#she's just her. at the end of the day she is gwen stacy before Anything else

[gwensy]

& like everyone in e65 is an unreliable narrator gwen stacy especially. u cannot take the things she sees and says at face value when she's already somebody who's deeply self loathing, passively suicidal, morally grey & an objectively bad, unsocialized person. she didn't use her powers for the greater good she used them from day 1 to uphold her own personal biases and make a name for herself. she has never been altruistic. her talk with uncle ben literally consisted of "you need to kill this guy, nobody else will and if you don't everyone around you will continue to suffer." . great power comes with great responsibility, and to her that responsibility is revenge against people she personally sees as deserving of it

[cyberjam]

ATSV HEADCANON: they have a crush on you . . . ☆

warnings - none really, super fluffy and adorable :), semi-proof read so i apologize for grammatical errors if there are any! no use of name or y/n, gender-neutral reader!

word count - 2.1k

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�� . . . miles morales

I imagine you two already being well-acquainted friends with each other once he realized his feelings for you. For quite some time he had a crush on gwen but now his heart strings are pulling him towards you, so he's struggling when it comes to addressing his feelings.

If you're in the same room as Miles, he will stare. Any conversation that he was having before is long forgotten and all that's on his mind is you.

Miles doesn't need to study, he's one of the top students in school. But he continues to go on study dates with you because he likes being in your presence and sharing his headphones with you while eating yummy pastries.

He has an entire journal dedicated to you. Said journal includes: small journal entries of his day with you, little quotes of the funny/cute things you've said that stuck with him throughout the day, candid drawings of you that he created whenever you two hung out, cute sketches of you and him stargazing or slow-dancing together (and other secret drawings of him saving you as spider-man and cradling your body in his big strong arms but we won't get into that...)

Miles really can't get enough of you. He laughs extra loud at your jokes even if they aren't funny, his heartbeat quickens at the mention of your name, he'll offer you his jacket even if you don't need it, he always smiles when something reminds him of you, he'll share his headphones with you and shyly ask if you and him can make a "study playlist" (he listens to it at night while drawing you), and overall is just madly in love with you.

He wants to be with you more than anything, he's just struggling to find the right time to ask you. <3

"Hey, don't touch that! It's- No! It's not a diary, it's just...secret."

☆ . . . gwen stacy

She's pretty awkward herself. You were assigned to be partners for a project that would play a big part in your final grade, she came off slightly cold and seemed to be annoyed at your presence which made your relationship start off rocky. In reality she was just stressed, juggling her spider duties, getting kicked out of her house, and then school on top of that, it was just a lot. But when you made the effort to plan things and work around her busy schedule (that you didn't really know anything about) she started to become grateful for you.

Your parents welcomed her kindly each time she came over to study and whenever she would leave she was happy with a full belly and a sore face from smiling and laughing with you all night. The project was supposed to be done by the end of the semester but you and gwen were able to finish it the first month you got it. That didn't stop her bi-weekly visits, that then turned weekly, until she was suddenly walking home with you everyday, from and to school.

She likes to compare hands, shoes, and height just to see the difference in sizes. On walks back from school she'll give you a piggyback ride if you ask nicely. She also likes laying her head in your lap, if you run your fingers through her hair she'd be fast-asleep within 5 minutes.

You and her tend to share your oversized clothes together, You always wash her jackets/sweaters after you wear them, which she absolutely loves. She's fallen asleep curled up in your hoodie, inhaling the scent and listening to whatever song you rambled about the previous morning on repeat until she finally asks you to just make her a playlist. Hobie definitely knows about you, only because she slipped up by saying too much.

She enjoys staying over your house during rainy days. She tends to tense up whenever you're watching tv together on your bed and your head falls on her shoulder. During missions in other spider-verses gwen has taken little souvenirs from different worlds and given them to you, she always does it in a nonchalant way as if she wasn't grinning ear to ear on her way back, excited to see how you'd react.

You don't have sleepovers often but when you do they always seem more intimate than your usual hangouts. When you wake up and see gwen flustered on the other side of the bed you never understand why, not knowing that when you were fast asleep she woke up cuddled into you, nuzzling her body into yours.

"I-uhm. I-uh just had a weird dream. Nothing to worry about, heh.."

☆ . . . pavitr prabhakar

It's very obvious he has a crush on you, it might as well be written on his forehead. He follows you around like a lost puppy. He's constantly offering to carry your books, opening doors for you, paying for your snacks, and even giving you hand massages when you've been writing an essay for too long. He's just completely whipped for you and you're not even dating (yet).

You were a transfer student and he was assigned to show you around Mumbai. He found himself getting giddy at your cute reactions to the different sights he took you to. He adored how you were filled with so much curiosity and wonder, the awestruck look in your eyes when you saw the pretty lights at night and just how genuinely excited you seemed to stay and explore Mumbai. Since then, he's been glued to your side.

He's such a gentleman, you can tell he was raised right. Whenever you're talking his full attention is on you, nobody else matters in this moment but you. He'll even get a bit upset if someone cuts you off, ignoring whatever they're saying and urging you to continue. His legs feel wobbly around you, he gets dizzy at the sight of you, and he feels like he's floating whenever you smile at him.

There have been multiple occasions where you've caught him staring at you, depending on how he feels that day he'll either smirk and gently wave or quickly turn away with a blush on his face. He gushes about you to Hobie and Miles all of the time. They know so much about you and they've never even met you.

A true romantic. He buys you a singular flower one week out of the day, always explaining the meaning and where they originate from. (all of them are a variation of romance/love)

He tends to lean into you whenever you speak. More than one person has pointed out that you both tend to mirror each other's actions. He's feigning for your touch more than anything, a simple brush of your shoulders and he's full on putty in your hands.

He won't outright confront you when he figures out you like him, instead he'll invite you on a nightly walk. Taking you up to a rooftop with a gorgeous view, and gently resting his jacket on your shoulders. You'll sit for a while enjoying the scenery before he turns to you and says...

"a person as beautiful as yourself shouldn't wander this world alone.."

☆ . . . hobie brown

What a nightmare. He is constantly teasing and flirting with you. Always doubling over in laughter when he sees you get all flustered and the words you so badly wanna spew at him get stuck in your throat.

I imagine you both to be spider-people, you're a little more stuck-up than he is which is why he likes to tease you so much. Little by little your reactions fueled something deeper in him. He no-longer found himself flirting with you because he liked seeing how aggravated he could get you but because that was his way of approaching you and saying all of the things he wanted to while being able to play it off as a joke.

Besides teasing you relentlessly, he can be really caring and attentive to you when he wants to be. If you're in the medic he'll stop by pretty often to make sure you're okay. The only reason you found out is because you woke up to him fast asleep next to your bedside, feet propped on your bed and his vest laid across his torso like a blanket.

He'll eat the foods on your plate that you don't like. If you fall asleep he'll lay his vest onto your body and even move your position if it looks uncomfortable. If he senses danger before you he'll move you of the way as fast as he possibly can, but if he's not close enough he'll give you a heads up before anyone else. He tends to stare at you sometimes, always smiling gently to himself.

When you two get closer as friends he'll play any song on his guitar if you ask him nicely. He'll even give you lessons if you really want them. Carefully throwing his guitar over your torso, he brings his much larger hands to yours. You can feel his chest against your back, and the waves of his warm breath on your neck as he teaches you how to play. He'll also let you wear his jacket, saying it looks better on you than him. He might let you keep it, only in exchange for one of your jackets. (he sleeps with your jacket on, it makes him feel close to you.)

Hobie often checks up on you during missions, sometimes saying teasing phrases to get you riled up but mostly to make sure you're holding up okay. "you alright there, peaches? you took quite the hit."

Once he finds out you like him, he eases up on the teasing, but he doesn't refrain from dropping subtle hints of his knowingness that you like him. He's just waiting for you to finally say something.

"Yknow, if i ain't know any better i'd say you were doing this 'cause you like me."

☆ . . . miguel o' hara

You worked beside him in Alchemax, the two of you were assigned as partners. At first he didn't care much for you, simply telling you to stay out of his way and that he didn't need any help, but after Lyla practically forced him to be a cordial lab partner and work with you, he started to take a liking towards you. Sadly, it took months for him to tolerate you and even longer for him to like you.

Although he was quite stuck-up and practically seemed on edge most of the time, you were able to break through those confined walls and have a comfortable-playful work relationship with him. Every-time you made a joke or a light quip about his attitude he'd always respond with sarcasm, still not being able to hide the tiny smile that graced his face at your foolish acts.

He always runs his projects by you before submitting them. (and then lyla to triple check) He'll stop by and pick up empanadas from his favorite store, always boasting about how it's the best in Nueva York and you'll never taste anything better. Eventually he brings in a hefty share of empanadas that you two share over lunch time, your conversation flowing naturally without the teasing but with a fluffier feeling flowing through the air.

He pretends to be annoyed when he catches you over-working but he's genuinely worried for you. Always shaking his head in a disapproving way when he finds you fast asleep on your desk, papers scattered, and drool falling past your lips. Quietly scolding you in spanish before throwing his lab coat over your shoulders and organizing your papers neatly.

He tends to act unbothered when you do something that shows you care for him but in reality it makes his heart stutter and his stomach feel all loopy. He hates it because it makes him feel like a middle-schooler when they get their first crush but another part of him absolutely adores it and his main motivation to get up to go to work in the morning is you, although he'll never admit it.

If a co-worker is ever rude to you he will be the first to defend you, not hesitating to get in their face with a nasty scowl painting his features. On Friday's he made it his personal mission to walk you home, you two slowly walk side-by-side, quietly laughing to yourselves as you reminisce on lab accidents and old memories. There's a slight gleam in his eyes when you make it to your apartment door. He turns to you almost hesitantly, before stepping closer to you. He whispers a question, so quiet and soft you almost wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Can I kiss you?"

omg i hope you guys liked it! requests are still open btw and thank you for reading! <3

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[venerawrites]

Hi, I wanted to request Ekko x reader, where she is a fighter who moves like a dancer...like Gwen Stacy!

author's note: I love Ekko (I would give this boy the world if I could <3) and I absolutely imagine him a badass partner! I saw "she", so I am rolling with a fem!reader for this one! Hope you enjoy and thank you so much for requesting! <3

Only God and probably Scar, given the amount of times Ekko has complained to him, knew how much he hated you. How much he hated the way you talk; the way you dress; the way you always butt in his fights; the way you moved, just like a silk in the wind; the way you drove him to the end of his sanity. No other word could describe the burning feeling in his chest every time he laid his eyes on you. Or maybe there was one more word...

The first time he saw you he thought you were one of Silco's workers. What other reason did you have to be in one of his Shimmer factories? You, however, did not pay any attention to him or the rest of the Firelights, instead jumping over their head and kicking two of the workers, who had blocked the entrance of the factories.

Ekko has seen a lot of fighters during his life, but none of them were like you. You carried yourself with such ease and grace, it looked almost like you were dancing, rather than fighting. For a moment, he thought he must have inhaled some Shimmer or something because no human could move so beautifully, yet cause so much destruction.

That night he and the Firelights barely had to do anything - you took care of most of the workers and the Shimmer all by yourself, leaving nothing, but a glowing purple mess behind you. And then just as fast as you came, you were gone.

For weeks he wondered if you were just a fragment of his imagination. He was a young man now, one forced to grow up way too quickly, the number of his encounters with girls can be counted on the fingers of his one hand. Even then, they were all members of his rebellious group and some (not all) remained to be his friends to this day. Perhaps, his heart was dreaming of something different, something exciting... or maybe he did inhale Shimmer and was just high.

"Have you seen that girl since the night at the factory? It's like she disappeared from the face of the Earth.", Scar said one day, while they were both in the workshop. "What girl?", Ekko grumbled under his nose, too focused on tightening the screws of his hoverboard to actually listen and understand what his friend was asking him. Scar's next words, however, made him freeze and he dropped his instruments loudly on the floor. "You know, that girl that trashed a whole Shimmer factory by herself? The way she moved, man... I won't be surprised if she was on drugs herself! How can anyone move like that?"

Confirming that you were NOT just a fantasy that his brain made up to trick him, he made it his mission to find out who you were. Back then you wore all black costume and a mask covering everything but your eyes. But these eyes... He had dreamed of them for many nights, he surely could recognise them if he saw them again.

After weeks of searching, he encountered you for a second time during another one of his attacks on Silco's ships. He swiftly dodged Jinx's bullets, waiting for an opening to take her down, and then - PUFF! - you landed in the middle of the deck, dancing around the blue-haired girl's rage, till you successfully swept your leg under her, bringing her on her back. You quickly disarmed her, putting some of her guns in your bag, before running in the opposite direction.

Your brother always said you should never look back after a fight. "Hit and run", he would always repeat. But as you pass the person with an owl mask, a shiver runs down your back. You can't really see it, but you are sure he is looking at you; following you with his eyes; observing you.

The moment you jumped overboard, Ekko jumped on his hoverboard, forgetting about everything else - Jinx, the Shimmer, the other Firelights, Silco's crew... at that moment only one thought was swirling in his head. He had to catch you.

He was used to going after criminals and Silco's men - with the years, it was less and less of a challenge, as he continued to improve his inventions after each fight. With you, however, it was different - despite you relying only on your parkour skills, he can barely keep up with your speed. Using any open window, door, and crack in a building, you were too quick and too flexible for him to catch up.

After a few minutes of intensive chasing, he stopped in one of the alleys, taking off his mask and rubbing his hands over his face. How in hell were you able to outrun his hoverboard? The fastest and the most advanced technology in the whole of Zaun?

Too busy swearing at himself, he didn't see you jumping from the window right above his head, till you landed directly on top of him, pressing your knees on his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck. "Who are you?", your voice was just as soft and smooth as your moves, "Why are you following me?".

You were fast and did manage to take him by surprise, he had to give you that. Your raw strength, however, was no match for him, and in seconds, your positions were reversed, while your blade was thrown somewhere down the alley.

Looking back, it was probably rude, but in the heat of the moment, Ekko just wanted to learn who you are. Taking off your mask, his eyes widened and his whole body tensed. He has seen his fair share of pretty girls, but you... fuck! Absolutely breathtaking!

While he was in awe, you were given the perfect opportunity to throw him off you and disappear in the darkness of the night. A second time you ran away from him and a second time he got absolutely mesmerized by you.

Ekko hated you. He hated how you kept showing up during each one of his missions; he hated how you started to grow bolder and more confident, mocking him how even with a hoverboard he can't keep up with you; he hated how you were so open about your despise toward Silco, as he is the one responsible for your family's addiction, yet you refused to join his group or his cause... You were a nuisance. A BIG one.

But the line between love and hate was thin, and everyone else could see that but both of you. Scar teased his leader all the time about how he never shuts up about you, despite his claim that he may dislike you even more than the Eye of Zaun.

The little game of cat and mouse you played was too addictive and fun, and it gave chance for you to be... well, you. Ekko could relax and be the boy he couldn't be when he was younger, and you had the chance to forget all the pain and suffering that surrounded you, even if it was just for a night.

Chases led to small talks; small talks led to secret meetings and secret meetings led to intense kisses and warm cuddles. It didn't take long for all the tension between you to blossom into something beautiful, something you both cherished and tried to protect.

You never joined him "officially", but you often helped with his missions, even when he insisted that you stay away because it was too dangerous. But you were stubborn and hot-headed, and always did stuff without thinking, and gosh, he just loved you for it! With all the responsibilities as a leader, he almost forgot what it was to live - till you brought that spark and excitement back into his life.

Only God and probably Scar, given the number of times he caught you sneaking into the base and Ekko's room in the middle of the night, knew how much he loved you. He loved the way you gently caressed his face; he loved the way you held him, allowing him to be vulnerable for the first time in years; he loved the way you drove him crazy, even when he wanted nothing more than to just kiss you and shut your mouth. No other word could describe the burning feeling of his chest every time he laid his eyes on you.

cc artwork: Sina Pakzad Kasra

[periprose]

Arachnid Anxiety

You're Spider-Woman, and you've been tasked with babysitting Mayday. Maybe you have a bit of stress that you need to vent about, and Hobie comes along quite conveniently for that purpose.

Genre: Fluff, reader having anxiety, Hobie giving her advice, very cute, reader is a Jessica Drew variant, perhaps mutual pining if you squint, takes place during the movie but before Miles arrives to the Society, terrible british slang attempts (sorry Hobie :'))

Word Count: 2.4k

Babies are hard to wrangle when they’re crawling up walls.

Of course, Peter B. Parker said that he needs a nap, just this once, and he needs someone to watch over Mayday while he sneaks away into the sleeping pods in the Spider-Society-System. Sometimes he and MJ don’t get sleep for days at a time, so you get it.

But Mayday is so curious, and you find yourself having to pull her prying hands away before she inadvertently tampers with things around Miguel’s labs and causes either a mass outage or a explosion or Miguel’s wrath. You understand why Peter is a little exhausted.

She’s a very cute baby, though, and you can’t help but coo at her as she clambers off the wall into your arms. 

“Who’s a good Spidey? Who’s gonna be the best of us?” You shake her up and down and she giggles, wrapping her arms around you. 

You instinctively flinch, feeling your Spider-Sense go off.

“Large statement to make. But I see where you’re coming from.” Spider-Punk comes up from behind you, and you turn to him. “She’s definitely punk.”

“Hey, don’t go claiming someone else’s kid as one of your own.” You joke, and Hobie scowls as he pulls off his mask.

“Don’t believe in claims. Or labels, for that matter.” He scratches his hair, looking effortless as he ever does, and you roll your eyes. “She is… who she is. Forgive me for using a descriptive word, Spider-Woman.”

“I get it.” You hold Mayday as she squeals at the sight of Hobie, and she motions in an uppy-uppy motion. She wants to be held by him, but he ignores her.

You never quite know how to feel about Hobie Brown. The Amazing Spider-Punk is revolutionary, known for being better than just his words– he holds himself to the very essence of anarchy. He practices what he preaches.

But you can’t quite get a read on the guy. You don’t know if he’s pulling your leg– or taking the piss as he would say– when he gives his bouts of advice while somehow simply being amazing through it all. He somehow knows what to say but he also isn’t the most comforting, and that in itself makes you drawn to him. He just happens to be kind of rough around the edges, and it’s because of that you know he truly means what he says. 

No sugar-coating, ever.

But you hate yourself, because you’ve somehow managed to fall for him. 

It’s not uncommon for Spideys to fall for each other. Peter Parker and Cindy Moon, Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy. But you know this is the one time it just wouldn’t end well for you.

You can already hear Hobie’s comments if he ever found out. He’d probably rebuke you even though you’d never try anything. Tell you he doesn’t feel that way and you’re delusional for potentially thinking that he would ever tie himself down. Spiders are meant to be swinging free and all that.

Even worse, he just happens to be beautiful. You’re positive that if Hobie wasn’t so anti-everything he would have stuck with being a runway model. His face is molded in a distinctive way that has you trying to catch his glance, even if he only looks at you with nonchalance, completely unbothered, not a hint of chemistry in his eyes.

It is with great displeasure that you find yourself wanting his bored attention anyways.

And so you’ve been swallowing your crush for the greater part of a year now. You’re sure it will pass like all things do.

Pavitr, as much as you love him, has told you many times about the “chemistry” between you and Hobie– and you have told him every time to fuck off. Not in an actual harsh way, because again you can’t help but love the guy, but because you don’t need false hope.

You’re just Spider-Woman. Another red-and-yellow suited variant of Jessica Drew, you might as well just be another Peter Parker. You know that’s not how you’re supposed to think of yourself, but it’s just how it is. Canon events brought you here, and according to Miguel, it’s not something you chose– you just happened to be there at the right time and place. You’re no Jess, who comes in on her motorcycle, raging heat and excitement on her toes– you are one of the many, instead of being exceptional like the few.

You’re not like Hobie, who is as far as you know, one of a kind.

“What’s on your mind, Spider-Woman?” Hobie asks as he picks through random tech on the desk in Miguel’s lab, taking what he feels is useful for whatever it is he does with the stuff. He’s never used your name, because he doesn’t know it.

You and a few other Spider-People have chosen to stay anonymous, for different reasons, and only Miguel and Margo know who you really are. Hobie has told you before that that’s pretty cool– he only chose to give up his name because it was easier to get along with people that way. Hobie knows there’s power in people.

“Just babysitting. Obviously.” You motion to Mayday, who takes this moment to thwip out a web and swing away from you– but you’re faster and you grab her back into your arms, and she pouts.

“Nah, nah. I mean that sour expression upon your lovely little visage, imbecile.” He pokes your masked cheek, and you find yourself blushing but pulling away from him. Hobie is like that– overly familiar and no real sense of space because he doesn’t care.

“It’s not lovely.” You retort, fully convinced of it because he has never seen your face, only your incredulous expression through the eyes of your mask. 

You think that Hobie is again being sarcastic about your unknown appearance, and because his back is facing yours as he searches through random shelves now, you don’t catch how his face frowns at your response.

“Disagreements about your anonymous-but-surely beautiful face aside– not that looks matter, mind you– you’re clearly miffed about something.” Hobie turns and crosses his arms, and it’s with a little embarrassment and comfort that you want his advice. Even if it’s kind of to do with him.

“Well, I guess, uh… lately I’ve just been feeling kind of down. Like what’s the point of all this?” You bite your lip, knowing Hobie’s feelings on nihilism. “I don’t mean like nothing in life matters, Hobie. I mean more that I don’t matt– I don’t… anyways, I feel useless. I don’t have anything special about me, I don’t really bring anything to the Spider-Society that wasn’t already brought.”

"Whoa whoa whoa. Nah, lady, you've got your priorities all twisted." Hobie pulls your arms, bringing you kind of closer to him, and rests his hands on your shoulders, making you listen. "This inner hatred stuff– that sick urge to feel shame and then blast it inside of yourself, all that repression, yeah? It's a crock of shit."

"Huh?" You and Mayday both peer up at him. You behind your mask, and she with her crocheted one. 

Hobie picks up Mayday, finally giving into her wishes to be held by him, and she immediately giggles. There’s a subtle smile on his face that warms him to you a little.

"It might feel good in the moment. It might even feel revolutionary." Hobie scowls, and scratches his jaw. "It's worthless. Notice, Spider, I didn't call you worthless. The very action is garbage, a visceral thing that brings no productive value– that's what they want you to feel."

"Ah, because then I'll never fight against the establishment, right, Hobie? I'll be too busy fighting myself." You say mockingly, taking on a fake-pretentious-Cockney accent, mimicking him, but Hobie gives you a chill look and nods.

"Now you're getting it."

"Aw." You slump and slouch and sit on the counter full of gadgets and gizmos next to him. "I know you're right, but… don't you ever get people getting mad at you?"

"You've lost me."

"Like… being so responsible." You roll your eyes as Hobie snickers and whispers the spider-mantra you all know so well. "Or just living by your own ideology so… efficiently. It's almost like a slap in the face to the rest of us Spiders. We don’t know how to cope, and here comes along Spider-Punk with all his personal assurance that even if things aren't alright, he'll make it alright for himself."

"Oi, trust me, it wasn't all that easy." Hobie sniffs and sits down next to you, holding Mayday close and then letting her go as she crawls onto the wall in front of you. "You really think I haven't had a bad day? I haven’t had my moments of self doubt, huh?”

“Uh… well. When you put it like that, it does sound kind of crazy.” You admit, and nudge him with your shoulder. “I didn’t mean any harm, Hobie. I just feel so… inadequate.”

“Just stop.” He crosses his arms and closes his eyes, and you feel that yet again, he’s somewhat unreadable. “Don’t think those things. You’re not inadequate.”

“But I–”

“Stop.” He grasps your hands, and squeezes them tightly in his own, and you wonder if Hobie has ever looked this seriously at you, his eyes soft yet firm with affection.

You’re in trouble, you think. Your heart is pounding and you’re really glad he can’t see your face.

“I don’t think you know how important you are.” He utters so quietly, in that very deep voice that has you leaning in to hear him better. “You’re not nothing, Spider-Woman. You’ve done a lot of good for your Earth-257, I’m sure, and that makes you something special. Like the rest of us– you’re kind of irreplaceable, right?”

“I guess.”

“Not ‘I guess.’” Hobie punches the side of your arm and you pretend to say ow, laughing a little. “If you didn’t exist, we’d all be poorer for it. Peter couldn’t ask you to chill with his baby, and I couldn’t be here talking your ear off.”

“But I’m not– I don’t really compare to her, you know?” You say without thinking, and then immediately squint at your own stupidity. 

“Who’s her?” Hobie is wary of how your expression is shifting. “Stacy?”

“Uh, no.” You inhale, exhale, and then decide it’s time to get it over with. “Jess.”

“Jess? Jessica Drew, huh?” Hobie smirks a little. “You don’t want to be adopted by her, do you?”

“More complicated than Gwen’s weird fantasy.” You shift on your spot on the counter, and pull off your mask after a minute of tribulations. “I’m… also Jessica Drew.”

You feel incredibly shy as Hobie takes in your face, wary of his every move as you feel yourself sweating, and he grasps your face gently, peering into your eyes and taking a look at your features, as if he’s really trying to remember them.  

“Huh.”

“What is it?” You say a little too defensively, and he shrugs. 

“You do have a lovely visage, you silly little sod. Even if it’s completely different from Jess’ face.” He laughs as you shove him away, covering your face in your hands. “No, don’t do that.”

He’s tracing your jaw, and he murmurs. “Maybe you could use a few piercings… a tat or two… ever thought about it?”

“No.” You shut your eyes. “I’m not cool like you.”

“Oh, shut it.” He leans in imperceptibly closer, and you blink, eyes open. Maybe Pavitr had a point that Hobie and you have something, because there’s not really another explanation for that look in his eyes. “You’re plenty cool, Jessica Drew. It was just a shit suggestion of mine.”

You think Hobart “Hobie” Brown is sweeter than you previously thought. You have half a mind to tell him about your feelings.

You and Hobie both look up, Spider-Senses tingling, and sure enough, Mayday is cooing from the ceiling– she leaps into your already waiting arms. She giggles at your expression.

Oh well, you think. There’ll be some other time to work up the courage to tell him.

Hobie half-smirks at her. “Way to interrupt us, Mayday.”

She looks at him all confused, tilting her head in a “huh?” motion, and you feel the same way, not entirely sure what Hobie meant by that and not willing to assume either.

He answers you by pulling your face in a sudden, swift motion, connecting his lips to yours, and in between the two of you, Mayday shrieks and laughs. She crawls off to the side of you, no longer smothered between your torsos.

Hobie is weirdly insistent– you feel like he’s been wanting to do this for a while, maybe longer than the length of your conversation (you don’t know if this is just a funny little fling for him, but you’re fairly sure it isn’t) and he’s a lot taller and lankier than you, so he really has to tower over you to reach your mouth better. He’s grasping your jaw and neck and the back of your head with a lot of intensity– you feel wildly dizzy when he pulls away.

“Uh.” Peter B. Parker is standing in front of you both, mouth wide open, and you look back at Hobie and he grins rather coolly, not really giving a damn. It’s enough to make you snort. “Wait, who are you?”

“Oh. Spider-Woman from Earth 257.” You remember Peter has never seen your face, either. “Jessica Drew?”

“Right, right.” Peter raises his hands in a whoop-de-doo motion, like he should’ve known that. “Nice to know what you look like behind the mask. Not nice to know that you’ve been avoiding your babysitting duties. Why are you two fooling around like prepubescent children? What happened to responsibility?”

“Ahhhhh, please, Peter. Live a little.” Hobie stands up, his full length of height drawing him to about the same height as Peter if not an inch taller. He picks up Mayday and hands her off to him. “Let’s not act as if you and MJ weren’t shacking up in the sleeping pods last week, yeah? Does Miguel need to know about how irresponsible you were?”

You think he’s kidding, but Peter pales and you clap your hands over your mouth, trying not to laugh. Miguel would absolutely throw a fit if he found that out.

“Uh…” Peter swallows. “At least that’s not an interdimensional tragedy-in-the-making like you two.”

“There’s no rules against that, I don’t think.” Hobie shrugs. “And if there are, fuck them. Miguel doesn’t know it all.”

“He really is punk to the very end.” Peter groans and leaves out to the hallway with Mayday. 

Hobie flashes a smile at you as he sits back down, ruffling your hair.

[yeagerfate]

big spoon or little spoon?

characters: miles morales (earth-1610), miguel o’hara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar

warnings: none lol

notes: i didn’t proofread this because i’m exhausted from a bunch of irl stuff, so i’ll come check this out later and see if i need to fix anything. don’t really like how this went at all but i need something to post so oh well <3 might delete this later kinda depends. also i got my first writing request which i am very excited about hehe

Honestly, it all really depends on Miles’ mood. If he’s had a good day, then he’ll definitely be spooning you. However, if something went wrong, he will be seeking your comfort and attention. One of your most memorable moments with Miles’ was spooning him for the first time. He’d completely flunked an exam because he was out on a really dangerous mission the night before. In shambles, Miles had told you that he hadn’t slept at all and fell asleep during the test. He was really nervous to tell his parents about it because he didn’t know what his excuse would be. The last thing he wanted was for them to think he was out at some party, or just being irresponsible. He slept like a baby after you consoled him, his head resting on your chest as you ran your hand up and down his back with the other holding his head. Although it was a bittersweet moment, you enjoyed it, and the way Miles had drooled in his sleep had you trying not to wake him up from your sweet giggling.

Miguel’s in denial, but he’s a little spoon. The feeling of your hands running through his wavy hair at the end of a stressful day at work is something he’s grown addicted to. He’s a bit ashamed of it, as he thinks he should be the one holding you, but you quickly snap him out of it. Miguel finds solace in your arms, and for a couple hours it’s nice to forget about all of the emotional turmoil from work. Though, if you ever ask for it, Miguel will absolutely hold you. Sometimes, it’s nice to feel your head resting on his muscular chest and your warmth on him. In the mornings, it’s especially hard for Miguel to get up. Your arms are just so comfy and snug, and he feels like he’s at home when he’s with you. Lyla makes fun of him for it, calling him a “simp” (he doesn’t know what it means), but he doesn’t care. The way your face lights up when you feel his toned arms wrapped tightly around your face is something he’d never want to give up.

Hobie is a big spoon. He’s not big into snuggling, as he likes his personal space, but once you get into it, you get into it. (He is very affectionate with the people he cares about, though!) He’s found that the most comfortable position would be with your back against his chest and his arm wrapped around your stomach, his face hidden in your neck sweetly. It can get a little irritating, since Hobie is a big snorer. He also has a warmer body temperature, so in the summer, you’ll have to resolve to holding each other’s hands. It’s both endearing and frustrating, but it’s for Hobie, and that makes it worth it. During cuddling, the bonnet he wears tickles your neck. It’s hard to hold in the automatic laugh you have from it because he’s trying to sleep. Cuddling with Hobie is messy, fun, and enjoyable. It’s just so… Hobie.

Gwen, despite her average height, is a big spoon. She likes the feeling of being able to just hold and protect you. Gwen has lost so much, and so she feels she has to make sure you’re safe at all times. One of the way she does this is by holding you close to her her neck, your head resting on her shoulder as she runs her hands down your back. It doesn’t matter how tall you are. Even if you’re a foot taller than her, you’ll still be held by her. However, Gwen occasionally has nightmares, and so when she wakes up she’d like to be embraced by you. When she has her head pressed against you chest, and she can hear the sound of your heartbeat, it really makes her feel better. It reassures her panicking brain that you’re alive, you’re here, and you’re fine. It’s a soothing feeling, one that’s hard to describe. All she knows is that she really treasures it.

Pavitr is very enthusiastic about all types of physical affection, and that includes cuddling. He is a big spoon, though he doesn’t mind trading places at all. While you’re cuddling, he loves to tell you about how his day went. If you know that he’s spider-man, he’ll tell you all about the adventures he went on with his friends. Sometimes, he’ll even rant about Miguel, which is very amusing. However, if you don’t know that he’s spider-man, Pavitr will take a much different approach. Instead, he’ll ask you to tell him about your day. He asks you if you saw anything you liked at the stores nearby, or if you tried any new food. He likes to take note of these revelations because they make for great gifts. Pavitr is a very talkative cuddler, but on tiring days, he’ll be out like a light after 5 minutes. It all depends on how his day went.

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Spider-Woman, NOT Ghost-Spider

This is a tip for people who want to go as canon as possible WITH THE MOVIES, since I feel a lot of people do this mistake because they look into the comics and mix things up.

If you want to call Gwen, Ghost-Spider in your fanfic/fanart/etc because you think is cool, go ahead! Go nuts! I'm not the canon police.

BUT-

In the movies, Gwen still calls herself Spider-Woman.

An explanation as to why this is important in the read more.

(Spoilers about the Spider-Gwen comics, I guess because I am not spoiling anything that came after 2019.)

When I say "important," I mean it in the stick-it-to-the-details type of deal; if you care about technicalities you care about this, but I know that's not the majority.

However, I do want to bring it up because the reason why Gwen switched in the comics, or rather, why chose Ghost-Spider of all things- is really neat and interesting story line that I feel a lot of people skip over when they 'chose' to call her that without knowing why she chose that name.

If you think Gwen has it rough in the movies, don't read the comics because they put this girl through the wringer.

Let's go a little bit before she chose that name.

As you can see, Gwen feels that she has always been marked by death, some way or another.

First her mother, then Peter, and is now hitting pretty hard after losing Spider-UK (is not Hobie, or Malala, I don't think he has appeared in the movies,) Noir and Karn, though arguably Billy was the one who hit her the hardest.

She went to other dimensions to tell their love ones that Billy and Noir passed away; it is implied how this is her way to try to make amends to what happened, make peace with herself.

But is not really enough, the topic doesn't leave her mind,

Death and pain certainly follow her often; she almost lost her dad for good, and she was definitely shaken after Harry got gravely injured precisely because he was always there for her.

That last panel never stops hitting hard for me.

There is just some quietness to it, about how no matter what she does, how hard she tried, Death continues to follow, one way or another. Even when she tries to be a hero, to do the right thing, death follows her.

In the comics, Gwen switches her name because she is studying in Earth-616 rather than her own dimension, so she switches names in order to avoid stepping in any toes.

So, in the movies, is kind of hard to think the switch would happen. Sure, Gwen is interacting with Jessica and other spiders, but believe me, the multiple spider-man haven't changed their names, so having Jessica in the spider society doesn't change much.

However, I do bring all of this because I think implementing this story line in the movies not only is feasible, it would be *amazing.*

The phrase "Death loves Gwen Stacy," not only hits hard for the Spider-Gwen in the comics, but for the movie counterpart too.

Think about it for a second; in the movies, Gwen feels she can't have friends because otherwise, they may lose them like Peter, she has convinced herself it can't work. And then. she goes to the Spider-Society.

And now she feels Gwen Stacy and Death always go hand in hand.

She learns how in so many universes, Peter is the one bitten, he is the one who lives, while Gwen Stacy dies, over, and over again. It almost seems like she is the outlier out of spite, how because she gets to live, everyone else pays the price.

Because Death loves Gwen Stacy, powers or not, that's not changing.

But at the end of the day-

And that's why, no matter what, she will continue fighting to protect her people.

[mikavlcs]

Young Blood

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x gn!reader

Summary: You’re new and Gwen’s forced to show you around. It doesn’t end up being as tedious as she was expecting.

Warnings: mild astv spoilers, my writing lol

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: listen, i know this will get like 20 notes, but i needed to do this okay. i love her sm. this also my first time writing anything marvel related...as i’m sure you can tell.

Masterlist

Gwen dug the heels of her palms into her eyes as she walked up the wall, unsuccessfully fighting off another exasperated groan.

She shouldn’t have been doing this. She should be off in another dimension fixing anomalies and fighting bad guys, not this. Anyone could greet new recruits, so why Miguel insisted on making her do it was an eternal mystery. She was honestly starting to think that he just liked annoying her.

Jessica offered her a sympathetic smile when delivering the news, but Gwen didn’t want sympathy, she wanted a mission.

Still, she followed orders, knowing that disobeying would only put her further down the mission list. Plus, with Pavitr and Hobie busy, what else was there to do?

She stepped up to the entrance and her eyes found you immediately. You were easy to spot. All newbies were. They all had the same awe-struck reaction to the compound which Gwen couldn’t blame them for, considering she had been there once herself.

Your mask was off, hanging limp in your hand while your eyes roamed the vast space with a wonder she felt only months prior. It brought a smile to her face.

“Insane right?” she prompted gently as she approached, drawing your eyes to her. “I had the same reaction. It’s not every day you get to see so many spider-people in one place.”

“I didn’t know there was this many. I thought I was the only one,” you admitted, astonishment clear in your voice.

Gwen chuckled. She knew the feeling well. “We all did, but there’s more of us than you can imagine.” She stuck out a hand. “I’m Gwen, by the way. I’m your appointed tour guide.”

You took her hand, gave it a firm shake. “I know, Jessica told me. Nice to meet you, Gwen.”

“Likewise. What Earth are you from?”

“Uh,” you trailed off briefly, tapping at your watch. “Earth-69.”

A snort escaped her before she could stop it. You looked up at her, wide-eyed, while she fought to contain herself.

“I’m sorry, I’m—it’s nothing. I’m actually from Earth-65. Never met anyone from the same sector.”

Brows raised, you remarked, “Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” She took a look at your suit and, seeing the abundance of white expertly weaved in with the mixture of red and black, couldn’t help asking, “So, why white? Most of us use some combination of red and blue. Besides me, obviously.”

“I want my enemies to see me coming,” you replied, sending her a slightly off-kilter grin that made her unsure whether you were joking. She smirked.

“Foreboding. I like it.” She turned, signaling you to follow. “Now, come on. As you can see, we have a lot of ground to cover, and Miguel will want to brief you as soon as possible.”

You obeyed, following her as she led you around headquarters, showing you the ins and outs of every winding, overlapping corridor while informing you of the group’s purpose. Well, as much as she could without ruining Miguel’s big presentation.  

About a third of the way in, she said, “I should probably start introducing you to the others.” Gwen looked around, spotting a few vaguely recognizable masked faces. She pointed to one with a large white spider on his chest.

“That’s Peter.”

He gave you a polite salute which you returned, giving him a compliment about his suit as well. A familiar plastic Lego figure came ambling down the way. Gwen pointed to him.

“That’s Peter.”

The Lego twisted his hooked handpiece in your direction. You gave him a startled wave in response, looking thoroughly perplexed. Next, a car came cruising along and she pointed at it.

“That’s also Peter.”

The car honked as it sped by. You didn’t even react this time. Up ahead, Gwen spotted Ben, sitting off to the side with his tightly curled up to his chest. She sighed, halfheartedly pointed in his direction.

“That’s—”

“—let me guess, Peter?” you cut in, shooting her an unimpressed look.

She laughed. “No, that’s Ben.”

You let out a quiet oh and gave him a concerned look. Ben roused at the sound of his name, looking at the both of you with an absolutely pitiful expression.

“I would greet you guys, but I’m in the middle of a very traumatic flashback,” he moaned, overblown sorrow tinging his words.

Your eyebrows knitted together, and you started to say something, but Gwen pushed you forward by your shoulders, throwing a bye, Ben! over her shoulder. “Trust me, it isn’t worth it,” she mumbled at the confused look you gave her.

She continued guiding you by your shoulders, ignoring the odd looks from passing spiders, until you stopped short suddenly, making her crash into your back.

You were frozen, mouth agape, and eyes locked on something across the way. “Is that a t-rex?”

Following your gaze, Gwen beamed and nodded. “Yep. That’s Spider-Rex.” You gaped.

“Hey Pter!” she yelled with a wave. A ground-shaking roar echoed through the compound in response, scaring more than a few spiders and making Gwen chuckle. After a few more moments of gawking, you unfroze and continued following her, though your eyes still trailed the dinosaur in the distance.

The rest of the tour went without a hitch, the only small stops being a break to pet Spider-Cat and a short introduction to Margo. Soon enough, she was leading you down the long, dark hall to Miguel’s sanctuary.

Miguel, seemingly sensing your guys’ incoming presence, activated his platform and let it start making its way down. Very, very slowly. He wasn’t even halfway down by the time you guys made it into the heart of his den. Gwen barely resisted facepalming. He did this with every newbie, and it got more embarrassing each time. She leaned over to you, suppressing a grimace at the bewildered look on your face.

“I know, it’s slow. He just really likes his dramatic entrances,” she explained away, watching Miguel’s platform descend from above ever so slowly.

You both stood there for minutes, until finally, the platform stopped, and Miguel turned to peer down on you with a look that would have made Gwen cower a few months ago, but now just made her want to heave a deep sigh.

“Miguel, this is the new recruit from Earth-69,” she announced, voice rising at the end with the remnants of a poorly contained laugh. You didn’t seem to catch it, but Miguel did. He gave her a look that told her to knock it off and she did. Hesitantly.

He stepped off the platform and approached, eyes solely on you. “I see. Welcome. We’re glad to have you, but unfortunately, your briefing will have to wait as something has come up.” He turned his gaze to Gwen then, and her posture straightened as she realized what he was about to say.

“Gwen, I’ve got a mission for you.”

“Yes! Finally,” Gwen replied. But he was giving her that look. Her excitement wavered, realization setting in. “Please, don’t say tha—”

“You’ll be needing a partner for this mission.”

Gwen groaned. She hated partner missions. Even when she got the opportunity to pair up with people she liked, she much preferred to go solo. She just worked better alone—always had and always would. She tried to plead with Miguel, “C’mon, Miguel, you know I’m—"

“This is non-negotiable, Gwen,” he cut her off with that annoyingly authoritative tone that she couldn’t stand. “Pick a partner and get going ASAP. I want this done as quickly as possible.”

He walked off then, likely to find Jessica, leaving Gwen to sulk. And she did for about thirty seconds before pulling herself together. When Miguel wanted something done, it needed to get done. She could sulk more later. For now, she shifted her focus to finding an apt partner.

Her go-to’s were off the table. Pavitr was off on his own solo mission and Hobie was off doing lord knew what. Probably something anarchy related. She would have to find someone else.

Jessica was always busy these days, and she was taking less and less missions as her due date neared anyway, so she was off the table. She wasn’t asking Ben because she valued her remaining sanity. Peter B was an option, but he’d want to bring his baby along and Gwen was not equipped to deal with that. But maybe Web-Slinger would work. Or one of the various Peters. Or…maybe someone new.

Her eyes drifted over to you, still at her side despite the tour being technically over. She sized you up, once, twice, then one more time for good measure. You could work, but she knew nothing about how you operated in the field. The entire time, you watched her with a raised brow, unafraid of her judgment.

She crossed her arms, leveled you with a careful look. “On a scale from 1-10, how would you rate your combat ability?”

“10/10, but I may be a bit biased,” you responded immediately, still maintaining eye contact.

Her chin jerked up, eyes narrowing. “Confident, okay. How about web-slinging ability?”

“9.5/10.”

“9.5?”

“I might’ve hit a bird last time,” you said with a small grimace, “but everything else was flawless. Promise.”

That was good enough for Gwen. She uncrossed her arms and stepped closer, giving you a sly smile.

“Well then, newbie, how would you like to go on your first mission?”

You were pulling on your mask before she could even finish, red fabric veiling your wide smirk. “Let’s do it.”

With a nod, she inputted the coordinates Miguel sent her and watched as a corresponding portal spawned with a brilliant burst of light and color. The sight never got old, no matter how many times she saw it. You stepped up to her side and she sent you a sideways glance, a smile creeping onto her face.

Partner missions sucked, but she had a feeling this one wouldn’t be so bad.

[hail-brod]

Smile, Smile. 1

Gwen Stacy x FReader

Next chapter: Part 2 || Masterlist

W!: Cursing, Implication of Depression, Suicide, Some ATSV Spoilers.

Gwen Stacy harboured feelings for you but she resists it. Then again, it's never easy to forget something so beautiful.

Gwen Stacy crushed on you.

You didn't knew of course. Gwen hid it like an expert, intent on burying it deep down because she had other things to worry about. Being Ghost-Spider and mourning the loss of a close friend was proven to be agonizingly tough on her part. What more when her father chooses to pursue the supposed to be 'killer' which was actually her.

There was no room for silly little crushes when she's all that occupied.

When she met Miles, she clearly had a speck of interest in knowing him more. It was her deprived self looking for someone to confide in and that led something inside of her to bloom. A spark of hope and easiness. They we're both spider-persons and she felt this feeling of connection, not like the buzz that comes when they face off with another spider-person, but a connection that just felt...refreshing. Even the others that tagged along, all with their spider personas, she felt like she belonged somewhere.

She was recharged with emotions that stopped flowing.

But you,

You never really left her mind.

As much as she wanted to forget and ignore, you we're like a butterfly fluttering around in her mind, stunningly blessed with flattering wings that always mesmerized her—and she couldn't bring herself to swat your existence away.

She really tried. But you we're always popping in her mind. Even if she managed to forget you for a day, you we're always at the back of her mind, like a memory wriggling it's way up to corrupt her mind.

How could someone like you hold so much power over her mind?

You we're just a girl that she met on a rainy day, offering her an umbrella with a bright smile that overpowered the dark skies, as if you weren't just standing next to a superhero in a spider costume.

Gwen had no words that time. She couldn't do so. It was the day her father had promised to spite her spider self and chase her to the fiery ends of hell. She didn't know what to do that time. She was just a conflicted soul, sulking in the cold embrace of a storm.

And you we're there. A witness to her lone form, with the mask concealing her emotions.

You gave her that smile. That damn smile that made everything lit up. That damn smile that took over her mind ever since that day. That damn smile that made her recognize you in the halls of her school. That damn smile that was willing to wash her worries away even if she told herself she didn't need it. That damn smile that made her reconsider her views to get to know you.

When she finally did face you as Gwen, you still had that same damn smile.

But there was a slight difference when she's not looking at you through her mask,

You looked prettier.

In her eyes, you we're clear as day and blinding like the sun.

Honestly, how did she not notice you before? In the same school and same neighborhood. You we're always nearby, attending a few of the same classes as her. And yet here she is, only realizing and seeing it. How come you weren't the talk of everyone else? Is it just her or no one else truly sees how beguiling you are?

Introducing herself to you was simple enough on her part, socializing was never a scary thing for her. And yet, why does it feel like she's melting in consciousness whenever she meets your eyes? You exchange names and the way you asked anything about her was calculating and genuine, politeness seeping through your words.

Sure, the amount of formality you show was unusual but it was refreshing.

Days flew by and Gwen would always spot you in the school hallways. In the classroom. School campus. And even in the streets as Ghost-Spider. She would stop on her tracks to greet you at school and you would greet back with more enthusiasm than she can show, and she always appreciates it.

Sometimes you would beckon her to join you in lunch and she would take a moment to bring in what you're offering before accepting your invitation with a smile that made her stomach flutter in delight. A few of those lunches with you was spent with her giving you fond gazes as you chatter about why raccoons are actually cute. As you go on and on, you've never noticed the way Gwen lifts up a soft smile whenever you crack a joke or when she glances at you in amusement with her cheek resting on her palm atop the table.

Those we're the only times Gwen could feel serenity.

But she knows it's only temporary. As Ghost-Spider, she couldn't afford to let you in on the other side of the coin. She doesn't know if she could take it anymore when you would be captured in the web of chaos that is being a spider-person.

From then on, you only came to be someone Gwen admired from afar.

But then, it was only one thing that caught her eye when she came to visit Miles' universe again.

"What the hell..."

"Huh? What...What is it?" Miles asked.

Gwen didn't bothered to listen to the boy the first time as she breathes out gasps of shock. Her fingertips grazed the fresh newspaper as she eventually started gripping it too tightly. Her eyes solely focused on one section of the article, featuring a photo of your strained smile.

A smile that was so foreign she didn't thought you're capable of wearing it.

It wasn't bright. No. Nowhere close.

"Gwen, what's wrong?" Worry could be traced on Miles' question as he tried to peek on what caught her attention.

"She..." The girl trailed off.

Skimming through the articles that took most of the paper, Miles soon realized where she was looking at.

And he could only frown in gloom.

"[Y/N] [L/N]...." He started. "Do...Do you know her?"

He took noticed how her gaze was scorned with such disbelief and....sadness. There must be something deeper than what he knows that connects her and his ex-schoolmate, but he doesn't want to pry further when the girl looks like it had affected her greatly.

But either way, she tries to answer. "I- I do...." Mouth agape, she doesn't know if she should inquire further. "Shit...I- "

What happened?

When she was thrown into this universe, she didn't saw your other self. Yet, how did you end up in the same school that she temporarily went to? You could have possibly transferred when she was gone but- what the fuck happened?

She's completely aware that, this is not her [Y/N]. And things we're bound to be different because this is a different universe. But what changed? Why changed? What kind of event that caused something like this to happen? Even if you weren't the one on that newspaper, how could it be any different when it's your literal other self who might actually think like you and feel like you. Some things are bound to happen and she might just fear what fate has in store for you.

It scares her.

'VISIONS ACADEMY STUDENT, COMMITS SUICIDE'

You could've been good at fooling her with that damn smile- or maybe not. But she'll make sure you're smiling without hiding anything underneath it.

Next chapter: Part 2 || Masterlist

Ko-fi?

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 18

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

Silk straps pushed up her shoulders, the top of her dress dips down fitted to her chest, the rest glides down her body, falling in sync with her hips, a high slit up the side. Her hair done up with big, loose curls falling over her exposed shoulders. Pulling up the zipper on the side, securely tucking her into the dress. Grabbing a heel off the edge of the bed, she places her foot on the bench at the end of the bed, strapping on her shoe.

His eyes slip up her exposed leg, smirking when he stops at the top, where her dress exposes her secret.

“Really?” He chuckles, adjusting the sleeves on his tux, buttoning the cuffs.

“Problem, Boss Man?” She smirks at him, still leaning forward, putting on her other shoe.

He shakes his head, unable to stop grinning. “Nope.”

Straightening up, she smooths a hand down her dress, touching a curl watching herself in the mirror. “Besides it’s our siblings wedding day. You can never be too safe.” She smirks at herself, before turning it on him.

Chewing the edge of his bottom lip watching her.

Fucking stunning.

“Thought you were always safe with me?” He repeats her words at her.

Moving towards him, she adjusts the collar on his button down, dragging her hands down his chest. Slowly pressing herself against him, he wraps his arms around her, holding her against him.

“That’s something I’ll never doubt.” She presses a soft kiss to his lips.

“What’s the switch blade for?” He grins, leaning in to kiss her again.

She laughs, her head tipping back, he quickly kisses her there. A slight shiver runs through her. Bringing her head back, she moves in closer, brushing her nose against his softly.

“If hell comes for you, they better be ready for war.” She whispers between them.

Claiming her mouth quickly, roughly.

Adjusting my curls over my shoulders. TC holds my elbow helping me down the stairs in my heels.

“You have to see him, huh?” He smirks at me, knowing dark eyes watching me.

“TC, he’s my brother. I only want to make sure he’s ready and everything is perfect for his wedding.” I smile sweetly at him.

He chuckles quietly, shaking his head.

“Your mother will have your ass and mine, if you have bruised knuckles in the wedding photos.” He reminds me.

“No bruises, I promise. No fighting.” I assure him, patting him on the chest, with my free hand, the other holding my bouquet of flowers.

“You know they say you shouldn’t believe anything sweet coming from the mouth of the devil, right?” He laughs, leading me towards the groom’s suite. He knocks on the door, making me snort. I rip the door open, stepping in with TC behind me. The room comes to a stop, all eyes on me.

“Chaos?” Clint smirks at me, sitting on the window seal, smoking.

“Boys, damn.” I let out a low whistle, looking around. Steve, Bucky, Clint, Peter, Howie, my father and George all well dressed in tux’s, looking like the well-dressed mafia men they are.

“Could say the same thing, Darlin.” George grins at me.

Popping a hip, I give the bouquet a twirl, winking at him.

“Satan really is fitting for you.” Steve grins. “Looking ready to kill.”

“Yeah, isn’t this Howie and Becca’s wedding?” Peter laughs.

Rolling my eyes at them, I hand the flowers to TC.

“Oh just wait till you see Bec’s. Puts me to shame.” I sass.

Bucky tips his head to the side, nose crinkled.

“Okay, well I won’t be stealing the light from her.” I smile, waving him off.

“What brought you down here?” My father chuckles at me.

“Excuse me? I’m just a baby sister today. My brother is getting married.” I smile at him, moving towards Howie. “I just want to say my congratulations and tell him I’m so happy for him.” I look to my brother.

“Is that all?” Bucky watches me with a pointed look.

“I already promised Mom no fighting. I break that promise and we have to have a catholic wedding.” I huff, pouting slightly. The room laughs.

“Ruthless.” George grins.

“Catholic weddings are two hours long, for just the ceremony.” I whine.

“I know.” George grins. There’s something knowing, almost sinister in the way he lights up.

“Oh my god, Daddy Barnes, did you put the idea in my mothers head?” I blink at him in shock.

He shrugs, smirking at me. I turn looking at Bucky.

“Oh I so see where you get your underhanded bullshit from.” I crinkle my nose at him. He winks at me, grinning.

“You’ll behave today than?” Howie grins at me.

“Of course, I would never ruin your wedding.” I smile at him. He leans in to hug me. Wrapping my arms around his middle, I let him rock us from side to side. Taking in his warmth, the scent of my brother, the feeling of his tux under my cheek.

“Thank you, Smalls.” He kisses the top of my head.

Pulling back slightly, I smile up at him. “Of course, How, I’m so proud of you.” I pull back one hand, slamming my fist into his gut. He gasps, stooping forward.

“Hey!”

“Saw that coming.”

Howie leans forward, I smooth my hand down his back. Leaning in close to his ear.

“You ever, ever fuck around like that again, put my girl at risk. I’ll break your fucking sternum, Howard Stark. I’ll beat you within an inch of your life, and watch you suffer. Don’t ever fucking test me again.” I whisper. He coughs, struggling to breathe in.

“Deep breaths, big brother. You walk in ten.” I kiss his cheek, patting him on the back. I turn, finding the room of men watching me, smirking.

“Fucking Satan.” Clint sighs.

I wink, blowing him a kiss as I move towards TC.

“You need to meet the girls at the top of the stairs in five.” He reminds me, handing me the flowers again.

“See you down the aisle boys.” I turn smiling at them as I’m ushered out the room by TC.

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Standing at the top of the stairs. All of us girls lined up, Bobbi in the front, first to walk. I stand in front of Becca, helping adjust her veil.

“Okay, perfect.” I grin at her.

“Yeah?” She looks up with pretty blue eyes, painted red lips in a grin.

“Too good for my brother.” I grin at her.

She grins wider at me. Dropping my forehead to hers, my hands on her arms, squeezing softly.

“Welcome to being a Stark, Bec’s. You’re more than a wife. Worth killing for.” I whisper between the two of us.

“I always wanted a sister.” She giggles.

“Well you get three now.” I laugh, pulling back.

The music starts and Bobbi waits for her que, to start down the stairs.

“Keep your hands up.” I wink at Bec’s, straightening up.

“Watch your back.” She grins, we slap hands, sliding them apart, bumping the side of our fist together. Winking at her I turn back around as Wanda starts down the stairs.

Vows exchanged, photos taken, dinner served. Speeches underway.

“Welcome to the Barnes Family, Howard. No take backs, and good luck with your new wife and baby sister, they’re quit the team.” George laughs, the room follows.

“Hey!” Becca and I scoff at the same time.

“I just want to say, Bec you’re in for a thrill, us Stark Woman are nothing short of a surprise.” I grin at her. “We’ll need to work on your right hook though, it needs a blessing.” I nod, laughing as everyone else does too.

It’s the last chorus of the first dance. Photographer snapping photos, those around taking phone pictures. Settling back against Buck’s chest, watching our siblings in their married bliss.

It’s a clinking noise. At the wrong time. Drawing attention away from the dance floor, shifting to look, Bucky does as well.

“Well, well,” Eddie stands on a chair, holding a butter knife and champagne glass “looks like I’m too late for the any objections.” He grins darkly.

The reception coming to a stop.

My eyes hit blue eyes, worry flashes, fear lingers in the depth of them.

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T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Beginning of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

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Sometimes she wished he knew. But she tried so hard to disguise the truth, he walked around with a bright smile that lit up the room so she acted like she was happy. She sat there day after day, thinking.

Wondering.

If his mind played this game too. Thinking about him and her. Miles and Harmony. Together. Not Miles and Gwen.

The girl that was the complete opposite of Harmony.

Short blonde hair with one side shaved instead of long dark brown goddess braids.

Bright blue eyes instead of honey brown eyes.

Pale skin instead of deep brown skin.

A spider person instead of a normal student in Brooklyn.

In a completely different dimension instead of dimension 1610.

Even though they were completely different. They both shared one same factor. They were both crushing on the hopeless dork that manages to be late to everything and charm his way out of trouble. The same lanky kid that swings around the cities in New York and save countless lives. The same kid that buries his head in one of his many sketchbooks and fills the pages with the same thing.

Gwen Stacy.

Harmony decided to pretend that her feelings didn’t exist to save her the heartbreak and embarrassment of crushing on her best friend. At least until it all made sense.

Yeah. That’ll work.

“Harmony?” Miles called out, waving his hand in front of her face to bring her back to reality. “You listening?”

Harmony shot him a small smile and nodded as he continued on with his rant about how the new ‘villain of the week’ he encountered earlier that day and soon derailing into what Gwen would do.

Seeing him face to face and realizing how different everything had changed made her think about the days they used to be. When they would sit on this same roof top and watch the sunset. Like they are now. Except it was full of laughter and it wasn’t a one sided conversation. It wasn’t about the ‘villain of the week’ or ‘the one that got away’. It was always about art and the new album that came out earlier in the week or debates about which pizza place was the best or what Jordans would look better with whatever outfit they could put together. That was before everything changed.

Before Miles became the friendly neighborhood hero. Before his Uncle Aaron died. Before the multiverse was at stake. Before Miles fell for Gwen.

Don’t make a scene. Don’t make a scene.

Harmony thought while holding in an annoyed breath.

“Harmony? What’s wrong?” Miles asked. He looked concerned. It made her a little happy.

At least he still cares.

“Nothing Morales. Worry about your own.” She said, pushing his shoulder and laughing.

I’m trying not to make it seem like I want you. Even if it’s true.

“If you say so Harmony.” He said with a smile, turning back to look off into the city.

Harmony. Not Ny Ny or Ny or any of the stupid nicknames he came up with when they were younger. Just Harmony. Boring and plain Harmony.

She watched the sun sit on his skin, it made her feel warm and fuzzy. She remembered when they used to have sleepovers at his house. Smushed on his twin sized bed, reading comic books together all night not realizing until the sun came up. But that didn’t matter, because they were happy. Comfortable.

Harmony Jones wanted to stay in the world they created. The world that they filled with Uncle Aaron’s music, Mama Rio’s cooking, Papa Davis’ jokes, and Miles’ art. But that world was gone now. She believed that nothing and nobody would break the bond they had. She believed that she couldn’t find anyone that would get her like Miles so she never went out looking for anything. Never had a boyfriend. Or any situations like it. All she needed was Miles.

Sure, Harmony had other friends. But at the end of the day the only one she knew she could fall back on was Miles Morales. The boy from down the street that would put bandaids on her scraped knees when she would fall playing basketball. The boy that would write letters to her in class when she was having a bad day. The boy that would always give her his full attention when she wanted or needed it.

“Harmony. What are you thinking about?” Miles stopped talking a while ago when he realized his friend wasn’t listening to him like she said she was. Harmony was always lost in thought and he had to give it to her. She had him beat.

“Nothing.” She responded.

“Harmony. I need you to be honest with me. You’re always switching up. Well, not switching up, but you’re lost in thought a lot and that isn’t like you. I’m worried about you.”

He looked concerned. He really did. He was worried about his friend.

“It’s nothing Miles. Swear. I’m just worried about this exam coming up.”

Lies.

He believed it though.

And she believed that they would be good. Except she had to accept the fact that they’ve been done. Long before anything begun. They weren’t together, they never were and they probably never will be.

Harmony Jones lets him lead her on. The times he came crawling through her window, battered and bruised pleading for help so he doesn’t have to explain to his parents why he looks the way he does. It ends with him falling asleep in her bed. An arm around her waist and his head buried in her neck. Along with him gone before the morning comes.

It was a continuous thing. She was used to it. Did she want to get used to it? No, but it was as close as she was going to get to anything with Miles. He leaned on her and she leaned on him. Even if that meant having to listen to him gush about some girl that was only here for three days then gone for the next year and a half without a single word.

Even if it meant having to be there and have her heart torn in two while she watched Miles fall for someone that wasn’t her.

All because she disguised the truth and let her mind play this game.

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ALPHABET HEADCANONS

Gwen Stacy

Pairing - Gwen Stacy x GN Reader !

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Initially, Gwen wasn’t too fond of physical touch let alone PDA. Being in a relationship was a new concept to her, sure she's had some crushes here and there and flirted a few times, but this ground for her was completely untouched. You had been the one to initiate anything most of the time, Gwen lives in her self-doubt, she would never want to make a move on you and have you be uncomfortable.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Gwen was hesitant about getting into a relationship, she didn't want to lose someone who meant so much to her again. When she finally got around to asking you out, she invited you over to her place, sneaking off to the rooftop. As you watched the sunset together, she would steal a couple of glances at you, occasionally grazing her hand over yours. She’d end your date hangout by confessing all her feelings for you, not being able to fully form words, anxiety had taken over her, leaving her at a loss for words as she roamed her eyes over you, taking in your beauty.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She loves to cuddle with you, for her it's comforting, being in your arms makes her feel safe knowing she can trust you and that you’re hers. She will trap you in her arms any chance she gets, she pulls your leg over her waist, nuzzling her head in-between the crook of your neck, hands tangled in your hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Gwen dreams of settling down with you somewhere in the countryside, living on a cute little ranch. The thought of being with you forever, having you all for herself, she’s completely in love and I mean WHIPPED. But of course, we all know Gwen definitely probably can’t cook, although she tries her best for you, the poor girl can’t help but give in to her roots. She definitely enjoys helping you out in the kitchen though, or simply just watching you with her big heart eyes. On the bright side, Gwen isn’t terrible at cleaning, she frequently tries her best to clean her room before she invites you over, if she’d let you in to her room in the state it usually always is, she’d pass away out of embarrassment. She insists that her room just messes itself up, I mean is it really her fault everything just falls out of place?

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If it came down to ending the relationship, she’d put her life into, she’d rather do it peacefully over arguing. This is Gwen’s worst fear, she wouldn’t even dare think about having to let you go, she just loves you too much to ever do so. Unfortunately, most breakups are inevitable, if yours is, it’s most likely because of her obligation as spider woman. She doesn’t want to hurt you, it absolutely pains her to do so, breaking up with you would be Gwen’s last resort to keeping you safe.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

A commitment like this would typically terrify Gwen, if it didn’t mean committing to you, of course. Gwen would be eager to make you hers forever, although it would take her a while to get to the point of actually doing so.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

At first, Gwen is her usual stoic self, she doesn’t open up to you much. As you spend more time together, she learns to trust again, letting you hold her as you listen to all her worries. After a long day of patrolling, she longs to be in your presence again. And when she finally is, she never leaves your side. Her touch is slow and gentle, hands tracing patterns into your skin, whenever Gwen holds you like this, she gets lost in cloud 9. The world seems to stop in moments like this, all her worries and stress fading away. She isn’t a very emotional person, or at least she prefers not to be, she usually puts her feelings aside out of habit, not wanting to be a burden. But when you encourage her to let her feelings out, the walls she’d put up for herself crumble as she pours her feelings out to you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Absolutely loovess your hugs, always making sure you have your arms around her whenever she can. She insists on laying on top of you whenever you’re hanging out in your room. Whenever she gives you hugs of her own, she likes them to last long, not wanting to have you out of her arms so soon. Gwen prefers to give you back hugs or hug your waist (the hand placement is insane) just to tease you, your reaction is always the same, but she just finds it amusing every single time.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Gwen is hesitant to say tell you how much she loves you, even though she’d be the first one to say the big l-word. It’s taken her a few months to warm up to you, when she finally says it, it’s totally on accident, it just slips out while she’s letting her thoughts out. She’s immediately embarrassed and starts apologizing, until you’d calm her down and reassure her that you love her too. She’d eventually start saying it more often, confident that you’d feel the same way.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She doesn’t get overly jealous, but there are some instances where she feels you’ve found someone better than her, no amount of reassurance could get rid of these thoughts. Losing the people, she’d loved so much has become something she just had to accept and doing so with you would be completely disheartening for her. Whenever she thinks someone’s getting too friendly with you, she either tells them off or simply pulls you closer to her, you rarely ignore her behavior, cutting the conversation short to give her the rest of your attention. If you don’t pick up on this, she’ll ask you to keep your distance from them while keeping a pout on her face.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

She likes to kiss you slowly, savoring the moment. She doesn't like to rush things with you, as the rest of her life is always rushed, she gets to put that past her with you. Gwen likes to kiss every part of you, she typically goes for your neck while your oblivious to her sneaking up on you. She steals small kisses from you, scattering a few across your face. Gwen has no preference for when you kiss her, she always feels blissful while receiving affection from you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Gwen insists that she dislikes them, although she finds herself thinking about raising a couple with you quite often. Of course, she’d never admit it unless you’d expressed your desire to do so. She can’t help but enjoy herself when she gets caught up while engaging in their fantasies.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Your first morning together, was spent the night after you’d reciprocated love for Gwen. You were greeted by Gwen, grinning down at you, scattering small kisses across your face while holding you close, she’d refuse to let you go after having you enclosed in her arms, wanting to cherish this forever.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Your nights spent together are usually after Gwen had finished her patrolling, crawling in through your window, preferring to stay with you rather than going back to her father, who’d usually stay up late to investigate his daughter about where she’d run off too. If she’d come back to injured, immediately, you’d run off to fetch your first aid kid you’d keep around just for her. She would refuse, insisting she was fine even when she clearly, was not. Making a few sarcastic remarks along the way, she’d express her gratitude both verbally and physically, keeping you by her side the rest of the night, enveloping you in her arms.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

When Gwen got to the point of being able to trust you enough that she’d be able to rant to you, she’d probably never be ready to tell you about her hidden identity, spider woman, better known as Ghost Spider. You’d suspected she was hiding something from you, leaving randomly during the night, not answering your calls or texts, it left you wondering, most of all, worried. This behavior had been ongoing before you’d even had the chance to think about committing to a relationship with her, it bothered you, so, you decided to confront her about it.

Gwen couldn't bear the guilt of not telling you the truth about her, she felt you deserved to know who she truly was, and obviously, if she wanted this to work out, she had to be open with you. She’d sit you down and try her best to calmly explain, she was insanely nervous, she was terrified of you leaving her when you’d find out, she isn’t exactly, praised for what she does.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Gwen’s always been extremely patient with you, not wanting to mess things up, she’d calmly try to de-escalate the situation. If you’ve been pushing her buttons, she’ll be quick to shut you down. She’ll never want to get to the point of having to argue, let alone yell.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She’d never forget anything you’ve told her, sometimes, she’d pretend to do so, in hopes of not seeming obsessed, which she totally is. If you complained to her, she'd try her best to resolve the issue for you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

She couldn’t possibly choose one moment; she loves all the moments she’s with you. The moments she moats enjoys though, are the ones where she’s able to completely forget about her worries, she seems to do this whenever she’s in your presence. However, the ones where she’d only be able to think about you no matter how much she’d tried not too (she never did), the moments she’d felt like she was in a dream. She’ll hold on to those forever.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Gwen would be mortified if even the slightest misstep had resulted in discarding your safety. She’d do anything and everything she can to keep you safe, if anything were to happen to you, she’d always blame herself for it.

Gwen already feels safe when she’s with you, especially when she’s in your arms. You never fail to comfort her, she’d never felt uncomfortable or unwelcome with you, you’d always make her feel protected.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Gwen does everything in her power to make your dates the best, since she usually has to either ditch or completely miss your dates due to her duties. She’d desperately make it all up to you, her favorite dates are when she takes you out in the evenings to go sight-seeing around the city.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Gwen’s habits are a just the effectives of her stress, she usually bites her nails and picks at her skin. Leaving scars and usually drawing blood, you’d always try and find ways to help her out, but she’d always give in to her habits.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She isn’t typically self-conscious, but ever since you’d shown interest in her. She’d find herself worrying about her outfits or how her hair looked that day. She’d pick herself apart, trying to find ways to improve her look, desperately wanting to impress you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?

Gwen counts down the minutes to when she finally has the chance to see you again, dreading every second she’s not with you. When she’d finally see you again, her face would immediately light up, running up to you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She has godly hand placement, likes to wrap her arms around your lower waist, whenever she’s hugging you, walking, whatever.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She hates overly strong perfume; it makes her nauseous. She wouldn’t be too picky about what her partner should my do, what she really hates is lying, especially about where you’ve been.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Gwen snores, a lot. Refuses to admit it, you’d tease her frequently about it, she’d be very defensive. But it’s definitely true. She also sleeps with her stuffed animals, mostly the ones you’ve given her, it helps comfort her at night when you aren’t with her.

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Intermission (2/?)

(1/?)

Gwen’s eyes searched for Miles only for a second, and found him at the center of the room.

She gasped.

Wherever Miles went, he carried the lucid, prismic visage and bold colors of his universe with him, like he himself was a proud monument to where he came from for all to see. A brand new ocean of color erupted from his form and stained her walls with yellow that bled out like streams into the surrounding hues, creating marigold at the ends of the yellow streams. With Miles at the very center of it all, his mahogany complexion glowing from within the golden psychedelia his presence in her world produced, it looked like sunflowers.

A bouquet of sunflowers just for her. The sight had an insatiable hold on Gwen’s gaze and wouldn't let go. Not that she was pleading for it to.

Miles was marveling at the visage of Gwen’s world, his hands clutching at his temples as his breathing shallowed (Gwen was genuinely worried he might start hyperventilating), his legs going on autopilot as he took slow, hypnotic steps to explore the room, like it was the greatest art museum he'd ever been brought to.

Then Miles’ eyes found Gwen.

Now it was Miles’ turn to gasp, his hands falling from his head to go palms up like someone surrendering as he stepped away from Gwen in absolute awe. His eyes sparkled in captivated wonder as they danced up and down Gwen’s entire form, which she just remembered must’ve been enveloped from head to toe in lush, pastel flecks, as if painted on her by an artist from a higher, divine plane.

Time seemed to stop for both of them as they finally locked eyes. Miles’ full lips grew into a smile so wide the fat of his cheeks squished up into his teary eyes causing them to squint in disbelief at the saccharine visual splendor that was happening all around them.

Gwen’s lips formed a wobbly smile that broke into a still almost-quiver, her widening eyes stinging with unshed tears as she swallowed the lump in her throat. Miles had Gwen's world spinning like a ballerina in a music box dancing to the most otherworldly psychedelic music.

The pair’s shared unrelenting state of wonderment at the other had come to a screeching halt when Miles’ eyes finally fell onto the demolition that surrounded their feet. “Oh my God, did someone break into your house?!”

Gwen was touched by her dad’s haste to quit, but she really wouldn’t have minded if he hadn’t prioritized it over tidying up after her departure.

Gwen waved it off. “Eh, opening a portal indoors can leave a pretty big mess behind. This was the second one today.” She sucked her teeth in self-reproach. “Shoulda opened it on the rooftop. I’m a—” Gwen tapped her finger to her temple “—forgetful spider, Miles." She trotted nonchalantly over the wreckage to her bedroom door, her excitement at seeing her room again growing with each step. Her lips were starting to curl into an unexpected smile.

It was left slightly ajar, just enough to see inside. Enough for Gwen’s eyes to immediately spot a few posters, some favored tops hanging in her dresser, and other cherished possessions that the mere sight of them again had nostalgia blossoming in her heart. After a brief hesitation, Gwen gingerly swept the door open, her palm remaining on its cracked surface a few seconds more before departing.

Her steady eyes wandered the walls of the room she grew up in, traces of her childhood days on full display like it was an exhibit on the life of Gwen Stacy.

Gwen’s hand hovered over everything that was near where she walked, ready to touch, feel and hold anything that gave her a strong recollection.

Her hand eventually landed on sheets of music layed out on her vanity. She picked up the one sitting on top and brought it to her eyes. MJ had begged Gwen for months to offer up her own songwriting talents for the band. All because her songbook just had to be left out in the open on her vanity unattended when MJ dropped by to lend her a studded blazer. And MJ just had to be completely blown away by Gwen’s work. And Gwen just had to be an insanely talented (and wildly closeted) songwriter. The song now sat there unfinished, collecting dust. Just one of many forgotten, unfulfilled promises she’d made to others.

The Mary Janes. It felt like Gwen's heart had just been stung by a bee at the mere thought of them, guilt and shame spiking within her. Just thinking about their last encounter–the afternoon before Gwen was practically banished from her dimension–it made her queasy. Now, she wanted to go back. Turn back the time and let them in. Let herself lean into their support. Friends that could've happened.

Connections that could’ve been made. Connections that could have kept her from being alone and isolated for nearly two years. And she turned her nose up at all of it.

Gwen remembered how she would always brood over how much she hated her life, how she wanted to leave it all behind the moment she hit 18. She’d grab her cassettes, her guitar, a knapsack, and just jump into some rundown van with those flaming rainbows painted on the sides, and head south. Make her living playing music to quirky, like-minded locals in Virginian hamlets.

Now, Gwen longed for all that was still here, in her possession.

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Matt's Protective Tendencies Regarding Gwen

So, for this post, I want to focus on three moments (cause with that many this is still gonna be too long aha) that stuck out to me on my second read-through. It's important to note these examples because Matt's relationship with Gwen is the closest we get to seeing him caring about anyone or anything.

Matt threatening George Stacy

This one is the most complex of the three. There are many layers to this scene but I think it's telling how Matt makes Gwen the center of the conversation. Also, he resorts to personal attacks on George's ability to protect Gwen and be a good father to her.

Matt does seem controlled in this scene to a certain extent, clearly there with the intention to taunt George, but I think he's... not as controlled as he appears.

This is the first time in the run we've really seen him use a more hands-on approach. So far, he's used legal loopholes, threats, manipulation, and so on. He's dodged (quite literally in some cases) every chance at a physical altercation.

Here, he shows up in relatively casual clothes (another interesting choice. the only time we ever see this.) and he eventually ends up holding George Stacy in a chokehold over the side of a building.

In the previous panel he's in, he's meditating when he's contacted by George. He picked up his phone on the second ring (not the first, despite how obvious the disruption is. hes trying to give the impression of nonchalance). He goes through the efforts of pretending to not know who's calling even though he definitely does.

When we see him again, it appears as though he's only changed his shirt before showing up at George's house. It's not the next day, it's probably not even an hour later. He was waiting for George to call. I'd be tempted to say he was growing impatient.

He starts with cheap attacks on George's morality and his job, petty things. It very quickly escalates.

Frank Castle had recently proven to be quite a threat to Gwen. Castle wants to kill Spider-Woman. Matt is refusing to let that happen. But, he wants George to be the one to make the call.

He's very dedicated to protecting Gwen but he also needs Gwen to trust him a tiny bit. He knows that if he outright kills Frank that Gwen would lose all faith in him. She would drop contact immediately and refuse to work with him again.

Yet, he's so persistent about protecting her, he goes to George to try and get him to do it. Matt wants Frank dead. Out of the equation. He's willing to physically threaten George, to get angry, to show maybe just a little too much of himself. He's trying every personal attack he can. And in his desperation to force George's hand, he reveals a lot about his motives. Even George picks up on this.

George is talking about what he thinks he sees in Matt. He thinks Matt killing Frank outright would show how bad Matt is, how cold and immoral he is, therefore losing Gwen's willingness to work for him. When really, it shows how dedicated and desperate Matt is. Matt cannot-- cannot-- lose Gwen. He needs her because for the first time since he was a child he has the chance to no longer feel alone.

He needs his plan to work. He can't have Frank mess it up but he also can't push Gwen too far away from him. So, he does all of this instead.

This is one of the most interesting goddamn lines in the whole scene. This is in the middle of Matt's attempt to attack George's ability to be a good father, his ability to protect Gwen. In that, Matt lets this slip out.

He's obviously projecting himself onto Gwen. And I also think he projects his relationship with Jack onto George but that's a discussion for another post.

So, does he think he's protecting Gwen from becoming like him? Making the hard decisions so she doesn't have to? He acts like he wants Gwen to become as bad as he does but even Gwen says in the end: he wanted to lose, he wanted to be caught. So...? We know he hates himself. And with the above line, we see the closest Matt ever gets to admitting how he truly feels to someone he lets live.

Gwen's different because Gwen represents a chance for things to go right. Matt needs to protect her because he needs her to succeed.

2. Matt refusing Gwen's apology

I was going to just highlight his first few lines in this panel but the whole thing seemed relevant to this post.

So, when I first read this line, I thought it was borderline out of character. He, of course, can't just refuse her apology, he has to give some self-centered reason why. But, everything he follows up with unintentionally reveals his hand once again.

To Gwen, Matt's reasons sound selfish and cruel. She thinks he just wants to use her, control her. She thinks he's interested in what she can do for him. And, well, he is. But it's never just that.

He wants her safe. He plainly says it. He wants her safe so that he can make sure she's not in danger, to make sure she doesn't die or make any decisions she's going to genuinely regret.

I think Matt's heavy-handedness in regard to Gwen's morality is extremely intentional. You don't change someone's mind about their personal morals by telling them how ridiculous their morals are all day. You don't change their mind by trying to force them to make deals they rather wouldn't. Arguably, that's how you make them stand their ground.

And I think that's what Matt's counting on. He sees it as a win-win, whether Gwen ends up turning evil or not (because if she does then he can finally die). But really... I think he wants her to have a reason to be good. He knows how hard-headed she is, it's one thing he likes about her. So, he knows that antagonizing her will just make her more assured when she comes out on the other side.

If she can stick through to the end and beat him, there's not much that can stop her after that. One important thing about Gwen's development as Spider-Woman is that at the beginning, she doesn't have the strong conviction to do good that 616 Peter has due to his uncle's death.

Peter died in her universe, but it didn't serve the same purpose. She felt guilt over Peter's death, but not the kind that strengthened her morals. It was this crushing guilt that dragged her down, made her lose faith in herself. A lack of confidence like that can quickly lead down a much darker path and we see that in Gwen throughout volume two.

She still needs that push. That final act that'll let her come into her purpose fully. And Matt intends on giving that to her if she's willing to go along with his plan long enough. He crafts himself into a big, bad villain for her. Just so she can be good.

3. Matt protecting Gwen's identity

Matt goes out of his way to make sure Gwen's identity stays safe. He knows her secret identity is important to her. He made sure he tied up his loose ends with Toomes so he wouldn't tell.

The one that's more interesting to me is the fact he didn't even tell his ninja her name. These ninja are assigned to protect her from any harm while they are in a foreign country and an assassin is after Gwen. But Matt doesn't bother giving them her name.

There's not even really a reason for him not to tell them other than him being overly protective of her. It's not like they're going to tell anyone, they're fucking ninja. They're sworn to secrecy out of pure principle.

Yet, Matt doesn't say anything. He could've even used it as a bargaining chip but he doesn't genuinely threaten to reveal her identity even once. Would it have really even affected his plans long term? Her identity is revealed at one point, and he still gets what he wants in the end.

But he never brings it up unless it concerns her identity being revealed in a way that may harm her. He never dangles it in her face. He respects it and protects her.

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These are just a few moments I wanted to talk about. Honestly, the George Stacy one could've been its own post and I'll probably end up making another about it eventually.

Matt is so multifaceted and he shows that best with the people he dares to form attachments to. The main one being Gwen. The way he treats her is the closest he got to caring about someone. It's the closest we get to seeing what he's really like under all his disguises.

He demands control because he thinks that is the only way to protect the ones he's attached to. He knows, in his particular position, that there really is no other way to go about it. And he doesn't want the people he cares about to like him. He doesn't think he deserves it, really.

He wants Gwen to be better, to do better, so he allows her to hate him so much that she has no choice but to come out stronger in the end.

[ghostly-sunflower]

"Alright, people, let's start at the beginning one last time. My name is Gwen Stacy. I was bitten by a radioactive spider. And for the last two years, I've been the one and only Spider-Woman. You guys know the rest."

before we get started, there’s some things that are going to be pointed out here (plz read they are important)

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if you’d like to rp but dont know if ill say yes, just ask. im like a 99 percent chance of saying yes

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my main blog is @flowered-bicycles if you want to check it out!

i also roleplay as @lyrate-lifeform-approximation (LYLA)

mun goes by soka but will normally be referred to as gwen's mun, or not at all

as hard as i will try to be gwen's canon self, i may end up throwing a bit of myself into the rp. pls dont hate, just let me know nicely

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@inhcursed asked: "trust me, if i could go to someone else, i would."

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Peter would be well within his right to slam the door in Harry's face, or call the police, anything but hear him out. It would be reasonable, it would feel justified, after everything that had happened. After Harry had gone out of his way to take Gwen and drag her into the middle of a fight she had no reason to be part of, that ended up getting her killed. After sending a list of powered and enhanced villians, ranging from actively criminal to jaded scientists, in Peter's direction to try and beat him down for good.

After Harry had tried and so very clearly wanting him dead, just because Peter had tried to keep him safe from something terrible...

The day that Harry Osborn got out of Ravencroft, either released or escaped, was something that haunted Peter. Waking nightmares that let him spiral into his own head wondering who would be hurt or killed next because of him. Driving him into keeping himself as isolated from others as possible, with only May left in his life to keep him anything close to grounded. In other ones consuming his dreams. To fill them with that same laugh and malicious, snarling grin he'd witnessed the last time they were together. All accompanied with the echos of crashing metal, explosions, and clock chimes that would cling to him until the day he really did finally die himself.

This? Harry coming to him to ask him for help once again? That wasn't even at the very bottom of the list of reasons why Peter might see his best friend- ...his former best friend, again. It felt like a sick joke from the universe, some poorly disguised plan to try and trick him in the end. A mockery of what had happened before eveything had gone so horribly wrong in the first place.

...and yet that was exactly why Peter was hesitating in the doorway, because Harry was also right. If there was anyone else, anyone in the entire city, that he could go to for help, for anything, he would. Peter should not be on that list of options. Not anymore, and yet if he was being told the truth, that's exactly where his name was. On the list. It was a sick joke, it was insane to believe. It twisted something in his chest that Peter actively tried to pretend wasn't there, even on his worst days. When he hated himself more than anything.

It also begged the question of just what the hell Harry needed help with so badly that he was willing to swallow all of that and come to see Peter.

He hadn't moved or responded for several seconds, which Peter would openly admit he felt entitled to while he debated what to do and tried to just remember to breathe. The door handle in his hand was also, probably, about to be torn off. Just from him trying to keep from cracking over the fact that he'd opened the front door to Harry Osborn. May wasn't home..that was possibly the only thing letting him even try to think rationally and calmly. Finally, he took two steps forward and closed the door behind him, keeping his eyes on Harry and somehow, finding his voice, "Alright, let's talk..."

Harry had come to him, at least possibly, for his help. Which meant he was desperate. Again. Even with five years and the death of Gwen Stacy between them, Peter couldn't bring himself to say no.

[akairawrites]

Not Your Gwen Stacy pt.1

It was quite the only sound coming from the honking of car horns in the distance and the clicking of a clock on the wall. The peaceful silence was interrupted by the blaring of an alarm which caused a woman to awake from her sleep. She was in a rather uncomfortable position, her back was slouched against the arm of the couch with a blanket only covering her lap with a book dangling off the side of the couch but when she moved it slid off and onto the floor with a thud. She reached over the end table tapping the alarm on her phone. She looked at the battery percentage and cursed It only had 20% left. She cursed to herself for forgetting to put the phone on the charger last night or turn the battery saver on.

She reached over and picked the book up from the floor and placed it on the coffee table next to her unfinished, coffee cup. Though before doing anything else she stood and stretched cracking a few bones in the process. She shuffled over to her bedroom and looked through her closet. She pulled her pajamas off and shrugged on a white blouse and a short black bodycon skirt. She did her hair and made a cup of coffee before slipping on her flats, grabbing her phone, and heading out the door.

Once she stepped out of her tiny apartment the New York City air filled her nose. The noise of cars and people talking on the phone filled the atmosphere. She began walking she looked down at her phone now only at 15% she signed tucking her phone into her pocket. She walked about a block before waving a taxi over. She hopped in buckling her seat belt then turned to the driver “The Daily Bugle please.” she said.

The driver said a faint you got it and took off. The peaceful drive only lasted a few minutes before another car slammed into the taxi the impact caused her to hit her head on the window she was a bit dazed but she shook it off she looked at the driver to see what was going on but he had already taken off

“You asshole you can't just leave me in here!”

She took a moment a looked at her surroundings she was on the bridge the car was pinned between the railing and another car. The door was jammed so she unbuckled the seat belt and tried the other side but of course, it was jammed she was gonna try the other door again but another impact hit the car making it brake the railing and lean off the side of the bridge she screamed looking down at the water below.

She closed her eye and prayed to whatever god there was. The second she opened them the car tilted again and eventually over the side of the bridge. She let out a blood-curdling scream but before she could reach the water her body jerked as if something had caught her. She opened her eyes to see SpiderMan dangling from the edge with another web. She looked down as the car plummeted into the water with the windshield now completely gone.

“Hang on! I got you.” He said pulling the web upward

She couldn’t help but stare at the masked hero who now had his arm wrapped around her waist and before she knew it she was briefly swinging through the air. She was a bit surprised that Spiderman was saving her life despite the news of him being less remorseful. Once her feet touched the ground she looked up and confusion laced her expression.

He safely dropped her off that the Daily Bugle.

“But how did you-?” once she turned around he was gone and she didn't even get to thank him.

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It's been almost two months since The Amazing Spider-Man saved your life. The specifics of what happened that day were just a blur to you. You only remember almost falling to your death and then being saved by Red and Blue. But that wasn't the only thing that stood out to you the most it, was the fact that after he saved you he knew exactly where to take you, and last you checked spiders weren't telepathic. It wasn't just that it was the fact that he saved your life. Recently Spiderman was all over the news instead of saving lives he was taking them

“Y/n!” The sound of your name made you jump the sound of buzzing around the office and phones ringing came back to you. “You've been staring at the copying machine for a while now are you okay?”

You turned around “Y-Yeah I'm fine Ned.” You remembered what you were doing and grabbed the papers you were copying “Just had a rough week is all.”

Ned nodded “Right..how about you take a break from work? Umm...grab lunch with me maybe next Friday?” He walked up next to you and propped himself up on the copying machine his blue eyes looking anywhere but at yours. You gave him the most polite smile you could muster up “Sure I wouldn't mind.”

Ned's eyes lit up as he stood up straight again “Cool..Well um I better get back to work or Jameson is gonna be on my ass later.” he said pushing his blond hair out of his eyes. He pushed his hands into his pockets and walked out of the break room.

“Right..” you simply replied. You grabbed the rest of the papers from the machine and left the room as well. You placed the papers that were on your arms onto the desk with a loud thud “Here are those papers you asked for sir.”

“Good what took you so long?” Jameson asked pulling the cigar from his mouth and picking up one of the papers from the stack. It was a news column something about Spider-Man being a menace as usual but this time it seemed to be true.

“There was a problem-” he cut you off

“With you or the machine?”

You rolled your eyes and huffed “The machine sir.” you said through you're gritted teeth

He just looked up at you as if he didn't believe you and sat back in his chair and put the cigar back in his mouth. “Parker get over here.” he straightened out the paper in his hands and propped his legs on his desk.

A guy walked over he made eye contact with you and quickly looked away and focused his attention back on Jameson. There was something about him that looked familiar but why haven’t you noticed before? It’s like he’s been invisible to you until now.

Jameson looked at the two of you standing awkwardly next to each other he cleared his throat and sat up in his chair and placed his cigar in the ashtray “I want the two of you to publish a page in the New York Times.” You raised an eyebrow you didn’t know if you heard him correctly but based on the look Peter was giving him you must’ve. “Peter is the only one around here who seems to be able to take a decent photo of Spiderman and Y/n you are the best writer I got so I need the two of you to work together starting tomorrow.” It didn't necessarily seem like he was asking.

Although this was a big opportunity for you you were a bit hesitant to work with Parker just because he seemed a bit off-putting, like he wanted nothing to do with you. That Parker guy couldn't help but run across your mind of course. The fact that you hadn't realized he worked at the Daily Bugle along with you bothered you for some reason.

Later that evening you grabbed your bag from your seat at your desk and headed towards the elevator. You looked up and saw Peter stepping inside. Earlier you tried talking to him but it seemed as though he was ignoring you. You thought now was the perfect time.

You shuffled your feet faster trying to catch the elevator before it closed “Hey! Wait up!” you called Peter noticed you and pressed the button in the elevator faster trying to get it close. But lucky for you, you got through in time.

It was silent the only sound coming from the awkward elevator music. You cleared your throat and your eyes darted over to him and then down at his skateboard.

“Umm..cool skateboard.”

“Thanks.”

“So..how long have you been working at the Daily Bugle?” You asked hoping to finally get an answer to your burning question.

Peter Swallowed hard “Almost two years now.”

Your jaw almost dropped he had been working here just as long as you have and you'd never noticed him.

“How come I've never noticed you before?” You shifted your weight onto one foot in anticipation.

Peter just looked at you and shrugged but it looked like he was holding something back like he wanted to tell you something. “Well...I look forward to working with you,” you said All he did was smile and nod It must've been a relief for him when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. You didn't even have time to say goodbye because once the doors opened he took off. You sighed in defeat and stepped out of the elevator as well making your way home to your tiny apartment.

Once inside you dropped your bag onto the floor next to the door. After changing your clothes and taking a shower you brewed yourself a cup of coffee and turned on your futile Roomba. You plopped on your couch almost immediately regretting your decision because you almost spilled your hot coffee. You picked up your book and opened it to where you last left off and began reading while occasionally taking small sips of your coffee.

You didn't know how long you've been reading. You seemed to lose track of time but it didn't matter though because a knock on your door pulled you away from your book.

You answered the door your eyes went wide but a bit of confusion washed over you. “Peter?” you asked

“Oh..hey.” he wasn't expecting you to be on the other side of the door either if he did he probably wouldn't come knocking

“What are you doing here?” you scratched your head genuinely confused.

He tapped his feet against the floor and looked up at you “Umm...I live under you and I'm trying to study but your Roomba is driving me insane.” he stated

You raised your eyebrow “My Roomba?”

“Yeah, the thing that's ramming into your furniture over there.” he pointed behind you you turned around, and sure enough your Roomba was smashing into your coffee table you had completely forgotten about it. Usually, you’d only turn it on when you were reading.

You turned back around and mouth ‘oh’ “Yeah it's pretty loud I can hear it through the floor.”

You chuckled “Sorry about that...I didn't realize I still had it on.”

“Uh it's fine just...try to keep it down.” he gave you an awkward smile that followed a bit of awkward silence which to his relief you broke.

“How long have you been staying in this building?” Your eyebrow knitted together realizing he just said he lived under you.

“For about a year and a half.”

First, you didn't notice he worked with you for two years now you haven't noticed he'd been living under you for a year and a half. It's like you disappeared because some alien Titan snapped his fingers or something.

You blinked “Well I guess that’s a bit convenient for us right? Since we’re gonna be working together..”

He nodded and formed his lips into a thin line “Yeah I guess so.”

You nodded and forced an awkward smile “Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow and don’t worry I’ll try to keep it down.”

“Thank you.” That was all he said before he walked away. You closed the door and let your smile recede you didn't understand why he was so distant from you you just hoped he’d warm up to you sooner or later.

Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

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