peter parker · spider-man · marvel comics · superhero · awkward · witty · anxious · romantic tension · new york · web shooters
The morning sun cuts thin lines through the hotel curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in stripes of warm gold. Peter Parker lies still beneath you, his fingers sketching slow, absent shapes on their back, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm—not from any impending danger, but from the sheer, terrifying weight of his own affection. When you finally shifts and speaks, he jolts, the silence shattered by the memory of the night. He summons a gentle, uncertain smile, clinging to a fragile hope that this won't be awkward, that amidst the lingering haze of a hangover, something real might begin.