#miguel o'hara x deadpool

[totally-not-a-slug]

Have you noticed that Miguel and Wade are both tragic father figures?

yes. It's what makes these two mix so well somehow

And I always think about the tragedies they've gone through and the ways they've coped with that, how different outcomes made them who they are

I can imagine Miguel and Wade speaking about their lives and Miguel how he's able to act so lively despite all he's gone through, and Wade saying that even all he's gone through he knows he's not alone, and that Miguel isn't alone in his hardships either. They'll go through hardships that come their way together.

The Tragic father figures who have each other,

Trauma fathers, parental figures who've faced the horrors if you will

[skullywullypully]

You heard of

Miguel x Peter B

Miguel x Y/N

Miguel x Lego Spiderman

Now get ready for

Miguel x Deadpool !

[totally-not-a-slug]

This art is going in my mouth Wade's words of based knowledge

Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties

[a-door-to-somewhere]

Anyways obviously the only correct way to have Deadpool in the spiderverse is if there's just one Deadpool. And he keeps ending up in different universes causing shenanigans but it's always the same Deadpool. He switches art styles/appearance depending on universe. The go-home machine can't figure out if he even has a home universe. (Believe me Miguel has tried.) He hits on most age-appropriate spideys and then hits on their MJs too. Villains in most universes seem to inexplicably know him, or at least know of him. He keeps getting kicked out of HQ. He's 100% aware that all this logic only works because it's an epic crossover and the writers wanted it that way.

[breadly-art]

I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there 🎶💕

Warmup (I'm fighting with artblock)

[librababe99]

Hi Loves! This will be my first time EVER participating in Kinktober and honestly i'm so excited to do this🤭 Below I will be posting my lineup.

❥・All of these stories will be "Character x Reader" and I promise there won't be any use of Y/N.

❥・Female Reader or Gender Neutral Reader will be featured.

❥・ If you'd like, you can comment your choices below and I will tag you OR use this link: CLICK HERE

Logan Howlett x Reader: Knife Play (ft. Claws)

Scott Summers x Reader: Sensory Deprivation

Old Man!Logan x Fem!Reader: Pregnancy kink

Young!Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader: Face sitting

Remy Lebeau x Virgin! Reader: Praise kink

Young!Erik Lensherr x Fem!Reader: Threesome (Ft. Charles)

Hank McCoy x Fem!Reader: Cunnilingus

Wade Wilson x Reader: Dom/Sub, Lingerie

Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) x Reader: Thigh Riding

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader: Breeding

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader: Infidelity

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader: Breast worship, titty fucking

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader: Period Sex

Loki x Fem! Reader: Seduction, Body Worship, Collaring

Victor Von Doom (RDJs vers.) x Reader: Corruption

Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield's vers.): Bondage

Johnny Storm x Reader: Wax play, temperature play

Reed Richards x Reader: Sex Pollen

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader: Mirror Sex

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader: Shower sex, deep throating

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader: bimbofication

Clark Kent x Reader: Breath play, choking

Hal Jordan x Reader: Drunk / anonymous sex

Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader: Brat Taming

Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader: BDSM, Sadism/masochism

Homelander x Reader: Somnophilia (Sleep sex)

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader: Edging, orgasm denial

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader: Lap dances, Rough sex

Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson's vers.) x Fem! Reader: Size kink, overstimulation, creampie

Old Man! Logan x Fem! Reader: Food play (ft. Whipped Cream)

Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader: Roleplay, Hunter/Prey

[bobbeshwar]

y’all not ready to talk about how most fanfic writers/readers on here are JUST like the booktok gooners. Writing ridiculous shit about barely legal reader x 30+ year old characters. And yall AGE THEM UP.

i understand having parental issues and all that but this is NOT something we should be romanticizing and normalizing you don’t understand how it absolutely takes up my feed. just like how yall are tearing those middle-aged women apart for sexualizing absolutely ridiculous things, yall should realize you’re part of the problem. there is absolutely NO reason for Nanami to be 42 in that fanfic and for reader to be 20. it adds absolutely nothing to the plot, and romanticizes borderline-predatory relationships. the reader is always cute, shy, virginal, did you stop to think about how strange it is to write that???

if you’re hating on proshippers as someone who writes shit like this look in the mirror. and go to fucking therapy.

[bruh-anator3000]

im obsessed with the Black Cat, I hope that's clear, too. and Miguel. And Logan and Wade, so what if we mashed them all up in a blender and see what happens?

Edit: I didn't mean for this one to get so out of hand, but it did, so its a short story now I guess.

Warnings: sexual themes, hella suggestive, SPOILERS HINTED from the new Deadpool, tension sexy styles, I might get Gambit '97 involved so we can listen to '4 big guys' for part two, it is a love triangle/square, trust and don't worry. Everyone's bisexual. No pronouns for reader used, but written w fem!reader in mind, that's why I'm saying bisexual, but this could just be gay for my amabs.

Parinings: Black Cat!reader x Miguel O'Hara x Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson (uh-huh. I said what I said)

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Like, you didn't want to bring your roommates along with you for this heist. God. You didn't even want their sticky fingers on the paper plans. But you were running low on rent, Blind Al was a bitch now that they suspended her coke supply, and your normal crew got sick!

Dr. Boris Korpse was the smartest man alive. He could hack any system, jimmy any lock, and blew the ones he couldn't up. Bruno wasn't the brightest, but he was the bravest. And he had the muscles to prove it. He was a great getaway driver, too. And they were sick.

Wade was smart... enough. Logan was... decently strong. Logan was more of a brute, actually. Careless with his strength when it came to it, but trusting Wade Wilson to drive you home safe? With his self destructive streak? It was safer to have him do the code cracking. Hopefully.

"I wonder how many people caught the earlier exposition is from the actual comics," Wade grunted under his mask, typing in a special security code into the keypad.

Looking around with furrowed brows, he did realize it was just you three, right? You glanced at Logan, wondering if he understood what Deadpool was saying. He only gave a slight shake of his head.

"It's a quick in and out," You reminded the two, walking past the gates as the hissed open, thanks to Wilson. How he knew the password so easily, you didn't know. He said something about 'writer being too lazy to build up to the reveal,' which made it 'easier to follow if he just knew.'

Logan grunted as he followed. It frightened you how well he could retain the plans you've gone over so many times this week. It was great for him, and for you! But also sucked, because they guy replacing your 'smart guy' still needed a refresher.

You take your stance beside the large bars hiding the painting. Idly looking around while Logan let out a primal roar as he pried the gap between the metal bars wider.

"I bet that's what it sounds like when you're close, huh?" Wade snickered, pinching the yellow fabric on his hips. You cringed for several reasons. Wade's constant immaturity. And, God's above, Logan's ridiculous outfit.

Honoring the X-men or not, the yellow was as bright as a trafficlight.

You slipped through the widened gap now, ignoring Wade's whistle behind you. "You do realize this is supposed to be a silent mission?" You sneered, now on the other side of the enclosure.

Wade shrugged. "Don't worry, peaches. Nothing bad ever happens to the sexy ones. Logan might get left behind, but you and me?" His mask hid the way he bit his lip and winked. It looked like he was just staring at you.

"Alright." You sighed and moved on. That was the best way to handle these two. They gave you no other choice. I mean, you could give in and fuck them, but you were planning to save that for later if they did a good job tonight.

With the painting carefully removed, the bars bent back in place, and Wade managing to keep his pants on for a few minutes, all that was left to do was leave. You had Logan carry the painting as you all ran back to the World War 1 exhibit - the way you entered through.

You made sure the two were in front of you the entire time. You couldn't risk them getting lost, their bulk and dead brains might break something if you weren't watching them carefully. And the red and blue lights glowing as you ran past were not any help.

You stopped dead in your tracks. That wasn't your normal bisexual lighting. There were no sirens, either.

You jogged back a few paces, stopping by the archway of one of the many halls in the museum. Face to face with the digital glow of a blue and red mask.

"Hey Spider," Grinning softly, you leaned on the doorway. The Spider-Man hung upside-down on his red wire webs, per usual. You didn't need to see his sexy face to see that stoic pout he always wore.

"Good evening." He greets in that deep voice, hinting with an accent you loved. The red outlines of his eyes squinting as you boop his nose. "Are we really going to do this tonight?" He scowls, and you swoon.

He flips down, landing on his feet. Broad shoulders and thin waist beautifully extenuated by the suit that was more code than fabric. Towering over you, red blades on the back of his forearms.

"At least take your mask off," You taunt. To which he does. When has Miguel ever denied that request? As infuriating as it was, it was also a very freeing day when the two of you finally put the suits aside and fu- talked. In bed.

His brown curls looked neat today. Dark red eyes watching your every move. That pout on his sharp angled face was too cute. He was so grumpy all the time.

He glances behind you, leaning over slightly to look at the damage you've done. "Portrait of Madame X?" He notes the missing piece of work. Thick brow arching in suspicion.

You shrug. "She's an idol of mine." An idol worth 20 million to your buyer. But he didn't need to worry his pretty little head about the details.

"Do you want a 10 second head start?" He offers, placing a hand by your head and leaning in. Keeping you between his hard chest and the wall. His lips parted with a slight smirk.

"Bub, where'd you go?" Logan's gruff voice grows closer. Wade skipping alongside him. Both of them stopping dead in their tracks at the sight of Miguel.

His mask quickly ripples into place and he steps back, snarling. "Who are you?" His eyes dart to the painting you were supposed to be stealing, in some other man's hold. Keeping his body towards and more in between to block you from the other two, he snarls.

"I am soaking wet right now." Wade groans softly, admiring this little stand off. He wasn't kidding, Spider-Man had been in his 'hit' list for a few years now.

Miguel bristles, back going tense. And as great of a view that was, you knew it meant trouble.

"No, they're with me." Grabbing his broad and beefy shoulder, you push him back. Accidentally putting yourself in the middle of this odd triangle you've created.

Miguel glowers at you. "My regulars were out. I needed an extra hand." You shrug it off. That's all they were. Extra hands. In a heist. You totally weren't going to make out with them on the car ride home.

Tension thick, your shoulders weigh down as you look at all three of the men. A tinge of embarrassment hits you as you realize how similar their figures looked. You definitely had a type.

Wade breaks it up, or attempts to with another sentence you don't exactly understand. "Jesus, if the writer would get over themselves, I would fuck you two so hard." He gestures to Logan and Miguel. Earning an angry grunt from both of them that just seems to further his excitement.

"I'm so pissed we have to wait for a part two."

"Part two? Of what?" You raise a brow, looking at Wade.

He waves a hand. They don't get it.

...

But you do. And if you want a part two, please let me know! This was just an idea festering (that got out of hand a little) and I'm not sure what to make with it just yet. I also need a title for this, so if you guys have any suggestions, please let me know. Love you!

[obsessedwithspiderman2099]

Can you please do a Miguel O’Hara scenario where F!Reader is his Deadpool and even though he finds her irritating sometimes he has a soft spot for her?

A Spider-Man and A Mercenary

Pairings: Miguel O’Hara x fem Deadpool Reader

Word count: 776

Synopsis: A familiar Deadpool variant manages to break into the spider society again…

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!!! This was such a fun dynamic to write between Miguel and us as Deadpool 😋

It was just like any normal day in the spider society. Anomalies were being dealt with, and no spiders were bothering Miguel as he got to stand in his office looking over everything.

Suddenly on one of the security monitors, He spotted a certain Deadpool breaking into the building. Miguel groaned, not you again. If any regular Deadpool broke in, normally he would just ship them back home. Easy. But no, of course the most obnoxious one was located on earth 2099.

“Ay, Dios mio…” Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, already hearing your loud voice echoing through the already busy hallways of the spider society. He sighed, turning off the intruder alert and resting his hands on his hips as he waiting for you to stomp into his office to torture him further.

You had done this continuously, annoying him with your constant yapping and endless flirting.

Miguel finally heard the door open, signaling your entrance.

“What do you want.” He grumbled, refusing to look at you and instead focusing his gaze on the numerous yellow screens surrounding his office.

“Heyyyy, how’s my favorite Spider-Man doing?” You say, waltzing into his office, or what you call his spider-cave ( he never got the reference).

“You know you’re not supposed to be in this building.”

Miguel crossed his arms, finally looking at the familiar red leather suit you’re sporting.

“How many times do I have to kick you out before you get it?”

“Guess you’ll just have to do it again.” You say, giving him a wink before strolling further in. He scoffed, glancing at his screens for a split second.

Meanwhile, you immediately begin to look around the large dark space, pushing random buttons and causing havoc.

“Hey-HEY!” Miguel pushed himself away from his desk and quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back from the buttons that were connected to important multiverse things. “Why do you insist on being such a pain in my ass?” He glared at you with his usual scowling red eyes, the lack of sleep present underneath them. “Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look mad?” You smirk, looking up at him.

The height difference between the two of you was comical.

“You. All the time. It’s infuriating.” Miguel said bluntly, narrowing his eyes down at you.

He lets out a tired sigh, obviously frustrated by but also oddly used to your antics. “Can you just stop moving and causing chaos for five minutes and just act like a normal Human??” “We both know I’m not.” “I’m fully aware of that…” He scoffed, pulling you a bit closer to him.

His fingers curled around your wrist, keeping you from trying to wander off again.

“Oooooo, feeling handsy today are we?”

He rolled his eyes at the comment. “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m just trying to keep you from touching something you're not supposed to.”

Despite what he was saying, he kept you close. His fingers gently caressing the red leather surrounding your wrist. Your annoying energy and presence alone was exhausting to deal with, but a part of Miguel couldn’t help but be drawn to you. Something about you.. just made Miguel’s heart beat a little faster. (And sometimes made his face red)

You start tapping on his arm, bringing him back to the present. “Yeah riiiiiight.” You tease, and he finally comes up with the bright ideas to try getting you out of his office.

“Are you hungry?” Miguel asks, noticing the way your face immediately shoots up to meet his. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“If I take you out to lunch will you stop bothering me and breaking into my office??”

“Awww, you're finally taking me out on a date? Took you long enough!”

You bat your eyes at him, again trying to poke his buttons.

“It’s not a date. Don’t get any ideas.” Miguel responded quickly, activating his mask to hide the slight redness that covered his cheeks.

“Can we listen to wham on the way?” You say, already skipping to the exit at the thought.

“You just can’t make this easy for me, can you?” He said, rolling his eyes at your request.

“Fine, whatever. We're listening to wham, just promise you won’t try to start anything else.”

“Can’t make any promises spidey.”

The familiar cheeky smile on your face beaming. He sighed, a mix of annoyance and amusement on his face. “Of course you can’t..” He followed after, opening the door for you. “After you.”

“What a gentleman.” You happily walked out, taking his hand in yours. He saw this, and couldn’t help but give the tiniest smile.

Maybe this ‘date’ wouldn’t be as long and grudgingly annoying as he thought.

[sassypossum]

You Told Him What???

Miguel O'Hara x Reader ~ Wade Wilson x Sis!Reader ~ Fluff

This was the reason you didn't want your brother meeting your boyfriend...

"Querida, what on earth is this?" Miguel stood in front of the refrigerator looking perplexed. Placing the knife, you'd been cutting with on the counter, you wiped your hands off on your apron and moved to stand behind him. 

"What on earth is what, Miguel?" Wrapping your arms around his waist you strained to see what he was talking about. 

"What are you expecting to see from back there?" He said dryly. 

"I like this view just fine, thank you very much." Resting your chin between his shoulder blades you ran a finger up the center of his sternum. 

"Please, querida." He huffed, grabbing your hand. 

"Okay, okay." Muscling your way under his arm, you tilted your head back to look at him. "Hi." 

"Hello." Miguel returned your warm smile with a small one of his own and wrapped his arm around your waist. Turning your attention back to the fridge, you narrowed your eyes. 

"What am I looking for?" 

"That." Miguel nodded towards a plastic wrapped package of cheese. Your brows scrunched in confusion. Had he never seen cheese before? 

"Babe, that's cheese." 

"Cheese?" He looked askance at you. Tilting your head back further to meet his gaze you blinked. 

"Cheese." Miguel raised a brow in suspicion. 

"Y/N, why is each slice wrapped in its own plastic?" 

"Oh! That question makes more sense." Nodding your head, you spoke more to yourself than to him. 

"Querida?" 

"Hm?" Turning back, you noted his expectant expression. "Oh, yes! Cause it was cheaper." Miguel looked from you back to the cheese with skepticism. 

"It can't taste that good, then." 

"Oh, it's horrible." 

"Then why do you buy it?" 

"Because it's cheap, I'm on a budget remember?" Miguel closed the fridge with a frown and turned to lean against the door. 

"Hm." He nodded, pulling you into his arms. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you rested your chin on his chest and just watched him. Miguel was truly a work of art. Even now with that thoughtful expression on his face, he had to be one of the most attractive men you'd ever had the pleasure to know. His strong brows drew together in consternation, and you could practically see the gears turning in his mind. 

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Reaching up you ran a hand through his hair. Miguel snapped out of his haze and stared into your eyes with renewed interest. 

"Nothing, querida." He shook his head. Your brow quirked and the corners of your lips dipped into a frown. 

"Don't give me that, O'Hara, your brain was getting so hot I was afraid it was going to combust." Miguel chuckled and tightened his grip on your waist. 

"If you're ever making grilled cheese, remind me to bring my own queso." You pulled back with a staged gasp and gently slapped his shoulder. 

"Miguel O'Hara, are you making fun of my discount store queso?" 

"No, Y/N, I'm making fun of your plastic cheese, that abomination could hardly pass for proper queso." He smirked and shrugged his shoulders. Your eyes lit with challenge, and you pulled yourself up to your full height. 

"Oh, is that so?" 

"That is so." He leaned forward and frowned; this might have been more intimidating had the playful affection dancing in his eyes not given him away. Standing on your tiptoes you came noes to noes with him and narrowed your eyes. Miguel's eyes dipped to your lips, and you could feel your throat growing tighter. 

"What are you going to do about it, O'Hara?" Your eyes flickered to his lips. Something in his eyes shifted, and the red darkened almost to black. Snaking a hand up to cup your jaw, he tilted your face back and closing his eyes leaned forward,

Knock. Knock. 

With a groan, you collapsed against his chest. Miguel growled and rested his forehead on the crown of your head. 

"Talk about timing." You muttered; voice muffled by his shirt. You could feel Miguel tense and heard another low growl rumble from deep in his chest. 

"Want me to run whoever it is off?" He fisted the hair at the nape of your neck and rested his cheek against the crown of your head. Pulling back, you gave him a smile and kissed his jaw. 

"Tempting." A shiver went through your body at the gleam in his eyes, and you raised onto your tiptoes again to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. "But I have to live in this neighborhood." Lowering back onto the balls of your feet, you gave his chest and final pat and pulled away. Reluctantly, Miguel released you. "Why don't you make yourself useful and finish chopping the onions." 

"Onions." He grumbled, propping his hands on his hips. Walking backwards towards the door you gave him a smile. 

"What else am I paying you for?" Shaking his head, Miguel grabbed the knife and shook it at you. 

"You're not paying me anything." When you opened your mouth to retort, he shook his head and motioned towards the door. "Answer the door, querida." 

Turning to face the door, you glanced through the peep hole and felt your heart drop to your feet. Wade. This was it. The moment you'd been actively avoiding. Slowly you reached for the doorhandle, turning quickly to glance over your shoulder. Miguel was engrossed in his chopping. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door. 

"Hey, Y/N!" There stood your brother in all his glory. Giant white take out bag in hand, and if you had to guess, under his mask he most likely sported an annoyingly bright smile. 

"Wade, what are you doing here?" You hissed, closing the door just an inch. Wade's eyes narrowed momentarily, and he glanced down at the bag in his hand. 

"I brought empanadas!" He hoisted up the bag and shook it for emphasis. At the unimpressed look on your face, he slowly lowered the bag. 

"You were bored?" 

"I was bored." Clutching the bag of empanadas, he shifted and looked at you expectantly. "Can I come in?" 

"No." 

"No?" He gasped, incredulously. 

"That's what I said, Wade." Tilting his head to the side, he looked you up and down before narrowing his eyes again. 

"You have someone over here, don't you?" Your eyes darted nervously towards the kitchen, and Wade followed your eyeline. "It's a man isn't it?" Wade crumpled the bag and leaned further into the room to see Miguel now chopping garlic. "That new spider freak?!" Your eyes darted back to his and you clamped your hand over his mouth. 

"Shh! He'll hear you." You hissed, glaring up at him. "Besides, he's not a freak." Glancing towards the kitchen again, Wade scoffed. 

" Sis, you can't be serious!" Wade looked over your shoulder to get another look of your new boyfriend. 

"Oh yeah, and why's that, Wade?" Rolling your eyes, you leaned against the door frame in hopes of blocking your brothers view of the kitchen. Shaking his head, Wade merely leaned further to stare at the large man standing in the kitchen.

"C'mon Sis, sure he's hot, but he's got the personality of a rice cake." 

"Takes one to know one, dead pool." You leaned forward and growled. Wade pulled back in exaggerated shock. 

"That was a low blow, Y/N, but I'll forgive you this time." 

"How generous of you." Rolling your eyes, you folded your arms. 

"But really, sis, O'Hara?" 

"He's a vampire." You blurted out. Wade dropped the bag. You covered your face and moaned. What have I done?  

"No he's not." Wade chuckled. That raised your dander. Folding your arms, you set your jaw and gave him a determined look.

"Yes he is." Wade narrowed his eyes and looked passed you. 

"Really?" He still sounded skeptical. 

"Really." 

"Him?" Wade dropped his confident posture and pointed a finger towards the kitchen. 

"Him." You nodded, feeling oddly satisfied. Wade dropped his hand and looked at the wilted bag on the floor. 

"Huh, well... that's cool, I guess." Bending down to pick up the bag he muttered to himself. "If you're into that sort of thing." You stepped back and opened the door wider. 

"Do you still want to stay for dinner?" Wade snapped to attention and his head swiveled towards the kitchen before he backed up slowly. 

"Maybe some other time, sis, uhm." Rubbing his head, he squinted at you. "Tell count chocula I said hi." Before you could open your mouth, he'd vanished. 

"Obstinate merc." You chuckled, shaking your head. Closing the door, you turned back to the kitchen. Seeing Miguel glance up at you, suddenly your feet felt very heavy. The weight of what you'd told your brother consumed your whole body. With stilted steps you inched towards the island countertop. 

"Who was that?" Miguel paused chopping to look up at you. Plopping onto a stool you rested your chin in your hands and sighed. 

"My brother." 

"Why didn't you ask him to stay?" Miguel resumed his chopping. 

"Is that my apron?" You grinned at how adorable he looked in the comically small scrap of fabric covering his shirt. Miguel looked up and narrowed his eyes. 

"You're avoiding the question, querida." 

"I most certainly am, osito." Miguel hissed at the absurd pet name. 

"Osito." He grumbled. Tapping your finger on your chin, you stared into the middle distance. 

"He had somewhere to be.' That wasn't exactly a lie, you had no clue where Wade went or what he'd invent to do. 

"Ah." Miguel seemed satisfied with that answer. 

"Maybe next time." You turned your attention back to him. Miguel nodded without looking up. "Osito?" 

"Hm?" 

"I might have told him you were a vampire..." Miguel froze and dropped the knife. 

"You told him what?!" 

[totally-not-a-slug]

cute stupid shit for F&B{fangs and blades}

this ship is my fucking brainrot, so you will be the victim of my hcs and blabble Since Wade acts so goofy Miguel would assume he's an idiot, an idiot he shamefully fell in love with. So? Miguel would flirt, confess, and of course insult to Wade in Spanish thinking he wouldn't understand a thing. but,,yk how Wade canonically multilingual, and knows Russian, German, Japanese, ASL AND Spanish? Yk where I'm going with this..?

Wade knows what he's saying but would most def act like he doesn't (until the whole dating stuff, embarrassment on Miguel's side NNSBHCB) Miguel: Te amo.. Wade: Yo también te amo, mi vida. Miguel: What. Wade: What?

Wade calling Miguel "Mi vida.." chef's kiss "My immortality can never make me feel as alive as you do, Mi vida." i just UGHHSC Wade covers his face a lot, I can see Miguel always giving him a long stare because he wants to see his face more. "so he can admire him more properly"

He does drag him around with his little tech made webs, he for sure gets jealous over Wade gushing over other spidermen.

Their first kiss was when they wore their masks, or..one of them half way. I can see Miguel lifting up Wade's mask and landing a surprise kiss.. Miguel hates to admit how much he cares about Wade, he "doesn't" care if he can't die. he absolutely does, he worries about losing him so much he doesn't want him to get hurt. He uses the excuse of "You can still feel pain can't you? and the regeneration will waste both our time."

ALSO ALSO BECAUSE IM DOINF THIS IM ADDING THIS BECAUSE I CAN!!!

Wade's daughter Ellie, Wade would be so scared of getting attached and somehow causing her to get hurt along side with Wade. I would also like to mention how he froze seeing Elle, why? because she looks so similar to Gabi{started crying when I realized that.} but with enough reassurance and comfort they're a cute little family UGHHHSHC Miguel gets Ellie Deadpool merch with the excuse that she wants him, he for sure got some for himself I'm TELLING YOU i will be back later to tell you more that comes from my insane mind..

[silico-778]

the superior spideypool

[smallandangry24]

DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS

okay so HEAR ME OUT: what if Miguel was wrong about Canon events, but not entirely? What if it wasn’t the absence or alteration of a Canon Event that caused Gabriella’s Universe, but the death of the original Miguel O’Hara — that Earth’s Spider-Man. WHAT IF HER UNIVERSE COLLAPSED BC THE ORIGINAL SPIDER-MAN WAS THAT WORLD’S ANCHOR BEING

[invalidname19]

[fr3g-fr0g-0racl3]

Screw everything I ever said about never doing fanfic again, if that shit could get me money I’ll write it. It can be gross, I just don’t want to be poor anymore (I may also have a severe problem with wanting to write things for myself but who knows)

I will be completely honest, Deadpool & Wolverine caused a whole ass chemical shift in me. I want to write fics about them. Fics where someone is with them. Fics where you guys break up or are separated. I crave writing, give suggestions please.

[wadewnstonwilson]

hi!!!!

I miss writing so I'd like to jump back in and start writing some headcanons per requests.

They can either be about celebrities, ships you have, fandoms, fictional characters, movies, shows, anything! You can either comment on this post, leave an ask, or message me directly!

I will leave a small example list here and in the tags of the things that I know the best but feel free to leave what you can think of and if I know it well enough, I'll write it!

marvel

deadpool

deadpool wolverine

xmen

spiderman/spiderverse

game of thrones

stranger things

star wars

last of us

(celebs i love are hugh jackman, ryan reynolds, chris evans, sebastian stan, tom holland, glen powell, pedro pascal, oscar isaac, etc, hcs can be for any of their characters or them as people)