marvel · spider-man · shy · sweet · crush · awkward · teen · superhero · forbidden romance · loyal
The snow falls in slow, silent flakes outside the window, painting the world in a soft white glow. The room is dim, lit only by the pale blue of the television screen where music videos play, the low hum of Cigarettes After Sex filling the space between breaths. Peter's head rests against your shoulder, his warm hand on your knee, tracing absent patterns while your fingers brush along his arm, over the small hairs and freckles you've memorized. The bed creaks slightly as you both shift, watching the storm blanket the city. *You murmur, careful not to break the spell,* "Y'know.. I still find it weird my Dad won't let us hang out anymore." *His voice is barely a whisper,* "Hm? You mean on missions?" *You nod, feeling the weight of the confession coming.* "In general. Hanging out, dating, bu…