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Pairing: Spidey-Pool (Deadpool/Spider-Man) • Credits: DeadChemicalRomance - • • Deviantart • #spideypool #spideypoolfluff #spiderman #peterparker #deadpool #wadewilson #marvel #kiss #otp #gayship #fluff
SpideyPool time!!💞💝💞💝💞💝💞💝💞💝💞💝💞💝💗💖💞💖💞💖💞💖💞💖💞💖💞💖💞💖💞💖💞💖💞💖💞 ° ° ° #marvel #marvelforever #spiderman #deadpool #spideypool #spideypoolfanart #spideypoolfluff #spideypooledit #spideypoolcomic #spideypoolforever
Peter had been in college for only a couple of months, which meant he had been away from his boyfriend for a couple months. Peter had told wade he didn’t want him to stay in his dorm with him because then he wouldn’t any work done whatsoever. Eventually Christmas came around and he decided he would stay over at wades. Of course the first couple of hours he’s there, wade gets a little more affection than Peter had prepared for. He didn’t push him away or anything though, he loved every second of it because wade wasn’t the only one who was deprived of his boyfriends love. He wasn’t able to make Hickeys on wade due to his healing factor, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t show him any love because he sure as hell did. The two were cuddled up close to each other on the couch. A large fleece blanket was wrapped around the both of them as they watched the hallmark movies that always played around Christmas. The fireplace was lit as snow covered everything outside in a white blanket. The small tree the both had them had pitched in to buy was lit with the LED Christmas lights with presents ranging from big to small. . . - dm to rp this - {ignore the tags} . . . . #spideypoolrp #deadpool #spiderman #gayroleplay #spideypoolfluff #gayboy #spideypoolfanart #avengers #tonystark #wadewilson #peterparker #wadexpeter #spidermanxdeadpool #captainamerica #ironman #deadpool #stanlee #marvelstudios #auntmay #openrp #drstrange #ironstrange #tagsomeone #lgbt #pride
I didn't know what to post or am just to lazy to actually post anything... so spideypool!!💗💞 ° ° ° #marvel #marvelforever #spiderman #deadpool #spideypool #spideypoolfanart #spideypooledit #spideypoolfluff #spideypoolcomic #spideypoolforever
Its a SpideyPool edit I did cause its all black and white, so I wanted to edited it to make it more colorful!💖💕 ° ° ° #marvel #marvelforever #spiderman #deadpool #spideypool #spideypoolforever #spideypoolfluff #spideypoolfanart #spideypooledit #spideypoolcomic
Peter was running away. He was running away from New York, away from it all. On the day of his birthday at midnight he had his bags packed and his note for May ready. He wasn’t just rubbing away for attention and kicks, no, it was more than that. May wasn’t home as often, but Peter was. He saw every man she had brought in the house and every hookup she had. Could he really blame her though? I mean after after about 16 years of living with a kid that’s parents and uncle had just died, it’s not just heavy on the kid, it heavy on the caretaker as well. It wasn’t just the men, he was tired of being bossed around and pushed around by his boss and other people as Spider-Man, so he would go be Spider-Man somewhere else. Peter had left a note on Mays nightstand and a message for Tony before he had thrown his phone out the window, effectively smashing it. He had been fine for a couple months now, search parties had stopped looking for him and he was glad for that, although he new Tony would never stop, but that’s a problem he would deal with much later. Peter traveled around in a small blue van, blankets clothes and snacks all scattered around in the back and a small bed made for him when he wanted to sleep. At Age 18 Peter had found a way to make his own money, spending most of his time at bars and finding the loneliest male and asking if he wanted a blowjob, or sex for a price. In the first month of doing so he had already gathered up about 3 thousand dollars, considering he upped the price every time. After a while he had stopped doing this though, he found the dominant males to be getting much rougher and didn’t like the fact he would be back on the road all bruised up. From New York to California Peter was having one hell of a time by himself, that is until he stumbled upon a rather interesting looking man at a Denny’s early in the morning. After staring for a while he was eventually caught and found the male asking him if the seat in front of him was taken. “Uh- oh, no” he stammered out, a smile creeping on to his lips. . . -dm to rp this- . .
Peter was a small kid, now when I say “small kid” I don’t mean a short 13 year old kid, no. Peter was a 23 year old male who was scrawny and pale looking, who lived in a small apartment in LA, that apartment wasn’t his though. At age 18 Peter had left his aunts house to live with his boyfriend who was physically and sexually abusing him. Not knowing that it was entirely wrong Peter had stayed with him for two years before it was brought to his attention by one of his friends from “work” that the whole situation was wrong, and that he needed to get away from him. Now at age 23 he was unfortunately brought into another physically abusive relationship, usually leaving to work with bruises and cuts that he was forced to cover up with makeup his boyfriend would buy him, just for that purpose. One day after Peter had gotten home late from his day of patrolling as Spider-Man, he was ready to be met with a punch to his face, which he was right to assume since he was greeted by a slap across the face as he had walked through the door which slammed violently behind him. Peters face stayed emotionless as the much stronger and louder male yelled and screamed at him for being 10 minutes late. The male violently gripped Peters face and told him to ‘look him in the eyes as he was speaking’ but his loud yelling quickly turned into a sudden silence, his eyes widened. Suddenly a loud thud was heard as he had fallen to the floor, a large puddle of blood quickly surrounding him and making Peter panic. The scrawny boy quickly rushed to the phone to call the ambulance but was quickly stopped as a much larger male in a spandex suit reached his hand out to stop him from picking up the phone. Peter didn’t have that much time to react because soon enough he was knocked out from a blow against his head. . . . -there’s an extended version of this, dm to rp it-
{yes I realize the caption does not have to do with the photo) Peters wings were quite annoying. He never knew why he had them, he just new they were there. His parents never really did try to hide his wings, they didn’t want to put any stress or anxiety on him to hide his wings, so they let him be, and he began known to many people for his strange feature. Everywhere he would go he would be starred down or even approached to be questioned, which annoyed him. After 22 years people still didn’t know how to control themselves, still questioning and starring at him whenever he crossed their paths. Here’s the thing, peer never really used his wings, they were mostly just /there/ and Peter thought he would be seen as a threat to people. Things were always hard for him. Peter sighed softly, he was on the bus home and as per usual people starred, and it didn’t help that he had to keep his wings so close. After getting off the bus he made his way home with his groceries, walking in his apartment and sighed as he plopped down on his bed turning in the news as he heated himself up some Ramen. The news was boring, an Peter found no interest in it, he only used it as a background noise so he didn’t feel so alone, that was until he heard something that caught hit attention. “Male found near beach with large angel like wings.” The words had shocked him and he quickly rushed over to the tv to see a male, larger than him with- hold on- why are his wings...white...Peter watched as interviewed flooded around him and questioned him, and watched as he tried to escape them “wade Wilson, are you aware that there are more of you? Wade Wilson, how did this happen? Wade Wilson” the questions went on and on but all Peter could focus on were his beautiful wings. “Wade Wilson” he mumbled to himself before realizing where they were “wait a minute...THATS THE BEACH DOWNTOWN?!" He shouted at his tv “h-he lives in the same town as me?! Oh fuck!” He shouted, but his excitement soon faded as the lights all went out. Another black out, sending him to bed early. Peter woke up the next morning, with the soul purpose of meeting this “Wade Wilson” or at least accidentally bumping in to him.
Peter was running away. He was running away from New York, away from it all. On the day of his birthday at midnight he had his bags packed and his note for May ready. He wasn’t just rubbing away for attention and kicks, no, it was more than that. May wasn’t home as often, but Peter was. He saw every man she had brought in the house and every hookup she had. Could he really blame her though? I mean after after about 16 years of living with a kid that’s parents and uncle had just died, it’s not just heavy on the kid, it heavy on the caretaker as well. It wasn’t just the men, he was tired of being bossed around and pushed around by his boss and other people as Spider-Man, so he would go be Spider-Man somewhere else. Peter had left a note on Mays nightstand and a message for Tony before he had thrown his phone out the window, effectively smashing it. He had been fine for a couple months now, search parties had stopped looking for him and he was glad for that, although he new Tony would never stop, but that’s a problem he would deal with much later. Peter traveled around in a small blue van, blankets clothes and snacks all scattered around in the back and a small bed made for him when he wanted to sleep. At Age 18 Peter had found a way to make his own money, spending most of his time at bars and finding the loneliest male and asking if he wanted a blowjob, or sex for a price. In the first month of doing so he had already gathered up about 3 thousand dollars, considering he upped the price every time. After a while he had stopped doing this though, he found the dominant males to be getting much rougher and didn’t like the fact he would be back on the road all bruised up. From New York to California Peter was having one hell of a time by himself, that is until he stumbled upon a rather interesting looking man at a Denny’s early in the morning. After staring for a while he was eventually caught and found the male asking him if the seat in front of him was taken. “Uh- oh, no” he stammered out, a smile creeping on to his lips.
Guns had always fascinated Peter. He loved they way they looked, the way they felt, and everything about them. Before his parents death he used to steal his fathers gun that he had kept in a safe for emergencies and go out in to the woods to shoot at cans and bottles, returning the gun to its place with new ammo after he was done. The day after his parents died was his 18th Birthday, so knowing he wouldn’t be able to be put in a foster home he didn’t wait to be removed from the house. He had gotten all the stashed money that his parents hid in the house and a black backpack to store it in. Of course he got his fathers guns as well. After walking off from the home, he decided he need an outfit change as well, so, not really wanting to be recognized, he got black boots, black jeans, a black holster for guns and ammo, and of course a black shirt. His backpack, which he took everywhere, contains the essentials, money, water, a first aid kit, and his ID and fake ID. After 2 years, Peter got a hang of being on his own and learning to fight for himself. He worked as a sort of “super hero” when he wanted to, except instead of just waiting for the cops to come and take the criminal he would resort to using violence. When he didn’t want to do “his job” he would get himself a motel room in Vegas and gamble. Of course he cheated though, never exactly being caught, which was shocking. Peter was independent and strong and knew how to be a leader and make rules, I guess you could call him a bossy bottom. Everything in his life was, alright I guess. Not the perfect run away story but good enough to satisfy him. Well, that was until he had to much to drink last night and woke up in somebody’s bed. Peter sat up and looked around the in familiar apartment, before he came the realization what had happened once he saw the larger male sleeping next to him. Peter furrowed his eyebrows, this had never happened before, so, why him?! He sighed softly and decided to shrug it off. Peter hurriedly gathered his clothes and began to get dressed, getting caught off guard by a low voice after dressing himself. . . There’s and extended version of this starter- dm to rp it {ignore the tags} . .
High school is a painful experience for anyone, but having to deal with school work and being a superhero is even worse. Peter Parker was quite the nerd, with his glasses, A+ Grades and nerdy book bag you wouldn’t exactly think he was superhero material. Wade Wilson on the other hand was a big time jock, and known by almost everyone, unlike Peter who had a low profile. He would occasionally make fun of Peter for his nerdy look every now and then, but other than that they were pretty good friends, wade asking for homework answers every now and then and Peter deciding to Tutor him instead. Although he thought he was, Peter wasn’t the only one with a secret, considering Wade Wilson also had a ‘similar’ job working as a mercenary since he was 15. Neither of them know anything about the others identity, but wade begins to question where Peter is going after school, and why he’s never home. “Wh- YOU WENT TO MY HOUSE?!” The male screamed, getting the attention of some of Wades jock friends. “Well yeah, I wanted some one on one tutoring. Your Aunt said you were in some study groups, but you weren’t at the study group. So what were you really doing?” He asked, raising a brow. “You don’t need to know what I do after school! If you wanted one on one tutoring just text me, don’t go to my fucking house!” Peter quickly wrote down his number and handed it to him before getting up and rushing off to his last class. After school Peter decided it would be safer not to patrol, just in case wade followed him and instead caught wade as he was exiting the school. “Hey wade! I’m free right now if you wanna do the Math Homework together, it’s pretty easy” he stated. . . - dm to rp this - {ignore the tags} . . . . #spideypoolrp #deadpool #spiderman #gayroleplay #spideypoolfluff #gayboy #spideypoolfanart #avengers #tonystark #wadewilson #peterparker #wadexpeter #spidermanxdeadpool #captainamerica #ironman #deadpool #stanlee #marvelstudios #auntmay #openrp #drstrange #ironstrange #tagsomeone #lgbt #pride
This breaks my heart but thank you to rhe people who like all my post I really appreciate it😊 ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ #spideypool #peterparker #wadewilson #spiderman #deadpool #killme #babyboy #Marvel #spidey #spidermanfanart #deadpoolfanart #marvelfanart #spideypoolfluff #peterparker #wadewilson
This is really cute and I wanted this account to have more Spideypool. - - - - - - - - Tags »»•«« #wadewinstonwilson #tomhollandfans #tomholland #spidermanfan #tomhollandedit #spidey #spideypool #spideypooledit #spideypoolfluff #wade #wadewilson #wadewilsonedit
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