universitied: 

          ‘ you say that, but we both know i did. happy birthday, peter! ‘

                ❝  Heh…Jeez, Gwen —- thank you. This really made my day.  ❞

#[ RP | CHAT ]  #[ v┊with great power ]  #:)  #universitied  

chemistacy:

           ❛   oh no…   ❜   the murmur is only barely audible, spoken
           so quietly that her own ears hardly register the whisper. it’s
           a sigh that hardly cuts through air, unable to RISE above
           the white noise — the familiar din — that is new york city.

          gaze crinkles, soft little FEET making a home at outermost
          edges of hazy blues. they deepen & grow, accommodated
          by a SUNNY smile and giddy laugh that erupts before she
          has any chance to stop it. 

                    gwen stacy is NERVOUS, and she isn’t sure
                    exactly how to handle that. (how very ODD.)

          like warm summer rain, the light in her eyes dim, shadowed
          by the halo of cornsilk and gold, by faded kohl & thick lashes.
          still, tenderness REMAINS, sits idly behind the tipped edge
          of her apple red mouth and lopsided cant of her chin. 

          propensity for affection shows itself, displayed in SPADES
          when she speaks, fingers tangling together & delicate little
          knuckles knocking and twisting.   ❛   you do, too. REALLY,
          you do.   ❜   the earnestness in her voice is TANGIBLE, as
          transparent as the light of day. 

               damn you, peter parker. she’ll never be able to quit you. 

          a clearing of throat allows the blonde to REASSESS the 
          situation, to steel any RUNAWAY emotions from taking off
          like a freight train (headed straight for a pipe bomb.) 

          ❛   long time no see.   ❜   laughter, full & clear as church bells.
          ❛   i’ve been                            ❜   hesitation now, as if anything
          she MIGHT say should be held close and ONLY for herself.   
          ❛        i’ve been okay. good, even, on days that end in y. how
          are YOU, though?   ❜   & behind the inquiry, begging that he’ll
          say yes, if only to give her a piece of mind. 

He can’t help himself, so obviously still obsessed with that
          sunlight laugh. The lines of his lips crack into a small smile,
          modest and thankful that she is dealing with nervousness
          just as well.

          His smile aligns itself back into place, a neutral expression
          worn to try and salvage any hopes of a promise he is intent
          on keeping, no matter how much it may HURT him; or worse
          yet, no matter how much it may be the DEATH of her.

          There is a pause, a gaze that seems to last for a bit more than
          a handful of seconds. He’s standing with long-limbed grace, a
          slouched expression and careful candor as to not give away
          any of his old quirks whenever he was in her presence.
          Nervous pacing, a scratch of the neck, a lasting glance,
          were just minor symptoms when it came to her.

          A pinch of burden lifts itself off his heart,
          when he knows that she is alright.
          That’s as much as he can ask for.

         But he knows he wants so much more:
         he wants her day, her week, her
         hand in his. He is a greedy, petulant
         child that still wants.

                                          ❝   Me? I’ve. . .    ❞

         The words start to form in the pit of his stomach:

                       I saw your BROTHER last week,
                       at that bookstore in downtown.

                      AUNT MAY keeps asking where
                      you have been.

                     I haven’t had a decent
                     intake of breath since
                     this gap between
                    YOU && I.

                                              ❝   I’m alright.    ❞

                       He shrugs as the words fall out
                       with the bluest tint of regret,
                      but earnest in its honesty.
                      He’s alright as long you’re okay.

                      He pauses, looking down at his sneakers,
                      before he speaks again.

                              ❝   So uh —- you… you busy?    ❞

#chemistacy  #[ RP | PARA ]  #[ v┊with great power ]  #//are these new icons because they look a++  #also it's been a while since i did the inner dialogue thing with you  #i miss this  

arendelian

                                 ❝  Whoa —- Watch out — !!  ❞ 

    He turned the corner, almost running into her with his board before
    he expertly turns the board, skidding for a short while before his entire
    frame is planted against a wall, not as graceful.

                                   ❝  Agh, jeez… ❞

#arendelian  #[ rp: starter ]  #[ V┊WITH GREAT POWER ]  #//this was me last week lbr  

Lab Partners ( closed )

optimysticbarbie:

optimysticbarbie:

( amazingarachnid )

Caroline wasn’t exactly the best in science
especially AP Chemistry, how she managed to
get into this class was completely beside her
not to mention, it was only the second day
and they were already being assigned
lab partners and would have a lab today
slips of papers were being handed out of the
name of your assigned partners and as she
was handed hers, she opened it up with the
name “Peter Parker” scrawled on it and she
immediately looked around as everyone had
started to pair off, and eventually found the
brunette boy that hadn’t found his partner yet

“Are you Peter Parker?”

        He’s sitting at his usual spot, head down and
        out already. He doesn’t even hear what is
       going on around him half the time anymore,
        since class has been written off as a ‘ rest
        session ’ more than once. He hears the syllables
        of his name penetrate through the fog, and
        it takes some time but he reluctantly comes
        back to life, eyes still drowsy and mouth
        slightly lopsided. He looks up at Caroline,
        a bit confused as to why she was talking
        with him. His awkwardness finally starts
        to kick into full gear though, when he
        realizes his situation.

                   ❝  Oh! —- Um, hey. Hi, sorry I’m —- yeah, I’m Peter.
                                           Peter Parker. And you’re…?    ❞ 

        He’s met at least half of the school once, and
        he sees most people often enough that he
        could recognize a name and a face almost
        instantly. He’s finding himself drawing a blank
        though, once he starts looking over the blonde.

#optimysticbarbie  #[ RP | PARA ]  #[ v┊with great power ]  #//he probably gets more sleep than me tbh  

xanodite

      _{❝Not much, just that he’s a superhero
      with–eugh–spider abilities.❞} 

             _{The smug expression goes unnoticed as she
              scrunched her nose in mild disgust.} 

      _{❝Not that I don’t appreciate what he does, I’m
      just severely arachnophobic and I can’t help but
      picture some dude with a spider face and eight
      legs tucked into his spandex.❞} 

         He’s unable to contain himself,
         and a short mix of a cough and
         laughter escapes his lungs for
         a second before he reels it back in.

          ❝  Sorry, uh —-  that’s, that’s a pretty interesting theory.
                       Wonder how you’re gonna get that signature then.    ❞

#xanodite  #[ RP | CHAT ]  #[ v┊with great power ]  #//you put the image in my head now and oh my god  

concussum:

       ❛   multi-billion, man; y’gotta get those glasses fixed.
                     … y’want the answer for the, uh –– paper, or somethin’ else?

                   ❝     Nah, nah that’s not —- that’s not it I just…
            I just wanted to check up on you —I dunno, I haven’t seen you in a while.

                                                     How’ve you been, man?      ❞ 

#concussum  #[ RP | CHAT ]  #[ v┊with great power ]  #//whispers how u doin  

chemistacy

          seeing him is a SUCKER PUNCH to the gut; a phantom hand
          curling like a vice grip around the column of her throat; all her
          breath ripped from lungs. it tears at her insides & rearranges
          them with little prejudice, tucking her rusty CAGE of a heart
          amongst bone splinters and broken down tissue. where ribs
          once sat lays a wreckage, crushed up & strewn haphazardly
          as a bed for a badly BEATEN organ. 

          funny, how even in a city so vast, filled with MILLIONS upon 
          milions of civilians, she’s run into the ONE person she seeks
          to avoid. (funny, and yet somehow awful.)

          but still, features arrange themselves into some semblance
          of calm, of understanding & kindness. warmth radiates like
          SUNSHINE, pure over perfect white enamel that stands in
          stark contrast to the soft rosy tint of her mouth. it settles
          easy and familiar, completely unconsciously, into the lines
          at the corners of hazy blues, that GROW when her GWEN
          STACY smile appears.

          ❛   hi, peter,   ❜   she greets him with LOVE & adoration, all
          dredged up from the depths under which she’d once LOST
          herself. peter parker was a rip current and she was only
          now learning to hold herself above water.

       Her voice cuts through the crowd like a beacon he has
       to try and reach. The curve of her lips, the emerald in her
       eyes, the growing urgency in his lungs for air. It’s an all
       too familiar sensation that threatens to tear him apart.
       He has spent weeks on end living in withdrawal, starved
       and thirsty for a little sign of her, enough to know she was
       happy without him. What stood before him was a constant
       reminder that to love somebody was to either keep them
       or let them go.

      He takes an experimental step forward, then stops dead in
      his tracks, as if an imaginary line in the concrete has stopped
      him from ever crossing it again. He stares, mouth slightly agape,
      eyes blinking twice before he realizes he needs to appropriate
      a response.

                                     ❝  You —- You look good.   ❞

                                          What? You idiot, stop that.

     He immediately backtracks, taking his finger off the stupid
     auto-pilot feature before trying again.

                   ❝     I —- I mean, uh… H-How, how have you been?      ❞

     He thinks for a second, glancing down at his feet and
     realizing how precariously close he is to the metaphorical
     line.

     He might be the riptide, but she was his gravity.
     His pushes and pulls were would always be centered on her.

#chemistacy  #[ RP | PARA ]  #[ v┊with great power ]  #//i do this to u bc i love u  #//i know u can take the pain  #//we're not even done with the awkward formalities yet and it already hurts hnnngh  

xanodite

      _{❝That’s a shame but I can understand, I found it pretty
      hard to leave my family when I came here, but you’re
      stuck with me for a few months anyway.} 

      _{I haven’t, but my cousin told me to look out for Spider-Man
      and I’m not allowed to return home without an autograph.❞}

         Raised eyebrows — a glint of curiosity lighting up his eyes.
                        He looks inexplicably smug.

           ❝ Spider-Man? Yeah, I mean, he’s uh —- he’s a pretty swell guy.
                                 Like…  I dunno, what have you heard about’em?   ❞

#[ RP | CHAT ]  #[ v┊with great power ]  #//if were doing merged verses i bet peter would be totally oblivious of your family lmao  #xanodite  

xanodite

      _{❝Oh, it’ll happen.} 

             _{Maybe if I like it enough here my
             parents will let me finish out the
             year. Or you can come visit me.❞}

   ❝ Yeah, well — I uh, I don’t really see myself leaving  New York anytime soon…
                                       — Y’know with my—— with my aunt and stuff.

                 … But um, but yeah, you still got time left here.
                           Have you checked out the city at all yet?   ❞ 

#[ RP | CHAT ]  #[ v┊with great power ]  #//gwen don't leave yet pls  #//bad things happen to gwen's that leave  #//that sounded more like a threat wtf  #xanodite  

xanodite

      _{❝See, how can you not laugh at a good
      joke? My new mission is to get him to 
      laugh before the semester is up and I
      have to go back to Bellwood. It’s gonna
      happen.❞}

            ❝ Welp, good luck with that.
             If you manage to get him to laugh
             before I do, then I’ll be impressed.

                         –- I’ll admit, I think I’m gonna
                          miss you now, when you leave. ❞ 

#xanodite  #[ RP | CHAT ]  #[ v┊with great power ]