wade wants to do good so bad but never gets to be the hero

BnHA Profile: Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa is one of the cleverest, most underrated characters in BnHA, and I’m not just saying that because he’s voiced by Suwabe and therefore immediately on Lethey’s Love List. This is a guy that sort of drags himself through life, doing good deeds without seemingly getting a lot of satisfaction from it. He’s almost an anti-hero even though he’s more pure than several of the other characters in the series. So let’s break him down.

Out of the Limelight

Aizawa is an ‘underground’ hero. He avoids the media, he stays out of all the flashy stuff and really, the only reason people like Izuku know his name is because, well, Izuku is a massive nerd.
As a hero, but also personality-wise, Aizawa is a clear foil for All Might. One is always smiling, embracing fame to become a symbol of peace that stops villains everywhere from even wanting to start shit. He’s super flashy, cares deeply about appearance and also he’s just… huge and muscular.
Eraserhead, meanwhile, has a resting bitch face, looks like he hasn’t showered in days, wears basic black pyjamas wherever he goes and he shrinks back from attention like a vampire seeing the first rays of the sun.
This contrast extends to their fighting style. All Might is all about power and speed. He’s an all-rounder that overwhelms his opponents with a super-quirk. Meanwhile, Aizawa is an incredibly specialised hero that needs a clear strategy and an extensive knowledge of martial arts to even stand a chance. In many ways All Might is to Aizawa what Izuku is to Shinsou, someone blessed with overwhelming power and therefore hard to deal with. It’s not really that difficult to see why they don’t get along very well.

 (spoilers from the manga under the cut) (also this stuff is just really long ok)
(I have many feels)(and many opinions)

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The relationship between misogyny and romance: a SJM study

Why female desire* isn’t problematic, but A Court of Thorns and Roses is.

In which I wade into an issue in depth, praying that the flame war gods do not strike me down.

**Please note that this essay discusses only the misogynist elements of SJM’s writing in the ACOTAR series. There are obviously other problematic elements that require acknowledgement, but this is the one I feel confident in addressing. I haven’t read any of ACOWAR yet.** 

*also, female desire in this instance refers to the desire of the presumed female reader of romance. The reading of romance and YA is obviously not exclusive to women, although a lot of the assumptions of SJM’s work ascribe to the concept of a binary gender.

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No Sleep Till Brooklyn, Part 1

Heartmate Series: Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Deadpool, Falcon

Warnings: language, hinted sexual/physical abuse, violence - Deadpool’s in it guys, it ain’t PG. 

A/N: This is my take on the soulmate trope. It’s not necessarily an AU, because technically heartmate is canon in the Marvel world - at least with Wade’s comics. This part is an introduction to the characters!

Summary: You’re a mutant turned mercenary, working with the best merc around - Wade Fucking Wilson aka Deadpool. You are also someone who doesn’t believe in the whole heartmate crap. How could two people solely be made for each other? Steve Rogers is Captain America,  Avenger extraordinaire. Call him old fashion, but he believed in heartmates and knew he had one out there. The two of you cross paths one day and things get set in motion. Can Steve get passed the jaded wall you built or would things just crash and burn? And will Wade Wilson finally learn to put the seat down after taking a piss? Who knows.


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anonymous asked:

Hi, could you do a fic where Spideypool are a secretly married couple and have to hide the fact from citizens /enemies when they are dp&sp ?

It’s been so long, and the reason is, I GOT INTO UNIVERsITY!! Yay!! I’m gonna try and pump some of these out, but yay!!

Peter stumbled into the Avengers building, coffee cup in hand, barely awake.  Tony had called him in extra early, which was unsurprising. Ever since he had started working for stark industries, he was called in either for work business, or superhero business. Tony was the only one who knew about his double life, so it was touch and go when he walked into the building.
Peter let himself in, punching in the code to the lab tiredly.  He froze when he saw the Avengers standing around tensely. He clutched his cup to his chest and resisted the urge to pull down the mask he knew wasn’t there. They all paused in their conversation to stare at Peter until the silence was too awkward and he had to laugh nervously.
“Peter,” Tony said, waving his hand at him to come into the room. “We’re in the middle of something, but you can just come in and work. Just stay quiet over there, okay kid? I need that thing fixed.”
Peter nodded and swallowed down the feeling that he had made a mistake. Was he supposed to come in uniform? He sat in the corner and put his headphones in, but he could feel Natasha and Clint’s eyes boring into his back.  
Steve cleared his throat. “Okay, so we are in unanimous agreement about what we discussed?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Peter could see a few hesitant nods.  He pulled out his toolbox and started quietly working, even though he had finished this project weeks ago.  
“Good, then I guess, let’s bring him in.” He could sense a hardness in Steve’s voice that Peter recognized as dislike. He had a sinking feeling in his gut, even before the door opened and Wade’s familiar voice.
“Hi, team! I brought snacks!” Peter turned to see the bright leather of Wade’s Deadpool suit, and groaned a bit, pushing himself into the corner more. Wade hadn’t spotted him yet, but he knew his situation would be a hundred times more embarrassing when he did.
“Okay, listen pal, just because your working with us doesn’t make you part of our team,” Clint grumbled
Wade stepped forward and laughed obnoxiously. “Gee, that’s rich coming from you, cupid.”
Peter felt himself involuntarily tense. Clint was an okay guy, but he and Wade were not on good terms. He resisted the urge to turn around and tell Clint to keep his bitter remarks to himself, but Natasha beat him to it.
“Boy’s please, your making our guest uncomfortable.” He felt a tight grip on his shoulder. Oh god. Peter shrunk into himself as Natasha gave him a look, and recognition flicked across Wade like a light globe.
“Oh, this is just too good!” He laughed clapping his hands together and rubbing them cunningly as he walked around the table to stand by Peter’s hip. Peter glanced at him, trying to give Wade his best warning look, but as per usual, it had no effect.
“Where are my manners? I’m the Deadpool of your dreams. And you are the handsome beauty of my dreams. I’m digging this nerdy college boy look baby! It’s really turning my floppy drive into a hard disk if you know what I mean!”  

Peter felt embarrassment crawl up his neck as Wade regarded him. The room paused again and Steve piped up.  

“I’m not quite sure what that means but please, let’s get to the issue at hand, and leave Tony’s employee’s out of it.”
“Why Captain of course, but there’s nothing I’d like more to have my hand on Tony’s employee. Peter, is it?” Wade leaned down to speak to Peter, tiptoeing his gloved fingers across the desk.  
Peter sighed. Wade absolutely loved doing this, pretending that they didn’t know each other. He liked having a special secret all to himself.  
“Don’t worry baby boy, I know that you already know me. I’m like, big news now or whatever.”
Peter felt the corner of his mouth twitch up.  He turned back to his table, as they started discussing “important” things that they needed Wade for.  
Wade wasn’t listening, even though Peter was. Wade was too busy smiling at Peter and watching him tinker around with scraps.  
Once the meeting was over (Peter assumed it was over, because Bruce had stormed out, and Thor was now trying figure out how to eat the doughnuts Wade had brought) Wade turned back to him with a cheeky grin.
“So baby, now that all that stuffy business is over, howsabout we go out for some grub! As you can see by the god currently stuffing his face, I have great food taste. I’d love to take you out and treat you well, baby.”
Peter smiled looking at him and lowering his voice. “I thought I was cooking tonight? I bought ingredients yesterday.”
“They’ll stay good for one more night Petey, let’s eat out tonight! Now that you’ve got a high-tech job, I think we should celebrate!”
Peter snorted and set down his screwdriver. “We can’t go out, Aunt May is visiting tomorrow remember? The house is a total mess hun.”
Wade pouted and tugged on Peter’s sleeve like he did when he was trying to get his own way. Even after a couple of years, Peter still couldn’t resist it.
“Fine, if you go home right now, and vacuum, we can go out for dinner.” Peter leaned closer and dropped his voice even lower, just the way he knew Wade liked. “And then we can get cozy in bed with dessert and watch the next episode of whatever show you want.”
Wade moaned and wrapped his arms around Peter’s shoulders whispering into his ear “This is why I married you.”
Peter made a mock-offended sound. “Wade, I married you. Now go vacuum, please.”

Wade was standing on the sidelines, next to the one and only Captain America, ogling at his husband’s ass in tight spandex. No matter how many times he woke up next to Peter, his sweet ass still blew Wade away.
“Good god, that is a sweet goddamn ass. Oh, bless.” He watched as Peter flipped in and out of buildings, being the first part of their four-part attack plan against some bad guy. Wade wasn’t really listening, he was only there to make sure Peter was safe, and to watch his amazing body.  
Steve looked back at him with a frown. Wade rolled his eyes.
“C'mon Cap! I know you’re all about righteousness and whatever, but don’t tell me you don’t sometimes have a peek! It’s natural man, every red-blooded male does it yo!”
Wade ignored the skeptical look the hero gave him and clapped him on the back. “Nothing is as good as Spidey’s ass, though, by god. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, and I doubt I ever will.”
Steve looked uncomfortable, shifting his shield in his hand.  
“I don’t appreciate that kind of crude conversation. Aren’t you…married.”
“Oh yeah! I’m so married! Married hard!” Wade ripped off his glove and showed his ring for emphasis. Peter and Wade had bought it together, and for once, looking down at his rumpled skin actually made him feel proud. The gold nestled there reminded him of Peter’s vows, of his promises to love and cherish him, every part of him, even the parts that Wade didn’t like.  
The memory made Wade’s heart squeeze and made him smile goofily. When he looked back up, Cap was giving him an incredibly strange look. Wade didn’t really care.  
Peter landed on the wall next to wades head, signaling the second phase of their plan. Cap sprung into action, diving into the battle as Wade moved over to scrape his husband off the wall.  
Peter laughed, swinging around him before noticing his bare hand.

“What’s this then?” Peter challenged with a smile. “A wedding ring? We’ve been rendezvousing this whole time and you’re married? I can’t believe it.”
“Yes, it’s true. I’m married to the most beautiful, funny and smart man in all the world! He has the most bangin’ bod, well, second only to you.”  
Peter snickered, taking the moment alone to twine his fingers with Wade’s and play with the ring.  
“He sounds like the luckiest guy in the world.”
“He will be tonight. I’m making pasta.”
Peter laughed, patting his head as Wade put his glove back on. “Well, I’m jealous. And busy. If we keep trapezing like this we are going to get found out.”
“I like how taboo this is baby.” Wade said, wiggling his eyebrows, “What do you say, after this, do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little more private? We can have a bath together? There will be wine and Ben and Jerry’s.”
Peter smiled, placing a chaste kiss on Wade’s mouth before climbing up the wall. “Sweetie, you had me at bath.”  

9 Reasons Deadpool is Surprisingly Feminist (NSFW)

1. Four Excellent Examples of Strong Female Characters.

Vanessa, is a quick-witted sexually adventurous woman attracted to Deadpool for reasons beyond his physical appearance. Angel Dust, literally a strong female character who can go toe-to-toe with Colossus and is not shy about her Lesbian activity. (She recognized Vanessa because she frequents that strip club.) Negasonic Teenage Warhead though meant for the purpose of mocking teenage angst, still a powerful ally in control of herself. Blind Al, a crotchety elderly person that shows how women can be just as disgustingly funny as men. Also she’s not within the typical age range of 18-24 years old, a female demographic over-represented in hollywood. (Seriously, I bet the number of women over the age of 35 in superhero movies is less than the number of times I’ve watched Brony porn. Hint: Less than three…I was kind of curious and I wanted to see what the rage was about…and no shame if you’re into that kind of thing because clearly Deadpool is–which leads me to my next point.)

2. It’s Okay for Men to Like Unicorns.

Yes, feminism means men get equality too! For example a man can possess feminine qualities (graceful, nurturing, emotional) like feminine things (pink, dolls, fashion) and still like vagina, without being called derogatory terms. Besides unicorns are awesome and everybody should like them. They are glittery war machines which look amazing while impaling your enemies. Clearly, they are Deadpool’s favorite mythological creature.

3. “Happy International Women’s Independence Day”

If you’ve seen the movie then you know what I’m talking about. (Spoilers) We all know Deadpool was kind of into it. (See every Deadpool comic ever.) Here’s a hint: lots of women want to try it.

4. Gender Fluidity

Deadpool himself is a gender fluid character. Though the plot of the movie is the classic damsel in distress, it doesn’t mean that he’s locked in with the uterus express for the rest of his life. Deadpool is well known for his wide range of sexual attraction. An example is the end credits sequence in which he shows his attraction for Ed Skrein. When was the last time you saw an action hero consensually taking it from behind?

5. “I pity the guy that pressures her into prom sex.”

Ultimately this is a nod to every female who has had the unfortunate experience of being pressured into sex (It happens more than you think.) But Deadpool is pointing out that Negasonic Teenage Warhead is more than capable of handling herself and pathetic losers should beware. Notice I said ‘losers’ in general because ya know… women will pressure people into having sex as well. (It happens more than you think.)

6. Three Excellent Examples of Emotionally Mature Men.

Wait a minute… does that mean…Deadpool is emotionally mature????  Sure it does, ultimately he’s a guy dealing with terminal cancer who uses a revenge plot and humor to cope. (There are worst ways of coping–like crack.) He never picks on the weak or powerless to feel powerful. At the beginning of the movie he helps out the girl in the skate park and does not expect redeemable sex. On Wade and Vanessa’s first date, when presented with the instant opportunity of engaging in sex he chooses…ski ball. He’s not a man ruled by his sexual desires, like so many men in pop culture are perceived to be. Not to mention, he gives the bad guys an opportunity to walk away. Feminism calls for men to be allowed to show emotions other than rage and sexual ferocity. Deadpool shows a vast array of emotions from joy to despair. Major props to Ryan Reynolds for possessing the acting chops to pull it off.  

Colossus is an all-around gentleman. Though practically a walking fortress, still manages to be gentle, considerate and believes in a higher standard of morals. He tries to convince Deadpool to do the ‘hero’ thing, allows Angel to fix her costume during a wardrobe malfunction, and he is disgusted with violence. Men should be allowed to dislike violence just as women should be allowed to like violence.

Weasel is a good example too but barely skates under the wire because he’s a bad friend (Betting on Wade’s death, making fun of his appearance, getting distracted at a strip club during an important moment.) However, he is supportive of Deadpool and Vanessa’s relationship, occasionally encouraging Wade to pursue it. Or even laughing along with Wade while he goes through his darkest times. Perhaps he placed that bet against his friend because he is confident in the fact that, “He never wins at anything,” and therefore Wade is safe from death. He may be a good/bad friend but, more importantly, he’s honest about his actions. Example: “I’d go but I don’t want to.” At the end of the day, honesty counts for a lot.

7. Equal Display of Genitalia

So many times women are the ones naked on screen, which happens in this film. Mostly we get well-endowed breasts and ass, occasionally we get hints of vagina. However, there are so few times men are naked on screen. Penises…Penes?…Penii(I had to google it) are the most underrepresented genitalia in film, probably second to man butt, and then followed by vagina with hair. But in this film we get equal representations of both sets genitals. We get Wade penis and butt as well as breasts, female ass with a dildo attached, and vagina. This film is an equal genitalia employer.

8. Demonstrating the Realistic Problem of Female Costumes.

Angel Dust’s wardrobe malfunction is shedding light on a major problem in superhero films. Superhero female costumes are hella unpractical, more so than male costumes. Realistically, there would be a nip slip in every battle. Everyone one on the planet would have seen Wonder Woman’s melons by now–different comic universe I know. Take it from us well-endowed females…these things need to be strapped down when in motion.

9. Slaughtering the Box Office on Valentine’s Day Weekend.

We always expect the big movie on Valentine’s day weekend is the love crazed-women dragging their obedient boyfriends to yet another Katherine Heigl movie (just kidding Katherine you’re lovely). But no…this year it was equally men and women secretly rejoicing that such an awesome movie would be dawning on a weekend that would make date night exciting. The fact that Deadpool broke records at the box office and claimed king of the weekend meant female ticket buyers contributed to the success. (Believe it or not–but women will pay for date night.) Which undoubtedly proves women can enjoy violence and butt jokes just as much as men. And at the end of the day isn’t that what gender equality means? I dream of a world where men and women can laugh at butt jokes together!

Civil War

Summary: You and Dean don’t see eye to eye when it comes to comic book universes. 

Word Count: 1377

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dean x Reader

This is my entry for @jaredpadasexyy ‘s Easter Challenge. This was beta-ed by @avasmommy224.

Prompt: 20. “Marvel is better than DC”

Your name: submit What is this?

You were sitting in your room watching a movie. Which movie? Only the best cinematic masterpiece of all time: “Captain America: The Winter Soldier”. You had just gotten to the highway scene. Cap and the Winter Soldier were going hand to hand, blow for blow. Even though you had seen this movie a million times, you still found yourself on the edge of your seat.

Cap had just ripped the Winter Soldier’s mask off and revealed his face.


“Who the hell is Bucky?”

You couldn’t help but say the line in sync with Bucky and let out a little squeal as it was one of your favorite lines in the movie. And as luck would have it, Dean happened to be walking by at that exact moment.

“What are you squealin’ at?”

Your finger hit the pause button on the remote. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

Dean gave you a suspicious look as he took at seat on the other side of your bed. “If it’s nothing, then why’d you pause it?”

You turned to him with an irritated look on your face. How dare he intrude on your quality time with your two husbands? “Because I would like to watch it alone.”

“Why? Is there a dirty scene coming up?” Dean said raising his eyebrows.

“God no! I just enjoy the movie more on my own, that’s all.”

Dean gave you another suspicious look, this one more teasing.

“Yeah, sure” he said doubtfully “I believe that.”

“It’s true!”

He put his hands up in surrender, “I believe you, I swear! Cross my heart and everything.”

You rolled your eyes as you unpaused your movie and turned back to it. Dean moved closer as he started to watch the movie as well. After a few minutes into the resumed movie, you turned to him only to see a confused look etched on his face.

You looked back at the television, trying to decipher what could’ve caused his confusion and came up with nothing.

“So what’s so special about him?”


“Captain America. All he has is the power of ultimate frisbee.”

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Peter Parker + “Did the trash monster from sesame street tried to mug you?”

Being close friends with Peter Parker had its up; like Peter never forgetting your birthday or the anniversary of your friendship, and how he always picked you up a coffee before school or a whole pizza every time you two crammed for an exam, or the fact, the you were the one person in the whole world who he trusted enough to know he was spiderman. Of course it had it’s downs too, like having to cover for Peter every time his disappeared to fight crime, and getting ditched so he could fight crime, and of course, being hopelessly in love with him while he had no idea because he would not stop pinning after Liz-motherfucking-Allen.

But none of the downsides mattered when he came to you at three in the morning on a Tuesday after a particularly bad night of patrols. His mask was in his hands and his left eye was already starting to swell while the cut on his right cheek wouldn’t stop bleeding.

“Peter?” You asked rhetorically, rubbing your eyes as you pushed open your window so the spider themed hero could escape the cold.

“Hey Y/N,” he whispered. You hand flew to your nose once he was in your room and the window was once again shut. You didn’t want to be mean, you were used to the smell of blood and sweat emanating off of him, but tonight he smelled like Midtown High’s dumpster.

“Good god Peter,” you hissed, your voice coming out funny due to your hand being clamped down on tip of your nose,  “Did the trash monster from sesame street tried to mug you?

“What?” He asked, to which you answered with a simple, “You fucking stink.”

“Thanks,” he said humorously, “Wade threw me in a dumpster.” You opened and closed your mouth a few times,

“Why would Wade toss your ass in a dumpster? And I’ve met you after you’ve dumpster dived, so what dumpster smells as bad as that one?”

“There’s a club on 77th and Roosevelt-”

“What were you doing by a gay club?”  Peter pulls a face,

“I thought I was going to stop a shooting-wait, why do you know where gay club is?” You shrug deflecting the question. Club Evolution was a mostly latino gay club that you and friends went to when you wanted drinks and not to get hit on.

“What do you mean you thought?”

“Wade was the shooter, when I tried to stop him he through me in a dumpster and left me there.” You sighed.

“At least he didn’t shoot you.” You motion for Peter to sit at your desk while you walk over to your dresser, pulling out a first aid kit, a pair of sweatpants and a baggy long sleeve shirt.

“Take the suit off Peter, if we want you in somewhat presentable shape I need to see what I’m working with,” you instructed.

“Sir yes sir.”

“Oh, and Parker,” you say, “When I’m done cleaning your cuts you’re taking a shower.”

“Sure thing, and Y/N?”

“Yeah Pete?”

“Thanks for being here, for me.” You don’t answer him verbally, instead you offer a up a kind smile which he returns.

Being best friends with Peter Parker had its ups and downs, and truthfully, you’d take all those downs just for moments like these.

What You Know (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader feat. Deadpool/Wade Wilson
Warning: Cursing, drug use (don’t do drugs kids)
Summary: The Reader is a rebel and gets in trouble at school, causing Tony to use an alternative form of punishment by forcing the reader to be friends to Peter Parker, a quiet good guy that has a crush on the reader though the reder refuses to be his friend even though they too, have a crush on Peter.
Author: Dizzy
A/N: Hey! Another Peter Parker fic for your enjoyment! It’s inspired by the song “What You Know” by Two Door Cinema

Masterlist Request a Prompt

“Do you not understand what consequences are?” Your father asked.

“I do; I just don’t care.” You replied with a smirk. “Besides, that teacher really deserved getting his furniture glued to the ceiling. It was the perfect prank.”

“You tried to glue a man to the ceiling!” Your father sighed, exasperated. “You know what? This time there isn’t going to be another grounding for you.”

“Thank God.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“You’re gonna get a punishment, you know, something taken away.”

“What are you going take? My will to live?” You rolled your eyes. “You know, I took Psychology. They say punishments don’t do anything for behavior.”

You father ignored your last few statements as he continued on his rant. 

“You’re going to spend all day everyday for the next few weeks with Underoos.”

“Parker? Peter Parker? You’re going to make me spend all day with that twerp?!” You cried, about to start an argument. “That isn’t fair! He sucks! He’s all goody two shoes and faints at the sight of Liz! I could kick his ass and I have!”

“It doesn’t matter. You need to learn a lesson and this is how it’s going be. You made your bed, kid.”

“I haven’t made my bed a day in my life.” You huffed, earning a chuckle from your father. 

That was when there was a knock on your bedroom door, the loud staccato of knuckles rapping against wood made your eyes roll in a knowing way as it was opened to reveal Peter.

“Hey, kid. Nice to see you. I’m going to head to the lab and I’ll leave you to it. I suggest getting Y/n to do their homework since they never do it.”

“Like hell I’m doing it!” You argued, arms crossed over you chest. 

“You made your bed, remember?” 

And with that, your father left you alone with Peter, who stood in the middle of your room awkwardly. 

“Here,” You kicked the desk chair in front of you to him. “Have a seat. We’re gonna be here a while.”

“So…” Peter trailed off, taking a seat and spinning his chair back and forth. 

“So you’re my babysitter, huh?” 

“ I wouldn’t say that. I-”

“How long has that ‘kick me’ sign been on your back?” You asked, your head cocked to the side as you caught a glimpse of the paper attached to Peter.

You watched as Peter twirled a bit and leaned forward. You ripped the paper off his back before you pulled away, tossing the paper in the trash.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Listen, Parker,”

“It’s Peter.” 

“Fine. Listen, Peter, I don’t want you here as much as you don’t want to be here. My dad’s just forcing you on me cause he thinks you’re a good influence. No offense, you’re kinda boring.”

“You do realize Mr. Stark’s paying me, right? So I want be here.” Peter replied, finding the confidence to speak up.

“How much?” You asked, causing Peter to pull out a wad of cash from his pocket. 

“Umm… about fifty dollars for the next week.” 

“Chump cash. Maybe we could get a gram for that and have cash left over.” 

Peter shoved the money back into his pocket, giving you a look as he processed what you told him.

“Mr.Stark says you’re a bad influence, that you’re a good girl with bad habits or something.”

“Eh, you got the bad habits part right. I’m not much of a good girl. Plus, my dad’s never around anyways, not after my mom left,  so what does he know?” You got up and walked over to your window. “I like to have fun, okay? You should learn to do that.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought up-”

“Don’t get soft on me, Parker. If you’re gonna be hanging around me, you gotta toughen up.” You snapped. 

“I like to think I’m pretty tough.”

“Please, You got your ass kicked in Germany.”

“How would you know?” 

You turned away from the window and took a seat in front of Peter. 

“Cause I was the one doing the ass kicking most of time.”

“You’re Vagabond?! The anti-hero who fights with that maniac, what’s his name?”

“Deadpool.” You corrected. “Yeah, I am, but you better keep your damn mouth shut about that. I swear if you tell anyone about that, I’ll cut your dick off and feed it to my dog.”

“You don’t have a dog.”

“I’m about to get one if you cross me. But, yeah, I’m Vagabond. Whatever.”

“Dude, I’m like your biggest fan.”

“Yeah, I know, you told me right before I kicked your ass for fucking up Sam and Bucky.”

Peter rubbed his neck and looked down at his shoes as he spoke, “Right.”

“Listen, you wanna go out and have some fun? I can feel my dad’s eyes burning in the back of my head with all the shit he has in here.”

“Yeah, sure. Where are we going to go?”

“You’ll see.” You replied with a wicked smile.

You slipped on your jacket and grabbed your bag as you slapped Peter’s shoulder. 

“We’re about to become good friends.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be friends.” His statement sounded more like a question.

“Just roll with it, okay? The first rule of hanging out with me is not questioning me.”


And that was how you found yourself sitting on the fire escape to your friend’s apartment, smoking weed with Peter Parker, who you only got to do it after much convincing. And you somehow got him higher than a jet, laughing with you as you talked.

“So, Parker, what else did my dad tell you about me?”

“He told me some stupid shit.” He laughed before taking another hit. “This is really fun.”

“Hey!” You snatched the blunt from his hands. “Cool it with the smoking, alright? I paid good money for this shit.”

“You didn’t pay for it! You stole it!”

“Just shut up!” You yelled, dropping the blunt in the process.

“Oops.” Peter said as he burst into a fit of giggles. 

“Y/n? What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!” Wade yelled as he walked over to the fire escape. 

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You cursed, looking at Peter. “You better keep your damn mouth shut, got it?”

Peter nodded, gesturing as if he zipped his lips as you dragged him into the apartment. 

“Hey, Wade.” You greeted, acting as if everything was normal.

“Who’s the little shit bag you were smoking with?” He asked as he pointed to Peter.

Peter was seated on the couch, playing with a little action figure he found. 

“He’s my, uh, my friend.”

“Your friend?”

“Yeah, my friend.”

“You don’t have any friends.”

“I have you.”

“You’re my sidekick, like Robin for Batman.”

“Uh, no. I’m not your sidekick. And I sure as hell am not Robin cause Robin’s kinda a bitch.”

“And you aren’t? You broke into my house!”

“I brought chimichangas.”

“You are forgiven.”

“Thanks, Wade.” You scoffed.

“Woah.” Peter gasped, moving to your side. “You’re really pretty.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You tried to play it cool, though you could feel a blush rise to your cheeks.

You had had a crush on Peter for a while at that point. He was cute and smart, two things you liked about him, but you couldn’t stand at how much of a nice guy he was, as odd as it sounds. You were irritated by his kindness,maybe because you were the very opposite, but nevertheless, what you didn’t know was Peter’s crush on you. 

“I really really really really really really really like you.” Peter sang, throwing his arms around you. 

“You’re really really really high, Parker.”

“It’s Peter.” He pouted, making you feel as though you were going to melt. 

“That’s nice, Parker.” You said, prying the boy off of you. 

“You know, I gots a big crush on you.” Peter stated, elongating the sound of the word ‘you’.

“Again, that’s nice, Parker.”

“She’s got a crush on you too!” Wade yelled between mouthfuls of chimichanga. 

“Wade!” You shrieked. “That was a secret.”

“What? He won’t remember cause he’s kind of passed out on my fucking couch.”

“Goddammit, Parker.” You mumbled as you turned around to see Peter passed out, half on and half off the couch. 

After a few hours of hanging out with Wade and avoiding the many calls from your father, Peter finally woke up, his high starting to wear off as he sat up with a groan. 

“Nice to have you back.” You stated, not looking at Peter as you stared at Wade. “Go fish.”

“Goddammit! I’m done.” Wade growled, throwing his cards at you. “Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too.”

“What time?”

“How about tomorrow?”

“Nah, not tomorrow. Francis needs a good ass kicking.”

“Damn, what a shame.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Um…guys?” Peter spoke up and your laughter ceased. 

“Yeah, Parker?”

“Can we go now? Aunt May is gonna freak out if I don’t come home for dinner and when she freaks out, I freak out and-”

“Okay. We get it.” You cut him off as you stood up and slipped on your jacket. “Smell ya later, Wade.”

And with that, you and Peter were off once again, out on the street and on the way to dropping Peter off at the subway. 

“Listen, Y/n, I said somethings while kinda out of it-”

“More like really out of it, but go on.”

“Right. Well, I might’ve said some things you’re probably going to kill me for so can we just forget about it?”

“What kind of things did you say that I’d kill you for?” You asked, playing dumb to get him to say what he told you before. 

“Well, I remember saying that I liked you. Which I do, I just think you should just forget about it cause you think I’m too boring and nice and-”

You grabbed Peter’s arm and yanked him towards you, crashing your lips into his before pulling away as quickly as you kissed him.

“When you come by tomorrow, we’ll hang out, maybe watch Star Wars or something. I love those movies.” You said quickly, turning on your heel before walking away and leaving Peter to stand on the sidewalk in awe. 

Maybe Peter Parker wasn’t such a bad guy after all.


Submitted by @notanembarassingname

“He’s gonna be here any minute now, just please don’t embarrass me.”, Peter said to his parents as he paced back and forth through the living room. The door bell rang and he sprinted to get to the door first. Peter adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his hair before smiling and opening the door to greet his new boyfriend, Wade. Wade smiled and held a small bouquet out towards Peter mumbling that they were for him. Peter invited Wade with a smile and a peck on the cheek.
“Dads, this is Wade. They guy I told you about.”
“Its great to finally meet you.”, Wade said as he shook hands with Steve and Tony, “Peter here is just a doll. He’s the best thing to ever happen to me, I couldn’t be happier to have him in my life.”
Peter blushed and looked at the ground while Wade smiled softly at Peter. Tony rolled his eyes.
“Well, that’s fantastic, Wade. You hungry? We made pasta.”, Steve said in an attempt to save the moment from getting awkward. Everyone sat down as Steve began bringing dishes to the table. Peter was practically glued to Wade’s side and Tony stared straight ahead as the two whispered cutesy romantic stuff to each other. It made him sick.
Steve sat down and everyone began passing food around the table before digging in.
“So, Wade, I believe Peter has mentioned that you’re out of school. What do you do for a living?”, Steve asked.
“Umm. I work with a group of guys.. we teach self defense classes.”, Wade stammered as he tried to come up with a better job than what he actually had.
“Oh, really? That’s nice.”, Steve chose not to acknowledge the obvious lie.
The family continued to eat in silence for a bit before Peter quietly pointed out that Wade had some Alfredo sauce on his face. Peter smirked as he used his thumb to wipe the sauce off Wade’s lip. They giggled together, not noticing the “kill me” look Tony was giving his husband.
“So. Wade. Peter has told us about the whole Deadpool thing. When did you become a superhero?”, Tony said as he gave a Peter a look.
“Oh, I’m no hero. I’ve been like this for a few years now. But being an Avenger would be like a dream come true.”, Wade smiled. Tony almost scoffed out loud.
“Maybe cut down on the confirmed kills, kid. You won’t even be considered if you keep this up.”, Tony said bluntly. Steve gave Tony a look. Wade noticed that this family made a lot of weird faces.
After dinner everyone moved into the living room to watch a movie. Steve popped some popcorn while Tony stared directly at the television screen in an attempt to ignore the young couple sitting near him. Peter had his legs propped up over Wade’s lap as the two whispered and giggled quietly.
“Whoooo wants popcorn?!”, Steve said enthusiastically as he brought in two bowls. He handed Peter and Wade their bowl first and was making his way to sit by his husband when Tony grabbed his hips and pulled him onto his lap for a quick kiss.
Once Steve got comfortable next to Tony he glanced over at the teens. Wade was slowly feeding Peter popcorn and the two grinned at each other, completely ignoring the cinematic masterpiece that is Back to the Future.
Tony rolled his eyes at the movie science. Completely illogical. Then he saw his Peter and that guy he was with. He rolled his eyes again and dramatically yawned.
“I think I’m about ready to hit the hay, what about you Steve?”
“Its only 8:4-”, Steve was cut off by an elbow in his ribs, “oh yeah… I’m getting kinda tired. It was great meeting you Wade.”
“I’ll walk you out.”, Peter offered as the two stood up.
“I’m so glad I got to meet you guys. Have a good night Mr. Stark, Mr. … America.”, Wade smiled and headed towards the door.
“It’s official. He’s a jackass.”, Tony sighed.
“Oh he’s not that bad. Peter likes him, right?”, Steve insisted. They both stopped talking to listen to the boys by the door.
“I had a great time tonight, Wade.”
“I did too. You think they liked me? I was really nervous.”
“Oh, I’m sure there’s no reason to be nervous, pumpkin. They loved you.”
“I hope. I’ll text you later, darlin.”
“Okay, goodnight hun.”
Peter walked through the living room and grinned at his dads before heading to his room upstairs.
“That was hilarious.”, Tony laughed once he heard Peter’s door shut.
“Oh my gosh, I know. That was border line embarrassing. Pumpkin? Darling? We were never that bad were we?”, Steve asked.
Tony smirked, “Of course not, snugglebear.”

anonymous asked:

prompt : chuck tries to get steamy with Betty and she doesn't want to but chuck won't take no for an answer? I thought of this when I saw Betty and jughead slapping/punching chuck so maybe jughead could come in to get him away from her? This is kinda bad but ugh

Chuck is just a typical douche in this, he doesn’t get really physically forceful or anything because I wasn’t comfortable writing it that way. Fluffy Bughead at the end though :)


Betty looked around her in frustration, circling in place. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. All she’d wanted was for a few of Jughead’s close friends to come round to the Andrews house, eat some good food, listen to some good music, have some much needed teenage fun for a night.

But then Hurricane Blossom arrived, trail of debris in tow.

Betty waded through the crowds of people, barely recognising anyone in the sea of faces that blocked her view as she desperately tried to find the birthday boy. He’d disappeared at the first sign of alcohol, running to find some kind of sanctity away from the tormenting masses that invaded his space.

“Betty Cooper. What, no black wig tonight?” The leering voice came from behind her. She closed her eyes for a beat, suppressing the surge of anger that shot through her at his tone, before turning to face him.

“What are you doing here, Chuck?” she demanded, not wasting a minute on humouring him. He raised his eyebrows, gesturing round the room vaguely.

“Err, if you hadn’t noticed it’s a party. Where else would I be?” he smirked.

“It’s Jughead’s party,” she shot back, voice hard as stone. His eyes widened briefly before he blinked away his shock.

“Dracula threw a party? Man, it’s always the quiet ones,” he chuckled, shaking his head. Her fists clenched, nails poised above the skin of her palms, ready to break the surface.

“No,” she spoke slowly, as if to a child. “This party is for Jughead; it’s his birthday and none of you should even be here.” The cocky expression didn’t leave his face as he looked her up and down, not paying the slightest attention to the words coming out of her mouth.

“You know, that sweater’s cute and all but I think I prefer the last outfit I saw you out in,” she sneered, voice low. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he took a step closer to her. She took a faltering step back, aware of how close the wall was to her back, how close Chuck was getting to her. He continued his prowl, dark eyes glinting in the dim flashing lights, predator stalking its prey. He was inches away from her now, backing her into a corner. Betty tilted her chin up in defiance, meeting his eyes with steel in her own.

“Do you remember what happened last time you messed with me, Chuck?” she spit through clenched teeth. A spree of emotions flickered across his features, remembrance, fear, anger, before settling back into his lazy smile.

“Yeah, you and your pal Veronica put on a little show for me. Hey, are you wearing that lacy bra tonight?” he crooned, hand reaching forward to begin to rest just the tips of his fingers against Betty’s waist.

In a flash her hand snapped up, slapping him firmly across his cheek. His face whipped sharply to the side, unprepared for the impact. Her eyes burned, a fury building up inside of her the likes of which she’d never felt before. First the party she lovingly prepared for Jughead had been crashed, said boy was nowhere to be seen, and now Chuck had dared to try his luck. It was enough. Her head began to spin, reality blurring with blind range as what was real slipped further and further from her grasp.

Chuck barely had his mouth open, preparing to throw out an onslaught of abuse, when he was yanked from in front of her eyes. She blinked rapidly, coming back down from her adrenaline rush, to see Jughead standing a few feet away, pupils blow wide and nostrils flaring as he braced himself in front of Chuck.

“Get your hands off her.” His voice was ice, the sharp edge slicing through the music as a crowd gathered around the pair. Chuck scoffed, squaring his shoulders as he prepared for a fight.

“Oh, look. Quasimodo gets the girl and all of a sudden he thinks he’s the hero,” he laughed, upper lip pulled back in a snarl. “Why don’t you-” His sentence was cut short as Jughead’s fist flew through the air, landing on Chuck’s cheekbone with a dull thwack. A chorus of ‘ooh’s rang out across the crowd as Chuck stumbled back, the surprise causing him to lose his balance and tumble in an ungraceful heap to the floor.

The feeling suddenly returned to Betty’s heavy legs as she looked at Jughead, chest heaving menacingly as he shook out his injured fist. She rushed to him, placing both hands on his chest, tilting her head to try and get him to look her in the eye. His eyes flew to hers and she blanched at the storm she met there, sky blue replaced by rolling grey. At her recoil he blinked, tension releasing from his muscles as his hands came up to delicately circle her, resting shaking fingers against her back.

“Come on, Jug, let’s go outside,” she soothed, gently pushing on him until his legs started walking backwards towards the front door.

The cool air hit their flushed faces, a welcome relief from the stifling, stale air of the party. He turned from her, edges of his sneakers tilting over the precipice of the Andrews’ front porch. She stood behind him, twisting her fingers nervously as she watched his shoulders rise and fall with deep breaths.

“I wouldn’t have let him do anything,” she began, small voice deafening in the quiet night air. She startled at his humourless laugh.

“I…” he paused, shoulders hunching as he deflated, anger leaving him at the sound of her voice, washing over him in soothing waves. “I know that, Betts.” He turned to look at her finally, eyes sad. “Of course I know that. I didn’t think… you shouldn’t feel…” he sighed in frustration, unable to get his words out. She was inches away from Chuck touching her and she sounded like she was… apologising? “Betty, I just don’t want anything, or anyone, to hurt you. Ever,” he breathed, reaching out with uncertain hands to cup her face. She went to him gratefully, burying her hands in the fabric of his sweater, leaning into his slightly clammy palms. “When I saw him, crowding you like that,” he closed his eyes, trying not to relive the memory. “I just saw red.” Betty pushed herself even closer to him.

“I feel like this is all my fault, Juggie,” she mumbled, lip quivering. “I just wanted you to have a nice birthday and then all this happened, because of me!” Her eyes filled with tears. He hushed her gently, trying to quash her worries with soothing strokes of his thumbs, catching the water droplets from her lower lashes before they could fall.

“No, Betty, don’t say that. I know you only wanted to do something nice,” he smiled, dipping his head to meet her downcast eyes. “I love the thought,” he whispered, rejoicing in the small giggle that slipped from her lips. “I’m sorry that Chuck ruined your party,” he said with a furrowed brow. She just shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter, it wasn’t the night I wanted anyway,” she sniffed, shaking her head. He placed a hand at the base of her neck, pulling her forward to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. She sighed contentedly, breath blowing against Jughead’s throat.

“I’ll never let anyone you don’t want get that close to you again,” he promised against her hair, tucking her head beneath his chin. They stood for moment in silence, wrapped around each other in the bright moonlight.

The sound of something smashing followed by loud cheers from inside broke them apart. Jughead rolled his eyes as Betty pulled back, straightening her shoulders and wiping away the lingering moisture beneath her eyes. Her gaze darted briefly to her own house across the road, windows dark and peaceful. He caught her look, raising an eyebrow in question.

“No one is home… wanna watch a movie?” she asked, offering him a warm smile. He laughed, lacing his fingers tightly through hers.

“Yeah,” he nodded, tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s exactly what I wanna do.”

Not Her Hero

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Deadpool x Reader

Warning: sex worker, language, angst, a tiny bit of smut, Deadpool snark.

A/N: This was from a dream I had. Seriously, I really had a dream about this.

Word Count:3397

Summary: You were a high end hooker and Bucky was your number one customer. He came to you seeking comfort and found that he wanted to help you escape the sex work life. But did he want to do it for you or himself? Or will a merc with a mouth be the one to save you?

“Real love, I’m searching for a real love..”

You stood in front of the produce section of the grocery store, trying to decide how many plums you wanted. Grabbing a plastic bag, you started to pick the best ones and placing them into the bag.

“They look delicious, don’t they doll?”

You froze at the familiar voice, slowly turned to your right and come face to face with Bucky. He looked better, healthier. He wore a maroon colored shirt under a black hoodie, jeans and black cap.

“Bucky!” You smiled widely, throwing your arms over his shoulder and giving him a warm hug. Bucky grinned, squeezing you back as gently as he could, trying to ignore the smell of your hair and the warmth of your body. Flashbacks of all the times the two of you spent together, intimate times locked into each other, hit the man hard. He pulled away and gave you a small smile.

“You look good, beautiful.”

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Just Guys Being Dudes

Peter liked people. Generally speaking, he enjoyed people as a whole. People were cool. Peter was a people person, he might even say. That’s who he was. People are a big part of saving people, and Peter saved people. And that was that.

So, yeah, Peter liked people in general.

But sometimes, sometimes Peter found himself disliking people individually. Again, not a weird thing. No one was expecting Peter to feel all warm and fuzzy over Doctor Doom or the Green Goblin or Doc Ock. But he hated them on principle. They were bad guys, who were trying to take over the world and kill people. Peter had to hate them. 

And then there was fucking Gene.

Peter could easily punch Gene in the face and not feel even a little bad, even though the worst thing Gene had ever done against New York was litter, and even then he’d picked up the coffee cup and tossed it into a garbage can when he’d realized that he’d dropped it. Gene was honestly a good person, which did nothing at all to explain why Peter wanted to slam his head repeatedly into concrete.

Gene worked two labs over at SI and was overtly friendly. He wasn’t an intern like Peter was, but he’d been hired straight out of college so they were close in age. This fact seemed to have connected itself in Gene’s head somehow and would not leave. And Gene took this age similarity to mean that he and Peter should be the best of all buds. Peter didn’t hate Gene for this. It was a good idea to go out and make friends. 

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Here’s another update for the Arrhythmia AU. Finally the boys get a little downtime during their vacation. :)

The sight of the ocean was enough to take his breath away. The roaring sound of the tide, the scent of salt heavy in the air, and his first glimpse of sunlight in days was like something from a movie, and it gave Nico the vague sense of freedom. “Let’s definitely go to the beach first.”

Will nodded, looking more energized just by being in the sun. His smile widened, and he turned to Nico. “Yeah, how far is the rental place? If it’s right here, we can walk and we’ll get a cab on the way to the hotel then to the airport.” He said, taking Nico’s hand and squeezing. “I mean, well. You won’t walk, you can’t be on your feet too long.”

Clearly, Will was getting a little excited, his smile excited. “It’s a beautiful day. Isn’t it nice out?”

“Um…,” Nico looked out over the beach, shielding his eyes with his hand. “The nurse said it was just across the street—oh! Over there. Look, they even have those giant umbrellas stuck in the sand.”

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Fire & Brimstone: Nessian Angst/Smut


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Side Note: This isn’t really the Nesta we currently know. I’d like to think that once Nesta realizes being fae can give her emotions the agency they need to control her life, she’ll calm down a little. She’s still snarky and pissed off here, but she’s also coming to terms with a lot of baggage, so she’s more the Nesta I’m hoping we’ll end up with in Book 3 - aka one who isn’t quite so mean all the time.

Lots of angst. And a small bit of smut that defies the rules of physics, but oh well. But mostly angst.

Fire and Brimstone

“It’s a spa.”

“It’s a geothermic pool in the ground brimming with sulfur and minerals that are good for the skin and known to be purifying to bodily toxins.”

I stared at the steam rising from the geothermic pools and called bullshit. “It’s a spa.”

Cassian scowled. “Call it whatever you want, sweetheart. It wasn’t my choice to drag you here. You can leave whenever you want, although I know you’re dying to see me with my shirt off in all my bandaged, bruised glory.”

In light of what had happened to Cassian’s wings, his humor had turned from an arrogant bravado bordering on sultry to a self-deprecating brand I wasn’t quite sure how to cut. The implications of it, however, still pissed me off.

“No thanks,” I replied. “Ugly and bandaged brutes aren’t quite my thing.”

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Heroes and Villains ~ Part 1 ~ Hero Academy

Originally posted by maosdaily

Warnings: Bullies; meeting new people; language

Pairings: Steve X Reader; Wanda X Reader; Daisy X Reader; Deadpool X Reader

Word Count: 2694



Reader’s POV

“Dad! I can’t find my tie!” I yell down the hall as I rush through the upstairs looking for my new tie that was a requirement to wear at my new school. I was still super excited, and a slight bit nervous, as I remember the call from Director Fury, Aka my dad’s boss, asking me to attend the prestigious Hero Academy.

“Look in the laundry room!” My father, Agent Phil Coulson, replies from the kitchen where he was undoubtedly making me a good luck omelet. I let out a heavy sigh as I slide down the banister only to slide smack dab into my, adopted, older sister Daisy.

“Holy crap (Name)!” She cries out as she quickly catches herself before she falls to the ground. Me, she let fall, guess you could call it a lesson in being careful. As I fall to the floor I rub my butt and wince in pain. I glance up to see her in full Hero Academy Uniform and smile. She chuckles before holding her hand out to me, “Here let me help you.”

“Thanks,” I reply taking her hand and letting her pull me to my feet.

“Oh, if you’re looking for your tie; it’s around your neck.” She replies biting her lip to keep from laughing. I groan inwardly as I reach up and indeed find my tie tied to my neck. “Calm down, I know you’re nervous. I was too my first day.”

“Yeah, and you almost caused the school to collapse from an earthquake.”

“I gave you a clear description of what not to do on your first day, so, you know, there ya go.” She says with a chuckle and I roll my eyes.

“You two get in here, breakfast is done.” Dad yells out and we both quickly run to the kitchen and jumping into our seats start to fight for the bacon. “Alright you two, there’s enough to go around.” He chides and we both stop. Daisy was only a year older than me so we got along really well, especially since neither of us really knew our mothers. “So (Name), did Fury email you your class schedule?”

“Yup,” I reply as I finish chewing a piece of bacon. “Homeroom is with Professor Pym, from there it’s History of Mutants with Wolverine, Anatomy of Mutants with Professor Pym, Calculus with Vision, then a nice lunch before Gym with May, then English with Professor McCoy,  and lastly is Foreign and Ancient Languages with the goddess Freya, before they let everyone go for clubs.”

“Damn that’s a lot, they only classes I have are the basics with the addition of gym and Inhuman abilities 101.”

“I’m as surprised as you.” I say as I reach up and scratch the back of my neck. “But then again being a mutant has its advantages.”

“No ganging up on me you two, I may not have any Super powers but I’m still your dad.” Phil says making Daisy and I smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, we know the rules Coulson.” Daisy says as she looks at her cell phone before her eyes widen. “Crap! We’re gonna be late!” She yells out as she grabs some last pieces of bacon before instantly racing toward the door. I grab a couple myself as I run over to the door and slipping into my designated academy loafers I grab my backpack and with a quick wave to Phil we race out the door and down the street toward school. “We’re not gonna make it!” Daisy yells and I groan inwardly.

“Grab on!” I yell out as I hold out my hand to her. She instantly takes it and with as much strength I can muster I jump sending us soaring into the sky. Oh did I forget to mention I can fly? Yeah, that’s right, I can fly.

Let’s go back a little bit to delve into my mysterious history. My father is Agent Phil Coulson of SHIELD. My mother is unknown, he never speaks about her and I have no pictures; however I inherited my mutant genes from her. I’m telekinetic, I can fly, and I have super strength. To sum it all up, I’m a Hines 57 of superpowers. Out of all my powers though, flying is my favorite.

“(Name), I can tell you’re reminiscing up there but I kinda think you passed the school.” Daisy calls out and I shake my head as I realize I had in fact passed the school.

“Oops! My bad!” I call back as I turn around and speed back to the school gates. Reaching them I slow down and gently set Daisy down before I land softly on my feet. Daisy glances at her cell phone and lets out sigh of relief as she says, “Made it, and with fifteen minutes to spare.”

“I know, I’m just that good.” I reply jokingly making her roll her eyes.

“Come on, I’ll show you where your homeroom is.” She says and I nod as I follow after her.

“LOOK OUT!” I hear someone yell and turning see a soccer ball flying towards us and I instantly reach out and grab it stopping it just inches from my face. “Sorry about that, some people don’t know their own strength.” A young dark skinned boy says as he smiles apologetically at me.

“Its fine,” I say as I toss the soccer ball back to him.

“Hey Falcon; why don’t you tell the other soccer nuts to watch where they’re kicking their balls?” Daisy says as she folds her arms over her chest.

“Will do, we’ll try to be more careful next time.” He says more to me and I nod.

“Thanks,” I reply as I nod sheepishly.

“See ya around Daisy!” Falcon calls out to my sister as he runs back over to the soccer field. I turn back to her and she just shakes her head as she says, “Falcon’s a good guy; the other soccer nuts however get on my nerves.”

“Falcon? Is that his actual name?” I ask as we reach the academy double front doors.

“His real name is Sam Wilson; his codename is Falcon, just like mine is Quake.”

“Where do you get your names?” I ask and she shakes her head while sighing.

“(Name) you really don’t want to know the answer to that question.”

“DAISY!” I hear a female name call out and I turn to see a girl with long blonde hair jogging up to us.

“Hey Bobbi!” Daisy calls back waving to her friend, “I’ll be there I a sec.” She turns back to me and says, “That’s Bobbi, or Mockingbird if you wanna use her codename.”

“Bobbi’s easier to remember,” I say as I smirk at my sister.

“Same here.” Daisy leads me up the stairs to the third floor. At the top she turns right and leads me about three doors down before she says, “This is Professor Pym’s classroom. If you need anything just send me a text. I’ll try not to collapse the building getting to you.”

“Thanks Daisy,” I reply as I walk into the room to already see some people inside. Looking around I find an empty seat in the back next to the window and make a beeline for it. I wasn’t very social. In fact I was extremely antisocial. At my last school I didn’t have any friends and I was constantly bullied for being a mutant. Of course I never retaliated against any of them, for one I could kill them with a single punch, it just wouldn’t be worth it. As I sit down I glance out the window to see a single solitary young man in the villain’s plain black uniform sitting with his back propped against the fence.

I tilt my head as I find myself unable to look away from him. His shaggy brown hair was waving gently in the breeze. I couldn’t see his face but I found myself wanting too. “I wouldn’t stare too long if I were you.” I hear a female with a Russian accent say and I turn to see a young girl with long brown hair sitting in front of me.

“Oh?” I ask as I glance back toward the fence

“You may get in trouble with Principle Fury; you see we’re not allowed to have anything to do with them.”

“I read the pamphlet,” I say pulling my eyes away from him and back to her. “It never did say why though.”

“No one really knows,” She replies as she wiggles her hands making a book appear from within her bag. “I’m Wanda by the way,”

“(Name), (Name) Coulson.” I reply as I hold my hand out to her. She looks down at it for a moment before replying, “So you are Daisy’s sister, there is not much resemblance.”

“That’s because we’re not blood related.” I reply as I reach into my bag and pull out my cell phone.

“Well, welcome to Hero Academy (Name); if you need anything, just ask.” She says with a smile and I nod.

“Thank you,” I reply feeling deep down that I might have made a friend.

“LOOK OUT!” I hear a voice yell and I turn right as a guy wearing a red and black suit lands hard on my desk. My eyes widen as I glance down at him. “Oh, hi there!” He replies his focus turning to me as he rolls over onto his side. “The names Deadpool; registered badass; what’s yours?”

“(Name),” I reply smirking at him.

“Wade, get off her desk!” Wanda orders as she waves her hand sending him immediately to the other side of the room.

“Aw Wanda; why you gotta ruin my fun.” Deadpool replies as he picks himself up off the floor and walking back over sits down at the desk beside me. He lifts up the bottom of his mask to reveal that his skin is covered in burn scars before he smiles at me. “So, (Name), how you liking the whole hero experience so far?”

“Wade, class hasn’t even started yet; give the girl a break.” I hear another male say and look to the right to see a blonde guy wearing a purple undershirt under his uniform jacket and twirling a drumstick. “The names Clint,” He says as he walks over and plops down in front of Deadpool.

“(Name),” I reply as I offer him a polite smile.

“Alright you hooligans, time to get school started,” Professor Pym calls as he walks into the room making all the students scamper off to their reserved seats.

“We’ll talk after class,” Clint says and I nod. He quickly turns around in his seat and I squint as I notice that he has hearing aids in his ears. I turn back to the window and once again glance at the mystery man setting alone against the fence. I prop my head up on my hand as I tune my ears into Pym’s lesson but my eyes remain focused on the mystery man.


The first few hours went by smoothly with each class beginning with me having to introduce myself over and over again. Most of the so called heroes either ignored me, while some stared at me with snobbish eyes. I let out a sigh of relief as the lunch bell rings. Walking down to the cafeteria I grab my food and look around for Daisy but didn’t see her anywhere. “(Name) over here!” I hear Clint’s voice call out and I turn to see him setting with Wanda and Deadpool along with a couple others I didn’t recognize.

Making my way over I accidentally bump into a girl with long auburn hair. “I’m sorry!” I reply as I quickly take a step back away from her.

“Are you kidding me?!” She yells out as she wipes some spaghetti sauce off of her green vest. “This is Armani!”

“I… I said I was sorry.” I say sheepishly as I try to back away.

“Hey Jean she said she was sorry,” I hear Deadpool say and I look up to see him now standing between us.

“Whatever,” she replies as she stomps away angrily. I mentally kick myself as I stare off in her direction.

“Don’t worry about her (Name), come on; follow me.” Deadpool says as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and leads me over to the table where he was sitting. “You already know Clint and Wanda.” He says and I nod. “Well from left to right we have Peter, Matt, and Natasha.”

“Nice to meet you all.” I say as I offer a small wave.

“Nice to meet you too.” Matt says offering me a soft smile.

“Come on you can sit next to me.” Deadpool says as he pulls on my arm making me drop down into the seat next to him.

“Wade…” Natasha warns and he holds his hands up. “So (Name), if you don’t mind me asking; what’s your super power?”

“I have a few,” I reply as I reach out and take the apple from my tray.

“Like more than one?” Clint asks curiously and Natasha skips him on the back of the head as she says, “That’s what a few means jackass.”

“It’s okay,” I reply smirking, “Um let’s see, I have super strength, I can fly, and I’m telekinetic.”

“Oh me too!” Wanda calls out excitedly. “Well that including a few more dark and sinister things.”

“We’re human,” Natasha calls pointing from Matt to herself to Clint.

“Natasha is a Russian super spy, while Clint is an excellent marksman, and well I can see very well for being a blind man.” Matt says summing the three of them up.

“Is that all?” I say joking making Natasha smirk and say, “I like her.”

“And Pete here was bit by a radioactive Spider.” Deadpool says laying his head on Peter’s shoulder.

“Get off Wade!” Peter says a smirk covering his lips as he shakes Deadpool off.

“Okay, is your name Wade or Deadpool?” I ask the question suddenly boring a hole into me.

“His name is Wade, you can call him that.” Clint says as he tosses a tater tot at Wade.

“So Deadpool is his codename then?” I ask and Clint nods.

“Mine’s Hawkeye; Nat’s is Black Widow; Peter’s is Spider-man; Matt’s is Daredevil; and Wanda’s in Scarlett Witch.” Clint says and I smirk.

“Those are awesome.” I reply as I look around at all of them.

“Don’t worry you’ve got gym after this right?” Wanda asks and I nod. “I’m sure Cap will come up with something.”

“Cap?” I ask tilting my head to the side.

“Someone say my name?” I hear a deep voice say and I turn toward it to see a tall muscular guy with sandy blonde hair standing at the edge of the table with a bright perfect smile on his face.

“Yes,” Clint says as he catches his attention. “Steve this is (Name), (Name) this is Steve; otherwise known as Captain America.”

“Nice to meet you (Name),” He says offering me his hand along with a warm smile.

“Likewise Steve,” I reply as I take his hand and give it a firm shake.

“May I sit down?” He asks and I nod as I slowly slide closer to Wade who nonchalantly leans his head onto my shoulder making me chuckle. “Fury and Coulson have told me a lot about you.” Steve continues and I smile.

“You know my dad?”

“Coulson’s your dad?!” Wade exclaims making the huge cafeteria go quiet.

“Yeah, Wade, hence her last name is Coulson.” Wanda says flicking her wrist making Wade smack himself. As the cafeteria starts to bustle again Steve starts to talk to me about what my father has told him about me. It seemed like my father liked to brag, a lot, about me and Daisy. Steve was nice, and his friendliness didn’t come off as forced, in fact none of the people here at this table seemed to have any problem at all with making a new friend; and for that I was thankful.

Will Continue in ~ One Joke Too Far

Mandatory Education (Part 1/?) (AOS/X-Men/Deadpool x reader)

Request: Can you please do an Agents of Shield/X-Men crossover where you’re a powerful mutant with dark energy manipulation and after an incident resulting in civilians getting hurt you go on the run from Shield and hide out at the school for mutants please.

No, oh please, no.

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My Top Deadpool Moments

Now that he’s getting more popular and there’s more people entering into the fandom I want to show my favorite Deadpool moments ( in no particular order ) beyond just his jokes. Don’t get me wrong, he’s great comic relief but he’s also so much more than that and I want to give people an incentive to dig deeper because I think you’ll like what you find. And if you don’t, that’s okay. If he’s always just going to be comic relief to you or if you end up hating him that’s your perogitive. But I welcome anyone who is a part of the fandom to feel free to come to my blog any time and discuss!

I’ll put the rest under read more so it doesn’t clutter anyone’s blog or weigh down the mobile users.

Obviously there will be some spoilers under the cut so please know that going in. I’ll try to keep things fairly vague so I don’t spoil everything, though.

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doctor-wombat  asked:

Hi! So I recently got into the Hulkeye fandom, and one of my friends think it is really far fetched. I'm not really good at explaining why it is such a good ship, so I was wondering if you could help me out? Thank you so much! And I love your blog!

First, sorry this took so long, I think tumblr tried to eat it. And, alright, so, I have waaay too many opinions on this, so let me start out by saying, thank you for coming to me, and also, please fasten your seat belts, we’re in for a bumpy ride.

Let’s start with the basics: 

Background Parallels

Both Bruce and Clint were born into homes that were…let’s just say, less then stellar. It’s not stated in the movies (which is, obviously, not where I came to ship them from, but that’s for another part), but both were born to fathers who were highly abusive and violently alcoholic. Both lost their mothers to these same circumstances, though there are slight variations. (Clint has a brother, while Bruce has no one to suffer with him). Though they are not alike in what they receive from their fathers, both take away irreparable scars, such as the PTSD and possible DID Bruce suffers from, and Clint’s partial deafness, and his own unshakably cautious personality. When growing up, Bruce goes to school, and Clint lives in a circus, but there’s an unmistakable likeness, in which they both slowly begin to develop the things that will one day make them heroes: Clint is taught by Swordsman and Trickshot to shoot, and Bruce is bullied enough that he often has blackouts of rage and violence. Both have terrible occurrences near the end of their adolescence, with Clint being nearly killed by both his brother and the Swordsman, and Bruce nearly committing suicide as he plants a bomb inside of his high school. Neither had childhoods, neither enjoyed a high school career (though Clint, it seems, never went to high school at all), and, later, each went through portions of their lives where they believed they were doing the right things (Bruce working for the military on the Gamma Bomb, Clint working as a hired gun for Trickshot) but inevitably discovered that those things would only ever mark them as villains.

Which leads us into the next reason:

Villain or Hero?

In the comics, both Bruce and Clint start out their hero careers as perceived villains. In nearly every instance, comic, TV show, or movie, they always manage to get a bad wrap, and this is something they have in common on an all too frequent basis. Whether it’s Clint accidentally committing a crime with the, then still villainous, Black Widow (Comics), or being mistaken for a HYDRA Agent (TV Show), or perhaps even being brainwashed into working for the enemy (Movie), Clint always seems to get a bad wrap in the beginning. Bruce, though his ‘villainy’ is on a different scale, always manages to get pegged as the monster. There’s not real reason to point out specifics, it’s just pretty obvious why, honestly. The Hulk is no cuddly bear, after-all. It doesn’t help that usually they both believe it, either. They’re disasters, but they’re heroes, and they never believe a word of it, no matter what.

Which actually leads into why the ship is great:

They Only See The Best in Others, and Each Other

They’re always rather selfless, if in their own ways. Bruce, spending his time to save lives while in India. Clint, buying an entire apartment building just so people aren’t evicted. Both suffering with every inch they walk just so no one else will feel pain. They see the good in a world that really has never treated them right, and they save it, time and time again, no matter how much the endure. God, the world has literally wrung them through hell time and time again, and they still find it in their hearts to protect people, just so no one else goes through something similar, and I think that’s beautiful. So, to put two fiercely loyal, violently cynical and hopeful (all at once),and incredibly loving creatures together in the same mixing pot, there’s bound to be, in my eyes, something.

Each Other, God, They Adore Each Other

They make the other want to be better; I think that would be the strongest point in their relationship, and it should be the strongest point in any relationship, truthfully. Bruce has a self-loathing tendency that stretches into the far reaches of outer-space, but how could you hate yourself if you had someone like Clint, who eats too much pizza and adores puppies and wins at Mario Kart and fights the good fight not because he has something to prove, but because he knows nothing else but fighting the bad of the world–how could you hate yourself if he loved you? Because Clint would look at Bruce and once he got past the mask of the serene doctor he would find a deeply wounded, strong man, a man who deserves his respect, his awe, and he’d look at him and see the stars. And how could Bruce not start to love himself a bit when Clint, the man who was once a boy who donned his circus outfit and called himself a superhero because the world was dark and grim and he wanted to save it, how could he not love himself when he saw himself through Clint’s eyes? How could Clint not love himself just a bit more when Bruce cupped his hands around the space Clint occupied like it was made of glass and cradle it to his chest because the very idea of hurting anyone, but especially Clint, was one of the only things that could truly hurt Bruce? How could he not love himself when someone with the biggest heart and the strongest will looked at him and spoke those three words like they were a prayer and a death sentence and a plea all at once? If Bruce loved something, then it had to be good, right?

And now, let’s talk about how you’re gonna make your friend ship it:


I’m not going to lie to you. There’s a reason this ship isn’t wildly popular: it basically comes out of left field for most people. There’s a few places you can find it in bits (EMH and the like), but those are very minor, and most interactions are with the Hulk, not Bruce Banner himself. If you want real, honest-to-god substance for this ship, you’re going to have to go diving into the deep, dark world of fanfiction and wade through it. Suspend your disbelief. Read the fics that I think are great, look at the authors who deserve your adoration, and never look at canon again, because canon will only ever hurt you. (Well, Fraction Hawkeye is good, and Bruce is pretty great in everything, but understand that you can pick and choose any canon you want when it comes to Hulkeye–no one cares, as long as you’re respectful to the characters.)

adenil-umano I sing his praise a lot, but THIS writer right here has written enough Hulkeye au’s to set me for life, and if you go to his AO3 here you’ll find plenty of fic to drown you friend in.

This is a great ongoing series for if you really want something to do with them knowing each other as children, which is, as always, the absolute best kind of AU.

Nonymus on AO3 has written a few great hulkeye fics that really shaped the way I, personally, view the ship, and I recommend In The Details so highly that I can’t rant enough about how much I adore it. Also, His True Colors was one of my personal firsts.

The Care and Feeding of Lost Causes is so good, I won’t even go into detail other than to sing its high praises because it is just so good. Everything about it.

The Devil in Me takes the themes of Clint’s mind control and makes the world a better place with its absolute spot on use of it as both a plot point and as a stepping stone between Bruce and Clint, I adore it.

Honestly, friend, I think this is all I can give you for now. I hope this helped? It’s kind of disjointed and wild, but that’s how Hulkeye is in my head, so it’s the best I have. If your friend doesn’t agree with you after this, I dunno if they ever will, because, honestly, these fics, these stories, these reasons, are why I ship Hulkeye, and are why everyone else should ship it too.

Unlikely Hero

Fandom: Marvel/Deadpool 

Character: Wade Wilson 

Reader Gender: Female 

Summary: When you and Wade end up in some deep shit, you didn’t expect the situation to end up how it did. 

Warnings: Swearing, Violence 

Word Count: 1844 


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