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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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peachii-pao · 10 months

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pose practice with gwen!! （＾ν＾）

#across the spiderverse #atsv #gwen stacy #atsv gwen stacy #spiderverse #art #drawing #digital art #my art #sketch #doodle #animation #gif

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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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incognito-duo · 1 month

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(I was talking about Miguel to a insta oomf and I'm back to yammering.)

Miguel O'Hara has an ofrenda. Not probably, but he just does. He remembers how he would sit Gabriella in his lap and explain the importance of the ofrenda, naming each and every family member by their belongings or photos. He never thought that he'd see Gabi’s photo up there too.

It wasn't right. It wasn't right at all - what father wants to see his lil girl's photo smiling back at him on a ofrenda? With shaky hands he places her hair ties and soccer jersey alongside her photo. He places her baby clothes next to her photo too, her favorite stuffed animal as a toddler, her soccer ball - he places even more photos up, he can't help himself.

He rubs her old soccer jersey between his fingers trying to find some resemblance to his daughter’s skin, trying to see that maybe if he blinks it'd be her instead in his arms. He lets his eyes water in the solace of his house, his lights off with only the candle light illuminating his face as he holds onto Gabi’s fuzzy baby clothes. They were so small, she was so small.

“I thought it was harmless.” He thinks. “I thought it was harmless, I thought it was harmless.” He repeats to himself as he walks to her grave with aching feet. This Gabriella has a grave, he couldn't even give the other one that luxury.

He feels himself go mental as he can't help but make another ofrenda for his other Gabi, right next to the one from his universe. He doesn't have anything of this Gabriella, just printed out photos of the videos he has. Videos where she's not even with him, just the man he wanted to be.

He never wanted to be Spiderman. He wasn't like Peter, Jess, Ben, Gwen, or Miles chasing after a normal life and the grandeur of Spiderman at the same time. He just wanted his Gabriella, su corazon.

“I thought it was harmless.” He repeats as he curls his hands into fists, his claws digging into his skin, not caring if he draws blood. Today, Gabriella would be fifteen - she'd have her quinceañera. He places her last doll and last shoes, his arms shaking as he wishes he could give her a last dance.

It was November 1st and Miguel wished his photo was up on the ofrenda instead.

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