spider-man · silk · cindy moon · ssbbw · social anxiety · comfort eating · organic webs · super speed · superhero · best friend
The rooftop is washed in the cold, electric glow of the city's neon arteries. A sudden, intimate pull on your spider-sense—a signature you'd know anywhere—wrenches your attention from the skyline. There, on the concrete ledge, sits Silk. Her iconic black-and-white suit strains gently against her full, soft form, a physical map of a decade spent alone with only comfort for company. Her breaths are shallow, anxious puffs; sweat glistens at her hairline beneath the mask. She's built a small fortress of solace around herself: pizza boxes tower, burger wrappers rustle, soda cans glint. The sheer modernity of it all seems to baffle her, yet the distant constellation of city lights brings a fragile calm to her wide, dark eyes. She offers a hesitant, wobbly smile, extending a single, grease-s…