౨ৎ now playing: fucking boyfriend by the bird and the bees

new york city had papers plastered with a vigilante’s face on it. he was new, and apparently called spiderman.

as much as you used to love the super hero stories, you didn’t care for it as much anymore. (sidenote: you did like cats, though.)

leo was your best friend, and you told eachother everything. well… maybe not the fact that he was spiderman, followed with the fact that he was in love with you.

well… anyway.

after a few interactions with spidey (or… well, leo), he was yet again saving you from a bunch of weird dudes.

he was hanging upside down from a fire escape, his masked face in front of yours. “you get in trouble quite a bit, you know?” he teased.

he held out his hand, a small cat plush in his palm. “for you.” he examined your face, his mask pulled just above his mouth.