nah but have you guys ever thought of my sweet little babey miles making you a playlist to rizz you up
like fr, this boy has amazing taste in music. he's very keen on sharing it with people he loves, hoping his favorite songs become your favorite songs, because if anything, they're his favorite songs because they always remind him of you.
ever since he met you, there's always been a few songs he's reminded of when you do the things you do, when you act out your little quirks or show off your skills and talents. he didn't know why he thought of songs whenever he saw you, but it just felt right.
he'd take mental note of the songs you remind him of, and let me tell you, every bit of you reminds him of a song or two. he's super curious about what genre of music you listen to, about your favorite artist, artists you're planning on listening to, and songs you find yourself listening to on repeat.
miles believes that the kind of music a person listens to is a gateway to their inner self, their mind, if you will. so he wants to give you a piece of his mind when he's around you, when you do things with him, when you're drawing with him, when you're laughing, when you share glances from across the classroom, when you nudge his shoulder once or twice to tease him; when he sees you walk off into the opposite direction when you two head home after listening to the songs you wanted him to hear back in the bus, never wanting that moment to end...
he feels like his whole life with you in it is a feel-good, emotional song that he wants to listen to on repeat; even if it might abruptly cut off in the end if you two part ways, you and all of you, every part of you, will always be his favorite song in his playlist in life.
Can I just say I love your fatherly Miguel headcanons? I live for Miguel and miles father son bonding!
Like just imagine if they finally make amends in the next movie and team up to take down spot and miles somehow “dies” by glitching out of existence almost the same way Miguel’s daughter did (like he’s also in Miguel’s arms when he “dies” too), And Miguel just goes absolutely haywire on spot and is about to kill him until miles somehow magically comes back in time to stop him
Anon, beautiful gorgeous most talented anon, I don't know who you are but I wanna kiss you/hj. You are a genius for thinking of this/gen, I am squealing from joy and from the amount of ideas I'm getting.
I might make this into a fic in the future months(or even years considering how busy my life is now.) But I will try my best to add more and make hcs for this idea :)
(Warning! Bad spelling, ooc!characters, and badly sensored cuss words, death?, talk of murder, mentioning of destroying universes, etc)
Once they make amends, I imagine miguels own like spider instinct(not spidey sense as he doesn't have that. But like, he's 50% spider and takes serums to stop his animalistic side and stuff.) Immediately just going "Yep, my kid now." Whenever he sees miles, like he immediately goes all overprotective spider dad on miles. So spiders, male wolf spiders specifically (I think) usually carry their young on their backs, and since miguel is 50% spider, imagine him carrying miles everywhere on his back, like a piggy back ride or miguel uses one of these
And did you know that spider also make nursery's for their young? Like a web/nest nursery's next to their actual web/nest? Imagine miguel just making a whole a$$ bedroom on his platform for miles because his platform-office thingy is the closest thing his spider instincts can see as a sort of nest for himself and therfore miles also has to have nest nursery next to it or on it.
Now, I'm not showing the photo because personally, it freaked me out and also in case anyone has arachnophobia or a fear of spiders. But like miguel just doing all this sh1t that an actual fathe rspider would do for their young to miles because he's 50% spider and sees miles as his son makes me all giddy(I love found family, father figures, platonic stuff, etc, way too much).
(Warnign angst here!)
Sorry I ramble alot :(, anyways so once emiels starts to 'die'(glitch in and out like you said), I have a feeling miguel would just stop, like his brain can not handle it, like he's so overwhelmed with terror, fury and hopeless, he can not do anything but just watch as miles starts to glitch in his arms. He watches it with a horrified expression, tears building up in his eyes, his anger so large it could destroy any universe without a second thought as long as miles was safe, his fear so terrorising that makes him want to vomit, his worry is indescribable as he practically holds miles for dear life, muttering apologies, about how miles will be okay, comforting himself and miles as he finally let's out his tears, he can't lose another kid yet he just did. He can't even imagine, he didn't even get to apologise for everything he did to miles, and now it seemed he never will. He prays in his mind that miles would be okay, thinking of how he'd rather destroy universes then to lose miles the same way he lost his daughter, or to lose miles at all. Its a scary, silence deafening moment as miles glitches out of miguels arms, disappearing, its a somber, terrifying moment for miguel as he is once again reminded of the multiverses cruelty and deaths cold grip on life.
It's a singular minute after that, that's just pure silence, actually silence, no one dares to speak(if anyone else is there helping miles and miguel), miguel is just still, not moving an inch as he looks down at his arms, sobbing quietly. In his mind, he is screaming in agony, miles is only 15, he didn't deserve this. Yet his anger starts to boil over, as he turns his gaze to the spot, staring at him like a murder, he stares at the spot with such a hatred, anger filled look of sadness and agony. It's only a second then before miguel immediately pounces on him,his talons gripping into the spots skin(where the black heels aren't, the white part.), nearly ripping out the spots arm, he screams at him, curses, sobbing, questions, and so much more yet its hard to tell with the spots own agonising screams of pain and terror. Miguel easily out strengthens the spot, literally clawing unto the spots skin and pulling his limbs so strongly that it almosts rips off the spots body, there's a sliver of blood(pretend the spot has blood.) That comes out of spots limb as miguel does this, miguels still somewhat sobbing yet he is so overtaken by grief and rage, he can't even notice anything around him.
It takes a moment but as miles glitches back, he can see miguel trying to kill (or atleast hurt) the spot, miles expression goes from confusion to pain, and to shock and horror in a matter of seconds. Miguel is still trying to kill the spot but as he is about to completely rip the spots limbs off, he can feel someone hugging him, miguel quietly let's go of the spot, his rage turning into disbelief and confusion as he slowly turns around, seeing miles standing there, not dead or injured at all. It scares miguel, cause what if this is just some cruel prank from the multiverse? What if this isn't miles and just miguel going insane?
Miguel quietly holds miles face, while also checking his body for any injuries, wounds, scratches, etc, he is in pure disbelief. "....miles?....Mijo?..." miguel questions the reality of miles being alive but as it fully sets in that this is infact, miles and he is still alive. Miguel would practically burst into tears, he's been holding in so much pain, from losing his daughter, to almost losing his son miles, he's exhausted from the spider society and keeping universes safe, he can't help but sob as he immediately pulls miles into an almost bone crushing hug, as if he'll glitch away again if miguel let's go. He can't lose another child, he can't lose another person so close to him, especially not his son(metaphorically) miles.
(I'll let you guys deicide what happens to the spot)
I like to think that after this whole thing, miguels overprotectiveness goes from 100% to 1000%, he can't afford miles dying, he can't afford to lose another child. Miguels now just keeps miles everywhere near him, following miles around, making sure he's okay, regular health check ups, and so much more. He stops letting miles on so many missions, if any at all wt this point, the very few missions miles does do is heavily baby-proofed for him. Miles would probably feel uncomfortable at one point or another, but a stern yet calm talk with miguel can make him slowly stop his overbearingness.
miles morales (itsv) x gn!reader, can be read as platonic or romantic.
Warnings: nothing major, lying? 442 words, haven’t written marvel in a year…
“You alright?” Miles asks, leaning against the doorframe of your room. You barely glance at him, but you see his appearance is messier than usual, probably out being the friendly neighborhood spiderman like he always is.
You’re surprised he’s even here, you almost wish he wasn’t but, Miles has always been perceptive of your emotions, or at least you’d believed he was till now.
“I’m okay.” You answer, cowering under your duvet. Anything to avoid looking at him. “Just a little under the weather s’all.”
“You sure?”
“I’m okay, miles. You don’t have to worry about me.” You repeat though it’s a little harsher than you intended. “Sorry, Miles I didn’t—” you rubbed your face tiredly, sighing as you finally turned to look at him. “Did you need something?”
He shakes his head and sets down a mug you failed to notice before, and sits on the edge of your bed. “Just wanted to check on you. Pops said you haven’t been out of your bed in a minute.”
You hum, picking at the balls of lint that stuck to your sheets. “Is that the only thing?”
“I missed you,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck; a telltale sign that he was nervous. “I haven’t seen you in a while and I, you know.”
“Yeah,” you chuckled under your breath, “I missed you too.”
An empty silence follows after you spoke, his leg bouncing, your bed shaking from it. He’s nervous, it’s obvious. And whatever he’s keeping inside is eating him from within.
“I might not be around a lot anymore.” He says, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “Some things are happening right now and I don’t want you to get involved.”
You don’t know what you were expecting but it was definitely not something like that.
“That’s never been a problem before,” you say, words slow as you moved to sit beside him. “I– um, did something happen?”
He shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, “No, no. It’s not– nothing happened.” His tone makes it believable but you knew him like the back of your hand, he was lying. “I just want to keep you safe.”
At least that’s true.
“If you think that’s right, then fine.” You mumbled, raising your hands to his shoulders, pushing him to lay down. He looks at you with a bewildered expression, eyebrows pinched together and his mouth slightly agape. “Stay with me for tonight, please.”
“Okay,” he says, wrapping an arm around you to hold you close. “Um, I love you.”
“I know.” You muttered, burying your face in his chest. “I love you too.”
Head canon for Weiss, 2b,ruby, Gwen Stacy, Zelda with they s/o under a mistletoe
Reader is gender neutral
CW (CONTENT WARNING): None
| Weiss Schnee | RWBY |
Funny how the ice queen managed to get under the mistletoe with the warmest person in the room (I.E. you). It was an accident that she got pushed under the doorway while you were going out of the kitchen to deliver Ruby’s stacked as hell hot cocoa. Through Yang’s hollers and Ruby’s screeches, Weiss had trouble articulating that you don’t have to kiss her because those two egged you on. Nonetheless, you cupped her cheek and kissed her right on the lips, the sugar from the gingerbread cookies you ate before was on her lips as almost all of the residents of the house screamed.
| 2B | Nier Automata |
Inside an abandoned house in a rural area, a single mistletoe hung on an archway, seemingly survived the horrors of the outside world. While 2B had asked her Pod to examine the plant, you had to stand back to keep your processors from heating too much. You heard about the plant from gossiping Operators and you wanted to kiss 2B so badly. With newfound courage, you slipped under the mistletoe with 2B and pecked her cheek before running away. 2B blinked under her visor before her Pod chimed in to explain the plant. She discretely says to her Operator to find more mistletoes.
| Ruby Rose | RWBY |
You had to give it to Ruby for adding so much marshmallows to her hot cocoa to the point the marshmallows absorbed the drink, but you worry for the inevitable sugar rush that Ruby will have afterwards. While you were walking out of the kitchen, you felt the zip of her familiar Semblance before feeling her arms wrap around you. Her bright eyes found yours as she quickly pointed upwards. You barely had time to look up before she kissed your chin and zipped off again in a flurry of rose petals. The mistletoe that you were pretty sure was never there before swung gently as you chuckled at Ruby’s antics. That is until you realized the mug in your hand was gone.
| Gwen Stacy | Into the Spider-Verse |
It was her school’s Christmas party and while she loves the gingerbread cookies the cafeteria makes, she doesn’t like how almost all of the hallways are filled with mistletoe. Unfortunately, Spidey-Sense doesn’t account mistletoe as a threat so Gwen has to both look up while avoiding classmates that she might kiss. Call it lucky or unlucky, she bumped into you when you purposefully stood in her way as you spun her around. She let out a cry of indignation before she laughed and kissed your temple. Maybe the Christmas party wasn’t so bad.
| Princess Zelda | Super Smash Bros. Ultimate |
The Christmas holiday was something Hyrule never had but when the people who do celebrate it started putting up decorations, she wanted to help. She’s especially in love with the mistletoe that the girls were putting up on archways, wanting to see the chaos that will ensue when people walk under them. While she was holding the plant on her head, she turns to you and asks what do people do under the plant since Link cut Ken’s flirtatious explanation of it. You chuckled at her naivety before pecking her forehead and that people kiss under the mistletoe. Her red face was something that made your Christmas in the Smash Manor memorable.
omg I LOVED your Drunk Miguel hcs!
Is there any chance of you writing some for the other Spdier people? Especially Spider Noir?
AAAAA SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT ANON ! and ofc, consider it done <333
when drunk noir :>
drunk noir headcanons
ok, the stages in which noir get drunk are: slightly drunk, giggly, undergoing a midlife crisis, lovesick, and sleepy
the slightly sober stage is the stage when noir should really stop drinking. i headcanon that it doesn't take him long to get drunk, like maybe... 3 to 4 shots, and he's entering the slightly drunk stage. he kinda dissociates when he's in this stage, like miguel in the drunk miggy headcanons, he kinda goes quiet and speaks only when spoken to, but it's a whole lotta gibberish that comes out of his mouth instead of coherent words. he'd look like he's staring into space, when actually he's just focusing on how fuzzy the world looks like right now as the liquor is settling in. past this point, you are now entering the harder than manageable peter parker drunk.
his giggly stage is when he's had a couple more than 3 to 4 shots, and he laughs his ass off at the most out of context shit ever. like he sees a little fly on the table and he just chuckles to himself because the liquor is making him think, "oh shit, what a funny fly, it's not purple." and when he's told a joke he laughs THE FUCK out of it, even minutes after the joke was said, he's still laughing about it to the point of tears. if he remembers the joke, he'll laugh about it randomly and not explain at all because he forgets soon after what he was laughing at, like, "wait, haha, why am i, hah, laughing again?" his smile when he's drunk is so fucking precious though
after the laughing fit, he enters the depressing midlife crisis stage. he rambles and mumbles a lot to himself about how shitty his life has been, how he wishes uncle benjamin wasn't... you know, how he really regrets being distant and aloof towards a lot of people he's loved in his life and how he can never catch a break with all the horribleness in his life. he cries during this stage, but it's a quiet kind of crying. like he sniffles a little but when he cries, by default, he isn't loud. he must've learned how to cry without attracting so much attention, because it's only when you pay attention to the right details, his eyes, his nose turning red, his lips quivering, and the small sounds he makes when sobbing that you realize he was crying this whole time.
but after sobbing for a little while, if he's still drinking, his hormones change from the sad and depressing ones to the "i need to be held and to hold someone right now" hormones in the lovesick stage. if you're really close to peter, he'd kinda get a little handsy and talkative, still stuttering gibberish. he'd just go on and on and on about how purple is a pretty color but every color on you is by far the prettiest colors he has ever and will ever witness. he incessantly asks if he can hold your hand or hug you, he just wants to feel your warmth because the alcohol makes him feel colder. when you agree to hug him, omg, you are never going to be let go by him, i swear. like MAN HAS A TIGHT GRIP, EVEN WHEN DRUNK. but he holds you with the intent of making you feel loved, not pained nor burdened, just a gentle reminder he loves you. he gets a little giggly here too, but that's only because he's so happy he's with you right now and you didn't reject him, 'cause if you did, he'd be back in the midlife crisis stage.
and finally, the last stage of them all, when he gets sleepy. nothing much happens in this stage, save for peter just slowly getting tired and just drifting off to sleep, letting the alcohol in his system take him away to dreamland. but his favorite place to sleep is against your shoulder, nothing's more comforting to him than to feel you close next to him as he sleeps, knowing you're there for him for whatever happens while he's knocked out due to his inebriated self.
a/n: sorry i had to give him angst... it's my instinct <:[
thanks @thecoolerdor for the inspo (i will forever open your canteen for u !!!) also sorry for the shitty anatomy knowledge, i'm just thirsty for veins
need a lil' help? – teacher!noir x teacher!reader
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struggling yet again to open your canteen full of the lunch you made for yourself, you grunted and tried twisting the cover harder–hoping against all hope that it'd budge, even by just a centimeter. no such miracle happened, however, and you dejectedly whined silently to yourself as you held the unopened canteen full of your lunch in your hand, cussing at yourself for tightening the lid on it too much that you can't even open it now.
you were on the verge of bursting into tears out of how excruciatingly difficult opening this damn canteen was–if only you had stronger hands... and out of nowhere, a couple of them appeared before you, handing you a folder of attendance records from your advisory class. you looked up and before you was the physics teacher, mr. peter benjamin parker, or just 'pete' to you. he smiled at you and looked at your sunken expression and raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly to himself, wondering why you were in such a mood. "everything good?" he asked you as you sighed and set your canteen down, thanking him for the folder with a nod. "...not really." you confessed with a sigh.
peter looked over at the canteen you were holding just previously and chuckled a little at the dilemma you were having that he pieced together. "need some help, sugar?" he asked you with a gentle voice as you immediately shook your head. "nah, pete, i-i'm good." you tried telling peter as you took your canteen into your hands and tried opening it again, hoping you could finally, finally open it this time. peter watched you struggle as he took his seat next to you by your desk, rearranging test papers he was going to hand back to his students for his next class–his smile unwavering as he looks at you from the corner of his gray and brownish eyes with a twinkle in them. he sighed and offered his hand out to open the canteen for you. "seriously, it's okay to ask for help, love." he said with a chuckle as you, all sheepishly, handed him the canteen–looking down at the ground in slight embarrassment.
you perked your head up again, though to watch how peter would open the container, only to witness his tough arms flex his hidden muscles from underneath his light dress shirt and a think vein popping up on the back of his forearm, running all the way up near his elbow. he grunted a bit as he popped the lid off the canteen and handed it to you with a grin. "darn, this thing's sealed on tightly... but that didn't stop me, as you can see." he said with a chuckle as you, all flustered, thanked him in a murmur and shakily took the canteen back from him–being unable to move on from how beautiful the veins and muscles on your friend's arm looked... that was all you could think about as you zoned off while eating, feeling your face get all heated at the thought of that vein popping up on the back of his forearm.
oh, to be in love with your nerdy, sweetheart of a friend's pretty arms and hands... this is a sign to keep sealing your canteen shut more often.
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imagine watching howl's moving castle with noir.
"a moving castle?" he'd ask himself with a head tilt as he'd adjust his glasses to see the title better. you nodded. "i promise you, it's an amazing film, peter." you'd beam. he'd shrug, and smile. "well, if you say so, love." he'd say as he sits back on the couch as you put the movie on. at first, peter believed this was another, probably childish and whimsical, children's movie that you somehow found nostalgic. he doubted that it was as amazing as you claimed it'd be, but he stood corrected. he was already in awe at the different kinds of colors there were on the screen--all kinds of blues, greens, reds, oranges, and yellows--they all blended beautifully and perfectly, in ways he had never thought would fit together.
he loved the witty dialogue from the characters, his most favorite character being calcifer. "poor little flame," he'd whisper as you two watched the scene where sophie was pressing the pan down on him to cook breakfast. he disliked howl at first, he seemed like quite the womanizer. "oh, if i were sophie's father, i'd never let her leave without me." he'd say as he'd lean forward in his trance as he watched. you giggled as you leaned against him on the couch, his arm wrapped around you as you rested your head against his shoulder. "and why not?" you asked with a smile. peter glanced at you and chuckled. "well... i'd never want my own daughter's heart to be eaten." he said as he adjusted his glasses again.
"you know he doesn't actually consume hearts, he just..." you trailed off as peter held you closer to him. "i know, i know; it's metaphorical. but no matter what..." he said as he placed his hand under your chin and slowly turned your head to look at him as the movie continued playing.
you looked so stunning all the time to peter, every little bit of you shone, literally and figuratively. but here, in the dimly lit living room you two shared--with you looking deep into his mesmerizing eyes--with the light of the film's ending playing out in the background as you two swam in the expanse of each other's eyes for a second or two, you looked breathtaking.
"now... it might just be a movie and all, but... i'd never let anyone eat your heart." he said with a slight chuckle as he took your hands in his, a blush coming on his face as the tips of his ears turned a bright red, along with the bright red and pink on his cheeks. "it sounds weird, i know, but i'd never live with myself if i knew someone else would be capable of stealing you away from me, much more a womanizer like that... howl pendragon. i know how you look at him." he teased as he nuzzled his nose into your cheek.
you chuckled. "he's a drawing, peter..." you responded. "yeah, but... i want to be the guy that makes you feel pretty even on a bad day, a guy who'd make you fall for him over and over and over again even if we've known each other from long ago. the guy who you'd... you know..." he said as he moved his face closer to yours. "...the kind you'd... wanna marry one day." he'd say as your eyelids fluttered, tickling his cheeks.
at that moment, you felt like you were sophie hatter; the humble love interest to the most perfect man in the world, peter parker, who was sort of like howl in the movie. he was witty, he was charming, he was emotional at times... and he loved the real, rawest version of you. even if you believed to yourself you were ugly, you were getting older, that nobody would look at you with such pure love that you didn't believe the world could ever give you--peter was always there to prove you wrong. he was there to prove you were perfect, stunning, and most of all: you were beautiful no matter how old you got, how bad your day was, or how tired you were. you were always, always beautiful to him, that much he knew, and that much would never change--ever.
"i love you, my dearest... you're so beautiful. you're too beautiful for my heart to handle, love..." he'd murmur as you planted a kiss on his soft lips that only wished to kiss and be kissed by your own. be it with lipstick or none, with tears coating them or dry and chapped, be it in the morning, noon, or night--your lips are the only ones he'll love kissing, over and over and over; even when an eternity would pass, he'd still remember and fall in love with the shape, the softness, and the loveliness of your lips--for they are the lips of the most beautiful person peter has ever met, and ever will meet.
"that's my girl." peter muttered as he pulled away, blushing fiercely after you kissed him. "you're red..." you pointed out as you pulled him in for another kiss, with him mumbling out some answer that was pretty much a compliment within a compliment for you. the movie had ended, but your night with peter had just begun.
a/n: gonna leave this here for y'all to be delulu about what you two do after <33
Hii! No need to rush but could you do a fic where the reader is also a spider-person and gets sucked into Miles’ dimension just like in itsv and noir and them get a long really well and end up being shipped by the rest? I think it’d be quite cute :D also sorry if this isn’t that elaborate ToT
hiya anon !! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯ dw about it !! i just hope you like this <:))
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well, this was certainly a conundrum. the flashing lights of brooklyn practically blinded you, coupled with the sudden sounds and buzzing from the people, establishments, and cars passing by. you were disoriented, your spider sense was out of whack for the time being, and you could only wonder, 'this isn't my city... where am i?'
you aimlessly wandered around the city, accidentally bumping into people here and there, almost getting run over when you missed the green pedestrian light, and bumping into a few too many streetlamps. you hated how familiar yet foreign this city felt to you; one minute, you minding your own business while swinging around your city, doing your rounds and all. but as you were swinging... you felt yourself gravitate to something. everything else around you--leaves, newspapers, plastic bags, even you yourself were getting drawn to this force.
it turned out to be a portal that opened up from somewhere else into your world; and try as you might to resist it and its pull, you were eventually sucked in and thrown into this city. "what i would give to... find someone who had the slightest clue about what the hell is--oomph!" you exclaimed as you felt a slight tingle crawl up through your shoulders, raise the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck, but the sudden collision between you and what felt like a tall man had interrupted that sense of yours from telling you what, or who, exactly was in front of you.
"oh, good heavens, you okay there?" asked a gentlemanly, kind of dapper-sounding voice. the man you bumped into held you up, with you eventually clinging on to him as you nearly fell over due to how disoriented you were from this new city's endlessly bright lights and loud noises. "i'm fine... sorry." you murmured as the man held you up and dusted you off a little. you got a better look of the guy and he tipped his fedora a little, and you noticed when you glanced at his attire from head to toe, you felt the tingle again through your bones this time--and you could tell he did, too.
"you're like me." you both announced in unison. you sighed in relief and felt yourself smile from underneath your mask. "yeah! yeah, i am, and you are! ok, um... do you have any clue where we are?" you asked him, hoping the monochrome man in the trench coat and fedora had any idea where you two were, but it seemed he was just as lost as you were. "i'm afraid i'm in the dark about this whole place too. i was kind of hoping someone would come along and show me around, but i guess the universe is too much of a joker to take peter parker seriously." he said with a slight chuckle as you sighed in disappointment, now.
"well... guess we're both lost, parker, was it?" you asked him with a raised eyebrow as he tipped his fedora again and nodded. "peter benjamin parker, please to meet ya." he said as he extended his gloved hand. you introduced yourself, and you noticed peter looking over your spider suit in awe. "you have such... a wonderful taste in fashion." he said with a smile underneath his mask. you smiled back, without even seeing his smile. "thanks, i've been told it's a little too colorful, though. i was considering toning it down, but i'm glad you like it." you replied. "ah, i've got the same problem, too. a lot of people have told me my getup is more like a mortician than it is a private investigator, let alone as a 'superhero'." he rambled a little as you listened to him.
"i guess we both have our problems with how people see us, then. but it's better than facing those problems alone, no?" you asked as you looked up at him. "certainly is." he responded. you two had agreed to swing over to the nearest rooftop and find answers from there, and all the while, you two talked on and on about each other's home universes and the lives you two lived there. "sounds cool, your universe, i mean. what if i brought you like, maybe, a glow in the dark ceiling decor?" you offered, to which peter almost lost his grip from his webbing. "you decorate ceilings? with... things that 'glow in the dark'? fascinating..." he said as he held on to his webbing tighter and his hat as the wind threatened to blow it away. "i'd love to have you over, though! maybe after this whole debacle, i can show you all the finest spots my home has to offer!" he said as you two swung around, and you found yourself agreeing to it already before even knowing him for an hour.
after the whole collider fight, you rushed up to peter and embraced him tightly. "i knew you could make it out, with a champ like you, of course you would!" he exclaimed happily as he held you tightly. "and so did you, big man." you said as you chuckled in excitement and happiness at your group's victory. you could feel everyone else's eyes on you two, and the best part was... they were waiting for this moment to happen ever since you two joined their ensemble.
"i told you they had something going on together." peni said with a smile as ham held her hand, blowing a comically loud and exaggerated sniffle into a cloth he summoned from his hammerspace. "they were always destined to be in love!" he exclaimed as he cried into the cloth. you looked up to see them all looking at you and peter, and you immediately took your hands off him, a little hastily and still smiling widely like a dork. "we're just really happy we won!" you tried clearing it up, but peter wouldn't let go of you and still hugged you tightly. "yeah, we won, now lemme hug 'em, yeah?" peter said as the others chuckled, with some crying out of happiness for you two.
you looked at peter, with peter looking back at you. you placed both of your hands on his cheeks and smiled. "can i... visit your world for a little bit, when we find a way to do that safely?" you asked him as he leaned a little closer toward you. "oh, darling... i'd let you be with me every time. i do wanna see your world, too--maybe the universe will finally come along for peter benjamin parker now and let us be happy at each other's sides--" "oooookay, that's enough people, move along, chop chop, let's go home." said peter b as he cut off your peter at the sight of how loving he was being to you. "quick word of advice, if you two get married, never invest in a spider-themed restaurant, they will hate you forever." he whispered to your peter, who took mental note of that.
"guess this is... goodbye." you told him as you held his hand, not wanting to let go. "no, doll... it's a see you soon, i promise." he said as he swiftly planted a soft kiss on your forehead as he let go of your hand and lifted his mask up to show you his face--his charming, sweet smile that promised to meet you again very soon.
