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sorry for answering two days late, nonnie! but you’re SO right for that.

similar to steve in winter soldier, i like to picture that noir would love to learn about pop culture/history/you name it post 1930s. he’d discover johnny cash and would learn his whole discography by heart. not to mention that noir most definitely has the most beautiful singing voice— are you kidding me????! i don’t know much about johnny cash, but are you telling me noir wouldn’t constantly be humming ring of fire? or that he wouldn’t relate to hurt? his new idol fr.

aghhh, i’m glad you enjoyed it! you’re too kind 🥺💕 i should be thanking you instead because i wasn’t gonna write anything for across the spiderverse at first, but i saw your ask and i felt bad about turning you down and disappearing without one last story.

i mean, who knows?? i’m honestly still in denial and don’t want to let go of my spidey writing days. i had some ideas and i was hoping that once atsv came out, i’d feel motivated to write them again, but i’m sadly still interested in other fandoms :’) maybe after i watch the movie a second time?? miguel do be hitting differently, lmaooo

hello, love! not sure which post you're talking about, but the last time i posted a story was in 2020, so it's surely been a while, lmao. to be honest with you all, my days of writing for marvel are coming to an end, but when i saw this ask, i thought i'd post something in honor of the sequel of the movie that started it all, since this blog will forever mean a lot to me. thank you for this request, i hope it's enough <3

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Peter watches you now, as you wash the dishes and pass them to him to dry, lather covering your hands and forearms. You nearly drop and break a ceramic plate in the sink, and your humming to a song stuck in your head is replaced by small giggles.

He worries you’ll never know how much he truly loves you.

He knows you understand how tough it can be for him sometimes to be as open and vulnerable. Tribulations and heartache forged his heart, painted his soul a deep blue— like fierce, destructive ocean waves during a violent storm. You’ve reassured him countless times, yet after everything he’s seen, his brain struggles to accept there can exist someone so gentle, so angelic. As war and bloodshed explode around him, you’re like a flower blooming in between the broken concrete—  beauty amidst the foulness.

You wash the soap off your skin, and when you close the faucet, Peter immediately reaches for your wet hands and gently dries them with the kitchen towel. You chuckle. “You’re supposed to dry the dishes— not my hands.”

At the sight of your grin that reaches your eyes, he smiles. So many words, so many languages, so many smiles, and touches of lips, yet neither could ever fully convey this glow in his chest. So many universes, worlds, and people that have entered his life and that he will happen upon, yet he’ll always choose to be here with you. 

He calls your name. It’s an incantation that illuminates his chest and seeps into his surroundings, painting over the blue with glimmering gold. It helps him believe he won’t forever be damaged. No, he can also be the sunlight filtering through the heavy clouds and smoke, caressing the flower. 

Instead of the towel, Peter’s hands now brush against your skin, fingers trailing down your forearms, wrists, and knuckles until he places his palms flat against yours. He reaches down and plants a tender kiss on your forehead, lips lingering for a while. When he pulls away from you, heart racing, he prays you understand.

Your eyes soften, your fingers interlocking with his. 

hi, nonnie! i’m holding on, but thank you for asking, you’re a cutie 🥺 <3 how are you??

i know i said i was gonna post a new story and then disappeared— very sorry about that! my mental health and writer’s block have NOT been cooperating at all.