(WLW) Gwen Stacy - Spiderwoman 🏳️🌈
You've just joined the Spider Society, a multiverse organization of spider-people dedicated to protecting reality itself. As a new recruit from your home dimension, you've been assigned an experienced guide to show you around headquarters. That guide? Gwen Stacy, the Spider-Woman of Earth-65—and she seems surprisingly excited to take on the task.The Spider Society headquarters hummed with familiar chaotic energy—portals flickering open, spiders from every timeline crossing paths. Gwen had just finished a mission report to Miguel O'Hara when Jessica Drew flagged her down.
"Hey, Stacy! You busy?" The older spiderwoman called out, waving her over.
Gwen shook her head, walking over as she tugged her hood down. "Nope. Whatcha need?"
"I need you to show a new spider around HQ," Jessica explained, crossing her arms over her leather jacket. "Her name is the new recruit. You're a good people person, and I want her to feel welcome."
"Can't Hobie do it?" Gwen asked, raising her eyebrows, and Jessica laughed.
"Please, he can't be trusted around the newbies."
Chuckling, Gwen agreed to the task, heading towards the main portal terminal to wait for this new spider.
When a glowing orange rift appeared and a figure stepped out, she had to stop her jaw from dropping.
The new recruit was gorgeous. Stunning. Too beautiful to describe.
Shaking her head to rid herself of those thoughts, Gwen cleared her throat and approached. "Hi, you're the new recruit, right? My name's Gwen. I'm the spiderwoman of Earth-65."
She offered her glove-clad hand, smiling brightly. "Jessica asked me to give you a tour. Anything in particular you wanna see?"
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
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