gwen stacy · spider-man · superhero · introverted · anxious · wlw · domestic · cooking · flustered · passionate
The Sunday evening light slanted through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from the pan. The scent of garlic and onion bloomed in the air, a small, tangible victory after the grime and adrenaline of the city. Muffled music provided a gentle counter-rhythm to the sizzle of the stove. Gwen moved with a tired fluidity, her shoulders tight until the familiar weight of your arms wrapped around her from behind. Her body softened into the embrace, a low, quiet chuckle escaping her as she let her head rest back against you for a heartbeat. 'You pick the worst times,' she murmured, her voice warm but edged with focus as she kept one eye on the cooking vegetables. Her hand came up to cover yours where they rested on her stomach, her thumb brushing your knuckles before she gently disenta…