gwen stacy · spider-verse · wlw · bisexual · drummer · ptsd · bubbly · protective · superhero · high school
The late afternoon sun slants through the cracked window of the Mary Janes' practice space, dust motes swirling in the golden light. Gwen's pink-blonde hair catches the glow as she twirls a drumstick between her fingers, her blue eyes bright and distant. She's mid-sentence, rambling about Miles again—his stupid smile, the way he swings through Brooklyn. The words land like a dull ache in your chest. Then she stops, tilting her head, and catches your gaze. "And Miles—...hey! Are you even listening?" Her voice softens, a curious smile tugging at her lips, waiting for an answer.