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Spideypool - One Bed Trope

Sorry for grammar mistakes!

Deadpool huffed and puffed, as he ran as fast as he can, puddles splashing from every step he took. As the rain falls, the drops were starting to blur his vision, but he had no time to stop. Deadpool's legs were in so much pain, his lungs felt like it was about burst any minute now but getting out of this mess with his best friend, Spidey was the only thing he was worried about. Spiderman's web shooters ran out of fluid long time ago, resulting in them running away on foot instead of swinging around the town to escape. "Hurry! These guys have been hungry for ages and I'm so *not* into getting eaten right now! I just replaced my ass!" "And whose fault is that? If you didn't mess with the portals, we wouldn't be here right now, Deadpool!" "This isn't the right time to play the blame game!" Deadpool yelled as he jumped over the boxes of crates and trash cans along the way. Spider-man grumbled beside him, clearly annoyed by his response.

Right as they were about to turn the corner, suddenly, a vampire appeared in front of them.

"AHHHH!!"

In that instant, a high pitch scream escaped from both of their lips. Deadpool, who shrieked louder than the other man, quickly held onto Spidey in panic before shooting the creature in the chest again and again until he was sure it was no longer moving.

"Deadpool!" Spiderman gasped, his hand covering his mouth as he stared at the vampire then to Deadpool and back again to the creature dying on the pavement. Deadpool sucked his teeth in disapproval before shaking his head, "Yeah... sorry about that. Well, actually sorry that you had to see that, not really because I killed Freddy Krueger wanna be. Now, let's go!" Deadpool snatched Spidey's arm again, pulling him away quickly once he saw the crowd of vampires slowly catching up to them.

Although both had greater stamina than most people, the longer they ran, the more their heart started pounding uncontrollably. The burn in their chests and the cramps on their legs were starting to feel more painful than before, causing them to slow down and cough before Spidey saw something far away. It was something, a place where they could stay at.

"There! There's— shit" Spidey cursed before coughing hysterically and began hitting his chest repeatedly, while his other hand rested on his knee. "A shed—the shed," He choked, "maybe we can stay there for a while."

Before Deadpool could respond, Spiderman dragged him there immediately, the sounds of their heavy breathing and coughing rang through their ears as they headed for the abandoned building Spidey saw.

"You sure about this, Spidey? Looks like a vampire would live here too. A broke one or like maybe my wife died in here so I decided to stay to prove my love for her type kinda vampire, ya know?” "You got a better idea, big guy?" Spidey asked, hands on his waist as he looked at the abandoned shack in front of him. The windows, the walls and the roof were not in their best state but it was enough for them to be safe for the night. The stench and the nasty bugs crawling in were enough for them to be creeped out and doubt their decision but not enough for them to turn the other way.

Right as they opened the door, dust, dirt and broken wooden floors welcomed them.

"Uh-oh. Your spider senses tingling yet because mine is. Rat senses, in this case." Deadpool said in disgust as he watched the rats hide immediately under the covers and back to wherever they came from. As much as Spidey had more things to say, he was quiet due to exhaustion and from the pain on his joints that he was still experiencing. He decided to use this opportunity to take a deep breath and look around.

The shack was tiny but it was big enough for both of them. There were cobwebs all over the place, sounds of rats chirping and bugs lurking around the corner but after everything they have been through, this was nothing. Now, the rocking chair rocking on its own did scare him a little bit but the bed beside it looked comfortable enough. There was a tiny kitchen but none of them were usable enough for them to get some water.

"You found anythin' yet?" Deadpool asked as he looked at some of the old displayed pictures near the fireplace.

"Nope. Just a bed and rocking chair... that's moving on its own. Giving you ten bucks there's a ghost sitting there right now, and she'll watch over us when we sleep." Spiderman said as he closed the door to the bedroom, hoping and praying that chair was just moving due to other reasons.

"We can invite the ghost to sleep with us, as long as its legal and it wants to. I'm cool with anythin." Deadpool smirked, turning his head enough to see Spider-man groan and folded his arms.

"Sleep with us? You're sleeping on that chair. I will sleep on the couch."

"Why are you gettin' the couch? I'm bigger. Taller than you if I may add, so I need that more than you, spiderling." Deadpool teased, as he stepped closer to Spiderman and stood in front of him. Almost as if he was proving how much bigger he was compared to Spidey.

Spider-man glared at him, obviously not in the mood for jokes and useless arguments especially from Deadpool. “Back off, dude.” Spiderman rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, pushing the man aside before walking to the couch and slumped onto it. Immediately regretting it once he smelled something one of a kind.

"God, what is that smell?"

"Rats, piss... and more rats, definitely. But hey- there's a sweet bed waiting for us-"

Spider cut him off quickly, "I got into this mess because you dragged me here and messed with the portals. So I sleep on the couch, you get the possessed bed if you want. Just pray the ghost living in here would forgive you."

"Come on, don't tell me you're afraid of ghosts! Look, vampires, batmans, zombies, yeah they're all real.. but ghosts? Come on, just sleep here. I don't smell bad, I promise sweetums."

After opening the bedroom door, Deadpool used his hand to beckon Spidey over. "Just in case you didn't understand because you suck at being a vampire, that sign meant come in." He giggled a bit at his joke before hiding behind the door to take off his wet suit. Letting Spidey to think which one was a better option: staying on the same bed with Deadpool or smelling like rat and piss for the rest of the night. Spiderman thought about revealing his identity at this moment or if he should keep his mask on. But then, the idea of him wearing his soaked mask for hours made him uncomfortable.

Eventually, the piss and pain all over his joints won. Spiderman stood up, and entered the bedroom, quickly backing up a bit when he saw Deadpool out of his suit. It was not the first time Spiderman saw him with just his boxers on but it was always a surprise.

Couch it is, then.

Right when Spiderman was about to leave, Deadpool turned around and took off his mask, tossing it on the haunted rocking chair. A smug look on his face immediately replaced his concerned look after he turned around.

"You're fine with me sleeping like this, right? You've seen me naked, I've seen you naked, and now we're about to sleep on the same bed. We're practically lovers, I'm sure this is alright."

"We've- no, we- when? You've never seen me naked."

"Blah blah blah, I've seen you shirtless. That counts now. There's hangers in the closet, just hang your suit there and I promise, I won't do anything you wouldn't want me to do. Do we have safewords though?"

"God, just head to the bed and knock yourself out." Spiderman retorted, as he moved aside, allowing Deadpool to go ahead and sleep first. There was a silence and hesitation that filled up the room, only the rain and his breathing were the only ones he could hear for a while before finally taking off his suit. There was a mirror Spiderman could look himself into. While he was unzipping his suit, he saw Deadpool on the bed, facing the wall like a kid who just got grounded by a parent. Deadpool facing the wall eased up the tension a little bit, making Spidey chuckle before finishing up.

Once Spidey was done, he stood in front of the mirror. Looking at the cuts and bruises all over his body. They were slowly healing but still, not as fast as Deadpool's. Spidey knew it was part of his power but it was still impressive especially when he almost became a part of vampire buffet just a few hours ago.

Then, there was Spidey's mask. The mask that covered not only his face but also his identity. Somehow, for some reason Spidey decided to remove his mask, quickly throwing it next to where Deadpool's mask was resting at. The more Spidey looked at his reflection, the more he despised how tired he looked. Or how insane his eyebags were and how his skin looked so rough. Spidey cursed under his breath as he ran his fingers through his hair and slowly walked to the bed.

Once he felt a cold breeze coming from the old, cracked window, Spidey began hogging most of the tattered blanket Deadpool had found from the closet. Before falling asleep, he decided to take a glance at the man sleeping beside him, —still facing the wall. Peter decided to do the same.

"Goodnight."

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Spideypool Angst but mostly Wade having a meltdown (Part 1?)

TW: mention of blood and pills

Who would have thought following Spider-Man's “no killing rule” would be this hard to follow?

Deadpool laughed bitterly, his right leg shaking in anticipation as his face slowly started to get covered in sweat. Disgusting.

He hadn't killed anyone in the past few weeks and it was starting to get to him. Wade knew it was going to be a challenge to make himself a superhero or just a better person and perhaps he even deserves a medal for not killing anyone for weeks now— but God. He never thought this would affect him so much that he would want to shoot his head over and over again—just so he’d stop thinking about doing something he shouldn't do. Wade couldn’t. He had made a promise not just to someone, but to himself. He really, really wanted to get better.

Wade took a deep breath, his legs dangling from the roof as he watched his hands began to tremble. He hated blood… actually. Hated, love— what was the difference at this point? All Wade knew was that he had a complex relationship with blood and gore. Like an ex he kept coming back to or maybe a creepy ex who always managed to find him.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Wade… did miss his ex, despite everything. He wanted to go back in the field and experience the rush once again. There was an itch he wanted to get rid of, but he just couldn’t no matter how much he tried.

Wade decided to fiddle with his guns, no bullets inside which annoyed him— even though he was the one who removed them in the first place. These guns without bullets were useless as he was but he thought holding them might satisfy his needs. News flash, it didn’t. Nothing was good enough.

Wade was losing his mind. His marbles, his balls, and especially his sanity. Whatever he had, he was losing it, which was funny because he never had that much to begin with. He needed help so bad, he wanted to call Spider-man but then what? Admit that he was so screwed in the head he couldn't even resist killing someone?

"Fuck!”

Wade threw the guns on the floor before storming back to his bedroom. His headache was getting worse, his ears were ringing, his eyes felt heavy and his legs were shaking. The room was starting to spin, and he tried to reach for his pills but his vision was starting to get blurry. His fingers were too cold, and he believed at that moment he did not need it anymore. It was too late, too fucking late. He was on the edge of the cliff and no pills could bring him back to his fantasy land where everything was sunshine and rainbows because there were no fucking SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS!

Wade’s mind was racing, his room felt so hot, he felt like he couldn’t breathe nor talk. Wade began pacing back and forth in his room, completely ignoring the noise coming from his neighbors, the glass shards on the floor piercing his feet or the pills sitting on the table, staring right through his soul. Wade muttered some words he often used to calm himself down, while his hands were on his head. Still trying to recite all the things he could remember, but none of it was working.

Eventually, everything stopped once Wade accepted the truth.

Wade realised he was just horrible. Just a terrible waste of space that was granted to live forever as a punishment simply for existing. Or perhaps even more, he did a lot of crimes after all. If he apologised to everything he had done, it would take him centuries to make up everything for it. Wade slowly sat down on the floor, exhausted. His eyes glancing down at his phone, still desperately wanting to call the only person who believed in him. The person who believed he still could be good despite everything. The hero who stupidly believed his words that he could actually be someone valuable to other people. Being nice makes you so naive. Yet, Wade couldn’t help but to think about if Spider-Man ever had these moments. Surely, he did.. but in a different way, probably.

Shit.

“Don’t kill Wade, blah blah blah good guys don’t kill.” Yeah well, do you have to be a good guy first to listen to that or… following it makes you one?

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Streamer Sally Face AU but angst

Modern AU of Sally Face where Sal streams playing horror video games. Everything is going well until the game begins to mirror his traumatic past. (Sorry for grammar mistakes!)

TW: alcoholism, blood, death, traumatic memories

It had been few hours since Sal began streaming an old psychological horror game, recommended by his fans. It was fun at first, jump scares here and there which did not scare him most of the time. Little jolt occasionally but overall tolerable. That’s what fans loved the most about Sal, his attitude and ability to stay calm during chasing scenes or terrifying jump scares. That was the reason why he got popular in the first place. Almost no game he had ever played before terrified him, that was until now.

One of the main characters began talking to her mother, asking why her dad wasn’t here yet. Her mother proceeded to tell her he is no longer coming back.

“Why?”

Click

“We’re.. tired of fighting sweetie. Besides you always cry when we fight, don’t you hate it when we fight?”

Something about the tone of the mother made Sal’s body tensed. He knew something was off, he hated that question, he did not like that question at all.

For few minutes, the game was silent until Sal clicked his mouse again and the girl asked another question.

“Is it me? Is that why both of you keeps fighting? I heard what you said-“

Click

“No! Don’t be stupid, it isn’t your fault. He’s drunk all the time, he can’t keep a job, he can’t even cook a decent meal for us! I should have left him years ago.” The mother grunted as she crossed her legs in annoyance before lighting up a cigarette and shoved it between her lips. Inhaling the smoke then exhaling it, without a thought of her child’s concern about her husband leaving them for good.

“Great,” Sal thought. “Alcohol.. why, why is it always alcohol? Why can’t it be something else for once?”

At this point, Sal knew he was starting to feel more off and uncomfortable than before. The thought and seeing the word alcohol bothered him more than he wanted to admit. He had not said anything on his stream for few minutes now, people were starting to notice it, but he couldn’t do anything.

Click

“Is it my fault?

Click

Sal’s breathing started to change, he felt like it was getting harder to breathe despite inhaling so much. His arms and legs were starting to feel numb, even his scars was starting to feel painful. He knew what was about to happen, he knew what was going on but ending the stream now would be terrible. Just needed to finish this scene and he can end it-

“You’re so silly, dear. Of course it isn’t. Get that questions out of your head. He’s an asshole, get over it.”

Click

“Do you think it’s my fault?”

Sal stared at the screen for a moment, his room felt cold and small, he felt overwhelmed yet he felt nothing at the same time.

The fresh, wet, smell of rain was suddenly brought into his mind and his father’s voice echoed in his ears “Goddammit, Sal! She’s dead! She’s not coming back!”

Something was wrong. So wrong. Sal tried to click the mouse again but his finger couldn’t move — “Your mother— Sal what happened, how did this happen?!”

A tear dropped from his eyes as he remembered the smell of blood and booze from the floor. Hospital walls were filled with his anxiety, doubts and fear of seeing his own mother dead on the hospital bed. What was worse was that he was the reason why she was there.

Sal’s mother. Why, wait , wait… why was she there? His mother— his mom was the who screamed for his name, chased him and protected him from something- something he could not remember but he knew what it was. He knew , he knew what happened, he just— “Sal, baby come back- NO!”

The floor, walls and ceiling began to change as his webcam kept rolling and the chat kept coming. His ears, his face, his legs became so numb he can’t feel them anymore. But his eye was still working and he caught a glimpse of messages coming up on his monitor screen yet he couldn’t understand them. It looked gibberish or blurry, Sal was not sure anymore. None of it went through his mind, all he could see was his dark room, clock ticking and his laptop shining bright light on his face as he tried to keep his breath and hands steady. Sal remembered the time when his father was in the kitchen, mumbling about something while he opened another bottle of beer. It was his father’s sixth beer, third week since his mother’s death, and the third time since his stomach began rumbling due to hunger.

He was scared. The sound, the smell, and the sight of beers terrified him. His father wasn’t bad, Sal knew that ever since he was a kid, he just wanted his father back.

Suddenly he felt something on his leg, tugging on his pants like it wanted his attention. Sal tried to ignore it as much as possible, his mind still wanted to remember what his mom looked like, he couldn’t let himself forget what she looked or sounded like. He owe her that after everything she had done for him and what he—

Meow

“Gizmo?”

Sal tried to fix his breathing, his mind was foggy and his head hurts but still managed to pick up his cute little fuzzy friend who helped him in his darkest time. Because of him, his mind began to clear up and his chest felt less painful than before. “I’m here, I’m here. I’m good, just.. had a moment there.” His scars still hurt but now Sal was able to put his attention back to the game. His eyes wandered to the chat who was concerned about what happened but he decided not to talk about it, not today, not tomorrow. Eventually, the stream had to end.

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Question for invincible fans

Right after Kate faked her death, she was actually in the cabin, hiding and such. But she said she always kept a spare… so does that not mean the spare is a clone?? People were saying that was the original but I thought- why would she refer the og as a spare?

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Haven’t finished season 3 of invincible yet, but am I the only one who thinks they could show more subtle signs of trauma from mark?

I specifically wanted to see him, maybe being afraid of trains ? There are many and different subtle things they could do but just seeing mark be sorta afraid of trains after that incident would really add more depth to his trauma and character. Like him hearing or even walking close to train tracks makes him freeze up a little bit. Maybe he even tries to avoid getting closer to it for no reason at all, he just unconsciously doesn’t want to be there. Makes him uncomfortable, makes him feel sick, makes him feel like he shouldn’t be there.

It just reminds you that trauma lingers even if you think everything is back to normal.

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I just noticed Eve just became Mark’s second therapist. Most of her dialogues in the show at this point are about comforting Mark. I really hope they’d have more sweet date moments in the show.

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Spider Punk - Hobie Brown !!

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“It’s just fiction” “i wiLl tAkE HiS PlaCe”

The two lines you’ll hear the most when the woman in the show is attractive and she sexually assaulted a man.

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amber haters will be blocked ON SIGHT

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Vigilante

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Spoilers Inside job s2

No cuz when Reagan said

I spent my whole life thinking you were a hero or a villain, but you're not. You're just my dad. A screw up

I was just

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Can Jaime change his voice when he's wearing the suit? Like deeper, robotic or high. It's extremely helpful if he's in a call with someone and he dont want the enemy to know its him.

In Young Justice, for me I thought his voice slightly changed when he's in a suit but I'm not sure if I'm right. It just sounded a bit different compared to when he isn't in his suit

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Dino Nuggets

Coming home should be the day kids are looking forward to after school. Leaving their bag on the floor before throwing themselves on their bed, play video games, watch cartoons or even hear their parents call their name for dinner. Unfortunately, none of those happen in his home, except playing video games.

Sal opened the door slowly, still hoping that someday he would see his dad off of that dusty old chair and doing something else instead of sitting and drinking all day. But he knew that was selfish of him to even wish or think about. His mom just passed away. He knew that they were both trying to deal with her death, and Sal learned from his Science teacher that being drunk helps you escape from your problems. Even if it was just for a short amount of time.

Meanwhile, Sal can’t drink so he had to deal with his problems in a different way. Not with alcohol, not cigarettes but with playing video games all night. He used to “forget” doing his assignments but after a while of watching his dad slowly forgetting to take care of himself, Sal figured out that he had to do something or else both of them would be miserable. 

It’s difficult sometimes to take care of yourself and your dad, but someone had to do things in the house. Sal took out the Dino nuggets in the fridge, it took him a small ladder and a few minutes to get it out but he did it. He opened the bag and put a few on the plate before placing it in the microwave. 

He sat down on the chair, his feet dangling while he did his homework. Answering all the math questions he had to finish before taking out the plate slowly from the microwave. “Dad, we got food now!” 

Sal didn’t get any response which was something he expected but he still did it, anyway. He quickly carried the plate filled with Dino nuggets before walking towards him and saw the show his dad was watching. News. The most boring thing on Earth, especially for kids. He put the plate down on the table, tugging his dad’s shirt while pointing at the nuggets.

“I microwaved nuggets, Dad.” 

Silence.

“Do you want one?”

Still nothing.

“I’m just gonna eat some of them then.” 

Usually, dinner time is a time when children and their parents get together to discuss their day at school or work, but it had been months since that happened at Sal’s house. Sometimes, he can’t help but think he was responsible for what happened to his mother. That’s why he also refuses to talk about the incident. He assumed that his dad blamed him for her death as well, which explained why his dad was quiet and only laughed at his beers and his TV shows. 

Sal remained silent, not wanting to put more pressure and add more problems to his father. But sadly, there would be no more food to eat if this continues.

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Okay, in all seriousness

If you ship Sal Fisher x Larry Johnson gtfo my blog

Step siblings are still siblings. Same goes for adopted and half siblings

Like. It's literally fucking incest and if you ship it you're SUPPORTING incest ships.

I don't care if it's "yOuRe aU" they're still step brothers in canon and you can't change that

Fuck off :]

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Headcanon for Sal Fisher is that the reason why he's pretty chill seeing disturbing stuff irl is due to the pills he has been taking ever since the incident happened.

There are lots of different side effects after taking pills for a long time and it also depends on how dependant you are with them, so I thought that would be a nice reason why he doesn't get disgusted or creeped out that easily. But I mean of course he can be just a kid who doesn't get scared easily.

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Khaji Da: *crawling across Jaime's bedroom floor in the middle of the night to fuse to his spine* and the best part of this plan is, no one can stop me

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Blue Beetle | Gabriel Picolo