up to your cheek. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, really," You start, watch him for a moment, and for the second time that night you close your eyes and lean into his touch, slot your hand over his wrist and kiss the inside of his palm. You shake your head again. "I just can't believe you're real sometimes."

He looks a little awestruck for a second, thinks if it were quieter you would be able to hear his heart skip a beat. He smiles then, and you watch as he blushes, cheeks already flushed by the heat. "All because I washed your hair?"

"And all the other stuff too," You laugh, have to sniff, meet his grin when you brush your nose against his. You stand there for a moment, impossibly close, study each other's eyes as though they weren't already permanently engraved into your memories. "You know I'm so in love with you it hurts, right?"

His eyes flit to your lips, thumb reaching out to trace the curve of your lower one, still smiling, if only a little softer. "Now you're just trying to make me blush."

Peter always knows the right way to kiss you. This time it's soft, fingers slipping into the hair at the nape of your neck, warms you full from the inside out. It's a kiss that says everything all at once, tells you he loves you, that he feels the same way, that it's okay to be lulled away by this quiet love you share.

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omg you're too sweet thank you sm for reading!!

crack in the pavement

Peter’s searching your eyes, silent for a long moment, can’t find an out, can’t find an out, can’t find an excuse to live up to this one. And so he doesn’t lie. But he doesn’t tell the truth either. Steps over the crack at all costs. “I can’t.”

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

Summary: Peter can’t tell you he’s Spider-Man. You’re his superstition, his black cat, his broken mirror, his crack in the pavement. 

Warnings: Kidnapping, angst with a happy ending, reference to Gwen’s death, hurt/comfort eske, break up sex, vaguely described smut but still 18+!!!! NSFW!!

Words: 2.9k

A/N: based off of this request!! I just finished reading this book called In The Absence of Men that has made me so bone-crushingly sad that I needed to bring some of this angst into existence, with the happy ending I wished I had read. As always, reblogs and comments are hugely appreciated <3

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Peter has this idea, this superstition. That as soon as he tells you he’s Spider-Man something awful will happen to you because of it. 

It’s a ridiculous idea, an objectively delusional one founded in no sense of reality because that’s not how chance works, or causation, or the world in general. Nothing ever happens because you step on a crack in the pavement.

But after Gwen, he thinks it’s fair. To him, Gwen was his fault, her blood on his hands, and he would be damned if he let that happen ever again. 

Spider-Man was nothing but an afterthought after Gwen, a symbol of his inadequacy, his pain, a constant reminder of what could have been.

But then he had met you. And you were bright and steadying and kind- God, were you always kind, above anything else, and the force of your love was enough to convince him. You had seeped into his bones, burrowed so deep inside him that he had felt light again, not so weighed down by it all. You’re the reason he finds joy in being Spider-Man again, and if never telling you that is what needs to be done to protect you, then it’s a price he’s willing to pay.

It’s late, later than Peter’s been trying to get home lately because he’s noticed you catching on, asking questions he can’t answer, and he’s never been great at making up excuses.

You don’t turn when he opens the front door.

You’re standing at the kitchen sink, water running, hands deep in the soapy water. All the lights are off save from the one right above you and the sliver of yellow slipping under the bedroom door.

“You’re up late,” He mutters, behind you now, hands slipping around your waist, face in the crook of your neck.

Peter looks forward to this after long nights, the warmth of it, of you, the comfort and the gentleness. Except for this time, his arms wrapped around you, he feels you go rigid. “Where were you?“ 

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a mini hiatus for me <3

hi my lovelies!!

i'm gonna make this short and sweet and properly announce a little hiatus for this blog. life has been busy and hectic, and i don't think it's fair to make people wait for things i know won't be coming around for quite a while. beyond that, after a full day of work or uni writing has been feeling like more of a task than I would like it to, and I think I need to take some time to fall back in love with it.

this will not be an indefinite hiatus, but I can't imagine I'll be back to business as usual until the end of semester in November at the earliest.

i will absolutely still be writing, and my dms and asks will stay wide open for anyone who wants to have a chat!

infinite love to all of you <3333

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u ever have on mutuals whos so deep in another fandom that u know absolutely zero about and they make posts that look like they speaking another language or some shit

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a mini hiatus for me <3

hi my lovelies!!

i'm gonna make this short and sweet and properly announce a little hiatus for this blog. life has been busy and hectic, and i don't think it's fair to make people wait for things i know won't be coming around for quite a while. beyond that, after a full day of work or uni writing has been feeling like more of a task than I would like it to, and I think I need to take some time to fall back in love with it.

this will not be an indefinite hiatus, but I can't imagine I'll be back to business as usual until the end of semester in November at the earliest.

i will absolutely still be writing, and my dms and asks will stay wide open for anyone who wants to have a chat!

infinite love to all of you <3333