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Together

Request: Do you happen to write for the resident evil fandom?? If so, can I get something for claire? It can be fluff or angst or both! Lovin’ the blog btw!!

A/N: I love the Resident Evil franchise! Resident Evil 2 just so happens to be my favorite game of the series, and I’m super happy that they remade it recently. Here’s to Claire! (special thanks to fionasbelli for this wonderful gif!)

“Claire, I swear I’m fine. Let’s just keep goi—”

“No. You’re hurt. Let me help you.”

You sighed as you sat down reluctantly on a bench. Both of you were able to find yourselves in a safe spot from outside the library, no longer hearing footsteps or growls. Claire kneeled down beside you while gently grabbed your arm. From her pocket, she got out some bandages and herbs for your wounds. She began wrapping bandages around the cuts on your bicep.

“Are you mad? Kinda seems like you’re ma— Ow! Geez, you don’t need to be so rough.” You winced in pain as Claire pulled the gauze too tight for your liking.

“You didn’t have to protect me from that monster. I could’ve done that myself.” Claire huffed, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“But I wanted to. I needed to. You were about to get killed! That guy’s like ten times your size, Claire! There’s no way in hell I’m letting him take you away. Not when I just found you again.” You said that last part softly, pain laced in your words. You felt the bandages tighten as you both fell silent. 

—————-

You and Claire had first met as children in grade school. You were clever and ambitious, quickly absorbing any information your teacher had taught you, even though you were a new transfer student. Claire was reserved, tough, but very smart; able to learn fast and pick up things with relative ease. You two were always at each other’s necks, never really getting along at such an early age. But that soon changed when you came into class with a bruised eye.

Claire was always the tougher one out of both of you. And you found that out in grade school when she took out your school bullies with no mercy. After they ran off, she looked back at you with that signature “Redfield Smile” and helped you up, and asked if you were okay. After brushing yourself off, you enveloped the girl in a hug, a symbol of thanks and a start of a beautiful friendship. Since then, both of you were inseparable; always seen together inside and outside of school. The two of you were a dynamic duo, ticking down the school years with relative ease. 

As time went on, you found yourselves wanting more. When it came time to start sophomore year of high-school, Claire had felt strange emotions when you would come over to hang out. When you held hands, it was different; when you had sleepovers with her, it was different. These feelings she had, were different. And for the first time in her life, Claire didn’t know what to do.

 For the rest of the year, she began to fall more and more in love with you. She loved the way you would smile after getting a question right. She loved the way you laughed at her jokes. And above all, she loved you. Little did she know, you loved her back just as much.

Months had gone by without a confession from either from you, and it was painful to keep such a secret. Which was strange for Claire, as nothing usually fazes her. When it came time for her to tell you, she wasn’t exactly expecting for you to speak first. 

“Hey, Y/N. Thanks for m-meeting me here, I need to tell you something that’s imp—”

“I’m moving, Claire.” And with that, Claire’s whole world fell apart.

“I-I don’t understand. You...You’re leaving me?”

“I don’t have a choice, Redfield. My family can’t afford to live here with the jobs they have. My parents landed some jobs in Raccoon City, and I can’t... I won’t be able to see you again for a while. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Claire.” You hugged Claire with a tight grip, not letting her see the tears you had in your eyes. 

Claire trembled in your grasp, trying to process everything. For a few moments, she was lost; she couldn’t let you leave, she won’t allow you to. Not without telling you the truth.

Claire broke free of your hold, much to your confusion. “Claire, are you oka—” She smashed her lips to yours, not wasting any more time. And you didn’t seem to mind. When you broke away for breath, she began speaking.

“Don’t say anything...just sit here with me for a while, okay?” Claire rested her head on your shoulder as you both watched the sun go down for the last time together.

—————-

You smiled softly at the memory. Even with the ongoing chaos of the police department, you were amazed that you found her here, of all places. Like it was fate. Looking down at Claire, you studied her face. Her ponytail was messy; dried up blood and dirt was caked on her face; and her clothes became dirty and ratty due to the obstacles you both had to face. But even with all of that, she remained pretty as ever. A small voice that piped up had shook you from your thoughts.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I just—I can’t lose you again either. Ever since my parents passed, I realized that I don’t have much left besides Chris. When they died and you moved away, I’ve never felt more alone in my entire life. Chris leaving for S.T.A.R.S didn’t help that feeling go away either.” Claire sighs sadly.

“Being in college has helped me to find myself and heal. I have some new friends, my brother has a cool new job, and I'm a few years from graduating. When you were away, I finally learned to be without you and not feel like utter shit. But seeing you here again,” Claire took a small pause to regain her composure. “...felt like too much.”

Your heart ached as you stared down into Claire’s eyes, the blue orbs you found pretty were now glossy with unshed tears. She finishes up bandaging your arm and takes a seat next to you, but turns away from your gaze. 

You gently rested your head on her shoulder, putting your arm around her. 

“Claire, please look at me. Please.” The brunette hesitantly locked eyes with you.

“I never thought that I would see you again, especially here of all places. It’s hard to believe that after all these years, I’m seeing you—with my own eyes; taking down those things with no mercy. You’re special, Redfield. And that’s one of the reasons why I fell in love with you.” You swept some strands of hair behind her ear, before pressing on.

“Even this shithole can’t take me away from you.” Claire gave a soft laugh before finally leaning in to kiss you after all this time. The kiss was soft, needy; and felt like fireworks within both of you. She wrapped her hands around you, and you did the same. As the minutes went by, the kiss became passionate, and you were about to continue on until you were so rudely interrupted by heavy footsteps near the hallway.

Sighing heavily, Claire got up, and extended her hand out. “C’mon, babe. We’ll get out of this shithole. Together.”

Smiling, you took her hand and got up as well. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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can I get an angsty Gwen x reader?? not many fics for our girl :(((

Up now! Finally. God, I poured literally all of my energy on this. Enjoy!

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If You’ll Have Me

Request: can I get an angsty Gwen x reader?? not many fics for our girl :(((

A/N: I really like Gwen’s character and she was super fun to write! Hopefully, I did her some justice anon!

“So there’s this really cool concert this Friday, and—” “Can’t. Busy.” “I saw your band the other day, and I just wanted to say—” “Cool, thanks, I don’t care.”

“Hey Gwen, do you wanna—” “No.”

It seemed like every attempt you’ve made to befriend Gwen Stacy has only made things between you worse. Every time you ask her to hang out with you, you’re usually met with a locker slam, a hard glare, or a snappy one-liner; sometimes, all in that order. Sure, you’ve heard that she “doesn’t do friends”, but that hasn’t deterred you from trying. Keeping people at arm’s length can only go on for so long.

Gwen watched you skip away from her locker, an ever-present smile on your face, even though she gave you yet another rejection. Gwen knew she wasn’t the kindest person after the death of her best friend, however, she does appreciate your small acts of goodwill towards her. She could remember all those countless times when you had helped her; from gifting her small snacks in Chemistry when she was tired, giving her small pep talks when tests in math didn’t go so well, to even offering to tutor her after school.

Gwen loved that you were happy-go-lucky, not fazed by anything she would say. She loved it when you stuck your tongue out when you’re trying to focus. And she loved it most when you would ramble on and on about how cool Spider-Woman is. But she would never tell you that. Being Spider-Woman meant having no distractions. Gwen inwardly sighed with her head full of thoughts of you. She quickly shook her head and began to close her locker, until chatter on her police radio had indicated that she needed to go somewhere other than her English class.

—————-

You tapped your pencil against your desk repeatedly as you glanced at the clock. Only a few minutes before everyone could finally leave for the weekend. Writing down a couple more notes until the bell rung, you and the rest of the students all breathed a sigh of relief as they didn’t have to hear any more lectures. Packing up your stuff, you made your way to Gwen’s locker with a gift in hand, only to find her bruised. Your usual cheery mood was replaced with one of worry as you rushed to her side.

“Whoa, that looks serious Gwen. What happened?” You asked, feeling the cut on her cheekbone.

“I’m fine. Just, please, go away.” Gwen said weakly, recoiling from your touch.

You stayed quiet next to her and watched as she tried to place one of her textbooks on the upper shelf of her locker, only to wince in pain and drop it. Moving quickly, you held her up before she fell.

“Gwen, maybe you should go to the hospital. They can treat you there. You don’t have to suffer in silence. Let me take y—”

Gwen snapped away from you and immediately cut you off.

“Y/N, I don’t need you. I never needed you. Everything you do is annoying and I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t even take one step without hearing your voice. Maybe I do need help, but I would accept it from anyone but you. So why don’t you just do me a favor and leave me the hell alone.”

For the first time in all the years you’ve known her, she made eye contact with you. Her pretty ocean eyes met with your teary ones. Her words were laced with pain and hurt you more than anything in the world could ever. You turned away from her, ducking down to reach her dropped textbook and without a word, placed it at the top of her locker.

You shoved your gift in her bruised hands before she could reject it. Then, you ran out of the school as fast as your legs could take you, thinking that running from her could stop the heartache you felt in your body.

Gwen regretted saying all those lies, but it was necessary. Friends are always a liability in the hero world. She didn’t want you to get hurt because of her. People who are close always get hurt because of her, and that’s just something Gwen never wanted for you.

She wiped away a tear of her own and stared down at her hands. You gave her a pair of concert tickets to her favorite band. Attached was a note that said:

“Hey Gwen, I know you said you were busy on Friday, but I know you wouldn’t miss the world for this band. And I know that I’ve been super annoying every time I swing by your locker, but I can’t help it, you’re important to me. Even though we don’t know each other well, I was thinking maybe we could start to. So how ‘bout it? Would you go on a date with me? - Y/N”

Gwen’s eyes widened at the written confession. She never realized you liked her back. Gwen thought back to the times when you helped her out of a rut. Or the time when she forgot to take notes and you took them for her. Or when you chose her as a lab partner, not letting her get picked last. Or when you simply smiled at her for doing nothing.

For a moment, Gwen considered her options. She didn’t want you to get hurt, but causing you pain is the last thing she wanted. Gwen furrowed her eyebrows and groaned in pain as she ran where you exited, determined to get to you and apologize before it’s too late.

—————-

Making it to your family’s apartment, you threw your keys haphazardly on the coffee table, then stalked off to your room. You silently thank every deity that your family wasn’t home to see you in such a state. Opening the door, you throw your backpack and crash into your bed face-down. The events of the day play in your head as you continued to cry silently on your blanket.

Meanwhile, you had no idea that Gwen had followed you from the rooftops, swinging around until you reached your apartment complex. She webbed to your fire escape, gracefully perching atop the railing outside your window. She took off her mask, taking a good look at you through the window, knowing that what she said earlier really did do a number to you. Gwen knocked on the pane softly, stirring you from your episode.

“Gwen? Spider-Woman? Wait, what the hell?” You sniffled, squinting at the silhouette.

Wiping away stray tears, you opened up the window to see Gwen; clad in a Spider-Woman suit that seemed just too real for it to be fake.

“Look Gwen, if this is some elaborate role play to win me back I don’t care for it. You said you didn’t need me, so I’ll do what you said and leave you alone.” You started to close the window but Gwen quickly flipped into the room and webbed your door shut.

“Holy shit!” You exclaimed in confusion, arms flailing, rapidly looking back between the cluster of webs on the door and Gwen.

“Listen. Please.” Gwen pleaded with your hands in hers. You can feel her warmth through her suit. You held your breath as you silently nodded.

“I’ve been avoiding this conversation for a while now, and this is probably not the best way to do this but, I’m—” Gwen takes a small pause before speaking. “...Spider-Woman”

Your jaw dropped as you finally get a hold of what’s really going on. Gwen stammered on.

“I’ve been so rude and cruel to you these past years after my best friend died, and that’s not what you deserve. I’ve grown to love and care for you more than anyone else in the entire world. I-I couldn’t let you in because I didn’t want you to get hurt just like he did. I have no excuse for what I said earlier, but if you’ll have me,” You felt her push something into your hands. “I’d give you the world.”

You looked down at your hands and saw the concert tickets, a bit bent and crinkled having been in her suit. Glancing up at her, you had wore the biggest grin, not caring about anything else. Your hands gently gripped the back of her head as you pulled her into a kiss.

Gwen was surprised but happily kissed back, feeling nothing but fireworks in her body as she deepened the kiss.

“I’ll have you know that you can’t get rid of me that easily.” You giggled as you pulled back.

“I hope not. We have a concert to go to.” Gwen quipped, coming closer to kiss you again.

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can i request for other character in the mcu?? btw love ur first post!!❤️

Absolutely! I also write for other fandoms as well, so ask away! ;) 

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Keeping Me Alive

A/N: First post! And while I’m super excited to be writing, I really hope you enjoy some Peter Parker angst that I wrote when I was in my feels. (Credit to yuoling for this amazing art as well!)

Peter’s hands sat cold atop each side of the bathtub, droplets of blood from his face slowly making their way down towards the bathroom floor. He felt cold in spots where his suit was torn.  This was one of the worst fights Peter has been in, and this was evident with all the injuries he’s managed to earn this time around. As he sat in the bath, he stared blankly up at you as you dressed his wounds carefully. Peter took notice that your hands began to shake as you started stitching up his eyebrow.

“Hey, are you alright? You know, you don’t have to do this. I can probably do it mys—”

“It’s fine. Just please let me take care of you.” you weakly responded.

Peter nodded in acknowledgment and tried to relax. He knew you hated it when he went out at night. He knew you hated it when he puts himself into danger. He knew you hated it when he would stumble onto your fire escape with bruises and cuts from previous encounter. And yet, nothing he did would ever stop you from opening your apartment window to help him. Peter always knew you had a door open for him. Peter winced in pain as you started weaving the needle through his skin.

“Oh! Sorry.” You quickly said, trying to apologize for not warning him first. It was your first time stitching, after all.

“That’s okay. Nothing you could do would ever hurt me.” Peter said solemnly, now making eye contact with you.

You looked back at his chocolate eyes; the same ones you fell in love with in freshman year of high school. At times you wished that he wasn’t ever Spider-Man, just so he would stop hurting himself  every night. However, you knew nothing you would do would ever stop him from helping people. In fact, that’s one of the reasons you loved him so much. Tearing up slightly, you pushed some of Peter’s curls back. “I know it’s your job to help people and all, but sometimes I worry about you. No, scratch that, all I do is worry about you. I love you with everything that I have, but every time you come through that window hurt, a part of me breaks. I hope you can understand that Pete. And that’s why...” Your voice wavers as you finish stitching. “I have to leave.” You set down the first aid kid and started to get up, but instead felt Peter’s hand on your face.

He brushed his thumb underneath your eyes, wiping some tears away. “Y/N, I don’t want you go.”

“Then say something to make me stay.” You faintly said, trying not to cry.

“We can try again! We can do it over a-and—” Peter stammered, but was cut off.

“Pete, I can’t. We can’t. I think you knew that from the start, didn’t you?” You sobbed, knowing that whatever he said next wouldn’t stop you from doing the worst thing that you didn’t want to do.

Peter hastily got on his knees and held your hands. He cringed as the cuts on his knees met the cold bathtub floor.

“Y/N please. Please don’t leave me, you’re the most lovely person I have in my life. Every night when I go out, I think of you and I think about getting home safe to you. When you patch me up, you do it without a second thought; when you tell me you love me, you tell it from your heart; and when you see me in this suit, you love me with or without it. I can’t let the only thing keeping me alive leave me. Y/N I want you to know that I’m sorry.” Peter cries out has he grips your hands with the intent to not let go.

Your heart broke as you looked at him, tears and blood now caked on his face. You kneeled down to where he was and held him. You took him softly in your arms as he cried on your shoulder. And for while you stayed like that, until you had to face reality.

“I’m sorry Pete, but I can’t. I love you, but I don’t want this for the both of us. You deserve someone who can deal with this pain, and I just- I just can’t. Goodbye Peter.” You choked out, as you quickly ran out of the apartment.

This time, Peter didn’t stop you. Instead, he stared blankly at the trail you left, knowing that, while he loves you, he realizes he can’t do it anymore either. 

He can’t give you what you needed.