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Ryan Meinerding: 
‘Expressive Spidey eyes! These are the images I used to pitch the idea to Kevin, the Russos and Amy Pascal. Thankfully they liked it because it’s the only head design I did. 😆Thank you Steve Ditko, John Romita Sr and Alex Ross for your amazing Spider-Man’s. You inspire us all.’ 

anonymous asked:

Ok but what about trans flame boy who took puberty suppressors and pretends to be all masculine and cis but knows how it feels and actually relates to Peter a lot ❤️🔥🕷💙

johnny storm takes blockers for several years and starts testosterone at around 15, and he has a flat enough chest where he doesn’t even really need top surgery. so by the time he gets his powers and gets famous from them at around age 19, he is never misgendered because he looks and acts so stereotypically male and nobody has ever known he was anything else, besides the fantastic four. and he never bothers to correct people when they assume he’s a cis guy because he doesn’t feel like it’s anyone’s business but his own. truthfully he feels bad. if he came out as trans then he could probably really help the lgbt+ community, show them that if he can be a hero then so can they. he knows this. but he just isn’t ready.

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the good drugs - olicity - 1/1

for@latinasmoak – thank you for your support and being amazing!


“Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day…” 

“Okay, well, that was my cheek,” Felicity grunted. She was mostly dragging Oliver across the apartment floor toward the nearest flat surface, which just so happened to be the couch. “But, thank you… I think. I just got a new moisturizer.” 

“You smell good.” 

She snorted. “Now I know you’re lying, because I definitely stink. Lugging you around has worked up a sweat.” 

He hummed. “Like coffee and ink and that hand lotion you use…” 

“The ink is because I had to wrestle with the printer earlier. You’d think with something so expensive, it wouldn’t get so many paper jams, but nope. I won though, just FYI.” Felicity made sure he was comfortably laid out on the couch and moved to his feet to pull off his shoes. “I’m surprised you let them put you under for your root canal. I was expecting more of a fight.” 

He grunted, his eyes at half-mast. “Had enough pain,” he murmured. 

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not a stalker [p.p.]

Originally posted by clutterbucky


Prompt: “We keep running into each other. I’m not a stalker, I swear.”

Requested?: Yes by @tasteofswallowedwords

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You sprinted across the street, narrowly dodging cabs and buses as you made your way into Mr. Delmar’s sandwich shop.

“(Y/N), hey! You want your usual?” Mr. Delmar’s voice rang out. You nodded quickly and made small talk as your order was prepared.

Within five minutes, you had paid and left the shop with a smile and a goodbye, heading home to do your homework.

You proceeded to walk through an alley, taking the same route home that you always did.

“Miss! Hey miss!”

You paused slightly at the words, turning around cautiously and scanning the alleyway. Seeing no one there, you decided to continue walking.

Turning around, you made a sound halfway between a squeal and a gasp, dropping your sandwich to the ground. Hanging (upside-down) in front of you was Spider-Man, his robotic eyes widening as he looked at you.

“Sorry to startle you miss,” the spandex-clad superhero apologized.

“No worries,” you said warily, crouching down and picking up your sandwich. You looked at it sadly before tossing it in a nearby dumpster.

“I’m really sorry,” Spider-Man spologized again before extending his hand. “It’s just, you dropped this and I saw you walking so I decided to follow you and give it back to you.”

You blinked before grabbing whatever was in his hand. It was your phone, a small crack on the screen where it had fallen.

You looked at the hero, smiling slightly before beginning to walk. “Well thanks Spider-Man. I should really be going now.”

“Y-yeah! Of cour- dammit!”

You looked back in time to see his web snap, sending him to the ground. Stifling your laughter, you continued down the alley.


Two days later, you found yourself walking around your neighborhood late at night.

As you turned the corner, your attention was captured by a figure landing next to you. Spider-Man had just swung around the very same corner and he had spotted you, looking peaceful as you walked alone.

“Isn’t it a bit late to be walking by yourself,” Spider-Man asked.

You smiled. “Maybe.”

“Then let me walk you home.”

You threw your head back and laughed and Peter swore he felt his heart leap at the sound. “No offense Spidey, I’m sure you’re strong and all but I can take care of myself.”

“R-right,” Peter stuttered.

“Well I’ll make my way home now. Don’t worry Mr. Spider-Man, I’ll be fine,” you giggled, patting his shoulder and making your way down another street. “Good night Spidey.”

“Good night,” Peter breathed before swinging away.


The next day, Peter found himself gasping as he noticed you standing at the locker across from his.

You went to Midtown.

He spent the whole day observing you, wondering how he had never noticed you before.

It wasn’t until the school day was over that Peter saw you once again. You had boarded the same train as him and a sudden stop had sent him crashing into the seat next to yours, his shoulder knocking against yours.

You didn’t look up from your book as Peter stuttered out an apology, only answering absentmindedly as you recognized his voice.

“No need to apologize Spidey.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he grasped your wrist and pulled you off the train. “W-what did you just say?”

Your own eyes widened as you recognized the boy in front of you. “Peter Parker? You’re Spider-Man?”

Peter blushed. “N-no why would you even say that?”

You looked at him skeptically. “I may not be a genius like you but I can recognize your voice. We’ve gone to the same school for years.”

Peter smiled sheepishly before panicking. “You can’t tell anyone. I mean it!”

You snorted. “Yeah, like I’ll actually tell anyone that Spider-Man, who is actually cute dork Peter Parker, has been following me around everywhere.”

Peter blushed at your words. “I-I’m not following you, honest. We keep running into each other on my patrols. I’m not a stalker, I s-swear.”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly before walking past him. “Sure, whatever you say Spidey.”

“My secret is safe with you right?” Peter called out after your retreating form.

You simply looked over your shoulder and shot him a smile. “See you later Spidey!”

Peter could already feel the heavy blush on his face.


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Love Happens [2]

Request: Nope!

Again, thank you @tommoholland2013 for being my official beta! You’re amazing and you guys should check her out because she writes amazing things as well!

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Chubby Female Reader

Warnings: Fat shaming at the end. Anxiety and pure fluff.

Word count: 1831

Tag List: @tommoholland2013 @emrysaaryn

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You understood what irony was. You didn’t scream when that mugger attacked you and almost harmed you over a phone. You were silently scared, and scarred, fearing the words that could have left your mouth if you had opened it. So why was it that when you were with your savior, the famous Spider-man, you were screaming bloody murder?

Maybe because after blinking, he had wrapped his arm around your round waist and hosted you up with one swift web swing.

Grabbing onto him for your dear life, your screaming shamelessly had not decreased, despite his begged you to calm down and trust him.

“Miss, please! I won’t drop you!” he reassured gently.

But did you care? No, you did not. Because Spider-man was swinging through Queens while using one arm and carrying more than 150 pounds with the other. How is that even possible?

And then, in the middle of trying not to look down, you remembered something important.

“Wait, Spider-man! How do you know where you’re going?! I never told you where I lived!” You tried not to yell right in his ear as you pointed out the obvious.

“O-Oh! I know, I’m just waiting for you to calm down and tell me!” He exclaimed nervously.

You paused for a minute, feeling your stomach drop every time a new swing happened and his grip tightened around your body. Now that you were calmer you actually looked around in a brave attempt of catching your breath.

You finally told him your address with a serene tone, you had no knowledge if he heard you, but Spider-man confirmed this as he nodded. He shot his web string to turn around the corner, almost immediately you recognized the street.

“Okay, now that I’m not screaming for my life, this is kind of awesome.” You giggle.

You feel his tension drop immediately as he chuckles with you, “Yeah, it never gets old! No matter how many times I swing around I always feel free!”

All right, so Spidey was talkative.

That was sort of cool, and cute?

There was something about his voice that you couldn’t put a pin on as well, it was like you had heard this excited tone before. But dammit, maybe it was the adrenaline not allowing you to think straight, or maybe because you were tired and scared.

“We’re almost there! Do you have a balcony or fire escape that I can land us on?” He suddenly asked.

You looked around and you noticed, you guys were indeed close. You could see your building from where you were.

“Yeah, there’s a balcony connected to my room. It’s on the fifth floor in the back of the building!” You tell him hurriedly, his swinging was fast and calculated, you could tell he’d been doing it for quite some time.

“Got it!” He grunted, “Hold on tight!” He said before he shot a web on your building and circled around it swiftly.

You squealed and hid your face in his shoulder, afraid to hit the wall, but you soon felt that he had stopped you peeked and there you were, home.

“Which balcony, Miss?” He asked quietly, looking at you as his Spider-man eyes squinted attentively.

He was so close to your face that you couldn’t help but to blush a little.

“T-This one, right below us actually.” You informed him timidly.

He easily dropped you on the balcony’s railing, never letting go of your hand, and you stepped from it into the stoned floor of your balcony. You were never so happy to see your bonsai tree.

Smiling, you turned to look up at him, but Spider-man was right in front of you, crouching steadily on your railing and staring intently as if you’d break with the wind, you felt a little self-conscious under his keen gaze.

“Well… thanks for saving and bringing me home safe.” You awkwardly said as you placed your right hand around your left wrist. You started brushing your arm with your thumb.

Spider-man sighed, “You’re welcome… you know, I’ll make sure that never happens again.”

You tilted your head, “Isn’t that what you do? Fight small crimes?”

“No. I mean, yes. I meant to you, I’ll make sure that never happens to you again.” He corrected.

You must have looked confused, because Spider-man groaned.

“Listen you don’t have to understand. I… I actually have to go!” His Spidey eyes widened in realization, “Oh crap, I really have to go! You’re going to be okay, right?” he asked once again, more urgently this time.

“S-Sure!” You told him quickly.

He sighed again and stood from his crouching position, giving you a mini heart-attack. How on earth does he find his balance? Is it part of his powers?

“Have a good evening, Miss.” He said with a soft tone.

But before you could respond, you mentally screeched when he dropped backwards from the railing. You quickly ran and leaned over the edge to see if there was a splattered spider on your building’s backyard, but you gasped when there was nothing.

Spider-man had vanished.

You decided that you needed to make hot chocolate, with extra chocolate to calm yourself.

 The Next Day

After telling your parents what happened, because there was no way you could have kept it all to yourself, they hugged you for almost half an hour as you cried in their arms. Apparently, when the rush of being saved by the neighborhood hero disappeared, all the emotions you had from the traumatizing event exploded as soon as your mom asked if you were okay.

You had fallen asleep in the embrace of your parents. And of course, when you woke up disoriented on the couch, you felt stupid by the concern you caused your parents. They were already stressed from work.

However, you forgot to reply to Peter’s texts.

“I can’t believe you were mugged last night. God, (Y/n) I’m really sorry about that.” Michelle sighed as you two walked down the hall.

You smiled at her. She had immediately noticed that there was something off about you as soon as you had walked into homeroom. And when you reluctantly told her, she had given you a funny look, at least the way she widened her eyes seemed hilarious to you.

This situation wasn’t pleasing, so you were trying to comfort yourself with anything.

“I’m so thankful that Spider-man saved me. I don’t know if I would be standing here if it wasn’t for him.” You confessed with a tired tone.

“Why did you even come to school today?” Michelle scolded you dryly.

You shrugged, trying to look casual when honestly, you just wanted to see Peter. “Because I can’t let my grades down.”

She rolled her eyes at you as you two stopped in front of your locker. You were in the middle of opening it when you saw someone rush to you through your peripheral vision.

“(Y/n)!” Peter sighed in relief as he pulled you into a hug.

Ned was trailing right behind him when you saw him give Peter a knowing smirk. Michelle however, looked annoyed and confused throughout.

“Why didn’t you reply to my texts?” He mumbled near your ear, in a familiar way.

You hugged him back and patted him on the back, “Sorry, Peter, but something horrible happened and I don’t want you to freak out but… I was almost mugged.”

Peter pulled back and looked at you with horror, while Ned looked shocked.

“Holy shit, (Y/n)! Are you okay?” Ned asked you quickly.

You gave him the best smile you could muster, “I’m fine Ned, thanks to Spider-man.” You looked at Peter with a reassuring nod. “He saved me.”

“(Y/n)… you need to quit that job.” Peter told you firmly after being silent for a while. The way he was looking at you had to be the most serious you have ever seen him.

You looked back at your locker and collected your AP Sciences book, then you looked back at your friends and chewed your lower lip thoughtfully. You weren’t going to lie. Quitting that job was the first thing that crossed your mind as you cried in front of your parents. They even told you they could find you a better part-time job and closer to home.

“I don’t know Peter…”

“But I do!” he cut you quickly.

“Hey!” Michelle barked, “Don’t tell her what to do, loser, it’s her life and she decides.”

Peter glared at Michelle, but then he sighed, “You’re right, sorry (Y/n)…”

You gave him a pitiful smile, it was nice that he was paying attention to you, and caring too much about you, and looking at you with those puppy eyes…

You quickly cleared your throat and looked at Michelle, “Well, all I know is that I don’t want to talk about it for a while. So let’s just… you know…” You looked at Peter and Ned now, “Talk about something else.”

You gave them all a pleading look, and their shoulders dropped with surrender.

“Fine…” Peter gave you a pout and you almost chuckled at that.

Almost.

School passed by quickly, there was only a period left. And it was the class that you dreaded more.

“Hey, MJ, skip gym with me?” You attempted with an innocent smile.

She rolled her eyes at you, “(Y/n), you know I can’t. Why don’t you just tell Mr. Maroon that you’re on your period?”

You huffed, “Because if I tell him now, when I really have it, it will cause suspicion.”

She raised her thick eyebrow at you in an amusing way.

“I can skip gym with you.”

You turned around and there was Peter, without Ned–which was surprising–staring at you with what you would call another puppy look.

“Parker, you skip a lot of classes, but I’ve never seen you skip gym.” Michelle interjected while giving him an odd look.

You nodded along. There was a dilemma right here, on one side you could spend time together with Peter but on the other, you would have to spend time alone with Peter and that terrified you. What if you said the wrong thing? What if things got awkward? What if he asks you about last night?

“It’s fine, I don’t mind it. Besides I need to speak with (Y/n)…” He drawled out your name while giving you a nervous stare.

You and Michelle shared a look before she gave in and bid you goodbye as she walked to gym class. Now you were alone with Peter. And you were both excited and frightened about it.

“So… what did you wanted to talk about?” You asked him warily.

He took a deep breath and you found yourself almost melting when his brown eyes captured your (e/c) ones.

But before he could speak, you two could hear a sneer echoing down the hall.

“What’s up, Penis Parker. Skipping gym with your girl because she doesn’t feel like exercising, like, ever?”

My opinions on Harrison & his problematic actions.

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After the Fight

Summary: The reader (Y/N), who is able to generate heat in their hands, and their friend (F/N) are in a crime-fighting superhero team with Peter Parker and Ned Leeds. After a particularly brutal battle, an injured Peter is rushed back to the apartment and the team works to fix him up.
Word Count: 1.7k+
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, but it’s very, very subtle
Warnings: Angst, injury, sparse cursing
A/N: I originally wrote this a few months ago as a part of a story a friend and I are writing, so I just changed my name to (Y/N) and hers to (F/N); if there are any descriptions that don’t match up with yourself or whoever you’re picturing as the friend, that’s why. Also, I wrote this in a very feely state and ended up sobbing by the end, so please refrain from reading if you don’t like sad stories ;)
I absolutely love writing angsty and emotional blurbs, so if you have a prompt, please, please let me know!! I’d love to do it! I really hope you enjoy :)


Peter collapsed in my arms as soon as Ned hastily opened the apartment door. I held him tight against my chest, whispering into his hair.

“It’s okay, Peter, just to the bathroom, just to the bathroom, keep going, Peter.”

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