#spideypool whump

[clintbartonswife]

rip off the band-aid

Pairings: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson Summary: wade carries patterned band-aids. peter is in love. Whumptober prompt #7 : alleyway / radio silence Notes: college!peter parker, descriptions of violence and injury, excessive bad language masterlist   || whumptober2023

Peter hissed as a stray bullet grazed his forearm, having successfully dodged the rest of the emptied magazine, the fabric of his suit tearing and allowing some of his blood to creep down his arm.

"Come on!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "Okay, now you've annoyed me Mr. Robber. Do you know how hard it is for me to fix this thing?"

The bad guy seemed taken aback by the statement, hesitating as he reloaded. That was all the opportunity Peter needed, leaping forwards to deliver a punch square to his jaw, knocking him on his ass. As he scrambled to regain his footing, Peter webbed him to the spot.

"What the hell man, I've got places I need to be!"

"Shush - you tried to rob an old lady, you don't get to complain at me right now." He began backing out of the alleyway, only feeling slightly guilty at the robber's continued protests. Not too guilty though, he had shot him after all. "Stay there - the police will be here... soon. Like, within the hour definitely."

Extending his arm to release another web, he winced at the hot pain that radiated across his skin, willing his healing factor to kick in. Swinging back to his apartment was gonna suck.

Deciding to avoid that for as long as he could, he began to walk up the side of the building. Once at the top, he looked out over the row of flat roofs, smirking.

"Parkour" he whispered, beginning to run. As he leapt over the roofs, he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of freedom, wind rushing past him with a deafening roar.

He eventually made it to the last building, a large road separating this building from the next. Readying himself to swing, his ears picking up on pitchy singing coming from the building opposite.

"I know that voice..."

Already smiling, he swung up to the building, landing on the edge of the roof. Deadpool was facing away from him, bright pink headphones over his ears.

Under the mask, Peter raised an eyebrow, huffing a laugh as the merc continued his off-key singing, wiggling along to the beat. As he reached the chorus, he began to do the funky chicken, turning around slightly with each jump.

"P-p-p-poker face f-f-fuck her face, ca- OH god, webs!! Dont sneak up on me during my gaga time!"

Peter laughed at this, warm feeling in his chest. He had begun to associate the feeling with Wade. It was dangerous.

"Well maybe if you didnt have your volume up so high, you woulda heard me landing"

The mercenary gasped, placing a hand on his chest. "You don't listen to gaga on anything other than full volume, every monster knows that!"

"How many times do I have to tell you you're not a monster until you believe me?"

"Wh - Oh. You do care. As adorable as that is baby boy, I was using the fan name for all gaga stans."

"oh - right. I knew that."

Deadpool placed his hand on his forehead dramatically, "You make me feel old, Webs. You really do. Good thing you've got daddy issues or this would never work."

"Wade -!"

At this, the older man chuckled, moving closer to the spider. "I mean, really it's lucky that I -" He broke off, crowding closer to Peter. "Your arm -"

"'Tis but a flesh wound, it's really nothing, it's practically already healed-"

His voice gave out as gloves gently parted the rip in his suit, allowing Wade a better look. Peter could do nothing but watch with baited breath as the other man pulled out a small case from one of his many pockets, producing a hello kitty band-aid and carefully placing it on the cut. He then bent down to place a kiss on the area, the warm leather of his red mask against his skin sending chills up Peter's arm.

"There!" Wade grinned, seemingly unaware of the mental spiral he had sent Peter down, "All better!"

"Y- yeah. All better. Thanks, 'pool"

///

It had become a thing.

Wade seemed to have a never ending supply of band-aids in the pockets of his suit which he was always too happy to give out. At the end of patrols Peter usually had at least one band-aid stuck to him, even when it was very clear he didnt need it.

Just last night Wade had sent him home with 6 plasters on his back, themes ranging from paw patrol to spongebob. He hadnt noticed until he was getting changed, meaning that the merc had been putting them on him throughout the night without Peter realising.

He wasn't sure if that gap in his spidersense was something to be happy or concerned about.

He chose not to think about it instead.

Today, he was stood on the edge of the roof, waiting for Wade to come back with Chimichangas.

"Oi! Webhead!" Peter looked down, Wade holding up the takeout like a baby Simba at the base of the building. "Uppies?"

He snorted. "You're not a child, 'Pool."

"Don't make me take the stairs you cruel and beautiful bastard."

Peter rolled his eyes affectionately, making sure he was grounded with his footing before sending a web down to Wade and pulling him up. As he did so, Wade vocalised to the tune of 'When will my life begin' from Tangled.

"You're an idiot." Peter laughed, Wade placing the takeout safely on the edge of the roof before hauling himself up the rest of the way.

"I happen to be an idiot with food, so you might wanna rethink that attitude Petey Pie."

"You would starve me?"

Deadpool cocked his hip out defiantly. In response, Peter took his mask off and pouted.

"Ugh! No fair! You know I cant deny your cute little face of anything!"

Peter laughed, taking his share of the takeout with a cheer of success before sitting down cross-legged on the floor. "Pleasure doing business."

"Cold. Very cold." Wade chastised, though his smile was audible. With a hefty sigh, he joined Peter on the floor, pulling his mask up to his nose. "I grabbed you a fortune cookie on my way - I know you like those."

Peter blushed slightly, trying his best to hide his surprise. "Oh - thank you 'Pool."

He accepted the small package, ripping it open excitedly and letting out a small hiss as the plastic sliced into his finger.

"Nobody panic!" Wade yelled, dropping his burrito on to his lap and producing a plaster from his pocket in record time. "Daddy's got you covered!"

"Wade -"

"Shush." he chided, taking hold of his hand and applying the band-aid gently.

Peter rolled his eyes fondly, "Really? Isn't this a bit on the nose?"

"Branding is important for any self respecting merc-turned-hero. Plus, this way people know that if they hurt you I'll gut them with my katanas!"

"Hey! What have I said about the no killing thing?"

Wade dropped his head like a scolded schoolchild. "To not kill people. Which I will stick to... unless you are gravely injured."

"Is this your way of keeping me around?"

"Is it working?"

Peter just smiled, rubbing his thumb against the deadpool-themed band-aid before breaking open the fortune cookie.

'if we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives'

He swallowed heavily, glancing quickly up at Wade who was currently trying to fit as much as possible of his burrito in his mouth at once.

It would be so easy to say something right now - to, for the lack of a better phrase, rip off the band-aid.

Fear held him back, unable to even think of a world in which he didn't have Wade. Sure, the man made a lot of jokes about dating him, but they were never followed up in any way that would even suggest an inch of seriousness.

Peter refused to mess this up.

So instead he shoved the note down the neck of his suit, unwrapping his food and pushing his thoughts to the back of his head.

///

Over the next few months, Peter found himself thinking back to the fortune he had received. The note itself was pinned to his corkboard in his bedroom, meaning it was the first thing he saw every night as he left to and returned from his patrols.

Wade seemed blissfully unaware of the younger man's mental distress, still happily providing themed plasters for every little cut and scrape that he had gained during his endless hours protecting his city.

Peter made a mental note that the range in themes were steadily declining, the majority of them now boldly covered in deadpool's symbols. A small and slightly insane part of his brain convinced him that this was Wade's way of staking his claim, somehow akin to a wedding ring.

Today, he was on his way back from college, tracing his fingers over the band-aid on his forearm. The cut underneath it had been tiny, his enhanced healing definitely having erased it by now, but he couldn't bring himself to take it off.

"Help!"

Peter froze in his tracks, senses dialled to 11. The hairs on his arms rose as he kicked into gear, running to an empty alleyway and stripping his clothes as quickly as he could to reveal his suit, shoving them in his bag and exchanging them for his mask.

Between swings, he quickly typed out a message to deadpool for backup, the amount of police cars racing towards the area a good indicator of the level of threat he was about to face.

The sound of crumbling buildings heightened as he grew closer, sirens and screams building into a frantic cacophony, reaching its peak just as Peter arrived at the scene.

He took a moment to assess, sticking on to the side of a building as his eyes tracked through the chaos in search of the source. He figured it out pretty quickly.

What can only be described as a green goblin soared through the skies on top of a metal... thing, smashing buildings to pieces with his gloved hands.

With a deep breath, he leapt into action, using the momentum from his swing to hit the goblin square in the jaw.

"Queens is not your personal playground!" he yelled, sticking on to the side of a building as he gauged the situation, "Though I'm sure you'll love it in prison! Maybe we should go there now? Save me the trouble of dragging you there -"

He was cut off as a car was thrown in his direction, Peter preventing it from crashing into the building with some cleverly timed webs.

"Well. That was rude."

"No spider tells me what to do" The goblin spat, "You are all beneath me - imbeciles - and should be treated as such!"

At the end of his sentence, he once again launched a car, Peter dodging and catching it once again. "What do you have against cars, dude?"

The cars kept coming, Peter attempting to find a way to subdue the goblin man whilst still making sure that the cars didn't hit him or anyone still in the surrounding area.

He managed to send another SOS to Wade, nerves setting in as he saw the goblin down a glass of green liquid, the man's veins popping out as he let out a scream.

"You shall all fall at my feet!"

"Yeah... the average New Yorker is not into that. Not to kink shame or anything - I'm sure the people who do like it are really happy with their choices - that's the key! Consent and choices -"

His phone buzzed, distracting him for a moment, just long enough to miss the broken off piece of scaffolding flying towards him. It impacted his side, arm faltering mid swing.

He fell to the ground, swearing at the impact.

It took a few seconds before the pain began to register, blood running down his side like a macabre waterfall. Legs weakening, he retreated to the nearest alleyway, dipping behind a dumpster.

"Spiderman! Come out and face me you coward!"

Peter winced, the wound in his side bleeding more heavily than he was comfortable with, red liquid spilling on to the floor as he shifted his weight in an effort to better take cover behind the dumpster.

He could hear the echoing steps of the goblin approaching, but couldnt seem to find it in his muddled mind to move.

Where was Wade?

The footsteps halted at the entrance of the alleyway. Peter could hear the goblin's breathing, closing his eyes as he accepted his fate.

Instead of the pain he was sure was coming, the footsteps retreated, seemingly chasing after something. A few moments later, a cacophony of noise filled the area, followed by quiet.

"Webs?"

Relief rushed through him, Peter managing a weak shout. Wade rushed towards him, looking around for a few seconds before spotting his scrunched up figure.

Peter choked out a weak laugh, moving his hand to reveal the extent of the damage. "Think I could use some of your plasters around now, 'pool"

The merc was eerily quiet, unmoving as he looked at the injury.

"Fuck - 's that bad, huh?" Peter asked, coughing slightly as he curled back in on himself.

That seemed to break Deadpool from his stupor, the man kneeling at his side in an instant. "Fuck, baby boy - I - I dont know what to do."

Gloved hands hovered over his, before retracting back, Wade beginning to whack himself on the head. "How do I fix this. No - fuck, fuck, shitty fucking fuck!"

Peter frowned, fighting through the haze that had started to descend on him in order to pat Wade's shoulder comfortingly, "It's 'kay, I'm fine! See?" He moved his hand from his shoulder to his cheek and attempted a smile. "I'm okay."

"I don't - I don't know how to fix this, Webs. You need a doctor... I need -" He dug through his pockets, whipping out the bedazzled hello kitty flip-phone. "Matt knows a nurse - she's fixed him up before maybe -"

Peter blinked heavily, a high pitched ringing sound starting to deafen his hearing. Fear began to rise within him, sitting heavily on his chest. It was bad - that much he knew, if only from Wade's reaction.

'if we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives'

He nudged Wade's phone away from his ear, demanding his full attention. "I need you to know something."

"You can tell me when you're all better," Wade insisted, listing off their location to someone on the phone.

Peter frowned. "Wade. Please."

"I'm getting help, okay? Just let me get help -"

"I love you." Wade froze, hand tightening around the phone. At his lack of response, Peter continued. "I have loved you for months now. I love - I love your laugh, your smile... I love your voice. I love -"

He was interrupted by a cough, groaning as pain spread through his entire body, fresh blood splattered on his glove. Wade dropped the phone to the floor, applying pressure to his wound, panic clear in his voice.

"Peter -"

"I love your stupid band-aids. I love how they make me feel like I matter. Like you care -"

"I do care -"

"And if I die -"

"You're not going to die -"

"I need you to know how much you mean to me."

Wade's breath quickened, leaning over to yell 'hurry' into his phone. Peter's head felt light, the pain starting to feel more like weightlessness. Distantly, he noted that this was a bad thing.

Frowning, he pushed Wade's mask off, smiling as his eyes took in every crease and crevice of his face. He lifted his arm with great effort, faintly tracing over his cheekbone, down his jawline and finishing at his lips.

With his face bared, the spider could finally see the pure anguish worn on Wade's face.

"Don't be sad."

"Just - Stay with me Petey, you're going to be okay."

His eyes were so heavy, the lids closing against his will.

"I love you too!" Wade yelled, desperation seeping out of every pore. "Fucking goddamn to hell, I love you. Don't leave me -"

Peter couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, eyes fluttering as unconsciousness pulled him into oblivion.

"Over here! He's - help him!"

[sadiecoocoo]

You guys should watch Ultimate Spider-Man. They give Peter so many boyfriends. Also it deserves more recognition and fan content that I don’t wanna make rn and literally cannot make since I don’t have access to my computer rn

[winterspiderpurrs]

I just want Peter to be in sensory overload. To the point of TEARS.

The team doesn't know what to do. They get upset that Peter is upset. Who gets more upset cause now everyone is yelling and it hurts so bad.....

[punch-love]

my turn big guy

[bunsofhoney]

Peter: You can't do that. It's a bad plan. It's an evil plan. You can't just repopulate the world.

Villian: We can and we will. And you'll help us.

Peter: I suppose there's an 'or else' attached to that statement…

Villian: Or else, we kill your aunt and everyone you've ever been close to, in front of you if possible. Your choice, Spider-Man.

Excerpt from Ch 15 of The Bell Jar, or the one where Wade kidnaps Peter - an ongoing story that uses a prompt-a-day from @febuwhump

Prompt: self-sacrifice

[feyver]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson Additional Tags: Hurt Peter Parker, Worried Wade Wilson, Protective Wade Wilson, Blood, Guilt, Worry, Gunshot Wounds, Unconsciousness, Carrying, Whump Summary:

Wade wakes up from a death and finds Peter hurt. He panics and feels guilty about it.

[toburnup]

Fic recs my dude I got em, i generally go for transmasc steve, but I have read others I'll just do some for now tho, personal transmasc fav for steve is

quench. by GodsDoggy future established relationship

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43538301

A lot of GerryStAmour's works feature trans steve they just did a longer fic with Rockstar!Eddie and HotelLiasion!Steve and another author dean_is_bi also does a lot of trans steve fics and stonathon as well as steddie

Found a different Buzz by emchant3d it's just pwp high sex

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43468555

Dirt from a Borrowed Tomb by Moth_of_Myth has trans steve with end game steddie but it's incomplete, very steve whump heavy, mind the tags

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43431600/chapters/109183440

sting and other brainworms by alligator_writes is a great horny little series which features trans steve https://archiveofourown.org/series/3380140

baby, together we make sense by novemberthorne is a series the first one is them getting together and the second is fluffy porn

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3367534

Want to see more? By Ossian modern accidental sext au, fun and short

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44357170/chapters/111556495

Because the night by dartlekey is a sweet spideypool!au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43535215

36 degrees by carton features trans steve if you want something dark, mind the tags of course please

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41648874

Hope you like some of these!

thank you for the trans!steve recs, anon!! links below for ease

fic recs: quench by GodsDoggy, found a different buzz by emchant3d (@emchant3d), dirt from a borrowed tomb by moth_of_myth, sting and other brainworms by alligator_writes (@riality-check !!), baby, together we make sense by novemberthorne, want to see more? by ossian, because the night by dartlekey (@dartlekey), 36 degrees by carton (@bronoun)

author recs: GerryStAmour, dean_is_bi

adding to my list <3 much appreciated. also, always fun to see friends' fics being rec'd hehehe.

[fogsrollingin]

You’ve Got a Fire in Your Belly by I_want_to_believe. Spideypool, Mature, 40k words. Summary: After a particularly cold night, Peter Parker finds himself seeking a warm meal from the local soup kitchen. He is shocked to find that the person serving him is none other than his patrol buddy, Deadpool. But why is Deadpool here and what does he want from an unmasked Peter Parker? Also known as: The One Where Peter is Homeless. https://archiveofourown.org/works/24160567 The Peter whump was fantastic in this, and the hurt/comfort and cuddles from Wade matched so well. The angst and identity reveal suspense was played into their romance so well. Excellent story full of sustained oxytocin hits. Added to my favorite Spideypool fics

I Like Birds by chinashopbull. Spideypool, 200k words, Explicit. Summary: Deadpool does a better job understanding Spider-Man's strengths and limitations as an autistic super than pretty much anyone else does. This doesn't stop Peter from getting involved with a cult while investigting a series of suicide bombers. He's just that much of a disaster, autistic or not. I play fast and loose with canon but try to stay true to (what I perceive to be) the spirit of the characters. https://archiveofourown.org/works/14697780 First, just want to say the Avengers portrayed as more gray and untrustworthy than their press would have you believe is a favorite take of mine and I loved to see it here. Most importantly though: autistic!Peter is such a compelling character. The author merged Peter's powers with his autism to craft some emotional punches that I did not see coming which I adored. Peter's stress response to go sticky without releasing, and also wanting to be a weighted blanket for Wade. SO GOOD. The inclusion of sign language was the best too; just the whole idea that Wade and Peter have put the effort in to understand each other better than anyone 🥰🥰🥰 Homeless!Peter exists in this story, which is always harrowing to read (in the best way). I'm ace so I skimmed it but I'm pretty sure the author totally delivered on smokin' hot powerplay-y sex scenes. As with pretty much all the stories I love and recommend, a fantastic calm + happy ending with everything and everyone coming together well.

this is the life by jilliancares. Spideypool, Explicit, 38k. Summary: An up-and-coming masked hero is revealed to be a serial killer, and the public is terrified. Everyone's demanding that Spider-Man reveal his identity for their own safety, and as if that isn't enough, Deadpool is hired to make sure it happens. Peter's stressed enough as it is with work and rent and school and a new super villain cropping up — he just doesn't have time for this. He especially doesn't have time for Deadpool accosting Peter Parker, wanting Spider-Man's photographer to help track down the elusive hero. Or: Everything seems to be going wrong all at once. It's a miracle Peter hasn't had a breakdown. https://archiveofourown.org/works/35860972 Excellent identity reveal angst fic. I also loved how scary and intelligent Deadpool was depicted, how Peter wasn't underestimating him ever. The author made the identity reveal build up so much that it was so fun to read the actual scene. So happy to have read this fic 🥰

For more of my spideypool fics, x 🥂

[hotgirlstiles]

fics where its whump peter parker and wade takes care of him >>>>>>>

age difference size difference spideypool >>>>>

[thebiggestfuckgiven]

Introducing me!

I never really planned to do one of these, but am doing so with the explicit intention to inform anyone checking out my blog about tags I use and fandoms I frequent

So!

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• Merlin

• Firebreather

• Divergent (rare)

• DC (batfam specifically)

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• Danny Phantom

• maybe others

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[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."

[sadiecoocoo]

Hello hello! I’m doing a thingy that I was originally going to do once I got to 100 followers just for fun but I’m impatient so I’m at least starting it now :)

Please read the entire post

I’m opening my writing prompts!!!

Idk how long I’m going to do it, maybe a day, maybe a week, maybe half a week, i haven’t decided yet and it’ll depend on how many people see this post.

While I am opening prompts, depending on the ones I get, I will likely only be doing one as of right now. But if I like the idea enough there’s always a chance that I’ll write it later :)

Rules

- These must be oneshots

- no proships, be it incest, pedophilia, or anything of the sort

- you must give me an idea for a fic, don’t just say what ship you want me to write about

- no smut

So what goes?

- fluff, angst, and whump

- could be a ship or family tropes

- cliches

- you may submit multiple prompts, though I’m likely to only do one at the time being

- anything else that wasn’t explicitly stated that was unallowed

What fandoms/relationships?

For platonic it could be familial figure tropes, good friends or found family! Also if you really want to see a ship that I haven’t listed just ask! Any that aren’t listed aren’t off limits as long as they don’t break any of the rules above. If anyone would like something from a different fandom, once again just ask, though it’s less likely that I’d choose ur prompt (try to make it a fandom that I’ve made posts or older fics abt)

Rick and Morty

Ships: Mortycest, Morty/brad/jessica, Morty/brad, Morty/jessica, Nancy/Summer

Platonic: any of the family, ie morty & Rick, summer & Rick, Morty & summer, etc

Ultimate Spider-Man

Ships: spideynova, parksborn, spideypool, spideyfist, spideyflash

Platonic: spidey & the ultimates, spidey and nick fury, spidey and coulson, spidey and wolverine, spidey and stark, etc

To submit prompts please go to my writing blog, @sadiewritingco and use the ask box there. It’d help to keep things organized :)

I don’t think there’s anything else to add… I’m debating on making a poll after the prompts are closed again to see what the favorites are, depends on how many I get and if anyone says if they would want a poll or not

[shit-shat-darling]

Alright, so here it gosss-

Last song_ chikni chameli ( the amount of times I have listened to this is so surreal, love it)

Favorite color_ yellow always (it's looks shitty but haven't been able to get it outta my head since years)

Currently watching_been trying to finish gintama since a long time and may God help me I have been weak

Spicy/savory/sweet_ always always spicy>>

Current obsession_ oh man I have been fked by spideypool fics since March 2023 and *signs* I need help bro (also yaoi mangas stabilize me)

Well well well do or no do (entirely your choice)

@there-will-always-be-blood

@whumpster-dumpster

@whump-in-the-closet

@yorozuya-sama

@y-y-yorozuya (helps beat my gintama addiction)

@aro-ace-of-spades

@realbeefman

Nine people i'd like to get to know better:

Tagged by: @bell-of-indecision, thank you so much for tagging me <3

Last Song: Gmfu by Odetari,6arelyhuman

Favourite colour: Dark red, violet, pink

Currently watching: Death note, ep6

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Spicy

Relationship status: Single

Current Obsession: Mbti types and cognitive functions.

Tagging: @somin-yin @a-cloud-for-dreams @axepen @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @basic-bitch-alkali @rhysaka @blackknight-100 @squishywizardd @reykalot

[bunsofhoney]

The Bell Jar

I can see where it went wrong.

See, if you have a special sense that helps you detect danger, but there are certain people…well, one person in particular, who doesn’t set that sense off…

…and that person is also a highly trained gun-for-hire with a penchant for breaking rules and generally being an asshole…

You should probably tell him who your secret identity is.

Because, if you don’t, and if that secret identity happens to be a well-known super-scientist working on mutant genetics…well. He might end up kidnapping you.

Or, the one where Peter gets kidnapped by Wade and then Wade launches a rescue attempt and there’s whump all around. Even the villain is a big ole’ whump.

The Bell Jar is a Spideypool story that uses a prompt-a-day from @febuwhump.

[spintergem]

I can’t remember exactly where I saw it. But there was this enemies to lovers prompt I read a while back that got the ol’ creative juices flowing. So turns out the thing I wrote works really well with Spideypool. So like, here’s that little snippet of fanfic.

“Worse than I am”

Pairing: Peter Parker & Deadpool (Wade Wilson)

Word count: 1k

TW: blood, some language, bad self talk

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Peter stumbled through the doorway. He just can’t seem to lift his feet up high enough to not use the wall as a support. A few drops of blood fell from his lips and nose onto the hardwood floor. His eyes were droopy and glazed over with mist trying to keep up with his own feet as he swayed. There was a reason why he used the front door instead of his bedroom window. He grunted painfully while smearing the blood leaking from his nose across his cheeks with the back of his gloved hand.

Peter’s head snapped up tiredly with half lidded eyes as a loud bang sounded from down the hall. His spider sense screamed at him to leave the way he came. He knew he couldn’t take on another fight. Not like this. He bolted to the ceiling in an effort to disappear. As if his door closing didn’t automatically give him away.

“Spidey!” The playfully angry voice of a voice that haunted his nightmares echoed down the hall. “I’ve found your secret hideout at last. Won’t you come out to greet your guest!”

They turned the corner where Peter was hiding. Peter’s eyes widened as far as they could go as he abruptly crumbled to the ground from the ceiling. Coming face to face with Deadpool.

Peter couldn’t help the tears that welled up in his eyes.

“Spidey?” Deadpool no longer held a playful tone. “Who…?”

Peter tried to back away into the hallway but he tripped on his rug. Deadpool lunged for him. Gripping the fabric that clung to his waist. “Hey, hey… look at me. What happened?” Deadpool would’ve been able to cradle Peter’s face if he didn’t immediately attempt to wriggle out of the embrace.

“No. No… no no no.” Peter kicked and smashed his wreaked fists against Deadpool’s chest. Deadpool gasped with each strike because usually they were a bit more solid than that. Usually they hurt more.

“Spidey… who did this to you?”

“No no no. You can’t … be he-“ Peter’s mouth filled with blood and he unceremoniously sputtered on the thick liquid. Deadpool ripped off his mask frantically before trying to pull off Spider-man’s. “N’ stop!” Peter tried to fight back again but he was just too worn out and hurt to push Deadpool away effectively.

Deadpool pulled himself off Peter and stopped trying to take off his mask. His scars accentuated the concern lining his face. His own eyes were blank like his mask’s lenses. Peter could’ve sworn he could feel the shift in tone. No longer were they looking at each other as enemies.

“Hey, fuck, you need help. Look… I know I’m not the person you want to be helped by. Hell, I don't even know if you even like me. I don’t really care if you do. I’m going to help you-“

Through a dark thick voice stained red with his own blood, Peter cut him off. “You shouldn’t be—“

“No shut up. Shut up and look at me. Who… W-Who did this? Where?” The re-emerged anger in Deadpool’s voice hurt his throat.

“Wh-Why do y’care, Deadpool?” His voice broke.

“Why do I care?! You’re seriously fucking asking me that right now? God, you’re worse than I am.” Deadpool wiped at the blobbed tear tracks running down Peter’s ruddy cheeks.

Deadpool managed to maneuver them into a resting position against his floor. With Peter’s half covered face and shoulders were propped gently against Deadpool’s chest. His knees were clutched close between his trembling arms as he sat in the lap of Deadpool’s crossed legs. In any other situation, where-in he wasn’t physically compromised, he would’ve put up more of a fight.

“Are you gonna tell me who did this, or do I gotta ask Twitter?”

Peter sighed out shakily, dropping his head against Deadpool’s shoulder. He dug his tired face into the crook of Deadpool’s neck, taking a deep breath.

“Baby boy, you gotta gimme something.” Deadpool gently rocked them, running his gloved hand up and down Peter’s clenched back.

Peter took another deep breath before pulling his head away from its perch on Deadpool’s collar. He spoke in a hushed tone. “Lizard.”

“What’d he do, Spidey?”

“Claws, strength. Got the best of me. Caught me off guard.” The exhaustion was unmistakable.

“He still rampaging?”

Peter chuckled hesitantly. Deadpool could only guess how damaged Spidey’s internals could be at that moment if his laugh sounded that strange. “No.” A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, revealing the slight indent of a dimple through the mess of semi-dried blood.

“Good. He won’t be able to hurt you again. I promise.”

“No, Deadpool, don’t—don’t kill’m. It’s not even his fault.”

“Not his f— whose fault is it then, Mr. Spider know-it-all?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I disagree. Spidey asked nicely, that’s why.”

Peter’s head dipped again. “It doesn’t, D‘Pool.” His voice seemed to slur a bit. It made Deadpool’s heart jolt.

“Did you hit your head?”

Peter didn’t answer right away. “Not on purpose.” He grumbled.

“I wouldn’t think you would have.” Deadpool pulled Spidey closer, careful not to jostle him around too much. “Is it okay if I check?”

Peter stiffened. “Mask.”

“Yeah.”

“No.” Peter shook his head rapidly. He tried to get to his feet. But Deadpool held him down in a crooked bear hug.

Peter felt Deadpool’s hands cradling the back of his head. Pushing around every area of his head gently through the mask. He hissed as Deadpool went over the sizable bump near the base of his noggin.

“Damn, Spidey.”

“I’ll heal.”

“Sure. Not fast enough for me though.”

Peter slumped forward, almost ragdolling in a way against Deadpool. “M’tired.” It was all he could manage as an explanation for his sudden willingness to accept Deadpool’s help.

“Alright. But I’m waking you up every hour until you can say full words again.” Peter hummed in agreement before loosening his posture.

Deadpool gathered the mess of Peter’s limbs against his chest and strode further into the sad excuse for an apartment. The place was thrown about due to a little something Deadpool liked to call “research” so he couldn’t just lay Spider-man in his own bed.

“I’ll clean up. I swear. He doesn’t need this shit from me.”

Peter didn’t stir as Deadpool slowly with one hand moved off all the broken brikabrak strewn haphazardly across the unmade mattress.

“You don’t get to say that kinda shit right now. Shut the fuck up.”

Peter didn’t stir as Deadpool went around his apartment picking up everything he’d smashed or misplaced.

Deadpool gritted his jaw for the remainder of the hour. Only unclenching it to wake up Spider-man. Before immediately resuming his work.

“Why don’t I just take out the trash? I gotta stay here to keep him from going brain dead, idiot.”

Peter didn’t stir as Deadpool out loud, devised a list of things he was going to replace after he finished cleaning the apartment.