I'M SPIDER-MAN!

never give up.

[lefthooks]

you're spider-man ... ACT LIKE IT. great power. great responsibility. and a great left hook.

peter parker is ... SPIDER-MAN! lefthooks: an independent writing blog for marvel's friendly neighborhood spider-man. comic and headcanon based. currently reading ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN (2000 - 2011) by bendis. plot driven, low to medium activity. exploring themes of identity, the endless fight, love & goodness. you can view my guidelines here.

[lefthooks]

peter kissing men

[sup3s]

━━ *ㅤㅤstarter for peter ˒ @lefthooks

hands in his pocket , harry looked up at the building . . . the very one that had his last name in bright white letters. waiting on a dear friend of his, who finally showed up. “ about to send a search party for you peter, ” turning around , meeting his gaze “ you know how to keep a guy waiting. ”

[lefthooks]

a friend from shadowed halls. when the bullies were loud, harry was louder. he will always cherish the early memories of his protection, his loyalty. peter is fleet-footed as he rushes to the front of the building, already much later than he intended to be, his half-open backpack bouncing from where it is thrown over his left shoulder. “i know, i know. i had to stop by the shelter. one of our regulars is getting housed today. you shoulda seen his face, harry. he was so happy.”

[lefthooks]

hoping to be around later this weekend to reply to drafts/my inbox, but in the meantime i'd love to chat dynamics and build toward long-term narratives.

[awbro]

he watches spider-man over the notch of his knuckle perched over his sight. shoulders back, a wire kissing a sweet little indent into the cap of his cheek. tension lives in his elbow's crook, patient, waiting for the right moment, for the right target. spider-man floats & volleys, all grace in the execution. clint, for his part, spies the henchmen in waiting, the goon hunching in wait to take leap out into the fray. twang his aim foreshortens as he lances another arrow onto the string --- cable arrow --- & sends it hurtling. it unfurls on impact, the rope unfurling to snag the man at his now trundling ankles. he staggers, tumbles to a fall. " could go for a bear claw right about now, " clint saw, slinging the recurve across his shoulders & sauntering his way into the establishment. powdered sugar sifts through the air like snow falling. " ----- one for the road before we send these guys packing? "

[lefthooks]

two heroes raining down upon mischief, and what follows are the cheers of civilians in the street. fear fades. the sun brightens. if there were birds, they'd surely be chirpin'. peter tosses a glazed donut to hawkeye and waves at the spectators ( the now peaceful shoppers, business owners, folks walking their fluffy dogs with colorfully decorated collars ) before departing from the scene at the sound of the first siren. those wannabees are gonna get real cozy behind bars. a raised hand invites the other into celebration, an energetic high-five. “that was awesome. you held that shot for a while.” peter tugs up the bottom of his mask to bite a chunk out of his pastry. “i don't know how you do it! what's the longest you've held the string back for? that could be one of those challenges on survivor or something.”

[lefthooks]

[lefthooks]

@m4tchstick sent: 12am. a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.

the distant city is softened by the night, and the scent of smoke clings to the misty air: peter isn't certain if it's the drifting fog from the chimney stacks or johnny himself. he turns his head to face the other hero (out here, a simple soul lost in a pleasing view) in the comforting dark, the chill of the wind and the deep hour of a new day fading in his presence. “it's been a good year so far.” light shatters in the sky and johnny's face is touched by its glow. “don't take off on any cosmic expeditions anytime soon, yeah?”

[lefthooks]

is your muse crushing on peter be honest

[nightbins]

[ TXT ] :   did i do something wrong?

patrols were a mixed bag of sorts when it came to the amount of activity that happened on them. some nights, they were quiet and uneventful. other nights, much like tonight, the action was nonstop. it had started off slow, given him plenty of time to sit idly and text @lefthooks before a string of robberies and crime had him running around bludhaven like his pants were on fire. he all but forgets he was even texting the other until some hours later when he's crawling back into his apartment, his phone chiming with a new message. at it, dick lets a quiet oh slip past his lips.

[ txt : petey ] no u didn't, sorry [ txt : petey ] smth came up and i had to dip [ txt: petey ] i'm here now though

hit my line ━ accepting

[lefthooks]

he loses himself in the winds of another world, a land belonging to corrupt nobility and shadowy thieves' guilds.  a quick-tongued character, a young swordsman who ascended the ranks of the guild, reminds peter of himself. all it takes, he reflects as he thumbs through the pages, is a series of shattering events to drag someone born of light to the empty depths.

[ that could've been me. if i didn't have may, or my friends... you know, love really does save us. ]

the text notification bursts through the silence of his apartment.

imessage > bird-detective: ok ok ok. imessage > bird-detective: you never know with me. imessage > bird-detective: sometimes i say too much! sometimes the silent treatment is needed! i wouldn't blame ya.

[lefthooks]

@burynot texted: you start your day at 2pm?

afternoon light spills through the window, warm against the shoulder not tucked beneath the blanket.  peter lifts his phone up, nearly dropping it onto his face in the grogginess of waking. a few messages are fired back and forth to mirage with one eye cracked open.

imessage > mirage: started it last night, actually! you have a productive day by starting it the night before. i think that's the phrase. this is intentional, extended sleep. to prep for right now. last night me knew right now me was going to need the zzzzzs. it's all connected. it's a... web. ha!

[lefthooks]

@2814s texted: i can't help you if you don't let me.

to walk into the lashing rain, to let life's devastations become the fire within. a seed of strength. peter has always tried to move through the world with a brilliance that doesn't quiet, even when the bills are stacked and the fridge is bare, yet there is a warmth at the chime of a friend, a careful reminder that sometimes the best thing you can do when someone offers their hand is to hold it.

[ all i want to do is help. it's awesome having people in my life that want to do that, too. ]  

imessage > hal: hey, pal! sorry for brushing you off. it's just been a crappy day. sometimes spidey needs to hang in his web alone and play powerwash simulator.

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 1-800 ( HIT MY LINE ) ... ( a collection of texting prompts, part two. adjust phrasing as necessary, mature themes present. )

[ TXT ] :   you could just say you're sorry.

[ TXT ] :   this doesn't mean i forgive you.

[ TXT ] :   be outside in two minutes or you're dead,  i mean it.

[ TXT ] :   the least you could do is let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] :   you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] :   i think i lost my  [ ITEM ].  is it there?

[ TXT ] :   where are you?  nobody's heard from you.

[ TXT ] :   pick up.  pick up.  pick up.

[ TXT ] :   what if i said i'm outside?

[ TXT ] :   keep me posted.

[ TXT ] :   i want to kiss you so bad it hurts.

[ TXT ] :   send me your location.

[ TXT ] :   i hope this is some sort of emergency.

[ TXT ] :   i woke up and you were gone.

[ TXT ] :   they know.  i don't know how,  but they know.

[ TXT ] :   don't come home yet. i'll explain later.

[ TXT ] :   don't say i didn't warn you.

[ TXT ] :   i can't tell if you're mad at me...

[ TXT ] :   just trust me,  ok?

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  you left this behind.

[ TXT ] :   are we still on for tonight?

[ TXT ] :   i want you to admit what you did.

[ TXT ] :   did you just hang up on me?

[ TXT ] :   are we ever going to talk about this?

[ TXT ] :   this is bigger than both of us now.

[ TXT ] :   i'm still waiting.

[ TXT ] :   what are you doing tomorrow night?

[ TXT ] :   fine,  i'll do it myself.

[ TXT ] :   you're still my emergency contact.

[ TXT ] :   stop,  you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] :   i lied earlier.  i'm not fine.

[ TXT ] :   [ MEDIA ]  ...  delete this after you look.

[ TXT ] :   i'm not joking.

[ TXT ] :   what happened to "never again"?

[ TXT ] :   i just want to make sure you know you're not alone.

[ TXT ] :   i don't know who else to call.

[ TXT ] :   can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] :   you couldn't have told me this in person??

[ TXT ] :   i can't wait to see you again.

[ TXT ] :   did i do something wrong?

[ TXT ] :   i can't help you if you don't let me.

[ TXT ] :   i have ... sort of a favor to ask.

[ TXT ] :   i'm grabbing food, want me to pick you up?

[ TXT ] :   you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] :   i don't want to be alone right now.

[ TXT ] :   i can't believe you'd actually say that.

[ TXT ] :   don't worry,  i handled it.

[ TXT ] :   i didn't think this through.

[ TXT ] :   give me a straight answer.

[ TXT ] :   if you go to the cops,  so will i.

[ TXT ] :   someone's feeling bold today.

[ TXT ] :   were you ever going to tell me?

[ TXT ] :   i shouldn't have said that.

[ TXT ] :   we kind of have a situation...

[ TXT ] :   i keep re-reading our old messages.

[ TXT ] :   like,  a BODY-body??

[ TXT ] :   you should hate me right now.

[ TXT ] :   i didn't plan for this,  either.

[ TXT ] :   i know you're reading these.

[ TXT ] :   have you been taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] :   it's getting really bad again.

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  am i doing this right...?

[ TXT ] :   i'm coming over whether you want me to or not.

[ TXT ] :   i need you to delete our texts.

[ TXT ] :   were you at  [ LOCATION ]  yesterday?

[ TXT ] :   you got anywhere to be later?

[ TXT ] :   i know it's 3am but i need to hear your voice.

[ TXT ] :   are you having fun?

[ TXT ] :   i'm on my way,  don't go anywhere.

[ TXT ] :   it's been awhile,  we should meet up somewhere.

[ TXT ] :   oh my god,  are you bailing again?

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  this reminded me of you.

[ TXT ] :   so that's it?  we're just...  done?

[ TXT ] :   wear the  [ ITEM ]  i got you tonight.

[ TXT ] :   you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] :   bring a jacket,  it's freezing.

[ TXT ] :   your secret is safe with me.

[ TXT ] :   this wasn't meant for you. forget you saw that.

[ TXT ] :   do i need to come over?

[ TXT ] :   stop,  you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] :   you're running out of time.

[ TXT ] :   don't bother making excuses.

[ TXT ] :   i see you typing...

[ TXT ] :   i don't think i caught your name.

[ TXT ] :   they know.  i don't know how,  but they know.

[ TXT ] :   i wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

[ TXT ] :   you snore,  by the way.

[ TXT ] :   show me what you're working on.

[ TXT ] :   call me right now,  it's an emergency.

[ TXT ] :   if i tell you something,  promise you won't freak out.

[ TXT ] :   i thought you were dead.

[ TXT ] :   this is all a big mistake.

[ TXT ] :   movie's showing tonight at 9,  are you in?

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  ...  miss this yet?

[ TXT ] :   you don't have to be such an asshole.

[ TXT ] :   you know what you're doing to me.

[ TXT ] :   i just heard what happened... are you okay?

[ TXT ] :   you owe me one.

[ TXT ] :   i miss you so much.

[ TXT ] :   can you send me the photos from last night?

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  have you seen this???  [ NAME ]??

[ TXT ] :   you looked beautiful last night.

[ TXT ] :   can i see that beautiful face?

[ TXT ] :   i kept your stuff. in case you ever wanted it back.

[ TXT ] :   sorry,  i'm running late.

[ TXT ] :   i'm not supposed to be talking to you.

[ TXT ] :   you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  don't freak out.

[ TXT ] :   i think my phone is tapped.

[ TXT ] :   hold on,  i'm in the middle of something.

[ TXT ] :   just checking to see if you've blocked me...

[ TXT ] :   you can't tell anyone about this.

[lefthooks]

@cityburning said: you did everything you could.

there is never enough time. in this world, it is possible for a man to soar across the skies and still feel the force of tragedy. his eyes track the darkening city, lifting away from the pity he fears finding only a few feet away. warm, yellow light fills the windows of the apartment building across from them, dozens of stories unfolding in solitude. 

❝ why do people say that ? it's not true, pen. there's always another angle. a different choice. if i did everything i could’ve, then everything would be okay. ❞  

[lefthooks]

@awbro said: ' they'll never forget you after that. '

he is flowing, endlessly in motion, high and then low, left and then right.  a devastating storm of opposing forces.  it is how he feels, many a day: the suffocating heat and the bitter cold, the sunny afternoon and the downpour,  the warm ember of love and the quiet precision of rage.  the spider in him illuminates his senses,  and he dodges the incoming strike.  swiftness without flourish is followed by a counterattack,  an unforgiving uppercut that sends the criminal flying through the street and crashing into a market stall full of baked goods.  by the end of the skirmish,  the goon’s clothing is covered in icing and powdered sugar.   ❝  sorry!  ❞ he calls out to the small business owner who had spent the morning preparing for a day of sales.  ❝  i'm going to buy everything, ma'am, don't you worry.  ❞  head turns to his companion, the arrow that always hits its mark.   ❝  i hope that clown sees my face in every cinnamon bun for the rest of his life.  ❞ 

[lefthooks]

@nightbins said: ' i think you're doing an incredible job. '

to hear such comforting words is a tremendous gift. it feels as though a hand is at his back. some nights are melancholic, spent dashing nowhere and everywhere, and what happens at one, two, three in the morning is a sort of dispersion, a period of time where you look upon the ruins of yourself. he is grateful for the company as the day darkens. ❝ thanks, man. ❞ the halo of friendship above them, peter jams a fork into his carton of chinese food and takes a bite. ❝ i think i'm doing what everyone else is doing, though. it's just life. ❞ he digs around in the rice. ❝ but, i mean... i'm remembering to slow down more. sometimes just for a minute. better than nothing. ❞

[lefthooks]

i have a lot to respond to. thanks for being patient! i made a spidey inspired character in bg3 and a lot of my hobby time has been going to video games.

[lefthooks]

peter's primary love language is acts of service.