ITSY. BITSY. SPIDER-MAN.

tell me what it is i'm meant to do; i've fallen to my knees. i've shed away my tears, and lost my destiny. i sit beneath the sun, my hands held to the sky. i cannot ask a question, but still i wonder why ❞ [ Independent Role Play blog for Peter Parker. ]

[mxltifaceted-archive]

We’re not real roleplay partners unless we try to one-up the amount of pain in each reply.

[chriservans]

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[blytthe]

[aheroeslament]

You’re wrong about us being on different paths, we’re not on different paths. You’re my path. And you’re always gonna be my path.

[crunchbitenuva]

Worlds Collide by ribkaDory

[callisteiau-deactivated20150323]

"You're wrong about us being on different paths, we're not on different paths."

[hopewoven]

Can I kiss you?

"…Can you..can you kiss me?” For a minute she’s momentarily incredulous. Peter didn’t exactly shy away from the times when he wanted to kiss her. But then, those were days when times were a bit simpler and he was a bit more reckless, she a little more innocent. It’s not the same so much now, but to hear him ask doesn’t remind her of that change. Instead it only makes her laugh, something husky and real from the back of her throat. 

"…Well! How..how nice of you to ask, Peter.” She’s amused, it can be told by the crinkling of her green eyes, the way her lips spread in a pleased and altogether shy little smile. Maybe because it’s endearingly precious, that he would ask, in that voice that’s really more fumbling and gentle than you’d think Spider-Man’s civilian voice would be. But this is her boyfriend at the core, doe-eyed, a little bit fumbling, hand scratching his cheek with an equally shy little smile. 

"I think that would be okay." Gwen talks conversationally, as if they’re discussing the weather all the while she smooths a strand of blonde hair from her face. Her cheeks are flushed pleasantly and her smile grows a little wider, looking the way she always does when he appears, suited or bedraggled, into the center of her universe. 

Like she’s meeting him all over again, like she’s giving him the first look of love she ever did and they’re newly dating, except they’re not and she doesn’t move. Gwen just waits and smiles at him, every little twitch of her mouth going up an echoing refrain of three words.

I love you.

[hopewoven]

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Let’s go back to the light of our younger days

Hiding beside the trees You called me your little honeybee And you would look after me Though it’s getting cold and we’re growing older Now that we have to leave I don’t wanna play like it’s lost and found But will you always search for me Slow at your hold, never let me go Pray to god our time ticks slow Of all parted hearts I’ve grown to know Yours will always lead me home

[aheroeslament]

[ ooc. ] I have literally over a dozen threads with Lizzie and I love them all. Can't even get through my drafts without wanting to write a response to everything but wooooords, yo. Words are difficult sometimes. And I gotta, gotta find 'em. The right ones. So in the mean time, I'm drafting ideas. Prepare yourself, Gweny. I'm either writing drabbles or optional starters that way we always have something going on. Like say, we're not feeling one thread but oh, look, we have tons more to choose from. [ laughs all the way back into my drafts. it's 6 AM, what do. ]

[hopewoven]

She speaks to him, framed by soft curls, smile ever-present and achingly fond. Green eyes crinkle unwittingly at the sight of him, at his sometimes clumsy but utterly heartfelt words. One of the many things that made her fall in love with him over and over again. That tender, sensitive heart. There was no weakness in something like that, and a heart like that was the only one in this moment she wanted to hear her words, her innermost thoughts. 

”..I don’t think you have to worry about that, Peter. Our, you know, ‘happily-ever-after’ and all that. I’m happy where we are. I like where we are. Just right now. But I have dreams too, just as much as I want to be where we are. I want to change the world, Peter. I want to make it better. Not cover things up like OSCORP does but really, really do something that can make people happy. I don’t know, like cure cancer or maybe I’m starting a bit too high — no, I always like to start out high. It’s the only way I roll, you know.” 

His words echo her sentiments, as if they had been spoken by Gwen herself, and she finds she doesn’t mind. It wasn’t fate that had brought them together, not a mere splash of serendipity but two spirits with courage and a big, wide world rising against them. They rallied against losses, entangled and meshed together again, until you couldn’t tell where Gwen began and Peter ended. 

Sometimes just sitting on a bench in the middle of the park, with an old lady to keep them company and a scattering of birds speaks more volumes than a mere kiss can. 

Still, there is that often affection side of her, helplessly nurturing, that reaches for the long fingers tapping on the bench. Her smaller ones close around his, offering a squeeze and eventually there’s a descent of blonde hair and a warm cheek against his arm. 

“I think no one will ever fully be prepared for everything. But there’s something kinda beautiful about that. I know it’s funny coming from a neat-freak and someone who plans out her life to a T but..I don’t mind the diversions along the way. I’m not scared. I’m hopeful, but also ready to try. Because we have no idea where the future leads, Peter, you’re absolutely right. But I do know one thing, about how our paths can diverge and intersect and all that…”

Her eyes close briefly, simply taking in his presence, his warmth and his familiar smell, and her lips curve against his shoulder in a smile.

“I expect whatever path I’m walking, that you’re going to be with me every step of the way. Maybe you’ll walk your own path and I’ll walk that one too, every step of the way. Or we’ll walk the same path just like right now.”

Quietly: ”…I think I like the last one the most.”

[aheroeslament]

It amazes him, even still, that this beautiful, stubborn creature is his. That time and again, her faith unfailing has saved him far more than he's actually saved her. It's a relief, he thinks, knowing she is no damsel. Knowing she has the strength and the will and the spirit to over come, to survive. And because of her courage, her heart, they're able to be together as they are, now. Here. In this park, on this day. It's something he's incredibly thankful for, that merely looking upon her has his eyes shining and his smile wide. He can never get enough of Midtown's best and brightest.

Her words like a hymn to his heart, he cracks mid sentence, the organ beating life throughout his veins swollen with pride and encouragement. "You've already changed the world," he reminds her, knowing all too well the goals she's set for herself. The heights she wishes to climb, and oh, is he going to be there every single step of the way. Providing whatever leverage he can. "but yeah, no. Definitely. You got this, you can do it. Cure cancer, aids. Whichever comes first. Thing is, your brain is like a sponge. It soaks up all of this knowledge, and what else are you gonna do with it? Other than, you know, put it to good use." 

There are hundreds of thousands of scientists in the world, yet the one who has always shined the brightest in his eyes is the ambitious blonde he can't seemingly get enough of. Fingers threading with her own, a subtle yet firm and gentle squeeze to affirm his position by her side is given. "Your work here, your studies. It's all goin' to be recorded in history. Your history. You're the author here, of your own life's story. Only you can write it." and then, eyes cast forth, he can't help but shrug in thought tangent to his point,

        "Maybe, maybe I'll be your editor. Or, your publisher. Gotta, I gotta imprint myself along side you somehow." because he can see her, so vividly in his mind, years from now; successful and proud and still striving for bigger, better things. All the while being content with her current position in life. "In all seriousness, look at where you are now. You're doing it, Gwen. You're going places, from point a to point b, just like that. And every step of the way you're leaving your mark. And if that isn't how greatness begins then I don't know anything."

Shifting a bright eyed, wide grin down towards her, he can not help but put on the display of affection and love and pride; all for her. She as his touch stone, a single woman who grounded him. She was his compass, that northern star. His guiding light.

Features hovering above her wavy blonde hair, his nose crinkles at the perfume of her shampoo, eye brows lifting in unconscious show of comfort and familiarity. His smile is evident, stretching across his visage for the world to see. Gwen Stacy is the source of his happiness, the most important reason in his life for living, and he is no longer afraid to show it. "I think, our paths entwine. The same, but with differences. Like a, like a spiral. Revolving around the other. Never ending. Ever changing, growing; but forever in perfect synchronization. One thing's for sure, I won't ever go where you can't follow."

Not anymore. He might have technological web's for wings, but a man can not fly without his vision. And she is all that he can see. 

With a small smile, his head finally rolls toward her own, chin ghosting briefly atop her crown of hair before his lips make their decent upon her hairline. A firm, lingering kiss accompanied by a single murmur and a squeeze of her hand in his, "Me too."

[aheroeslament]

[ ooc. ] Theme change! Along with a new caption for my side bar. Annnnd, I’m going to be cutting my following list. I don’t write with a ton of you, and honestly. What’s the point? You know. We’re here to write. And. I’ve tried posting posts asking if people want to role play. And I’ve got nothin’. Every time. So. For those who have shown interest, I’ll be keepin’ my eye on you. Same goes for those who post things I like, or reblog often. But anyway, yeah. Follower cut coming soon! Likewise, feel free to unfollow me if you want. No hard feelings, nope. None at all. I promise!

[peterparkerdaily]

[stonefieldofdreams]

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[tomhazeldine]

[asheathes]

[andrewgarfield-daily]

- I thought that it meant you loved me. - I do love you. I love you. - But why isn’t that enough? Hm? - Because what if something happens to you, just like it happened to him because of me?

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[midtownsbest]

[aheroeslament]

[ ooc. ] Theme change! Along with a new caption for my side bar. Annnnd, I'm going to be cutting my following list. I don't write with a ton of you, and honestly. What's the point? You know. We're here to write. And. I've tried posting posts asking if people want to role play. And I've got nothin'. Every time. So. For those who have shown interest, I'll be keepin' my eye on you. Same goes for those who post things I like, or reblog often. But anyway, yeah. Follower cut coming soon! Likewise, feel free to unfollow me if you want. No hard feelings, nope. None at all. I promise!