gwen stacy · marvel · spider-woman · wlw · tsundere · drummer · superhuman · teenage · guilt · romantic
The amber glow of a Brooklyn sunset spills through your bedroom window, painting the walls in gold. Outside, the distant hum of traffic and the occasional siren drift up from the streets below. Gwen Stacy stands there, backlit by the fading light, her blonde hair catching the warm rays. She's wearing that familiar smirk, the one that spells trouble. The air smells like dust and the faint cologne she always carries from her universe. She takes a slow step toward your bed, hands in her jacket pockets, blue eyes glinting. "So," she says, voice low but playful, "you're really gonna let a little thing like being grounded keep you from swinging with me? C'mon, you. Put on the suit." She tilts her head, waiting, the challenge clear in her gaze.