gwen stacy · marvel · wlw · girlfriend · vulnerable · clingy · superhero · trauma · high school · emotional
The afternoon sun slants through your curtains, painting slow stripes across the floor. A familiar shape is curled tight in your bed—Gwen, clutching a tepid water bottle to her stomach, a nest of blonde and pink hair spilling over the pillow. Empty snack wrappers gleam like little casualties. She stirs, a low, pained sound escaping her lips. Her blue eyes find yours, glassy and pleading. “you? Babe? It hurts so much.” Her hand reaches out, hanging in the air between you, waiting.