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beemintty · 6 months
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bee and puppycat
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sabcandoit · 9 months
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as a request ((if you'd like!!)) whaat about a fluffy, soft and mildly angst/comfort in comforting noir and his scars?? praises, kisses and all
Thank you for the request! This one is a shorter one <3
Scars and Kisses
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Spider-Noir x Female Reader
Summary: Reader notices Peter's scars and asks him about them. This leads to her kissing him, then him kissing her, and so on.
Warnings: Fluff! Absolute fluff! and Angst. Talking about scars ofc.
A/N: This is my first time writing angst! So I definitely don't know what I'm doing LOL. Hope I get better! Requests are open :)
You were both in bed, tired after a long day of work. You wore nothing but a T-shirt and underwear, while Peter wore just plain boxers. He laid on the bed, with you in a cradle cuddle position and your head in his chest. Peter had slooped eyes and a soft smile on, his 5 o’clock shadow quite visible, him not bothering to shave before going to bed. In his arms, you also had a soft smile and you curled up nicely on his body. 
You looked up at him for a brief moment of time, smiling wider at his connected eye contact. He smirked back and said a small “Hi”. You giggled and said “Hi” back. His face had strewn across cuts and scars, tell tale of his journeys and fights. They made him look tough and… somewhat sexy, but it made you sad to see them so prominent. You pursed you lips gently and looked back down, his hand coming to yours and holding each others. “Love?” he spoke quietly, “Is something the matter?”. You fumbled with his fingers, noticing the little marks on them too. They were everywhere on his body. 
You looked back up at him and took awhile to reply. “Your scars… how do you feel about them?” he looked up at the ceiling with a tiny grin, chuckled a bit before leaning back down, “Darling, I can’t have much of a say on whether I like them or not.” you watched him intently as he spoke, “But really… It is hard to see the remnants of my work when I look at myself, but they are just another part of me. ” You sighed and kissed his hand which you were fidgeting with, which then led to you kissing his scars on his chest, closing your eyes in reverence. He watched you with widened eyes, thinking about how much he loved you. 
After a while of this kissing, you stopped when he put one hand on your chin and brought your face up to look at him. In a deep and quiet voice, smooth as chocolate, he chuckled, “I am glad that you seem to like me anyways,”. Your faces were inches apart, him smirking like a fool and you with watchful eyes on his lips, a flirty atmosphere coming back into play. “Oh, yes, I do,” you whispered back as the space between you closed and you kissed slowly and lovingly. You both backed apart and Peter smiled, his eyes half-lidded again before you both fell asleep.
TAGS: @kairiscorner @miguelswifey04 Hope y'all like it!! <333
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starrynightsxo · 2 months
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"“I am tired of caring,” I say. “Why should I?” “Because they could kill you!” “They better,” I say to her."
- The Cruel Prince, Jude Duarte
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alexbkrieger13 · 3 months
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She would have a picture like that as her phone background 😅
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ambear9 · 10 months
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This is how i imagine they look on their wedding day (to each other)
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jinxdragons · 2 years
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💕 Beautiful Boy 💕
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en-hale · 2 years
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This picture is now my everything and I hold it dear to my heart
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aristobun · 1 year
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helene and colleen’s gowns based on zodiac @colleenmurphy
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its-shells · 3 months
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“So,” Grian says, “this is awkward.”
Scar says nothing. Scar had said nothing for quite a while, honestly, sitting cross-legged in the void and playing with the hem of his cloak. Or with the flower stems woven through the hem of his cloak, as it were. Lilacs and poppies. Grian had thought it painfully ironic the first time he saw them. Scar hadn’t. Not until now.
“So,” Grian says, again, “I can explain? I think?”
He can hear stifled giggles behind him, Scott and Pearl discussing the last moments of the fight. He feels Martyn’s heated glare between his shoulder blades too, knows that he’ll be getting an earful about taking his final life whenever the fourth winner can get his hands on him, but at least Martyn’s been kind enough to leave him at the mercy of the fifth for now. Or not kind enough, as it were. Whether or not Scar has any mercy for him is an open question.
“Explain what,” Scar says. It’s not a question, which is just as well, since Grian doesn’t really have an answer.
Can he explain?
“Well,” he says, “there’s these death games.”
The death games he technically started, and then technically couldn’t stop. The death games that weren’t meant to be blood sacrifices, but probably count as happening on somebody’s altar. The death games that no one ever wins, but technically–
“Technically, the people who win them get to keep their memories.” He scrunches up his nose. “Or, uh, recover their memories of the previous ones, I suppose. Which is what’s happening to you. And Martyn, and Pearl, and Scott, and I was the first, so–”
“One heck of a headache, right?” Pearl yells behind them. “Was even for me, and you’ve got four whole timelines to deal with!” She flops backwards onto the floor, which is the void, pressing the back of the palm to her forehead theatrically even as she peers up at Scar through parted fingers. Scott rolls his eyes and grabs her hand.
“Give them a moment, Pearl,” Grian hears him whisper. “I know you weren’t there for Third Life, but I’ve explained it to you a dozen times, so–“
“So,” Scar says. “Third Life was real.”
It’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now.
“That’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now,” Grian says, because he’s always loose-tongued after dying. Scar stares at him, unblinking.
“That’s a strange way of thinking for someone who declared the first ever game a double victory,” he says. His head is tilted to the side.
Grian stares back.
“That didn’t count.”
“It didn’t not.”
“You didn’t remember until now.”
“I didn’t not.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Doesn’t it?” Scar shrugs. He plucks a flower from between the dark threads. It’s a poppy. “No less than the rest of it. No less sense than me waking up with sand between my toes, or burns on my arms, or bamboo in my pockets. No less than the dreams. Those didn’t make sense either.”
“It’s not like you ever asked me to explain.”
“Would you have?”
“Not the point.”
“Isn’t it?”
Pearl is still giggling. Martyn is still staring. Scott is quiet.
“Maybe it is,” Grian admits, quietly. It’s not an apology. It never will be.
Nor is it forgiveness, when Scar leans forward to tuck the poppy behind his ear. Nor will it ever be.
Sure feels like it sometimes though.
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palalances · 6 months
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citrucee · 3 months
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the "walking into a new area" experience
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I would stay forever if you
Say don't go (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault) - Taylor Swift
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bethsvrse · 5 days
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They’re gay, your honour 
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starrynightsxo · 4 months
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'Jude Duarte, you will leave the High King's side,' Balekin says. At that tone, Cardan's focus narrows. I can see him straining to concentrate. 'She will not,' he says.
- Cardan Greenbriar, The Wicked King
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grogumaximus · 3 months
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Christian: Max as a person is just a really nice 25 year old young man. That is passionate about racing. Uncomfortable with the level of fame or notoriety that he has.
Now, just wants to do his job. Race the car hard. He's very very straightforward, very honest. And you know he loves spending time on his playstation if he's not in a race car.
And uh, outside of the car he is quite a gentle character.
Inside the car he's ruthless. I have never met a driver who is as driven as Max from the moment he steps into the car you know that you're going to get 110% and he will expect 110% back.
From the moment that car leaves the garage is interesting whenever we go to a racetrack, even in new circuits, the first lap of the weekend, in many respects is meaningless. I will almost put my house on it, that the driver comes out, the first lap with the fastest time, sometimes two or three seconds lap quicker than any other driver is Max. Because it's a way of him stamping his authority on. 'I'm at one with my car' 'I'm at the top of my game' and bang! And he has the confidence, the ability, the feel and the technique to be able to do that and to be able to adapt.
He came into formula 1 at a very young age, you know as a teenager. Having missed the training that goes on through the lower formulas, he did that very publicly in an arena formula 1 where every move that these guys make is scrutinized and pulled apart and I think he came through that. And his mental strength at the big game moments whether is a qualifying lap, whether it's a start, whether it's an overtake, whether it's an outlap, that's where he's outstanding. I've not seen a driver with his or seen a driver previously with his resilience to be able to deal with pressure at those high stakes moments.
Christian Horner on Secrets of Success Podcast
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heartkade · 8 months
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