(Contact) ☆ gwen stacy x fem!reader
tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, patching up trope, confessions and kisses…
a/n: i actually fell off cuz of school, the school work fights back. anyways i’m SO sorry for anyone who requested, but they’ll be done one day if you’re still interested in spiderverse by then… i made sure to cater to my girlies who like gwen so this one is extra long as a treat _(:3 」∠)_ (my bad for any mistakes this was written with my remaining strength)
The blaring of the sirens boomed throughout the crowded street, as people pushed past each other through the crowd to get to the scene.
As the police officers investigated the scene riddled with debris and leftover web-fluid, they scoffed at the work of the infamous Ghost-Spider, the hero responsible for the mess of the crime-scene. The dark indigo sky was illuminated by the blinding light of helicopters that had arrived to get their next headline.
As they flew above noisily, the hidden figure grinned to herself under her mask.
The villain hung above the street, pathetically struggling in defiance as it wriggled in the meticulously weaved webs. The officers peered up high above, staring down at the chaos that was once called a city. They sighed as they were left to deal with untangling and locking up New York’s newest villain of the week.
He’d caused a lot of destruction, which would take thousands of dollars to fix. It was evident by the collapsed buildings and the rubble that practically covered every square inch in sight. The vague smell of smoke filled the air.
The masked hero took a breath of relief, finally deciding her work was done, and allowing herself to slip away from the scene. Staggering into the alleyway and wincing as she practically dragged her body up the fire exits. Taking a few deep breaths to prepare herself for the journey home, her feet dangled off the edge of the building. She raised her sore arm, aiming for the edge of the building adjacent. A tired web connected to the rain gutter, squeaking under her weight as she hurled herself into the night sky.
Her dad would be coming home soon, exhausted and upset. Since Peter’s death, it’s been difficult to keep her identity from her dad. To be on such different sides, she felt like she was betraying her father by lying to his face. But at the same time, she knew she did nothing wrong.
She didn’t know it was Peter.
It didn’t matter now, there was no use in dwelling on something she couldn’t fix. She just wanted to head home after that draining fight, kick back, and relax. It wasn't always easy being a superhero, y’know?
It was so exhausting to just get up. Again and again, it was always the same. Get up after being thrown down, no matter what happened, that was what was expected of a superhero. Anyone would crack under the pressure.
Gwen almost passed her apartment window while being lost in thought, taking an abrupt turn to latch onto the wall with some focus. She crawled along the red brick, clothed by the shadows created by the dark sky. She stuck the tips of her fingers onto the glass, pulled up, and crawled inside. She took a momentary seat on the seat of her drumset, pulling down her mask to finally get a breath of fresh air.
She rests there for a few seconds before remembering the entire reason she was hurrying home. She needed to hide her suit before her dad arrived, she had no time to rest.
Gwen let out a wince as she put all of her weight back onto her aching feet. She stumbled to her bed before sitting down and grabbing a particular hoodie she liked. The hoodie engulfed her torso in it as she carefully put it on, blinding pain shooting through her side. She hissed, scrunching her nose at the feeling. Leaning over to her bed further, she grabbed a pair of sweatpants, slipping it on quickly as she suddenly heard the door knob from the living room.
Cursing under her breath, Gwen checked to make sure that her hoodie would hide the collar of her suit. She walked up to her vanity mirror, leaning on it to keep her up as she checked hastily for any damage. A busted lip and a scratch on her cheek. Ouch. Cursing once more to herself, she pushed her hair forward to cover the scratch on her cheek, grabbing her phone to not look suspicious.
Loud and booming footsteps of someone approaching her door was heard as Gwen steadied her breathing. She nonchalantly peered down at her phone, opening it up and staring at the home screen. Her dad knocked on her door frame, slowly pushing past as the door creaked. Gwen hit the off button on the side, placing it down on her vanity to look up at her Dad.
“Oh, hey dad.” She said, continuing to lean against the piece of furniture for support .
He looked tired. His shoulders were stiff and his voice was devoid of energy.
“Hey kid. Sorry I’m late, did you get something to eat?”
Gwen cleared her throat before nodding. She didn’t, but it’s not like she had time to. There was too much to do today, she just didn’t have time between balancing her normal life and her heroic title.
Fidgeting with a lock of her hair, Gwen straightened her back out and tried her best to walk like she wasn’t experiencing the most harsh and the worst pain of her life. She walked over to sit down on her bed carefully, cautious to conceal the cut on her cheek.
Gwen’s gaze wandered up to meet her Dads’ in the eyes when he didn’t say anything else. Her Dad looked like he saw through everything, like he longed to say more, call her out, but he didn’t. That’s just what their relationship had been since Peter’s passing. Just silence, or casualties, and the two of them never really getting to say what they truly wanted to.
Gwen gives him a slight smile. “Well, I think I’m just gonna go to bed.” She looks back down at the ground.
She feels her Dad hesitate, before giving up and nodding. He sighs tiredly, “Right.”
He cleared his throat, stuffing one of his hands into the pocket of his jacket, and turning to walk away. He stops in his tracks, looking over his shoulder, and speaking with affection.
Gwen shifts her gaze up to meet his eyes and nods.
The door clicks shut and Gwen is left in her dark room. The only thing illuminating her space was the city lights from the window and the small lamp on her dresser. She sighed, holding her head in her hands. Gwen felt the cut on her cheek tingle with pain, deciding that it was about time to disinfect it. She didn’t want to risk the infection, especially if it would end her up in the hospital. That would cause scene with her Dad.
Gwen sucked in her breath as she got off of her bed to crouch down, reaching for the first aid kit. She stood up, all sorts of joints cracking as she straightened herself out. It hurt to take her hoodie off, her muscles screamed for rest as she cussed under her breath at the effort that took.
She held the piece of clothing in her hand for a moment, gazing down at it with silence. The fabric only reminded her of September. When was the last time she’d seen you? It was her favorite thing to wear when it was cold, yet it had been a couple of weeks since she’d even held the thing. Things had been a bit busy lately, hadn’t they?
Her heart laid heavy in her chest.
She shook it off, peeling back the arms of her suit. Her skin was slightly damp with sweat as she slipped the suit down to reveal her torso. Lo and behold, the reason for her aching muscles and sore body. Instantly she flinched at the sight of it, even in the dark lighting, she could tell it was worse than all of her prior injuries.
A menagerie of dark purple bruising with dull. And by the look of it, it was clearly going to hurt even more tomorrow. She’d been throw into concrete buildings, pushed, punched, and even slipped from her own fatigue nearing the end of the fight. How could she have been so reckless? The adrenaline must’ve done most of the work in dulling her pain at the time, but if she knew that she was being messed up this bad underneath, she would’ve stopped trying to do risky moves.
Luckily, there wasn’t much bleeding, that would have been way worse. Sighing in exhaustion, Gwen grabbed some pain medication she had on her nightstand. Sleeping would be like hell tonight, she wanted to cry at the thought. The frustration of going through this situation again and again, all without any help or even a thank you from the very same people she was saving.
Alone. Gwen felt alone, something she was kind of getting used to since picking up the mask.
Tearing up, she bit her lip to quiet down the frustration she felt. Letting her hand fall down to her side. She didn’t want to deal with this, the hurting, being alone at school, being alone at home. She hated all of it. Usually this job was never that bad, she just had to look at the positive side. She got to swing around, save people, make the city she lived a little safer for everyone. But the physical and mental pain she felt on a daily basis made it hard to not get sad or frustrated.
At the end of her bed, a buzz was heard, followed by the room lighting up from her phone screen. Puffy eyes diverting to behind her, she reached towards it, reading the notification badge to see who it was from.
She curiously stared down at the phone held in her hand, wondering if she wanted to reply right now or not. Hesitantly, she opened the message, to be greeted with a warm text.
“Sardine says hi!” Followed by an attached photo of you, seated at your desk and smiling at the small gray cat seated at your lap. Sardine, the little stray Gwen had rescued from a tree three months ago. She couldn’t keep it, so when you’d heard of her situation, you offered to take it in right away.
Gwen slightly smiled to herself at the photo, acknowledging that you were reaching out to her. Was it weird that you were in the first place?
No. Not at all really. You two were past the title of acquaintances. You considered Gwen a close friend, but did she for you? Originally, she’d met you through Betty. She hadn’t seen you since the last rehearsal.
And aside from group hangouts or song rehearsals, you two hadn’t really spoken. That was until a month ago, when you’d caught Gwen at an oh so terrible time. She’d slipped into her costume last minute long after rehearsal to stop a robbery three blocks away, and you’d forgotten your phone in the building. Mask held tightly in her hand, Gwen stood like a deer in headlights at the sight of you.
Getting over the initial shock, you promised to keep her secret hidden, telling her countless times you wouldn’t expose her. She’d glanced at you one last time with regret before swinging to higher buildings. The fact that Gwen Stacy, from your friends band, was the Ghost-Spider. Maybe it made you want to get to know her more just a little bit.
You leaned back in your chair, grinning at the photo you’d sent Gwen. It took a lot of thinking to text her. Two weeks ago, Gwen had an outburst during rehearsal. From the other girls perspective’s anyway.
But you, knowing that she was quite literally a superhero, figured stress had likely got to her. Gwen had walked out, you looked towards the other girls, and nobody was following her.
You excused yourself, standing up from the floor and flinging your bag over your shoulder. The door slammed behind you as you jogged to catch up to Gwen.
She’d said some hurtful things that day. You couldn’t deny that. But who were you to judge? All you could sense was her frustration and pent up emotions.
So Gwen left. And you figured she didn’t want to be followed.
Days and days went by. Even in school you never saw Gwen. A week’s notice until she finally returned to her classes. You’d pass her in the halls, trying to catch her and strike up a conversation.
But her dismissal and avoidance—well it didn’t keep you too eager to keep trying. It hurts, It hurts to go a long amount of time without seeing a person you’d spent almost everyday with. You really, really wanted to talk to her again.
So, one weekend, you’d mustered up the courage to speak to her again.
Your eyes shot down to the message on your phone.
“Give her a kiss for me.”
Your eyes widened at the quick response as you panickedly hurried to hit the letters on your screen.
You stared curiously as you saw her typing appear and disappear over and over.
You sat up right away. She wanted to hang out? At midnight, it was weird. Really weird, and really risky. Eyeing your door, you stand up quietly and crank your door open to carefully catch anyone up. Your family was fast asleep. Would they really mind if you snuck a girl in?
“Sure, just go through the window… the family's asleep.”
Gwen gave her phone one last glance, solidifying the fact that she’d asked that stupid question. To her surprise, you’d actually said yes. It’d been a while since her argument with you, and she didn’t know if it was really appropriate to visit you on such short notice. She didn’t want to bother you. But also, if she stayed in her room for any longer, stuck and surrounded by bad memories—she would go insane.
She whispered to herself out loud as she pulled her suit back on, flinching at the aching sensation that riddled her torso. Ignoring the soft hum and voice coming from the TV in the other room, Gwen peeked outside her door to confirm that her Dad had fallen asleep.
He was passed out on the couch, most likely from exhaustion. Gwen muttered an apology and shut her door, pulling her hood up and taking a deep breath as she pushed past her initial pain.
She shut the window behind her as she threw on her mask and web shooters.
You had a lot to do before Gwen arrived.
As of late, you’d let yourself go a little. With exam season just around the corner, it was easy to ignore and put aside the clutter on your desk and the pile of clothes on the floor. You checked the time panickedly as you finished stuffing the last handful of clothes into your closet. Quietly, you ran back and forth around your house, prepping some popcorn and heating up leftovers.
This was basically a sleepover, at least you assumed it was. What else would the two of you really do anyways?
Having finished your horrible last minute clean, your room looked well and presentable to your standards. Now it was just time to wait. Grabbing at your phone, you plopped onto your bed and laid on your stomach, deciding to mindlessly scroll through social media.
To your surprise, another incident with an escapee villain had occurred a while ago. Figures. You wondered if one of these days, you’d ever have to come in contact with any of those crazed lunatics.
It scared you. Your friends, your family, nobody was really safe.
Your mind flashed to Gwen, the familiar persona coming up on your screen as you watched the little snippet of an action-packed fight between Ghost-Spider and the brute guy who’d managed to cause so much damage in that neighborhood. The video was taken pretty awfully, with the screen panning to the streets, trying to focus and zoom in on the white-suited figure who projected herself flawlessly and rather gracefully in the fight.
You stared in awe. She looked unbelievable in action.
The little sequence of taps at the glass behind you made you jump out of your skin. You yelped, nearly dropping your phone out of your hands. Embarrassed, you sat up and turned around, catching the familiar mask off of the screen you’d just been so entranced in.
Gwen seemed to chuckle across the glass, although her voice was muffled. She seemed to flinch at the act, hunching over and steadying herself on your window. This worried you a lot, did she hurt herself?
You quickly put your phone down and ran up to your window, rushing to unlock it and crank it open. It was hard to see through the dark sky, but from the dim ambient lights coming from your room, your eyes caught the flash of red stain on her suit.
A nervous knot twisted in your stomach as you gently grabbed onto her shoulder. She hunched over momentarily, regaining her senses as she held onto your shoulder.
“Hey. You- you stalkin’ me?” She remarked, grin under her mask. Gwen stood back up as she successfully, and painfully, slung her legs over your window sill. Expecting a snarky remark back, Gwen’s breath hitched as she saw your expression.
Absolute fear and sadness painted your face.
Gwen’s humorous approach died in her throat instantly. She stood up a little straighter, her figure nearly leaning against yours. All the wrong signals went off in her brain. You opened your mouth to speak, unable to overcome the lump in your throat. Gwen’s eyes grew wide at you, unsure of how to comfort you in a moment like this.
Clenching your eyes, you took a deep breath, and moved to her side, slinging an arm over your shoulder. You were just talking to her fifteen minutes ago. And she wasn’t okay then. Feeling Gwen lean her weight into your body, you settled her carefully onto your bed, watching as she hissed and clutched her side.
A sense of hurt wavered through your body as you gazed at Gwen in her seated and hunched over position.
It was clear that she was in some level of pain you couldn’t possibly fathom, and yet she was trying to play it off, grinning at you through her gritted teeth. You mumbled a small ‘be back’ and left quickly, closing the door behind you.
Walking into your bathroom and opening the medicine cabinet to grab the first aid kit, you steadied yourself and took a deep breath. You’d never seen that much blood on her before. How was it that your friend was the violently injured one, and yet you were the one comforting yourself? You stood there for a few minutes.
Gwen perked up quickly from spacing out when you quietly pushed through the door. Gently closing the door behind you, Gwen eyed the first aid kit. This part would hurt and she knew it. Now it was your turn to ease the mood, especially after that short intermission.
“Scared? You know this isn’t that bad compared to how you left the other guy.” You chided, half-smiling at her.
“Hah, I guess you’re right.”
Gwen didn’t express it that much, but you knew she felt bashful about that. Reaching up to her face, she grasped her mask off, and held it tightly in her hand. You thought over what to do next.
Gwen turned to you and eyed you up and down teasingly.
“What, you wanna undress me?”
“Oh my god.” You grabbed and chucked the nearest t-shirt off of your chair at her face, finding the comment uncalled for compared to the severity of the situation. Gwen laughed hard at your response as she grabbed the shirt, only forcing her amusement to die down at her wound. You grumbled and scrounged your closet for a pair of pajama pants.
She grinned at you through a pained expression.
“I can do this much on my own, thanks.”
You nodded quietly. Turning around and standing rather stiffly for your liking. The decorations on your wall and desk seemed very striking as you waited for confirmation that she was done changing. With a few curses behind you, Gwen finished changing into her new outfit.
“Yeah, thanks for the privacy.”
“No problem.” You cleared your throat.
With a normal outfit on, it’d be much easier to access her injuries. You approached Gwen and kneeled down, grabbing the kit from your bed covers and taking out icy-hot and some bandages. The girl above you watched carefully as you got out the supplies.
You shifted your gaze up and shot her a look.
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
Understanding the severity of her injuries, she clenched her eyes and partially lifted up her baggy t-shirt. You winced at an array of deep, dark purple bruises, they were splattered all around her torso. The marks looked like they hurt, but they didn’t look like they were swelling. Gwen can only thank herself that she wouldn’t need to go and see the doctor for a broken blood vessel.
“Listen, do we really have to do this? Cause, I can really just slap a bandaid on this and sleep the pain off you know…!”
You squinted at her, “Gwen.”
“What? Is that so unreasonable?”
“I’ll be careful, don’t worry.”
Gwen frowned at you, she was most likely arguing with herself as she carefully composed herself. Gazing at you through the blonde and pink hair that had grown down longer since the last time you’d seen her, she nodded.
“But you might want to bite down on something since my family is asleep.”
You grabbed the icy-hot, putting some on your hands and rubbing it around in your palms. You felt Gwen’s eyes on you as you carefully applied it onto her torso. Continuing to hold her shirt up, she grabbed her mask and clamped down, a shiver running down her back as she gently held your wrist at the pain.
Anticipating eyes looked down on you as you lightly massaged the gel into her skin. You wanted to be careful and you didn’t want to hurt her, but you accidently took a sharp movement, jabbing a finger into a bruise. She gripped the covers below her, flinching at the harsh sensation at her skin. Gwen hissed into the mask, and you profusely apologized under your breath. You moved hastily to try and finish before you could mess up like that again.
“I’m almost done, just hold on.”
Gwen nodded from what you could tell. You didn’t really want to see her pained expression at the moment. Not to mention swallowing down the deep fear you’d felt at her entrance. Suddenly her shared secret identity didn’t feel like such a positive or cool thing between the two of you.
But her fight today did bring her to you.
“What happened to you’d be careful?” She quietly quipped.
Putting the cap back on the tube, you grabbed a bundle of bandages, extending it out as you held it up to Gwen’s pale skin. You wrapped your arms around her torso, traveling the bandages over her wound slowly.
“Sorry… Is it, is it too tight?” You muttered.
She stiffened at your arms around you, stumbling over her words.
“Uh, too tight, not- no. Not too tight.”
“Good…” The bandages were secure as you tucked it in. Gwen wavered above you, dropping her shirt down.
Finally, you pulled your hand away from the bruises, “Does it still hurt too bad? You should’ve come over quicker. And why didn’t you patch this up sooner?” Gwen looked down at you through her hair, with a bit of curiosity. She stared at you as you rambled, not having the chance to speak through your words.
“You know how bad these bad bruises can be…? And it’s not like you can go to the hospital, especially with your dad,” that lump formed in your throat again as your brain raced faster than you could express, “and, and, god. What if this ended up worse? One bursted blood vessel and you-!”
You blinked the water out of your eyes, shakily breathing as Gwen reached out and took your hand holding the rag. She panicked at you. You covered your face with your other hand, embarrassed at the fact that you were actually crying in front of your crush. You felt your face heat up as hot tears welled in your eyes.
“Come on, what’s wrong? You hate seeing me again that much?” She blurted out, a weak attempt to reassure you.
You inhaled sharply, “I can’t believe that, that the first time you talk to me in months, you show up like… like this.”
She gazed at you softly as you spoke. She’d never seen you like this.
“Well, better now then ever? I, I really wanted to be lectured by you again I guess. You keep me in line after all.” She said quietly, moving her hand down from your wrist to your hand.
You let out a half-hearted laugh, aimlessly wiping at your face. Her cold skin against your hand comforted you, even though you probably should’ve been comforting her. Gwen always had an awkward air to her when it came to sensitive subjects like these, until her bottled emotions blew up. She paid all of her attention to you as you stood up and sat down next to her, the weight shifting the bed below you two.
Gwen stood still as she felt your arms tightly link over her shoulders, her arm hesitantly snaking over your back. You held her in relief.
“I’m glad you’re okay. Sorry for freaking out on you like that.”
“No, don’t be sorry. I’m sorry for making you worry like that. I’ll be more careful next time, promise.”
Gwen knew her survival was never guaranteed. And you knew it too.
“So…” She muttered, leaning back against your bedroom wall, crossing her legs on your covers. You grabbed your nearest stuffed animal, hugging it close to your chest as you sat next to Gwen. It was hard to see through the room, but your little night light offered some, just enough to barely sense what was in front of you.
“Your room is different.”
“Oh, yeah it is, I guess.” You sniffled.
Gwen glanced at your face next to her as you mindlessly played with your hair in the dark.
The earlier conversation you’d shared with Gwen over the phone made you perk up, something to fill the silence. You never wanted to cry like that in front of her again, you felt embarrassed. “I have to show you Sardine later! Remind me.”
Gwen’s lip twitched into a small smile. “You think she’s forgotten me by now…?
“I highly doubt it. She always liked you the most out of the girls. Probably because you have that,” you gestured with your hands towards her, motioning to all of her, “awkward charm.”
Gwen stayed silent at your remark. The joke did not land, did it?
She spoke quietly next to you.
“You think I have charm?”
“You’re definitely missing my point there.” You flushed, redirecting your eyes down to your wrists, messing with your bracelets.
You held the stuffed animal under your arms as you pushed your knees up to yourself a little closer. It was a little cold in the room. Your eyes flashed to the clock sitting on your bed stand. It was past midnight by now, but you didn’t feel tired in the slightest. You wanted to talk to Gwen more. Hear her a little longer.
Gwen sat nervously beside you. Subconsciously stiffening up her shoulders as the words laid on her tongue. Her eyes darted to and away from your face as she spoke into the room. She faltered.
“Do you think, well. Do you think it’d be alright if… if we went back to being friends?” Gwen barely whispered, her words dying down in her throat.
Gwen waited painfully for your response.
“I didn’t think we ever stopped being friends.”
You waited for her response. For her remarks, or thoughts of rejection, but they never came. The two of you just sat in silence, letting the sound of the wind and the distance chatter of the city fill your room.
You looked over at her, noticing her head had turned away from you. You frowned, until your eyes panned down to your hand. Her skin gently brushes against yours as an invitation for contact. You interlock your fingers over hers, hiding behind your stuffed animal to conceal your tinted face.
“I missed being with you.” She whispered.
Your heart raced, and all efforts to deep breathily were useless as your brain could only focus on the way her cold fingers fit against yours perfectly and delicately.
“Or maybe you just missed my complex and intricate character? I made an amazing girl in the chair after all.” You blurted, brushing off the fact that you were so nervous it felt like your heart was gonna beat out of your chest.
Gwen smiled and laughed softly. “I don’t think you ever focused on the missions at all.”
You scoffed at her truthful complaint, jokingly taking offense as you took your hand out of hers, crossing your arms.
The two of you stared at each other, focusing the best you could on each other's faces. Gwen was smiling.
“Okay, well maybe I just liked calling you.”
There it was again. That small flash of discomfort. You uncrossed your arms and turned to face her fully as you readjusted your body. She inhaled sharply, maybe at her bruises touching something.
“I’m not sure why you did.” She said.
That made your face sour. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Gwen mustered up the courage to address the situation you were working so hard to ignore. She tried her best to look at you, but eye contact was hard at the moment. Your face always appeared in her head when she’d lay at night regretting everything. She ran her fingers through her hair. “I was so, so irritated then. I always acted rude towards you.”
She looked frustrated, her brows knit tightly as her piercing glinted from the little light.
You felt every repressed emotion come back up, just for a moment. You were truthful then, and you would be now. “Well yeah, it did hurt a little, but that wasn’t enough for me to just push you away. I know you needed someone to keep reaching out.”
Gwen covered her stomach with her arms as she closed off from you. “I didn’t. I, I don’t.”
You stared at her back turned towards you.
She exhaled. “I don’t need your pity.”
You cut her off. “It’s not pity. You should know that.”
She turned towards you. “What else would it be? I don’t understand you.”
“You are so oblivious Gwen.” You gritted through your teeth. Your head spun.
“Oblivious? To what?” She blurted, irritation prominate in her voice. Gwen felt distant from you at the moment.
You looked at her with pure guilt and shame. Your anger died down in your head. “Don’t make me say it.”
“Say what?” She eyed you carefully, feeling the severity of your words.
The two of you sat in what felt like eternity as you contemplated killing off the question. You’d gone over this moment in your head over and over before. You’d dreamt of the two of you sharing mutual feelings for the longest time. You’d dreamt of her.
Gwen’s eyes rapidly scanned your face as the anticipation rattled her brain with thoughts.
“That, that I like you…” You whispered, voice shaky.
She sat up fully to face you. Her face was tense and confused. “What…?”
“I thought I’d made it obvious before, but.”
“Yeah, it was, I don’t know. It was stupid.” You hugged your knees closer to your torso, wanting to leave this moment as your stomach dropped at her reaction. It was obvious she was never interested in you, and you felt like an idiot for wishing it was true anyways.
Gwen felt like she was going to explode. Your words replayed in her head over and over as she tried to get a grasp on herself. You liked her. Romantically. She had a lot of questions running through her head. Like when did it start, or how long you kept it hidden. But most of all, why her? To Gwen, you were levels above her. She couldn’t believe you. Gwen always avoided becoming too emotionally invested in people. She’d slipped up when it came to you.
You groaned into your hands as you felt her eyes on you. Wanting to apologize, you peeked out from your defensive position, words faltering as you saw Gwen next to you. She messed with her fingers as her body didn’t turn away from you at all. She wasn’t rejecting you.
“You didn’t let me answer.” She spoke out, flustered.
Instead, she was closing the distance between the two of you, physically and emotionally.
“I don’t know if I want to hear it.” You mindlessly spoke back.
Her hand grasped at your sleeve to signal for you to move. You understood as you let your legs fall from your chest, twisting your torso to let the girl above you gravitate towards you nervously. Her arm landed on the covers next to you to hold herself up as she gently caressed your side, lazily grabbing you. You were a stuttering mess as you felt her grasp on your waist.
Gwen couldn’t think clearly as she scanned over your face. She didn’t want to mess this up. You were just as nervous, but you understood her well. Ignoring the way your chest pounded, you cupped her face. Her skin felt warm against your hand.
The air between the two of you felt heavy as you both wavered, just looking at each other the best you could in the dark. You felt timid as Gwen anxiously connected with your lips. She was so soft and sincere towards you, it drove you insane. Her hair tickled your skin as she pulled back.
“Is this- is this okay?” She spoke barely above a whisper.
Your voice cracked as you tried to breathe against your racing heart, “yes.”
Gwen bit her lip to stifle her smile. She was somehow pulling off a very calm and collected facade at the fact that she got to kiss you. You, on the other hand, exuded your bliss through a smile that couldn’t quite come off. You run your thumb against her cheek as the words come to you quickly.
“So does this mean you’ll get to kiss me upside down?”
She flushed at your choice of words, glaring at you, “I’m a crime fighting superhero with spider powers and that’s all you want to do with me?”
You let out an embarrassed laugh, “Maybe.”
She stared at you momentarily before chuckling, her erupting laugh filling you with pride. You always found her laugh to be cute, and the fact that you were hearing it again after your separation made you laugh along with her.
“I can’t believe you.” Gwen muttered, recovering from her amusement.
“Whatever.” You jokingly rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck as you placed a chaste kiss onto the corner of her lips.
Gwen lazily reached out for your hand and shyly held her skin against yours, relishing the way your heartbeat travelled through your fingertips to hers. Her skin buzzed as your simple gaze made her lips curl into a much needed smile.
Gwen smiled into your skin as the two of you shared each other's company for the rest of the night, stealing nervous giddy glances as you both caught up. And for the record you did convince her to give you that upside down kiss later, with a little defiance though since Gwen was embarrassed at your excitement.
a/n: that ending is a little transition back into my requests… next fic for gwen hehe