#ptrparkcrs

[himbogoblinarchived]

text + @ptrparkcrs

( text → bean pole ): Pete. I have a question for you. ( text → bean pole ): Do you remember our arrangement back in college? ( ... ) ( text → bean pole ): Not the one about the sock - the other one.

[twentyninetynines]

✂ for a worried text about the receiver // @ptrparkcrs

(✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] you’re such a shocking (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] sorry but history has dictated that only one spider-man is dying in this stupid decade and it turns out i drew the short straw! (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] i swear to god if your bullshit is the thing that kills me i’m gonna (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): are you stealing my thing? (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): because someone just texted me and asked why i was in queens, and that’s offensive. i would never go to queens. (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): if you’re going to be wearing dark colors, let me know so i can change my costume. i don’t want to match you.

[ghostthwip]

@ptrparkcrs​

He was alive. He was alive. Gwen, of course, he seen that his identity was known. Peter Parker was Spider-Man and he was alive. Sitting on the windowsill of her apartment with her legs swinging back and forth absently she had watched the lights of the New York, breath hitching in her chest as she watched a blur of red and blue swing past. She couldn’t even count all the times she had desperately searched up Spider-Man, image after image popping up, from the blurry to the crystal clear ones. The hesitant type of ‘Peter Parker’ had came next.

The bumpy bridge of his name was the same. The wispy brown hair that would constantly fall into his eyes when he let it grow too long was the same. The glasses were just missing and the headphones that he was constantly offer to share with Gwen when she slipped out of her home to go to his next door to try to ignore how many high expectations her father had for him but she kept failing to meet. Peter was alive.

He wasn’t her Peter, but he was still alive. 

It had been a split second decision to pull her own suit on and follow. Gwen wasn’t sure what she wanted out of this, especially considering how she had been laying low up until now. She tried to come up with some sort of game plan on approaching him, but Gwen had never been good at a structured plan. She would wing it and hope for the best. If that was possible.

Gwen landed on the roof Spider-Man—Peter—had seemed to finally stop on and was hesitant in saying anything. “...Peter?” Gwen finally called out, voice catching. “Shit. I mean—I don’t know what I’m doing. This totally isn’t a great start to introducing myself, but you always told me I jumped into stuff without thinking far too much—I mean not you, but...” Gwen sighed and reached up to tug down her hood, hesitating for a beat before finally pulling the mask off.

“Hi, Peter.”

[beginagainhq]

CLAIRE, who looks a lot like PETER PARKER BUT WORSE, would love to see JARRO, their VIS (very important starfish). They should be BABY years old and look similar to ⭐️. Please do not talk to me about this decision!

no 💗

[farfromhelpless]

( 😍 ) a text about their crush 

@ptrparkcrs​ 

(✉️ ➡️ angry leather jacket pete with an r depending ): so i have never had this problem before (✉️ ➡️ pete with an r depending ): and i’m sure YOU’VE never had this problem before because you’re like, sculpted like the rest of the avengers in an unfair sort of way  (✉️ ➡️ pete with an r depending ): but how do you know when you stop being like. a work wife. or a best friend? (✉️ ➡️ pete with an r depending ): dating people i don’t know is really simple and i’ve heard the spiel about how it’s different bc they don’t matter and i don’t have this deep emotional connection to them (✉️ ➡️ pete with an r depending ): and maybe those people are right!  (✉️ ➡️ pete with an r depending ): maybe i’m just an idiot who is filling an emotional emptiness with meaningless bullshit!  (✉️ ➡️ pete with an r depending ): nat i am begging you i need some real advice more than the eyebrow wiggles from my friends and everyone who thinks it’s so easy because it isn’t and tali stole my scream pillow so i have no way of working this out like i normally would! 

[...] (✉️ ➡️ pete with an r depending ): [unsent] fuck my life (✉️ ➡️ pete with an r depending ): [unsent] i should have double-checked who i was texting (✉️ ➡️ pete with an r depending ): [unsent] but i should have really known huh! i text you all the time and i am an idiot! (✉️ ➡️ pete with an r depending ): [unsent] i want my scream pillow back (✉️ ➡️ pete with an r depending ): sup, peter?

[deadjacuzziarchived]

“I don’t care what’s in your hair, I just wanna know what’s on your mind.” // SPIDEYPOOL

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[mistressofmagic-a]

@ptrparkcrs

Her social life might have exploded in an unexpected way, but that didn’t stop anything else from getting caught up in the whirlwind. It was like the world beyond could sense that she wasn’t fully aware of herself and it was testing her. Club Oblivion had been quiet for so long, just a place where people with a draw to the supernatural could come and unwind without sounding crazy to everyone who wasn’t a part of this world. But with that much energy concentrated in one area… there was bound to be a problem.

And of course, there was.

It happened in an explosive way. Zatanna didn’t know who thought a duel in the middle of New York was a smart idea, but it was one magical user against another, and Zatanna didn’t start it — but she was going to finish it.  She managed to take one of them out, but her interference only upset the balance here. The other man involved in the duel shot something at her. Zee deflected it easily, but the shot fired off towards a building, cutting into some brick of a nearby building. “Shit,” Zatanna took her eyes off the man for a moment, bringing her hands up towards the falling rock. “Etativel.” It would have been simple enough to stop if the other man wasn’t whispering a curse. Causing Zatanna’s focus to falter. The people below weren’t moving fast enough to get out from under the falling rubble. Not if her magic slipped.

There was a shadow of a person flinging themselves through the city — and at first glance, she thought it was Miggy. The suit wasn’t the traditional red one that the Spider-Man of this decade wore, but the way they moved? It wasn’t Miggy. It was a different one. “Hey!” Zatanna called out, “Spider-Man, right?” That’s what they all went by, wasn’t it? (What a mess.) “I can’t hold this. Grab the kids!” Or take out the guy trying to interrupt her spell — she wouldn’t complain either way. But she needed an assist before anyone else showed up. Otherwise, it’d be a lot more than building damage. 

[flylikefalcon]

@ptrparkcrs

He had a commanding officer who once said that it was every man’s right to drink a cup of coffee uninterrupted. It was an intricate, god-given thing, he’d claimed, something even the lowest on the chain of command were entitled to. And Sam had never liked the guy much (he was always a little too full of himself, the way many commanding officers tended to be), but he’d liked that concept. He’d enjoyed the idea of everyone deserving that moment of peace, that quiet tranquility. 

He’d also found it was rare to actually get it.

The coffee shop was packed, and he was on edge. After Afghanistan, Sam had been cagey in crowds. He’d gotten better, gotten more comfortable, but then Thanos happened and so much of that progress dripped down the drain. Sam was gripping his cup so hard the plastic was creaking, like it might break if he added more strength. He needed someplace to set it down before that happened, but every table was occupied by strangers... except one.

Technically, the kid was still a stranger. In his world, they were acquaintances at best. In this one? Sam didn’t even know if they’d met. He didn’t know this version of Peter Parker at all, but the idea of sitting with him was still mildly less nauseating than the idea of sitting with a stranger. He slid into the chair across from the kid without saying a word, settling into the seat and setting his coffee on the table. “Just because I’m not kicking your ass in an airport anymore doesn’t mean we’re friends now,” he said in way of greeting. “I haven’t decided if I like you or not yet.”

[agenthamburger]

[ text ]: I’ll hide my behaviour with wine as my saviour.

@ptrparkcrs

(✉️ ➡️ nerd. ): why are you drinking? (✉️ ➡️ nerd. ): babies don’t drink (✉️ ➡️ nerd. ): and don’t listen to the weird old people who tell you to put whiskey in a cup and give it to a crying baby to calm them down (✉️ ➡️ nerd. ): that’s a /terrible/ idea (✉️ ➡️ nerd. ): but also, curious — what are we drinking too?

[roi-des-voleurs]

“I don’t think any amount of explanation is going to save whatever headache this is giving me.”  -- @ptrparkcrs​

"I already 'splained it, mon ami! If you wanna protect yourself an' your tante from identity theft, you gotta let me have your credit card so I can test out de security on it!" It was a weak explanation, Remy knew it. Though it was not quite a total lie. He was not lying about having experience with how easy it was to steal someone's identity. That was not really his line of work; he would take a credit card here and there, but only to make a quick purchase or two, not to steal someone's complete identity. But he still knew how to do it, and so if the guy wanted to be sure his and his aunt's identities were safe, who better than a thief to test that out? "I promise I ain't gon' steal your identity! I jus' wanna make sure t'ings are safe for you. You jus' might notice an odd purchase or two here an' dere, but it's all part o' de testin'. Trust me!"

[himbogoblinarchived]

❛ you can never be too sure . see that baby in the stroller over there ? government operative . ❜ + @ptrparkcrs​

Polished dress shoes kicked the back of an old wooden chair, the fresh smell of recently cut cilantro and well-seasoned rice filling the spaces around him, “What about the baby in the chair next to me?” Sticking his tongue out, Harry snorted, throwing a fallen black bean from his burrito at Peter’s head. “He’s a Stark operative - is that the same thing?”

It was odd, putting on a persona in front of someone he’d known for a huge portion of his life. To fill the gaps between who he was and who he currently is, and to fill them with an unknown darkness, sticky and unwanted like tacky ichor. Peter was once his best friend, and now Harry pretended every day that he didn’t want to slash the throat that laid dormant between the Spiderman mask every night on television. That he didn’t want to strangle the life from Peter Parker’s eyes when they spent time alone together. 

“Are you surveillance-ing me?”

[twentyninetynines]

🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent. // @ptrparkcrs

(✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] look, when i said (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] i’m not going to be around for much longer (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] hey, funny thing, remember when i told you i knew when i was going to die? might’ve oversold the time table on that one! (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] shock me (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] you know, it doesn’t matter much anyway. does it? (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] this time’s got a spider-man and as much shit as i give you, you’re (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] i think you do a good job. a better job than me. (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] and as annoying as peter parker is, he’s not as bad as miguel o’hara. (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] i mean, at least your family /talks/ to you, right? you’ve got a sister who isn’t trying to kill you. an aunt who doesn’t hate you. stark’s practically your dad, and he’s a hell of a lot better than /either/ of mine were. and mj (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] mj loves you. and she’s /alive./ i know you’re pissed. nobody gets it better than i get it. but don’t forget that. she’s alive. she’s here. she loves you. and that’s (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] my fiance was (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] i was in love with a woman named dana and she’s (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] i couldn’t even speak at her shocking funeral because i was so  (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] everyone i know hates me and i can’t blame them. i really can’t. every single thing they hate me for is a thing that i’ve done, a thing that i am. i can’t take that back. (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] it’s too late for me, man. but not for you. (✉️ ➡️ spider-man, regular time): [UNSENT] take care of everybody when i’m gone, will you?

[itsbxtgirl-a]

text message → @ptrparkcrs

[MSG:] Why does every bad decision I make end up with at least 100 likes on YouTube?

( 📩 → pete 🤘🏻 ): LINK PLS!!  ( 📩 → pete 🤘🏻 ): you do do a lot of dumb things though, and thats coming from the QUEEN of dumb bad decision making (i have a trophy in the mail coming i’m going to put it on my desk) ( 📩 → pete 🤘🏻 ): just think of it this way, if you can’t laugh at yourself then other people will most definitely laugh at you!! ( 📩 → pete 🤘🏻 ): that was not helpful i assume. hmm, drowning your sorrows in waffles and various sugary food sounds good too frankly 

[ghostthwip]

text message  →  @ptrparkcrs​

( 📩 → new pete (be cool gwen!) ): where did you go?? is this overstepping? i don’t really know, there isn’t exactly a handbook on how to be friends with the alternate universe version of your best friend who you killed. [UNSENT] ( 📩 → new pete (be cool gwen!) ): i'm really scared to talk to you, honestly. i’m scared because i’m afraid i’ll let myself get too close then i’ll hurt you too. i shouldn’t have reached out to you. [UNSENT] ( 📩 → new pete (be cool gwen!) ): i’m just selfish and wanted a redo at this. i really miss my best friend. i miss him every single day and i haven’t stopped missing him since he died. [UNSENT]  ( 📩 → new pete (be cool gwen!) ): i know you’re not him and i don’t want to put those expectations on you, but i also want a chance at a new normal. can we have that? a new us that doesn’t have all this hurt with it? [UNSENT] ( 📩 → new pete (be cool gwen!) ): hey! where did you go? ( 📩 → new pete (be cool gwen!) ): you can tell me to fuck off and all, but i was just a bit worried was all when you left and didn’t let yourself get re-added back to the groupchat.  ( 📩 → new pete (be cool gwen!) ): are you okay?

[beginagainhq]

PETER PARKER, who looks a lot like TOM HOLLAND (i genuinely nearly listed peter parker as the fc pls love me) would love to see FELICIA HARDY, their EX/PARTNER IN CRIME. They should be 24ISH years old and look similar to UTP. Please FEEL FREE TO contact CLAIRE before applying.

THE WANTED CONNECTIONS PAGE HAS BEEN UPDATED!

[farfromhelpless]

[ evacuate ] for our muses to help evacuate a location together

@ptrparkcrs

They had promised to meet up and MJ had been rushing to get to him, there was no reason to be scared that he’d get hurt, no reason to worry, right? But still, MJ worried. About him in the mask, about Peter Parker outside of the mask, about their friends that were caught in this fray — about Tony and what likely happened to him inside that tower. She had just texted him and he had replied and still, she worried. (Was it unreasonable? Was she being an overly protective girlfriend?) 

Seeing him, she landed nearby, stumbling just slightly. “Damn it—” she straightened up and ran towards him before stopping short. “It’s MJ — do I need to identify myself? It’s—” It was Stark tech, it should have been easily recognizable, but that didn’t meant here was someone friendly on the inside, did it? 

“FRIDAY — retract the mask.” Tony had always done this so smoothly, it was like FRIDAY knew what Tony was thinking before he did — even the little reminders seemed to go in line with the way Tony functioned in the lab. (FRIDAY was very good at what she did, despite the way she fought against MJ in little ways.) The mask slipped away and MJ fluffed her hair. “Tony doesn’t get helmet hair, this is completely unfair,” she joked at first, before taking a step towards Peter and reaching for his hand. 

“You think he’ll mind that I borrowed a suit?” MJ asked before a rumbling in the distance and a wave of dust blew up into the air. Something giant had fallen. “Pete—” MJ’s voice came out breathless. “We should go help.”