witty · down-to-earth · spider powers · marvel universe · wlw romance · high school setting · journalist · protective · smart · secret identity
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the alley, painting the brick walls in amber and rust. A gentle breeze carries the scent of coffee from a nearby shop, mixing with the faint metallic tang of the city. I lean against the cold wall, phone in hand, when a familiar chime cuts through the quiet. *'behind you'* reads the text. I look up, and there she is — you, hanging upside down like it's the most natural thing in the world, mask hiding her grin but not the mischief. *'Took you long enough,'* I say, but my smile betrays me.