Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen In Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse (2018) ↳ Requested By @melbourne-fine

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen in Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018) ↳ requested by @melbourne-fine

Watermelon Seed

You and Sebastian have been trying for a child for a while but after a talk you decide to take a break for a small amount of time. Character – Sebastian x Reader Word Count - 1209

‘I’m sorry I pushed this on your so hard.’ You said to him, he shook his head, making the bed shake. ‘Don’t be.’ He said next to you. ‘I shouldn’t have force it on you.’ You said, your voice breaking slightly. Sebastian moved so he was on his side, head resting on his hand. ‘You didn’t force it on me. We both wanted it as much as each other.’ He told you his hand, tracing patterns on your arm which was closest to him. ‘I made us do it all the time, and it’s not working anymore.’ You continued trying to place the blame on yourself, after having tried for almost nine months for a mini you and Sebastian. ‘shh… we both knew going into this it could happen straight away or it would take some time to happen.’ He said, placing a kiss onto your shoulder, you nodded. ‘We should take a small break, give us both time to prepare.’ He said awkwardly, and you giggled as you turned around to face him. ‘I’ll need to still keep track of my period though.’ You said to him, he nodded. ‘Well I can help with that. Your last period was at Comic Con, cause I had to go do a panel and then I brought back some Bucky and Steve cookies from one of the stalls.’ He told you and you mouth dropped open slightly. ‘How long ago was Comic Con?’ You questioned him. ‘Five weeks ago, why?’ He told you as he watched your intently. ‘Five weeks?’ You asked again, he nodded his head. ‘It can’t be right.’ You mumbled to yourself but he heard it. You reached to the bedside table and picked up your phone. ‘What?’ He asked as he watched you unlock your phone and go to your calendar. You calculated the weeks to be sure before locking your phone and placing it back on the bedside table. ‘I’m a week late.’ You stated as you turned and faced him. ‘What?’ It was his turn to be confused. ‘My period, I’m a week late.’ You told him, he looked at you and smiled. Rolling over so you were pinned under him, his elbows at either side of your head. ‘Are you pregnant?’ He asked. ‘I mean I’ve been stressed from work and that could totally fling it off.’ You continued explaining it to him. He watched as you went silent and he could almost hear the clogs in your brain turning. ‘But yeah.’ You said as you finally focussed on him, he broke out in a massive smile and pressed kisses all over your face. You started giggling as you pushed him over and he was on his back, you straddling his hips. He looked up at you and smiled widely before he sat up, your noses pressing against each other. ‘We’re having a baby.’ He whispered as his hands made their way under you top and placed gently on your belly, you smiled and nodded.

3 months later. ‘Are you sure you want to tell them?’ He asked as he nuzzled into your neck, his hands resting on your small bump. ‘Yeah, why don’t you want to tell them?’ You questioned him, he had been excited all week. ‘I don’t know. It’s our little secret just now. I just don’t want to tell anyone.’ He mumbled into your neck, you brung you hand up and ran it through his hair. ‘Well we’re telling the family tonight, friends at the weekend and we’ll tell the fans closer to the date, so you can have a special secret.’ You teased him, he smiled but nodded. Placing a kiss to your neck before he pulled back.

‘Mmmm. Did you make this?’ You mum asked you, you rolled your eyes at her. ‘Yes, mum don’t sound so surprised.’ You said, Sebastian’s hand landed on your thigh as she licked the spoon, looking at it before placing it down. He squeezed it as she picked it back up and looked closer, before screaming surprising everyone at the table. ‘What’s wrong?’ Sebastian’s mum asked. Your mum looked at the two of you with wide eyes. ‘Really?’ She questioned, you both nodded your head with smiles. ‘Really what?’ Sebastian mum asked, you looked at them and smiled. ‘Read your spoons.’ You told them, they looked confused but licked their spoons and read them. there was a deafening silence before screams and squeals echoed throughout the room. Yours and Sebastian’s mum, ran around to you, hugging your tightly where as your dad high fived Sebastian.

4 months later. ‘You ready to go?’ Sebastian asked, you nodded as you looked up from your phones. ‘Seb?’ You said, he poked his head back out the bathroom with a raised eyebrow. ‘We should tell the fans. I don’t want them to find out through the media or anyone else.’ You told him, he nodded and walked over to you, offering you a hand to help you up with your gratefully took. ‘Okay, I’ll post it in the car.’ He said. You smiled as you grabbed your bag and the both of you made your way to the car that was waiting out the front for the two of you. Once you were driving to the venue, you and Sebastian brung out your phones deciding to announce the news of your baby on the way there, once you had both posted, within seconds both your phones were buzzing.

As you got out your car, you stumbled a little but found your balance and smile at Sebastian. When everyone saw the two of you they screamed, then when Sebastian moved to your side the fans screamed louder and the paparazzi aimed the cameras towards you. You walked hand and hand down the carpets until the first interviewer. ‘Mr and Mrs Stan, lovely to see you both tonight.’ She spoke cheerfully. ‘Nice to meet you too.’ You and Sebastian said at the same time. ‘So breaking news for anyone who doesn’t already know. You’re pregnant.’ She said loudly, and the fans cheered around you. ‘I don’t know who said that, Seb just challenged me to eat a watermelon seed and here we are.’ You joked as you gestured to your belly, all three of you laughed. ‘Well congrats on the watermelon then, how far along are you?’ She questioned, you rubbed your belly as you felt her kick, knowing that she was being talked about. ’29 weeks, so 7 months now.’ You said as you calculated it in your head. ‘Are you excited to be a father?’ She asked turning to Sebastian after you answered. ‘Of course, she’s going to be daddy’s little girl.’ He said as he placed his hands onto your bump and she kicked again, Sebastian smiled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. ‘Well it was lovely to meet you, good luck with your movie and your little one.’ She said, you smiled widely and nodded. ‘Thank you, we will.’ You both said smiling, before moving onto the next interviewer. The rest of the interviews being a repeat of the last, not asking much about the movie, mostly about the little girl, but you and Sebastian didn’t mind.

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bloodyknucklestiredeyes

6 years ago

Peter Parker; Strangers in the night

This is my very first imagine that I wrote months ago for my friend and just found it LOL but I wanna share it here so im sorry if theres errors or smth but yeah hope y’all like it.

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Word count: 1221

Warnings: none just FLUFF

The wind roared with fury over the towers of Queens, New York. A shadow figure loomed onto a high skyscraper. The small frame of the mysterious figure got the attention of a nearby red and blue boy. With catlike silence, the red and blue suit was behind the dark figure. “If you wanted to sneak up on me it didn’t work.” The sarcastic and dry voice came from the small figured preached on the building. An awkward chuckle escaped the boy and within 30 seconds, the small female was standing up, standing on the ledge. “Bye spider-boy.” And without missing a beat, the female saluted her departure and jumped. Spider-man’s eyes widened at the sudden movements and he instantly leaps into action, ready to save the young woman who jumped. But to his disbelief, there was so body in the air, nor on the ground. the young woman simply, vanished.

It’s been a week since Peter Parker’s strange encounter with the black figured woman. Every night on patrol he would keep his eyes out for her, wanting them to cross paths again.

The noisy and crowded halls of midtown high made my ears want to burst. I pushed through the many teenagers, desperate to get to my locker. With a final push through the crowd my small body collided with my blue locker and I gave a sigh of relief before putting in my locker combination. “YO Y/L/N” the booming voice echoes the halls. “Crap.” i whisper, leaning my head against the cool locker. “Yes, Flash?” I sweetly ask the male. “So I was, Uh, wondering. I gotta party this weekend, wanna come? it’ll be fun baby girl.” Half way through Flash Thompson’s sentence, he winks and grabs at his junk. My nose crinkles in disgust at the teenage boy and say, “No thanks Flash. I have family plans. Maybe next time!” I smile sweetly before grabbing the books i need from my locker, and walk to first period.

When I get home to my small apartment in Queens that afternoon, I immediately run to my room and grab my skin tight black uniform. I smile while i run my hands down the soft fabric, mixed with leather. Most people have some life changing moment to want to become a “superhero” but I had always wanted to help people. I took various fighting skill classes from age 4 to age 15. I knew how to take care of myself, and when the infamous “Spider-man” took on the streets of Queens, New York, i knew I could too. So i made this costume and my other gadgets and started around 3 months ago. I go mostly unnoticed, which means Spider-man gets my credit for the job, but it doesn’t bother me. I would rather help people than be on the front page news. But i can admit I chuckle when I think about how confused spider-man must be when he gets credit for the job he didn’t do.

After the sun goes down i walk into my room and put on my suit. the fabric and leather are perfect. Soft but sturdy fabric reaches around my chest and abdomen, and runs down my legs. Patches of leather are on my back, knees, elbows, and around my breasts. The boots I wear have a tiny heel, it doesn’t get in the way but it does give me some style. My hair in a pin straight high ponytail and a black mask covers my eyes and cheekbones. The burgundy lipstick i wear makes my teeth look whiter than normal and makes me eyes pop. I smile in the mirror and get to my balcony window. With a small push, i’m out the window and jumping through the night.

I sit on a ledge, my feet dangling, off a building and scan the streets below. The sound of cars driving by has become a constant and I slightly smile at the noise. “Funny meeting you here.” A boyish voice breaks the almost silent air. I give a dramatic sigh and stand up. “What do you want spidey?” I put my hand on my hip and give him my best ‘annoyed’ look. “Who are you?”

The question only mildly surprised me. He had never seen me before last week so of course he had questions. I only hoped he would give something a little more original off for out first official meeting. “I’m helping.” My statement had a ‘duh’ factor to it and it made him frown slightly. “But i’m spider-man. I don’t need help.” I furrow my brows and frown at his whining behavior. “Chill. I don’t want to steal the spotlight. Just want to take some of the load off you.” I put my hands up in mock surrender and lift my eyes to meet his. When I looked into his mask I had the urge to take it off and see the color of his eyes. Were they bright and blue? or dark and brown? Would they hold secrets and built up anger or an innocence in them? The thoughts of wanting to see my fellow “superheroes” eyes made my cheeks flame up. The sounds of sirens broke our trance and we darted our heads to the noise. “That’s my cue!” I yelled and began running towards the ledge. “Not if I get there first!” said spider-man and he shot his webs into the air, swinging off.

These strange encounters became more frequent over the next few weeks. He would find me on some ledge, we would talk and then some crime or emergency would bring us back to reality. I was beginning to become more and more curious to this boys identity. He was obviously well built, not super tall but not the shortest either. He had a voice that sounded like he just finished puberty but then he also had that vibe that he was maybe older? The curiosity was killing me. So one night i asked, “Will we ever show each other who we are?” I had my head rested upon his shoulder, so my question made my head joint at his sudden surprise. “Would you like to know who I am?” he answered my question with a question. “Very much yes.” I stated. “Then we should reveal ourselves.” His proclamation made me lift my head up with admiration. “really?” The question came out small and high pitched. He nodded and we both re adjusted ourselves to where we were sitting criss cross in front of each other. We put our hands on each others masks and take deep breaths. “Wait.” I say. his hands drop to his sides, thinking we weren’t going to reveal ourselves. I lift his mask up just above his lips and breath nervously. “Can I kiss you?” my words don’t seem to surprise him. He nods and I smile. I place my lips onto his and he begins to move our lips together in sync. I place my hands on his mask and pull it up more. He does the same with mine. When we pull apart, out masks are off. His brown, curly locks are messy and his eyes are a chocolate brown. I look into them and smile. innocence. I smile and place my hands in his hair, kissing him again.