INDEPENDENT ICONLESS PETER PARKER / SPIDER-MAN
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FACE-CLAIM: ANDREW GARFIELD
PRIMARY BLOG: @LABCOATBLONDIE (GWEN STACY)
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@webslingingmenace
INDEPENDENT ICONLESS PETER PARKER / SPIDER-MAN
TASM BASED
FACE-CLAIM: ANDREW GARFIELD
PRIMARY BLOG: @LABCOATBLONDIE (GWEN STACY)
“gwen, gwen, gwen, gwen!”
rushing over to her as soon as she walks through the doorway to their apartment. scooping her up with ease and carrying her through to the small study where he tended to do most of his spidey-experiments.
“look! i think i’ve -- i think these web shooters are the best ones yet!”
@goldenhope
“need a hand?”
wall-crawler descents down from a strand of his web. lowering to the ground beside the other. hearing the grunts and yells of fisk’s men on the other side of a bolted door. it wouldn’t hold long.
“not that i think you don’t have this under control … it’s just nice to have help”
@redheadarcher
“i guess just … remember to take care of yourself, too. no point trying to save the world if you’re going to have to save yourself first”
shoulders shrug a little. peter knows he’s not even very good at living by those standards. it’s hard to be selfish.
“that’s my best advice. oh and — don’t eat too much pizza and then go swinging. puking mid-air isn’t fun”
@whomuses
“i know, i’m late. i’m sorry. i have no excuse. i’ll make it up to you. i promise”
THWIP. the sound of wind. he’s trying to move through the city as fast as he can. phone held to his ear.
“just — tell the restaurant you think i’ll be proposing and they’ll give us more time!”
@spiderheld
“i don’t know, maybe?”
he’s shoving books into his backpack. trying to figure out how he can get from his lecture, to his dorm, and then to the next lecture. all while fighting the crime thats setting off his senses.
“i’m — sorry, i’m a little distracted”
@trckstaer
“nothing i cant handle. just … got in a fight with a dude who has blades for arms”
peter presses on his best smile. despite the pain that riddles him. expelling a sigh.
“-kay. maybe it hurts a bit”
@nightmdic
like for a small starter.
worthwriiting:
i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. I AM SO FUCKING SORRY. it should have been me. i know it should have been me.
𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐇𝐂𝐈𝐑:
she knows the feeling all too well. no. she remembers it all too well. the first time she’d come here, after the funeral, stella remembers only in bits and pieces. she remembers walking into the cemetery. remembers seeing gwen’s grave for the first time. the headstone was still being made, so all that had set this patch of ground apart had been a flimsy marker. stella remembers crumpling. remembers rain. remembers lying on the ground wishing it would open up and swallow her whole, so they could be together again. she also vaguely remembers helen finding her there, remembers a warm jacket being wrapped around her shoulders that did nothing to warm the chill in her bones. it had gotten easier, with time, to visit and not feel crushed under the reality of everything. but easier never meant easy.
she can feel the grief rolling off peter in waves, mingling with her own. it creates it’s own field of gravity, where time and logic had no effect. stella takes his hand, squeezing tightly, trying to break through the haze he’s fallen into. he isn’t doing this alone. the look he gives her grinds her shattered heart to dust; it’s the first time she’s seen her own grief mirrored. the hand not holding his comes up to tenderly cup his cheek, thumb swabbing the tears away as her expression softens.
❝ hey, deep breaths pete. we don’t have to. don’t push yourself. it’s alright. ❞
soft, slow, almost inaudible. he’s falling apart, and that’s why she’s here, to hold him together. if anyone understand his pain, it’s her. and vice versa. the hearts halved by the same loss.
❝ i’m here. it’s alright. we can head back home if this is too much. ❞
was it fair for him to be so … utterly useless at this? how could he stand here and say it was too much when the girl he killed was beneath the ground right where he stood? how was that fair? he couldn’t do this. well gwen stacy couldn’t survive the fall. and HE COULDN’T CATCH HER.
he isn’t sure what’s hurting the most. the fact that it’s sinking in, deeply, that he’s never going to see gwen again. the fact that stella is absolutely a shell of the girl he once knew, because gwen was gone. or the fact that all of this is his fault. no matter how much stella told him it wasn’t. it was his fault. because he couldn’t save her. because she was there to help him. because he wasn’t good enough. wasn’t fast enough.
everything is just … cloudy. and he isn’t sure that this is even real. maybe it’s a nightmare. maybe he’ll wake up and when he walks down the hallway he’ll find stella and gwen on the sofa. curled up, still asleep, having crashed mid-way through their movie the night before. he won’t crumble every time he walks past gwen’s closed door. knowing that there’s a room beyond it that’s full of her things. of the life she lived before she just … ceased to exist anymore.
he still can’t quite process how she’s gone. how one moment she’s living and breathing and he can hold her and talk to her. and then she’s — nowhere. and he will never hear her voice, or hold a conversation with her again.
it wasn’t fair.
❝ no — no. she’s … i need to be here. for her ❞
gaze flickering back to her grave. to the flowers he’d placed upon the grass. amongst the other petalled bunches that showed just how loved she was. how loved she is.
❝ it doesn’t — i’m just waiting for her to come back. to be home. to — to be here again. i don’t get how she could just … leave like that ❞
Secrets have a cost. They’re not free. Not now, not ever.
THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2012 | dir. Marc Webb
𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐇𝐂𝐈𝐑:
@webslingingmenace asked ; ❝ fine. you win. can you please put the bugspray down? ❞
the hand holding the bug spray waggles menacingly as she squints at him … before she dissolves into laughter. “aw, come on petey, i’m just teasing. don’t look so skittish.” stella couldn’t help it, she laughed so hard she doubled over. unfortunately for her, doing so accidently pulled the trigger of the bugspray, which proceeded to shoot a cloud of noxious fumes directly in her face. laughing turns into coughing as she drops the can. BETRAYAL! or instant karma.
the sense goes off. and he sort of reaches for it. but it plays out as he expected and he’s huffing out a deep breath. probably a little too nonchalant before he realises that gwen might just kill him for letting this happen. so he’s reaching for her and guiding her to the sink. turning on the water and helping to wash her face of the poison.
❝ i’m not saying you deserved that. but i’m not saying you’re completely innocent either ❞
his lips tug into a smile as he reaches for a cloth and wets that. gently trying to wash out her eyes and mouth.
❝ rinse your mouth out and spit the water out. don’t swallow it. okay? ❞
𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐇𝐂𝐈𝐑:
@webslingingmenace asked ; ❝ stella … breathe. look at me. hey, hey! she’s going to be okay. ❞ in which pete pulls it together so he can let stella finally fall apart.
they’re back in the same damn hospital. god. stella’s stomach turns as the world fades in and out of focus around her. she can’t do this. she has to do this. she’s going to throw up. she’s shaking, shaking, shaking, as the grey walls seem to close in around her. she should’ve known. she should’ve known. god, she was so stupid. this is all her fault. if only she’d noticed sooner, if only she’d paid more attention, if only she hadn’t been so tired, if only, if only, if only…
peter’s voice breaks through the haze of emotions, and it’s only then that stella realizes she hasn’t been breathing. it comes out ragged, desperate, as tears build in her eyes.
❝ what if she isn’t? what if something goes wrong? what if, what if,”
she has to cut herself off, heart thrumming painfully against her ribcage. she can’t do, she can’t lose gwen, she can’t.
in all honesty, he was struggling to keep it together. watching them scoop gwen from his arms and take her away took him right back to the clocktower. to the night he’d swung her here and handed her over to people who he hoped could save her life.
but seeing stella. rock-hard, stoic stella. crumble into pieces made him realise that it was his turn to be strong. his turn to let stella fall apart. to hold her pieces together and be the support that she needed. it was only now that he realised, fully, how much she took on. how much she carried for himself and for gwen.
❝ stella, it’s gwen. our gwen. she’s survived the impossible. she’s going to be okay ❞
could he really promise that? absolutely not. in fact, he’s silently panicking on the inside, too. how had he missed this? he kept such a close eye on her. so did stella. how did this slip through? she’d been quiet … sometimes she just was. and a little spaced out. but she did that sometimes too. it really was just her near fall and her slurred words that had them worrying. did they miss something earlier?
what use was asking those questions, now?
❝ come and sit down. over here. and breathe, stella. you’re going to knock yourself out ❞
leading her gently towards the chairs in the waiting area. but he tugs her down into his lap and cradles her in close.
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 @snappedhope ft gwen stacy
one arm’s curled around her middle. the other propped up slightly against gwen’s arm. fingers keep a book open. a novel he’d picked up just earlier that week. he’d been reading it whenever he had a moment. even taking it in his bag when he was off doing spider-man stuff. it was already starting to show some wear and tear.
his lips press against her golden crown. flickering his eyes towards her hands as she swipes a highlighter across some notes. then swaps to a pen to scribble something down beneath it. his lips tug into a smile.
❝ my clever girl ❞
it slips past his lips with little thought. another kiss to her shimmering locks of hair. he truly couldn’t wish for a better way to spend his day.
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 @marvelshe ft gwen stacy
fingertips brush along the soft skin of her arm. lips finding their way to her cheek. he’s there for a moment, and then he’s gone. crossing the kitchen to the sink as he turns on the faucet and pumps some soap onto his palm.
❝ so i saw this video about putting fish sauce into the peanut sauce and i feel like we should try it and see if it makes a difference ❞
he’s excited. it isn’t often that he’s got enough free-time to tackle a rather labour intensive recipe. and even less often that he gets to cook with gwen.
❝ maybe it’ll taste just like the one from that place in manhattan ❞
[ “ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “ ]
@monogramic
❝ yeah, i’m — i’m trying, meej ❞
his head tips back as he blows out a deep breath. teeth gritting. trying his best to hide just how much pain he was in. though, he knows that she’s not stupid. he knows that she can see the sharp metal rod that’s currently pierced through his middle. if peter was being honest. and he’s not being honest. he isn’t exactly sure if his spider-healing can fix this one. but he’s trying his best not to get worked up about it. that wasn’t going to solve anything.
❝ just — if anything happens. you need to know i love you ❞
[ “ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “ ]
@whomuses
peter’s lips tug into a weak smile. his eyes heavy. even if he’s trying his best to keep them open. he appreciates skye’s help. always has. it makes it a little easier to go get patched up by her, in comparison to burdening gwen with it. she didn’t need the stress. and it was probably smarter to have an actual medically trained professional look after his wounds than a terrified girlfriend. though he’s starting to think that skye cares about him too.
❝ i’m fine … the healing will kick in soon. i think … ❞
he hopes. he kinda hates feeling like this. the injured, messed up, dizzy, tasting blood feeling. it always went away. and he would do it over and over again if it meant that he was keeping innocent people safe. and stopping the back guys.
❝ seriously, skye. thank you. i don’t say that enough ❞