SO I WROTE IT. THEY’RE SO…… (also threw in hobie and pav bc i love the arachkids and i WILL make them have weekly movie nights together)
Gwen thinks they could be miles apart and she could still pick him out of any crowd. They’re surrounded by civilians and officers, flashing lights and loud voices and the wailing of sirens adding to the chaos. Her feet have barely touched the ground after her last sweep of the abandoned building when she spots him — nodding to an older woman, lenses curved upwards like the moon. She knows he’s grinning.
The woman pats his hand before hobbling off and when Miles looks up, all he sees is her.
Unconsciously, Gwen feels the tension seep from her shoulders. She’d seen flashes of him throughout the skirmish, the two of them weaving around each other, trading off clearing the path of destruction with the actual fight itself. But it’s over, and he’s there, and suddenly he’s right in front of her.
Without a word, Gwen pushes herself up onto her tiptoes and presses her forehead to his.
She feels Miles relax into the touch. They’d fallen into this routine by accident; a way to reassure both themselves and the other that their partner is okay, especially when it’s not safe enough to take off their masks. After the first few times, it’d become a thing.
Miles’ exhale fans across Gwen’s mask and she shivers. They’re both unscathed yet the habit persists and she sighs when a hand winds around her lower back.
“Nice form on that backflip-kick,” Gwen murmurs, “you’ll have to teach it to me sometime.”
Miles chuckles. “It’s a date. Ready to get out of here?”
“Please. Pav’s gonna kill us if we’re late again and I need to shower.”
“You do smell, yeah.”
Making an offended sound she shoves at him lightly. Miles laughs, loud and clear, holding up his hands in mock-surrender. “Hey, I’m just agreeing! You said it first.”
Last time he’d teased her that she’d stunk post-battle, Gwen had smirked dangerously and ripped off her mask to rub her cheek all over his, making him gag and try to push her away, the two of them slapping at each other and laughing until he started hiccuping. They’d been late to movie night at Hobie’s because of it and Pav had wagged his finger at them good-naturedly and threatened to uninvite them to the next even while trying not to laugh along with them. Feet kicked over the arm of the couch, Hobie had jeered.
They land on top of a building a block away; Gwen taps at her watch. “See you in ten?”
“Don’t forget the—“
“Chips, I know,” she rolls her eyes. “Trust me, I won’t be making that mistake again. See you soon!”
She leans in to rub her nose against his, another little thing they can do in their masks without compromising their identities, and Miles hums contemplatively when she pulls away. “Y’know, I have a sneaking suspicion that missing hoodie is gonna make a reappearance tonight.”
Gwen steps into the portal backwards with a shrug.
“Someone’s awful confident.”
When Gwen falls asleep on his shoulder halfway through the movie, effectively swamped in said missing hoodie, Miles just kisses the top of her head before resting his cheek there and inches down the couch a few inches so she’ll be more comfortable. On her other side, Hobie wrinkles his nose at the display but gently tucks in the blanket around her legs.
just fell to my knees thinking about gwenmiles forehead touches post-fights where they’re breathless and exhausted and it’s not safe yet to take off their masks but they need that reassurance the other is okay. it’s a moment all to themselves
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hobie and gwen practicing together and gwen has another moment like at the start where she’s just whacking at those drums and losing herself but instead of cutting her off hobie just. lets her play. and she goes on for a while, and she’s losing herself and hobie just sits back. and eventually she finishes, and she’s breathless and her hands hurt and the room feels deathly silent. she sighs, and she drops her sticks and stares down at the kit. and she’s apologizing because the song was over ages ago and she probably totally ruined it but hobie stops her. because clearly there’s a lot of something built up in there and frankly if you’re gonna let it out best to beat up the shitty old drum kit in his basement. gwen glances up finally and hobie has that “you good?” look on his face, and she nods. and the drums definitely take a few more gwen beatings over the next while, but at least she knows it’s a safe place to do it.
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Posted an unfinished sketch on Twitter and people kept messaging me to finish it LMFAO (I gave up on it because I couldn't get the right energy)
But alright fine, I gave it another chance after a few days lol:
Also a headcanon:
Gwen sleeps in a fetus position because:
1. She's used to keeping people at a distance
2. Her nature to protect herself
3. She cries herself to sleep as she carries the heavy burden of guilt (Peter's death)
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And a nap with Miles might have been her first peaceful sleep since Peter's death
ok bye
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pavitr prabhakar i love you. hobie brown i love you. gwen stacy i love you. miles morales i love you. peter b parker you're on thin fucking ice but i still love you.
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