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anonymous-dentist · 2 months
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As promised, at long last!!, here's the Spiderbit Spideypool au!! :D
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The sun sets over Quesadilla City, breathing its last for the day.
Similarly, the guy at Cellbit's feet is also breathing his last. He's got a machete stuck through his windpipe cutting off his air, and that's probably what's making him choke. It's either that, or it's the gloved hand choking him right beneath his chin, or it's the thumb- his own- lodged in the back of his throat.
Once upon a time, this dude was one of the Federation's finest insurance sales representatives. He, just like every other disgusting piece of shit on the Federation's payroll, made a living off of scamming widows and orphans and puppies and whoever into selling their souls for mediocre insurance policies that just so happen to never apply. He has a list on his Notes app filled with all the people he's fucked over, and there's one name right at the bottom of the list that single-handedly made him a target.
Sometimes Cellbit really loves his job.
"What?" Cellbit taunts, leaning in real close to the asshole's face. He removes his hand from the man's throat and slowly moves it up to the man's mouth. He pries the man's lips open and pinches his slimy, blood-covered tongue between his pointer finger and thumb.
Smiling beneath his mask, Cellbit tilts his head just slightly- just enough to be noticeable in the dying light of the sunset- and he asks in a low, mocking voice, "Cat got your tongue?"
He laughs at the way the man's eyes widen in sheer terror.
The asshole's hand twitches; his phone, with the Notes app open, is just inches away from his trembling, spindly fingers. It's focused at the bottom of the list, and the name there:
Roier Brown
Roier is a very wealthy man with a dead son and a good-for-nothing husband. Well. He used to be a wealthy man, but then the Avengers smashed his house in with his son in it and he lost everything in the lawsuits that followed. Hence the cheap, terrible, scam insurance. It's all he can afford.
Personally speaking, Cellbit is of the opinion that Roier deserves better. But since he can't afford better on his crummy journalist salary, Cellbit torturing and murdering the man that scammed Roier out of his hard-earned money is just going to have to do.
Cellbit clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "You should know better than to try that."
'WOW, WHAT AN IDIOT!!' Voice A laughs.
'show him who's in charge around here' Voice B orders, and Cellbit lives to serve.
He twists his machete, slow.
The man gurgles at him, pale in the face and very much on death's door.
(Unfortunately for him, Cellbit has met Death himself, and She's a very nice woman. This man won't get a chance to see the Other Side, not if She has anything to say about it.)
They're on top of the roof of an abandoned gas station somewhere towards the Favela, so it really isn't surprising when there's a very annoyed whoosh of air and the soft thumping of someone landing on the roof behind Cellbit's back and tripping over his own webbing.
'SPIDER-MAN!!!' Voice A exclaims.
'my hero <3' says Voice B with all the adoration in the world.
"Shut up," Cellbit annoyedly mutters; this is his conversation with Spider-Man, thank you!
The man's eyes brighten, hopeful. Hah! As if Spider-Man would help someone like him.
On cue, a sticky thread of webbing attaches itself to the handle of Cellbit's machete just above his fingers. A tug, and the machete is yanked from the man's throat, finishing him off with one last bloodthirsty shink!!!
'finally'
Cellbit stands up and twirls dramatically, hands flying to his cheeks. His eyes, and the white eyeholes of his mask, widen in put-on shock and horror.
"Spider-Man!" he gasps. "You just killed that man!"
Spider-Man, of course, is not amused. His eyeholes narrow. Arms crossed, hip cocked... oh, he's angry.
'UH-OH!!!'
Cellbit tries not to wince at Voice A's terrified screech. Instead, he clears his throat and drops his hands to his sides, swinging them until they end up behind his back. He clasps his hands together, shrinking into himself even though he really knows that this won't work.
"Deadpool," Spider-Man coolly says.
"Spider-Man."
"What did I say about murdering people."
"...Not to do it without you?"
"Then what the fuck is this, culero?"
Spider-Man gestures towards the corpse with both of his hands... and with the machete, still loosely held in his webs over by the body. It scrapes across the roof, scuffing it up and kicking sparks up and making Cellbit actually visibly flinch.
'our baby...'
'HE NEEDS TO PAY!!!!!'
Choked, Cellbit says, "He's- it's fine."
Spider-Man, of course, knows that Cellbit isn't talking to him, so he continues his angry rant, slipping into Spanish that Cellbit only halfway pays attention to. But can you blame him? Spider-Man's suit is skin-tight, and Cellbit is a very weak man.
'HE IS FORGIVEN!!'
'our angel...'
"Muy guapo," Cellbit agrees. He sighs dreamily as Spider-Man paces around the rooftop ranting at the top of his lungs, uncaring of prying eyes. Why should he care? Anybody stupid enough to spy on Deadpool is as good as dead, everybody knows this.
Suddenly, Spider-Man rounds on him and points an accusing finger.
"And!" he snaps, back in English for the sake of poor Voice B. "You missed dinner, you piece of shit!"
Okay, this Cellbit does feel sorry about.
His eyeholes droop sadly. His shoulders sag, and he scuffs the toe of his boot against the roof.
"Desculpe, guapito," he says, and he really means it.
Spider-Man points for just a second longer before relaxing and slumping to the ground by the dead man. He picks up the man's phone, sees the name at the bottom of the list, and lets out a long, drawn-out sigh before groaning loudly and flopping onto his back on the rooftop. He holds the phone above his face, scrolling up through the list.
Cellbit takes a seat opposite him. Out of respect for the deceased, he takes one of the man's hands and covers the gaping, bleeding, rotting hole in his neck with it.
'that should make the reporters happy' Voice B comments.
'BUT IT'LL MAKE CUCURUCHO PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSED!!!' Voice A cackles, way too excited over something that's probably actually going to give Cellbit a bigger headache than he already has thanks to his voices being annoying little shits today.
"Cucurucho won't find this guy until it's too late," he tells the voices.
A pause.
"It's already too late," he adds. "So they'll just find him later."
"If they find him," Spider-Man counters. He carelessly tosses the phone to the side and drops his hands onto his chest, watching the sun set above him. "Man, I wanted to kill this guy."
Cellbit frowns. "I didn't think you'd mind..."
"Nah, don't worry about it. It's fine. Just let me get the next one, okay?"
There are countless Federation employees. Some are agents, like the mysterious new "Agent Jabberjaw" wreaking havoc by the docks. Others are white collars, like the dead man by Cellbit's knee. And others are heroes, like the Avengers.
'i hate those guys...'
'THEY LITERALLY SUCK'
'i miss bobby...'
Voice B breaks down into sobs, and Voice A starts shouting for them to shut up and stop crying because crying can't bring the dead back to life but revenge will so they're going to get revenge obviously and Roier's gonna be right there with them and he's gonna get to choke Cucurucho with-
"Gatinho," Spider-Man says, pulling Cellbit out of his head, "help me clean up the body before the cops get here. You're supposed to be retired, remember, pendejo?"
Cellbit rolls his eyes. "I'm doing them a favor."
And Spider-Man rolls his own eyes: "I know, but they don't."
Of course they don't. The Avengers, under Cucurucho's instructions no doubt, labeled Deadpool a villain years ago back when Cellbit was more active. And then he met the love of his life and he retired from mercenary-ing to try and build a real home life for the first time in his (memorable) life.
And then Bobby died, and not even a superhuman healing factor could keep Cellbit's then-boyfriend from almost dying in the ambulance.
"Maybe we should do it out of costume," Cellbit muses.
He looks down at his costume with a small, thoughtful frown. He designed it years ago for easy movement and easier repair, but he's also gotten older. He can stab a guy, sure, but it's a little too hard to raise his arms above the shoulders for Cellbit's tastes.
Spider-Man raises a teasing eyebrow; Cellbit can't see his face, but he knows him enough to know exactly what his face is doing at all times.
"You know that I'm naked under here, right?" he asks.
The voices stop shouting at each other long enough to start giving very detailed descriptions of what they think Spider-Man looks like under his suit.
Very detailed descriptions.
"Uh," Cellbit says, voice cracking, "or we can just do it now!"
"What, you don't want to see me naked?"
'is he offering????'
'I HOPE HE IS!!'
"We get to see him naked all the time," Cellbit says, though he also knows that Spider-Man has never seen him naked. (As it turns out, Spider-Man sleeps naked, and he chose not to mention this until the honeymoon.)
Spider-Man's eyeholes crinkle in amusement. "Well, if they want to see me naked..."
He makes a grand motion with his arms before reaching for the hidden zipper on the back of his costume.
'yes!!!!'
'OH MY GOD YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
Cellbit flushes the same shade of red as his costume and covers his eyes with his hands. He likes Spider-Man's body, but he does not want him stripping on a roof for just anybody to see.
Spider-Man laughs. "Calma, calma, I'm teasing you, gatinho! Una broma!"
Cellbit peeks out between his fingers and sees, indeed, a fully-clothed Spider-Man.
"I knew that," he tells him. The voices call him an idiot, and so he repeats it louder: "I knew that! I knew it was a joke!"
"Ah-huh," Spider-Man says, not believing him whatsoever.
He stretches his arms above his head, groans, and hops to his feet. He stretches again, cracking his neck and shoulders.
"Guess dinner tonight is takeout," he comments.
Cellbit wrinkles his nose. "He tastes bad."
"You haven't bitten him yet, have you?"
Spider-Man sounds mildly disappointed; if anyone heard him talking like this, he'd be labeled as a villain by the end of the week. But, then again, he and Deadpool have been known for their... unique relationship since before Deadpool's retirement. They tease. They joke.
Cellbit shifts uncomfortably. "Well... no."
They have dinner together every night.
"Then how do you know he tastes bad, eh?"
Spider-Man reaches across the corpse and lightly baps Cellbit on the back of the head disapprovingly.
"We're taking him," Spider-Man tells him. Of course, Cellbit doesn't argue. How could he?
So Cellbit stands, and he goes to get the man's phone from where Spider-Man had thrown it earlier. Behind him, Spider-Man picks the man up from off of the roof and slings him over his shoulder.
God, he's strong...
'STRONG AND SMART AND HANDSOME AND BEAUTIFUL AND KIND AND'
'and generous and muscular and sweet and caring and'
...and perfect.
If Cellbit didn't know any better, he'd say that he may, in fact, have a bit of a crush on Spider-Man.
And isn't that funny?
(Roier slips into bed shortly after Cellbit does. Fresh out of the shower, he smells like Cellbit's body wash: vaguely mango-y.
He curls around Cellbit's body like a quotation mark, slotting in behind him perfectly. He holds Cellbit close, eyelashes fluttering against the back of Cellbit's head.
"You were right," he admits, words muttered into Cellbit's hair. "He tasted horrible. I brushed my teeth, like, a million times, what the fuck?"
"I told you," Cellbit says. He squeaks as he gets a pinch to his side for his troubles, ouch. "Hey!"
'do it again...'
'DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?'
"Let me pick next time," Roier says. "My turn."
"Fine."
As if Cellbit could ever tell his husband no. He deserves everything and more... though all Cellbit can offer is killings in his honor. That's all he can give, but Roier deserves more. But it's what Cellbit can provide, and so it will be what he gives him.
Cellbit can't die. He's tried, and Death has sent him back to the world of the living with a tired sigh every time. Immortality is cool and all, but...
But Roier almost died in that ambulance. Bobby did die in the house. Richarlyson could die in the next great Avengers battle. Pepito...
Once upon a time, Spider-Man was a hero. But then his son died, not that anybody outside of a select few knew that, and he stopped working with the Avengers entirely.
Blood is crusted on Spider-Man's suit, hung in the secret panel in the bedroom closet right next to Deadpool's suit.
Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, yeah, but his home life is something entirely different.
"Stop thinking," Roier orders. "I'm trying to sleep."
Cellbit smiles into his pillow. "I'll try."
It's the least he can do.)
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tyrantonutx · 1 month
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Looking for RP Partner(s)!
Hey, hi, how's it goin'?
I'm Tyrant, 30+ s/they, and this is a Take Two attempt at finding like-minded folx, so if you happen to see a similar looking post floating around (unlikely but possible), I am in fact one and the same Tyrant, I'm just too damn impatient to wait on tumblr to fix my original blog.
ANYWAY.
I'm hoping to find some partner(s) interested in Discord RP, because I am in fact a tumblr Baby (despite the original blog being...several years old...) and the formatting on tumblr rp blogs makes me Nervous.
I've been roleplaying in various capacities on forums, discord, and chat (throwback to AOL Instant Messenger amirite?) for approximately two decades and some change. I tend to write in a casual cadence as one might suspect, and I like to adapt my replies to the thread (anywhere from several sentences to a few paragraphs is my norm). I generally prefer CANON x CANON ships, at least starting out, to get a feel for how we come at characterization and plot together before we dip into OC territory. I'm involved in a few fandoms that may in fact be wastelands but, hey, you miss every shot you don't take, so here I am!
What follows is a list of fandos, characters, and ships I'm ACTIVELY looking for, the things that make my brain buzz in all the good ways. I'm down for hearing out any plots you might have in your lovely beating hearts (or shriveled little black ones, no judgment here!) or working out plots together based on all the good things that come from two rambling fans throwing head canons and "OK BUT WHAT IF"s at each other til something sticks.
If any of these strike you as fun, or if you just think I'm gosh darn neat and wanna chat me up for the thrills, please like this post, message me here on tumblr, or send me a friend request on discord (@tyrantonut)! I'm shy af and terrible at reaching out first, thank you hereditary anxiety and Burnt Out Gifted Kid syndrome, so sometimes I need that lil nudge.
...right! The fandoms! (Please note that while I have listed characters for me vs. for you, I'm actually pretty flexible on these! I just think I write some sides better than others.)
FANDOMS
The Boys (AU preferred)
Butchie -- Billy Butcher x Hughie Campbell
Stephen King's It (Muschietti AU preferred)
Reddie -- Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak
Stranger Things (Aged up AU preferred)
Byler -- Mike Wheeler x Will Byers
Harringrove -- Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington
Steddie -- Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson
Hannibal (NBC)
Hannigram -- Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham
Spider-Man (Comics & Movieverse)
Spideypool -- Wade Wilson x Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)
Spiderprowl -- Aaron Davis x Peter B. Parker
Mysterio/Spiderman -- Quentin Beck x Peter Parker (Tom Holland, preferably aged up)
Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss Universe
Huskerdust -- Angel Dust x Husk (Overlord Husk AU has given me brain rot)
Chaggie -- Charlie Magne x Vaggie
RadioApple -- Alastor x Lucifer
Stolitz -- Blitzo x Stolas
Fizzarozzie -- Fizzarolli x Asmodeus
Glee
Puckurt -- Noah 'Puck' Puckerman x Kurt Hummel
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bi4pan-polls · 9 months
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Poll: Round 1b #5
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[ Image ID. AN image of Professor Kukui and Professor Burnet from the Pokémon anime. Professor Burnet is on the left of the image. She had medium-short white spiky hair pointing backwards, with a green headband, and has yellow eyes. She has tanned skin and is wearing a grey tank top, and a necklace. On the right is Professor Kukui. He has tanned skin, and brown hair tied in a bun. He has a goatee. He is wearing a white lab coat. He has green glasses. They are both staring at each other while turned to the side and smiling. They are holding white coffee cups, with the steam from the cups moving to make a heart, and an image of an edited photo of Peter B parker from Into te spider verse movie edited next to a photo of Deadpool from the Deadpool movies. Peter is shown from his shoulders up, and he is on the left of the image. He is wearing his Spiderman suit under a green jacket, and eh is not wearing the mask. He has brown hair and a light beard, and white skin, he has brown eyes and is glancing down sadly. The image of Deadpool is on the right, it shows him from slightly below his chest and up. Deadpool had a red suit with blank on the shoulders, hands, around the eyes, and some black lines on gus chest and wrists. The eye on the suit look quite. He had two black swords on his back, one is angled left and the other is angled right. In the photo He is doing heart hands. End ID}
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li-izumi · 3 months
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Comiku Fanfic recs 2023: Spideypool
It Had to Be You by fancastical 01 Jun 2019
   Teen And Up Audiences    Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings [none needed]
     Tags  : 5+1 Things, Just The Facts With Jonah Jameson, Identity Porn, Spidey Clones, light humor, just for fun, Don't @ Me, not mcu, Deadpool being Deadpool, Peter is a Troll 
     Summary : Or, Five Times Deadpool Recognised Spider-Man and One Time He Didn't
[Medium, Vaguely Comics, 5+1, Humorous Getting Together] From: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16876359
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One Part Anscombe, Three Parts Diogenes by Vashoth 04 Jun 2020
   Mature    Graphic Depictions Of Violence Tags: Slow Burn, Identity Porn, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, Undercover!Wade has a day job as a telemarketer, Wade cold calls Peter, but they're both unaware of each other's superhero identity, I'm talking about some Miraculous Ladybug style identity porn guys so strap in, I'll update tags as things progress, Wade is 34 Peter is 32, Adult Peter Parker, Think along the lines of Peter B. or comic Peter, Meet-Cute, Meet-Ugly, Both., Past Peter/MJ, Gwen Stacey and Norman Osborn are both dead from Green Goblin events prior to the fic, Standard Wade self injury, Happy Ending, Mark the Manager - Freeform
     Summary: It started like any good love story does: with a begrudging trip to New Jersey, a counter-top HAM-1750 toaster oven, and a shitty H.A.M.M.E.R. Tech flip phone.
OR
That one where Wade gets a gig as a telemarketer, Peter works a million different equally shitty jobs, and Spider-Man finds himself caught in something truly sinister with a foe that might just become a friend.
[Long, generic comics non-specific canon, action adventure identity porn romance] from: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22842874
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In Plain Sight by Vashoth 10 Apr 2020
    Teen And Up Audiences     Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death (temporary) TAGS: Gwen Stacy is Dead, Established Friendship, Adult Peter Parker, Approx 35ish, Peter Parker does TikTok, Peter Parker does cosplay, Wade Wilson is a Good Friend, Wade Wilson Likes Peter Parker's Butt, Special appearances by side characters in 1:3, the character death refers to wade, He gets better, Spider-Man Kiss, No Deadpool Thought Boxes
       Summary    
Prompt: "Peter on tik-tok pretending like he figured out a way to replicate what looks like Spider-Man web shooters, for the views. And becoming a ‘cosplayer’ of his own superhero, pairing up with other Deadpool cosplayers for the meme, until the real Deadpool, who is apparently a fan of his and follows all of his social media, begs to be in one of his videos."
The first thing to know about the whole debacle was that, at some point, gig based jobs had quietly trickled away from telephone pole fliers and library bulletin boards, and had instead put down roots in apps and social media.
This leads to the second thing that was important to know: as always, Peter Parker needed money.
Which brings the story to the third (and possibly most important) thing to know was that in addition to shepherding in an age of apps and social media platforms, kids these days had also figured out ways to make money from just existing on these platforms.
A lightbulb went off in Peter’s head.
He yanked out his phone and typed in ‘how tio makke mone yfrom tick tock.’
[Short, General Comics-eqsue, Humor Fluff] From: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23565697
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Paradise (spread out with a butter knife) by Sarah_Sandwich 17 Jan 2021
    Teen And Up Audiences     Graphic Depictions Of Violence Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Slow Burn, Humor, Deadpool being Deadpool, Confident Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, BAMF Wade Wilson, Not Marvel Cinematic Universe Compliat, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Protective Wade Wilson, POV Peter Parker, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmates, Friendship is Magic, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Humor, The real treasure was the friends we made along the way, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Peter Parker
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He sighs from where he’s prone, arms akimbo, and roof gravel digging into his spine. “I lost my job. My… other job. The one that actually pays the bills.”
He doesn’t want to dwell on why he’s telling Deadpool of all people. Surely it has nothing to do with his desperate lack of friends. MJ is in California chasing her dreams, Harry’s undergoing treatment for his mental health and isn’t allowed visitors (not that it matters since they blacklisted Peter after last time), and Gwen… Well.
And it’s not like he can talk to Aunt May without her worrying about him starving to death under a bridge or something so… Deadpool it is. Man, when did his life get this pathetic?
OR: The one where Peter and Wade are literal soulmates but don't realize it for literal years because they're literal idiots.
[Long, vaguely comic-esque with touches from the movies, Romance, Soulmate] From: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26399314
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an itch you can't scratch by jilliancares 22 May 2022
    General Audiences     No Archive Warnings Apply TAGS: Identity Reveal, 5+1 Things, POV Wade Wilson, Getting Together, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Pining Wade Wilson, Peter Parker and Wade Wilson First Meet, as in like wade knows spidey but he Meets peter for the first time (unintentionally), Subways, Scientist Peter Parker, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Misunderstandings, Coffee Shops, First Kiss, Oblivious Wade Wilson, LIKE he's still smart okay. but he's just Not catching on this time lmao
     Summary    
5 times Wade bumps into Peter Parker + 1 time he realizes Peter Parker is Spider-Man.
[Short, General Comics-esque, 5+1] From: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39159426
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Stop Talking. Keep Talking... by oprime
   Explicit    No Archive Warnings Apply Peter Parker/Gwen Stacy (past), Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker is a Mess, Masturbation in Shower, Sexual Fantasy, Praise Kink, Maybe It's Pining Maybe It's A Hate Fuck, Love/Hate, Enemies to Inconvenient Fantasy Lovers, Peter Parker Should Probably Seek Therapy, Enemies With Benefits, Antagonist Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Body Horror, Grief/Mourning, Death of a loved one, Deadpool Thought Boxes, Wade Wilson Breaking the Fourth Wall, Mean Peter Parker, Implied/Referenced Suicide attempts, Voyeurism, Masturbation While Someone Watches, Come Marking, Light Bondage, Spider-man Leaves Deadpool Hanging Literally and Figuratively, Pining, Wade Wilson has Self-Esteem Issues, Mean Deadpool, Thought Boxes, Eventual Happy Ending, Rimming, Phone Sex, Smut
     Summary    
 “Rule one. This can’t interfere with work. Patrols. Whatever.” Spider-man pulls a phone out of the waistband of his suit pants and starts tapping into it. “Oh my god, Webs. Are you taking notes? You are such a nerd. Are they in a spreadsheet? Are you going to fax them to me after?” Even behind the mask, Deadpool can feel the glare Spider-man shoots at him. [Oh, oops. Mouth is supposed to be locked.] “Rule two.” This comes out louder. “We don’t talk about it. You keep your mouth shut if our paths cross outside of… of…” “Our trips to Bone Town?”
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Peter Parker is having vivid fantasies about Deadpool despite thinking the mercenary is little more than a sentient bad idea. But Peter's brain can't let the idea go so he makes a proposition to the merc with the mouth: Enemies with Benefits until Spider-man is over this inconvenient lust.
[Epic, Vaguely comic-esque, Hurt/Comfort]
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Warped! - A Little Heroes AU fic! by drsquee
    General Audiences     No Archive Warnings Apply
TAGS: Kid Fic, Portals, Alternate Universe
     Summary    
A fic based on the Little Heroes AU by Pixlezq!
8yr old Wade Wilson finds himself teleported to a new universe where everyone's an adult! How will the lil merc-in-training find his way home!? Can a certain wall-crawler hero help him? And where is his counterpart in all this?!
[Medium, Vaguely comics-esque, Kidfic-au]
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brazilian-whalien52 · 2 months
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Shipper tag game
1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?
There are so many that I tought would be forever, specially from my childhood shows. Still they give me the nostalgia tingle, so its not indifference. But maybe some like Katara and Aang? Like them but dont much care. Oh, and Hinata and Naruto I dislike now, after the ignored confession I just lost all interest.
2. Which ship would you consider your first one?
Kind hard to tell, maybe Isa x Alex from Isa TKM? I was really invested (but Isa did have some serious mental problems)
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3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?
My first fanfic was a Harry Potter elf insert, so no ship there, now my first couple one was AMUTO from Shugo chara
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4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?
It was probrably Sasuke x Sakura, i remember I loved the youtube videos with their fanarts, specially thought Sakura with akatsuki robe looked super cool
5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?
I guess one time? When Naruto ended... omg why so many naruto answers? a trip to memory land results in that
6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?
Always a MakoHaru hater, altrought i dont care much now, the hate is just nostalgia at this point too.
7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?
That is embarissing but i tried a little the house wilson x house fanfics, now that i watching the show.
8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?
Zosan is my OTP since I first watch One Piece. But I do have others that are mentioned around
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9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?
Merthur, I will never understand why, the story point to that so much. But I do have some that get me way more mad, I just can't remember Because when I do I go in a rant
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10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?
Hm, maybe drarry? It wasn't dislike per say. But just seemed weird shipping them because of my childhood. But the fanfic were so good that I gave a chance.
11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?
Sterek and Shizaya. Sterek has the age gap that o didn't even realize was there when I was younger. Shizaya is just all levels of toxic enemies.
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12. What was your favorite crack ship?
Akafuri, I have it so bad for them. And it was extremely funny when they stopped being a crack ship. Also spideypool? When I started Shipping them they also didn't have anything on them, it was just funny the two together, so it's crazy that they have comics together.
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13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics off?
Probably zosan, sterek and drarry? Zosan was in portuguese, sterek when I started reading in English and the Harry Potter fandom just has so many...
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14. What most of your ships usually have in common?
I think I have a lot of enemies/rivals ships? Or that usually have some kind of banter going on.
15. What you absolutely hate in a ship?
First, when they are boring. Second, I hate ships where one side (A) is completely obsessed with the other (B). Specially when B does not show any interest in person A and seem clueless. I can watch romance story with these plot, but I feel like in other genres they always mess the execution up and I never feel B truly has deep feelings, just that A is convenient (thats why I don't like ships such as naruhina, gruvia, stydia, Hancock x Luffy...). Just not my cup of tea.
I am tagging: @dual-domination @killerandhealerqueen @wen-kexing-apologist @slayerkitty @gloster @nenehyuuchiha @jackpoompkin @kennyomegasweave @momofmysquad @hyperfocusmadness @kami-no-ikku @magnusgraycloud @geometricalien @enteisabo @hautegirl07 @callipigio @chitaprrrrrrrr @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @twig-tea @hyperbolicgrinch @bunnakit @tdwlara @i-che-bi @latinokokonoi @theflagscene @significant-ace-nnoyance @kuronekonerochan
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fishnamedsushi · 4 months
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(Laughs/cries at how late I am)
Work has been so busy recently and I've been heads down working on my latest fic, but the amazing @lilredghost and @dark--whisperings both tagged me in this game!!!
How many works do you have on ao3?
Seventeen!
(Me: Wait, really??? That's awesome!)
2. What's your Ao3 word count?
188,000 words!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
My jam these days is Star Wars (Obikin) but previously I was involved in MCU verse (Stony, TaserTricks). I am also eyeing some potential fics in OFMD and Lokius...if I ever get the time lol.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
FML, Darcy Lewis Style (627 kudos) Loki/Darcy Lewis, AU
Forget Me Not (426 kudos) Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Tatooine AU amnesia fic
If You'll Let Me (376 kudos) Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, A/B/O AU
A Different Sort of Knife (303 kudos) Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sith Obi/Padawan Ani AU
A Perfect Distraction (243 kudos) Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, the lip gloss fic
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes! Comments are my favorite thing and I love reading and responding to them! They're honestly one of the best motivations to keep me writing...I've changed fics mid-plot just because of comments lol.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Hmm...probably Lie To Me or While You Were Gone, both Sherlock (Johnlock) fics. Both stories are very dark and gritty, especially WYWG, and I think I might have been going through *some stuff* when I wrote them that influenced how they turned out lol. I absolutely adore WYWG - it's one of my favorite fics that I've written.
For Obikin, the angstiest fic is probably Away From Me (Don't Fall) which is a post-Order 66 fic where Anakin's fall to the Dark Side caused Obi-Wan to fall as well. It's a recent fic and I've got a sequel half-drafted just waiting to be finished. There's a twist at the end that I won't spoil...you'll have to go read it if you want to know what happens 👀
7. What's the fic your write with the happiest ending?
Ohh..that's a tough one! I always strive for happy endings (no pun intended) even in fics that are literally just porn (in which case, pun definitely intended).
I think To Tell The Moon has a very sweet happy ending. It's a same-age AU where Anakin and Obi-Wan are both padawans and end up taking part in winter festivities on a planet during a mission. It's a very wholesome fic all around (though since it's me, there is some angst haha).
The next one would probably be Forget Me Not and A Perfect Distraction, which I linked above, if only because both of them feature Obi-Wan getting what he wants and deserves, which he never does in canon, and I want him to be happy.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not in a long time, thankfully. When I first started writing fanfic I did get some hate which was very demoralizing but eventually I just decided to tell those people to fuck off very kindly. I've been so lucky to be in fandoms where everyone is pretty accepting and supportive 💕
9. Do you write smut? What kind?
👀😉😎 Check my AO3. There's smut. I'm a big fan of dirty talk and D/s undertones. Obikin delivers plenty of opportunity !
10. Do you write cross-overs?
Not yet! I would love to try one day if the opportunity presented itself.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not yet, but I would love that if anyone every felt so inclined! Same with podfics.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
I have not but that would be an interesting experience!
14. What's your all time favourite ship?
That's such a tough question haha. If I had to choose, I'd pick, in no particular order:
Obikin
Hannigram
Kylux
Dinluke
Spideypool
Geraskier
15. What's your WIP you like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I want to go back and finish A Different Sort of Knife one day. I had such a fantastic time writing Sith Obi-Wan and his catnip Padawan Anakin. I hope that I get the motivation to go back to it.
I just finished a WIP that I had started last year and ended up coming back to it after a hiatus (Forget Me Not), so there is hope!
16. What are your writing strength?
I like to think that I'm good at characterization. It's something I obsess over when I'm writing, to the point that I end up throwing out whole passages if I don't feel like I'm conveying the character correctly. I've been told that my descriptions and metaphors are good, which is lovely to hear ❤
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Probably that it takes me too long to write something haha.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I love reading fics with dialogue in other languages! It adds so much depth to the story and is very immersive.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
MCU (Loki/Darcy Lewis). Back when I thought I was straight, but Tom Hiddleston and Kat Dennings are both babes so I stand by it.
20. Favourite fic you've ever written?
Probably To Tell The Moon or Forget Me Not.
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Phew, that was fun! Thanks so much for the tags!
To keep this rolling, I'll tag in @demon----dean, @nixie-deangel, @renlyslittlerose, @dreaminghour in case you haven't already been tagged!
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You've probably got this question SO MANY times before but how do you come up w/ your story ideas? Any tips for Writers Block?
Hmmm story ideas.
I mean, Fix Its are sort of obvious. I watch the source material and go "nope, don't like that" and then write about a million words adjusting it to my personal preferences lol
Some of my commissions are reader-provider ideas and often times for stories I had never imagined writing, like specifically Sugar Seeking Sugar (which is hands down, one of my best) was a reader-provided idea for a commission. So was "Falling" and "Sea Swept" and "Fair Game"-- those are all tropes or verses I hadn't ever written before and I just fell in love with the idea.
Most of my fic ideas come from just a random thought during IRL situations.
More Than Words popped into my brain one day when I was chopping kindling for my fireplace and thought "huh a scene where Character A is learning to chop wood and is terrible at it but Character B is so smitten they don't even care would be cute" and I'll be honest, I'm not sure how I got to Omegaverse-mutant-time travel-Spideypool from that moment, but I'm not complaining cos the story was GREAT.
Stetsons and Schoolteachers... I live in sort of a rural town and I saw some big corn fed guy in a ridiculous cowboy hat and thought "he looks like Steve in a Stetson" and then I thought "Tony would literally roast him alive for that" and then we got historical western romance stuff.
I'm pretty heavily inspired by music? I've played piano since I was 3 and have written several pieces of my own music so lyrics and melodies are pretty central to my every day thought processes so ALOT of my stories have come from single lines in random songs or like, the general *vibe* of a song?
Tips for Writer's Block-- My best (worst?) tip for writers block is to always ask yourself "what if" and then let the story answer the question. As in, you can't seem to get into a chapter or the pairing just doesn't feel ready to jump into romance and you're frustrated with them and yourself? "What if Character went on a date with someone else and it spurred them to realize what they loved about Other Character" or "what if there was a storm so they're forced into close space" "what if Side Character With a Penchant for Bullshit had a scene".
Full disclosure, asking yourself "what if" and then answering the question can lead to longer than anticipated stories. A couple months ago I wrote a 5k short story for Stranger Things and then went "huh what if" and now I'm at over 100k words and into it thirteen chapters so. Buckle up, I guess!
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noselfpreservation · 4 years
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This was my first @spideypoolbigbang!  I did the art for Parallel Horizons by @moku-youbi and you all should absolutely check it out.  It’s a wonderful ride!
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deniigi · 3 years
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Hey go off about the ships, I'm all here for it. Also thanks for the response!
[readies my baseball bat at a whole line of beehives]
I’m putting it under the cut so that folks don’t have to deal with my very right controversial opinions on their dashboards.
Ships I don’t get and/or make me want to scream and/or triggers my fight or flight instincts:
Stark/Loki (I learned of this this morning and I hate it already)
Coulson/Barton (Just??? Why???? Is this an order/chaos thing?)
St*rker (do NAUGHT interact)
Peter B./Miles (Truly, just fucking unfollow me now.)
Bucky/Stark/Steve  (No. Bucky and Tony would strangle each other with only their wristwatches if left in a room unattended)
Steve/Stark (I literally just had this convo, but I’ll say it again: Tony is way too old for Steve.)
Peter/Harry Osborn (I kind of start to get it, then I think about it and go ‘nevermind.’)
Nat/Bruce (fuck your romance plot. They’re both too awkward.)
Sam/Rhodey (Rhodey is too old and straight-laced for Sam.)
Matt/Karen (I’m sorry. I have tried. But Karen deserves better *cough*cough* mike *cough*cough*)
Darcy/Anyone (I just don’t get Darcy full stop)
Bruce/Tony -- (I see them as friends who you suspect have fucked at least once, but who aren’t actually fucking. Kinda see Bruce as grayace???)
Gwen/Miles (I get it, but to me Gwen is a baby lesbian, so I don’t really see it)
Clint/Kate Bishop (No.)
Matt/Sam Chung (NO. stop pairing mentors with mentees they don’t have to be romantic to have strong relationships CHRIST)
Luke/Danny (see note about Bruce and Tony)
Jessica/Danny (wh??? America, explain.)
Luke/Matt (I am not hostile to this ship, I just don’t see the connection)
IronStrange (I don’t like either of these two as characters so it’s actually really convenient when people put them together for filtering purposes.)
Peter/Harley Keener (Is that how you spell his name??? I don’t know this kid? So I don’t understand how he and Peter have a connection?)
Okay that was a lot of negativity, so I’m going to balance this out with ships I do like!
Spideytorch
Stucky
Steve/Sam/Bucky (and all variants tbh)
Spideypool (but only over 18, y’all pedophiles DONT INTERACT IM SCREAMING)
MattFoggy ❤😎
Matt/Natasha
Matt/Frank (I’m iffy on this, but if pushed I could see it. Mostly sexual, not romantic)
Mike/Karen ❤👏✨🌈
Mike/Foggy (one sided. GET IT, MICHAEL. Try your best, hon)
Matt/Foggy/Karen (you know what? Yes.)
Matt/Kirsten/Foggy (Hello, have you read anything I’ve ever written?)
Kirsten/Karen
Kirsten/Matt/Jennifer Walters
Peter B. Parker/MJ
Peter/Michelle Jones
Wade/Cable (Cablepool thoughts ONLY today friends)
Wade/Vanessa
Tony/Pepper
Rhodey/a peaceful life
Brett/Foggy (hello teen romance, No-Homo’d away 👀)
Shuri/Peter
Bucky/Steve/Peggy
Kate Bishop/America Chavez
Matt/Clint
Peter/Ned/MJ
Peter/Sam Chung
Matt/Elektra
Jessica Jones/Luke Cage
Yeah, I think that’s it for now. But I will also say, anon, that I don’t generally read or consume media for romance. When I’m looking for a fic to read, I want a plot. A ship is okay and I’ll def filter for tags that I don’t really love, but reading fics just for the ship isn’t really something that I often do.
I’m hunting for originality (like a shark, tbh. Once I’ve found a trope I like, I’m putting all three rows of my teeth in it and I’m reading all of those fics until I’ve found the 1-2 that satisfy the bloodlust most effectively.)
I just find that the ships that I don’t like often result in characterizations that I don’t agree with and so I avoid them as part and parcel of that ❤
Hope this helps with the curiosity!
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osiriablonde · 5 years
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So I've been thinking alot about spideypool, and it's fairly popular to ship Canon Deadpool with spider verse Peter B Parker.
But consider this.... Mcu Peter Parker with his classmate 16 year old trash child Wade Wilson from "the wrong side of the tracks"
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ao3-spideypool · 4 years
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I don't know how many more ways I can say sorry
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UeiGj4
by eames_137
Day 13 of 35 Days of Spideypool - Person B crying and screaming that they’re sorry, believing they caused Person A’s death. Person A’s ghost at their side, helplessly trying to comfort and hold someone they can no longer touch, or speak to, anymore
Words: 1077, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 13 of 35 Days of Spideypool
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Marvel (Comics)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: M/M
Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson
Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson
Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, 30 Day OTP Challenge, One Shot, One Shot Collection, Character Death, Self-Hatred, Accidental Death, Angst, Heavy Angst, I'm Sorry, Crying, Ghosts
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UeiGj4
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acecorvid · 5 years
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Sick Day [Spideypool/Spiderfam fic]
Sorry it’s been so long since a Spiderfamily update! It’s been a really weird and busy start to 2019 and I’m on a somewhat social media break? But more fics will be coming soon!
It took all of six seconds for Wade to realize he’d come home to chaos and considering he’d been in three gun fights only hours before, that was definitely saying something.
“Thank fuck you’re here,” Peter growled. His voice was much deeper and gravelly than it usually was. It was sexy. Quite sexy. Maybe the most sexy of all the-
“Hey! Fuckface! Eyes on me. Focus-” although the last part of ‘focus’ was coughed out onto Wade’s face.
“Ew, Spidey-germs. Does that mean I’m gonna get spidey-powers now?”
“You never get sick, Wade. Healing factor, remember?”
“That’s mutanist. You’re being- you’re falling over actually okay let’s get you to a flat surface.” Wade caught Peter in his arms mid-sentence as he started to tilt a little too far to the left. He propped Peter up against his own chest, turning his face so that if he coughed, he’d cough in a direction that wasn’t Wade’s tattered and bloody suit.
The falling over and apparent fever that Wade could feel through this suit didn’t stop Peter from rambling. “Gwen needs cough medicine. Peni needs a hot water bottle. Porker needs a lot of Kleenex. Noir needs some kind of old timey remedy that has too many ingredients and probably heroin so scratch that and just get him ibuprofen.”
“And Peter B. needs to lie down because he’s got the highest fever I’ve ever felt and I had cancer, my dude.”
“Don’t call me-” Peter’s coughing fit cut him off and he buried his face into Wade’s chest once again. “Don’t call me dude.”
“And Miles needs more blankets!”
Wade turned to the couch to see one Miles Morales peeking his head up from the couch.
“Miles?” Peter also turned to look but Wade assumed he got dizzy because he just put his face back on Wade’s chest. “You’re still here? I thought you went home.”
“You said there was a Spidey quarantine!”
Peter paused in Wade’s arms. “I guess I did say that. Okay. And Miles needs more blankets.”
“And water, please.”
“Don’t be greedy.”
Miles groaned and dropped back onto the couch and out of sight.
Wade stared at the back of the couch for a moment before he unceremoniously picked Peter up and starts to carry him upstairs.
“This isn’t what I asked for.”
“But it’s what you’re getting. Gotta get you into bed, old man. Have you always been this heavy? I feel like maybe-”
“Do not kick a man when he’s down,” Peter growled into Wade’s shoulder but he clings harder to him. He’s still clinging when Wade plants him down on their bed and tries to pull away.
“You’re warm,” is Peter’s only answer when Wade asks him what he’s doing.
“And you’re on fire. Didn’t you want me to help out the other spiders?”
“Leave them to die, cuddles are more important.”
Instead of doing any of that, Wade pulled away and was surprised at how easily he slipped out of Peter’s grasp this time. He was weak and pliant, which only made Wade worry more as he pressed a soft kiss to Peter’s forehead.
“Get some rest, old man.”
Peter grumbled and groaned, but he rolled over and cuddled one of the fluffy pillows on their bed, seemingly obeying Wade’s words for once. Wade was sure he’d be asleep within minutes of leaving the room.
As he walked down the hall, ready to go check on the spider-kids, he pulled out his phone and shot his reliable weapon’s dealer a quick text message and a list of everything he would be needing.
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“You know, when I got your message this isn’t exactly what I was expecting,” Weasel held out six bags full of pharmaceuticals, Kleenex, and everything else the poor sick spiders would be needing. Weasel took in Wade’s form as he handed the bags over the threshold of the doorway. He blinked wildly, took of his thick glasses to rub them clean on his shit, put them back on, and continued to stare. “Also wasn’t expecting that.”
Wade, completely free of his usual suit and mask, was wearing a blue and white unicorn onesie and a pink frilly apron. With all the spiders sick, someone had to clean house, and that someone was well equipped with the best outfit for the job.
“It’s the uniform of a providing father, Wease.”
Weasel stared blankly at him. Clearly he did not believe or understand anything out of the mercenary’s mouth.
“Is that meds?” Gwen had snuck up behind Wade and he would have scolded her for leaving her bed but she was leaning heavily against his side for support. He’d never seen any of his spiders so weak. Gwen reached around him and rummaged through the bags until she found a package of cough medicine. “Thank fuck!” Gwen pressed a kiss to Wade’s cheek before turning and launching herself over the back of the couch to land directly on top of Miles judging by the yelp and groan that followed. He could not understand how she could still be this nimble when she was burning up with a fever.
“I got the stuff!”
After Miles recovered he lifted his head over the couch again, “Thanks Dad Number 3!”
“What the shit, Wade?”
Wade turned back to Weasel who looked completely shell shocked. He was staring into the house, eyes wide with disbelief.
“Is this where you’ve been this whole time? Everyone’s been asking for you at the bar, wondering why you’ve just been picking up jobs over the phone instead of coming in, and you’ve been… playing house with someone else’s kids? Who are these kids? Whose kids are they? What the-”
“Lot of questions, buddy. Slow down, you’ll hurt yourself.”
“Did you kidnap and brainwash a bunch of children, Wade?”
“Yes, Weasel. It’s a big conspiracy where I brainwash random kids to become mutant mercenaries not unlike myself and get them to do my bidding.”
“Al’s not gonna like this, Wade.”
“Weasel. I’m not. Obviously.”
Weasel looked from the couch, where two heads were poking up with curiosity, back to Wade. “Whatever’s going on here isn’t obvious.”
Wade sighed and shoved Weasel out of the doorway and stepped outside, closing the door behind him, much to the dismay of the two eavesdroppers inside.
“Look, you can’t tell anyone. I mean it this time, buddy. Tell anyone and I will personally slice your balls off and feed them to you on a silver platter.”
“Not the most creative threat you’ve given me but okay, noted.”
“I got married to a perfectly normal man from this dimension. His name is Peter and he has two children who are definitely both his biological spawn and they’re technically my kids now through marriage. That’s it. That’s the whole deal. And they’re defenseless little normal humans so I can’t let anyone know about them because any of my enemies could find out and hunt them down. Can’t have that. So no words out of your mouth, got it?”
Weasel stared at him for a moment before nodding, “Yup, absolutely everything out of your mouth was a lie but I can’t even begin to fathom the truth of it so- you got it bud. Not a word. Just promise me you’re not doing anything weird or skeevy or more illegal than the usual illegal shit we do.”
“Scout’s honor!”
“You’re not a- yeah okay, sure. You’re welcome for the care package. Hope the kiddies feel better soon.”
“Me too, who knew spider-people could get this sick.”
“Sorry what?”
“What?”
“The what people?”
“What what?”
Weasel rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively as he walked away. “Whatever Wade. You can tell me when you’re ready. Let me know when you’re ready for another mission.”
“Will do, buddy!” Wade gave him a two-finger salute before heading back inside and promptly running into Gwen and Miles who were obviously backing up from leaning against the wall. They somewhat successfully steadied each other despite looking like they were going to collapse at any moment. Gwen folded her arms and gave Wade a stern look, possibly to overcompensate for being caught. Miles glanced at her and immediately followed suit.
“Are you cheating on Pops?”
“Ye-yeah! Are you cheating on Dad Number 2?”
Wade rolled his eyes, sighing loudly as he put his arms around the two kids and lifted them up, carrying them back to the couch and plopping them down.
“Nothing or no one could make me cheat on your dad. I am faithful till the end. Sometimes beyond the end. With the exception of men that time travel and have metal arms… then sometimes I’m not the most faithful person but it’s an understandable thing. Like one of those freebie lists. You get me?”
Both Gwen and Miles shook their heads.
“Good! Now,” Wade dug through the bags he’d left in the entryway and plopped down a box of Kleenex, bottle of painkillers, two bottles of gatorade, and other supplies onto the laps. “Take some drugs, get some sleep, and feel better!”
“You’re a weird dude, Mr. Deadpool Dad,” Gwen mumbled as she crawled under one of the many blankets Miles had accumulated on the couch - including the ones that Gwen brought down when she was tired of being in her room alone.
“And you’re a weird kid.”
“But you’re good to have around. Love you and all that.”
“Ditto,” Miles chimed in though his eyes were already closed.
“Love you two and all that,” Wade repeated and patted them both on their heads before gathering up the supplies and spreading it out among the other spiders. Noir put up a bit of a fight when it came to all the meds, insisting that he read all the labels and wondering why there wasn’t certain now outlawed ingredients in them but eventually he got him to take many of the night time pills and put him back to bed. Peni was curled up with her tiny spider that somehow looked as sick as she did, so he left all the meds and supplies on her night stand and gave her a kiss on the forehead. He did not want to talk about what he saw in Porker’s room. He left seven boxes of Kleenex for him and left immediately.
Back in Peter’s room, Wade slipped in to find Peter soundly asleep on the bed, covers haphazardly wrapped around him. He put down the last bag next to the bed and gently crawled in next to Peter, brushing his hair out of his face.
Peter grumbled as he woke, rolling over to look Wade in the eyes. “Are the others okay?”
“They’re better. Gwen and Miles are particularly lively.”
“Not surprising.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Like hell froze over.”
Wade reached behind him and pulled the bag up onto the bed. “I came prepared then!”
“Ah yes! I knew there was a reason I kept you around. You’re the best.” Peter made grabby-hands at the bag and in any other circumstance, Wade would pull the bag out of his grasp. But he wasn’t one to torment the sick so he gave in.
“Only useful as an errand boy, I see how it is.”
“Oh, you’re useful for other things too. I just don’t have the energy for any of those right now.”
“You don’t have the energy for bacon and eggs and pancakes?”
“Ugh, please don’t mention food to me right now.”
Wade patted Peter back and kissed his shoulder as he downed some meds, and then Peter turned his body into Wade’s. “The kids are all taken care of then?”
“Hm? Yeah they’re good,” Wade answered.
“Cuddle with me?”
Wade smirked, moving to lie on his back and letting Peter snuggle up close to his side, “We’ve got to get you sick more often if you’re going to be this affectionate.”
“I will gladly be affectionate with you every day if I don’t have to feel like this ever again.”
“Hm, I’ll look into it.”
“I don’t like the sound of that and whatever twisted experiment you’re scheming of but okay, sounds like a plan.” Peter buried his face in Wade’s shoulder and promptly fell back to sleep. All through the house, Wade could hear subtle coughs and groans, making it hard for him to fall asleep, but this was his family and he would always protect and take care of them.
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silvyri · 5 years
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I'd never heard if this one for soulmates before! 22 the one where it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate. Spideypool, especially if they don't figure it out at first meet b/c Spidey's pretty honest even when annoyed and Deadpool distracts instead of outright lying usually (and super-bro-code doesn't try to pry into the secret identity)
The one where it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.
People say the most outrageous lies when they meet a person for the first time to see if they’re their soulmate. Peter thinks that’s what Deadpool is doing, except the man just keeps on saying the most ridiculous things to him even after their first meeting.
“I’ll give you my entire Dora the Explorer DVD collection if you let me lick your pecs just once!”
“I wanna tongue punch your fart box!”
“Hey Spidey, I dream about your juicy ass at least twice a night, and I don’t need to be asleep to do it!”
“I’d give up saying chimichangas if you go on a date with me, and let me tell you, it ain’t no lie when I say that the word chimichangas makes up like 50% of my diary entries each day so I hope you understand how far I’m willing to go for you!”
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life, and I was at the Super-Bowl when the Janet Jackson nip-slip happened!”
And Peter likes to think he’s a polite dude. He humours Deadpool for a bit, because yeah, he kind of might like the guy, just a teeny tiny bit, and some of the things he says are rather flattering, if vulgar, and Peter doesn’t have the best self esteem in the world. Sometimes it’s nice to hear he has the booty of a Greek God, and that his knees (why knees? Deadpool you are so weird) are totally lickable. But after a bloody and long skirmish with Electro he’s singed and tired and totally knows that the ten block radius of damage that resulted from the fight is going to be blamed on Spider-Man tomorrow, so yeah, when Deadpool shows up out the blue and starts hitting on him Peter kind of snaps.
“No, I don’t want to take a ride on your disco stick!” He growls, “can’t you see that I’m a little tired here?”
“Sorry, Webs.” Deadpool at least has the sense to look a little ashamed under his mask. “Uh, what I meant to say, is that do you want some help getting home? The Dead-taxi is here, at your service!”
“No,” Peter grumbles from his spot collapsed against the fire escape. “I just need some rest, is all. Away from annoying mutants who can’t seem to shut up and catch the hint that I kind of want to be alone right now!”
“...Sorry,” Deadpool whispers, his shoulders sagging. Peter feels a little sting of remorse, and then squashes it down with a surge of annoyance. “Do you want me to leave?”
And Peter’s irritated and sore and bruised all over but the worst thing is he’s mostly annoyed at himself, because there’s a big part of him that wants Deadpool to stay, to pick him up in his ridiculously muscled arms and cradle him against that big broad chest and take him home and cuddle him of all things, and it’s entirely that small part of him that’s prickly and pissed off about having a crush on Deadpool that makes him open his mouth and say “yes.”
But the thing is, he can’t say it. His mouth hangs open and his lips make the right shape but his vocal chords refuse to work and Peter almost had a heart attack when he realises that he can’t lie.
He can’t lie to Deadpool.
“Spidey?” Deadpool sinks down to his knees next to Peter, and his white stupid panda eyes of his mask are worried. “You’re gonna catch flies like that. Unless that’s totally what you’re going for because you’re Spider-Man and spiders eat flies and you’re trying to go for an authentic image?”
And Peter tries to say, “Iggy Azalea is the defining rapper of the generation,” but all that comes out is “Iggy Azalea is the-” and he chokes on the lie. Tries to say “chocolate chip pancakes are gross and I hate them,” and ends up with “chocolate pancakes are- grnf.” And he sits there, stunned, as Deadpool’s panda eyes go from worried to wide with realisation.
“Oh,” Deadpool says, “you finally figured it out.”
And all Peter can say is, “you knew? What? How? When?”
And Deadpool shrugs. “When we first met and I was singing I Don’t Fuck With You because Iron Poop was hanging about and then I saw you behind him and I choked on the line I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do, than to be fuckin' with you and I’ve never ever gotten the lyrics wrong, not even during Chinese water torture, and that shit seriously fucks with you.”
“That was months ago!” Peter squeaks. “And you didn’t think to tell me that you’re- that I’m your soulmate?”
Deadpool shrugs again. “Just because you’re my soulmate doesn’t mean that you like me. I’d rather us, you know, become friends or whatever because you actually like me, and not because of some stupid soulbond that doesn’t really mean anything except that some higher power thought that we should bump uglies. That shit’s seriously got some underlying non-consensual connotations hiding in there too, like what if I don’t want to have a soulmate and a perfect match or whatever, I could totally be fine on my own, not that I’m saying that I don’t want you because fuckbuckets holy shit I do because you’re amazing and strong and beautiful and good and honest to such a degree that you didn’t figure out that we’re soulmates until now and you don’t like milk either because ew cow titty juice right and you make me want to be a better person and what I’m trying to say is that I’m in love with you not because of some stupid soulbond, but because you’re you.”
And then it’s Peter’s turn to say “oh.” And then it only makes sense to pull his mask off and yank Deadpool close and say, “you should totally kiss me right now,” and Deadpool rolls his mask up so fast he almost takes an eye out and when their lips meet all the hair on Peter’s body stands up and his stomach tightens and something in his chest pulls free and soars.
Later, when they’re in Peter’s shitty apartment and Peter’s lying on naked on Deadpool’s chest in bed and they’re no longer Spider-Man and Deadpool but Peter and Wade, soulmates, he says, “I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out faster.”
“Baby boy, you’re smart but you’re also kind of dumb,” Wade grins, and Peter jabs him in the side and the afterglow dissolves into a tickle fight but Peter’s not mad because yeah, it can’t be a lie, he kind of is. But that’s okay because he’s Wade’s and Wade is his and they’re just two dumb dudes dressed up in skin tight suits patrolling the streets of New York, beating up bad guys, telling bad jokes, eating tacos out of questionable food trucks and being perfect for one another.  
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drabble: "What are you doing?" Spideypool
*coughs up dust on your altar* I’m not worthy to write spideypool for you but I somehow managed. 
Also…as all the prompts tonight seem to have done, this got away from me. So here’s an 800+word “drabble” (that i might write even more of shhh don’t judge me)
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Peter walks into his lab sipping coffee with his eyes half-shut and glaring daggers down at the itinerary on his tablet. He’s somehow got two business lunches scheduled today, and he needs to put in a new order for the biotech sockets he’s been missing for over a month. Not to mention the three-quarters-of-the-way finished project that’s taking up most of his lab space, and the fact that he can barely take a deep breath in without feeling the now healing ribs he broke thwarting a robbery last night.
He just got here and his brain is already so overwhelmed he doesn’t notice the bright flash of red in his peripheral until his tablet and coffee are both clattering to the floor and two strong arms are wrapping around him; a hand coming up to cover his nose and mouth.
The sharp scent of old tacos and dirty leather gives away his attacker before Peter even has time to panic about his spidey-senses failing, and he finds himself wriggling an arm free and pulling the hand away with a huff.
“Wade.” He says carefully. “What are you doing?”
“Kidnapping you.” Deadpool tuts somewhere near Peter’s ear. “I figured that would be kinda obvious. Ya know, with the whole grabbing you from behind thing.”
It says a lot about how much time Peter’s been spending with Wade, both in and out of costume, that the first quip on the tip of his tongue is about better things that involve being grabbed from behind.
He force-swallows it and clears his throat, “Why?”
Deadpool scoffs and loosens his grip enough to turn Peter around to face him, moving one hand to cup Peter’s cheek, forcing Peter to stare into his masked eyes. It would look romantic if Deadpool’s other hand didn’t land on Peter’s side, giving a knowing squeeze to the sore spot so hard that Peter can’t help but release a shocked wheeze.
“That’s why.” Deadpool reasons, letting go of Peter completely and wagging a finger in his face. “Me thinks Little Petey Parker could use a day off.”
Peter clutches his side and bends down to retrieve his fallen tablet. He has to wipe a bit of coffee off it with his sleeve and grimaces. “Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t just take a day off because some guy kicked me a little harder than expected. I’d never make it to work.”
“Ah, ah, ah!” Wade moves to grab Peter again, but this time Peter expertly dodges. Wade is unperturbed. “No refusals, Baby Boy. Hence the kidnapping.”
“No.” Peter says with more conviction. “I have way too much to do to just toss it all up in the air for even a day, okay? It doesn’t work like that.”
“Petey.” Wade whines–definitely sounding more like Wade than Deadpool–as he makes a swipe for Peter’s tablet. “Do you know how many alarms I had to disable to get in this place? At least come out for breakfast to make it worth all my painful, heartfelt efforts. We can do pancakes, waffles, eggs, greasy nasty American bacon, the whole nine yards.”
“Still no.” Peter says, albeit more gently as his stomach tries to growl and betray him. Someone has to do work today, he reminds himself and cocks an eyebrow at Wade. “And you didn’t disable anything, Wade, I added your mask and face to the scanners a year ago.”
“Huh.” Wade says, trailing after Peter as he turns to head further into his lab. “I guess all those little beeps and green lights were achieved rather quickly.  And here I thought I was finally becoming a grandmaster of high tech B and E. Way to kill a man’s ego, Petey.”
Peter rolls his eyes, already flicking through his tablet for his secretary’s contact while trying not to be too obvious about it.
“Shouldn’t you be used to me killing your ego by now? And be honest,” He sighs, finding the contact and hovering over it as he looks back at Wade, “if I don’t agree to leave how long are you going to stick around and how many things are you going to break?”
The victorious smile that spreads across Wade’s face is visible even under his mask, and Peter almost regrets asking.
“Well…” Wade trails off and makes a flippant motion with his hand. “I didn’t bring any C4 if that’s what you’re asking.”
Peter surveys all the important equipment in front of them, calculating the costs of replacements as he goes, before looking back at Deadpool. He’s seen Wade leave a state-sized trail of destruction on accident, and can only imagine that a purposeful effort would wreak thrice as much havoc.
“I hate you.” He says with no heat, and Deadpool’s grin gets wider as Peter slams the call button on his tablet. His secretary picks up after two rings. “Can you tell A.M. to cover my lab today? I’ll forward my itinerary, but it appears I’m going to be…out…for a bit. ” He eyes Wade as the other man gives a quiet victory whoop. “At least until the afternoon…”
Deadpool doesn’t even wait for the call to end before he’s grabbing the back of Peter’s shirt and hauling him from the lab, tablet and all.
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I have finally caught up on B and B and I am in love with this verse— it’s so gritty. I can’t believe Francis had the audacity to kidnap Peter, man has STONES, but I have a feeling he won’t once Wade is done with him. Can I also just say the Sam and Clint cameo made my day for real, their dynamic is so wonderful in this verse especially.
“May God have mercy on their souls.”
Hank is right and he should say it. Wade is about to burn it all down, and I’m here for that!
My heart did break for Peter asking if he deserved happiness because of some of the choices he made broke my heart a little. I think we all make bad choices, and sometimes it hard to live with who those choices make us into, and it’s just such a terrible but honest thing to relate to— do I deserve happiness?
The verse really is sort of gritty and dark, right? Its very fun to write. Like, LAL was sort of that lighter side of a Western, beyond Alexander Pierce being a full blown bigot, it was all horse riding through the fields and cozy nights in their cabin and Tony being cute with the baby animals and county fairs. But BAB is the gun slinging, everybody sucks, violent side of the exact same story and I've never written this particular spideypool dynamic so it should be FUN.
Honestly "do I deserve happiness" is the worst question but one probably everyone has asked, whether its post trauma or post terrible decisions or just because there's several things about life that are so out of our control and we end up staring in the mirror wondering if any of it is worth it.
I love Coulson's response though, about how if God would watch us struggle and then decide we don't deserve happiness cos of where life took us, then Coulson wouldn't want to preach about that God, and what sort of Father would the Heavenly Father be if He saw us on the very edges of life struggling every single day and took away our hope and joy because we made a wrong decision somewhere along the line.
I had about 8000 issues with the religious community I grew up in, but one of my biggest was always the "oh God loves you but also everything bad that is happening to you is because you've displeased him so fix it" mentality and Peter going to Coulson to ask "am I doomed" and Coulson just... "absolutely not" was so healing
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Writing Meme
Hi!! I’m just now getting around to this.... ^^; I got quite a few asks with questions so I decided to answer them all. :D
The Basics 1.     Do you listen to music when you write?: Yes, though lately I’m just happy having white noise like the fireplace show on Netflix. 2.     Are you a pantser or plotter? Plotter. Sigh. I used to be a Pantser. 3.     Computer or pen and paper?: Computer! I type much faster than I write. 4.     Have you ever been published, or do you want to be published?: Yes. I’ve had several poems published in literary journals, anthologies, etc. It’s been a while, but I’d love to do that again. 5.     How much writing do you get done on an average day?: On a writing day I can usually write 1,000 words. 6.     Single or multiple POV?: Depends on the story! I usually write single POV but I really enjoyed the multiple POVs in “Best Laid Plans.” 7.     Standalone or series?: I can’t write anything standalone anymore. XD 8.     Oldest WIP: Model of the Solar System. 9.     Current WIP: Model, Boat, Punzel, Coffee Shop, B-Side. 10.  Do you set yourself deadlines?: Fuck no. I tried and failed hardcore. 
The Specifics 11.  Books and/or authors who influenced you the most: Anne Rice, John Grisham (don’t judge me!), Danielle Steel (no judging, you promised!), Laura Ingalls Wilder, and Richard Siken. 12.  Describe your perfect writing space: Someplace quiet and warm, blankets around to use if needed, a reclining couch, and hot cocoa.  13.  Describe your writing process from idea to polished: I usually start with an idea, roll it around in my head, work the plot from the end, then attempt to write it. Most of the time my beta D will yell at me to get my ass moving.  14.  How do you deal with self-doubts?: I cry and complain to my betas. 15.  How do you deal with writer’s block?: I cry and complain to my betas and readers and friends and anyone who will listen. Then I try to read nonfiction stuff or watch docuseries.  16.  How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project?: I don’t really do drafts? I just hammer something out, do a quick edit, and publish.  17.  What writing habits or rituals do you have?: I write better with white noise in the background, which could be anything from a fireplace crackling to beta D and her husband talking about whatever show they’re watching.  18.  If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?: I would love to write with blandbetty again. She and I wrote a few long fics, we vibed super well together. Outside of fandom, idk. Maybe Anne Rice, but I feel like I’d mostly just yell at her for why have you made Lestat into someone so awful??? 19.  How do you keep yourself motivated?: I re-read comments on AO3. I lean on my betas. I try to think of different scenes and plots that excite me. 20.  How many WIPs and story ideas do you have?: So many. At least 10 all together. 
The Favourites 21.  Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write?: Out of my J2 folks, I really enjoy writing Back Pocket and Photo Op J2. 22.  Who is/are your favourite pairing(s) to write?: Sam/Dean, J2, Spideypool. 23.  Favourite author: Richard Siken, Nayyirah Waheed. 24.  Favourite genre to write and read: Fiction and poetry. 25.  Favourite part of writing: Reading comments! 26.  Favourite writing program: Google Docs. 27.  Favourite line/scene: /during a sex scene/ “I’m gonna die or lose my shit.” “...please don’t do either of those right now.” 28.  Favourite side character: Motherfuckin’ Anza! (And Mrs. Martinez.) 29.  Favourite villain: Donna from Photo Op. XD 30.  Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet: Amish J2!
The Dark 31.  Least favourite part of writing: Actually writing. 32.  Most difficult character to write: Drew from Photo Op and Lindy from Back Pocket. They’re very similar and also incredibly exhausting. 33.  Have you ever killed a main character?: ...I mean... /cough/ 34.  What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?: I’m drawing a blank right now, but I’m sure it was painful lol. Endings to fics are always incredibly difficult for me. Punzel was an ending that I struggled with. 35.  What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing?: The end of Model. The end of any of my WIPs if I’m honest. 
The Fun 36.  Last sentence you wrote: “Nothing keeps Sam from replying with a quip.” 37.  First sentence or your current WIP: I have so many though....  38.  Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had: Nothing is too weird. 39.  Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had: Hmm. I’m really not sure? 40.  Share some backstory for one of your characters: Anza was super shy in the beginning of high school. She didn’t become outgoing and in your face until she met her boys--Jared, Memo, and Charlie--and her girl Candy. Can you imagine a shy Anza? Ha!
The Rest of It 41.  Any advice for new/beginning/young writers?: You don’t have to write every day, but you do have to write. <3 42.  How do you feel about love triangles?: I don’t like them, but mainly because I find a lot of them to be super misogynistic. Without the misogyny, I suppose they’re fine. I think I’d prefer to find drama somewhere else though. 43.  What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline?: I typically don’t have outlines? And if I do, I’m usually stubborn about changing things. I wanna be laid back about it, but tbh I fight with D about she suggests something has to change or go. XD 44.  How much research do you do?: So much. Maybe too much. The research part of a fic is so interesting to me, I spend a lot of time doing it.  45.  How much world building do you do?: So much that sometimes I get overwhelmed trying to create the perfect world. 46.  Do you reread your own stories?: Yup! I reread them a lot. 47.  Best way to procrastinate: Just put on Netflix and watch me not write all night long. XD 48.  What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written?: I’m not sure? 49.  Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?: Sam and Dean from TCV. They’re a package deal. But those guys because I could just chill with them and Dean would make me delicious food. 50.  [Other question—ask me anything]: Woo?
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