#that's not the wade i want to see paired up with peter.

[sciderman]

I give you one better, I invite you to avoid the negativity and tell us. What would be the perfect DP/SP cannon comic for you? Like that topics and motivations and even silly jokes would make you fill with joy and happiness and fun reading it?

Also if you could choose any writer to do it, who would it be?

for real the spideypool book of all time is avenging spider-man #12-#13, for wade and peter's ridiculous dynamic where - unlike most of deadpool and spider-man's team-ups, spider-man is honestly in good spirits and good humour, and is rolling with the punches.

i think that's the big reason why i love this particular team-up so much - it's not as mean-spirited as literally every other spider-man and deadpool routine, where spider-man is kind of excessively mean to deadpool. like sure, wade and peter aren't friends, exactly, but peter's not excessively mean, and they just have this delightful little dynamic where - like, peter's disappointed, but i don't know, it doesn't feel belittling to me. even when peter's disappointed.

it's the most likeable peter's ever been in any spider-man and deadpool team-up. he really really has a likability issue in every single spider-man/deadpool team-up. in every single one, save for this one, peter is just... really unlikeable in the spider-man/deadpool dynamic. he's always holier-than-thou, and i really can't stand it.

so if there were a spider-man and deadpool book i'd want to read - it would have to have wade and peter on equal footing. none of this holier-than-thou stuff - peter doesn't see himself as superior. he probably will still see deadpool as a nuisance, but he doesn't think he's better than wade. i'd want it to stay street-level. i'd want a lot of opportunities for each of them to surprise each other with their abilities - i'd want wade to constantly be taken aback by peter's brilliance, and i'd want peter to be taken aback by how sharp wade is. i'd want that respect between them to grow, over time. equal footing. a balance of powers. i really don't think it's fair that, kind of consistently, peter's always held the power in the dynamic and wade's kind of always a bit of a doormat with peter. so - i want them to dismantle that hero-worship dynamic, and put them on equal footing.

god. and the series has to be funny. dear god let it be funny. the sm/dp series was just - not funny. i can't remember a single joke that landed, for me. if there's anything a spider-man and deadpool book has to be, it's funny. please. deeeeaaaar god please.

[devilenchantress]

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

🪵Pairing —> Logan Howlett x Reader

🪵Genre —> Fluff & comfort

🪵Warning —> None (but spoiler alert : this story takes place after the events of Deadpool & Wolverine)

🪵Inspired by —> @allophonicmess

����Summary —> You want to get to know the knew Logan, but he thinks that he isn't good enough for you. So he ends up being cold and distant towards you, towards the girl known as « Wolverine’s epic love ».

🪵Dividers credit —> @moosgraphics

It’s been a few days since Wade, Logan and Y/n came back from the crazy journey they went through. Everyone was still under’s Wade roof, celebrating. Y/n was sat on the couch alone, trapped in her thoughts. It didn’t take long for Colossus to notice it, so he approached Y/n and sat next to her :

« How are you feeling Y/n? You seem lost. »

« I’m doing fine Colossus, thank you for asking. I’m just a bit confused about… some things. »

« Do you wish to talk about it? »

« Well, I cannot stop wondering why would this Logan act this way towards me. I know that he doesn’t know me and doesn’t owe me anything. But seeing the face of your dead lover looking at you like you meant nothing is pretty heartbreaking. I wish I could know why he is so cold towards me, why he doesn’t even notice me. I just don’t understand. »

« Maybe you should talk to him? Honesty and communication are always important. It could bring you closure and peace. »

« I guess you’re right, thank you for listening to me and checking up on me. I think I’m going to take a little nap, I’m still a bit tired of all the things that happened. » said Y/n while chucking at the same time, after that she went upstairs to rest a little.

But on the other side of the apartment, Wade and Logan were discussing or more arguing about the same topic :

« You know I really don’t mean to meddle between lover’s querel and all that stuff. But you’ve been kind of an ass with Y/n especially considering that you know she’s kind of « Wolverine’s epic love » in most of the universes. »

Logan looked at him and just answered :

« Then don’t fucking meddle into it. »

Wade pretended no to hear what Logan just said and continued :

« Well I guess you’re just scared I mean I can understand really. You do look like a grumpy old dad who’s only purpose is to drink his whiskey in front of the TV. While y/n, well, she does look really hot I mean honestly I don’t understand why she’s still single because I swear even I could-

« CAN’T YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAM FUCKING MOUTH FOR ONCE YOU DAMN MOTHERFUCKER. » screamed Logan with rage in his eyes before leaving the room to go outside and get some air.

Hours passed and Logan was still outside, sitting on the front door steps with his bottle of whiskey.

Everyone else was in the kitchen talking and laughing. Y/n just finished her nap and went downstairs to join the others, and while she was about to enter the kitchen Colossus and Wade looked mischievously at each other and said :

« Oh y/n sweat treat, good thing you’re here because well… » said Wade before giving a side eye to Colossus who said :

« We’re missing shrimp chips and we were wondering if you could get some, please? » Y/n laughed and answered « of course I can, it’ll give me some air. »

Y/n took her purse and went outside, right after this Colossus told Peter to rush to the door and lock Y/n outside.

As she went outside Y/n saw Logan down the stairs all alone. She tried to be silent and then turned around to open the door and give the others an excuse to not go out. But as she tried to open the door, she realised it was locked :

« Are they really serious. » she wispered before knocking and screaming

« Are you serious guys? Please open? I forgot something and I really really need to get back out there. » but no one answered.

She turned around and realised that Logan was looking at her

« Hey you, what are you doing here? » she shyly said. Logan turned around to face the street and did not answer. Y/n closed her eyes and let out a sight before telling him :

« Do you hate your Y/n too in your universe? »

Logan looked at her and said

« What? »

she walked toward him to sat on the stairs and continued

« I said do you hate your Y/n too in your universe? Because my Logan, well, he used to hate me so much when we first met, and, well I kind of hated him too. » she said chuckling, and then proceeded :

« We were always arguing, bickering, fighting… but then one day I got hurt really really bad and surprisingly he was there for me. After this moment we started to grow closer until one day we fell in love. So I was wondering if you hated you y/n like my Logan used to? Because that’s the only thing that could explain why you seem so repulsed by me. »

Logan’s expression became soft and he only answered :

« I don’t hate you, god I could never fucking hate you. I cared about my Y/n like your Logan cared about you. »

« Then why are you like this with me? Why do you talk to everyone but ignore my existence like I don’t matter? »

Logan looked down at the floor and answered :

« I know your Logan was some king of hero, but in my universe the things I did, they make me a monster, an animal and I love you way too much to let you be with that kind of man. »

Y/n watched him with her watered eyes and softly said, while putting her arm on his shoulder :

« What is it that you did? No matter what it is you can tell me because all I want is to understand you. »

Logan was hesitant, but if there was one person he could tell anything, if there was one person that could bring him comfort, it was her. So he said :

« Things happened and one day you died, after this I could never be the same. I loved you so much. So I went to the bar everyday, I drank everyday and I let everyone down. Until one day all of the x-men died because of me. I had nothing else to loose anymore. So I killed, everyone, bad people, good people and no matter how much I wanted to stop, I couldn’t. I was filled with so much rage, I let it guide me. »

Y/n was breathless but she knew Logan, and she was sure that no matter what, no matter the universe he was a good man. So she put her hand on his cheek to make him look at her and she said :

« Whatever you did is in the past. Right now you have a chance to be better and to make the world a better place. I know you will. »

she stopped to caress his cheek and then she said

« I could never think of you as a monster Logan nor could I ever be ashamed of you. »

Logan took her hand in his and told her :

« There’s no love in my life if you’re not in my universe Y/n. »

After hearing this, Y/n put her head on Logan’s shoulder and while he wrapped his arm around herself she whispered in his hear

« You’ll always be my one and only true love, no matter what. »

And so they spent hours outside finding comfort in each others arms.

[crazyk-imagine]

Okay, so, I have an idea. Wade Wilson with a tall S/O (any gender is fine, but preferably fem) that can and does pick him up?

Tall Girls Rule and Wade Drools

Pairing: Wade "Deadpool" Wilson x Tall!reader

Characters: Wade "Deadpool" Wilson, Tall!reader, James "Bucky" Buchanon Barnes, Logan "Wolverine" Howlett, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Ellie "Negasonic Teenage Warhead" Phimister, Yukio, Natasha "Black Widow" Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker

Warnings: Fluff, Wade is a warning himself, puns, dorkiness, terrible jokes and nicknames, reader lifts wade whenever, wade likes being babied, everyone likes and doesn't like him, they never know what to do with him, the avengers did not ask for wade but here he is, mention of alcohol or at least drinks, surprisingly no mentions of chimichangas, wade is a slut, reader does not fall for his antics, small xmen and avengers cross over, mentions of the forbidden unicorn

Word Count: 1k

Also based off this post

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You're happy to hang out with your friends, even if the only reason you know them is because of your idiotic and chaotic boyfriend.

He still amazes you even though you two have been together for so long now.

-

Before the party, you were smoothing out the skirt of your dress and a slight breeze came through the window.

You’re worried with how thin the fabric feels, it might be too late to change.

“Hey babe?” You call out for him, not knowing where he wandered off too.

“Yes, sugarplum?”

“We vetoed that one two weeks ago,” you answer while adjusting your watch.

“Right, right. Yes, my anaconda don’t because she’s got the big buns hun?”

“That ones a little long.” You enter the kitchen and find him standing on the counter, making a mess. “Wade,” you sigh.

You walk towards the counter, placing your hands by his feet; seemingly trapping him in. “You’re not supposed to have sugar before we go out. You know you basically turn into a crackhead.”

“I take offense to that because, sugar–”

You mutter under your breath, “jesus.”

“- to be a crackhead, means you have to be on crack or have it in your veins.”

Your right eye twitches as he makes the motion to his elbow. “Did Peter show you that? I told him to ban you from tiktok.”

“Jecuze!”

You roll your eyes and pull him off the counter, tossing him over your shoulder.

-

You pause at his warm hands caressing your behind. “Wade.”

“Yes, juicy- I mean baby?”

“Stop playing with my ass.” You start walking towards your shared room once more.

“I thought you liked it when I played with you. You weren’t complaining last night.”

You toss him onto the bed and grab your earrings. “Shut up.”

You stand back, checking yourself out in the mirror. “Okay, be honest.”

“I’d totally-”

“No.” You turn to face him. “Can you see my nipples through this dress?”

He shakes his head, “no, don’t worry, but I’m sure they’re still there.” He leans back and looks you up and down. “If you want, I can give you an inspection. Come on,” he pats his lap. “Give papa some sugar.” 

You roll your eyes. “Go grab your unicorn and jerk off, you horndog.”

He whines and lets out a noise as he catches his stuffed friend.

-

You glance up from the table and turn to find Wade moving around like an insane person.

Part of you regrets dragging him out with you but another part of you doesn't and seeing him goof around to annoy Logan and Bucky makes you feel better. 

You turn back to Ellie and Yoko only to furrow your brows after finding them stare at you. "What?"

"Are you ever going to stop staring at him?" The dark haired girl asks.

"What's wrong with me looking at him?" 

"You stare at him like a lost puppy."

"I do not," you scoff.

Yoko places a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder, letting her know she needs to calm down and watch what she says.

Ellie doesn't mean to but sometimes her brain and her mouth aren't always in tune with one another and it leads to fights.

You glance back at Wade, watching as he messes around with Scott too. "I wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"Okay?"

You purse your lips, unsure if this is something you should be confessing. 

You decide against the logical part of your brain and tell the girls what's been on your mind.

Wanda makes her way over, dragging Natasha with her.

"Sorry, ladies," the shorter haired woman tells you.

"Our favorite bartender was dealing with a weirdo and we didn't get our drinks until now."

You all chuckle knowing she was referring to your boyfriend, who still stands beside America's sweetheart and his best buddy plus the others, annoying the absolute shit out of them.

"I said I was sorry but what was I supposed to do?"

Wanda turns to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, pulling your attention onto her. "Don't listen to Nat, she's joking with you. She’s actually happy to see him act, sort of, decent. I mean, we all are. He finally got manners."

You give her a small smile and nod, feeling the same way.

"I think that's the first time we all can ever agree on something about Wade," Ellie adds.

You cover your mouth chuckling, "definitely."

-

Wade turns around at the sound of your laughter.

The others can see how his eyes soften behind his mask.

None of them seeing the rainbows and dancing unicorns that envelope you.

"-ade? Wade?" Steve calls out.

"Yes, Mr. All American?"

The blond sighs, "I told you to stop calling me that."

"And I decided not to listen," he leans closer to whisper, "get a load of this guy, am I right? He's acting like he doesn't know me."

Bucky raises a brow at his behavior, not believing that someone can act the way he does even if he's known to man for a few years, Wade always has a way of surprising people with his antics. 

“Could you stop fawning over your girl for five minutes and chill?” Logan grunts.

Wade pretends to think on it. “Hmm no.”

He runs over to you and throws himself into your lap.

All the girls groan at his entrance.

You chuckle, “Hi honey.”

“Hi sugarplum, you having fun?”

You shake your head.

“Shut up, we were having more fun before you got here.”

He turns away from you. “I don’t know whether to be offended or not.”

Yoko stares at him concerned, “is he okay?”

You nod, “he’s fine.” You stand up, carrying him and set him beside Tony, needing him to stay with the boys. “Baby, stay here.”

“But-” He pouts.

“Wade.”

“Fine but if I’m drunk by the time we’re done, don’t blame me.”

"God help us," Logan mutters.

"I am the only God here." He turns away and uses the back of his hand muttering into the distance, whispering, "I'm still Marvel Jesus."

[pixieimp]

So adding more context after this post about my now very much headcanon because at this point I want to see more about whatever movie my brain is creating

How Logan’s new friends and family advised him to ask Kurt out:

The first person to notice Logan’s interest on the cute church boy is actually Wade, because of course it was him. His first advice to his friend however was to kidnap Kurt and to threaten him with killing his cat or mother if he doesn’t have a cat, whatever, if he doesn’t agree to date him… Logan punched him claws first in the head only by suggesting something like that.

Blind Al and Vanessa actually only told him to grow a pair and talk with Kurt instead of grunting like a beaten dog. Logan actually has been trying for a while to talk a bit more with Kurt but all their conversation were quite short as Kurt is always busy doing something for the church.

Laura awkwardly told him to offer a present, to which Yukio very much agreed that it would be a very sweet gesture, like a small token which would remind him of Logan, Negasonic, rolled her eyes in exasperation but Logan saw the grumpy teenager touch a bright pink wristband hiding under rougher black leather.

Of course, Peter also offered an advice, to purchase something more thoughtful, a present which would show the interest Logan had in Kurt, a romantic novel for example or a book of poems.

Dopinder told him to follows the fire of his heart and lavish Kurt with love songs and to fight for his honor, to be his knight in shining white armor!

What Logan actually did:

He dropped by the church a late evening when he knew Kurt was about to wrap up with his group session for “special people”.

He waited patiently by the door while Kurt gave farewells and a couple of last moment advances. Logan’s heart beating so fast in his chest that he was starting to consider the possibility to have a heart attack, at his +200 years old it could be a possibility.

Kurt face lighted up as he approached Logan, his usual merry smile on his face which made Logan give a small smile of his own in return.

When Kurt was close enough, Logan just shrugged and pointed with his thumb to the big wooden doors indicating the world outside the small church. “Do you wanna get a beer Elf or what?”

Definitely not what Logan had intended to say or at least not just like that but Kurt just laughed and nodded. “How could I possibly reject such a lovely invitation?”

[wickedscribbles]

if i get too loud you can shut my mouth: ch. 1

Masterlist Ch. 2 Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Logan Howlett/Wolverine

Rating: Explicit

Tags: descriptions of violence, excessive swearing, fourth wall breaks, yearning, bridgerton season 3 spoilers, sexual tension

Word Count: 2.4K

If you like what I write and can afford to do so, please consider buying me a coffee! It would be much appreciated.

It feels like it took them ten years to get here.

In reality, it was a little less than half a year, but still – fuck.

Wade might not be two hundred years old, enduring some endless drag of time like Logan has, but he knows that every day spent orbiting one another and pretending like things weren’t boiling with unspoken tension was agonizing. Seeing Logan in those fucking flannels was agonizing. Watching him doze off on the couch. Catching the way his face softened when he smiled, ruffling Mary Puppins’ ears.

It was all such a pain in the ass.

(Thankfully, not literally, this time. Al would kill him if he brought another fight into the apartment. Even if she couldn’t see bloodstains all over the carpet, she’d sure as hell know when she stepped on one.) And Wade understood – really he did. He could see through Logan’s prickly act the second he met him in that bar. Even with what they’d been through to save the current timeline they now both resided in, Logan felt some deep-rooted urge to distance himself from people. He didn’t want to hurt anyone else. Didn’t think he had it in him to lose anyone he got close to again. That kind of cycle was hard to break.

They saw one another at the occasional get-together, now held at Al and Peter’s place. With Wade throwing himself back into mercenary work and the money getting better, that meant things inevitably getting more dangerous, so now he bunked in a one bedroom with the only girl in his life willing to put her tongue down his throat every hour of the day. That girl also sometimes threw up after eating her kibble too fast in the morning, but hey. We all have our problems.

But if Wade ever tried to hang around when the night was winding down – or if he extended an invitation to just Logan – things got sketchy. He’d always mutter some excuse about work – the old man was getting his hands dirty as a mechanic, apparently, but Wade had his resources and heard more than a few stories about the Wolverine cropping up as the months passed.

And Wade can feel it. That pulling away, that distance. Whether it’s there because Logan actually feels any sort of sense of connection between them, or because he can’t stand Wade and wants him to leave him the fuck alone, Wade can’t really tell. When he’s not in a fight, Logan’s so fucking quiet. Keeps to himself so much.

He tries not to push. The whole thing with Vanessa went south again, fast. Because he either pushes too hard, or not enough, and fuck if he can ever find a solid in between.

Spring slides into summer, sweltering.

Wish we could just walk around in a g-string when it’s fuck me degrees out here, right?

Wade sends the text to Logan one insufferable July afternoon, crouched in an abandoned warehouse. He never expects a reply. The man doesn’t exactly give off “knows how to text” energy. But hours later, his phone vibrates.

You’re nasty

Wade grins. “Exactly, big guy.”

A stupid, eager part of him can’t help but hope a little harder, after that. He could’ve just ignored the text entirely. But this was something.

He digs in his heels, thinking of anything and everything to hound the man about throughout his day.

You ever think about what these goonies are jerking it to before you cut their heads off?

Stupid shit, totally off the top of his head.

Still hotter than absolute shit, is this why you only go out in the suit at night? Think I can feel my balls boiling

Sometimes he’d get an answer, sometimes not. Either way, it was typically a short response. (Thank fuck he didn’t text like a boomer – Logan was hot, but that might have been the end for Wade’s boner regardless.)

Puppins says she misses you :(

(Don’t tell her but you’re nicer to cuddle with)

Nothing to that one. Alone in his apartment, he sighs. Mary Puppins groans her sympathy and snuggles closer into his chest.

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A little over a month later, there’s an urgent knock on the door.

More like a banging.

Cops is Wade’s first half-awake thought as he slings himself out of bed, already gripping the first gun he can get to. He stashes it in the pocket of his fuzzy ducky-patterned bathrobe, getting to the peephole.

Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.

This is somehow worse than cops.

Wade unlocks the door and Logan pours himself in, dominating the frame and almost stumbling to get inside. His eyes are wild, skin glistening with sweat. He still wearing that stupid fucking flannel, light brown and dark blue, the sleeves pushed up to the elbow like he’s personally asking Wade to fuck him.

He huffs out a few heavy breaths, blinking at the hush of Wade’s apartment like he isn’t quite understanding it.

“Hey, princess,” Wade offers up to break the silence. “You, uh, coming over for the weekly rewatch of Bridgerton? I mean, I already skipped to the good parts, but we can always –

Logan’s hand closes over his windpipe so fast that the rest of the sentence vanishes in a wheeze. Pleasure blooms somewhere in the back of Wade’s brain, and he’s almost certain that he’s hard as he’s backed up against the refrigerator. Puppins only raises her head from the dog bed to look between them, her tail wagging frantically.

“What the fuck,” Logan grits out. “You called me.”

He sort of had. After a few ignored texts, Wade’s thumb had fumbled the CALL button. There’d been a mild rush of panic before the usual tossing and turning that led him to sleep. To be honest, he didn’t even think Logan would catch that. And he definitely didn’t think that it would lead to a pissed off Wolverine storming his living space at 2 a.m.

“Sure did,” he says cheerfully, once the fingers around his throat loosen somewhat. Wade holds up his hands, trying to look innocent. “Butterfingers. My mistake, peanut.”

A maelstrom of emotions flit over Logan’s face in an instant. He drops Wade, his expression settling on something that the other man can’t read. At last he shakes his head, sighing, and turns back to the door.

“Sorry,” he says. “Sorry, then, I’ll just…”

Dude looks like a fucking kicked puppy. A tired kicked puppy that’s lived longer than most people would care to.

“Aww, c’mon,” Wade urges.

It’s hard to look sexy with a face like his, but he splays himself back against the fridge, bathrobe falling back a little to reveal what’s definitely still hard in those boxer shorts.

“When’s the last time we really hung out, huh? Mano a mano? Not since the potential end of the world – we really could watch Bridgerton, you know.”

Wade doesn’t miss the quickest flick of Logan’s eyes down to his crotch. Ohoho. Gotcha, bub.

“I don’t even know what the hell that is,” Logan growls, folding his arms.

His body language says arghhh no I’m so grumpy, don’t touch me, but his eyes are telling Wade everything he needs to know. They’re kind of nice, when he isn’t glaring at something. You know what he’s got? He’s got the deep brown eyes of a Golden Retriever.

And Wade wants to pet that puppy.

“Puppy play? Before we’ve even kissed? Girl you nasty,” Wade says out of nowhere, turning to an obscure corner of his apartment.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

Wade clears his throat, pushing his chest forward somewhat.

“Anyway. Puppins loves a good period romance but we can put on whatever, if you want to stay.”

Please stay.

“What do you normally watch when you’re lurking in your apartment after a long day at the shop?”

He delivers the end of that sentence with a light Southern twang. Logan doesn’t seem to appreciate it, but he relaxes ever so slightly. Swallows. Fuck. Wade can smell the work on him too, the grease and sweat of a long day. Gasoline. There’s a smudge right under Logan’s left eye, and he really, really wants to close the distance and touch the mark. Not knowing if doing so would temporarily lose him a couple of fingers, Wade stays where he is.

“...Home Improvement,” Logan says finally.

“Jesus Christ, you would,” Wade scoffs out. “I mean that as a compliment, sweetheart – if you looked me in the eye and told me you watched Dance Moms I would keel over, regeneration or no.”

It’s clear that Logan has no fucking clue what Dance Moms is either, and maybe that’s for the best. He shuffles from foot to foot, still seeming to be stuck between wanting to stay or go.

“It’s late. I should probably –”

“Wait,” Wade interrupts. “Wait. Can I just – ask something?”

Logan gives him a little shrug, like I think you’re going to anyway, so go for it.

He hesitates, biting at a thumbnail. There’s blood underneath it, and probably not his own. With a grimace, Wade lowers it again.

“What are we doing? With the texting and the avoiding and the –?” He moves his hands around in gentle circles. Logan doesn’t quite meet his eye, but Wade isn’t finished yet. “Y’know, you save the timeline with a guy, get niiiice and cozy in the back of a Honda Odyssey –”

Logan turns a shade of pink that they both know can’t be contributed to anger. “Listen, pal – when you’re fighting sometimes that just happens –”

“Oh, okay, buddy,” Wade continues, grinning. “I know it does, believe me, I’ve been as hard as vibranium for many a fight. But I’ve never curled up next to the guy who’s trying to kill me afterward and woken up with their lips on my forehead.”

It’s all true. After truly destroying his variant’s Honda Odyssey, Wade and Logan had finally exhausted themselves into a state of sleep. And even though he’d found himself restrained by a truly impressive seatbelt arrangement, he’d come to with the heat of the other man’s body pressed fully against his own.

Holding his breath, not daring to move a muscle, Wade had peeked out of one eye to confirm it. Yes, that was the Wolverine acting as his little spoon. Minutes or perhaps hours passed before Logan shifted in his sleep, his bottom lip pressed sloppily against the top of Wade’s head. His breath was warm there. Something about the comfort of that lulled him back to sleep.

Of course, he hadn’t dared breathe a word of that. They had important shit to do and a runtime of only two hours and seven minutes.

Oh, Wade fucking adores putting that look on Logan’s face. Even better with the tinge of pink to match. How many people can say that they’ve made the Wolverine blush? Well, how many living people?

“Shut up,” Logan splutters.

“No can do, princess,” Wade says, grinning wide. “I think we both know the truth when we hear it. Even if it’s hard. Not that that’s the only thing that’s hard around h –”

This time, Wade sees Logan coming and ducks. The door of his refrigerator crumples inward with a metallic sound, things tumbling around inside as they fall.

“Fuck, I just got that, you animal!” Wade complains as he watches the LED screen on the side of the thing crackle and die. He fumbles for the gun in his robe, unsure of whether or not he’ll need it. “Do you know how much a smart fridge costs?!”

Logan’s still coming after him, claws unextended but his face a storm. “Why do you need a TV on your fucking fridge?!”

“To watch Colin and Penelope make sweet, beautiful love after three seasons of sexual tension!”

He weighs up his options. If Logan wants to make this a fight, he can’t start with the gun. Better to have some sort of melee option so the rest of the building doesn’t panic – his tableside lamp is looking like the best way to go right now, even if it was a steal at the local thrift place and gives the whole place a beautiful ambiance.

But shit, he forgot that Logan is lightning fast as well as strong. The whole fucking package. One wrist caught in another iron tight grasp, then the other, and he finds himself being dragged to the nearest wall. Pinned there.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, Logan’s face close enough to lean in and touch. That smear of grease on his cheek. The crow’s feet around his eyes. His mouth. Fuck.

“We can’t,” Logan says, his voice softer than Wade’s ever heard it.

“You’re gonna say that to me while pinning me to the fucking wall? I–”

“Listen to me, jackass,” Logan cuts him off.

Fuck, he’s so warm. He’s like a radiator. If Wade could only lean in. He’s begging at this point.

“I don’t – it’s not that I haven’t thought about –”

“My succulent body meat?” Wade suggests.

“Shut the fuck up.” He sighs, exasperated. (Wade’s dick feels that way too. How much exposition can an author shove into one fanfiction before two characters actually fuck each other, Jesus Christ?) “I’ve thought about this. But you’ve got people, and you’ve already risked your life and mine to keep ‘em safe. I don’t wanna mess that up again.”

“A noble thought,” Wade concedes. “However, if anything does threaten my oh-so-treasured loved ones, you know I’ll be right there to kick that threat’s ass, right? And that being so horny for you twenty-four/seven is severely impacting my quality of life? The vet’s saying he might have to put me down.”

The tiniest smile tugs at the corner of Logan’s mouth. He ducks his head as he does, something shy and young about it. Something hot blooms in the bottom of Wade’s stomach, and for once, it’s not the ache of sex and need. It’s the major fucking crush he has on this man. Although, at this point, he is also so hard it hurts.

Logan’s eyes flit down again, noticing that particular fact when it jumps against his thigh.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Wade.”

“Not Jesus Christ, my friend. Marvel Jesus.”

“Yeah, no one ever said that but you.”

Logan leans in and kisses him like he’s wanted to do it just as long as Wade has.

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

Peter is yelling, hands cupped at his mouth.

Howie is on his feet, cheering.

Clint’s on the ring edge, calling out tips.

Steve’s staring down the opponent’s boyfriend.

Bucky watches her dodge right, hands up protecting her face. Her knee comes up, connecting with the girl’s side. She stoops, her first mistake. Y/N grabs the back of her head, her toes barely touching the ring mat, before her knee comes back up faster this time. Y/N slams the girl’s head down, meeting her knee. Shoving the girl back, into the ropes, when she stumbles from the knee to the face, Y/N winds up, throwing an absolute ruthless right hook to the jaw.

Her head snaps back, blood spraying, her body goes limp, hitting the mat with a thump.

The Ditch goes nuts, screaming from all sides. Cheering, celebrating, talking shit.

TC dips under the ropes, grabbing Y/N’s hand, holding it up, cheering just as loud.

When the Stark’s meet eyes. Howie and Peter are on their feet. Y/N bounces on her toes, all three at the same time, flex inward, with a loud “AHHHHH!” at one another.

“That’s our girl!” Becca is on her feet, screaming for her best friend.

He grins when his girl locks eyes with him. She grins, rolling her eyes at him.

They still went to The Ditch, sometimes TC worked the decks there. Mainly when Y/N wanted to beat on bitches for kicks. She was getting Becca into it now. Only Y/N’s now fighting top fighters from other areas, coming to see what she’s made of.

Sure she might be taking over the table, running her own mafia, and be the most feared thing in Saints high school, but she’s still the girl that needs a good fight to feel calm. Compromises were made between him and her when they started settling into life together. Like her training with Frankie and TC, after the battle for her, she never wants to be underprepared for another fight. He couldn’t blame her, encouraged her.

The memory of her in the hospital, damaged and broken, burned into his mind for life.

A tight feeling appeared in his chest, worrying about his baby sister taking over.

“Boss man?” She’s next to him, Clint cutting the tape off her hands. Steve, cleaning up the few cuts on her.

“The right hook, baby girl.” He shakes his head, smirking at her. “I’d say it’s blessed by Satan.” He chuckles, leaning into kiss her.

“But I am Satan.” She laughs against him, kissing him again.

“Don’t we know it.” Clint snorts.

“Unlikely to ever forget it.” Steve shakes his head.

“And if you do, I’ll remind you.” She sasses, like a snotty teenager.

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” The two mutter at the same time, laughing.

“Ah.” Steve pauses.

“What?” He asks.

Steve scratches the back of his head. “Is that new or old?” He cut his eyes to her thigh and back away.

Fingerprints, on the outside of her thigh, a thumb print on the inside of her thighs.

“Old.” She grins in Steve’s face.

“Scarred for life.” Becca whines, walking away.

Clint looks down and back to her. “That’s hot.” He grins.

“Fuck yeah.” She laughs, they high five.

“Alright, enough of that.” He pushes Clint away, making him laugh.

-----

The house party loud and packed. The typical Friday night high school parties for them. He sat on the couch talking with the guys. “What’s the policy for fighting here?” Howie laughs, sipping from his beer bottle.

“Don’t. Why?” Steve smirks.

“Cause if Smalls sees that girl eye fucking Bucky, that policy won’t matter to her.” Peter laughs.

“Does any rule?” Bucky sighs.

They all laugh.

“Boss man.” She saunters up to them. Dark cut off shorts, a cut short red T-shirt, with a black sports bra underneath. Her ball cap turned backwards, dark hair in messy waves.

“Doll?” He smirks up at her when she comes to stop the side of the couch, he’s on.

She leans down, black fingernails tip his chin up towards her. Her eyes cut to the side and instead of kissing him as he thought. She licks him, from his jaw to his eyebrow. Staring down the girl watching him. She looks startled before she bumps into someone trying to get away.

“Much better.” She smiles pretty walking away.

Peter’s brow yanks down. Howie looks confused. Steve and Clint are unbothered.

“Did our baby sister,” Howie blinks.

“Lick you?” Peter’s eyelids flutter quickly.

“Yup.” Clint and Steve reply, throwing back shorts.

“What in the fuck?” Peter laughs.

“Not new.” Clint shakes his head, downing his beer.

TC is moving towards them, a look of worry on his face.

“What?” He puts his cup down.

“Pretty sure Eddie is across the street.” He jerks his thumb backwards.

They exchange a look between the five of them before jumping up and hurrying out of the house.

Indeed, on the other side of the road, sits Eddie parked, leaning against his car. He smirks at them, as they come to stand on the walkway of the house.

“Gwen get in the house.” Y/N’s voice hits his ears.

“Y/N.” Gwen sounds nervous.

“Wanda stay here.” Y/N orders, he can hear her coming up behind them. She cuts around him, walking down the path, they follow her. She stops on the edge of the curb.

Eddie flicks his eyes from her to Becca, standing next to her.

“Try it.” Y/N warns him.

Eddie smirks, cutting his eyes back to Y/N. They stare back at one another.

She stares him down, Buck looks from Eddie to Y/N, something dark and dangerous in her brown eyes.

It’s Eddie who blinks first, looking away. Suddenly he gets back into his car, leaving.

She turns on them, staring at each of them for a moment.

“Something you boys need to tell me?” Her brow lifts, Becca looks tense next to her.

“We don’t know what that was about.” He assures her.

She nods slowly. Cutting between them heading back towards her girls at the door. The six of them exchange a look, heading for her. She pauses, taking the cup from Gwen, she turns to them standing above them on the front stoop.

“You better swear on whatever god you believe in, Boss man; you didn’t lie to me.” She repeats the saying from the beginning, when they first started out and Ben Rielly and Sina were causing issues for them. The ice cold look in her eyes, makes his steps stop suddenly.

“I’ll make your life hell, James Barnes, you think before was rough, you haven’t seen shit yet.” She warns him. Turning, she steps into the house between her friends, walking away.

Fear creeps into his chest.

He swallows hard.

-------- Everything Peaches 12/8/22 @mo320 @ml7010 @kmc1989 @irepeldirt @joannie95 @nunu2888 @coley0823 @rileyloves5 @sexyvixen7 @duckestylez @abschaffer2 @drayshadow @shirukitsune @xoxabs88xox @carostar2020 @rosalynshields @destiel-artemis @hookslove1592 @CallSign-Vesta @royal-sunflower @iwillbeinmynest @bellamy-barnes @geeksareunique @happydeanpotter @fanfic-n-tabulous @steel-blue-eyess @mariekoukie6661 @wonderswrittings @bless-my-demons @notyourtypicalrose @lets-talk-about-xyz @loving-life-my-way @shinycupcakebaker @also-fangirlinsweden @stupendous-science @daughterofthenight117 @dandelionsmarkthegrave @physically-a-cheesecake @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @nickyl316h @jbbarnesgirl @lets-roggerthat @this-is-mycrisis @kaylaphantomhive

Series tags: @sebastians-love

[sashaisready]

Chapter Sixteen - Friends?

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 17

Series Masterlist

The next day at the bakery you opened up as normal, yawning and stretching as you laid out everything you’d already baked in the early hours. You kept an eye on the door all day, expecting another visit from your mobster stalker, but there was no sign. Maybe he’d finally listened to you this time. Maybe it was over.

But you had a feeling it wasn’t.

You went out briefly in the afternoon, asking Wanda to keep an eye on things while you dropped some cash off to pay in at the bank and picked up change for the register. You told her to call you if you know who made an appearance. It wasn’t fair for her to keep fighting your battles.

You must’ve only been gone half an hour but were stunned when on your return you could barely open the front door. As you battled your way in you understood why - the bakery was absolutely jammed full of helium balloons. In every possible colour. They were squeezed into every available space, covering the ceiling entirely as the ribbons hung down to the floor. You could barely walk through the store.

“What the…” you spluttered as you fought your way to the counter.

Wanda cried out when she realised you were back. “Oh thank God!” she exclaimed as she untangled a rogue ribbon caught around her ankle.

“They showed up literally seconds after you left. I thought maybe it was Peter again after the minions y’know? But the delivery men kept bringing them in! They kept coming!! They said I couldn’t refuse them as I’d already signed - I thought that was it but I'd only see the first batch...”

You groaned, snatching a small white envelope off the counter and tearing it open - like you didn’t already know exactly who did this.

So you like balloons? Then balloons you get.

I’m sorry for all of it but I’m not giving up

- JBB

You rolled your eyes.

“This is ridiculous” you shout.

You wade through the mess of ribbon and navigate through the balloons to lean over the counter and pull out a pair of scissors. You begin to cut open and pop each balloon you encounter, clearing a path and scooping the deflated debris into a trash bag as Wanda watches on, amused.

“Pathetic dick measuring contest” you mutter.

“What have you got yourself into…?” Wanda sniggers.

“Don’t…I cannot deal right now…”

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you know exactly who it is. In spite of yourself, a small part of you is flattered by this over the top, excessive and silly gesture. Clearly, you have his attention. But you ignore that part of you.

“Doll. Did you get your gift?” a low voice purrs through the receiver. You shudder briefly, before snapping yourself out of the effect that voice has on you.

Before you answer him you snip the edge of the balloon you’re holding, moving it to your mouth and inhaling deeply.

“What gift?” you ask, your voice comically squeaky with helium.

Bucky laughs at that and it catches you off guard. It’s a genuine, unselfconscious laugh. A giggle if anything. Worlds away from the big bad wolf everyone sees him as. You soften slightly at that giggle.

But then you remember his coldness towards you. The woman in the bakery with him. Cancelling your date.

You harden once more.

“I told you to leave me alone” you hiss down the phone at him. "How is trashing my store leaving me alone?"

But he just laughs. Not the sweet laugh you just heard, but the mocking laugh he reserves for his cruelty. You sigh. You’re exhausted from the emotional whiplash. Every time you see a glimpse, a glimmer of a Bucky you could like (maybe could even love?) it’s extinguished quickly and the mob boss Bucky is back.

It’s tiring. You have no time for it. You want consistency. Transparency. Sweetness.

You want Peter.

“Goodbye, Doll” he rasps and promptly hangs up.

You roll your eyes, resisting the urge to launch your phone across the room.

Wanda looks at you expectantly and you just wave the scissors at her dismissively. “He’s just being a dick” you shrug.

Wanda nods, but can’t help but see how flustered you are. She understands firsthand how deeply Bucky grates on you, but can’t help but think the fact he bothers you so much is significant.

“Seems weird to spend hundreds of dollars on balloons just to be a dick” she says pointedly.

You shrug again. “Well, he’s a pretty weird guy so...” you say.

Wanda nods again, grabbing a trash bag and helping you with the balloon massacre. She would never tell you of course, but wonders if there are stronger feelings on both sides than either are willing to admit.

**

Friday rolled around and you were buzzing with excitement for your date. You took the early shift so you had time to get ready, Wanda waving you off as she looked after the bakery.

The rest of the week had been mercifully uneventful, no more balloons, no more sudden SUV visits. You’d sent your feedback on the Assistant resumes to Pepper and she had started the interviews. The candidates seemed really promising and you had a great shortlist.

If Bucky was still watching you - his henchmen had been more discreet than usual.

After trying on seemingly every piece of clothing you owned, you settled on a figure hugging black dress. It showed off your curves without being too revealing. You posed in the mirror as you slipped on your black heels, feeling confident and happy in how you looked. You’d styled your hair in your favourite way and spent a decent amount of time on your make-up, painstakingly applying it - even mastering your eyeliner flicks. It was nice to dress up, normally you were covered in flour and frosting at the bakery - dressing for comfort rather than style. You’d even put on your lucky red lingerie set…just in case things went really well.

You felt a bit nauseated as you thought about the last time you’d had sex. That night with Bucky. As good as it had been (and it had been good) - his subsequent rejection of you had been too much to bear. You didn’t want to open yourself up to that again. You wanted to take things slow, get to know Peter, not let your libido lead you again.

Although he was very attractive…

You checked your phone to re-read Peter’s confirmation of your plans. You were meeting him at a nice Thai place in Manhattan. You checked the time and rushed out, hopping on the subway and making your way there. You were full of excitement, optimism and hope for what lay ahead.

*

The date was going really well. You and Peter hit it off, talking like old friends and laughing away. He worked for a shipping company with a real cast of characters, all with colourful nicknames like Drax and Rocket. He had you doubled over as he told you stories of them and their escapades, seemingly rarely able to get through a project without some sort of high jinks.

He liked a lot of pop music, but nothing before the 90s. He listened attentively to you in return, smiling warmly as you spoke and gushed about the bakery as you ate your meal.

He was open, straight talking and upfront. It was genuinely refreshing to be on a date with a man who didn’t play games or make you second guess his motives. What you saw was what you got with Peter.

He even shared a bit about his ex, Mora, who he split with earlier in the year. No drama or fireworks. Just a gentle fizzling out, wrong place wrong time for them both. He spoke about her fondly, and you felt jealous that his life was so drama-free.

As dinner rolled on, you had a sudden sad epiphany. As much as you liked Peter, and you did a lot…you weren’t sure it was in a romantic way. He was handsome, funny, sweet, great company, honest…what was wrong with you exactly??

But ‘it’…whatever it is…just wasn’t there.

You told yourself you just hadn’t given him enough of a chance yet. You swallowed your doubts down, shaking them off as you continued the conversation.

You could have a nice time with Peter. Have fun with him, dance to 70s hits in your apartment and laugh until the early hours. Never doubt how he’s feeling, know exactly where you stand at all times. No SUVs. No goons. No crime.

**

Later after too many glasses of wine, Peter accompanied you home to be sure you were safe. You laughed for the entire journey, basking in the light of his company.

As you got to your building you stopped and smiled at him as you leaned against the brick wall of the block's exterior, the warmth of the wine spreading in your belly.

He smiled back at you, his hand reaching out and cupping your cheek. He leaned over and kissed you softly, his tongue tenderly slipping into your mouth. You returned the kiss, your hands slipping up around his neck as you pressed into him.

It was nice.

Very nice.

But nice was all it was.

You felt nothing.

No fireworks. No excitement. No delight that this was happening. You could’ve been kissing anyone.

Not like Bucky. When he kissed you it was like a thousand explosions at once within you, your legs wobbling and your skin inflamed.

Maybe that was because you knew Bucky was bad for you, and you were stupid.

Regret and sadness washed over you as Peter pulled away. Just as you went to speak, you watched his face pull into a grimace.

He inhaled sharply. “Oooh” he said as his lips curled around his teeth.

“What?” you asked, your hands still locked around his neck.

“Look. Don’t take this the wrong way. You’re great and all…but…I didn’t feel anything from that” he said kindly, wincing. “Like…nothing. I’m real sorry”.

You stared at him in shock for a moment before your expression relaxed and you began to laugh.

“What?” he asked nervously.

“Me fuckin’ neither, dude” you grinned with relief. “Oh…thank fuck”.

You both laughed together as you took your hands down from his neck and he exaggeratedly mimed wiping the sweat from his brow in a gesture of relief.

“Thank God” he muttered. “I mean I had fun tonight. Really. And you’re great to hang out with. But I thought I was going to have to break your heart…”.

You swatted him playfully, shrieking with amusement.

“Get over yourself, bro” you laughed.

He smiled back at you.

“Friends?” he asked, extending his pinky.

“Friends” you agreed, hooking your little finger around his before you shook them together.

“It’s been genuinely great getting to know you, Peter”.

“Have I blown my chance to get free danishes?” he asks teasingly.

You grin. “Of course not…come by any time”.

Once again, you valued Peter’s candour. And you were always happy to have new friends.

You waved him off after some further giggles and shook your head, amused at the idea of you both uncomfortably squirming throughout dinner - both too nervous to tell the other that you weren’t feeling it.

As you stepped towards your building door your smile dropped when you saw a familiar car parked up across the street. The initial annoyance you felt at seeing it was suddenly replaced with fear as you realised they’d witnessed everything. You doubted they’d heard your mutual declaration of agreeing to be friends - but definitely would’ve seen Peter kissing you. And that would be radioed to their boss, pronto.

Nope, not on your watch.

[clintbartonswife]

i achoo you

Pairings: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson Summary: Peter is sick and Wade is smitten. Whumptober prompt #26 : working to exhaustion / 'you look awful' Notes: i love this pairing so much ill cry. (also, peter is mid 20s) masterlist   || whumptober2023

"I'm totally 100% definitely dying."

Peter stretched out on the couch, sniffling woefully. His phone was pressed against his left cheek, sticky with sweat.

"Is it that even possible?"

"Yes. Yes it is. And I've got two college essays due in this wee-ee- ACHOO"

Matt let out a laugh, "You know spiders cant actually sneeze?"

"Lucky for the-em- ACHOO"

"This is pathetic, even for you."

"Wow, thanks Red. This is the last time I ever call you for advice."

"Yet you'll call me next week over a stubbed toe no doubt."

Peter could practically hear the eye roll in his voice, frowning as shivers once again decided to wrack his body.

"I dont have any other semi-responsible friends that I can talk to, and I - I dont want to bother May -"

"Dont make me feel sorry for you, or I'll really regret sending the backup."

Peter groaned, "Oh god, who?"

"Blasphemy - and he should be arriving any time now. Foggy's just arriving at the office so I've got to go. Drink lots of water, okay?"

Matt hung up before he could answer, a knock at the door occurring seconds later.

"It's op-ehh-eehhh-ACHOO"

"Say it, don't spray it baby boy!"

Peter groaned again, louder this time, and threw his arm across his eyes. "Why you?"

"That's not a nice way to greet someone bringing you soup!"

Peter made a pathetic noise, halfway between a sniffle and a cough, moving his arm so he could sneak a peek at the merc as he made himself at home in the kitchen.

"That's a pathetic excuse for an apology, but I'm willing to accept it due to your pretty face." Wade was humming quietly to himself as he rummaged around in the cupboard, taking out a bowl with flair and transferring the soup in to it in one smooth motion.

"That wa-aa-as -" Peter paused a moment, waiting to see if the sneeze was about to escape him, continuing as the urge dissipated, "was the most elegant thing I've ever seen you do."

"I dont fuck around with my food," He replied, walking towards the couch, "Unless it's in a sexy-I'm-going-to-lick-chocolate-off-your-body-way, which I'm totally down for any time."

"Charming." Peter rolled his eyes, fighting against his tired muscles and moving into an uneasy sitting position.

"Always for you, baby b- wow. Petey pie, you look awful."

Peter let out a hoarse laugh, accepting the soup with a sarcastic smile.

"Not holding back, huh?"

Wade collapsed backwards on to the ratty futon opposite the couch, throwing his feet up on the coffee table. After wiggling in to a comfortable position, he lifted his mask to just under his nose and popped a bright pink unicorn lollipop into his mouth. "So, how did the amazing spider-man come down with the common cold? I thought you were immune to shit like that."

Peter shrugged, gulping down the soup.

Wade looked around the room for a few moments, sucking loudly on the lollipop. "How about this for a theory: you worked your pretty little butt off, on your daily patrols, part time job and now... college?"

Peter paused his eating for a moment, "Bio-chem."

"Smart and sexy, the whole package!"

"How you find me sexy right now, I have no idea."

Wade slurped extra loudly on the lollipop, looking Peter up and down. "Those hello kitty pyjama pants look good on you. Plus I can't get sick."

"Is that so?"

"Scientifically proven, baby boy. My skins so fucked up because my cells are dying and reproducing every second. Ergo, can't get sick."

"That... proven how, exactly?"

"Trial and error." At Peter's questioning look, he smirked, "There's only so many times you can regrow the majority of your body and not realise that something's funky."

"Funky is one word fo-oor-ACHOOO."

Wade jumped up from his seat, running to his bag and pulling out a disney themed box of tissues. "I came prepared!"

"Princesses? Really?"

"Yes, and look there you are!" He replied, pointing at Cinderella.

"Okay... I'm going to need an explanation."

"She's broke, you're broke. Twins!"

Peter rolled his eyes, though accepted the tissues. Wade laughed, "I guess you're just lucky that I'm here, your knight in shining armour, offering to be your sugar daddy."

"Oh god - don't phrase it like that. I've been getting by on my own just fine, tha-ahhh-ahhh-"

"Bless you."

Peter glared at him. "You jinxed me."

Wade pouted, "Want me to kiss it better?"

At this, Peter threw the tissue box, successfully hitting him in between the eyes.

"Ow!"

Peter grumbled something under his breath, placing the empty soup bowl on the table and burying himself once more into the couch.

"I take back the Cinderella comparison. You're much more like Grumpy Peg-Leg Pete."

Wade laughed at the offended noise emanating from the sofa, finishing his lollipop with a satisfied sigh and jumping up from his seat. "Well, if my assistance is no longer needed..."

"Wait."

Wade grinned, holding his hand up to his ear mockingly, "Sorry what was that? I didn't quite hear you."

Peter huffed, sticking his head fully out of his blankets, enunciating his words clearly. "Don't leave... please."

Wade's grin widened, throwing himself on to the end of the couch, grabbing Peter's feet and placing them on his lap. "I knew you needed me Petey Pie."

"How did you know," the boy replied, sarcasm strong in his tone, "I want you, I need you, oh baby, baby."

The merc's smile didn't drop, relaxing into the chair as he began massaging one of the spider's feet. "Jokes on you, your sarcasm just turns me on more."

"You're insatiable."

"For you? Yes. I'm all the big words. Unquenchable, titillated, concupiscent." He gave a look off to the side, "Thanks for the tutoring Prodigy."

"You -" Peter tried to see what he was looking at, writing it off as one of Deadpool's quirks, "whatever. You missed a word though: persistent."

"How else am I going to get you to admit your deep and passionate love for me?"

Peter rolled his eyes, though didn't offer a rebuttal, instead allowing himself to melt into the pillows as Wade's fingers methodically worked out all the tension in his feet. He let out a sigh, arm thrown over his eyes once again as he willed for the grogginess to leave.

"What's troubling you, baby boy?"

"College essay is due in three days and I still haven't started it."

"Oh?"

"'S all about chemical bonding agents and I - aaaACHOO -" He paused, using his webs to grab the tissue box from across the room and blowing his nose with a pathetic lack of energy before continuing. "I just think that if I think too long about one thing I might die."

"And you can't get an extension?"

"No."

"What about if Bea and Arthur ask?"

"You're not going to threaten my professor with your katanas."

Wade sighed dramatically, but let the issue drop. Now bored, he began to tap out the tune of Grace Kelly on Peter's legs, humming quietly under his breath.

In that moment, the weird domesticity of the scene hit the student, peaking out from under his arm to watch Wade. It felt comfortable, safe in a way that he hadn't felt since developing his powers. He felt cared for. Loved.

Eyes flaring slightly, he pushed that thought away.

"Thank you, 'Pool."

"Hm?"

"Thank you. For coming to look after me."

"Anything to spend time with you and your tight little ass, Petey!"

He snorted, rolling his eyes fondly at the intentional lewdness, gently kicking his chest with his foot. "I mean it."

Wade pressed both hands to his cheeks, shoulders raising as he let out a squeal. "Oh em gee, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"This is what I get for trying to be serious -"

To Peter's surprise, Wade paused for a moment. When he next spoke, it was with a certain genuineness that he rarely heard from the merc. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. There's nothing to thank."

Breath caught in his chest, Peter allowed himself to sit up, looking at Wade with new eyes. Without even realising it, his hands had moved to lie on the edges of the mask, waiting for an answer.

"Webs -"

He could feel Wade's breath brush along his palms, finally removing the mask as the merc let out a hesitant nod.

Wade's eyes were blue, deep and endlessly curious.

Mask laid to the side, Peter's eyes rushed to drink in every detail of the man's face, fingers moving across the textured surface with barely restrained admiration.

"I think you're my favourite person."

The confession escaped him, surprising even him with the certainty behind the words.

Wade's eyes sparkle when they smile.

"You're going to make me blush, baby boy."

His eyes flickered to his lips.

"Did you mean what you said... about not caring that I'm sick?"

Wade's eyes widened, wordlessly nodding.

"Good."

Their lips clashed together with unbridled passion, Peter pushing away any doubt he held on to and clinging on to Wade's deceptively strong arms for balance.

The merc met him eagerly, gleeful as he buried his hands into the boy's hair, gripping just hard enough to send a shiver down Peter's spine. At his reaction, Wade smiled, nipping at his lower lip in order to pull another delicious response from him.

The spider had to pull away first, cheeks blazing and chest heaving.

Wade moved one hand down from his hair to cup his cheek, thumb caressing the smooth skin as his eyes searched for any sign of regret. "Webs..."

"I think - I think I lo-oo-ACHOO." He quickly turned away, sneezing into his shoulder.

Wade roared with laughter, offering a tissue as Peter's blush deepened.

"I achoo you too."

[sciderman]

thinking about Peter Parker falling in love with Wade and also falling in love with Johnny. maybe not falling in love with Nathan Summers but loving how much he and Wade love each other. Peter also falling in love with MJ and Felicia and Betty Brant and every person he has ever met and talked to. thinking bout the good time line where they're all in a polycule

that boy can fit so much love in him!!

funny, though - i don't think 9319 peter was in love with betty, exactly. not in the same way he was in love with gwen and johnny and wade and MJ and – i think what peter and betty had was a little bit different. i think they were kind of platonic. i mean - peter says it himself, he didn't know "love" until gwen.

i do think what peter and betty had was more akin to peter kind of wanting to prove he was a man. he got bit by a spider, and suddenly he felt like he was cool and could talk to girls. an older girl.

i think him dating betty was more of a wanting to prove himself and look cool instead of a genuine romantic interest - and while they were dating, peter was kind of so wrapped up in himself and his own insecurities to really get to know betty.

i think betty definitely liked peter, though. enough to remember all about his three freckles.

[x]

(see, betty pays attention. peter doesn't.)

i think now they're good friends, and know each other a lot better - and peter knows betty well enough to love her back, finally.

i kind of really adore peter and betty's dynamic. peter's still so embarrassed over how he was with her - how betty knows him from the most embarrassing era of his life - but they're still these kind of awkward friends who interact practically every day in a professional work environment but still have this playful flirtatiousness between them, because they have that awkward bit of history together. i love them. i love them. they're such an underrated pair.

[littlespacereader]

Haiii, I hope this request iss Oki:

I'm a trans male little who sometimes still has to deal with periods.. they make me feel very dysphoric and sad, often causing me to regress..

Could you write a fic with that theme?

I'm not set on one specific fandom, here are some options I'd love to see & you can choose wich one you want to go with!!

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[The little one would be a trans guy in every scenario.]

Stranger Things:

Steve and Eddie, both are flips in my hc, so it could be each way around.

Cg Argyle & little Jonathan Byers

Cg Nancy Wheeler & little Steve Harrington

Marvel:

Cg Wade Wilson & little Peter Parker

Cg Gwen Stacy & little Miles Morales

Criminal Minds:

Cg Jennifer Jareau & little Spencer Reid (other cg options: Penelope or Derek)

Teen Wolf:

Cg Noah Stilinski & little Stiles Stilinski (other cg options: Melissa or Scott)

Cg Boyd & little Isaac Lahey

Supernatural:

Cg Dean Winchester & little Sam Winchester

American Horror Story coven:

Cg Violet Harmon & little Kyle Spencer

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So, yeah.. any of those would be cool hehe

Thank you for reading!!

My first ever request!! Thank you so much!! I was so excited and intrigued by your idea! First off I would like to state that I am not trans myself but I am a HUGE Ally to anyone in the LGBTQ+ community! Know that you’re safe with me and I got your back💞 I absolutely loved the list of fandoms and pairings to chose from. I decided to go with Caregiver! JJ and make the Reader the Little with Spencer as an older brother Little. That being said if I don’t do this story justice I apologize from the bottom of my heart! I hope you enjoy this @dino-boyo-agere ! Thank you again for the request!!

Forever Mommy’s Little Boy

Caregiver! JJ & Trans Male Little! Reader with Big Brother Little! Spencer Reid

Tags: mentions of period, pull-ups, hurt and comfort. (Completely SFW)

Relationships: Caregiver! JJ, Uncle Derek Morgan, Big brother little! Spencer Reid, Aunt Penelope Garcia, & Trans male little! Reader.

Nicknames: baby, sweatheart, baby boy, kiddo

Breathe! Just breathe! It’s only about 10 minutes more and we’ll be going home. I can wait that long.

I sat at my desk and was waiting patiently for JJ or Morgan or literally any Caregiver in this office to announce we would be heading home. They would’ve been wrapping up everything by now…what’s taking so long?

The case, like every case before it, was long and exhausting. All I want to do is collapse into JJ’s arms and just be babied for the rest of the night but we were still stuck at work!

Regression played the devil on my shoulder, teasing and taunting me to regress at work. But I couldn’t, not yet. I had to remain big till we got to the car, then I could regress and finally relax for the weekend.

I checked again to see if any Caregivers had finished their files. Morgan sat at the desk across from me and he was still leaned down working, same went for JJ who I wanted more than anyone to finish her paperwork. The rest of the team looked the same, all expect Spencer who, like myself, finished his work early.

Spencer regresses as well. He acts as my older brother, watching out for me and creating all the creative pretend games. I’m so lucky to have him!

With a glance towards him I could see he was struggling to keep from regressing as well. At least I wasn’t alone.

Then suddenly I felt off, like weirdly off. It was a weird feeling I haven’t felt in- oh God no. I must be wrong. I have to be wrong. I quickly stood up from my desk and rushed off to the restroom. I walked in and quickly closed the stall door behind me before checking to see.

Sure enough my period arrived earlier and heavier than expected. And since I was unprepared my pants and underwear are stained noticeably. I tried my hardest to push back tears threatening to spill.

This is dead to me. This…this period, it’s just a nagging reminder of a life that didn’t feel whole. A life that wasn’t really mine, not like now. But this was just a hurtful reminder, one I definitely didn’t need right now.

This combined with my struggle to not regress was not a great combo. With a last ditch effort I cleaned myself up as best as I could before walking out and looking in the mirror. But sad and terrible thoughts plagued my mind.

Tears started to run down my face. There was no holding back my regression now. Immediately I started to just regress, feeling smaller and smaller every minute. I just wanted JJ. I wanted her to hold me and tell me it’s all okay. Tell me I’m her sweet little boy and not-

“Y/n?” Spencer asked before entering the large bathroom. He immediately froze upon seeing me.

“Hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” I must’ve caused a domino effect because I could see Spencer regressing along with me.

“Nothing, I’m fine Spence.” I tried to say, wiping away my tears as fast as possible. But Spencer wasn’t buying it. He also didn’t seem to notice the issue which I was grateful for.

“I know something’s wrong. Let me help! I want to make sure you’re okay…please.” He put a hand in my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.

“I’m fine I just-…. P-Please…get mommy.” I said, barley a whisper. Tears starts to flow again, running down my face as I started to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’ll go get her.” Spencer right away said. As much as he didn’t want to leave, he knew there was only one person who could fix whatever was happening.

~~~

JJ sat at her desk finishing up the last details on her case file. Even though they were still at work her careful Caregiver eyes spotted Y/n leaving the bullpen, and then Spencer right after.

A sinking feeling fell upon her that something was wrong, call it a Caregiver’s Spidey sense. She wishes for once she was wrong. Spencer came rushing over to her, worried and sad.

“M-…JJ, something’s wrong with Y/n.” He tried to explain sounding like his normal adult self. But his regression was in full swing and JJ could easily see it.

“What’s going on? Where is he sweetheart?” Now she was worried. A thousand questions played in her mind.

“The bathroom. I walked in to see if he was okay and I found him crying by the sink. I tried to help but he only asked for you.” Spencer explained.

JJ stood up from her desk and placed a comforting hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Thank you for looking out for your little brother and making sure he’s okay. I’m going to take care of this, and while I’m gone I want you to go to Aunt Penelope’s office and keep her company. Okay?”

Spencer nodded. “Okay…but just-.” He stopped for a moment, looking up at JJ with tears in his eyes. “Just make sure he’s okay. I’m worried about him.”

She smiled and kissed the top of his head. “I know you are sweetheart. I promise I’ll make sure Y/N’s okay.”

With that small reassurance Spencer nodded and left heading towards Garcia’s office. With Spencer taken care of JJ turned her attention to the bathroom.

When she arrived she could hear Y/n soft cries and sniffing. She knocked on the door, “Y/N? It’s me baby, it’s Mommy. Can I come in?”

Even though it was a public bathroom filled with different stalls and sinks, she wanted permission to enter his space instead of barging in.

If she wasn’t listening as closely she could’ve missed the soft “You can come in.”

JJ immediately walked in and closed the main bathroom door behind her, locking it. If someone needed the bathroom they could go to the one a floor down. For right now they needed this space, just the two of them.

Once JJ and Y/N made eye contact, it was as if the world paused so the two of them could have a moment alone together.

Her heart shattered seeing Y/N so broken and upset. She instantly made her way over to her boy and wrapped him into a tight comforting hug.

“My baby boy, what’s wrong sweetheart? What’s happened?” She asked but didn’t get much in the way of a response.

Y/N just cried into JJ shoulder, finally getting the comfort he’s wanted after this long case.

JJ decided to help Y/N along with figuring out why he was so upset. She rubbed his back with one hand and played with his hair in the other. She could tell he wasn’t in the mode to talk and that was okay. Yes and no questions it was then.

“Did someone hurt you?” She asked. He shook his head against her.

“Did someone say something to you?” Another no from him.

Thank God those were two no’s. Because if they weren’t, she would’ve killed someone.

“Sweetheart,” She said pulling them apart and looking into his teary eyes. “I want to help you as best I can right now. But I can only do it when I know what’s going on. You don’t have to talk if you don’t feel like it right now. But you have to give me an idea what’s going on.” She explained.

Y/N nodded wearily. He turned around and pointed to his pants which now sadly had a small red blood stain on the back.

Immediately it all clicked into place for JJ. “Oh sweetheart I’m so sorry this happened. You’re okay baby boy, you’re okay.” She pulled him back up against her, holding him in a tight hug once more.

“Baby boy?” He broke apart and looked at JJ.

Her heart shattered at the question. She caressed his face and placed a kiss to the crown of his head, “You will always be my baby boy. This will not change that. It never has and it never will.”

More tears started to run down Y/N’s face hearing those words. JJ almost fell backwards by the force of the next hug he gave her.

“It’s okay baby. You’re okay. Mommy’s going to make it all better.” JJ said, rubbing his back to comfort him so more.

When the tears dried and his breath started to slow to a normal rate, JJ broke apart from her boy and wiped the last of the tears away.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, I’m going to get you set up in the stall over here. Then I’m going to grab your bag and get you changed into something clean and comfortable. After that we’re going to get your brother and head home. Sound good?” She asked only to get a nod and a small smile from Y/N.

“Okay let’s get you set up then.” Taking his hand in hers, she led him over the the big stall in the bathroom. Inside was your standard public bathroom only this time with a changing table made especially for Littles.

“There,” she smiled. “Now, I’m going to grab your bag from my office. Keep the door locked okay?” That got another small nod from Y/N. With a small kiss to his head she left the stall, hearing a small click of the lock on the way out.

~~~

After JJ left the bathroom I felt uncomfortable again. She just made everything so safe and comfortable. Now without her here everything felt overwhelming, scary again.

But she wouldn’t be long. She just went to grab my bag and then we would go home. I couldn’t wait to be home again, laying on the couch with my favorite stuffie on one side and JJ on the other.

But my beautiful daydream was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the bathroom. Despite my stall door being closed, I backed myself far away from the door, my back hitting the wall.

This was a restroom, it would be ignorant of me to think no one else would use it. But I want to just be alone with JJ. Now with strangers walking into the space I felt more exposed and scared.

But the person who walked in stayed by the sinks. They didn’t walk into a stall or wash their hands. Before I had a moment to really question it further, the man spoke up.

“Hey kiddo it’s just Uncle Derek. Your mom just sent me in here to stop anyone from coming in. You doing alright in there?”

A wave of relief washed over me. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and wiped a few stray tears.

“M’ doing okay.” I managed to say.

“That’s good to hear. You just let me know if you need anything okay?”

I nodded my head. But then I realized he couldn’t see it so I added a quick: “okay.”

Uncle Derek was a life saver! Not once but twice people tried to enter the bathroom but he redirected them away. I’m couldn’t have been more happy to have him there to protect me.

After what felt like years but was only really 15 minutes JJ returned and relieved Morgan of his guard duties. He knocked on the door before leaving.

“See you when you get out kiddo.” He added before leaving the bathroom to JJ and I once more.

I heard the main door to the bathroom lock before JJ knocked on the stall door. I quickly ran over and opened it to her only to see my favorite stuffie in her arms!

“I’m sorry I took so long. I thought your bag was in my office but it turns out it was in my car. But guess who was also in there waiting for you?”

I immediately grabbed the stuffie and brought him close. Between him and JJ being back, everything started to feel calm again.

“Alright baby boy, let’s get you all sorted out.”

JJ opened the changing table, quickly cleaned and placed a cover on. Then she went over to me and helped me and my stuffie up onto it.

With that she started to get to work, taking my shoes off, then my pants and underwear. Then she helped clean up and before I knew it she was sliding a fresh pull-up on me followed by my emergency set of pants.

“There you go,” she said rubbing my belly. “All fresh and clean.”

Suddenly a sad thought came across my head. “Mommy, I can’t wear a pull-up.”

“Why not? You’re too young not to wear one.” She pointed out, making me feeling smaller.

“No, it’s just that…it’s going to have blood on it.”

JJ sighed. She sat me up and held my hand in mine. “I want you to listen to me for a second Y/N. I don’t mind taking care of you whether you’re on or off your period. That changes nothing about the fact you’re my little boy. Do you understand? I still love you the same and I will never see you different. You are and will forever be my baby boy.”

More tears found their way to my eye as she pulled me into a hug once more. I felt so much better now that I was changed, but even more so now that I felt accepted. No matter what anyone said or what my body said, I’m her little boy. Forever.

“Now,” she said breaking apart. “We gotta go catch up with your brother. He’s very worried about you. I’d say he’s so worried he might let you chose the movie we watch tonight.” JJ winked.

“Really?!” I said shocked. Tonight was his movie night choice. But he was gonna let me chose?!

“Really! And if we’re really lucky we might be able to convince Uncle Derek and Aunt Penelope to stay and watch it with us.” JJ added as she helped me down.

Hand in hand the two of us walked out of that bathroom. Once out we went to Aunt Penelope’s office and met up with Spencer again.

He stood up and ran over to me “Y/n! Are you okay? I’ve been so worried!” He wrapped me in a tight hug.

I smiled against his shoulder, “I’m okay Spence.”

“While you were gone I thought of the coolest game we can play when we get home!” Spencer added excitedly once we broke apart.

“I can’t wait!” I smiled back.

“Come on boys, it’s time to go home.” JJ said after talking to Garcia.

Spencer took one hand and JJ took the other as we left the BAU. My little family always knew how to make me feel appreciated and accepted. Caregiver and Little boy. Forever and always.

[fandomxo00]

House Of Gold - Part 4 - Make You Mine

pairings: Logan Howlett!Human!AU x Audra Everly!OC

warnings: flirting, kiddos and some angst, drinking, Wade fucking Wilson is his own disclaimer, and finally smut, p in v and oral

word count: 3.5k

The two of you went back and forth on the way to his house, it was away from the city about 45 minutes away. You didn't know how he managed but he chipped away at your hard exterior. His easy ability to make you trust him was a danger power that he had over you. He didn't have a piece of your heart, but he was certainly trying. 

When you arrived at his house, there were cars lining the driveway and you were surprised at what you saw, your eyes immediately scanning the house and staring at the small details. "I will admit I don't do the landscaping, but I did design it."

"It's beautiful." You beamed, smiling over at him before he turned off the car, before he turned his body towards you, the familiar soft look in his green eyes. You leant in closer as a smile twitched on Logan's face then he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear. There wasn't a huge height difference, but you had to look up into his eyes, as he cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin. 

"You're beautiful." He murmured, before leaning in to softly place your lips on his and as you kissed him back there was a knock on the window. Logan's eyebrows furrow as he turns towards the figure to see a lanky man with brown hair standing on the other side with a shit eating grin. "What do you want?"

"Who's this?" He asked, pointing to you as Logan opened the door, letting it swing into his friend, before turning back to you. 

"That's Wade."

"So she's heard about me but-."

"Shut up." Logan replied, as Wade ducked down to see your face. 

"I'm just joking he told me all about what happened in the bathroom, every frisky detail."

"That's good to know." You retorted as you pulled your seatbelt off and opened your door. Wade and Logan met you on your side of the car before Wade properly introduced himself.

"I'm Wade, Logan's best friend and my hall pass." He joked. 

"Alright, get inside." Logan grunted, nodding towards the door before glancing over at you with a tightlipped smile. "Sorry he never shuts up."

"He's funny." You smiled, as Logan opened the door for you, and you walked inside. The house was quiet, but you could see the backyard from the front door, living room and kitchen on their respective sides. 

The two of you went to the backyard and as Logan opened the door, everyone cheered for the host. His friends started to come up to him as you slipped away to the cooler to grab a wine cooler. "Long time no see." Eva teased as she came over to you, rolling your eyes as you shut the cooler before standing straight. 

"Don't start with me." You warned with a teasing look on your face before you tried to screw off the cap but it wasn't a twist. "Do you-."

"Here." Logan interrupted, reaching for the drink, letting it slip from your hand before unscrewing it with his bottle opener. Then he handed it back to you with a soft smile before turning to Eva.

"How are you, Eva?"

"I'm doing fine, how about you Logan?"

"I'm great."

"Save me the awkward small talk." You refuted, before walking away from the two. You walked over to a picnic table with a bowl of watermelon sitting in the middle of the table. That's when a woman with black hair slid into the spot across from you and reached for some watermelon. There were two girls, one with curly dark brown hair and another with straight black hair sat next to her on the right and a boy maybe five sat down on her left. You shot your eyes back at the girl as you realized she looked familiar, was she one of the kids that came to your shop? Oh this is sunglasses girl. 

"Hey, I'm Vanessa, I know you've met Wade, I'm his wife." She introduced with a soft smile, before putting the palm of hand on the girl's head. "This is Ellie and Peter, there Wade and I's kids and this Logan's daughter, Laura." You turned your head to the girl black hair, as she stared over at you, a knowing look in her eyes, she regonized you too.

"I know Laura actually." You hummed, smiling over at Vanessa. "She comes into my grandma's shop, Rose Mary's."

"She doesn't steal anything right?" A voice said, as your attention was once again drawn to Logan as he stood next to his daughter. 

"I pay for my books." Laura scoffed before pushing off the table and grabbing her sunglasses from her pocket before slinking off, Ellie followed behind her. Logan stared after Laura, there was a mix of guilt and confusion on his face, his mouth opens a little. 

That's when Wade makes his entrance, slipping right into Laura and Ellie's spot and wrapping an arm around Vanessa. He started prattling on, Logan pretending to sip his drink as he stared off into space or looked around for his daughter. Eva and Justin eventually joined the group, they slipped in on your side.

"Does Audra bite?" Wade questioned, looking up at his friend that was still standing over his shoulder. 

"What?" Logan replied, his eyes going to Wade with a look of anger crossing his features before he glanced over at you to see you looking up at him before glancing over to the spot next to you. 

"Off in his own little world, wonder what he's thinking about." Wade egged on, winking over at you as Logan moved over to sit next to you, the new smell that you associate with Logan stewing right next to you. He had even moved in a little closer so his shoulder would lightly bump yours if he moved. The conversation went on for a while before Logan stated he needed to start making burgers and hot dogs, Justin following him inside to help him. Wade mentioned something about finding the girls and Peter went along with him. Leaving you, Eva and Vanessa sitting at the table, the two of them chatting up, you went to go get another wine cooler before going in and out of their conversation. 

It was hard for you to stay present at times, your mind going blank as you stared off into space, your brain no longer processing the words said to you. Eva was familiar with this and knew it was just another part of you. When you were young, you were diagnosed with Asperger's but as time went on it was renamed to Autism level 1. Which didn't mean that you were less autistic than others, but that you were high functioning. You knew it was a part of the reason why you shut down, unaware of what to do in new situations, when your mind is set on a plan and it changes without your consent, all of the things that came with life but that even as you learned new skills from therapy. It wasn't something that you could really fix about yourself, you didn't need to be fixed, you just needed to be accepted. Being accepted is one of the hardest things to do when everyone tells you don't belong, you aren't normal enough to fit in with one crowd and your not 'autistic' enough to be disabled (from other's perspective). This lead you to stop telling others after high school, you didn't want people to treat you differently, though it was apparent that a lot of people still didn't understand you. You didn't tell many people about your diagnosis, by all other standards you were a normal child, though your mother would state you had behavior issues and had a problem with eating too much. 

But as you grew up you realized those things weren't your fault, but your moms, she never took the time to accommodate any part of her life for others. She didn't make you food most of the time and when she did, she enabled you, from a young age you struggled with listening to your body, you wouldn't know your pain until later in the day after an accident happened. Sometimes you could understand when you were full, growing up this especially harder because you were in a constant state of masking who you are. With you, when you start not listening to one thing, you start not listening to everything, so if you are trying to ignore emotions to please your mother, then you aren't listening to when your full from dinner. Your mind and body connection was very strong, it was very easy for you to spiral in the other if your mental or physical body was hurt or in distress. 

It eventually got easier to listen to your body, when you no longer had to mask for days at a time, you got to know yourself, you got to know your triggers. Then you worked on how to manage when you were triggered and for you it's all about what you want over what your mind tells you. If you can focus on the end goal, then it's a lot easier to get there, if you start dwelling on every field marker than you might get ran over by other players. 

"You and Logan are alike." Vanessa stated, as she caught your attention. 

"What?"

"You both space off for long periods of time." She joked, as Eva snickered, you glanced over at your best friend with a questioning look. 

"She's right." Eva shrugged. 

"I barely know the guy." 

"That's why it took you two hours to get here?" Eva asked.

"You literally set it up so Logan would pick me up, Eva, I'm not stupid."

"Do you like him?" Vanessa probed, a curious look on her face. 

"The problem isn't about liking him, it's about my intimacy issues." You blurted, thanking your mind for having no filter. 

"And Logan doesn't?" Wade perked, walking back with the girls and Peter. Vanessa laughed as her eyes shined while looking over at her husband. "But you like him?"

"Why does this feel like high school, right now?"

"Are you dating my dad?" Laura grumbled; her arms crossed over her chest. That's when Logan and Justin came out and the two continued to talk as everyone went silent. When we didn't reply to Laura, she repeated herself, but turning around to face her dad to ask if he was dating you. She didn't talk all the time but when did speak she adamant and loud. You felt your cheeks flush red as you looked down at your hands. 

"Honey, no."

"Don't lie to me." 

"We were just messing around, Laur." Wade promised, as she rolled her eyes at her best friend's father. 

"She gives me free books." Laura added. 

"That's nice?" 

"Hey, we should do s'mores tonight." Ellie suggested. 

"That's a good idea, Ellie-bear, let's go check if Uncle Logan has any in his pantry." Wade ushered; his voice dipped in sarcasm as he led his daughter inside. 

Curiosity got the best of Laura and Peter, they followed him inside, if you were them, you'd ask for some chocolate under the table. You realized that you really haven't interacted with Logan much and you couldn't just ask him to get you accountable in this, you had to try and push yourself. So with that, you stood up from the picnic table, walking over to throw away your bottle before grabbing another from the cooler and going over to Logan, who had finished placing all the meat on the grill with a spatula. Logan smiled over at you as you walked over and you put a hand on his shoulder. 

"Well, everyone knows." You murmured. 

"I guess so." Logan replied, his eyes on yours to see your reaction as you shrugged. 

"I mean it's not the worst thing to be associated with you." You joked, your hand moving down his bicep before dropping to your side. His eyes looking over at your hand before shooting to your eyes. 

"How many wine coolers have you had?"

"This is my third." You affirmed, putting a hand on your waist. "You know, you make some serious eye contact." You giggled, as the crinkles by his eyes wrinkled while he smiled over at you. 

"It's not my fault your eyes are that way."

"What way?" You laughed, as he shook his head as a smile spread over his face, his adam's apple bobbing as he glances over at you with his smile lines lightly indented as he gives you a hazy look. 

"All y/e/c and you always have this glimmer..." He trailed, his fingers coming up to gesture at his eyes.  You lick your lips as you look over at him, your silence spoke volumes as the two of you look away from each other and still have small smiles stuck on your faces. 

Then Logan's hand moved forward as his attention went back to the grill as he pressed down on the burgers, his arm flexing slightly. But mostly just drawing all of your attention to his strong arms and long fingers, you then started thinking about where those fingers have been. You felt a familiar flush on your chest as you brought your wine cooler up to your mouth to sip. When he sets down the spatula, his hand flexes, before he reaches for his scotch. "Why scotch?" You pressed. 

"My dad drank whisky, I guess something to-I don't know." Logan trailed, you noticed the difference from when the two of you were alone, he was more hesitant to talk as openly as he did with you in private. 

"To feel close to him." 

"Yeah." He sighed. 

Logan glanced over at you; he didn't have much emotion on his face as his hand reached out to skim your fingers. Then he glanced over at Wade and nodded at him to come over. Wade leaned into Vanessa, whispering something to her before walking over to the grill. "Can you watch the grill for a second?"

"Yeah, a second? That's pretty quick, even for y-." Wade started as Logan's hand came up to slap his friend in the back of the head before he reached out for your hand. 

"Where are we going? You know you have a weird thing for dragging me away from public places-."

"Yeah, I know." Logan murmured, as he pulled your hand, moving you away from view of the windows, his other hand coming to your waist to pull you into him as he placed his lips on yours in a frenzied kiss. Your hands go to his hair, pulling his head closer to yours as you smashed your lips against his, teeth and noses clashing, but you didn't care if you couldn't breathe because this man so easily consumed you. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you sucked his tongue before moving back to breath. As you tried to catch your breath, his head ducked down as his lips connected with your jaw, leaving feather light kisses along your skin. 

"I thought you didn't want to rush this." You breathed out. 

"You taste good." He grunted against your skin, "Everywhere." His nose rubbed against your jaw as he paused, taking a shaky breath.

"Don't stop." You pleaded, moving your face to level with his before leaning in to kiss him. You moved one of your hands to the one he had wrapped around your waist and started moving it lower on your back. He continued to slide down your back before cupping your ass in his hands and pulling you into his chest as he continued to leave soft kisses on your lips. You wanted to soak this in, knowing that later in the night you were going to crave this, crave this crush that you have him, and as you look at his lips all you wanted to do was bite his bottom lip. The closer he got the harder it was for you to resist. You wanted to feel the rush, you wanted to turn on Logan. Maybe this was all your tipsy thoughts, but you were sure sober you would crave him just as much as you did earlier. 

Then he crouched down, his hands going around your thighs and lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his waist, as your forearms rest on his shoulders while you kiss him. Logan started towards a door at the end of the hallway. "I want to feel you." He groaned against your lips as you hummed against him, one of his hands coming to your ass you ground your hips against his. Logan set you down on the bed and you were quick as your hands went to your skirt and panties, pulling them down your legs as you watched Logan undoing his jeans and tugging them down his thighs. You flung off your shirt, leaving you in a black completely lace bra that clung to your breasts. Logan groaned as he moved down to lay kisses on your chest before peppering them on your breasts. 

"We don't have time, Logan please." You begged, your hands coming to his shoulders before your hands down to his back and feeling his back muscles against your skin as he pushed your knees apart and threw a condom over his dick. Your hands pushing up his shirt, before grabbing on to him as he filled you, making you moan aloud. He didn't waste time as he started pumping in and out of you, his hand coming down to cup your sex and rub at your clit. Your head shot back at the pressure. "Logan." Dripped from your mouth like a prayer, as he knew the right place to reach inside of you to make your legs begin to shake. He didn't even have to try to get you off, what would happen if the two had actual time to have sex rather than the hot quickies? Your hands continue to move up his torso, feeling him all around as he fucked you. 

Logan's arms moved out to the side of your head, his hips pounding against yours, your eyes actually rolling back as your arm shoots back to grip at the comforter below. Your hand came down to continue the ministrations on your clit, "Yes baby." Logan growled, his voice dark and he ground his hips into you as he bottomed out, before slowly pulling out and bottoming out, making choke out moans pour of your mouth. "I can feel you, Audra, you're so fucking tight." 

The deep timber of his voice and the way his lips started to suck at your neck, your orgasm shot through you like a freight train, the sounds you made were uncontrollable. Logan was quick to pull out of you, before standing up and throwing off the condom. His hand started jerking his cock as he stared down at you. You sat up before moving forward on your knees and reaching out for his cock. Your hand started to move up and down his shaft before you leant forward to spit on the tip of his red angry cock. Then you opened your mouth, letting his cock slide, moving your head back and forth on his dick. You resisted the urge to gag as loosen your jaw and breath through your nose. Your eyes watery, a tear of pleasure dripping down your face as you pulled him in deeply and swallowed around him. The groan that fell out of his mouth, made your knees weak as his mouth drops open. Then his eyes squeeze shut while his eyebrows dipped down to show the pleasure written all over his face as he came in your mouth. "Fuck." He breathed, as you pulled off of him and started to catch your breath. 

He met your lips in a soft kiss, your lips softly smacking together as he moves his head to the side. Logan pulled back to look down at your eyes before looking over at his alarm clock. "We gotta get out there." He murmured, moving over to kiss your forehead before leaning down to pull up his jeans and grabbing your skirt. You reached for your clothing and slipping your legs inside as you stood up and shimmed the skirt up over your belly. Your hands going up to your breasts to fix them as they spilled out and the straps were twisted from the friction against the bed. Logan gruffed at the way your hands cupped your breasts for a second, subconsciously checking them, before you reached down for your shirt. He adjusted his clothing before turning to fix his hair in the mirror, you walked over to him to run your fingers through your hair and fix the knots. When you looked over at Logan he was already looking at you, you turned towards him, your hand reaching out for his chest as you lightly kissed his lips again. 

The two of you made your way back outside, you were glad that you were only gone maybe 15-20 minutes, the two of you knew what you wanted and what you needed to do to get there. The group of you gather together for supper, enjoying burgers, hotdogs, chips and various fruit plates. Conversation flowing naturally amongst the group, as you sat next to Logan and Laura. 

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Little Soldier Boy(s)

by K_nucklez Adoptive father and son duo, Wade and Peter, find themselves in the DC universe. This can only mean trouble and drama for everyone, like they don't already get enough of that. Except Peter is quadrupled orphaned, ex-Hydra, and has some serious baggage. Wade is insane, but loves his son and honestly believes this new universe will do them good. But chaos follows the pair like crazy and when the Batfam sees a mini-Dick walking around with a dangerous, scarred man, they become very concerned. OR I also like Peter in Gotham, wanted to join the bandwagon but throw my own twist to things. Decided to add more trauma and hurt, but don't worry there will be plenty of nice fluffy moments. I love fics where Wade shows up, and figured I'd throw him in from the get-go. The Batfam is dysfunctional, but they do love eachother :) Sorry for the characters probably being ooc :D Words: 2448, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Duke Thomas, Tony Stark, Dick Grayson, mentioned Skip Westcott - Character, Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Batfamily Members (DCU), Mentioned Boxes, The Boxes (Deadpool), team red (marvel) - Character Relationships: Peter Parker & Wade Wilson, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Damian Wayne, Peter Parker & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Peter Parker, Jason Todd & Wade Wilson, Dick Grayson & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, Dimension Travel, Angst and Feels, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Kid Peter Parker, Hydra Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Wade Wilson Breaking the Fourth Wall, BAMF Wade Wilson, Bottom Peter Parker/Top Wade Wilson, Peter Parker has PTSD, Wade Wilson has PTSD, Hydra Experiments (Marvel), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Human Experimentation, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Found Family, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Protective Jason Todd, Protective Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson and Richard Parker (Marvel) are the Same Person, Jason Todd and Uncle Ben (Marvel) are the Same Person, no beta we die like all of peter's parental figures, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/QyL3Bpz

[marvelslittlewhore]

Special Treat

SUMMARY | You accidentally ate hash brownies without knowing it.

PAIRING | Loki x high!reader

WARNINGS | drug use, implied smut, reader being high and energetic, fluff (this is written in my experience!)

NOTE | When I ate those 'special brownies' once I somehow got so much energy and was talking non-stop 😭 but it was a funny feeling

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You were rummaging through the cabinets in the kitchen for a snack to eat during one of the movies that Peter recommended to you.

You sighed when you couldn't find anything that you were hungry for until you noticed the white carton on the counter.

There was only the name 'Bucky' on it and when you opened it you smiled, seeing several delicious brownies.

"Hey, Nat! Do you think Bucky would mind me eating one of his brownies?" You shouted, knowing the redhead was sitting in the room next to the kitchen right now.

"Why are you asking me? He's your best friend" she yelled back and you chuckled.

"Right." you grabbed two of the brownies and headed back to your room not knowing what was about to come.

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"Brother, are you ready to go back to Midgard?" Thor asked Loki who had been waiting for this moment the whole time.

They had to go to Asgard for prince duties and Loki had missed laying in bed with you, and kissing every part of your beautiful body.

His goddess.

"Yes, I'm ready to go back home. I only accompanied you because of mother" Loki said and walked past his brother to the Bifrost.

Arriving back at the tower Loki ignored everyone that wanted to greet him and made his way to your room.

He opened the door and stumbled back a little when you jumped in his arms.

"You're back! Hi! How was it on Asgard? Did you give your mother the present I got for her?" you rambled everything you could think of while kissing over his face.

"Darling, are you alright? You're so..." You let him set you down and ran back to sit on the ground at the end of your bed, continuing the puzzle you had started. "Energetic"

"I'm fine! Oh, now that you're here how about we go shopping? Or go to a restaurant? Or have sex!"

Loki had to pause a second to register what you just said, it's not like he would be against the last option, but you're behaving differently and he wants to know why.

"My love" he crouched down in front of you, lifting your chin with his finger. "Have you been drinking?"

"God no, alcohol is no friend of mine. I only drank some water and ate two of Bucky's amazing brownies! You should taste it, there's some left on the plate on the desk" you pointed in that direction and Loki walked over to examine it.

He took the bit you didn't finish and sniffed on it, knowing instantly there was something inside that could explain your behavior.

"Barnes gave them to you?" he asked while handing you a bottle of water to clear your system.

"Not really, I just took 'em. I'm sure he doesn't mind," you said after gulping down the water and squealed when Loki picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, marching to the common area.

Everyone's head turned to you both when Loki carried a giggling you inside and let you fall on the couch.

"Barnes, what was in those brownies?" Loki asked the soldier, clearly angered.

"Oh damn, did she eat one of them? This Wade guy gave them to me as a joke because of my nightmares. I must have forgotten to hide them" Bucky explained.

"Thor!" you shouted and hugged him tight when he entered the room eating one of his Pop-tarts.

"Lady Y/n! I've missed you, my friend" he smiled and pat your head.

"Wait. So, you're telling me that Y/n is high right now?" Tony asked and started to laugh.

"Can I have another brownie? Pleeeeease" you whined and walked back over to Loki, wrapping your arms around his neck with your feet dangling in the air.

"No." he leans in to whisper something in your ear.

Without another word you dashed back to your room, leaving the others confused. Loki just gave one last glare at Bucky and followed after you.

Back in the bedroom you already got undressed but left the new lace set on you bought a few days ago and waited for Loki patiently.

He didn't say a word while coming in and stood in front of you a second later, his lips so close yet so far away from your own.

"You had been a very bad girl, pet," he said and you pout a little. "Kneel."

Nothing else had to be said and you were on your knees. Oh, it was a good decision to eat those brownies.

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Wicked Intentions 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

It’s a full house, bustling along, a wedding well underway.

“Red.” I hold up a bridesmaid’s dress, in black from the rack my mother pushed me towards.

“Black?” Red lifts a brow at me.

“It’ll be slimming for Gwen.” I grin at her.

Gwen shoves dresses to one side, glaring at me. Wanda and I laugh.

“Fuck you, bitches.”

“We love you.” I laugh, stepping between the legs of the rack, climbing over to her. Wanda follows, Gwen laughs. My hand lands on her small belly she’s growing. “And we love you.” I coo at her belly.

“Kiss ass.” Gwen snorts, Wanda joins in, cooing at our niece or nephew.

“Inherit aunties, right hook.” I whisper.

“Y/N!” Gwen laughs hard.

“Now that would bless by Satan.” We look over to see Clint joining us.

“Packman?” I lift a brow at him. “Joining us for some wedding planning?” Grinning at him.

He tucks his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Nodding his head slowly. “I was hoping to talk to you, boss.” He shrugs a shoulder, a small smirk on his lips.

Glancing at the girls, they nod.

“We’ll go with the black.” Wanda nods. Gwen agrees with a nod, both moving to leave us.

“Now what could have you coming over here during wedding planning?” Smirking at him as we move to sit on the stairs.

He chuckles softly. “I’d say this is your last chance to trade up.” I laugh, bumping my shoulder into him.

“Thought you were just going to be my fantasy?” I grin at him.

He nods slowly.

“Mmm. I see.” I nod slowly, looking away from Clint, watching the movements of the house. People running, fabrics, planners, glasses, the girls, my mother, Frankie and TC all hurrying about.

“See what?” He swallows.

“You won’t be my fantasy anymore. I’m not your type.” I smile, looking over at him.

He scratches the back of his head. “Nah I’ll always have this love for you.” He sighs.

“Love for me like a sister.” Smiling at him.

He sighs. “Yeah, like the baby sister I didn’t ask for, ever. Didn’t really want. But got anyways.” We laugh.

“I didn’t sign up for two more brothers, you know.” I nudge him in the shoulder with my own.

“You know I’d kill someone over you?” He sighs, smiling at me.

Laughing, I nod. “Think Bucky beat you to that.”

“I’d save you a thousand times over, trade places with your bruised and broken body, to protect you. You know that?” He glances over at me.

“I never said thank you, Packman. For saving me.” I whisper softly.

“Don’t ever do that to me again.” He whispers.

Glancing over at him, I smirk.

He sighs, shaking his head.

“No promises. I’m a wild card.” Winking at him, making him laugh.

“No shit.” He scraps his hand over his mouth.

We sat there in silence for a moment.

“What do you need from me?” I ask quietly.

He smiles at me. “Don’t know why I thought I was going to have to explain anything to you.”

“I know you, Packman.” Shrugging a shoulder.

“Tell me you approve?” There’s a plead in his pretty storm blue eyes.

Nodding slowly. “We both know you don’t need my approval.”

“I do.”

“Packman,”

“I need it. I need your approval. I need to know you agree, think it’s a good match.” He swallows.

“It’ll be a national sad day when you announce it.” Smirking at him.

He softly laughs. “As Satan, as my baby sister, the reason we Saintz do what we do. As queen, taking over the table, boss ass bitch, I need to know it’s right.” Tipping his head he watches me.

“Well you didn’t have to force her to fall in line or worry who you Saintz are.” I laugh, Clint hangs his head, chuckling. “So she’s got that going for her. A little normal, maybe boring, but we can help with that.” I grin at him.

“That girl gang is going to be something out of nightmares.” He shakes his head.

“Bet on it, Packman.” I grin.

“I always bet on you, Sweets.” We grin at each other.

“Okay.” I nod.

He lifts a brow. “Okay?”

“She cheats or looks at another dude and I’m going to bless her.” Cutting my eyes to him. He grins at me.

“With your right hook?”

“And my knee.” Shrugging.

He grins, nodding. “Satan combo.”

“I approve, Packman.”

“Think the table will?” He wonders. “They weren’t keen on us bidding on you.”

Leaning back for a moment, I stood suddenly. “Come on, Packman.”

He stands following me. Passing TC I tip my head indicating for him to follow.

Knocking on the door, I push it open.

“Little Miss?” My father looks up at me stepping in. “Boys.” He nods to the two following me in.

“I need you to call a meeting.” I rest on the arm of a chair.

He looks from me to them. “Any reason?"

“Packman is bidding on Bobbi.” I explain.

“Congrats Barton.” He smiles.

“Thank you, Sir.” Clint nods.

“And you want to make sure it gets approved.” My father looks to me.

Shrugging, I tuck a foot up on the seat, my hands on my knees. “I’m putting my weight behind it, daddy. Bobbi helped save me that night, with Clint.” I nod.

My father swallows hard, leaning back in his chair. “And you want this to be your first movement at the table?”

“My life, for their happiness. I’m sure.”

My father locks eyes with Clint, before nodding.

“I’ll make the call, eight tonight.” He nods, grabbing his phone.

“We’ll be there.” I nod, standing.

“Miss,” my dad calls when I get to the door, looking back to him “you’ll be the first woman at the table, ever.” He swallows hard. A flicker of fear in his eyes.

Lifting my chin “I know daddy, it’s a good thing you helped birth Satan. Some old men don’t scare me. I fight boys, and my father will set anyone afire.” I smirk at him.

“Your soon to be husband kills people for you.” TC smirks.

“Imagine, what my brothers would do.” I smirk, shrugging.

“We’d burn the town down, Sweets. Blood on our hands for you is an easy choice.” Clint chuckles.

Looking at my father, I smile softly at him. “They tried to cut me down, I survived. That was their first mistake daddy.” My father smiles softly, nodding.

I leave the office, TC and Clint following.

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Series tags: @sebastians-love

[symbiotic-slime]

VENOM POLY SHIP POLL RESULTS

After a long two weeks, the poll has finally come to an end. And the final results are in.

In first place….

DAVE (Dan/Anne/Eddie/Venom)!!! They crushed the poll with 28% of the vote, double what the second place ships got. The obvious choice for a winner in this beautiful poll.

Now here’s where it gets interesting. As I said here, the first poll actually DID have a clear second place, which did not line up with what the results were from the second place rematch poll.

So according to the second place rematch poll the second place ship is…

Spideyvenompool (Peter/Eddie/Venom/Wade)!! They swept the second place rematch poll, with 64% percent of the vote. Honestly I’m surprised they beat spideyvenom on its own in the first poll, but I guess that’s just Deadpool’s power. Good for him.

And the third place ship according to the rematch poll is….

Symbiot3 (Eddie/Venom/Flash)!! They’re my personal favourite out of all of these options, and with them being a decently rare pair I’m really happy they placed!

If you want to go based off of the original poll alone, Symbiot3 came in second with 14% of the vote and Spideyvenompool came in third with 13.6%!

And the runner up is…

Spideyvenom! The good old-fashioned enemies to lovers and the epitome of rivalries being gay.

Thank you to everyone who voted! It’s truly amazing to see how many votes and reblogs a silly little poll I made got.

Here’s some memes for this occasion:

[primewritessmut]

Maybe this is a better question to ask once your done with songs for the zombie apocalypse but I don’t get why a unhappy ending is inevitable in this story. I see other people in your comments agreeing so maybe I’m just too stupid to see what ur putting down lol. Is it because Peter hates that Deadpool has killed so many people? Idk if you would want to answer this question, and I can ask it again at the end of the series if I still don’t get it if you’d prefer, but I really don’t get it and I would love to understand your intentions of the story because clearly you are trying to put down this inevitably ends in a tragic end, but I just don’t see it. I know Deadpool has said it ends in Peter’s death a few times, but I also don’t get that. Like why doesn’t he just keep Peter forever like he intends? Or was Deadpool saying that Peter’s only options are being kept by Deadpool or death if he tries to escape? I just feel lost lol. So ya I would love to see what u we’re trying to combat in previous chapters like when you read cliff notes and they explain that the writer wrote the curtains were red because the character was angry because as of now I’m just like I dontttt seee it lol

First of all, let me just say that I consider it a compliment that you are so invested in this doomed pair. So thank you!

Annnnnd, I think I can answer this question without getting too into the weeds on the specifics of SFTZA. That being said, you can always come back and ask again once the fic is officially over.

The simplest answer is that I set out to write something without a happy ending.

I’m a romance writer at heart. The things I write usually end up having some version of a happy ending whether I intend them to or not. (And sometimes I don’t, and they fight me, and it suuuucks. Looking especially at you, she’s not going to die today. 👀)

But I’m also someone that likes to stretch my writing muscles. Most of my fics are written by the seat of my pants (no plot, just vibes) but I always, always have a writing goal in mind when I start. With SFTZA it was (1) work within a limited word count (An idea I got after talking wonderingly to @periodically-puzzled about how he did it.) and (2) give those bitches a BAD ending.

I could go into the specifics of the relationship I wrote for Wade and Peter but let’s just say it: Wade is abusive. (I mean, their relationship is always abusive to some extent when I write it but…) Wade lies to Peter, isolates Peter, makes Peter rely on him, manipulates Peter, and the relationship is fundamentally changing the kind of person Peter sees himself as.

It’s an allegory for interpersonal abuse hidden under the guise of two dudes surviving a zombie apocalypse.

The fact that some people want or can still see a happy ending for them is kind of part and parcel of that.

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