𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊
Gwen Stacy x Reader | One-Shot | Comfort, Angst, Fluff | Teen Romance
[Reader’s POV]
The sound of rain hitting the window was one of your favorite things in the world. You always said it made the world feel softer, like the sky was tucking the city in for the night.
You had your head resting on Gwen’s shoulder, a blanket thrown over both your laps, the smell of buttery popcorn lingering between you as some old black-and-white movie played in the background. It didn’t matter what it was. You were barely watching it. Your focus was on the way Gwen’s fingers absentmindedly traced shapes over the back of your hand.
“I like nights like this,” you murmured, shifting slightly to rest more of your weight against her. “Stormy, quiet, no one around. Just us.”
She hummed, a small smile playing on her lips. “You and your moody weather obsessions.”
You nudged her playfully. “It’s not moody. It’s… romantic.”
“Romantic?” she echoed, eyebrow raised.
Thunder rumbled overhead, low and distant.
“Exactly.” You grinned. “That’s nature’s background music.”
She chuckled, leaning her head against yours. “You’re lucky I like weirdos.”
“And you’re lucky I like spiders.”
She laughed out loud at that one, leaning over to grab a piece of popcorn from the bowl. But just as she popped it in her mouth, her wristwatch-radio buzzed with static and then—
“Unit 6, masked suspect in pursuit—downtown. All units respond. Immediate backup requested.”
The warmth drained from the moment like someone had opened a window to winter.
You felt her tense beside you. You didn’t say anything — didn’t have to. You just watched as she pulled back the blanket, reached for her mask, and stood up in one fluid, practiced motion.
“I have to go,” she said, apologetic. Already halfway across the room.
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. This wasn’t new. “It’s okay.”
She paused, looked back at you — rain flickering against the window behind her, streaks of light reflecting in her eyes. “I’ll come back, soon.”
“I know. Go save the day, Spider-Woman.”
Her eyes softened. She grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently.
“I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”
You gave her a small smile. “I’ll keep the popcorn warm.”
She kissed your cheek, gave you a thumbs up, and pulled her mask down over her face. She then slipped out the window into the storm and vanished with a quick thwip! and a gust of wind.
And you were alone.
But it was okay. Storms didn’t bother you.
You liked the rain.
You liked the thunder.
You just didn’t like what came next.
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[Gwen’s POV]
She was getting better at this. Faster.
The guy she was chasing had a shock baton and zero common sense, making wild swings in a soaking alley as he tried to outrun her.
She landed on a fire escape, webbed his feet mid-sprint, and watched him slam face-first into a recycling bin with a satisfying clang.
“Don’t litter,” she muttered, already swinging off.
She checked the time on her watch. Maybe 25 minutes had passed? Not bad. She could still make it back before you gave up on her popcorn promise.
But then the sky flashed — hard. A second later, a boom like an explosion rolled across the city.
And every light below her flickered.
Then vanished.
Street by street. Building by building.
The whole city just blacked out.
Her stomach dropped.
Her first thought, “Great! the grid’s fried..."
Her second thought?
You.
Not because she knew anything was wrong.
But because she’d made you a promise.
“I’ll come back.”
And if she was anything, she was a girl of her word. Well, she tries to be.
She's definitely a girl of her word when it comes to you though. No doubt.
She turned hard in midair and booked it for your neighborhood, wind tearing at her hood, rain like ice on her skin, her heart suddenly pounding faster than it had during the fight.
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[Reader’s POV]
The storm hit harder than you’d expected.
One moment, you were curled up in your bed scrolling mindlessly on your phone, and the next — CRACK — thunder exploded like a bomb overhead. A split-second later, everything you could think of went black. Lights, Wi-Fi, even your phone.
The silence was thick and loud all at once, broken only by the rain hammering against your window and the wind whining through the gaps in the frame. You froze.
Your chest tightened.
You weren’t good with darkness. Not like this. Not alone.
The moment the power went out, your entire relationship with storms changed.
It wasn’t the thunder. It wasn’t the lightning. It wasn’t the way the wind shook the walls.
It was the dark.
Thick. Heavy. Smothering.
The TV died first. Then the soft lamp by your bed. Then the distant glow of city lights through the windows.
All gone.
You were plunged into complete blackness.
Your breath hitched.
You told yourself it was fine. You tried to find your flashlight, but even your phone was at 3%, and you didn’t want to waste it.
So you sat. Frozen. Wrapped in the blanket like a shield. Listening to the storm beat on the house. You grabbed your pillow, squeezing it tightly, trying to remind yourself that this was fine. Just a power outage. Just noise. Just… the sound of the whole house creaking like it was alive.
Your breathing grew uneven.
“Okay, it’s fine, it’s fine, you’re fine—” you whispered to yourself. “Don’t freak out. Don’t—”
The dark made everything sound closer. Every creak. Every echo.
It felt like something was in the room with you. And your mind, traitor that it was, started imagining all the worst-case scenarios.
“She said she’d be back… she said she’d be back…”
And you were shaking.
Hands, knees, teeth. Everything
You whispered, like it would summon her faster: “Please...come back..."
"You said you’d come back…”
—
You didn’t blame Gwen. Not really. You knew what she was. You loved what she was. But you just wished — God, you wished — that she could be here right now.
The storm outside cracked again, and the window rattled violently in its frame. You let out a choked sob and covered your ears.
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[Gwen’s POV]
She landed on your fire escape with a wet thud, nearly slipping in her rush to get to your window.
Her fingers scrambled with the lock. Her heart was pounding like it wanted to burst through her ribs.
She didn’t know why. She just knew she needed to get to you.
When she finally slid the window open and slipped in—
Her heart broke a little.
You were curled up on the bed, completely still, blanket clutched like armor, your eyes wide and unfocused in the dark.
You didn’t even hear her come in at first.
“Y/N?” she whispered.
Your head snapped up, and when you saw her — when you realized it was her — you let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a sob.
“Gwen?!”
She climbed in, soaked to the bone, out of breath, and clearly panicked.
“I’m so sorry,” she gasped, reaching for you immediately. “I got caught up, and then the lights went out, and I—”
You didn’t even let her finish.
You collapsed into her arms, all the tears and fear and shaking pouring out at once.
She held you like she wanted to break your fear in half and toss it into the storm.
And you grabbed onto her like a lifeline, arms wrapping around her tightly, almost wanting to merge bodies and become one. She was soaked, but you didn’t care.
“I’m here,” she said, rushing over to you, pulling off her mask and tossing it aside. “I told you I’d come back.”
She held you, and finally, your shaking started to slow.
“I didn’t know…” she murmured into your hair. “I didn’t know you were afraid of the dark.”
You exhaled shakily. “I’m not afraid of storms. But when the power went out… everything felt like it was closing in.”
She pulled back just enough to look at you — her brows knit with guilt, with concern, with softness.
“I’m so sorry. I would’ve come faster if I knew.”
“I was so scared,” you admitted, muffled into her hoodie. “It felt like the walls were closing in—”
“I know. I know. I’m here now. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
She’d never hated being Spider-Woman until tonight.
Not because of the fighting. Not because of the bruises or the late hours.
But because it meant she’d left you here. Alone.
In the dark.
She stroked your hair gently, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You don’t have to be strong all the time, y’know. Not with me.”
“You know...I thought you weren’t gonna come back for a minute there...”
Gwen’s voice cracked. “I’ll always come back to you.”
“Yeah, and you did come...” you whispered. “That’s what matters..."
A moment passes.
You hiccuped softly. “I’m tired of being scared of dumb stuff...ugh this is so stupid!—"
“Hey, it's not dumb." Gwen cut you off gently, taking your hand. Hers was cold from the rain, but still soothing. “Nothing about you being scared is stupid. It’s okay.”
You looked down, ashamed. “I just...i just hate this. I feel like a little kid...”
Gwen took your face in her hands and leaned down until your forehead touched hers.
“Then be a little kid for a second. I’ll protect you.”
That broke something in you. You leaned forward into her, burying your face in her shoulder as thunder rumbled again, less violently now. Gwen’s arms wrapped around you like a shield.
You let yourself believe it.
You let yourself feel safe.
Gwen reached into her suit and pulled out a small gadget — a little emergency beacon light. She turned it on, and it cast a soft blue glow across the room.
“There,” she said. “Not dark anymore.”
She sat with you, legs tangled together under the blanket, arms never leaving your body.
And when the thunder cracked again, she didn’t flinch.
Neither did you.
Because she was there.
In her arms, even the dark had nothing on you
And she held you through the storm.
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Mane, I COOKED. Chef of the century
Did you enjoy the story?
I told yall I had something for my Gwen Stacy lovers!!
This story was inspired by me. Recently a storm hit hard where I was at (there was a tornado apparently??) and when night time came all of a sudden the lights went out
I’m deathly afraid of the dark and I didn’t have anyone for comfort since I was home alone.
(Thanks mom for picking up the phone!!)
I hope this brought some comfort to you, you are seen.
Much love!
B.O.A
