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Peter Paker was 25,old enough to know how to take care of himself and sleep in his bed like a grown-up person.
That was until a certain merc appeared in his life,loud,annoying and with an aversion to shutting up,despite how much he wanted to put distance between him and Deadpool,the man grew on him.
It had started like a friendship and they saw each other mostly on patrols,then they started to hang out at Deadpool's apartment and later on they felt comfortable enough to take off the mask and hang out as Peter and Wade.
It took some time for Wade to finally remove his mask,he had the deepest and most obvious crush on the younger man,anyone with eyes could see that (Matt would like to point out that you don’t need sight to notice it.) and he didn't want to scare Spidey away with his ugly face.
He had flinched when he finally let Peter take the mask off,looking anywhere but at him,he was ready to hear nasty comments,some people ever threw up but he hoped Peter didn't,his heart couldn't take it. You can imagine how surprised he was when Peter simply cupped his face and whispered sweetly
"there you are..."
Wade kissed him right after that.
They started dating and hanging out at each other's places (mostly Wade's for the luxury) and soon enough Peter started to stay him on weekends,then it turned into 'i stay at yours whenever i want,i crash at yours whenever i want and you do the same.
Peter always slept better when he was in Wade's arms...not that he would ever admit that of course.
He soon enough found out Wade was addictive,once he started sleeping in his arms there was no going back.
Wade had a contract that evening and he would be back tomorrow,he knew Peter's thought on his job so he tried to accept only when they were truly someone evil.
"i have to go for a job today,don't worry,be back by tomorrow" Wade casually announced while finishing suitting up,Peter hated many things and knowing Wade was out there alone was one of them,don't get him wrong,Peter knows how skilled his merc is but he also knows Wade has no self-respect and even if the man could regenerate he didn't want his boyfriend to get hurt.
"i know that look. I promise i will try to keep all ten of my fingers"
Peter crossed his arms over his chest raising an eyebrow
"it happened once. Won't happen again" Wade promised again but would YOU trust those words?
"alright" He sighed, holding out his pinky to the boy in front of him
"pinky promise" and somehow that was more reassuring than his previous words,Wade never broke a pinky promise
"pinky promise" Peter agreed hooking their pinkies together
He would be fine.
he absolutely won't be.
It was currently 11PM and Peter had decided to eat something just because Wade had texted him.
Wade- did you eat?
Peter- not yet.
Wade- eat.
Peter- i can take care of myself.
Wade- apparently not.
Wade- eat or i will cry ugly tears and annoy the guy I'm currently shooting
Peter- okay fine! 🙄
Peter- wait
Peter- are you texting me mid fight?!
Wade- oops
Peter- don't 'oops' me
Peter- are you mental?
Wade- is it a retorical question or are you blind?
Peter- stop texting me while in a deadly situation!
Wade- you keep texting me.
Wade- eat. Right. Now.
Peter- fine fine,just stop texting while guys try to unalive you
Wade- OMG you used unalive! I have such a great influence on you
Wade- petey?
Wade- spidey?
Wade- are you ignoring me? 🙁
Wade- rude.
Wade- i love you <3
Peter got up from the couch sighing,that would be the first time in weeks he ate dinner alone,they had some leftovers from the chinese takeout they ordered when they had that sleepover with Matt,he heat it up and sat back on his previous spot on the couch.
Wade had changed his life radically and he would never admit it but sometimes the merc felt like pure oxygen, if someone had told him he would end up being completely smitted over Deadpool he would've been horrified, but right now he wished he was there Filling every silence like only he could.
It was time for bed.
The silk sheets still smelled like him, a strange but not unpleasant scent. The smell of strawberry body wash mingled with gunpowder, filling his senses and giving him the painful illusion that his boyfriend was lying beside him.
He had gifted Wade that bodywash on a joke because the bottle was cute and it was from a japanese brand,they made everything look cute and Wade end up loving it.
He tried to find a comfortable position to settle in but the mattress felt like it had been replaced with thorns whose somebody had scented up in Wade's comfortable smell.
He groaned into Wade's pillow moving frantically around til he was laying on back staring at the ceiling
He was suddenly regretting every time he had told Wade to fuck off,every time he had told him to go away,that was karma wasn't it?
Stupid Peter,stupid. He cursed himself while sitting up.
He really didn't want to bother him...
Peter- are you up?
Peter- Wade?
Apparently not.
That was also karma for ignoring his texts earlier.
Bad Peter.
He lay back down, one arm draped over his forehead, his hair a mess from how many times he’d run his hands through it. Dark shadows had settled beneath his eyes, and his mind clung to anything that could give him even the slightest sense of familiarity, anything that reminded him of Wade
Peter ended up laying on his left side,phone clutched in his hand as he read past messages he and the merc had shared
Wade- did you like my little gift?
Peter- omg yes they are amazing thank you
It had been about some red roses Wade had gifted him on the day that marked their 1st month together,Wade had been worried it would be cringe and lame,Peter had loved them and had dried that bouquet up to always be able t look at it
Wade- spideyyyyyyyyyyyy
Peter- what?
Wade- how do you think a lightening tastes?
Pter- i don't know,aren't you immortal? Why don't you go find out.
Wade- omg you are right!
Peter- no wait Wade i was joking
Peter- Wade keep your ass on your fucking couch.
Wade- ooooo bossy,i like it! 😊
Peter- remind me why i decided to date you?
Wade- cause i am cute
Peter- true.
He wished he was there with him,god he missed him so much there was no way Peter would fall asleep at all.
Peter- hey Wade thank you for the hoodie earlier,when can i give it back?
Wade- petey-pie you can keep it,will keep you warm when you miss me!
Peter- as if i would ever miss you.
The hoodie.
THE HOODIE!
He jumped up as if he had found the cure for cancer (hah...i'm evil..get it?)
He walked over their shared wardrobe and pulled out one of Wade's oversized hoodies,that was all about hiding unfortunately.
Almost all of them were red ad he had a spider-man themed one...aww.
He decided on Wade's favorite one,the one he always wore when they went out,as previously stated,he liked hiding up,hoodie over baseball cap and when it wasn't too hot he would wear gloves so no one could see his hands,it saddened Peter every time but he understood why he did that.
He went back to bed all wrapped up in crimson fabric,it smelled like Wade but it wasn't enough. He tried taking t of and hugging it as if it was he mam himself but it was not the same,the hoodie was soft but it wasn't very huggable without someone in it.
Fuck everything.
Fuck everyone.
Fuck Wade for having a job.
And fuck past Peter for always being mean to Wade.
And fuck you readers too because Peter is grumpy he is sleepy he is sad and it's your fault too. Go in a corner and think about what you have done.
6:30AM
A red-and-black figure carefully opened the window and slipped inside, doing his best not to make a sound or risk waking the younger man.
Bold to him to assume there was someone to wake up.
"Wade..." A raspy voice came out from the tangle of sheets and hoodies,yes,hoodies,plural.
Wade jumped a bit startled but then turned around following the voice and there he was,Peter Parker looking like
"you look like a sad kicked little puppy...or spider"
He joked but got serious when he saw the state the younger man was in.
Hair a mess,eyes red and almost all pupil from lack of sleep (you'd wonder how i know eyes do that hu...)
And shadows under his eyes
"how much have you slept?"
The older man asked removing his mask and sitting next to his boyfriend
"bold of you to assume i slept at all"
"Peter,the writer already said that,it's getting repetitive for this fanfic"
in other occasions Peter would throw Wade a questioning look but he was just too tired and also too happy to see him.
"tell the writer I'm sorry" he mumbled rubbing an eye with his left hand,it's okay i forgive you Peter
"baby boy come here" he mumbled,embracing the man of spiders as tightly as he could
" They say they forgive you by the way"
"good..."
And just like that Peter was finally asleep
12PM
"we need to talk about this"
That was embarrassig,how could Peter look at him in the eyes and tell him he couldn't
"you can't sleep without me,can you?"
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WADE WINSTON WILSON STOP.
Peter let out a deep sigh
"i guess not..." He started to pick at his sleeves
"i guess i just miss you. Having you around me and...and god i sound pathetic but i even tried hugging your hoodie but it's not enough it doesn't have enough scent,it's not soft enough,it's not Wade..."
He refused to meet Wade's eyes
" Pete"
The older man moved in front of him lifting his chin up with a finger
"you don't have to be embarased about this,there is nothing wrong with htat and you aren't pathetic"
Wade Wilson was hardly serious but for Peter he would be anything
"your brain tries to attach himself to familiarity and my scent is one of these things,you are allowed to miss me,you are allowed to be human even if you are my little bug"
"arachnid" Peter corrected
"nerd."
"ignorant"
"i love you too"
Wade couldn't promise Peter he would ever have night time contracts but he could still find a way.
Operation make baby-spider sleep begins now.
Wow...you make me wanna throw up
"bitch you are the one writing this!" Wade looks up with absolute offence and Peter just walks past him throwing him a confused look.
After that Wade took in consideration what Peter told him,the hoodie wasn't enough because it was uncomfortable and felt empty to hug,but the scent was a plus.
He needed a break from thinking about that and did what he always did when he needed to turn off his brain (not that it was on normally that is)
So he opened instagram and among spider-man edits he made sure to save he stumbled upon a small creator's page,she was making a video showing the commission she got today,a wolverine plush,soft and she explained that plush was made for a client who texted her because he was having trouble sleeping and wolverine was her comfort hero,the item was designed to be held and simulated a human being at the best a thing made of fabric could.
It wasn't too big but neither too small and of course the size could be chosen,that would just increase the price.
That was the best thing Wade had seen today,he needed to tease logan about it,oh my god imagine a Deadpool plush all soft and cuddleable,maybe it wasn't a good idea to get one because Peter would totally replace him with the tiny Deadpool, especially when he was out on a job...BINGO!
Wade suddenly shot up with the biggest grin imaginable.
That was what Peter needed,a custom plush that looked like him and maybe he could keep it near him so it would be coated i his scent.
Deadpool-1 insomnia-0
He praised himself then stopped wasting time and texted the girl
@spidey-lover (yes don't judge me,i texted her with my spidey fanpage)
Hi,i saw the wolverine video and i was wondering if you could do a Deadpool one,medium size and if it was possible I'd love if the clothes were changeable my boyfriend has trouble sleeping when I'm not with him and he loves Deadpool
The girl, Erika responded
@erika_creates
Hii,i totally undertand him,who DOESN'T love Deadpool??
Well you certainly know how to make a girl blush,Wade thought with a little dramatic grin
"i could totally do it but it will take a bit because it's medium size and about the clothes yea sure,is it something specific you had in mind?"
Now Wade was about to do something really stupid,he wanted the plush to be able to be demasked and Wade's face to be there all scarred and all but how could he justify that?
He took a deep b reath and started typing
"this can sound da bit strange...but i would like the plush to have a civilian version,with my appearance i can provide a photo but it won't be a good sight i recommend not looking at it before or after food"
he sent the phots and the preferences with clothes etc...would that be dumb?
Is that even a question? He is literally Deadpool did you expect better?
The order was easily settled and Wade gladly payed her 80$ actually he offered to pay even more because she was a small business the qualiry was high and he had requested for a lot of extras so it was worth all the money in the world especially because it was for his Peter.
Wade tried not to spoil the surprise but he spoke about a ton of different thing sometimes his brain couldn't even keep up
(they don't call him 'merc with a mouth' for nothing)
"you know,spidey"
He began while swinging his legs over the edge of the rooftop one night
"i just can't wait to see your reaction to my present!"
Peter who was quietly sitting next to him,hearing him ramble looked at him
"you've got a present for me??"
Damn it.
The merc suddenly stilled,hanging his head backwards in annoyance
"no!" He wined
"i mean yes-shut up white-but i didn't want you to find out like this!"
He turned to face the spider-themes-hero wildly gesturing to himself
"this is my problem, see?-thank you yellow I'm sure he KNOWS I'm a mess!-i can't keep stuff to myself when I'm this exited over something!"
He looked so guilty it was honestly very adorable,even if Wade always stated
"Deadpool is not adorable!
Wade suddenly hissed jabbing a fib ger at him
"i haven't sayd anything"
"you've got the face" ah.
"what face?"Peter grinned
"the one you always have when you call me adorable. Deadpool is NOT adorable" he repeated
"maybe not" the younger man agreed
"but Wade for sure is,you might know him" the hero whispered his lips lifting in a nostalgic smile.
That had been their little game for a while,Peter Parker was spider-man's photographer and Wade Wilson was Deadpool's friend,they had quite the fun talking about their alter-egos as separate people.
And Wade had missed that game too.
"the scarred guy?" he asked raising a non-existing eyebrow
"yea i know that guy" he hummed thoughtfully
"i heard your photographer is fond of him"
That one was whisipered,almost as if he didn't know if he was allowed to even think that,the younger man's gaze softened,hand moving to cover the one already resting on the edge of the rooftop
“I wouldn’t say he was fond,” he explained quietly, his voice tender with affection. The merc tried to avert his gaze, but as soon as he did, a warm, gloved hand cupped his cheek, gently bringing their eyes to meet.
"Peter is completely smitten"
Peter whispered finally bringing their lips together through the mask making Wade smile softly into it
"This brings up old memories when a certain man covered in red spandex categorially refused to show his face"
"i think we are way over that don't you think,Pool?"
Peter whispered,fingers toying with the merc's mask,he didn't lie,he was toytally smitten with the man and he regretted nothing.
"aren't we?" The older man agreed tugging on his partner's mask
"there you are" Peter exclaimed when Wade's mask was off,he ran his hands over his chest and shoulders until he reached his face,the scars never bothered him once despite what Wade and other people often thought
"here i am,rotten avocado at your service" that earned him a playful punch
"you know i hate it when you call yourself names" Peter protested furrowing his brows
"well tell that to white" Wade murmured rolling his eyes jabbing a finger behind himself as if there was someone there
"well white is a bitch!"
A dramatic gasp
"you heard that white??"
[shut up,he is gonna leave us anyway]
{you always have to ruin our smexy moment don 't you?}
Before Wade could yell out in protest a pair of warm lips smashed against scarred ones int a gentle kiss
. . .
Finaly silence in his head,there was no yellow,no white,just the feeling of Peter's warm lips against his and the sound of his moans as Wade took control of the kiss,gripping his hips just the way Peter liked it.
They almost fell backwards when Wade pulled Peter in his lap arms around him like a starved man and that was his first meal
Tha kiss felt like an eternity,the city beneath them didn't matter anymore,never mattered when they were together
Hey pulled away to catch their breat,wade's blue eyes stared into Peter's chocolate ones,freakles accentuated by the warm blush seeping into his skin
"wow..." Wade let out after sometime
"you act as if we never kissed before"
"have we?
“i hate you
"no you don't
"no i don't"
He said leaning his head on Wade's broad shoulder
They looked at the skyline for a few minutes a comforting silence accompanying their little date (well technically patrol but shhh)
Until Peter smirked
"i have not forgotten about the gift by the way
Wade groaned into his curls making him laugh out loud.
It was perfect.
it was tiny and soft and adorable,the plush came in perfect conditions.
it wasn't small but it wasn't uncomfortably huge either.
The mini-deadpool came with a few of his outfits incuding a red spider-man hoodie in miniature.
he was honesty tempted to keep it for himself instead of giving it to Peter but hey...he could always request a spidey plush!
after all,mini-pool needed and deserved a mini-spidey.
Wade was so tempted to give Peter his gift now, but he wanted to perfect the plushie in the only way he knew how: by scenting it.
He’d read an article online about new mothers buying a toy and keeping it with them so the baby could get used to their scent and feel calmer.
He wasn’t a mother, but he was the boyfriend of a little red spider who couldn’t sleep.
So that’s what he did.
Wade kept the plushie with him whenever Peter wasn’t around. He cuddled it and had to admit, it really was very soft and cuddly. Well, that was the whole point of it, so fino ad ora stava facendo il suo dovere.
He needed to see if it would actually help Peter fall asleep when he wasn’t home.
Wade sat on the couch, squeezing Mini-Pool in his arms.
“Hello there, Mini-Pool,” he whispered, addressing the inanimate object. But what do you expect from a guy who hears voices in his head?
Wade suddenly lift his eyes off the plush to point to the ceiling
"you don't get to Junge me"
Sure.
After the usual exchange of opinions with the narrator, Wade turned his attention back to Mini-Pool.
“Oh, you are so gonna be loved when Spidey has you in his arms,” he murmured, a slow grin spreading across his face. “You are actually so cute.”
The plushie stared back at Wade with the same blank eyes as the mask.
“Until they take your mask off, obviously… Don’t tell Peter I said that.” Wade pointed a threatening finger at the doll’s face. “He hates hearing me talk like that, and I’ll tell you even more.”
He looked around suspiciously.
“Don’t even think for a second about betraying me. If you tell him, you’re finished.”
He got no answer from the plushie, for obvious reasons, but his face settled into a satisfied smile.
“I can’t be mad at you. You’re too cute to yell at.”
A few days passed, and keeping the secret from Peter became extremely difficult.
until one night he received a message from an u known number askinng if he was deadpool.
ah yea,the same question every time.
new day new contract!
and the pay was actually really nice.
that also means he would be away from his petey-pie such tragedy,he would stop his job if that meant being with Peter 24/7 but we can't always do that can we?
well he wants to but he also enjoys taking out bad guys.
it was finally time for the surprise!
He grinned getting mini-pool and his clothes
"petey-pie!!"
Wade yelled out following the voice that responded to him
"i have a contract and have to leave but this also means it's time for you to see the gift!" he was honestly so excited and a little embarrassed because maybe Peter wouldn't like having a miniature version of him,who would want a tiny Deadpool?
(i do.)
Peter was in the living room sitting on the couch when Wade called
"so i can finally find out what you have been hiding for days?"he asked and at the sight of the item his teasingly tone faded
little guy in a red and black suit
"a Deadpool plush?"
he murmured and Wade mistook it for disappointment
"well yes" he started rambling
"listen im sorry i should've knows it was lame" he got up and started pacing around
"Wade"Peter called out but got ignored
"i mean...you told me you had trouble sleeping when im not here and hugging the hoodie doesn't really work out so i found this account,they are really nice you know,and they made a logan one because you know this artists makes hero plushies and they appeared on my feed when i was scrolling on instagram showing a wolverine plushy,i still have to tease logan about that"
By that point, he was basically a machine gun
"Wade"
"and that girl had ASKED for it because she had trouble sleeping so i got excited and her for a customized deadpol plush and oh,you can also strip it,not in that way fuck it sounded bad,i meant you can change his clothes because i also asked them to make little clothes and they are based off my real outfits!”
he beamed and wildly gestured at the package near mini-pool
"you see i called him mini-pool and he is our son now,you can also take his mask off but i dont suggest that because he has my face and i want to keep him cute you know"
Peter's eyes softened sadly
"Wade,no..."
"it's got a tiny red hoodie,my guns,and then we have my fav jeans oh these make wonders on my ass,then oh you have to see it its a red spider-man hoodie and its tiny because it fits him!"
then his tone shifted when he saw Peter's face
"but i should've guessed it would be- i mean,why would you want a second deadpoll? one is already too much why add a second? stupid deadppl!!"Wade was about to be punch the plush when Peter quickly sat up and snatched it,clutching it close to his chest
"don't you DARE hurt mini-pool!" he exclaimed while throwing Wade a stern look
"you don't get to insult him he is perfect and its our son!"
Wade could only look at him with mouth agape as if Peter had declared war on Canada
"you like it?"
"of couse i do idiot,i love you if you still havent noticed"
"um,actually the thousand kisses weren't really clear"
"fuck you"
"later if you really want to"
then he saw Peter clutch the bag of clothes
"first of all you aren't stupid and you arent too much,you are enough for me and my heart,second of all he is now mine and i will protect mini-pool with my life"
that earned him a huff
"how dare you not get a mini-spidey,mini-pool will be lonely ad sad without his hubby"
he really hadnt meant to say this
"husband?"
wade raised a nonexistent eyebrow
"i mean_"
"oh nono you dont get to escape this now"he beamed with a smile
"you called me your husband"
"oh shut up"Peter whined as he became the same color as his suit
"whatever you say...husband"
Wade teased while hugging him close
"do you really have to go?"
"if i want to keep spoiling my little prince rotten then yes,also i need to get us and mini-pool a mini-spidey"
he kissed Peter gooodbye and jumped out of the window...now it was just him and mini-pool and oh if he would have fun playing with his new toy.
Peter had a brief dinner of one bowl of salad,Peter had bought it only because it was of those mixed packets one with lettuce,rocket and what Peter loved to call purple salad.
Frankly? it was horrible.
The vigilante managed a few bites before face scrunching in disgust
" damn nasty salad!" He muttered in complete offence, it felt like eating a really bitter medicine,but it was purple so he kept eating it anyway.
Mini-pool was pearched om the table in front of him looking at him with void eyes
" Don't look at me like that" he warned jabbing a finger at it
he got no response but havig something so familiar stare at him brought unexpected comfort
"you are lucky you are cute" Peter whispered to himself midbite,his eyes settled on the object he had to admit it was really well made.
As previously stated it wasn't too small but neither too big,just perfect to fit in his arms just like he usually was with Wade,must've done it on purpose.
the brunette finally finished his nasty purple salad mix and gently grabbed the plushy,moving to sit on the bed.
"hi mini-pool" he greated once again.
Even though it was only made of fabric, the little figure seemed to have the same lively eyes as his beloved, the same smug expression that hid beneath the mercenary’s mask.
Peter began to take a closer look at what was, for all intents and purposes, a miniature version of his boyfriend. It stood perfectly straight, dressed in the red-and-black suit Peter saw every day, standing roughly forty-four centimeters tall (17.32 inches, for you American friends.)
Wade had said the clothes could be changed, so Peter tried taking the mask off. It was a faithful reproduction of the leather mask Deadpool wore every day.
As soon as he removed it completely, the sight brought a soft smile to his face.
It was him.
Not Deadpool.
Wade.
His Wade.
scars and blue eyes cold as ice but never unwelcome.
He took off the rest of the suit,katanas first then guns and knives,he had to admit it was a very detailed plush,if you asked him that could be an action figure.
he stilled before removing the suit,was it wrong? how detailed was this thing? well its Wade its not like he would mind anyway,probably tease him but wouldn't mind.
For everyone's sake the plushy wasn't too detailed...you pervs.
That kind of disappointed Peter
" oh no anatomy?" he asked to the air while his gaze pierced the plushy
" wait why am i disappointed? This is all Wade's fault im turning into him!" he squealed in horrified voice.
he tried not to think about it as he pulled out the bag of clothes.
the first thing he took out from the brown bad were a pair of black jeans Wade was basically obsessed with,he imediately found the matching top,a deep red hoodie.
that was the 'Wade Wilson stan dard outfit back when they were till just friends Wade had needed help and texted him saying he was in civvies and usually when other heros said that it could mean any outfit choise,not waade.
Waade's civvi clothes were a pair of black boots,black baggy jeans tucked in,a baggy dark red hoodie over a black baseball cap.
that was it,he rarely wore anything else.
The items stood in his hands,he really had overdone himself
"just how much have you payd for this?" he asked his new unresponsive roomate
“No response, huh? Fine, fine. You’re adorable anyway.” He smiled, leaning down to place a little kiss on the plushie’s forehead. To his great surprise, the little thing turned out to be incredibly soft, and kissing its forehead didn’t feel strange at all from his perspective.
It proved to be a worthy temporary substitute. Maybe he could actually sleep tonight.
“But you know, maybe I could actually sleep with you, Mini-Pool,” Peter said, a fond smile on his face.
“I think that’s exactly what your job is, and you’re going to see it through.”
He declared this solemnly before pressing another kiss to its cheek.
“You’re so soft. Even softer than Wade.” He grinned. “I hope he planted a camera in you so he can get offended and act like I cheated on him!”
the next outfit was a deadpool inspired hoodie,red and black with the deadpool logo on the front,he gasped
"oh. My. God." he whispered while holding the clothing in his hands
"i want no,i NEED one!" he immediately pulled out the phone to text Wade
Peter- i dont care were you are but you WILL get me a deadpool hoodie.
Wade- what?
the brunette rolled his eyes sending him a picture of the mini hoodie
Peter- this but L or even XL i want to swim i it!
Wade- spidey asks,my spidey has 🤐
Peter- best boyfriend ever <3
Wade- I'm printing that on a shirt.
next was a miniature version of a spiderman hpoodie,red with webs that started on the chest,the hood even had the eyes printed on,that wasn't far from the reality,Wade did own spiderman merch much to Peter's dismay
" You really wanted this to be mini-pool hu Wade?" he whispered to himself once more "i think i decided"
and with that declaration he started to carefullydress the spiderman hoodie on the plushy
" one arm up..."
he murmured
" And one arm up" he hummed voice as sweet as honey
" There,al settled up" Wade's blue eyes stared at his brown ones just like he would if he was there...he really needed to stop thinking and talking as if Wade was dead every time he went on a mission.
For the jeans he chose a pair of grey ones he always paired with the hoodie.
"now you really look like Wade" he lift the plush slightly up and immediately smiled " you have the same annoying expression as him,i approve"
He smiled for a second before hugging him close to his chest
"you really help me cope his absence don't you?" He made conversation with the item before tucking his nose in the plushy's hairless head
Leather.
Gunpowder.
Shampoo.
that was Wade's smell
his eyes shot open suddenly looking around,for a moment he truly believed Wade was there
" Wade?" he called out and got up still holding the plush against his chest
" Love?" He asked again peaking around the corner,he didn't get a response.
Wade wasn't there. it was the plushy.
" you smell just like him...was that why he didnt give me the gift sooner?" a smile former unconsciously
" smart boy!"
A gush of wind came through the open window knocking off the bag revealing another item,it was a coat a very familiar one.
he had saw that coat on rare occasions,mostly in photos.
Wade called it Vanessa's coat,then he started feeling bad about mentioning vanessa so much while being with Peter he realized he had a problem letting go so he had given that coat a makeover,shorter sleeves,fixed the thears nd had made embrodered on the hem
Wade wilson
Peter wilson
It had been a mistake,the lady had read wilson for both instead of Peter parker,Wade didn't notice until he gifted sad coat to him.
"Peter...wilson?"
"yea,i thought- wait what?!"
It had been one nice mistake,Peter still teased him about it.
nd Wade had too
" first my heart and ow you steal my last name?!"
"that was lame"
" Proud to be"
other times they both reffered to it as ' pre weapon x coat' because Wade used to love that coat,never took it off,that was before he felt the new need to cover himself from head to toes.
After Peter found out he encouraged him to wear it more often and with it being Peter' gift it became shared property in their closets,Peter secretly thought it was really romantic. he is a loser in that way.
a yawn broke is thoughts,he was really getting sleepy,that was new,he usually couldnt sleep without Wade.
" little guy is working" he muttered before getting in bed,mini-pool pushed flush to his chest. It felt as if Wade was there,same scent,same clothes,who wouldve thought such silly thing could help so much? he felt his thoughts drift off as he nuzzled mini-pool's hoodie
"goodnight Wade"
And in an instant he was sound asleep.
. . .
That was a hard fall,Wade thought as he crashed onto the floor in the kitchen,he had definitely miscalculated the fall but it was raining and he was also sleepy,the adrenaline from the contract had left it's place to a tiredness seeped deeply in his bones.
he hoped he hadn't woken up Peter,would never forgive himself.
he glanced at the grey clock they kept in the room,3AM.
that was a best score of his,"good deadpool."
Immediately afterward, he turned around and did a little victory dance, accidentally knocking over a cup—fortunately, a plastic one
"bad deadpoo."
he had to take a quick shower,Peter would probably complain if he went in bed all sweathy...and bloody too.
Hafter getting a quick shower and the smell of violence off him he finally allowed himself a good rest.
"let's hope Peter fell asleep" he mumbled to absolutely no one while getting the hoodie over his head
"but if he wasn't he wouldve already greeted me so i guess that git was a success"
as anticipated he found the arachnid tangled inside the sheets,the plushy clutched tightly gains his chest
"oh cmon!" he whispered trying not to wake him up "you have to be kidding me"he looked at the sleeping figue completely stunned,he was adorable,ridicolously so.
Wade slowly layed beside him resting a gentle hand against his cheek observing his sleepy boyfriend.
he looked almost peaceful,he watched the raise and fall of his chest as he kept sleeping
then suddenly he heard a low whine
"Wade..."
the older man thought he had just misheard but then Peter's eyes started to open
"hey i'm here love"he reassured the brunette,wrapping an arm around him
"go to sleep okay?"all he got was an untelligent mumble as the spider went back to sleep,peacefully nuzzling both deadpools...what a weird sentece to write!
Peter woke up to the smell of pancakes. He would have preferred to sleep for a few more hours, but apparently neither of them had closed the curtains the night before. Intelligence had never exactly been Wade’s strong suit…
Wade!
Suddenly, he was wide awake—wide awake enough to trip over his own shoes. Wade couldn’t possibly be back already. And yet, once Peter had made it around the corner, there he was, wearing a ridiculous red apron with KISS THE COOK written across it.
Cliché.
Peter stared at him as if Christmas had come early.
“Wade, you’re back already?”
The question startled the older man, making him nearly drop his spatula.
"warn a guy next time!"he prostested with a dramatic hand against his chest making the young erman giggle in response "im sorry i was just happy to see you"
he admitted at last with a small smile and redness cripping over his neck
Wade smirked, flipping the pancakes he’d been cooking. “I know, I know. Hard not to miss me!”
That made Peter immediately regret his previous statement.
“And you ruined it,” he hissed, dragging out the last word.
“Your cruelty pains me,” the older man deadpanned, setting the two plates down on the table.
“Now eat before I revoke your pancake privileges.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” he admitted at last.
they sat down eating the pancakes Wade had lovingly made him before Peter glanced at Wade's plate
"how much maple syrup is there on those pancakes?" he asked with disableef as he watched the older man add more onto the already leaking pile
"spidey you should know by now that i am canadian!"
"how does this change anything?"Peter asked mouth full of delicious breakfast,he swore sometimes Wade was illogical..actually cross 'sometimes'
Wade dramatic ally slapped a hand on his chest looking at his boyfriend with a shocked face "it changes EVERYTHING!"
"whatever you say ,Wade"he mumbled deciding it was too early to deal with his bullshit.
Wade's eyes fell on the empty ad that had contained the plushy's clothes
"so did you like the gift?"he finally asked with the smile of someone who already knew the answer as soon as he saw Peter blush
"it was pretty expensive so you better worship it"he joked jabbing a finger at the man sitting across him
Peter was tempted to give him a scare but he knew his face had already given him away
"of course i did"he chose sincerity and good sappy feelings over Deadpooling around (Wade loved that term so much he uses it constantly)
"i mean" he started Attacking the pancake with his fork shaking his head "it helped me actually fall asleep,i also loved the clothes,i'm sorry but i think you've bought your own demise,i will totally cheat on you with mini-pool"he teased glancing once towards the room where he had left said item.
Wade stilled eyes wild with offence,mouth opening and closing like a fish
"excuse me?!"he got up
"Peter Benjamin Parrker take that back!" He demanded in a high pitched vice that didn't fail making the younger man huff a laugh
"alright alright...i guess i will,drama queen"he whispered the last part while getting uplikewise hugging the man close to his chest
the older man let himself melt against his boyfriend,pouring anyway "you are always so mean to me" he complained doing his best to let out a whine
"really?"he cooed "i'm sorry baby"Peter started scratching his calp the way he knew he loved
"that was the best gift ever,especially deadpool hoodie-still waiting for mine by the way-"he reminded gently making the mercs mile knowingly "i know,im working on that
"good boy"Peter praised
"kinky"Wade husked moving his nonexistent eyebrows up and down
"perv."Peter said pushing him away but Wade saw the corners of his mouth twitch
Now that plush was in my dear baby spider's hands and arms! if you were wondering i am writing this little piece myself yes hi it's your fvorite (and only) Deadpool!
3 times spidey REALLY needed that gift.
. . .
"shit,shit,shit"Peter muttered through gritten teeth,he was swinging through the city trying nt to faint from blood loss.
he had messed up,the sharp sting on his left side kept reminding him of it,he hadn't slept much with all the stuff he had to do,he had decided to go on patrol despite running on 3 hours of sleep and spite.
he should be better than this,he knows he shuld,that was an easy mission and he had managed to fuck it up and get himself stabbed not once but twice as his movements were unfocused and his brain thought in slow motion,after dealing with that he had tried swinging back home and managed to faint on his second swing,his suit was thorn and Tony had just fixed it goddamn it!
he had to tell him he had damaged it again later but he had a feeling he would be more angry about not being called to help.
He could feel his head pounding,the rain hitting his half-ripped mask shivering in the coldness! Damn spider thermoregulation
His only goal was arriving home safe without ending up in a coffin. was that too morbid? he had bigger problems at the moment.
the vigilante felt his consciousness slip mid -swing he couldn't let that happen,after a desperate pinch he finally crashed though the window breaking i completely.
he didn't even feel the pain as he landed on the floor surrownded by shards and rain that was currently pouring in the room for obvious reasons.
Wade would be there soon and he would be so dead. the merc had left him alone for some hours so he could get groceres,the plan was they went to patrol TOGETHER and Peter had promised him together,stubborn as ever he had gone alone,he was so so so dead. he hoped Wade would be too occupied being hppy he survived to lecture him,IF he survived...no that was bad thinking he needed to stop doing that!
"fuck"he cursed again as he tried to crawl to the other room,as soon as he tried to move a sharp pain ran though his body from his left side,he defenitely had some broke bones but thankfully he had a healing factor,it wasn't as memorable aas Wade's but he would be okay even without stitching right?
the arachnid crawled over stilling on the floor near the bed,the plushy was there waiting for him so he took it,there was no way he could stitch himself in those conditions so all he could do was wait for his healing factor to do it's magic.
Wade came back 30 minutes later shopping bags in hand and he didn't need a spider sense to know shards and blood on the floor were a bad sign.
and he knew exactly WHY,he just oped to be proven wrong.
"Peter?" he asked with shaking voice as he approached their room,the window was completely brokwn and the shards were laying around on the floor like a gust of cruel snow. his eyes followed the bloody trail til they stilled on the very familiar figure in red spanex laying on the floor right beside the bed,an object clutched tightly as the man layed in a pool of blood
"Peter?!"the older man yelled out running to kneel beside the boy he so much adored "are you awake? answer me!"he jostled him around dreading the worst unil Peter's groggy voice relieved him
"Wade...?"Wade honestly didn't know what he was doing when his hand landed on the hero's arm
"you fucking idiot i told you to wait!"he yelled at him while carefully picking him up bridal style,broken ribs and 2 stab wounds,h carried him to the bathrroom,with needle and thread trying to thread the needle with shaking hands just then he realized what Peter was clutching,the deadpool plush.
his eyes filled with tears and the man didnt really kow itf it was because of the scare Peter gave him or the fact even while bleeding on the floor he sought safety in that item. but he would be sappy later,he had a job to do.
"this will hurt like ab bitch and maybe you deserve it for what you did" the older man warned as he started to stitch up his boyfriend.
the burning was almost impossible to withstand,hot tears an along his cheeks as he squeezed the plush tightly
"i know baby i know just a little bit"wade reassured while closing the first stab wound
"you are doing amazing,good boy you are such a good boy" the merc praised running a hand on his brown locks
Peter couldn't really hear him under all that pain that was consuming him,the only thing giving him comfort was the hand in his hair and the soft stuffed toy in his arms
Wade s finished in 10 minuts ( listsn might be inaccurate but ive never been stabbed and then stitched up by my merc boyfrien,i wil soon try it and let you know if itv reallyy takes 10 minutes, will post results on insta @hiza_tsugikuni....for legal reason i am joking,but follow me anyway for more content and updates!)
But for Peter might've been 10 hours,his eyes were red from crying and his hair disheveled from him nuzzling the toy,Wade tri4ed to clean him up as gently as possible before leading him to bed,mini-pool also needed a clothes change as t was currently covered in Peter's blood just like Waade's hands had been.
Peter was peacefully laying on the bed,plush still in his arms as if it was pure oxygen but unfortunately he needed to take it earning him a small whine that broke Qade's heart
"hey i'm going to take it just for a moment okay?"he gently asked placing a small kiss in his hair
"i will change his clothes then mini-pool will be back t fulfill his duty as protector,alright?"Peter was reclutant but as he saw the worry and sincerity in his boyriend's eyes he slowly let go of what had been his anchor for the time being.
Wade changed his clothes (quite literlly in a way) and gave it back to Peter (leaving it blank so you can imagine whatever clothes you want it's absolutely not because I'm lazy).
as soon as he heard the steps,Peter opened his arm for the plush or for Wade he didnt mind,maybe both worked.
"okay...now i feel the need to yell your ears off but i think life had punished enough and we will have this conversation tomorrow" Peter made the mistake of complaining so now he was going to be lectured.
"what were you thinking?"he asked holding his chin up so the younger boy couldn't advert his gaze
"i didn't think i would be that sleepy"was the pathetic excuse he mumbled out
"but hey at least im alive"he tried with a small smile..wrong move because Wade looked at him as if he had grown seven more arms
"Peter i love you but you are an absolutely fucking idiot and if I DEADPOOL has to tell you this you are completely fucked up" he stared deep into his eyes as if he was trying to get to his very soul
"you didn't die it's true,but what if he had?"his eyes filled up as he bit a chapped lip "what if i had come home with bags full of things you love and eat cuddled against me"his vice boke right there anger mixing with fear and sorrow "and then i had found you on the floor dead,what if you had died and left me forever carring the guilt of not being here on time?" Peter's smugness fell as he watched the tears fall on him "you don't get to treat as your life was disaposable" then he broke into a humorless laugh "god im getting dejavo and you know why...?" Peter looked at him unable to answer him,his own eyes tering up as the voice caught in his throat "because that's what YOU told me when i kept o getting into suicide missions so for once,just for once...listen to your own advice" he finally pulled him close sobbing into the smaller man's neck,Peter unable to contain his owns for longer "im sorry" he tried and Wade shushed him "if you are sorry promise me you won't ever do something like that again" Peter looked at him opening his mouth to protest,he couldn't promise never getting hurt it was his job,wade seemed to read his mind cause he blocked him "im not asking for you never to get hurt im asking youb to be careful with yourself,not go on patrol alone with 3 hours of sleep"
"they are four" Peter weakly protested earning another death stare "i dont care. promise me i will not find a dead boyfriend just because he is too stubborn to wait 30 minutes for his stubborn merc to get home."Peter could only nod "i promise..."
And Wade calmed slightly down as he cuddled the man close "now sleep...or i will haunt you forever" "that is something you would do" Peter mumbled before falling against hm in a peaceful dreamless sleep.
. . .
if there was one thing Peter new it was his body was unable to get sick,no colds,no viruses nothing at all.
so why was he feeling like he had seven elephants sprawed over him?
wade woe up earlier than Peter,usually he was the one taking care of the errands,he had to go out and hopefully return before his spidey woke up without him. The horrors!
The lights from the unclosed courtains functioned as an allarm...iiif it was a fanfic like the others,in this one Wade cant be woken up from a bit of sunshine,that's why he had set not one but two allarms.
turning them off the merc sat up devastated by the implications of the sound
"evil little thing,i was sleeping!" He hissed trying not to wake Peter up,he was quite the heavy sleeper but Wade didn't want to risk it anyway.
after his fight withvsaid alarm,he bent slightly to place aa feathered kiss on the man's forehead wincing slightly.
As soon as his lips made contact with his skin, he could feel just how much hotter he was than usual. It startled him, but knowing about the effects of the spider bite, the merc didn’t worry about it too much. He simply got ready to leave for his morning routine.
Peter woke up much later with the feeling of a herd of mad cows stampeding back and forth inside his head.
A runny nose and the delightful sensation of Wade’s katanas stabbing him in the throat.
Great day to be alive, isn’t it?
Was it dramatic?
G. R. E. A. T.
He tried to sit up and get himself some ibuprofen for the mess going on inside his head, but as soon as the covers slipped even two inches off his body, he shivered violently.
wasn't it supposed to be August? when did it suddenly become December?
He took a deep breath, only to quickly discover that his nose wasn’t cooperating. He felt like absolute shit.
He couldn’t be sick, could he? He hadn’t been sick in literal ages. The spider bite had made his immune system wipe out any bacteria or viruses before he could even feel the symptoms.
Maybe it was just something temporary? He decided he should contact Tony and ask him what was going on.
Peter:hey dad (I STAND WITH IRON DAD AND SPIDER SON IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT GO AWAY)
the response came immediately...Peter's gaze softened as a small smile appeared where a forwn had been
Tony:hi Pete,everything alright?
Tony: you caught the virus too didn't you?
Tony: always told you to wear a heavier jacket.
Peter: how do you know?
Tony: because steve and bucky got sick too,Bruce and his experiments. accidentally caused a virus able t infect little spiderlings
Peter: im 25
Tony: yes,spiderling. anyways its just a common virus,drink some tea take some medicine and experience being a normal human again
Peter: very funny.
Tony: i know. love you,text if you need anything, can even send happy to get you
Peter: no i am fine dont worry,love you too. and tell uncle Bruce to hide when i get there next time 😊
Tony: god help him.
(YES I STAND WITH UNCLE BRUCE IF YOU DONT LIKE IT GO THE FUCK AWAY)
So Bruce made a super virus. Nice.
"where is wade when i need him?"he mumbled to himself while laying back in bed his arms finding the now familiar plush.
He decided to text wade,he was sick and he was pretty sure he had a fever.
Peter: i want soup
Wade: i know baby,Tony texted me. i'm on my way right now.
he thanked god for Tony's thinking. at least he didnt have to explain to |Wade what happened. not that he could,he felt his brain slowly being put in a blender,he wasnt sure how long could he stay lucid.
His throat was slowly killing him every time he swallowed, and for a moment, he blamed Wade. He had to blame someone, and his mind had already forgotten about Bruce. His conscience was already going straight to hell.
Eventually, he got up, wrapping the thick blanket around his shoulders like a cape, and slipped into Wade’s slippers because they were warmer.
The goal was simple: make himself a cup of tea. Wade had bought a new flavor with a bunch of mixed fruits.
“Will our hero accomplish his mission?” he asked Mini-Pool, his voice nasal because his nose was completely stuffed.
Yep. Definitely gone.
His senses felt dulled. He tripped over his own shoes on the way to the kitchen. There were still dirty dishes in the sink from the night before, and the whole place was a mess, as usual, but he couldn’t care less. He grabbed a clean cup from the cupboard. Ironically, it was a Christmas mug—they still hadn’t bought any other cups because they always forgot.
He filled the kettle with water and tried to light the stove… without the lighter.
It took him a couple of seconds to realize what was wrong. He stared at the burner, waiting for it to light, before finally looking at it properly and realizing his mistake. He then hurried to grab the lighter.
“Have I lost my goddamn mind?” he whispered, letting himself collapse into the nearby chair.
He sneezed, and his headache intensified.
With shaking hands, he took a deep breath and poured two teaspoons of sugar into his cup, already preparing the tea bags. He felt worse with every passing second. He tried to find the ibuprofen in the cupboard, but his eyes started watering, and eventually he gave up and slumped onto the couch, the plushie pressed against his chest.
He closed his eyes, feeling his head pounding and his ears ringing.
He tried to distract himself by turning on the TV. He had a favorite show, a cartoon about a very famous blue cat.
He had wonderful memories tied to that cartoon. It went all the way back to the time he accidentally ate some drug-laced candies and felt so awful that, when Wade came home, he felt guilty and stayed with him. They ended up watching that same cartoon together, with Wade commenting on every scene just to help distract him. From then on, the cartoon had become theirs, and whenever either of them watched it, they thought of the other.
He looked down at the object he had been cuddling the entire time.
“You’re right,” he mumbled, half-asleep.
“Sometimes Wade does act like Darwin,” he murmured, as if Mini-Pool had actually spoken to him.
He couldn’t seem to get warm enough. He tried to nuzzle closer, hiding his face against the plushie.
He let out a low growl that could have given the Hulk some competition.
“Your big self is so slow…”
Peter didn’t realize it, but his perception of time was completely fucked up.
He had spoken to Wade only five minutes ago.
To a feverish person, it might as well have been hours.
He rolled onto his back and held up the plushie.
“You’re cute, just like him,” he smiled, panting from the struggle of trying—and failing—to breathe through his nose.
The plushie, of course, remained silent.
“You’re better than him. You’re right here, entertaining me and comforting me.” He sniffled. “I feel like shit,” he mumbled to himself.
He made himself as comfortable as he could before pulling the plushie close and closing his eyes.
“I love you, Mini-Pool. You’re the best boy,” he praised the toy.
The door suddenly opened and Wade ran into the kitchen...Peter didn't really know why
"love did you leave the kettle on the stove??"
"oh..right i was making tea"he wasn't even speaking to himself,he was speaking to the little Deadpool in his arms.
Wade was honestly so glad Peter hadn't blown up the house,surprisngly so given the fact he had a real talent especially when it was Tony's lab.
"you are really gone aren't you?" He muttered shaking his head in disableaf.
Peter was too focused on the plush in his hands to answer his boyfriend,mini-pool before anything else.
Wade turned the stove off filling peter's cup ith the water careful not to get himself burnt in the process.
“Here you go, you disaster of a hero,” he teased playfully.
Peter took the mug with shaking hands. “What’s this?”
The merc simply stared at him for a few seconds, wondering just how high his fever was.
“The tea you were making earlier?” the man prompted, half worried.
After a little struggle with the thermometer, they finally managed to get Peter to hold still. Of course, it was all thanks to Mini-Pool.
The plushie had some inexplicable power to keep Peter calm, even in his delirious state. It was only because of it that Peter stayed still long enough for Wade to actually take his temperature.
He watched as his boyfriend cradled the plushie against his chest, half-asleep, inhaling deeply as he took in its scent.
. . .
39c (102 for my american friends)
no wonder Peter was out off his mind!
He rushed to the cabinet taking out an ibuprofen compress
"okay Spidey,take this so you can maybe not die on me from a common cold"
The older man tried but the feverish boy on the couch refused,hiding his face in the miniature version of hi boyfriend like a child.
"Peter you need to take your medicine" wade tried again but he refused
"peter if you don't take this medicine i will cry"but still nothin,Wade took a deep resigned breath
"if you don't take this medicine minipool will cry" he deadpanned
As soon as wade said that,Peter lift his face and with aa little pout he opened his mouth swallowing the bitter pill with his tea (little fun fact at the end...)
Wade was a little offended THT was what took Peter to accept the pill
"i will pout heavily when you sober up,but now now because i still needed to take care of you,i'm a good boyfriend unlike someone else!"he tried crossing his arms but the latter didnt really pay attention to him too occupied with is toy.
"fine,im gonna go and make you some soup..EVEN IF TYOU DON'T DESERVE IT"he yelled while going in the kitchen.
His soup was an easy one,water,carrots,curry,curcuma,potatos,bell peppers,some chilly flakes and sometimes glass noodles or ramen noodles (another fun fact at the end)
Meanwhile our little sick spider was happily in his own feverish world full of nothing but min-pool
When wade came back with a steaming bowl of soup he found a sleeping Peter covered from head to toeas with the blanked and maybe he would eat the soup later,for now wade would just leave him to sleep.
. . .
The fight had happened out of concern and love.
Wade and Peter never fought. They loved each other too much to throw their relationship away over arguments. Usually, communication came easily to both of them, but sometimes adrenaline played cruel tricks.
A building had collapsed, and if it hadn’t been for Deadpool, Spider-Man would have been crushed to death.
If he had been even a second too late, he would have had to watch his boyfriend die right in front of him.
And that’s where it all began.
“You can’t always do this, Peter!” he yelled at the man in red, gripping his shoulder as tightly as he could.
Peter had done it for the greater good, like he did with most things. He had seen a child in danger and saved her, taking her place beneath the falling bricks.
"wade i had to"
"no you didnt!"wade spat feeling bile rising,the sher thought of losing him made him sick but he couldn't tell Peter in that state so he just yelled at the man he loved so much
“You could’ve saved her without turning it into a suicide mission!”
Peter had had enough of being yelled at. With a quick movement, he pulled his hand away from Wade.
“Stop it. It wouldn’t have been the first time. It already happened once, and I got out.”
He had meant to reassure Wade, but instead, he only managed to fuel his anger.
“I don’t care if it’s already happened! You can’t treat yourself like you’re disposable!”
That made the younger man fall silent for a second, his eyes widening beneath the mask before Wade aggressively yanked it off.
“You always think you can die and that it’s fine if it’s for the greater cause, but it’s just BULLSHIT!”
At yet another shout, the arachnid pulled away from the mercenary, furrowing his brows.
“I’m not a child. Stop treating me like one,” he hissed, already walking away, hoping Wade would leave him alone. But the older man followed him.
“I will when you stop acting like one!” He grabbed Peter’s wrist, trying to stop him from walking away, but Peter abruptly pulled free and turned to look Wade straight in the eyes.
“Listen here.” His voice was impossibly low, carrying a hint of coldness. “I don’t need you to baby me. I don’t need you to watch over me. I don’t need you at all. I never did!”
Wade flinched.
“I don’t need you slowing me down. You can’t try to scold me while being a horrible person yourself!”
And with that, he shot a web and swung away.
Wade could only stand there. He stared at the spot where Peter had been only seconds ago, unable to process what had just happened.
They had never officially moved in together. Peter had simply started sleeping at Wade’s more often than not, though most of his things were still at his own apartment. And that was exactly where he went after taking the only important object he had at Wade’s.
You can all guess which one.
He didn’t want to be with Wade or see his face. He didn’t want to hear his stupid voice or share a bed with him.
Mostly because he knew Wade was right.
He had done something reckless when he was always telling Wade not to behave like that. He was being deeply hypocritical, but pride prevented him from admitting it.
So he ended up alone in his own bed, hot tears already streaming down his cheeks by the time he arrived.
The apartment was colder than he remembered, but it wasn’t one of his problems.
Without even changing out of his suit, he went to bed, clutching the plushie he had taken with him.
It was ironic isn't it? Finding consolance in the same person you claimed to hate the face of.
The same person you had yelled at.
The same person you had called a murderer
The same person you called a monster,horrible.
Maybe he deserved being left a,one.
The tears grew ticker
"i never meant any of those things" he whispered through the sobs looking straight at mini-pool
“I know how hard you try.” Another sob shook his body.
“I know how many things you’ve changed just to be with me, just to make me happy, and I spat on all of your efforts.”
The toy remained silent, staring back at those tear-filled eyes.
“I hope one day you can forgive me. I can’t imagine a world without you. Waking up in the morning and reaching over, only to find that the spot beside me had been untouched all night. Waking up and never hearing your voice waking me up again. I can’t imagine having to learn how to live without you.”
His words were barely comprehensible, drowned out by the sobs wracking his body with every word the spider managed to get out.
He ran his thumb over the plushie’s cheek, remembering WHY it existed in the first place.
" he could've told me to get over it" he started
" He could've ignored it but instead he spent more than 70$ on a dumb toy just to make me able to fall asleep without him,and now.." He almost couldn't finish the sentence " now i will have to fall sleep without him forver" he layed down beside the plush replaying the conversation in his head over and over again.
It was over wasn't it?
" I hope one day you can forgive me" he mubled once again,placing a wet kiss on the toy's soft cheek
"i would if that kiss was given to me instead"
A low voice rumbled from the window
It was wade in full deadpool gear.
After the fight he had went in their apartment finding it empty,all of Peter's things were there except for the deadpool plush,and Peter was nowere in sight,he was Deadpool but he was not dumb,he knew he wouldve found him there and he was right.
Peter didn't know how to react.he didn't know what to say,he waned to say so much,hug him,say how sorry he was but the words were blocked in his throat.
So Wade took the lead,slipping im from the window and sitting next to is bed,careful not to crowd him.
"i never meant that" Peter started frantically
" I know" wade responded offering a hand the younger one took
" I never thought for on second you meant all of that,and i have to apologize too"
" For what? You?" Peter slowly scooted closer wiping his face with a hand
“Because I’ve been harsh too. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that. Could’ve handled it better, huh?”
He tried for a weak smile, hoping to make his Spidey smile again, and the corners of his lips twitched upward.
“Maybe we’re both idiots.”
It seemed impossible, but the sobs that had wracked his body until then had finally faded, giving way to small sniffles and quiet sighs as he tried to calm his ragged breathing.
He had always had that effect on him.
" Maybe?" Wade humored him "you meant DEFINITELY!" He shifted a bit approaching him " can i?" He asked before wrapping his arms around him because consent is hot
" Maybe next time we can talk like normal people instead of screaming at each other under the rain?" Peter suggested while drawing shaped with his finger on wade's chest
" Maybe" h whispered kissing hiss soft curls " but you ave to admit it was indeed dramatic...would totally fit into the fanfic" he casually mentioned,breaking the 4th wall once again.
" I still dont know what you are talking about" Peter confessed moving slightly in order to look into the man's blue eyes
" Oh don't worry about spidey,the others will understand" he reassured the little arachnid leaning in for a small kiss
" Who are the others?" He got no answer as wade's chapped lips came in contact with his pink ones.
A tender kiss much needed for both heros,after sickness,insonia and dumb fights they deserved a good make out session.
They parted smiling into each other's arms when wade bumped his arm on the plushy
" We definitely need to buy him a mini-spidey,I'm sick of you preferring him" Wade declared with a pout
" We will wade,we will" the younger one reassured him while cuddling up against him once more,wade pulled the covers on both of them as spidey's eyes started to drop.
Every time Wade used the Spiderman plush??