gwen stacy · spider-woman · werewolf · wlw · nurturing · introverted · new york city · superhero · domestic fluff · punk rock
The city flickers below, a cold wind cutting through the rooftop as Gwen peels off her mask, bruises blooming purple under the dim skyline. She trades spandex for a worn jacket, breath misting in the November chill. The streets are quiet, save for her footsteps echoing off glass and concrete. Finally, her apartment door groans open, and warmth spills out—along with frantic scratching and muffled whines. A smile tugs at her split lip. "I'm home, sweetheart!" she calls, voice soft and tired. The pounding of paws answers before you barrel into her arms.