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soo if you’re seeing this it’s bc i had a liiittle identity crisis where i changed my tags & now i have to make this post with all the tags i changed so that they show up in my suggested tags & i won’t have to painstakingly copy paste it every single time TLDR: you can just ignore this post it’s just for me to keep track of some tags
soo if you’re seeing this it’s bc i had a liiittle identity crisis where i changed my tags & now i have to make this post with all the tags i changed so that they show up in my suggested tags & i won’t have to painstakingly copy paste it every single time TLDR: you can just ignore this post it’s just for me to keep track of some tags
soo if you’re seeing this it’s bc i had a liiittle identity crisis where i changed my tags & now i have to make this post with all the tags i changed so that they show up in my suggested tags & i won’t have to painstakingly copy paste it every single time TLDR: you can just ignore this post it’s just for me to keep track of some tags
hi lovely!! congrats on 7k! <3 may i request a roulette, number 27 from the acts of service list? for peter parker ofc, i’m obsessed with the way you write him! 🫶🏽
thank you!! & thanks so much for playing <333
Peter Parker x gn!reader who helps him bathe [640 words]
CW: ²⁷⁾ helping them bathe, no gender markers used from reader, brief mention of injury/blood but not descriptive, anxiety re: injuries and safety, Peter's belief in himself is astounding, fluff
“Knock it off, Parker.” You murmur softly, avoiding eye contact as you squeeze a waterlogged sponge over Peter’s shoulder, watching the clear liquid take on a pink hue as it streams in macabre rivulets down his arm and into the tub. You pretend that the sight doesn’t leave your heart constricting painfully in your chest.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He replies, smug.
“You’re staring.”
“I’m admiring.” He corrects you.
“You’re distracting.” You counter.
“I’m fine.”
Your next exhale is shaky as you let the sponge fall into the tub with a dejected splash.
finnick odair is tough. he is corded muscle and calloused hands, a true victor. everyone knows that— you know that— it’s just hard to believe when that very same finnick odair is carefully braiding your hair before bed so it doesn’t tangle itself while your sleeping, when he pulls you close to trace ‘i love you’s and lopsided hearts onto the skin that covers your shoulder blades. the same one that presses kisses to your forehead and the bridge of your nose before even touching your lips, the one that doesn’t kiss you hungrily like the others, but rather as if he’s giving you all the love he has to offer. he certainly doesn’t seem tough to you, crawling on top of you after a long swim and letting you gently detangle his salt-ridden waves as he hums softly against your collarbone. finnick odair is tough, but your finnick— your finn— is soft as they come.