𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

"Caleb, are you stupid?! My roommates could walk in any moment!"

Your boyfriend only snorts as he grabs a pancake from your plate—burnt. Neither of you mind burnt pancakes.

It's like he deliberately is messing with you, thwipping a web from his wrist to open the fridge and grab your maple syrup.

In an instant, you yank the web, bundling it up, before shoving it in your trash can. "You really don't care, do you?" With a heavy huff, you turn to Caleb, poking his spider-suit with your spatula, to which he brushes off, slinging another web to the hem of your pajama shirt—an old One Direction t-shirt, that probably isn't even real merch. With one quick flick of his wrist, he tugs you closer, settling on your dining table as he brings you to stand between his legs.

"Missed you." Caleb hums, pecking your lips. It's sweet—he tastes like pancakes and maple syrup, obviously—but there's a certain sweetness that masks over the breakfast taste, what one can only name love. How corny. You melt into the kiss just a little, before shoving at his shoulder. Your lips, previously curled up into a smile, are now frowned, agape to start scolding him with narrowed eyes.

"I swear, Xia, if you get caught—"

"—you'd say 'I told you so'?" He interjects, recovering from your harsh push—he's spiderman, after all, what kind of superhero would he be if he couldn't handle one small push? Though, it does does some damage to his heart—with how adorable you look with that hissing cat expression on your face. He wants to squish you and put you in his pocket.

He's got that stupidly handsome smile on his face, raven eyes gazing down at you as if you held his entire world and more, and you hate how you give in so fast.

With a grumpy look thrown his way, you make your way back to the stove, turning the gas back on to cook some more pancakes—for him, of course. Someone has to take care of spiderman, right?

"What crimes are going around campus nowadays, spidey?"

Caleb sighs dramatically, hopping off the dining table to reach you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. The mesh of his suit meet your body instead of the usual sensation of his bare skin, but you don't mind. He still exudes warmth and comfort behind his hidden identity.

Caleb presses a few kisses to the top of your head, taking note of your apple-scented-shampoo, his favorite. "The usual, shoplifting, muggers, and my personal favorite, cats stuck in trees." He chuckles near your ear, pressing his lips behind them gently, to remind you of his love.

You snort. "I thought your favorite was stolen bikes? I remember you proudly webbing up the thief, before realizing you didn't know who the owner was." You reminisce the memory, gushing at the cofusion evident even through his mask. You wanted to squish him and put him in your pocket.

"That's a good one, too," Caleb agrees, reaching over to grab a few chocolate chips to sprinkle onto the sizzling batter on the pan. He grins when you thank him quietly as you flip the pancake.

Finally, he peels himself off you, only because you pass him a container of pancakes for him to eat throughout the day, whether that be for classes or swinging around as spidey, he's eternally grateful for it anyway.

Caleb proves this by taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up as he leans down to connect your lips in a soft, appreciative kiss. His lips feel like home to yours, warm and secure, enveloping one another in a silent pact of intimacy and attachment. He pulls away, just barely, his mouth moving against yours. "Got any plans today?" Caleb's lips turn smiley against yours, until you're both giddy, giggly messes hugging each other tight in the comfort of your home.

"Why do you ask?" Your eyes gleam with utmost adoration and playfulness, and Caleb swears he sees his entire universe swirling in your pupils.

"I was thinking we could go down to that deli we like and get sandwiches,"

"Depends," You hum. "will I be going with my boyfriend, or with spiderman?"

Caleb's nose brushes against your own, lips inching down as if a magnet was attracting him closer. "With me, Caleb." You see his expression shift slightly—and you can tell he's a little disheartened at the fact that you have to ask who he wants to be around you, but he quickly masks the turmoil, grinning.

With a sigh, you peck his lips once more, before taking a step back. "I can't, I have class."

Your boyfriend doesn't seem so sad at your words, at least not as sad as usual, his shoulders moving up and down in a shrug as his lips still curl into the smile you adore. "Can I walk you to class? As Caleb, not spiderman."

Your chest shakes as your laugh resonates softly in the air, twisting Caleb's heart in a way that he doesn't even mind, his heart pounding with pure devotion, the sound of your laughter like fresh air to his lungs.

Your lips part, but before you can reply, you hear a door somewhere in your shared apartment open, before your roommate's voice rings out, calling out your name.

Both you and Caleb stiffen at the sound, eyes blowing wide in fear as footsteps shift on the floor, indicating her approach—indicating the possibility of the exposer of Caleb's identity.

Instantly, the both of you move, scrambling around in panic to escape without making any noise, which should prove easy, given his superpowers and everything, but now all you see is a clumsy boy searching for his stuff. Caleb vaguely hears you complaining about him not using his 'spider-senses', sticking his tongue out and giving you an ugly face. In return, you chuck his backpack to his face, stifling a laugh as you push him towards the kitchen window once more.

You nearly audibly curse at him as he protests for a moment, but the protests die in your throat when Caleb steals one last kiss from your lips, sweet and innocent, just like his smile as he thwips and swings out your window, leaving you starstruck in the middle of your kitchen.

"(Y/N)?" You hear Tara call out as she enters the kitchen, confusion laced in her tone. "Was that Spiderman swinging by our freaking building?!"

Your eyes are still wide as you slowly turn to her, clearing your throat awkwardly. "Uh... yeah, crazy right? He took some of my pancakes!"

"I thought I heard Caleb in here..."

You attempt to act cool with a shrug, passing her a plate of pancakes. "I was on call with him."

Tara was the most gullible person you knew, tricking her would be a breeze. Like tricking a child into thinking you can't see them just by pretending. Maybe you shouldn't trick her so much...

Tara makes a face, her cheeks full with pancakes, before she mumbles out in confusion. "I thought your phone broke when you dropped it down the toilet—"

"—rice is amazing! It fixes everything!"

Just then, your phone rings, indicating a notification. Through its cracked glass and discolored screen, is Caleb's name, with a photo of him midair with a suspicious looking biker in the background.

big dummy caleb👨‍🦲 [attachment: 1 image] hey sorey baby i'll walk yoy to class soon i need to cathc thss biike thief first ok bye lov yoy