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daydreaming-en-pointe · 3 months

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the swan and her princess (part 1)

summary: Swan Lake isn’t all beauty and grace, contrary to popular belief. And you experience firsthand that as you wage a one-sided war with your “rival” for the role of the Swan Princess, Odette.

pairing: Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) x fem!Ballerina!Reader

word count: 842

warnings: uses of Y/N, lots of ballet terms and references, the teacher displaying blatant favouritism ig?, mildly petty reader 💀

a/n: I finally got around to doing it! yay :D academic rivals to lovers ftw honestly

gearing up for my first official chapter-based fanfic WHOOOOOOOOO

dividers by me btw! it’s my first time doing dividers so any feedback would be appreciated <3

part 1 // part 2 (pending)

glossary:

Swan Lake: Swan Lake, Op. 20, is a ballet composed by Russian composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky in 1875–76. It is now one of the most popular ballets of all time. The ballet is based on a German fairy tale, and tells the story of a prince named Siegfried who falls in love with Odette, a princess who has been turned into a swan by an evil sorcerer

Odette: Odette is the main female protagonist in the ballet "Swan Lake," which is composed by Pyotr Tchaikovsky. She is the White Swan, also known as the Swan Princess/Swan Queen.

Anna Pavlova: Anna Pavlovna Pavlova was a Russian prima ballerina of the late 19th and the early 20th centuries. She was a principal artist of the Imperial Russian Ballet and the Ballets Russes of Sergei Diaghilev. (basically, every ballerina’s idol)

first position: In the first position, the heels are together, with toes turned out until the feet are in a large, open V or a straight line.

relevé: Relevé is a French term meaning "raised up." It is one of the basic ballet moves. The dancer starts in a demi-plié (a move where the dancer bends their knees halfway while keeping their feet on the ground) and then rises up into demi-pointe (on the balls of the feet) or en pointe (on the toes), either on one foot or both feet.

“Let’s take it from the top, Y/N. More turned out this time. And your ‘wings’ aren’t flowy enough. You are the very Swan Princess, not a struggling cygnet. You die gracefully.”

You blew air threw your nose a little more forcefully than you usually would, trying your best to follow your ballet teacher’s instructions.

“Ah, Gwendolyn! So nice of you to join us.”

That statement was usually used sarcastically in most settings. So why did your teacher’s voice take on a note of adoration? You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, not even looking at the new arrival. All she ever did was drop into class half an hour late - without even doing her hair in a proper bun - and get showered with praises for everything she did. Always Gwen this, Gwen that. You were so sick of it.

“Gwen, if you decide to try out, you would be a perfect fit for the White Swan,” Your teacher eagerly told her, and your ‘flowy feathers’ tightened into fists. Just brilliant. In her eyes, you had no chance at Odette, did you? Once again, Gwendolyn Stacy would swoop in and snatch up something you had worked so hard for, spending hours upon hours on late nights at the studio practising alone, all because the teacher thought she was the next Anna Pavlova. But every time, you bit your tongue and kept your head down. One day, you would show them. You would show them all how good you were. And little Gwendolyn Stacy, the number one teacher’s pet, would watch and weep.

You cleared your throat to jolt your teacher out of her rambling. “Miss? My audition?”

She blinked as if she were just noticing you. “Ah, right. Yes, you may continue.”

You were ready to hurl your pointe shoes at both of their annoying faces, but you focused on making yourself extra turned out and extra graceful. Oh, how the tables would turn when you got this role.

You risked a glance out of the corner of your eye and noticed with a smug satisfaction that Gwen was staring at you, eyes wide. Completely enthralled.

Ha-ha, Gwendolyn Stacy. Look upon actual, hard-earned talent and despair.

You finished the Dying Swan - the Swan Lake piece you were doing for your audition - and bowed, standing in first position with your head held high.

“Thank you, Y/N. That was very nice. Everyone, let’s get started. Get your shoes on and get into your positions at the barre, please.”

Ugh, the barre positions. Your arch-nemesis, apart from a certain Gwen Stacy. Well, maybe not apart from her, since your barre position was right in front of her.

“One, two, three, four - hold, two, three four…”

You tuned out the voice of your ballet teacher; the exercise was purely muscle memory to you by now, and her voice was only distracting you at the moment.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You were pulled out of your intense focus by the voice behind you. Once you realised who it was, you had to resist the urge to scoff. “What is it?”

“I, uh… I just wanted to say that you did amazing. It was very graceful. You’ll make a good White Swan.” That almost made you lose your balance in a relevé and twist your ankle, because what?

Gwen Stacy thought that you’d get the role?

Oh. That was new.

Or maybe it wasn’t, and you were just imagining the whole ‘undeserving slacker’ thing and painting her as the bad guy…?

You almost giggled at that. Nah. This was definitely some ploy to get you to relax a little, to stop practising almost obsessively. Yeah, she was just trying to ensure you weren’t a threat. The moment you let down your guard, she would snatch up the role of Odette. You just knew it. Well, she could try all she wanted; you would not make it easy for her.

“Oh, I know,” You replied coolly, ending the exercise with everyone else and turning to offer her a politely bored smile. “But thank you.”

Gwen’s smile dropped a little and her eyebrows scrunched together slightly, her piercings glinting in the studio’s warm light. “Okay, well… I’ll see you around, I guess.”

She reached down and grabbed her duffel bag, unceremoniously dropping her teal pointe shoes into the mess of clothes and who knows what else she kept in it.

You kept your eyes on her until she disappeared out the studio’s door after a quick goodbye to the teacher. She was like a ghost, always appearing and flickering out just as quickly as one. And somehow always getting away with it, every single time. Not to mention… she was also somehow really good. Despite missing classes and coming late.

“Remember, class. Now that I’ve seen all your auditions, the roles will be up next week. Don’t be late,” your teacher called as you all left the building.

You kissed your teeth in annoyance. Yeah, don’t be late. Unless you’re Gwen Stacy.

Good grief, that girl would be the death of you.

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tvgirlzz · 7 months

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Gwen Stacy x fem!reader

notes: did not proofread this but enjoy 😣 also the only story I’ve really written was an English assignment on a book so feel free to give critiques if you have any 😋👍

“Sit still, Gwen!” You laughed as she moved uncomfortably.

Gwen had snuck into your window and while you were trying to decide what you wanted to make your art project on. Your teacher said it ‘had to be something close to you and not a random thing you traced from the internet.’ It was unbelievable the amount of times someone in your class used a dog they never met before for their project. Being the amazing girlfriend you are, you decided to make your project on her.

Which brings you to now, watching Gwen squirm uncontrollably on your bed.

“How long is this gonna take Y/N? I don’t think I can feel my butt anymore.” She complained, shifting around.

“Not long, I swear! Only a few more minutes.” Your brush delicately strokes, the light watercolors slightly dripping down the canvas. Painting beautiful pastel colors such as blue for her eyes, yellow to match her blonde hair, and topping it off with a pink and purple background.

Making sure to miss no detail, you picked up a small tipped brush. Carefully painting the small dots of her freckles, to the small, visible veins on her hands.

“Are you done yet? Lemme see!” She stood up, picking at the canvas in front of you.

“No! Sit down!” You lightly pushed her back down, moving her hands so she could pose again.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise. You can see the finished product once my teacher grades it.”

Setting the brush down, your eyes scanned all over the canvas. Sighing, you bit your lip nervously. This was good, right? You knew your art teacher was a hard critic but very easy on the grading. So why were you nervous?

“What’s wrong, babe?” Gwen furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to read your facial expression. She stood up and walked behind you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and laying her head on top of yours.

“If it makes you feel any better, I love it.” She knew you didn’t want her to see it yet, but she couldn’t help it. Your art was one of her favorite things about you. How different and unique it was.

“You weren’t supposed to see it yet..” You whispered in a downhearted tone.

She kissed the top of your head and hugged her tighter. “I know, but I can’t help myself. Your art is so beautiful.” Gwen was trying to cheer you up since she knew how much pressure you put on yourself to make these projects perfect.

“And your muse is pretty hot, don’t you think?” She smirked and poked your cheek.

Letting out a chuckle, you let your lips curve into a small smile. “Yeah, she is. The prettiest muse ever.” You move your head to look up at her.

She smiled back at her and gave you a sweet peck on the lips. “Don’t worry about this, okay? You’re the best artist ever and probably better than everyone in your class. I’ve seen some of those works and damn- it’s awful.”

“Maybe we’ve seen different works because everyone in my class is advanced.”

She gasped. “You call Ned’s self portrait advanced?!”

“That’s different, he’s just really bad at art.” You stood up from your stool, let Gwen’s arm slide off of you. Picking up the canvas, you move it to your desk where it can hopefully dry. Then, you felt Gwen grab your waist as she turned you around to look at her.

“I love you, alright? And if you don’t get a good grade on this, just know that I still think you’re the best artist in the world.” She placed one hand on your hip and the other resting on your cheek, stroking it lovingly with her thumb.

“I love you too.” You replied in a soft tone. She smiled at you and leaned down to give you a kiss.

Pulling away, she moved her hand down into your pants pocket. “Now come on, I want to lay down together and binge a show. That’s why I came here.”

“Alright, you can pick.” You handed her your tv remote and crawled into your bed. She hopped in after you and laid her head down on your chest, letting you run your fingers through her hair.

As you and Gwen spent the rest of the night watching 90’s television shows, your art project slowly dried on your desk. Leaving bright, colorful watercolor marks as Gwen’s painted face stood still on the canvas.

She was really the prettiest muse you could ever have.

{ written by @loversrockxx please don’t steal 🙏🏽 }

#✧˚ · . fics #gwen stacy x reader #spider gwen #ghost spider #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #gwen stacy spiderverse #marvel #gwen stacy x fem!reader

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gwenstacyluver · 9 months

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Better be fucking prepared cause I’ve been waiting since 2021

can You do Gwen Stacy x Mute!FemaleReader and Gwen hears Reader speak for the first time and she gets excited because Hobie +the group have been trying to make her talk for months

G: hey do you think this dress fits me? (Or suit, your choice)

R out of nowhere: You look good In everything

G: really? Because I- WAITADAMNMINUTE :0

Not good at Explaining since I’m not used to asking requests and finally decide to pull out my whole ass list and ask, Anyway Hope you doing well and have a good day/night!!! <3

(≧◡≦) ♡ FOR THE FIRST TIME

summary: while out on a shopping spree gwen looks so beautiful you just have to say something

pairing: gwen stacy x mute! fem reader

a/n: bai I have like 7 drafts already but this was too cute.. 😑

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[NAME] AND GWEN’S RELATIONSHIP WAS…

confusing to say the least, the two girls had been in a situation-ship for months, and within those months [name] hadn’t uttered a single word, talking with little sticky notes to be able to maintain conversation with those around her, gwen was the only one she ever felt herself becoming more comfortable around.. more comfortable to talk..

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the first few weeks of their relationship, gwen tried to get her girlfriend who wasn’t her girlfriend yet to speak to her and her friends, the group joining in now and again to find something that [name] was passionate about to get her to speak, but that never worked. their hard work wouldn’t go to waste, it just made the young girl feel even more comfortable around them. she knew they just.. wanted to hear her more, wanted her to be included in conversation more than she was.. she could only write so fas-

“ does this look cute?” gwen’s question pulled [name] out of her thoughts, the girl looked up and saw gwen holding up a pink dress, it matched the tips of her hair, and it was a few inches off the ground, [name] nodded her head; she could feel the nerves settling in as she imagined how it would look on her girlfriend.

gwen gave a shy smile, and then looked back at the dress. “ ima try it on… see if it looks as cute as I think it does in my head.” her voice was soft, as she threw the dress over her arm, and used her free one to wrap around [name]’s waist “ c’mon.. come with me.” she nodded her head in the way to the dressing rooms.

the short walk there was quick.. and quiet, just the way they liked, the long silence was less awkward now and more comfortable as the months had gone on.

[name] smiled, as she looked over at gwen.. as the two made their way to the dressing room, gwen’s arm dropped from the other girl’s waist. pointing at the nearest dressing room, “ I’ll be in here.. knock on the door if you need me.” she spoke, her wording having become more adjusted to not make her girlfriend feel bad about not talking.

“ shout if you need me “ turned into “ text me if you need me” or “ knock if you need anything.” it put a smile on the young girl’s face knowing gwen had adjusted her vocabulary for her

[name] nodded her head, holding a thumbs up, the two stared at each other for a moment.. just mesmerized, before gwen broke eye contact first, her cheeks red as she pointed at the dressing room again “ I…yeah.” she awkwardly spoke as she walked towards the small room, and closed the door, she stared at the door as she waited for her girlfriend to come back.

her back was against the wall that was across the room, as she pulled out her phone, going to her camera to make sure her afro wasn’t a mess, making sure her makeup was still okay and that her lashes weren’t lifting, but when she heard the door open her gaze was shifted to look at gwen, who now had an awkward smile on her face, holding she held her arms behind her back as she wore the dress.. she looked gorgeous

the first thing [name] could say was

“ wow..” her tone soft and full of emotion

the word caught gwen completely off guard, her eyes looking at her girlfriend in shock and confusion as she heard her voice for the first time

“ wha..” was the only thing she could get out, but [name] kept going “ you are so…just… gorgeous “

that made gwen stop and blush, [name] looked over her girlfriend, still just absolutely smitten by how beautiful she looked, she placed her phone back in her pocket of her skirt and walked towards gwen.

“ can.. can I kiss you..?” she was on a talking streak now, this was the longest she’s ever communicated with someone outside of immediate family where she was borderline forced into communication.

“ yeah..” gwen’s face was now a deep red, as she looked at her girlfriend, a grin plastered on her face.. she didn’t mention her verbal words at all..she would’ve, but she completely forgot [name] was non verbal when that question processed through her brain.

[name] smiled, as she leaned in, her eyes closing, gwen stayed where she was, closing her own eyes and puckering up her lips.

the kiss was soft, gentle but full of emotion and the love the two girls shared for one another, she loved it..

she loved her

#gwen stacy x reader #atsv gwen #gwen stacy x y/n #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x fem!reader #x black fem reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x gwen stacy #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv x reader #spiderman #into the spider verse #x black reader #gwen Stacy x black reader

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goosetheluce · 8 months

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It's Been a While (Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader)

requested by anon: "can I req one where it's like a little reunion after atsv? Like before she goes and sees her dad she goes and sees reader bc she's been missing for months and Gwen's probably worried at first but readers just too happy to see her again.maybe a little friends to lovers, thank youuuuu☺️☺️☺️"

info: decently angsty, physical affection (kissing, hugging, hand holding), crying, flashbacks, desperate!gwen, gwen 3rd person pov, cussing, use of y/n

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Gwen's entire body was crawling with nerves as she flung out her webs. She surged through her home city with poise and elegance. Her anxiety was shielded on the outside; Spider-Woman always had to be collected, breezy, perfect. Even now. Especially now, considering the news cameras and helicopters pointed at her. She could only imagine the headlines being displayed all across New York:

Vigilante "Spider-Woman" Makes An Appearance After Months

Masked Hero Re-Appears

Ghost-Spider Visits During Violent Era Beginning Without Her

She groaned in frustration, doing her best to outrun the nightcrawlers and news stations. Her father was probably getting his force ready to incarcerate her that very moment. A chill spread across her skin, and it wasn't the frigid rain.

She swung into an alleyway, ripping her mask off to catch her breath. Her time before Miles was put in real danger was ticking away, and this game of cat and mouse certainly wasn't helping. She sighed and sunk down the brick wall in exhaustion. Gwen needed to figure something out before she was cornered in the labyrinth that was New York City.

She listened to the cars screeching in the distance, listened to the bar fights, the laughter of a group of teenage girls past their curfews. It was by no means a city of sunshine, but she desperately missed her life.

Desperately missed you.

Gwen pulled her hood over her head as far as possible, ignoring the sting filling her eyes. She sighed shakily, breath condensing in the autumn thunder.

She needed to see you. Besides, it's not like she had much of a choice.

God, why did I have to make my suit bright fucking white? Maybe then these idiots would leave me alone.

Even now she heard the choppers pulsing in the sky. She wondered with a shudder how many were police force. Gotta get out of this suit.

She slipped her mask back on and set off. See, Gwen would never commit a crime with malicious intent. Hell, she was Spider-Woman, but she couldn't see any other way blend into the city without the chance of bumping into her dad at the apartment.

So she robbed a clothing store.

As gently as possible, but unfortunately that still meant damage. Gwen huffed. Had it really come down to this?

She pulled her arm back, flinching away from the window as she shattered it with a simple punch, even whispered "sorry" as if that changed anything. The shards clinked against the sleek-tiled floor of the Nike shop and she hopped inside with ease.

Don't have much time, she noted. The alert system wailed deafeningly as she shot webs at every security camera and stole the footage for that night. She raced through the store, grabbing a pair of black sweatpants and a navy blue winter compression shirt. She changed right there in the store with the cameras blinded. She swiped a drawstring bag and stuffed her suit and mask inside. She kneeled down to lace up her converse tightly. She still had a long way to go to your flat.

Gripping the strings of her bag tightly, she raced away. The rain had stopped, but the storm still threatened deep rumbles of thunder a couple of miles away. Her swift footsteps splashed through grimey puddles lit by orange streetlamps. The city seemed more perilous than ever as sirens screamed and guns fired, and guilt struck her chest.

Internally thanking her enhanced speed and endurance, Gwen stared up at your window not even ten minutes after she fled the store. Now came the hardest part: facing you, her closest friend, after she joined the society. Truthfully, she missed the warmth gifted to her from your loving arms. Something her dad never gave her before she left.

She paced around the block over and over again, wondering what the hell she was supposed to say to you. "Hey, I'm back after months of radio silence, and don't mind that I just crawled up your wall because it turns out I've been a human-spider freak this whole time. Missed you too."

Suddenly, it didn't matter what Gwen wanted to say anymore, because a police car was turning the corner.

"Fuck!"

She dashed up the wall and onto the roof, crouching to avoid any nearby helicopters. She released her breath in relief. She shook out her body and rubbed her temples. This was it. She began to crawl down the face of the complex, hoping she'd remember the right window.

Perk number 42 of being bitten by a radioactive spider.

She peered inside the window of your bedroom. It was convenient for her in the moment, but Gwen made a note to scold you for leaving your blinds open. She reached her hand out, hesitated, then curled it into a fist and gently tapped. She squeezed her eyes shut.

She saw you look up from your school laptop in confusion.

It's one in the morning and this woman is really doing homework.

Gwen tapped again.

"Y/N!" she called out softly. "Y/N, let me in!"

She heard a muffled "what the fuck?" through the glass.

"Gwen?" you whisper screamed in disbelief, unlocking your window and pulling it open. Your jaw went slack as Gwen simply jumped off the wall while diving into your window.

"Y/N, before you say anything, let me explain," she frantically rambled. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Please." Her eyes opened slowly to see you. Her body went rigid.

Fuck, she's crying.

Tears were welling and threatening to spill out from your eyes. Your fists were clenched so tightly that your nails left crescent moons gouged into your palms.

"What the hell was that?" you laughed breathily before rushing forward to hug her. You practically constricted her as you wrapped your arms around her waist. She had no idea what to do for a moment. Her own emotions were about to overflow and wash her composure away. Gwen settled for squishing her cheek against yours while holding you tight. As she rubbed your back, your sobs quieted.

You pulled away, wiping the wetness away from your eyes and lips. Gwen's stare lingered as your thumb grazed over your bottom lip out of habit. You stood up a little bit taller.

"It's been a while, Gwen."

Her stance jerked a little, barely even noticeable.

"I know. I've got a lot to explain to you, if you're willing to listen." You nodded firmly, turning around to sit back down on your bed. You patted the space adjacent to you.

Gwen took seat, spreading her legs out comfortably and resting her forearms on her knees. Her posture was slanted; it was still hard for her to make eye contact with you. She didn't want to find anger or disappointment in those eyes she had stared into one too many times. Eyes that haunted her in the most tragically beautiful manner possible.

"I disappeared," Gwen began hesitantly. "But not without a reason. So much has happened in the last two years, I just...I guess it all came to one single point and that was it for me. I had no chances left, no risks to take. It was over."

Her explanation was raw, quivering and vulnerable. Your heart began to race, wondering what she'd say next. You had no idea what was going on; yeah, Gwen did ballet and gymnastics or whatever, but that little trick she did to get into your window was no joke.

She jumped up from the bed and turned to face you.

I have to do this now.

"This is the craziest part, but you have to believe me," she whispered. Fear coated her rocky voice and widened her eyes. You blinked at her in reassurance, smiling a bit.

"Gwen, just tell me. You know I'll listen."

She sighed heavily and grabbed her bag off the floor. "Okay. Give me a second. And don't make any noise when I come out." She slipped into your closet and shut the door silently behind her. The light flickered on and leaked out from underneath the doorframe. You watched her shadow move fluidly.

Inside the closet, Gwen was hyperventilating as she fit herself into her suit. She looked into the body-length mirror sitting on your floor, and a tear traced down her cheek. She was staring at her worst enemy, and she despised who she saw in the suit. Spider-Woman was a different entity.

She turned around and faced the closet door. Gwen placed her hand on the knob, taking a deep breath before turning it and pushing it open. She couldn't look at you, but when she tried, you weren't there. Her blood froze in her own veins.

Gwen was back in that collapsed building, that very same night, staring her father's gun down.

"Why the fuck am I here?" she questioned, panic filling her voice. She looked around, desperately trying to find your apartment, your face. Her movements suddenly were not her own anymore as she involuntarily turned to face her father. Her hands were lifted up above her head, but they sank down. One inched toward her mask.

No.

Her body didn't listen. Her fingers met her chin, grasping the enhanced material concealing her face from the world.

No!

She felt the cool air hit her lips, then her nose, and finally her weary eyes. She watched her father's face contort into horror and disbelief. Gwen finally found the ability to force her eyes to shut, tears spilling out. When she opened them again, she was back in your closet.

"Gwen? What's taking so long?" you called out quietly from your room.

She gasped for air, clutching her chest as she spasmed in silence. She aggressively rubbed her arm over her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying.

I have to do this. What happened before doesn't matter. I have to save things with her.

Once more, Gwen turned the handle and stepped out. She was relieved to find you sitting on your bed, staring at her.

"Uh, nice costume Gwen, but I was kinda hoping for you to finish your explanation?" you sarcastically jabbed.

"Y/N..." Gwen groaned. "It's not a costume."

You scoffed, becoming impatient.

"Really! It isn't, Y/N!" Gwen frantically begged with you to understand. You crossed your arms.

"How am I supposed to believe you're Spider-Woman?"

Gwen shoved her face into her hands. Her frustration boiled.

"You're gonna believe me after this," she nearly growled, flitting forward and taking you in her arms. She slapped a hand over your mouth to quiet your protest. She pulled her mask down and shot a web out of your window, slingshotting out of your room and into the night.

You were a mile away from your apartment in a matter of seconds while Gwen (Spider-Woman...?) held you firmly in her left arm, tossing you lightly in the air before you landed on her back. She guided your arms and legs to wrap tightly around her back as you let out a shriek. Your hair flew straight behind you in the cold wind.

"Gwen, I fucking believe you now," you choked out into her ear. You could barely speak in your terror. The eyes of her suit went wide and she aimed for the top of another building.

She landed perfectly en pointe, her converse flexing to match the arch of her technique.

"Shit, Y/N, I'm so sorry-"

Gwen's apology was cut short as you gripped her broad shoulders.

"You're motherfucking Spider-Woman!" you yelled in awe. A thick sheet of rain was nearing as Gwen's eyes welled behind the mask.

"You don't think I'm a bad person? Or...or a freak?" she whispered shakily. Your face softened. You slid your hands up from her shoulders, caressing her face. Her eyes squinted before closing as she leaned into your touch. She reached her own hand up and cupped yours. Gwen's soul lit afire as she stared at your gorgeous face, felt the warmth of your love and bare skin.

You simply shook your head.

"What a dumb question. You're my best friend. And when you left, I...I mean, I guess I just didn't know what to do with myself. I lost a part of me."

The words coming out of your mouth felt wrong. Gwen's heart screamed in desolation. Maybe you would never understand.

Best friend.

"You lost a part of yourself, but I couldn't breathe without you," she murmured, bringing her other hand up to find more ways to touch you.

Your heart began to pound as her fingers laced with yours. The rain began to fall over you, drenching Gwen for the second time that night. What did she mean by that? You could have sworn you felt her rapid pulse intensify even more as you experimentally pressed your forehead against hers.

"Gwen..."

You brought your hands (still cupping her face) down to the base of her mask, forcing her own hands to fall away. You traced circles into her skin before gently sliding the disguise up above her lips.

Gwen painfully rasped your name while her digits found your skin again, this time resting timidly on the small of your back. She needed this so badly from you all these years, even more so as your face became a tale, something she could only dream of.

"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. Please, please, please, just kiss me and never let me leave your side again, I'd do anything for you, Y/N-" she began to sob, but you caught her trembling lips in yours. Gwen immediately pulled you deeper into her hold, your bodies fitting together like a beautiful puzzle. Her fingers tangled into your hair and she pulled her mask all the way off. Her hood fell and her blonde waves began to frizz and tighten with the rain.

She savored the taste of your lip balm and the remnants of your bedtime herbal tea, picking you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around her. You pulled away, breathless and eyes filled with the starlight that the stormy midnight lacked.

"I love you, Gwen," you breathed. "But you're back for a reason. I don't know what reason that is, but you have to do it. We're counting on you."

Gwen nodded, dropping you safely and kneeling down to fit her mask back over her face and to allow you to cling to her.

"You forgot something, Ghost-Spider," you teased, sliding her hood over her head.

She scoffed, looking back at you with narrowed eyes. "That's Gwen to you."

In no time, you were delivered back to your warm bed. The rain pattered soothingly against your window while Gwen dried her suit off with a towel you lent to her. She eventually settled for just laying the towel down on your bed and sitting on it.

"So...are you my superhero girlfriend now, or am I about to wake up from the most story-oriented dream of my life?"

Gwen laughed softly. Everything in her life was fucked, but you brought a glow back to her existence. She had something to look forward to now. She pushed her hand to lock with yours.

"For the record, if this is a dream, then you and I are definitely imaginary girlfriends. But, since this is hopefully real life..." she assured, squeezing your hand. "Yeah, I'm your superhero girlfriend." You began to fluster, heat creeping across your cheeks.

Gwen stood up, still holding your smaller hand in her stronger grasp.

"Which unfortunately also means I've gotta do superhero girlfriend stuff," she sighed, brushing her hair behind her heavily pierced ear. She looked at you apologetically as your grip on her tightened.

"Hey, we'll see each other again. I promise," she whispered, pressing a sugary kiss to your lips before backing away, her fingers slipping out of your reach. She pulled her mask down swiftly before turning around and leaping out of your window.

"I love you!" you shouted after her. Gwen beamed as she jumped through the city, posing in a recital-like fashion for the cameras when she lowered to the streets.

The rain didn't feel so cold anymore.

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sspidrwebz · 3 months

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🎧 Airpods | Gwen x Fem!Reader

word count | 1785 notes | fluff, wlw, no physical desc of reader, no mention of y/n

also this is my first fic!! feel free to req anything or give me constructive criticism!!

fluff under the cut!! <33

You were bored and lonely this weekend, so you decided to make the relatively short journey to your friend Gwen’s house. Her dad was gone for what you could only assume would be most of the day, and you figured it would be nice to have some calming alone time with her.

Now, you’re both laying on her bed, sharing a pair of Airpods and listening to soft indie music together. You’ve been like this for a long time, staring at the ceiling without a word said for hours. That is, until you catch her staring at you with a faint smile on her face.

You can’t help smiling a bit back at her as you turn to face her. “What’re you smiling about?” you ask curiously.

There’s a certain brightness to her eyes that gives you a warm feeling. “Just looking at you,” she replies, before pausing for a few moments, looking into your eyes unblinkingly, a sort of calm focus on you. “Probably a little weird to say, but I've honestly never really had the chance to just stare at you, y'know?”

Your smile grows a bit wider at her answer, and you find yourself blushing a little. "O-Oh, well.. I suppose not, huh?" you agree with a flustered laugh, having been caught off guard by the comment.

"Mhm." She keeps smiling at you before looking out the window, seeming to think for a little bit in silence. "This is really nice, y'know?" She looks back over to you. "Just… us. Like this." And she motioned to both you and the bed. "This is probably the most relaxed I've felt in a while. It's nice being able to just exist next to you."

Her words create a warm feeling in your heart that you couldn't ignore if you wanted to, and for a minute you just look at her happily before sighing pleasantly and looking back up to the ceiling in thought.

You two remain in the comfortable silence for a few moments before Gwen decides to speak up again, her voice soft and sweet. "This probably sounds stupid, but..." She sighs softly. "Is it alright if I hold your hand?" she mumbles, not looking over at you as if to hide her slight embarrassment at her own request.

The blush on your face is definitely noticeable after that, but your voice is still somewhat calm, calm enough to not be read as easily as your face. "Yeah, that's fine with me," you simply reply, letting your hand lay palm facing up on the bed as your arm reaches out for her.

Without even hesitating, she reaches out her hand to take yours. Immediately, she feels safe. There’s something about her best friend being so close, so warm, so comforting that makes her feel a little more at ease. Gwen squeezes your hand lightly and brings it slightly closer to her side, placing her free hand underneath it. It’s a small gesture, but a loving and tender one.

After a few minutes of more silence, you finally speak up again. When you do, your voice is soft and gentle, and you don't bother looking away from the ceiling as you talk to her. "You make me feel safe." There's a bit of a pause as you think to yourself. "I've always been the girl who just… I don’t know. It’s just hard to make, like- genuine friends, you know? I used to dream of having these kinds of moments with people, and I guess I’m just… really happy I get to have it with you."

Her lips curve up in a slightly embarrassed smile. She knows it’s cheesy as hell what she’s about to say and knows she’s going to cringe at herself afterwards, but she doesn’t care. "I always thought a boyfriend was supposed to be the one who made me feel safe, but if I'm being honest I've felt the most safe and at home with you." She squeezes your hand again. "I know that's probably so lame and cliche, but I can't help it. It's just the truth."

You snicker softly in response. "Can't relate to that much, especially since I'm gay as hell," I add with another slight laugh. "But I get what you mean, and... I'm glad we can be like that."

Gwen chuckles with you. Your response was unexpected, but it was a good mood lifter. She brings her thumb up to slowly run it along the outside of your hand and the top of your wrist. The movement is small, but it’s comforting.

"Do you think this is what a boyfriend feels like?" She asks you curiously. "I know some people say it's a completely different feeling between a friendship and, like- an actual relationship, but… the way we are kinda feels like one of those romance books sometimes.”

You shrug a little. "Maybe. I honestly wouldn't know. Never had a girlfriend myself, so I have no clue what romance even is at this point. My brain just kinda says 'women are cool' and just skips out on the instructions for how to get one or something.”

She chuckles again. "Same, honestly. I just look at girls and think they're cute." She paused, her brows furrowing in thought. "I've always wondered how it would feel to be with a girl. Like, is it that much different from being with a guy or…? I've never really had the balls to ask that question or test it myself so, there's that.”

You shrug again, thinking to yourself as I answer her. "I dunno. I mean, I always kinda hated men, so I'm kinda biased to make a statement on it. But if I were to guess, yeah; it's probably different. Maybe not too much, but enough."

She hums, her brows knitting again. "It's crazy that we're like, almost the same." She giggled and looked over at you with a playful smile. "Like, have you ever kissed a girl before?"

She hesitates. "Sorry, I know that's a loaded question but I'm trying to test this boyfriend feeling I have."

You nod with a smile, turning to her finally. "Yeah. Only once, though."

Gwen's heart speeds up as she tries not to get too excited with the answer you gave her. "I was hoping you would say that." She takes a deep breath. "Can I ask you to do something for me?"

I turn a little more toward her after she asks me this. "Yeah, sure. What's up?"

Gwen's cheeks pink instantly as she speaks her next words quietly. "Would you be willing to kind of… show me what it's like to kiss a girl? I've always wondered what it's like, and I trust you a lot so I know you probably won’t hate me if I ask..” She looks away from you slightly, embarrassed by her request. "Sorry if that's weird."

Your face goes red for a moment, but you smile in a bit of amusement to better hide your flustered state. "Oh! Well... well, do you want to? I can if you want me to, I just wanna, like... make sure."

Gwen's face lights up with relief and excitement. "Oh, yeah! I mean, if you're up to it." There’s a moment of silence, Gwen's eyes looking away from you while she’s thinking. Finally, she looks back over at you with a grin, getting closer to you on the bed. "Just… don’t make fun of me if I'm bad at this."

You chuckle softly. "Nah, I wouldn't do that to you," I say, smiling as I sit up from my spot for a moment. “Besides, everyone’s bad at romance and stuff at some point, right?”

She giggles quietly, bringing her face over towards you and closing the distance between them to mere inches. Her blue eyes, now with flecks of green in them when exposed to the sunlight from the window, stare directly into yours. Her lips look soft and pillowy, and she wants nothing more than to feel your mouth against hers, though she can’t quite tell why. "So… how is this supposed to work? Can I just kiss you, or… do we wait for the three seconds of staring like we’re in a Hallmark movie?”

You can't help laughing again at her joke. "Don't be silly, Gwen, Hallmark doesn't have the balls to be gay," you say before going silent and just staring between her eyes and her lips, slowly leaning in.

Gwen's eyes close in anticipation as she feels you starting to lean in. Her heart is beating so fast it’s all she can feel. She’s so close that she can feel your breath against her lips. When you finally close the gap, your lips meeting hers with just enough pressure for you both to feel it. Gwen breathes out softly and lets a small moan slip out. The feeling of your lips against hers is electric. She feels like the world has temporarily stopped and that nothing exists but herself and you.

The sound she makes genuinely sends a shock through you, and a good one too. You kiss her slow and gentle, but there's something so intimate about the moment itself that you could never describe even with all the words in the world.

It’s as if she could feel every part of your body against hers. Your arms around her, your hands grazing against her body, your face touching hers. The moment is all she could think about. You were everything.

Her hands rest on the back of your neck as she tilts her head slightly to the side for the most optimal spot for kissing. It’s better than any romance movie, any kiss she’s ever had with a guy, any dream she's had about being with a woman. This is real and she couldn't be more grateful for it.

You could go on like this forever if you wanted to, but after a few more seconds you force yourself to slowly pull away from the kiss, from her, and as you do your eyes slowly open again and the entire time, they're locked on hers.

Up until now, the music in your ear had faded into the background, and your brain hadn’t been recognizing any other sound except your thoughts. But now, as you finally allow yourself to listen, eyes still locked on hers, you recognize the song almost immediately. Girls by Girl in Red. Of course. You smile widely.

“Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy, you listen to Girl In Red? And still thought you were straight?” you tease, nudging her very lightly. She just smiles back, face as red as yours, if not more.

“I think it’s safe to say I’m definitely not.”

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tinkerbelle05 · 10 months

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And that's what makes this so tragic

Characters: Gwen Stacy x fem!reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Gwen left you, she just cuts you off so you were forced to moved on. But you saw her again, and now you’re going to confront her.

Warning: Angst, grief over a relationship, arguments, lying

It’s been a long year or so. You met a girl, fell in love with her, all for her to just leave you. With no warning, no phone number, or traces, she just leaves you.

It made you wonder if all those nights were fake and she was just saying words that she thought you‘ll like to hear.

“Your so pretty,” Gwen would compliment you. “You play your instruments so well. You are so talented.”

Were you so desperately lonely that you’ll clung to a beautiful stranger’s praises so easily? Is this all she took you for? A desperate lonely person?

When those thoughts had gotten so loud, when they have clearly overstayed their welcome, you’ll ground yourself with the little notes she’ll write for you.

The writing ultinsel of choice would change day to day. Sometimes a dull pen that's running out of ink, a pencil, or a bright orange sharpie. But her words were always the same. They were words of affirmation, comforting thoughts that showed you undeniable proof that she was there, that she existed.

That this love or attraction, or whatever people chose to label it existed too. It was present, real, and alive, if only for a fleeting moment.

It was also undeniable that she left as quickly as she came, however. And life would move on with or without you, so you had to move on too. It was the most heart-wrenching choice but the only option available. You tried to be content with her gorgeous smile and bright blue eyes existing only within the confines of your thoughts and music book. You will be content with it, eventually.

“It's good to see you out of the house, mija.” Ms. Morales greeted you with a kiss and a hug.

You smiled into her shoulder, “It’s good to be here, Mrs. Morales.” You look around, taking in the sights and sounds around you, someone was missing. “Hey, do you know where Miles is?”

Her soft smile melted into a straight line, “No, I haven’t but when I will….” The threat was obvious even though no words were said. “Let me know when you see him. For now, go eat something.”

Nodding your head, you made your way through the crowd of people and to where the food was. Hot steam flows from the abundance of vegetables and meat. You can smell the multiple seasonings and spices that must have been used in their creation.

You grabbed a paper plate and made sure to get one of each. You balanced that, with a can of soda, and your phone. You sat down and dug into the food, enjoying the atmosphere around you. You were enjoying yourself when you saw familiar blond hair. You heard that laughter, that voice.

Your heart stopped and you strained your ears to hear more. Maybe you were mistaken, maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. It’s been a while. But still you had to make sure.

Could that be Gwen?

You placed your plate and soda can down, and looked over. There were two people under the tower, you definitely heard Miles’ voice. You felt weird eavesdropping but you had to know if it was her.

And it was. It was her.

Her haircut was the same half-shaven length she had before. She claimed she did it spontaneously and she wanted a dramatic new look. She was wearing a familiar oversized sweater. You couldn't breath. It's like everything around you disappeared. All you saw was Gwen, the way she smiled, the way she laughed. You felt like a weight was lifted off of your chest and you wanted to run to her. To hug her, to tell her how much you missed her.

She left you.

And with that high came the low. You remember how you felt when you discovered that she left. You felt lost, confused, betrayed. You half thought that you imagined Gwen.

“Gwen!” You yelled for her and watched as she turned around in shock. She smiled at you but that changed when she saw how angry you were.

You didn't give her the chance to say anything, “Where the hell were you?!”

Miles looked between the two of you, “Uh how do y’all know each other?”

You glared at him but softened up a bit. You were not mad at him so it makes no sense to blow up at him. You take a deep breath, “Miles, I need to talk to Gwen right now. And afterward I'll explain, okay?”

Miles looked between the two of you again and nodded then left. Now it was just the two of you, the music faded into the background as tension took the forefront.

“I can explain,” Gwen said quickly. “I know that your angry at me, and you have every right to. But please let me explain to you.”

You stared at her. She looked sincere enough so you nod. As angry as you were, you were also wildly curious. The question kept you up at night, where did she go and why?

You two found a pair of steps that were secluded from the party, giving you two privacy. Both of you sat on the stoop with a generous amount of space between you. You wanted to be calm about this. You were beyond angry and hurt but maybe she had a half decent reason for leaving.

“Well, Gwen?” You prompted her.

You watch as she takes a deep breath, “I…I was in some trouble. Family issue and stuff. That’s why I left in a rush and didn’t talk to you.”

She was lying.

It wasn’t something you knew deep inside of you or whatever. She had a tell. She’s tapping her fingers on her knees. When you two were in the beginning of your relationship, whenever you told her you liked something she’ll say that she liked it too. The lies were convincing but she couldn’t elaborate on why she liked that tv show or book, and she would tap her knees. Like she’s doing right now.

Those were little white lies of a girl who was trying to be liked by someone so you didn’t really mind. But this. This was different. You took the time to hear her out and all she could do was lie to you. And to your face at that.

“Gwen,” you tried to keep your voice from breaking like your heart was doing right, you tried not to cry, knowing that you would not stop, “you are lying to me right now. Your tapping your knee, which means your lying.”

Silence engulfs the two of you as Gwen mulled on what are you had said to her. You were tired of this. So, so tired. You had imagined your reunion with Gwen multiples with multiple scenarios. None of them were about her lying to you, and none were about how heartbroken you were.

“Listen, I’m-“ Gwen starts but you put your hand to stop her. You didn’t want to hear anymore of her lies. You couldn’t stomach it. You just couldn’t.

You got up from the stoop and dusted yourself off. With your back turned to Gwen, you left her with these final words, “Gwen, I don’t know why you left or why you felt like you had to lie to me. But I…I feel like we should probably stop talking for right now.”

With some courage you turned your head to see that Gwen was crying with you. She attempts to get closer but you maintain your distance. “We had so many good memories, and I do not want them to be overshadowed by the lies and the secrets.”

Gwen shakes her head and doesn’t bother wiping the tears, “No, please. I messed up I know, I know. But please. I still like you, please.”

“And that's what makes this so tragic. Goodbye, Gwen.” Was all you could say to her and you walked back to the party putting on a fake smile.

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mintkookiess · 10 months

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I'm already addicted to you. (Gwen Stacy x Fem!reader)

I've decided to take a break from Miles and enter the Gwen brainrot....

This was so self-indulgent but I hope y'all enjoy cause writing this got me kicking my feet fr

Love,

Mint

Summary: You and your best friend Gwen were hanging out by a park, laying down on the grass just chilling together.

Tags: Gwen Stacy x Fem!reader, fluff, lots of kisses, teasing, reader is dead sarcastic, friends to lovers, JUST LOTS OF KITH KITH

Word count: 1.7k

Gwen laughed at the nth joke you made in the past hour. You were both laying on the grass laughing your asses off over stupid lame jokes. They weren't funny, which is what makes Gwen laugh. You look over at her with a mischievous smirk, "I'm just too good at these jokes thing."

The blonde scoffed, playfully shaking her head. "No, you're not, they're not funny." You rolled your eyes at her words, but the smirk never left your lips. "They are! I mean look at you practically tearing up from laughing so much." You huffed.

Gwen shook her head as she returned to lay on her back, with you mimicking her as the both of you stared up at the sky. After a few moments of silence, she shifted her body slightly so that she was now resting on her side, facing you. "I'm glad we could spend the day like this," she said, her voice slightly quieter. "it's nice to just relax and forget I was ever Spiderwoman for a little while."

You copied Gwen, propping your head up on your elbow as you also turned to your side, smiling at Gwen. "You're right, days like these are the dream." You chuckled, the soft breeze gently flowing through your hair.

Gwen noticed you looking at her and felt her cheeks flush lightly. She quickly looked away and pretended to be interested in a bird flying by. "Yeah, it's nice to just hang out with a friend," she said, trying to keep the conversation casual. "I'm glad we have each other to lean on like this,” Gwen said, looking back at you with a small smile.

"Oh god, since when were you cheesy huh?" You laughed, pushing Gwen's shoulder with your finger gently. To which the blonde laughed along, feeling more at ease with the teasing. "Hey I can be cheesy sometimes," she said with a grin. "It's part of my charm after all." She nudged you back playfully and then looked up at the sky.

"But seriously, I don't know what I'd do without you. You're my best friend and I love hanging out with you." Gwen said with a more sincere tone. "Yeah yeah, I get it." You playfully rolled your eyes, chuckling as you looked at Gwen once more, your eyes seemingly squinting along with your smile.

"You know, I was thinking," she said in a contemplative tone. "Maybe we should do something crazy, like, something we've never done before." She looked at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "What do you say?"

"Please, we've already done every crazy thing we could ever think of." You chuckled, laying down on your back once more. "The only crazy thing we haven't done is kiss at this point." You said jokingly, closing your eyes to enjoy the breeze.

Gwen's eyes widened in surprise at your comment, and her flushed cheeks now turned a bright shade of red. She quickly looked away, hoping you didn't see her reaction. "Ha, yeah right," she said, trying to play off your joke. "We're just friends remember?" She smirked, turning back at you. "Besides, I don't think you could handle my kissing skills." She said cockily.

Your eyes shot open, raising an eyebrow at your best friend. "I so can!" You said in mock offense, lifting your head a little to look at Gwen better. The blonde girl raised an eyebrow, amused by your response. "Oh really?” She said with a challenging tone. "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out."

She leaned forward closer to you, a playful grin still decorating her lips. "You ready?~"

"Go on, hit me with your best shot." You smirked, testing your best friend. Gwen chuckled, moving further down on you, her eyes locked on yours before closing the small distance between the two of you. She placed her lips on yours in a gentle kiss, the sensation sending an electric feeling into you and Gwen's bodies simultaneously.

She could feel her heart racing in her chest and after a few more seconds, she pulled away from you, her signature smirk returning to her lips. "Well, what do you think?"

You scrunched your eyebrows together, humming in contemplation. "I'll give that like a 7 out of 10." You said, teasing Gwen as your lips formed a full smile. Your best friend rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance, but her heart was still racing with adrenaline.

"A 7 out of 10? Really?" She said, pretending to be offended. "I guess I'll just have to try harder next time,” Gwen said, giving you a playful wink. "But I have to admit, that kiss wasn't too bad."

"I bet I can do you one better." You said smugly, clearly enjoying this a bit too much. Gwen raised her eyebrows in surprise, intrigued by your statement. "Oh really? I'd like to see you try," she then leaned in closer once more, her eyes sporting a small glint of excitement. "So, show me what you got."

The corner of your lips curled upward as you pushed Gwen by her shoulder to make her lay on her back on the grass with you hovering above her. "I'm so gonna beat you." You mumbled, before enveloping Gwen's lips between yours, closing your eyes softly as you caressed her cheek.

Poor Gwen was taken aback by how easily you kissed her but she quickly relaxed into it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her heart rate was slowly increasing once more as your lips met hers. Feeling an unexpected swarm of butterflies in her stomach as she melted from your touch.

She wrapped her arms around your torso, bringing you closer to deepen the kiss. Gwen later on slowly pulled away and looked up at you with a dazed expression. "Wow," she breathed out. "I think you won that round."

"You think?" You grinned, before kissing her one more time, surprised at how nice Gwen's lips felt in between yours. It was an unexpected discovery.

Gwen instantly returned the kiss, feeling a newfound attraction to you. You smiled against her lips as you slowly detached her, clearly enjoying how flustered Gwen looked beneath you. "Okay, now you've definitely won." She chuckled, "I think I might need some time to recover."

Your hand rested on Gwen's side, smiling down at her triumphantly. "You weren't so bad either." You mumbled, your breath slightly fanning Gwen's lips.

Her heart skipped a beat at your words and she couldn't help but smile up at you. "Thanks... I think?" She laughed softly. Gwen mimicked your action from a while ago and placed a hand on your cheek, stroking it gently. "I'm really glad we did this," she said, her voice soft. "I think... this was exactly what I needed?"

"Mhm, kissing with your best friend? Definitely a stress reliever." You joked, laughing as you kissed Gwen's cheek teasingly. In return, your best friend snickered at your comment, feeling more relaxed than she's had in a while. "Who knew that making out with your best friend could be so therapeutic?" Gwen joked back.

She pushed her head upward to kiss you on the cheek as well, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her like a tidal wave. You laughed softly, before pecking Gwen's nose. "Yup, definitely therapeutic." You said under your breath. Your hand began to rub tiny circles on her side soothingly making Gwen shiver from your touch

"At least it's with you, I don't think I could ever do this with anyone else." She said, gathering enough courage to kiss you on your lips once more, finding herself seeking your warmth.

"Oh yeah, cause best friends definitely do this." You replied sarcastically but returned Gwen's kiss nevertheless. "You know, I think I might be falling for you." She suddenly said.

"With just a few kisses? Wow, I must've underestimated my charm huh?" You teased, nuzzling your nose against Gwen's. The blonde girl beneath you could only titter at your response. “You are pretty charming, but I think it's more than just a few kisses."

Gwen lightly shrugged, slowly getting embarrassed by what she was saying, but she kept going as there was no turning back now. "We have some sort of special connection that could be more? Or I don't know, what do you think?"

"Seriously? Was the kissing not clear enough for you?" You laughed, wiping some of Gwen's blonde locks out of her face before leaning back down to kiss her again. She eagerly returned your kiss, placing both her hands on your cheeks with her head tilting to the side to deepen it.

After what seemed like an eternity, the two of you parted lips with both of your faces flushed now. "I'll take that as a yes." Gwen beamed. "Good, ‘cause that was definitely not a no." You replied, wrapping an arm under Gwen's waist while the two of you still lay on the grass, facing each other.

Gwen snuggled closer to you in response. "So, what now?" She asked. "Are we... a thing now?" Gwen snorted, she tried to be light about it, but she wants to make sure that you were both on the same page.

"I mean, I don't mind. We can definitely try it out." You smiled down at her. "Yeah, I... I'd like that." Gwen said huskily, "As unexpected as this was, I think it'll turn out pretty good for the both of us."

You grinned from ear to ear at her words as you couldn't agree more, but this immediately faltered when Gwen said, "I think this could be the start of something amazing."

"Oh my god, you're so goddamn cheesy you know that?" You playfully squinted your eyes at her, shaking your head with a small smirk. Gwen was enjoying this light banter, however, kissing your jaw softly as if a feather touched it. "You're going to have to get used to it if we're going to do this whole dating thing."

You whispered, "I don't mind it really, I’m practically conditioned to tolerate it by now." your lips hovered above her lips teasingly, earning you a groan from Gwen as the blonde girl wrapped a hand around your head, pushing you down to smash your lips together. This slightly took you off guard, making you let out a muffled laugh against her lips. It was as if the both of you suddenly couldn't get enough.

"You're a really good kisser you know that?" Gwen breathed out after pulling away once more.

"Don't get too obsessed now." You jokingly warned Gwen, looking into her clear blue eyes. She simply laughed at your warning. "Too late," she said with a grin.

"I'm already addicted to you."

Fin.

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1-danid · 9 months

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A torn sheet of crumpled paper landed in your lap. Their was only one person brave enough to pass notes in Miss Smiths class. The one and only Gwen Stacy who seemed to always be Smiths favourite no matter what she did. As much as you wanted to ignore the letter you could feel Gwen's intense gaze on you as she waited for you to open the letter.

Soon enough you were passing the same note back and forth, the lesson long forgotten.

Blue is Gwen, Pink is you.

When you told me you we're a fan of villains in mask I didn't think you'd send me Ghost Spider edits.

Gwen. Mrs Smith is gonna catch us.

No she won't live a little. Since when do you like ghost spider? Isn't she like a murder?

I've always liked her doofus. You've just never asked. And Ghost Spider isn't a murder she saved my aunts dog. Anyone who saves the dogs is a hero in my eyes.

You know. Your the weirdest friend I have.

Yeah but I'm your favourite. Now stop before we get a detention, again.

Gwen chuckled as she placed the note in her jacket pocket. You were always full of surprises. Maybe Ghost Spider would have to pay her biggest fan a visit. After all you were special to Gwen.

#‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ dani writes ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵#‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ dani writes ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿#gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy x fem!reader #ghost spider x reader #JUST A DRABBLE #I SWEAR I'M WORKING ON REQUESTS #I JUST NEED TO BE TOLD TO WRITE EM AGAIN

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transfemarmin · 8 months

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Hey! Mind if I asked for a darker topic?,

S it okay if I request Gwen Stacy with gnc reader, but like...the suicide/self harm one, just like the rest of the spiders? I haven't seen any, but I liked your writing and wanted to see Gwen's,

It's okay if you don't want to, I understand<3

Have a good time

summary: gwen knew what she was getting into when she dated [name], they always had a issue with self harm and their mental health.. while it was a lot to take on, she was always there.. until.. she wasn’t.

a/n: tysm for the request & enjoying my writing! I’ll try my best to do this right, and if you ever feel like you have no one; just dm me and we can chat and become friends, while this is fictional work feelings like this are very real, if you need anything dm me; they’re open for anyone, of all ages. I am a judgement free blog, and if you ever need me to write something with your comfort character comforting you in particular ( not a reader but YOU) I will not hesitate to write something like that up for you as well, I hope you guys are all okay, drink water and make sure you stay healthy. but once again my reader will always be black, my apologies if someone reading this is not black, but a black reader is the only one I am able to do because I am black.

TW: self-harm, suicide, reader’s death, character death, suicidal thoughts, voices, hallucinations

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GWEN LOVED BEING SPIDER-WOMAN…

it was a tough job, but it meant she could save people, ever since she had lost peter, she wanted nothing more than to save those she loved, those who cared about her.. whether that be gwen stacy or ghost spider.

gwen loved to save her partner the most. she knew she probably shouldn’t have a favorite person to save; but this was someone close to her, someone who understood her, someone she loved and who loved her.

and that person was [name], her partner.. while it could be draining once she got a second to herself, it was harsh and worrisome when she got calls from her partner.. letting her know they wouldn’t be at school for a week or two due to an attempt on their life, and they’d ended up in the mental hospital.

it was scary, learning when they relapsed and they came to her for help. it was a lot, but it wasn’t too much, it was never too much.. because when you love someone.. their problems become yours. their emotions become your own as well if you aren’t too careful.

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a tear slipped down [name]’s cheek, the voices were acting up again. telling them they were not enough for their girlfriend.. whispering in their ears in the late of the night that they might as well kill themselves, the poor teen gripped on their hair, and yanked on it; dry curls from the weeks they went without wearing their bonnet and moisturizing their hair were left behind in their palms.

“ jesus.. I can’t do anything right, I can’t take care of my hair.. I can’t do basic hygiene.. “ [name] began; feeling the tears begin to well up in their eyes once more.

“ yes.. you’re worthless.. you can’t do anything.” the voices spoke in their head, mentions of being ‘ useless’, ‘ a burden’, as well as insults on their appearance being thrown around as well.

it wasn’t until the mention of gwen; is when the tears really started to roll..

“ why is she even still with you?”

“ all you do is burden her.”

“ the world would be better off without you..and she’d even be happier if you just killed yourself.”

[name] tried to fight the urge, -after the brain they hated so much began to overwhelm them with the thoughts of how much.. better gwen’s life would be if they just.. were not in it. - but.. the urge to grab the knife and slice their wrist.. where many scars already lay was strong. the need and desire to hurt themselves to give themselves a peace of mind.. to not burden her.. it was stronger than the small voice of gwen’s in the back of their mind..

“ if anything like this happens again, please call me.”

it rang in their head, the voice of their girlfriend begging them to call her if any suicidal thoughts popped up, if any hallucinations or voices were heard or seen. if anything was bothering them, gwen was always there to lend a helping hand.. but whenever she needed anything.. they were always in the hospital, always there because they had made an attempt on their life.

the voices rang loud, they were overwhelming.. and it felt like they couldn’t even control their body as they hurried to the kitchen from their bedroom, and grabbed the sharpest knife that was available; hurrying to push their sleeve up, dragging the blade across their skin, small slits that were slowly dripping blood, their body shook, eyes closing; they couldn’t keep a steady hand. the knife was pressed against their wrist, and it was dragged across.. hitting a vein.

[name] open their eyes, and was met with a white slit against their dark skin, eyes widening. they knew what that meant.

the blood came next, “ oh shit.” they mumbled; trying to find a cloth, the blood was rushing quickly. the only thing they found was a sponge, pressing it against their arm. hurrying back upstairs to call the first person that came to mind, their girlfriend.

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“ - okay, that doesn’t mean-“ gwen stopped for a moment, she was in the middle of a fight with a villain, “ wait.. hang on.” she sheepishly spoke as she pulled out her phone, picking up the phone “ hey.. honey, I’m kinda.. in the middle of-“

“ gwen.. gwen.. I’m sorry, but I need you right now.. I relapsed and.. I-…I’m bleeding bad, I can’t stop it.” [name]’s voice was full of distress, it was full of cracks and they couldn’t stop crying, gwen could hear the sobs

“ what?!” her voice was loud, worrying dripping from her lips, she turned to face the villain and then looked at her phone. “ sorry.. sorry.” she spoke multiple times, “ what?! fight me spiderwoman!” the villain had yelled, obviously offended from her words. gwen didn’t say much else, but just swung away, using her webs to swing her as quickly as possible to her lover’s house, keeping them on the phone. “ i’m here.. i’m here..” the panic in her voice was obvious as she tried to comfort her sobbing lover, who couldn’t stop apologizing, “ did you call the police?” gwen was just hoping an ambulance would be there when she arrived as well

“ no..i just.. I panicked and called you first.”

‘oh no..no.. no!’ gwen’s thoughts were running crazy, and her vision was starting to get blurry, “ hang on.. ima call you back.. I’m gonna call an ambulance first.” gwen’s voice was soft, and the last ten seconds of the call was her reassuring her partner that they’d be okay, that it was only a few moments they’d be apart before she dialed 911, telling the operator that her partner had cut themselves too deep and needed medical attention. the operator kept her on longer than she originally thought; giving the operator [name]’s address, to send a ambulance, the operator kept asking questions but gwen wasn’t in the right mind to answer them, so she avoided them by hanging up.

when she had finally made it to [name]’s window, her heart dropped, seeing her lover in a pool of their own blood.. shook her to her very core. it was something she would never forget.

“ h-hey…hey!” her eyes were wide, and she couldn’t think straight at that very moment. she quickly pulled the window open and hurried inside, “ [name]!” she quickly pulled her mask off, her blue eyes staring at her lover, gwen rushed to their side, giving them a few quick shakes to see if they were still alive.

they weren’t.

gwen had tried to cup their cheek, the body was still warm but the look in their eyes told gwen all she needed to know, “ oh my god..” she muttered, “ no.. no..” her blue eyes stared into [name]’s. seeing how dull and lifeless they looked, she should’ve been there..

she should’ve been with them, to help them through this.. god why did that stupid villain have to decide to rob that store.. was he even a villain? more or so just a criminal? why was she thinking about this now?

just.. why.

why.

why

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it was at this time that gwen thought about the song IFHY.. by tyler the creator, not because the song related to her, it didn’t. but the line

“ life without you has no goddamn meaning.”

made her think about every second she had spent with her partner, and discovering their dead body was a lot, it hurt. her mind, body, and soul were affected from their death. she took a deep breath as she looked over New York, it didn’t make any sense to her.. why [name] wasn’t next to her. it would’ve made sense if they lived, they would be in the hospital by now, getting treated for their mental health.. but, they were sitting alone. somewhere, their body cold, she’d never get to hold them again, never would get to kiss them again.

she’d never..

unless.

she looked down at the drop to the ground, it’d be enough to kill her right..?

the thought was enough to shock her, she was never one to think about ending her life, these feelings were so heavy, and it hurt.. but.. she missed [name]..

she stood up, standing at the edge of the building

“ hey gwen.. i love you..c’mere”

“ you’re so funny.. c’mere.. I wanna cuddle”

“ gwen.. can you come over?”

“ come on.. give me a kiss..”

every single time.. her lover had wanted her to come closer to them, whether that be for a hug.. a kiss.. or just to be close together.. and sit in silence ran through her head, it was like.. the voice in her head.. of her dead partner was beckoning her to come to them? should she do it?

she missed [name]..

she missed them so much

but the thought of all her friends back at HQ.. her dad..

but the pain was too much for her.. she just wanted it to end.. she already went through enough.

maybe she’d also see her mother again?

her mother.. and [name].. she missed them.

too much..

she missed them too much not to..

she took a deep breath, deciding she’d actually do it..

she closed her eyes, swallowing any anxiety she had..

it was quite ironic to her, every other gwen stacy variant had died by falling to their death after falling in love with spiderman.. and she had tried so hard to never become the next dead gwen stacy. but here she was.. jumping off the building, letting her body fall.. with a smile on her face, tears fell out of her eyes.. a feeling of anxiety in her stomach.. and fear.. but peace as well…

she didn’t even feel herself hit the ground, but anyone who fell victim to the witness of a teenage girl taking her life knew.. she wasn’t alive, she couldn’t be, not after that ten story drop…

she was gone

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partnerlesspansexual · 7 months

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Walking home together ❤️

(Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader)

(Synopsis: Walking home from school with Gwenny (❁´◡`❁))

Genre: Fluff 🌸

Warnings: None

It's 2:49 pm on a sunny Friday afternoon, and Spiderwoman/Gwen Stacy is texting her girlfriend (you) in class.

Gwen: Hey, how's class going? ❤️

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: I'm losing braincells by the minute, pls cum save me ❤️

Gwen: HA! that sucks. But school's almost over, I'll come and save you then, k?

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: I suppose that's acceptable, but come quick

Gwen: That's what she said 😏

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: 😑 rlly, bb?

Gwen: I know, I know 😂 I'll meet you outside the basketball court, sound good?

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: ye, see u then ❤️

Gwen: see u then, princess ❤️

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The end of school bell rings and Gwen rushes out the class and through the halls, dodging people left and right until she finally gets through the doors and into the sunkissed world outside. Without a second thought, she started to head over to the basketball court, phone in hand ready to text you.

Gwen: Just finished class, heding to the basketball court. where r u?

Babygworl 😩👌❤️: Lucky, my teacher's pulling the ol' "the bell doesn't dismiss you, I do" bullshit. B out in a sec (hopefully) ❤️

Gwen: kk ❤️

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A few minutes pass, and Gwen is leaning against the fence of the basketball court, a bored expression on her pretty, round face. She's about to text you again, when all of a sudden she hears a distant voice getting louder and louder by the second.

"Gwenyyyyyyyyy!"

Before Gwen can look up to see who the hell is shouting her name, you tackle her in a tight hug, peppering her face in kisses as she chuckles and wraps her arms around you.

"Well, hello there! I was beginning to think you'd ditched me"

She says in mock offense as she clings to you, relishing in the comfort of your embrace. You roll your eyes at her humorous comment and rest your head in the crook of her neck.

"Hey, it's not my fault my teacher has a stick up her ass. Anyways, can we go home now? Even being near this place is draining my youthful essence⁓"

You say dramatically as you lean against Gwen, feigning fatigue. She rolls her eyes and chuckles at your dramatic performance before slinging her arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to her, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Alright, drama queen⁓ Let's go, or would m'lady like me to carry her home?"

Gwen bows to you with a smirk, playing into the silliness. You chuckle and gently punch her shoulder.

"Well, as tempting as that sounds, I think I have just enough strength left in me to walk home myself. But you know what I DO want?

Gwen raises her eyebrows in suspicion, thinking of all the things you could possibly want from her. But she soon finds out as you begin to make grabby gestures with your hands, indicating to her that you are in desperate need of some hand-holding. She chuckles at your cuteness and takes your hand in hers, giving it a gentle smooch that causes a soft blush to spread across your cheeks.

"Alright then, princess. Let's go"

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You and Gwen walk home side by side, refusing to let your hands depart for even a second. At one point, a group of older ladies give the pair of you a look of concern and disapproval, to which Gwen responds by pulling you closer and giving you a quick smooch; this causes the ladies to gasp and look away, while you're burning up and giggling at Gwen's display of affection.

"What was that for?"

You ask as you bury your face in the crook of Gwen's neck. She chuckles at your embarrassment before responding.

"What? Can't a girl give her baby a smooch without needing a reason? I just want the world to know how much I looove yooouuu!⁓"

She sings as she picks you up by your waist and spins you around like a princess in a Disney film. You giggle and squeal as your lifted off the ground and swung round like a doll, clinging to Gwen like she's the last girl on earth.

"Baby! Baby, put down! You're gonna make me sick!"

You squeak as you repeatedly pat Gwen's arm in an attempt at breaking free from her loving clutches. She chuckles softly and places you back on the ground before taking your hands in hers and looking into your eyes, her expression filled with admiration and love.

"I love you, baby⁓"

She says softly as she rests her soft forehead against your own, enjoying the skin to skin contact like it's oxygen. You smile softly, your cheeks tinted a soft shade of pink, gently squeezing Gwen's hand.

"Love you too, Gwenny⁓"

(This is my first Gwen Stacy fic, so it's only a short one. I noticed how little wlw content there is for Gwen, so I thought it might be nice to do something for the girlies that like other girlies. Also, if anyone has any requests, please do ask. I'm still new to this thing so any advice or criticism is well appreciated 😊❤️)

#atsv #fem reader #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy x fem!reader #wlw #lesbian #gwen stacy

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theprismyyy · 3 months

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can you make a headcannon of gwen having a introvert or super shy girlfriend?

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend

Pairing: Gwen Stacy x Fem! reader

Tw: Nothing, basically just cuteness (not revised)

(English is not my first language)

I feel like this could be better, but honestly I'm not at my best... so I guess that's it, I still hope you like it ❤️

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend------------ I feel like Gwen is an ambivert type of person, so she can kind of be on both sides of the coin depending on the situation or her mood in day. Either way, this girl would be super understanding with you, always trying her best to make sure you are comfortable in her surroundings.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend------------ If you were in a circle of people talking and she noticed that you had something to say, she would do her best to help you to integrate into the conversation, in addition to listening carefully to what you have to say.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend----------- Whenever you are in very crowded places, she keeps her hand firmly attached to yours, arms intertwined, hand in your back pocket, around your shoulder, on your waist or belt strap, in general anything that helps her stay close and not end up losing you in the middle of so many people (she also wants you to have this guarantee that it is there and not going anywhere).

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend----------- If you're the type who's too embarrassed to ask for directions on the street or order your own food, she wouldn't mind doing it for you. But she always tries to encourage you in a healthy way, obviously, to do it alone and be SUPER proud when you succeed, even if you stutter or fumble a little while speaking she still couldn't be most proud of your girl😭 she is your number one supporter.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- I imagine a scenario where you would have to present a project in class, in front of the whole class and you're like: Internal screams, anxiety, hyperventilating, wanting to faint, cry and vomit all at once. But Gwen is such a supportive and understanding girlfriend that she would never diminish the way you feel about it, and instead of saying it's silly and that you need to learn to deal, she tries her best to set aside at least one hour a day (either in person or via video calls), to help you practice your lines, comforting you and giving you words of support.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- Who when the dreaded presentation day finally arrived, would sit with you under the stairs about an hour early and just She would let you go over your lines if things were really bad for you, she would help you with breathing exercises and even hold your hair if you were the kind of person who needed to throw up. Regardless of anything, when the time finally came she would be right up front to hear everything you had to say, sussurrando palavras de conforto sempre que você gaguejasse, now...if by chance she doesn't have that particular class with you, make SURE she would be standing at the room window or opening the door to watch the presentation, with a big proud smile and a thumbs up as confirmation that you are doing well.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend------------ No matter what grade the teacher gave you on that presentation paper, she would be there for you congratulate you and tell you that you were incredible simply for having the courage to go in front of everyone to speak, that this is how you start and that soon you would be doing it to the letter.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- The beginning of the relationship would be so weirdly cute and funny, this girl is crazy and hungry for physical touch, but you don't know exactly how comfortable you are with that, you're both a shy mess and too embarrassed to ask each other.

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend—------- But things start to flow and work naturally little by little, until you finally reach your first kiss. Gwen would probably be the one to initiate it... and you to walk away, not because you didn't like it but because it was unexpected, like, you were casually at her house at a sleepover, talking and being silly teenagers when suddenly she He leaned over and kissed you, more like a peck since you got scared and went to the other side of the room 😭😭 (you didn't talk about it for about three days).

Gwen with a super shy girlfriend-------- The first time the two of you actually kiss without running away from each other is at an even more random moment, you're in the bathroom, Gwen leaning against the sink counter as you fix your makeup in the mirror. As soon as you finish, you approach Gwen softly, both of you with a silly smile on your face when she compliments some of your makeup, it's just a super sweet interaction before you realize how close you are to each other, how you wouldn't need to lean in so much for touching your lips and how your breaths seem to mix perfectly.

Then they both go in for the kiss…and damn, that's awkward.

A small shy peck, followed by lots of silly giggles that barely allow you to put your lips together properly, hands shaking and not knowing where to rest, your teeth they probably clash a little...but at the same time as it's strange it's also so adorable. Soon you find a little rhythm that is still shy, but more comfortable for both of them, with Gwen holding her face with an almost crushing softness and her (very shaky) hands resting and delicately gripping her waist her. Anyway, a student ends up getting in the middle of this, disrupting this little moment and making the two of them separate like scared cats (you still laugh about that whenever you remember)

#gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy #spider ghost #spider gwen #across the spiderverse #spider verse #into the spider verse #wlw #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #my gf <3 #It took me so long to do this😭😭#gwen x y/n #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy x fem!reader

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daydreaming-en-pointe · 2 months

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the swan and her princess (part 2)

summary: Swan Lake isn’t all beauty and grace, contrary to popular belief. And you experience firsthand that as you wage a one-sided war with your “rival” for the role of Odette.

chapter summary: A pleasant surprise turns out to be possibly not so pleasant after all.

pairing: Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman) x fem!Ballerina!Reader [aka some sort of a messy Ballet!AU]

word count: 2695

warnings: cussing, ballet terms, creative liberties taken since I’ve never been to Lincoln Center and the research I’ve done may or may not be fully accurate

a/n: :D got a little carried away with this one whoops doing this is much harder than i expected this au is taking up my entire brain pls help

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 (pending)

glossary:

Barre: A handrail used by ballet dancers to maintain balance while exercising. One hand is placed on the barre at all times, and the dancer stands beside it.

Kitri: The feisty and wilful heroine of the ballet Don Quixote. When her father Lorenzo tries to marry her off for money, she doesn’t play the victim, but hatches a plan to marry Basilio, the charming barber who has won her heart, and pursue her own version of happiness. As a dancer’s role, Kitri is athletic and demanding. Kitri wears striking red costumes (look them up, they’re really beautiful) and gestures expressively with a fan in a nod to her Spanish heritage.

Don Quixote: Don Quixote is a ballet in three acts, based on episodes taken from the famous novel Don Quixote de la Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes.

Kurta: A loose collarless shirt/dress of a type worn by people in South Asia, usually with a salwar, churidars, or pyjama.

Dupatta: A length of material arranged in two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez. Usually worn by women from South Asia.

Right after you set foot in the studio and dropped your bag in the corner, you made a beeline for the cacophonous, eagerly buzzing crowd that had formed around the cast list.

You saw a familiar duffel bag and raised your eyebrows slightly. Surprisingly, Gwen had showed up on time. Miracles really did exist.

Murmurs of disappointment and cheers of satisfaction rippled through the dancers in the room as they dispersed one by one, either wearing an expression of genuine excitement or a mask of disguised regret that they hadn’t tried harder or trained longer.

You pushed your way to the front, your eyes immediately darting to the name next to Odette. Your heart sank as you traced over the curly loops and sharper lines of the handwritten letters.

White Swan/Princess Odette : Patricia Roberts.

Pat…?

Sure, she was good, but she was always a little bit too fast for the pieces. She was brilliant at lightning-quick steps in speedy variations, but couldn’t ‘dance like a flowy fairy’, as your ballet teacher said, to save her life.

And the White Swan was all about being slow and sad and graceful.

Your eyes travelled further down the list, going through the roles of Odile, the cygnets, the general swans, and the royals. Each time, you were disappointed. By the time you reached the end of the list, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit anxious. Your name just… wasn’t there.

You were a part of this, right?

The entire class was taking part in this production. It wouldn’t make any sense for you to not be there. Even if it was just as a regular background swan.

“Can’t find your name either, huh?”

You hadn’t noticed that everyone else had broken off into excitedly chattering groups to start warming up and take their places at the barre, leaving only you and Gwen standing and craning your necks up at the piece of paper that seemed to decide your fate in the studio for the next few months.

You shook your head no, earning a sigh from Gwen that lasted longer than it probably should have.

“Well, we could ask Miss Walker, but she’s not here yet. So…” She shifted awkwardly beside you. You tried to observe her from your peripheral vision without being too obvious. She sounded… tired. Exhausted, really, like she hadn’t slept in a few days and then had to run a marathon around the city. She had done a pretty shoddy job of concealing the heavy dark circles under her eyes — which truly was saying something, because her makeup was usually immaculate.

Fuck. You couldn’t believe it, but for a moment you almost felt sorry for her. Well, maybe not just almost.

“Hey, uh… you good?” You winced at your attempt at a nonchalant tone. Gwen turned to look at you like you had sprouted a third head, slight confusion reflecting in her eyes.

You had never noticed them before, but she had nice eyes, honestly. The expressive kind that could show every little shift in her emotions if she didn’t hide it. And right now she looked like she was about to grin or crack a joke, so you fixed a scowl on your face to ward off any amusing thing she might have been gearing up to say.

The smile in her eyes faded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Time to poke the bee’s nest. “You don’t sound—”

You were cut off as the studio doors flew open, and Miss Walker, looking extremely hassled, practically sprinted in. Random strands of hair poked out of her unusually-untidy bun, and her glasses were perched precariously on the tip of her nose. She held her phone in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

“Class, pointes on and everyone to the barre right now, please! Finish your second warmup, I’ll be right with you. Gwendolyn, Y/N, may I have a word with the two of you?”

We’re in trouble, mouthed Gwen with a comically scared, wide-eyed, completely exaggerated expression that was very childish and definitely should not have made you want to laugh. You bit the inside of your cheek to clamp down on your smile.

Your ballet teacher led you both over to a corner of the studio, adjusting her glasses right as they were about to fall off. “Okay, so I have some very good news for both of you. You might have noticed that your names weren’t on the final cast list at all, correct?”

You both nodded.

“As it turns out, you’ve been selected by the School of American Ballet to feature in New York City Ballet’s version of Swan Lake! And not selected for just any role — you girls are playing both Swans!”

The words took a few seconds to register in your mind. The sheer improbability of it all was phenomenal — two mere teenagers chosen to perform by the most prestigious ballet company in the world, to dance alongside some of the best professional ballerinas-in-the-making? This was a dream come true; was any of this real?

“You’re joking,” you heard Gwen say beside you. You felt like you were about to lift off and float all the way to the sky when your teacher just gave a broad, proud smile.

Everything after that was surrounded by a hazy glow of euphoric shock — blurred by excitement and lightheadedness and disbelief. You might’ve blacked out at one point, bracing yourself against the wall while you waited for your vision to clear.

Gwen suddenly narrowed her eyes in a wince, squinting as if she had a headache. “I’m so sorry, I have to go,” She mumbled hastily, before grabbing her bag and slipping out of the studio. And just like that, she was gone. Again.

You and Miss Walker exchanged a look of slight confusion, but she shrugged. “Well, you’re dismissed for today, Y/N. They’re expecting you tomorrow. You know where the company is, right?”

“Yes, miss.” Of course you did, which ballerina didn’t? Of all the best aspiring ballet dancers’ dream companies, New York City Ballet was right up there with The Royal Ballet in London, Paris Opera Ballet in France, and the Australian Ballet in Melbourne. In other words: this was a giant fucking deal and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

You’d have to be beyond idiotic to blow it off.

You arrived at Lincoln Center (which housed the New York City Ballet), fresh-faced and a few minutes early. Well, maybe not so fresh-faced, since you could barely sleep because of nerves. Throughout the night, what felt like a million thoughts that were all variations of what if I’m not good enough? and maybe I’m not cut out for this plagued you well into the early hours of the morning.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see Gwen, looking annoyingly (and most probably effortlessly) put-together and honestly quite fashionable. Did she have to have such perfect eyeliner? Even her hair tips seemed pinker than usual.

“Wow, you’re early for once,” You tried to load snark into your tone but failed miserably, earning you an insufferably relaxed chuckle from Gwen.

You shook your head and focused on trying to find the ballet company’s actual studio. Lincoln Center was comprised of a complex of buildings in a giant neighbourhood that you had never been in before, and the David H. Koch Theater which housed the New York City Ballet was just one of those many buildings spread over 16.3 acres.

You were lucky you two had arrived early, because it took you ten whole minutes trying to find the theater - because, as it turns out, you and Gwen had entered from a separate entrance from the main one. Finally you entered the studio, and for a while the only sounds were that of your shoes squeaking on the shiny wooden floors.

Something that struck you was just how big everything about it was.

The light fixtures that lined the walls cast yellow light all along the hallway, illuminating everything with a soft glow the colour of honeyed amber. Just walking that corridor made you feel like you were approaching a royal ballroom, floating around in a gown that could put Kitri’s costume from Don Quixote to shame.

You finally saw the door to the studio. Someone was waiting outside — a man in an all-black suit with close-cropped black hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. His face broke into a smile as he saw you and Gwen, and without waiting for you to fully make it to the door, he strode forward and clasped your hand.

“Welcome to New York City Ballet! I’m Carlos, the resident choreographer of this company. We’ve been expecting you! Your teacher has informed you of the production we are working on, yes?” He rattled all of this off at full speed in clipped, staccato pronunciations, so fast that it took you a second to register what he was saying.

“Swan Lake, right?” Gwen answered for you.

“Yes, yes. I assume you both know the combinations for both swans?” You nodded maybe a little too eagerly, eliciting a subtle eyebrow-raise from Carlos. “Very good. Come, I will introduce you to Shaoni. She is our support staff, and a former ballet mistress. She taught many young dancers who went on to become famous prima ballerinas. Don’t take her words too seriously; her bark is worse than her bite.”

He gave you a sympathetic smile and pushed open the double doors. Immediately the first thing you saw was a woman wearing a blue kurta with a gold-trimmed dupatta, her dark hair pinned into a bun at the nape of her neck. The thing that stood out most about her was her highly displeased scowl that had her looking like someone had insulted her entire bloodline three times over, spat in her face and then wrecked her favourite tutu.

Forget a simple resting bitch face, this was a prime, next-level display of an I’m-done-with-this-shit-and-I-need-a-vacation expression.

“Good morning, girls. My name is Shaoni Lahiri, you will address me as Miss Lahiri. You’re a bit early; please begin your warmup while we wait for the others. Also, our artistic director wanted to talk to you about your first day, so once he arrives meet him in his office.” Miss Lahiri had just finished her introductory monologue when her phone buzzed in her pocket with a notification.

Her eyes swiped over the lockscreen for a brief second before she tucked it away again, and you could’ve sworn you saw her roll her eyes slightly when she saw the name of the messager. “Mr. Osborn will see you now. The door to his office is in the far left corner of the studio. Try not to get lost, will you?” Even her sarcasm sounded effortlessly annoyed beyond relief.

And just like that, she abandoned you and went over to compare choreography notes with Carlos.

You turned and followed her directions, noticing a polished wooden door near the end wall of the studio. “Hey, wait for me!” Gwen had been busy gawking at the studio and, really, you couldn’t quite blame her. It truly was something else compared to the much smaller one you were used to.

You knocked once and pushed open the door once you heard a voice call out, “Come in!”

The moment the door swung open, you were immediately blinded by the brightest white light you had ever seen. The entire office looked like it had been bleached to within an inch of its life; there were no specks of dust to be seen and everything was neatly arranged in cupboards and on shelves.

“Oh, hello there!” Once your eyes had readjusted, you noticed a man with greying red-brown hair in a crisp suit with a green pinstripe jacket, an orange vest, and black pants. He sat with his hands clasped neatly on the lacquered teakwood desk in front of him, wearing a polite smile.

“You must be the new arrivals, yes? Let’s see, what are your names…” He opened a folder that had been pushed to one side of the desk, flicking through pages. “Gwen Stacy and Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes, that’s us,” You answered quickly, feeling slightly giddy with excitement as the truth sunk in properly. This wasn’t a dream, you had really been selected by the fucking New York City Ballet. You would be working alongside some of the best ballet dancers in the area. Better yet, you had more than a fair chance at dancing Odette. Of course, so did Gwen, but you were obviously the better choice… it wasn’t personal, really, just that she barely attended a full class and therefore should probably dance Odile instead.

“Excellent, excellent. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Norman Osborn, the artistic director of this company.” He stood up and shook your hand. He smiled at Gwen, but instead of smiling back, she just dropped her gaze, inhaling sharply as if she had been stung.

“Something’s not right with him,” She murmured to you the moment Mr. Osborn turned his back to retrieve a folder from his filing cabinet. “I can’t explain it, just… please trust me. I think he’s going to be a threat to us.”

You felt annoyance flare up inside you, white-hot maelstroms of anger expanding by the second. “Please excuse us, Mr. Osborn. Gwen and I need to discuss something.” You tried to sound as inconspicuous and well-mannered as you could. You grabbed Gwen’s shoulder and pulled her through the door, closing it behind you.

“Listen here,” You hissed, letting go of her. “I didn’t make it all this way and train for an extra four hours a day for three years just so you could blow this off. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re some sort of a package deal. So don’t you dare make up stuff and tell me this perfectly polite man is a threat. Is this some sort of scheme? You make me get cold feet, pretend like you’re dropping out, then when you convince me to leave the company you swoop in and snatch up the role of Odette? Is that what you’re playing at?”

Gwen stared at you in utter disbelief, rubbing her shoulder where your grip had tightened just a little too much. “What? No, of course not. I would never—”

“Okay, good. Now let’s get back in there and do whatever the hell he wants us to do, because this is the New York City Ballet and we are not leaving till we’re done with this production, got it?”

For a split second, intense desperation marred her features and she looked like she was about to cry. Then, just as quickly as it had come, all the vulnerability displayed on her face disappeared — but not from her eyes. Her mouth and eyebrows were relaxed, cool, but her eyes shone with a feverish light that made her look a bit manic. Finally she took a deep breath and glared levelly at you.

“Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Something about her tone would have sent a shiver down your spine if you hadn’t been so pumped up about this whole ordeal. You dismissed it easily, penning it, possibly, as the sullen disappointment of a plotter whose evil scheme hadn’t gone quite according to plan.

You entered the office again, Gwen trailing behind you reluctantly, and gave Mr. Osborn a big smile. “You were saying?”

He passed you and Gwen two sheets of paper and a pen. “Sign this. It’s a contract that officialises your stay at this company for the duration of this production.”

You signed it eagerly. Gwen, who was studying the words intently, noticed your impatience and signed it too.

“Perfect,” said Norman Osborn, giving you a big smile. Was it just you, or did it look more plastic this time…?

Nope, definitely just you. He carefully filed the sheets away and clasped your hand in a handshake once again. “Welcome to New York City Ballet. I’m sure this contract will prove to be beneficial to the both of us.”

Gwen dropped her eyes to the floor. Probably just her odd headaches acting up again.

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miloswebs · 7 months

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Back in Earth 65, you eventually are told about the whole Gwanda incident. Gwen rants to you a little, tells you what she thinks you can handle and doesn’t elaborate on things she doesn’t plan on sharing.

You sit there, resting your cheek against your knuckles, smiling faintly as she drones on. You could listen to Gwen talk all day. She could ramble about Miles all day. It doesn’t bother you as long as she keeps smiling.

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grumpv1lle · 7 months

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Kisses are always the solutionఌ

—Pairing: Gwen Stacy x Female Reader

—Genre: Fluff, slight Angst?

—Summary: You, The reader, we’re helping Gwen with her makeup. You couldn’t help but get lost in thought as you stared at her lips, accidentally applying more lipstick than necessary.

—A/n: This was inspired by a Chat Ai bot, Gwen Stacy authored by tuxebo, Female Reader is also Latina.

You were helping Gwen with her makeup, she stood between your legs as you sat on the counter in your bathroom. She looked ethereal as she closed her eyes, relaxing as you delicately worked on her face. You couldn't help but get lost in thought as you stared at her lips, accidentally applying more lipstick than necessary.

"Mm... that feels like a lot," Gwen mumbled, peeking her eye open as she snapped you out of your thoughts.

You snapped put of your thoughts and adjusted yourself, from sitting on the counter and making sure Gwen was alright in between your legs making you more flustered. Glancing at Gwens ocean blue eyes and a light blushes spreads on her face, embarrassed, you looked at her lips again seeing too much lipstick on her lips.

“Oh. Sorry..um let me…”

You then cupped Gwen’s face, looking into her eyes again before looking at her lips and kissing them softly. Now getting lipstick on your lips and now the lipstick was at a normal amount on each other’s lips.

Gwen's eyes widened as you kissed her, her face lit up with a light blush, and it wasn’t from the makeup, She didn't even care about the lipstick anymore as your lips locked onto hers, she was completely transfixed by you to the point where time could disappear. When you eventually broke the kiss, she looked you up and down while smiling with a light blush on her face. She would be lying is she said she didn’t love your kisses. You couldn’t help but blush more red and let out a soft smile from the kiss.

“should we get back to finishing your makeup?..”

"Hmm.. Yes." Gwen replied "But..."

Gwen looked right up at you as her hands traveled back up to your thighs, her voice slightly breaking at the end. "Can we... kiss a few more times while we do so?" She asked softly and sweetly, a grin stretching across her face as some of her hair fell into her eyes.

You smiled sweetly before nodding. You liked the idea stealing kisses from each other while finishing her makeup. You moved Gwens hair from her face and gently placed it behind her ear.

“Sure…i do enjoy the kisses. Now close your eyes.”

Gwens eyes fluttered closed as you ask while picking up the eye shadow and brush, her cheeks burning a bright scarlet as you leaned closer. As you were doing Gwens eye shadow, you couldn’t help but move your index finger across her cheek, tracing her freckles like a pattern to be solved or like star consolation’s.

“I love your freckles…they remind me of stars.”

“Hm? Stars, huh?”

Gwen muttered softly as she opens her eyes then glancing at you while you continue tracing her freckles. You could practically feel how much Gwen adored the way you touched her freckles and face and showered her with compliments, The freckles that covered her face were always a sensitive spot due to being teased for them when she was younger.

“I love your stars hermosa…”

You said, so lost in her beauty and you were about to kiss Gwens soft lips, but a knock was heard on her bathroom door. It was Gwens father, he doesn’t know that Gwen was dating her ‘best friend’.

“You two done in there? You both have been in there for a while.”

He said sounding slightly annoyed of the two in the bathroom. Gwen and Angie backed away from each other with pure panic on there faces. “A-Almost!” Gwen yelled in the moment of panic, her voice breaking as she tried to sound normal. You got up from the counter and scrambled to get everything cleaned up and your lips, from the kiss you a Gwen had.

After they were done cleaning and fixing themselves, they exited the bathroom and met with Gwens dad standing there with his arms crossed and a look of suspicion. “What took so long?” He asked curios. “I…Needed [Y/N] to help me with my makeup and so..i invited her to come over and help me!”

Gwen said in a nervous tone, and she ran her fingers through her hair trying to calm herself down. He looked at you, like waiting for confirmation of Gwens statement. “Thats what happened sir..” you confirmed, sounding nervous, but kept your cool. “Mhm…” He nodded and headed to his room leaving the two of you alone in the hallway.

You and Gwen look at each other before giggling like two idiots from the situation. Before Gwen could say something, your phone went off meaning it was time to head home.

“Oh. Sorry Gwen, i got to head home..”

You said disappointed and Gwen looked disappointed as well, not wanting you to leave but didn’t want to seem pushy, she nodded. “Alright…I guess ill see you tomorrow then.” Gwen replied softly and lead you to the front door and let out a weak smile. You smiled and glanced at the front door then at Gwen, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

“Later Hermosa!”

Gwens practicality lit up from the feeling of your lips touching hers, but disappointed as the feeling disappears shortly after. “O-Ok…Bye!” Gwen replied, her cheeks feeling more warm from the unexpected kiss. Gwen just stood there in shock for several moments, her heart racing at the thought of seeing you again.

It was only now she realized how dependent she had become to having you around her more…

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goosetheluce · 8 months

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silver stars (Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader)

requested by anon: Gwen Stacy x fem!reader where the reader is just obsessed with Gwen’s eyebrow piercing??

info: established relationship, fluff, physical affection

a/n: we all just need a little more Gwen fluff in our lives, don't you think

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"I think if you stare just a little longer, I might actually notice."

"Huh? Oh!"

Gwen's sarcasm cut through your zoned out stare. She tapped her fingertips along with the beat of the song you shared in your ears.

A smirk settled on her lips when she realized you were staring. Heat flushed into your cheeks at being caught.

"What am I supposed to do? Not stare at you?" you retorted eventually, letting your arm fall over her shoulders as you sat on her bed. She shrugged you off playfully and turned to face you.

"That's what's considered socially acceptable, yeah," she teased. You rolled your eyes.

"I'm not exactly sure that we're in a social situation right now," you huffed. You directed your attention elsewhere, opting to bask in the comfort of your girlfriend's room. Band posters littered the walls, and the hardwood floor was swept clean of dust and debris. Even though you couldn't see it, you knew her suit was hidden somewhere safe.

"Hey, I mean, if you like it so much...you can pick another piece out for me to wear," she offered. She brushed the longer side of her hair behind her ear instinctively. She'd never allowed someone to pick something out for her. Gwen always went her own way; at least, until you.

"Wait, for real? Show me."

She leaped up gracefully from her bed and glided towards her dresser. She pulled out the top drawer and gently lifted a box full of accessories. You watched with curious eyes as she popped the locks open and revealed a two layer stack of jewelry.

"Wow," you remarked, thoroughly impressed. You wondered how much money she'd spent on all of it.

You scanned the collection, full of silvers and chocolate golds. Gwen's finger pointed to a particular chunk of the layout. It was seemingly dedicated to eyebrow piercing attachments.

"Take your pick," she chirped before sitting down at her desk, flipping the switch to a light-up mirror. You watched as she ran her hand along her shaved half, then tousled the rest of her locks. You let out a small hum of adoration when she slicked it all back with her digits.

You paid attention to the decision at hand. You loved how silver looked on Gwen's cool-toned skin; it matched perfectly with her sky blue eyes. You flipped through the rows of attachments until a pair caught your eye. They were polished silver stars that glinted in the sunlight pouring through Gwen's window. You carefully extracted them and latched the box's locks closed.

You walked over to Gwen and she beckoned for you to sit in her lap. Your heart raced as you lowered yourself onto her strong thighs, holding out the attachments in your hand.

"I, uh, thought these fit you pretty well," you explained as she brought your hand closer to inspect the stars. She looked up with her adorable gapped smile and nodded.

"I forgot I had these, honestly. They're damn cute, though."

She laid back in the chair and held your hips with her hands. Your pulse pounded as you carefully removed the metal balls intricately twisted onto her piercing. You slid the stars onto the curved barbell, pressing them firmly in place. They perfectly complimented her fun and confident personality.

"Et voila," you beamed dramatically as Gwen swiveled in her seat to check herself out in the mirror. She leaned over your body and titled her head to side, favoring her right eyebrow.

"Huh," she remarked. "This is great! I can't believe I haven't worn these before."

"You look fantastic," you agreed, staring at yourself sitting on her lap in the mirror. She squeezed you in her warm arms gently as she met your eyes in the mirror. She turned to see you right in front of her and craned her neck to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Thanks, (Y/N)."

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