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(* Indicates my personal favorites.)
(Updated with complete works: May 19, 2019.)
‘Have I Told You?’ * - You would only ever beg for him.
‘Sleeping on the Couch’ - “I like the way you smell in the rain.” His confession startled you a bit, catching you off guard and making you laugh.
‘Tell me you see it’ - He had made you feel beautiful.
Follower Celebration Prompts:
‘Don’t Tempt Me’ - Peter was definitely ticklish.
‘Without You’ * - “I can’t do this without you.”
‘Personal Space’ - His teasing was a relatively new development and God if it didn’t leave you flustered.
Tomorrow, He Would Be’ * - I’ll die without you.
‘Saying Things’ - “Or how badly I’ve wanted you like this,” and he didn’t have to explain what he meant…”
Drabbles:
‘Healing Kisses’ - Had to laugh at how ridiculous this boy was, with his careful fingers and tender heart.
‘Selfish’ - “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”
‘Caught’ * - “Is this my shirt?” He was grinning at you, goofy and tired, puffy bags under twinkling eyes.
‘Sunny Words’ * - The life-vest of his arms pulled you close…
’Softly’ - And you were just breathing together; each other.
‘A Good Day’ * - He did it with kind, cryptic, sugary words, sunshine lips, and rose bud blushes.
‘Starlight’* - A mask that he knew and could see through, but yet still let you keep; identity a secret until you were ready to pull it over your head.
‘A Leia to Your Han’ - You’d wanted to earn that stupid smile of his the moment it had graced his face. That was how you’d found yourself sifting through racks looking for pieces you could use to make yourself a matching set; a Leia to go with his Han.
‘Promises’* - What if May hadn’t been dusted in the snap?
'On really bad nights, her thoughts took her to that day Tony’s battle worn and travel weary face had suddenly re-appeared on the news. How her whole body had shook and a smile had broken out on her face at the thought that maybe Peter had been with him and would be home.’
‘Magic’ - Affection is a gift; she’s made of magic. A gift for @ohparkers
Miscellaneous Blurbs
‘We’re There‘- Tony handing Peter things.
‘Washing the Suit‘ - “Genius.”
‘A Sweater for Spring’ *- Peter Parker looked his best when he wore that hunter green, woolen knit sweater.
‘This Old Guitar’- “Shhh, don’t laugh at me, I’m trying to play you a song.”
‘This Old Blanket’ - “I wanted to bring you this, you-you know, for comfort. To help you, with your knee. It’s mine-well, is mine now. It was my uncle’s before, you know…”
‘The First of Many‘ - His laugh was like summer; July and blue skies…
‘A Nervous Boy’ - “Well does she go to the right or the left when she hugs? I need to know. I want to be prepared.”
‘Yellow’ - A bright, golden yellow gift to christen a new day. A new day where brown-eyed boys made of sunshine leave pieces of himself for you to hold in sweetened hands.
‘Purple’ - ‘…the feeling of it like crisp air, purple skies, and songbirds.’
‘A Slip Up’ - Don’t think about why that thing is glistening, Peter. Friendly neighborhood, Spider-Man, not creepy, neighborhood perve, Parker.
Could Be - Your heart ached because you could see it. Knowing, you could see what it could be. Who it could be.
Here - His words were a new mark; a new brand, a new name: Peter, which felt and sounded and tasted a lot like ‘promise.’
Seeing and Believing - Prompt 84: “Why are you so nice to me”
Side Kick-ery - Prompt 156: “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”
Blush Colored Freckles - …lips made of raw sugar met in ways that were far more familiar and intimate than nerves would have hearts believe.
The Hard Way - “You’re a terrible actor, Peter Parker.”
Gif Exchange
Combustion - The day Peter Parker defies genetics.
Mad Libs - ‘…this night where he couldn’t hold back from asking: ‘adjective, verb, or noun?’ any longer.’
Ongoing/Completed Series
It’s A Lot Like Falling
‘This is Nice’ - “It wouldn’t be the first time you broke a promise.” 15
‘Yesterday, She Was’ *- “… Do you like it?” “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it the right way.” “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.” 16/17 *
‘Courage, or Something Like It’ - “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “You’re so drunk.” “That wasn’t very subtle.” 18
‘In Which You Surprise Yourselves’ - “You’re really soft.” “You look incredible in that.” “Can I kiss you?” 18
‘If You Stayed’ - “I love your freckles.” “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” “I’d like it if you stayed.” 19/20
‘Tomorrow, He Would Be’ * - “I never want to see you again.” “I’ll die without you.” “I’m not ready to say goodbye.” “Don’t you give up on me.” 22/23 *
After All Things (A Sequel to ‘It’s A Lot Like Falling.’) (Mature Themes)
Part I - The crushing. That’s what you had come to refer to it as. It had left the Peter Parker you saw a broken and sad man; a man in desperate need of closeness. Only, it seems as though he’s forgotten how.
Part II *- After a year of careful, empty touches and words, the truth finally comes out.
Part III - But then suddenly, he was here and deciding that maybe, it was time to stop falling.
Part IV *- The deciding; three months had passed and your lips still tingled every time he decided to reaffirm that decision.
Part V * - The crushing, the falling, the deciding, the climb; in that moment, he wondered on shapes and colors and textures: what sort of feathers would that hummingbird have?
Part VI *- He was here: Peter Benjamin Parker, the man who was made of light.
After All Things: A Playlist by @jedistardust
Snapshots (Little pieces of life after all things.)
Nice Things - “I don’t think sticking our daughter to the ceiling is really much of a punishment,” tangled toffee curls twirling as a little head shook, eyes bright and happy.
What You Don’t Know - The only person you really care about in your life is your brother. That is, until a strange man with a funny smile and kind brown eyes happens into your life in the toy aisle of a department store. Even stranger still, is the way that your younger brother seems to know who this man is. Oh, and apparently he’s friends with Spider-man, too.
Part I - ‘You swore you could see the beginning of a funny smile, a smile that really wasn’t so funny, forming where his lips should be.’ 22/23
Inspiring Confidence (Mature Themes)
Part I - “Oh my god, it’s not – come on – it’s – you know, that doesn’t exactly inspire confidence when you laugh at a guy like that,” his voice, sound of it now beginning to carry the notes of humor, rang out from the place you’d set the phone down by your knee.
Part II - “Did you – did you actually just send me nudes?” Looking at yourself in the mirror as you spoke, at the white of your teeth as lips stretched tight across them and eyes crinkled as you smiled…’
Head-canons
Peter Parker - 5 at random as requested
Signs and Signals * - Peter likes to throw a certain sign at you before he goes running off to do his Spider-Man thing.
A Promise - Ben’s death ripped a piece of his very soul from him.
Limbo - ‘It was the fear lingering in his veins, holding his lungs under water.’ (Infinity War theory.)
Collabs
‘A Walk Through the Stars’ - or, what happens when Universes collide. A collaborative imagine with my girl @spiderling–parker
Mood boards
Bonnie and Clyde AU with Peter - Requested by @snowpupsstuff
A Winter Date with Peter - Requested by @the-spectacular-spiderfan
Muslim Girl x Peter - Requested by anonymous
Incoming Message: Original thoughts and poems.
‘Can I Ask You a Question?’
‘I Lie All of the Time’
‘Pause’ - a poem about death.
You can find more here on my other blog @it-might-be-wordless
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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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ao3 author: *writes the most devestating ending to a 150k fic that simultaneously calls back to the first chapter and beautifully wraps up every theme in a few paragraphs*
also the ao3 author (in the endnotes): uwu i never know how to end these things T_T
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*visibly shaking* i am So Normal about this piece of media you Don’t Even Know
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the next time you hesitate to leave a comment on a fic remember that I go back and read all the comments I get on my fic whenever I'm feeling down and it makes me feel so much better
if you leave nice comments on ao3 i love you
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𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Din Djarin x Fem!Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A night in a beautiful meadow and an innocent question leads to a startling confession.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1,422
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Literally none. Just an oblivious reader and nervous Din. Fluff rised to the max.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | Guy’s, this made me weep with how cute it is. So, just fair warning I guess?
masterlist | read on ao3
Like most things, it started with a simple question.
“Cyar’ika, can you hand me that wrench?”
You were helping Din with some repairs on the Crest when you heard that word for the hundredth time.
As you picked up the tool, your mind wrestled with the wandering thoughts of what that word meant. Din called you that all the time. He’d throw some others in the mix every once in a while.
Mesh’la.
Cyar.
Cyar’ika was the most common, though. You didn’t speak a bit of Mando’a, so you had no clue what he was calling you. He could be calling you the worst thing ever, and you wouldn’t even know. But even with his rough exterior, you highly doubted that he was referring to you as anything too horrible.
With every cyar, mesh’la, or cyar’ika your curiosity grew. But you didn’t voice your questions out of fear that you’d overstep some invisible boundary. You and Din were close—well, as close as the Mandalorian would let himself get to you. He’d told you his true name, so you counted that as progress. He still had so many secrets, though. So you didn’t want to push him to reveal stuff he wasn’t ready for. You would take whatever he’d give you. You would have him, however you could.
But sometimes your interest was almost too much.
Like at daybreak when he would touch your shoulder oh so gently and say, “Good morning, cyar.” In that deep, velvety cadence his voice had in the mornings.
Or when you’d just had a close call on a mission and he would rush to you, frantic, and place his hands on your cheeks. “Are you alright, cyar’ika? Are you hurt?” The words would leave his lips in a hurry and sometimes jumble together. You knew what he was saying nonetheless.
It was those moments when he showed you gentleness, concern, and care that you found it hard not to blurt out everything on your mind.
“What does cyar’ika mean?”
“What does cyar and mesh’la mean?”
“Do you know what it does to me when you touch me?”
“Do you love me as much as I love you?”
But you kept quiet and let the thoughts mingle in your mind. You were just going to leave well enough alone. Hoping that possibly ignoring your curiosity would make it, and your developing feelings fade away. That proved to require arduous effort, which you found yourself lacking day by day. And eventually, your efforts proved to be in vain.
The night it happened, the Crest had landed on some forest planet. Din had just wrapped up a difficult hunt, so he perched the ship on the first globe he could. You and the kid had been cooped up inside for days now, so as soon as the hatch opened, you were both bounding down from the cockpit.
The kid ran into the tall grass of the field, chasing frogs and crickets with the moonlight guiding his expedition. You stood close to the ship, just watching him with a loving smile. Din came to stand beside you, quite as ever, but his presence was a comfort you relished in far too much.
The first blink of light had you curious. The second and third and fourth flashes had you in awe.
The serene meadow was set ablaze with glittering brightness. Fireflies floated high and low, strung about the tall grass like hundreds of flawless silvery stars. They blanketed the grassland far and wide, down to the glimmering lake in the distance.
“Oh wow,” you breathed. You ventured farther out into the plain, turning in a slow circle, absolutely awestruck.
You could hear the child’s gurgling laughter from nearby. You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from your throat. The dazzling excitement from the whole experience makes you somewhat astounded. You've never seen anything like this before. Something so beautiful.
You face Din, still standing guard at the front of the ship. “Isn’t this spectacular?” You questioned.
You could hear the airy chuckle get past his vocoder. “It’s certainly something.”
You rolled your eyes in a very childish manner and tilted your head in confusion. “How could you think this is anything but…what’s the word for beautiful in Mando’a?”
You’ve caught his full attention now, seemingly catching him off guard. He appears stunned beyond words. Beyond thoughts as well perhaps. You don’t understand why. It was just a simple question, but it seemed to have knocked any rational notion from him.
What you don’t know is that while you look at him with such sincerity in your eyes and you wait slightly nervous for his response, his brain is nothing short of a mess.
“Din,” you begin. “If I’ve crossed a line somehow-”
“The word is mesh’la.”
That stops you short. Your heart thudded to a halt for several seconds as you took in the sudden confession.
“Mesh’la,” you repeat softly.
You have no idea that his knees almost buckle at the sound of your voice speaking in his mother tongue.
Your face heats at the implication. Mesh’la means beautiful. Din calls you Mesh’la. Din calls you beautiful. He thinks you're beautiful? Or was it meant as something like a courtesy? Was he just being a flirt? No, Din wasn’t the type. So he must think it if he calls you it.
“Y/N.”
You speak up before he can get another word out. “You think I’m beautiful?”
He nods. “Yes.”
A grin tugs your lips up ever so slightly. Realization dawns on you as your mind recalls all the affectionate exchanges that you fooled yourself into thinking were merely friendly.
A coo from below takes your attention for a moment. The kid is at your feet with his arms stretched up for you. You hold him in the crook of your elbow as you close the distance between you and Din. When you stop in front of him, a radiant smile is permanently placed upon your lips.
“And uh, cyar’ika,” you whisper. “What does that mean…?” You’re a little hesitant to let all your questions come to light. A small part of you still worried you’re reading too much into it.
He takes a deep breath, and you try to ignore the anxiety coursing through you. “Cyar’ika…” He’s never sounded this breathless before. “It means sweetheart.”
The blood rushes to your cheeks with a new fury, painting your skin scarlet. It terrifies you a little that you can’t see his face, that you can’t read the expressions he is wearing right now. You think you know where this is going, but not being able to sense the situation from the other person makes it hard to be sure. You can see that he’s tense, possibly waiting for you to tell him that you were uncomfortable. But you weren't; you were a nervous wreck, but you were not uncomfortable with this knew information in the slightest. You were trying to figure out how to move forward with this without seeming like a lovesick fool.
After waiting an eternity trying to get a hold of yourself, you make a decision. You slowly bring your hands up to him, gently gliding along his arms until they reach the broad expanse of his shoulders, and then the cool surface of his helmet.
You can feel his panic, but you softly sush him. Eventually, your hands still on the side of his helmet, where you imagine his cheeks would be. You picture them flushed like yours. Even through the impenetrable beskar, you feel like the heat of his skin is melting into yours. You imagine how it would actually feel to be skin to skin with him. If you ever had the privilege to experience that, you were sure you could die happy.
What happens next is a surprise. Din clutches your hands in his and brings them down between you both. He then slowly touches his forehead to yours. The shock of cold metal draws a gasp from your lips.
“Ni ganar hid ner kar'taylir darasuum teh gar par chaaj'yc too munit, cyar’ika.” A whispered admission comes from him.
You can’t help but laugh as you have no clue what he said. “What?”
He chuckles along with you. “I said that I have hidden my love from you for far too long, sweetheart.”
Your heart cracks open with so many emotions that it’s overwhelming. It aches inside you, but the pain is welcome because you’d rather have this, him, than the uncertainty you lived in for so long.
I poured over this for days, and I still feel like something isn't right. But oh well, maybe it'll come to me later. 🤷♀️
#the mandolarian#the mandolorian x reader#the mandolorian x you#the mandolorain imagine#din djarin#din djarin x y/n#star wars
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Yeah, yes, absolutely, you are 100% correct. However, if I may....
Everyone is so thirsty over Din Djarin, and because of it there is so. much. smut fanfiction. And I’m absolutely astounded by it.
You’re telling me this guy is feral and horny? I don’t believe it. He is a anxious, touch-starved, gentleman who has no idea how to express emotion. He’s the nervousness of Jenna Marbles’s dog, Kermit, personified and in a tin can.
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Always and forever in love with the connections you can form through written word.
Rileywrites-Parker appreciation post!
Riley, I don’t even know how to express my gratitude. You’re writing, the way you connect to your fans, it’s amazing. You’re writing has made me, sad, frustrated but many times happy. Also, many many many times, you’re words have made me confident.
I- I really don’t know what else to say, again I can’t express my gratitude. If I could give you a big hug right now, in person, I would.
I love you so much, never stop writing. You’re an inspiration ❤️
@rileywrites-parker
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Is your favorite ship dynamic sunshine x storm cloud or are you lame?
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'you have x many followers' those r cadavers girl. corpses. abandoned vessels of blogs who once were. its the apocalypse in there. its me and my 5 mutuals against the world.
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is THIS your man? [shows an image of a malnourished injured exhausted man with big sad eyes looking up at the camera with blood smeared all over his face and mouth. and he is visibly trembling]
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It's very unproductive to sit around waiting for people to guess what you want from them just to then get upset when they don't guess it.
If you care a lot about your birthday being celebrated, let your friends know that it's happening a couple weeks in advance and make it clear that you would like to plan something fun with them.
If you want your friends to gush about your latest achievement, make sure to let them all know that you did this or that cool thing.
If someone's joke is hurting your feelings, you can and should go "hey, could you please not joke about my appearance? It's a bit hurtful and I'd rather you went at something else."
If you miss someone, don't be afraid to reach out and let them know you'd love to catch up with them when they have the time!
If you're upset about something, try to have a constructive conversation about it instead of holding a grudge in silence.
You will get so much further if you make a serious attempt to exchange hints and grudges with conversation and communication!
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the way pedro has played a cowboy, a space cowboy, an apocalypse cowboy and an old western cowboy
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For anyone who has been with me for the long haul and maybe, potentially remembers some of the gynecological issues I have gone through - endometriosis and adenomyosis officially rendered me infertile and in constant pain. My uterus was a war zone, completely unable to support life.
I had genetic testing done and found that I am positive for a BRCA 1 genetic mutation.
I had a partial hysterectomy about a month ago. I was able to keep both of my ovaries despite a large endometrioma on one, for the time being, with the intent being to heavily monitor changes going forward.
I am struggling mentally, to be honest. I am so lucky to have had my daughter when I did. Three different doctors told me that I never would. Many women dealing with the same diseases aren't so fortunate. It feels greedy to mourn over the lost potential of another miracle baby, but I am, no less. I wanted to be able to give her all of me, without pain or the cancer timebomb that was; I will keep telling myself this was the best choice given the data.
I don't expect a response and this post is not meant to come across as self-pitying. More or less just wanted to type it out for the universe. I'm going to be fine.
For any of you that are dealing with the same or similar - I am sorry and i understand. I see you. I hear you. Please never feel guilt or regret.
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No, but I love him.
Pedro Pascal - Disney Gallery: The Mandalorian S01E03
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