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hi team red icons that have their popular lgbtq headcanons for them

i have tom’s spidey as ftm trans/bi

and andrew’s spidey is bi!!

i made two for wade depending on your view of pansexuality (a discussion i will not be commenting on atm)


you can request icons if you would like as well uwu

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-request a headcanon-

Peter’s S/O Being Jealous

  • You had been with Peter even before he was Spiderman so it was only natural that he would tell you his big secret
  • In the beginning, it was really hard to manage your relationship in a healthy way but as the months went by, you became more and more understanding with Peter’s newfound job
  • You could deal with the last-minute rainchecks or Peter forgetting to text back after patrolling because you trusted Peter with every fiber of your being and you both were completely obsessed with each other
  • The one thing you had to constantly stop yourself from freaking out was everyone else’s obsession with Spiderman
  • It was always strange to you reading online about everyone’s fascination with who was underneath the mask and more importantly, what did he look like
  • The utter fascination with how many girls your age wanted to either marry or sleep with Spiderman shocked you each time because duh, the dude’s wearing a mask!
  • At the end of the day, even though they couldn’t see him, it was the charm and appeal of Spiderman that made girls fall in love with him and that’s what upset you
  • You knew you were way too old to be calling dibs on guys but that was your boyfriend! You just couldn’t admit it without risking his safety and the worst part of it all was that if girls were talking about Spiderman, you felt obligated to listen in which only made you more jealous.
  • The worst day was when Spiderman had just saved a couple of your classmates in a subway accident so of course, the whole school was talking about it
  • During class, a few of the girls who were at the station when it happened were going on and on about how Spiderman was so muscular and so strong and so sweet and so cute
  • Like bitch, you don’t even know what he looks like!
  • Peter was also in the same class as you so while you were seething with anger, Peter felt his ego go up even more, which pissed you off cause you knew if it was the other way around, Peter would be just as mad as you were
  • The whole day, you couldn’t help but give Peter the silent treatment
  • It was pure torture listening to all the girls planning to put themselves in danger just to get the chance to be saved by Spiderman but all Peter could focus on was how mad you were
  • “ Babe, you know they’re not actually talking about sleeping with me”
  • “ If someone said they wanted to sleep with Iron Man, is it not the same as Tony? What about Captain America? You’re telling me they wouldn’t jump on Steve’s bones without the suit?”
  • I don’t care what they think, I only care about being with you” Peter knew that being jealous was a big habit of yours but he always did his best to remind you that he only had eyes for you
  • While others thought it was flattering for their partner to get jealous, Peter hated it
  • He felt like it was his fault you weren’t feeling secure enough to trust him and what went on in your relationship when other people were involved
  • He was utterly in love with you and while sometimes it would boost his self-esteem when his classmates praised Spiderman, he really only cared about being with you
  • Peter was in it for the long game and he wished you could really see how much he adored you
  • “ I know but it’s so hard for me to not be jealous. I mean come on Pete, these girls want to marry you!”
  • “ Well it sucks for them because you’re the only girl I want to marry” Peter kissed your forehead and at least for now, that was the most comforting thing you heard all-day
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Tony: Kid, why were you making mac and cheese at 3 in the morning?

Peter: Time is irrvelant and the only constant is substances

Tony: *backs away slowly*

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SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING (2017) dir. Jon Watts

“Hey, Happy! Um, here’s my report for tonight: I stopped a grand theft bicycle, couldn’t find the owner so I just left a note. Um, I helped this lost, old Dominican lady. She was really nice and bought me a churro. So I just, um, feel like I could be doing more, you know? Just curious when the next real mission is gonna be. So, yeah, just call me back. It’s Peter. Parker.”

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Peter “Penis” or doesn’t seem like he could be but unfortunately actually is “Spider-man” Parker was losing his shit hovering over the bathroom sink when MJ busts out from the cubicle that Peter didn’t even realize was there, and his - was previously just currently in his feelings - brain is left on buffer for an embarrassingly too long amount of time. He was just pretty all over the place today, okay? Give his brain a break.

MJ chuckles at the gears in Peters brain grinding themselves to death, leaving himself frozen in a dumb dumbfounded expression, and consequently tries to help him out.

MJ lets out a huff, “Don’t worry, Peter, you didn’t wind up in the girls’ bathroom by mistake or anything.”

Peters frozen dumb expression finally melts and he’s starting to finally think again. “Oh. Okay. Sooo then what are you doing here?” Peter asks still slightly confused.

MJ shouldn’t be given this much power in messing with a dorky awkward nerd. It just wasn’t fair. She was going to do it anyways. She couldn’t not.

“I’ve narrowed down who spider-man is and I’m trying to get evidence.”

MJ lets Peters impossibly cute fear shot eyes and panicked face simmer itself for a little bit before MJ inevitably lets him off the hook.

“Or, the more likely, and actual explanation that the school converted the second floors boys bathroom into a gender neutral bathroom which you didn’t notice, so you thought it was still a guys’ bathroom when it wasn’t just that anymore, which is probably why you’re so shocked. Id rib on your lack of observational skills but you just seem so miserable enough already.”

unexpectedly getting closer in the gender neutral bathroom

5 minutes ago…

Peter feels like he can’t breathe. His chest feels tight, he can’t think straight, he feels like he can barely stand. He seriously feels like he’s near tears or at least going to explode, for fuck’s sake.

It was already getting too late last night, May texted him dinner was in the fridge and she was going to bed already late.

And Peter seriously was going to go home then and there, but of course, a set of twin sisters just had to lose their cat in some dog park so there he was, late at night, perching himself from tree to tree trying to spot a cat that he’s going to have to keep for tonight since the twins had to go home which he then had to figure out when he was going to give it back tomorrow and how to deal with it once he does find it.

It was cleaning up this mess that led him to be late to an exam that he actually forgot he had today. He did okay enough, he guesses. He’s actually pretty terrified he’s going to fail it because he has no idea what he’s doing with his life but still, he’s forcing to keep himself chill about it, or at least, trying to.

Back to now…

“So are you okay, though? You seemed to be thinking ‘bout a lot when I first got out,” MJ asks, out of just her naturally her curiosity? sure; but it’s more like common classmate courtesy if she’s being frank. And it was most definitely not concern about someone she likes ppfttt that’s ridiculous. She was just doing what anyone would do, that’s all. Pfft.

“Uhm yeah, no, not really,” Peter contemplates for a bit whether he’s going to share his tale of woe or at least some spidey-free version of it, when he realizes he’s finally calm and reasonable enough to actually notice something for once.

Peter lets his curiosity get the best of him and asks a question when he hadn’t even really answered the one he was given, “I could ask the same about you though.”

Peter lets out a sympathetic smile and points to his eyes and then to MJs puffy red ones one would only normally get after crying, “You okay?”

This was probably karma in the scheme of things; MJ was annoyed at the immediateness of it though. Not mere 5 minutes from when MJ made Peter feel panicked and insecure, Peter was now, unintentionally but still, making her feel panicked and insecure.

MJ feels herself defensively wiping her eyes yet again and sneaks a peek at the mirror to see if it helped any. It didn’t. She mutters a very quiet “fuck” to herself in frustration.

MJ imagines a world where she’s finally actually ready to open up about something other than the facade she presents herself in. She imagines telling someone she cares about who cares about her, of her mother’s struggle, the struggle she only recently found out herself.

MJ grew up with happy memories of an imperfect but still overall truly content family where she felt that she had everything she ever needed. Her mother made sure of that. She had a loving mother and father, and a little sister, Gail, to look out for and as a best friend. MJ had everything she needed but, and she really hates herself for this, she always felt her mother tried too hard to keep the truth of the world away from her. MJ hated that gut feeling itching inside of her telling her there was something murky hidden in the depths, forgotten.

For the most part, she felt that her mother was truly sincere in her intentions of letting the past stay where it was; her mother must have had a reason for doing so and MJ wasn’t one to belittle her mother’s motivations, not when it could just end up hurting her. And yet, that yearning for the truth still lingered; it was just who MJ was, and she truly didn’t expect the answer she had gotten to her questions.

MJ didn’t know how to process the fact that her mother had gone through something that if were being honest, was normal in this effed-up society but it still didn’t mean it wasn’t so cruelly unfair.

MJs mother left her and Gail’s biological father when they were 2 years and one year old, respectively. At the very first sign of her biological father revealing his violent demons, her mother took her and Gail, left, and never turned back. Her mother quickly and decisively chose her daughters over her husband; she didn’t want them to get damaged in the backlash of the struggle her husband was going through.

MJ knew she wasn’t her biological father; she didn’t remember him. She didn’t even know him. She knew that he didn’t matter and that the alternate life they could have had didn’t as well. MJ grew up with Sam the hardworking and honestly, just so boring and vanilla freaking mailman, for a father; her step-one if you want to be specific, not that it mattered, since Sam was Dad to her in every single way that counted. They all loved each other, they argued over dumb things, out of the care they had in their hearts, and they were a family. She had a loving family she was lucky to have and that was the truth.

MJ didn’t think she could love her mother anymore, but knowing what she sacrificed and what she went through for her and Gail made her realize how lucky she truly was to have a mother as strong and brave as her in her life.

Even if she was happy to have found out the truth, her heart still ached for what her mother went through for them. She felt lucky to have the life and family that she has, confused about the life that she could have had. Overall, it was just one big twisted and piled up mess that she didn’t have a single clue how to process.

When MJ thinks of it, she doesn’t think she should be this upset to be silently crying in the school’s gender-neutral bathrooms cubicle. She didn’t even have any memories at all of her biological father, for crying out loud, she was TWO. All she knew was her, Gail, Sam, and her mom in their cramped Queens apartment, and taking summer road trips every now and then because Dad insisted so, and her practical but secretly softie Mom didn’t have the heart to say no for long even if it was hell to plan it all out.

MJ felt loved, she felt lucky, she felt like she very literally could have dodged a bullet, she felt happy, she felt pity as well as awe for her mother, and most of all, she felt she didn’t want to explain any of all of this to some guy she annoyingly might have the tiniest crush on.

“Like, seriously, what the hell was Peter freaking Parker even doing here?” MJ thought to herself. Here she was having her own private confusing toil of an emotional process and suddenly there he was, Peter freaking Parker with no clue whatsoever, who didn’t even know what bathroom he was walking into.

MJ imagines for the briefest and yet longest of seconds, actually talking about what she was going through to someone else, recalling all of it inside her head. And then, she clears her throat, puts her mind back to reality, and gets to work, “Okay, Parker, here’s what’s going to happen. Let’s just let the unspoken rule of not acknowledging emotional breakdowns happening in school bathrooms be in play with us today and pretend none of this ever happened. We cool?” MJ looks to Peter, awaiting his response, at which Peter could only grin and chuckle.

Peter thought it was so strange to have the faintest of hints of who MJ really was barely noticeable with MJs usual casually witty outside self so predominantly in display. It’s like, had Peter only seen MJ an hour later from her tearing up in the bathroom, he probably would have never suspected anything. A part of Peter is jealous MJ can keep her emotions so tightly lidded and can redirect the spotlight from her just like that with a snap of her fingers. Compared to him, who’s a mess, to say the least. So yeah, Peters kind of glad to have been given an out from having to lie about being spidey. She’ll go her way and he’ll go his. It was a clearer, direct, and more concise agreement than he could have come up with had he been in the state she was.

“Yeah. Sure, MJ. It’s no problem at all. Were cool. I know I haven’t exactly been the most open person either so thanks for being cool with it.”

“Pfft, please, Peter, it’s not like you’re the only one with secrets,” MJ says while washing her hands then wiping them dry.

“And besides, we’ve all got the right to share whatever we want to share when we feel like it. We shouldn’t have to be obligated to talk about our personal lives, unless of course if it might cause harm to ourselves or other people or something, but that’s already a given. As long as it isn’t hurting anybody, we should be free to keep things to ourselves.”

Peter could only slightly grin and nod in agreement.

“Anyways, it’s no big deal, like at all,” MJ thinks about the weight on her shoulders and the weight Peter had that brought him to the same place she went to. “Just, try not to pressure yourself too much about it.”

“Heh, yeah, thanks, I’ll try. I’ll try. But, uh, yeah, you too. Hope ya can deal with whatever it is you’re going through.”

“Thanks, Peter,” MJ says, getting ready to leave, with her hand on the bathroom doors handle.

Maybe it was the same damn voice that keeps running through on repeat in Peters head, Bens, like an ear worm, every time Peter puts on that suit or has to. Maybe it’s just the realization finally smacking Peter right on his face how he didn’t know a thing about this friend? classmate? team captain? that he’s been around with for years and knows things about him, yet he couldn’t say the same thing about himself with MJ. Or maybe this is just another step he’s taking on the journey to be less of the full-fledged avenger he deluded himself into thinking he was and more into the friendly neighborhood spidey and high school student he actually was. But no matter the reason, before he could stop himself and over think, Peter stammered out “And MJ?”

“Yeah?” MJ turns back and answers, just as she was about to leave.

“I hope we could talk about these things to each other someday,” Peter admits, with a tight-lipped smile at the end of it, hoping his inside self, losing his shit and doing somersaults, was just that, inside.

Peters last follow-up statement pierces MJs façade for what she thinks may be and truly hopes, was just the briefest of milliseconds. But what really pissed her off was that Peters lack of self-control must have been infectious because she couldn’t explain what drove her off to end their conversation with, “I hope that too, Peter.”

She even let out a smile, damn it, the smallest of ones that she hopes to the universe, Peter didn’t notice as she led her quick escape out the door.

He did.

“I’m not leaving until you come out, MJ,” Peter says, standing next to the same cubicle Peter saw MJ in the last time they were here together in this god forsaken gender-neutral bathroom.

“Peter, I’m fine. This is just my process, and I’m used to crying alone so you can just go and fetch cats off of trees or whatever it is your goody eight shoes alter-ego does.”

“Okay, first of all, I don’t just fetch cats off trees, okay? I also fetch birds, raccoons, and even a snake there one time ugh,” Peter shudders, remembering the freaky hipster incident. Worth it though, since he thinks he heard it making his girlfriend laugh. He could have easily made it up but the fact that it actually did happen, just makes it funnier in his iconically comedic yet still so earnestly humble opinion.

“Whatever happened to the unspoken rule of letting bathroom breakdowns not being acknowledged as they happen? Just let me invoke it again, Peter.”

“Hhmm, pretty sure that rule doesn’t apply to people that are dating, Em,” Peter cheekily argues as he squats down and leans next to the cubicle’s door.

MJ lets out a grumbly “Ughhh,” while smushing her face with both her open palms in annoyance. But, she can’t help the smile sneaking its way onto her face, out of disbelief.

Now, Peter is continuously knocking on said cubicle door with the shoulder leaning on it, as he insists on getting MJ to come out and talk it out with him instead.

“Come on, MJ. Okay you don’t have to come out, but at least let me stay here and keep you company or something.”

Peter was about to say something else, but he seriously hesitates saying it knowing for himself already how godforsaken cheesy it was, that if he thought it was cheesy, MJ would find it intolerable. Good thing she was already near a toilet, she can puke if she had to.

“I’m not going to be able to focus on being spidey if I know you’re crying somewhere,” Peter says in an almost singing like way.

MJ kicks the cubicle door where Peter was leaning without even thinking about it, and blurts out “You dumbass,” while laughing, unable to even look where Peter the dumbass she can’t believe is her actual boyfriend was.

Peter chuckles at MJ reacting the way he thought she would, and stands up, “Alright, MJ, fine. But if a bicycle thief gets away once I’m in patrol, I’m telling the victim who’s to blame,” Peter goads to MJ as he takes a couple of steps away then walks in place, wanting her to think he was leaving.

MJ wipes her face one more time, sighs, and then gets one last eye roll out of the way seeing the shadow of her dumbass bf walking in place from inside the cubicle. MJ once again busts out from the now historical cubicle, quickly washing and wiping her hands dry immediately as she leaves it. All the while, Peters wearing a shit-eating grin on his face. And as MJ finishes, she grabs Peters hand, and leads him out of the second floors gender-neutral bathroom. MJ finally looks at him and his dumbass knowing smirk, and merely says “Don’t,” leading Peter to try his hardest at pressing his lips together and miserably - not even that mad at it - failing to keep his grin in check.

Peter and MJ leave the bathroom in silence, both glad that the someday they talked about at this very bathroom actually unexpectedly but pleasantly came true.


omggg this fic actually made me prettty nervous hahaha. it’s the first time i wrote a fic concerning the version of mj’s backstory in my head haha. and the emboldened heading italicized title after the initial start/summary is what i consider the actual title of this one but i didnt want to put it at the beginning cus i wanted it to be like a surprise. like if yalls knew peter was in the gender neutral bathroom, it wouldnt have hit as well? yall feels me? hahha

hope yalls liked it. i’ve well established by now that im the biggest fan of developing peter & mj’s relationship before ffh but i just liked i got to show the growth of their relationship, the before & after… yalls feel me? huhuhu :’‘‘>>>

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So I was thinking about this scene in homecoming


The first time I saw it, I thought it was just Peter being mouthy because he was frustrated that Tony wasn’t listening to him about Toomes. But then I saw this gifset and realized it was so much more than that.


The first time an Iron Man suit had come to his rescue, Peter was probably touched that Tony had cared enough to help him. Realizing the man hadn’t actually come had likely hurt a lot, especially when Peter felt so ignored by him for a lot of HC. So the “mouthing off” we see later isn’t just frustration, it’s pent up hurt from feeling abandoned too, and I think that makes the scene where Tony ultimately takes the suit all the more heartbreaking.

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Okay but what do you think would have happened if peter and Ned didn’t disable the “training wheels” protocol? Like, I feel like maybe Tony was going to actually help him work through the features of the suit at some point but then the whole ferry fiasco happened and- yeah.

I just wish we could know how that could have gone about.

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