#nedleeds

[keenerkey]

Apparently my Google says Ned Leeds is God

[lavendergardenwrites]

Is That my Sweatshirt?

Synopsis: Peter as Spider-Man knows you, but you only know of Peter. So when Spider-Man shows up at your window, things get a little bit sticky. (gn! reader)

Requested: No

Warnings: Language, mention of blood/injuries/trying to stitch up a wound

Word Count: 1,425 A/N: Well here’s my first attempt at an imagine! Let me know what you think and feel free to request anything else you’d like to see! :)

You were seated at your desk, trying desperately to survive the horror that was your current math homework. Scratching the side of your head with the end of your pencil, you drifted off for a moment, noticing the rain that was softly tapping upon your window. The curtains were drawn, but the sound alone gave enough comfort to make up for the lack of visuals. When you looked back down at the textbook that was flopped open on your desk, the numbers and directions all blurring together, you decided that maybe it was time to call it a night. You slowly rubbed your hands up and down the sides of your face, pulling the skin lightly as you did so. Thunder rolled through, sounding so very close to your building and you flinched before running a hand through your hair and standing up. The rain grew louder against your window as you walked over to your bed, grabbing the sweatshirt you stole from Peter during your last homework “date” off the end.

Peter Parker must be the most oblivious boy on the planet. Not that you had tried to be outright with your feelings for him, but you definitely weren’t great at hiding it. Even Ned had asked you about it, and you couldn’t exactly not tell him. Especially not when he was hoarding the newest LEGO set from you and wouldn’t let you help him build it until you answered him. Now lunch periods were filled with wiggling eyebrows and suffocated laughter from the dark haired boy as Peter continued to look completely over your head. You just hoped that your death glares back at Ned weren’t as obvious as they felt. It’s not like Peter was around much to notice his two best friends bickering more than usual anyway, with him ditching classes and group hang outs more times than you could count with both hands. You tried not to show that you minded much, but making plans and then having them fall right out from under you was never fun. 

You pushed the thought out of your mind as you slipped the sweatshirt over your head, pulling your hair out from under the lining. You took a deep breath and noticed that Peter’s cologne was still stuck in the fabric, a light smile coming to your face as a result. You were brought out of your little daydream when the rain grew incredibly loud, almost as if targeting your window specifically. Lightly gliding your feet across the floor, you made your way over to the window, pulling the curtains back just slightly. What you saw might as well have given you a heart attack. There, staring straight back at you, was the one and only Spider-Man. He was precariously situated against your window, the thin ledge being the only thing keeping him from the ground. 

“Can I get some help here?” He called, the rain and the glass muffling it. 

You quickly moved forward, unlocking the window and pushing it open. Spider-Man crawled through, landing almost immediately on your floor. Well that’s going to leave a watermark, you thought, though not for long as you quickly remembered that the literal Spider-Man was now in your room. 

“Holy shit, are you ok?” You asked, noticing he was breathing heavily and holding his side. 

“Yeah just a little,” he paused to take a deep breath, “run in with some bad guys. You know how it is”. 

“Actually no but that’s besides the point,” you sighed, “Do you need medical attention?”

Spider-Man raised the hand that was attached to his side and revealed quite the stain of blood that had come through his suit. 

“I guess you could say that,” he tried to laugh. 

“That looks like it needs to be seen by a doctor, not someone in their apartment bedroom!” you hissed, trying not to wake up your parents. 

“No! No medical rooms, no hospitals, no nothing. Please,” he replied. 

“For god’s sake, ok fine. Stay here,” you said as you went to go grab whatever you could gather. 

“Yep, sounds like a plan,” Spider-Man muttered as you walked away. 

You raced to the bathroom, grabbing everything you could think of. How in the hell did this happen? You tried not to think about the circumstance too much, instead focusing on the fact that you had someone who needed looking after. After gathering as much as you could fit under your arms, you moved back to your room, Spider-Man still in the same spot you had left him in. 

“Do you think you could move up to my bed? It would make it easier than having you on the floor,” you asked, dumping the supplies in a pile. 

“Yeah just one,” he hissed as he tried to stand up, “never mind”.

“Here, let me help,” you moved over to him, putting his free arm over your shoulder and your arm around his side. 

Though it took some effort, you two eventually made it on your bed, laying him down as comfortably as you could while still being able to see the wound. 

“Ok, we’re going to have to get you out of that suit. Do you think you can do that?” You asked, looking over to see if there was an easy way out of it. He nodded his head yes, giving you permission to move forward. 

“Press the little icon at the front,” he instructed seemingly through gritted teeth. 

As you did so, the suit appeared to shrink, quickly removing itself from him. You tried not to think too hard about the fact that you now had a suitless Spider-Man on your bed. Looking at the now exposed wound a little closer, it looked like a series of cuts that were running along his side. It was as if some animal had slashed him with its claws. 

“How the hell did this even happen?” you questioned, not noticing that he continued to keep his mask on. 

“Some crazy new weapons the bad guys have now,” he responded, hissing slightly as you began to clean the area. 

“Sorry, forgot this might sting a little”. 

“A little, uh huh”. 

“There, now for some stitching,” you commented once you had finished cleaning the cuts. You grabbed the needle and thread, silently thanking whatever was above that your mother kept random medical supplies around. 

As you gingerly weaved the thread through the exposed skin, you couldn’t help but think about the hilarity of the situation at hand. No one would believe you if you chose to tell them. Peter and Ned might, but even you had to admit it sounded a little crazy, and you were the one living through it. Out of all the people the famed New York superhero could have chosen to go to, he chose to come to you. Whether or not he chose your apartment because of you specifically was a question for another time. 

“I think I’m done,” you sighed, putting the supplies back down in the pile and rubbing your hand over your forehead. 

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” he replied. 

You scoffed, “yeah, no problem”. He sat up slightly, staring at you as if really looking at you for the first time. 

“Can I help you?” you asked, lightly joking, as you looked up to meet his masked eyes. 

“Well I did just kinda crash in here, so I didn’t really notice who exactly I was talking to”. 

“You’re saying you were fine with crashing into a complete stranger’s apartment at night when it’s raining?” “I could see your light was on!” he replied a little too quickly. 

Deciding now was not the time to question it, you shook your head. “Do you think you’ll be able to make it back without popping a stitch?” 

“Oh yeah, wouldn’t be the first time I’ve swung while healing,” he chuckled lightly. Spider-Man stood up carefully and tapped his suit again, this time making it fit back onto his body. He looked over at you once again. 

“Ok well, I guess you know where I live now so-”

“Is that my sweatshirt?” You had accidentally talked over each other. You looked at him for a moment, not sure if you heard what you thought you heard. 

“I’m sorry what?” 

“Uh- nothing!” He exclaimed, having realised that he said that out loud, “I gotta go!” With that, he had opened your window and crawled out into the storm. 

You shook your head, beyond confused at this point. 

“What the hell just happened?”

[marvelman901]

Amazing Spider-Man vol 1 29 (1965) . Never Step On a Scorpion! . Written and Edited by Stan Lee Art by Steve Ditko Lettered by Sam Rosen . The Scorpion had escaped prison and was out to get Jameson once again... . See more relevant content here: #marvelman901spiderman #marvelman901scorpion . #spiderman #jjonahjameson #scorpion #nedleeds #bettybrant #60s #steveditko #stanlee #samrosen (på/i New York City, N.Y.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkuqX8UNJDZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[kinjamin-art]

Here’s more Ned’s Lola covers! HAPPY AAPI HERITAGE MONTH! (I mean as happy as you can get it to be, considering the world is hot garbage right now) So when I said I’d stop doing big drops I was almost full on lying. This is like the biggest drop yet. And for one reason or another, my brain went “Avengers” so everything here is Ned and Lola teaming up with someone from the greater MCU If you can’t tell, super hyped about Thor: Love and Thunder coming soon.. Thor & Spidey are my Marvel favorites. My only regret is I don’t have Natalie Portman’s Thor in here.. maybe after the movie? But if I do any more “Ned’s Lola” drops, I should also try to get back to the Spider-Man universe (Man anyone have a good Rhino idea? That one has me stumped.) If you’re confused about the beach one, just look up “Charles Atlas comic book ad” - when I was kid, comic books always had this goofy advertisement. I wanted to make sure I drew ‘Wave’ somewhere considering she’s the first major Filipina in Marvel.. and she’s ocean-based so I thought this might be the funniest place to put her.  FYI, these were ready a few days ago, but for various reasons I’ve been making minor alterations. Also I’ve been holding off posting almost any art because of the BS happening in current events.. like I would for real real start a post then some awful news happened so I’d delete it.. then start it again then delete it. But then I realized maybe something here will make someone at least half smile. Or even if it makes you roll your eyes, I’ll take it. Prints will be up in the usual places. Til next time, - B #NedsLola #4ever #4everever?

[darinaverbenova]

[theheroofthepeople]

Hobgoblin as Hamlet. Greyscale practice painting. #art #painting #digitalart #digitalpainting #valuestudy #grayscale #greyscale #practice #artistsoninstagram #artistsontumblr #artistsontwitter #hobgoblin #nedleeds #spiderman #marvelcomics #skull https://www.instagram.com/p/CakOE9HLu1V/?utm_medium=tumblr

[jonjmurakami]

Late again for #marvelmonday • 020722 • In the trailer for Spider-Man: No Way Home, Dr. Strange tells Peter Parker and crew to “Scooby-Doo this s***” (it was censored in the trailer as crap). I sat on this idea for a while and finally got around to finishing it ^_^; •Keep smiling and stay safe! #jonjmurakami #copics #copicmarkers #marvel #marvelcomics #fanart #spidermanspidermannowayhome #scoobydoothiscrap #scoobydoo #daphne #velma #fred #shaggy #peterparker #mjwatson #nedleeds #auntmay #happyhogan #mashup #drstrange #doctorstrange https://www.instagram.com/p/CZu0QcavIAf/?utm_medium=tumblr

[sweatpeeee]

Love potion AU

Part 1

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2k

Summary: Peter Parker, infatuated with an uninterested MJ, creates a liquid potion to have her fall in love with him, but what if the wrong person drinks it???

Warnings: lowkey angst, Peter is a desperate fool, Ned is a supportive friend and MJ is an absolute queen. 

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“Hey Pete-” You blush, books clutched between your arms. 

“Hey.” You notice Peter glancing behind you constantly, barely acknowledging your greeting. A forced thin tight smile replaces your shy smile, but soon recovers when you see Ned beside you, you give him a grin, readjusting your backpack strap, 

“Hey Ned, new hat?” You chuckle lightly at the boy with a red fedora sitting on top of his hair. 

“Why Hello, m’Lady, and yes- I do have a new hat in the collection.” He beamed, you laugh at his response, 

“Well it looks great on you-” 

“Hey, have you guys seen MJ? I haven’t seen her enter the school yet-” Peter interrupted your conversation with Ned, His eyes scanning the hallways and the entrance doors. 

“Peter, give it a rest- MJ made it quite obvious that she’s not interested in a relationship right now-” Ned seemed tired of constantly lecturing his friend about his crush on the girl, but that didn’t seem to stop him from ogling her from afar.

“Yeah- I know Ned, but maybe I can convince her to-” Ned was quick to shut that down, 

“Absolutely not- Peter, do you realize how insane that sounds?!” It sounded like Ned was about to patronize the boy some more before you decided you heard enough and walk away, sad and in a way- feeling a bit rejected. Although you did nothing that would cause you to become rejected, you felt like Peter rejected your presence in general. It’s not anything new, it’s not like it’s the first time either. You fell for Peter when you first met him, the boy was an absolute sweetheart, you had no idea why every girl wasn’t head over heels like you were. The kindest and most genuine smile you’ve ever seen resting upon his face with adoring puppy brown eyes. With a heavy heart you went to your first period class 10 minutes early. 

Ned finished his lesson with his friend, Peter grumbling under his breath- Ned spun around in your direction just to find that you weren't there, even glancing around hoping you haven’t left… again. Again and again, every day- you always left early and Ned noticed, he also noticed when Peter didn’t. Dejected, Ned sighs loudly before glaring at his best friend, 

“Well, are you happy?” He huffs

Peter cocks his head to the side, brows furrow, clearly puzzled, “About…?” 

Ned was getting frustrated, “Oh, you know- the fact that you’ve technically been a horrible friend and blatantly ignored Y/n’s existence.” 

“Y/n was here?” Ned reached over and slapped the back of Peter’s head. 

“Ow! What the hell Ned!” Peter rubbed the back of his head realising a groan. 

“You deserve that, and more-” Ned then turned on his heels and walked to his first period as soon as the bell rang, a slightly disoriented Peter ran after him, his curls bouncing along with his small jog,

“What? Why? Ned!... Wait- god, Ned! What does that mean?!” 

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*y/n*

“God, I don’t even know what to do anymore! It’s like- It’s like I don’t even exist! Not even as friends! He couldn’t even look me in the eyes! I’m not that ugly… am I? Maybe-” You lay on your bed with your legs up against the wall while a bit of your head peeks off the side. 

“Alright let me stop you right there.” Michelle interjected, looking up from her book and placing her book mark before shutting it closed, “You are not ugly- don’t ever second guess that, plus the fact that you question your value because of some boy is just plain stupid, I mean like, women have been subjected to a society where our beauty and our worth is determined by men, and that’s honestly disgusting, like who the hell do they think they are-”

“MJ~” you grumble, plopping a pillow on your face.

“Right right, my bad- point is, you’re a bad bitch- and no boy should make you feel like you’re less, I mean this is Peter we’re talking about right?” MJ reaches and nudges the pillow away from your grasp, hitting the ground with a soft thud, you nod in agreement, 

“That’s the thing MJ, like I understand I’m not supposed to let a boy make me feel less but when I look at him, it’s like the whole room lights up,” your hands flailing above you, occasionally tangling your fingers through your h/c hair, “and he has the most beaming smile and it just melts my heart, and I just can't keep that ‘I don’t give a fuck what you say’ attitude with him.” A smile creeps on your face a tthe thought of the adorable boy with the brown locks and puppy dog eyes, “I just wanna tell him that he’s the sweetest and he makes my knees go weak and my heart swoons and wants to jump out of my chest at the sight of his beautiful fucking face.” you finish with a sigh, as if you’d been holding that in all day, and you kind of were. 

“First of all, give me a second to hold back the urge to projectile vomit all over your room-” 

You let out a chuckle as you cover your face with your hands, your ears burning in embarrassment, “MJ, stoooop” Your hand’s muffling your words

“No seriously, that was the cheesiest thing I've ever heard in my life- did you rehearse that?” She laughs. You don’t reply to her question. 

“Y/n, tell me you don’t rehearse that in the mirror-” She gasps with a smile

“I mean sometimes-” Before you can finish, Michelle is bursting with laughter, your laugh shortly joins along. 

You adored these moments with your best friend, and you appreciated how forward and comfortable she got with you after a bit in your friendship, you guys were such great friends, anyone could see it. Not a lot of people saw this side of Michelle, the funny, goofy, and loving person you know now. You could understand why Peter fell in love with her, I mean not only does she have a great personality, but she is absolutely stunning as well without even trying, wearing no makeup and a simple jogger and t-shirt and she could be on the cover of Vogue. 

Michelle’s laughter died down, wiping her tears that were at the edge of her eyes, coughing a bit from the force her lungs gave out, “god, who is this girl Peter is so ‘In Love’ with, as you put it, anyways?” 

Your laughter died down, clearing your throat a bit, you sat up, your legs crossed beneath you, “um, well- it’s kinda hard to explain-” your eyes drop to your fingers that tug on your cuticles, a habit you had if you were nervous or anxious, Michelle notices, “Stop picking at your fingers, you know that they’ll bleed,” you jerk your fingers away and instead start playing with the loose strings from your socks, “and what's complicated about Peters crush?”  her eyes squint as if she’s trying to get into your head. 

“Well, i-it’s not that it’s complicated- it’s just, i dunno… I- “ your eyes are on your shirt, your teeth nibbling on your lower lip. 

“Y/n, would you quit stalling and just tell me?” MJ stands up and sits on the bed, shifting to lay her head on your lap, you softly chuckle at her antics and lightly slap her forehead, “God bless that forehead” you giggle as Michelle groans. 

“So?” her finger reaches up and boops your nose. Dejected you sigh. 

Might as well tell the truth, lying will just get me into more shit anyways. Besides, MJ’s my best friend, she deserves the truth. 

“Liz.” god, you felt like a dumbass. 

“Liz?” MJ cringes 

Alright, now’s your chance to come clean-

“Yup! I know right.” Your voice definitely went up a couple octaves, your palms instantly clamming up. 

“Huh, I guess that makes sense-” She shrugs

“Y-yeah, I definitely think so too... “ 

Makes sense?? What is that supposed to mean?? 

“No you don’t, listen- don’t stress about it. Liz has nothing on you, “ MJ smirks up at you, sitting up and placing her hands on her shoulders making you face her, “ You are stunning y/n, like genuinely- I’m not saying this because you’re my best friend- because you know that i’m brutally honest 24/7, i’m saying this because it’s true.” Your ears burn pink and you cast your gaze to the side, “Hey, look at me- I mean it. You are so beautiful, no matter what- all those imperfections? All those flaws? They are beautiful and they are real. They prove that you aren’t a fake ass bitch who replaced everything with plastic surgery, it means that you have flaws and that you love your own flaws. Ok? And if Peter can’t see your beauty while accepting your imperfections, then he's absolutely not worth your time.” Hearing MJ talk so highly of you made your eyes brim with tears, MJ smiles in adoration. 

You let out a choked up laugh “Thanks MJ” you sniffle

“Of course, y/n. And remember what I said about boys?” 

“Boys aint shit” You burst into giggles

“That’s right queen, and don’t you forget it-” She stands up and holds your hands in hers, dragging you to your feet, “Now let’s go get pizza or something- I’m starving.” she begins pulling you towards the door, You laugh once again and follow her out. 

*Peter* 

“It’s honestly incredible how he just suddenly comes back to life, I mean what a plot twist-” Ned was ranting about the End of Skywalker, Peter couldn’t bring himself to care honestly so focused on finding a way to make the girl of his dreams fall for him. Was he looking it up? Yes. Every wikipedia article, witchy craft site, fuckboy sites, everything. 

“Peter, are you even listening to me?” Ned sighs and puts on the spiderman mask.

“Sounds fantastic, ned.” a mumble leaves Peters lips as his fingers mindlessly tap at the keyboard for more results to his search. 

“See, that response right there doesn’t make sense. I mean I asked a yes or no question and you replied with ‘fantastic’-” 

“Woah. no way” Peter once again mindlessly interrupted his friend. 

“Oh for the love of god, Peter! Give it a rest bro! This is deadass everyday, like all you talk about is having her fall for you! Besides all those sites won't help, to make MJ fall for you would take some magical miracle!” Ned burst, feeling lightheaded. 

Finally Peter stops his rapid typing and spins to look at Ned, eye’s wide and his jaw to the floor, “Ned! You absolute genius!” Peter shoots up from his seat, grasping his coat and wallet as well as his house keys. 

“I’m- what is going on-” Ned removes the mask, confusion written all over his face. 

“Magic, Ned! Magic! I’ll be right back, dude- Bye!” and with that Peter left in search of a magical wizard. 

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“No absolutely not.” Dr. Strange muttered as he read his book, probably a spiritual thing.

“Oh come on, Mr. Strange-” Peter pleaded, nearly pouting. 

“It’s Doctor Strange, and my answer is still no.” Dr. Strange stood up, his eyes glued to the book as he swirled his hands in a graceful motion to create a small table with more books and a glass of tea of which Dr. Strange takes a sip of before walking around some more. Peter right on his heels. 

“Look, all I’m asking is to have a small enchanting spell of some kind, or even a potion-” 

Finally Dr.Strange finally looks up from his book and turns towards the young spiderboy, “Peter, you do realize that you are asking me to enchant a human-” 

“Of course I know-” 

“No you don’t, you are tampering with the emotions of a human being. This could cause some real trauma to the one being enchanted. Are you aware of that?” Strange seemed to become frustrated with Peter’s persistence. 

“Well… I am now-” Peter’s gaze fell at his feet, fidgeting with his fingers, a habit he had when he was nervous, “Listen- I understand if you don’t want to help me, but all I want is some time. Just.. I dunno, a week- to prove that I can be the perfect boyfriend for her. I just want time to show her, and when the time runs out, if she’s still not interested, then I won’t insist. Please.” Peter’s soft brown eyes gazed up at the wizard, his pout showing itself. 

“Oh no… not the pout.” Dr.Strange groans, he rubs his eyes in frustration, inhaling deeply before muttering, “One week. No more than one week.” 

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And that concludes part one of my Love Potion AU series! thanks so much for reading- and i’m so sorry it took so long, like I said, I’m a HUGE procrastinator. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged or have any suggestions on how to improve my writing! Thanks Again and I hope you enjoy! 

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