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Hello <3 I just want to say I love your fics sm :,) I always come around to reread them some times ‘n I always enjoy it 🤍 I’m honestly inlove in the way you write spideypool 🫪 it motivates me in a way to start writing for them aswell <33 . have a good day !

Thank you so much! I'm so happy to hear you've been enjoying my fics, but even happier to hear you're writing your own! May you find as much joy in it as I have! This ask made my day. ❤️

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Spideypool fic idea #10

Wade Wilson meets Spider-Man under unusual circumstances and blackmails/bullies/charms his way into friendship with the superhero. As their relationship deepens, Spidey inevitably becomes stupidly overprotective due to his past experiences. Wade is so helplessly charmed by it that he omits the tiny little detail that he’s also Deadpool and thus quite immune to harm.

When Spider-Man finds out, instead of getting mad, he gets even more protective when he realizes how regularly Deadpool gets shot, stabbed, and maimed.

(OR: The one in which Spider-Man falls for Wade Wilson first and Deadpool second, because Wade deserves some loving, too. This has been on my to-write list for way too long. So many fics, so little time!)

The first time Wade Wilson meets Spider-Man, Spidey is mostly naked.

Sure, he has his boxers on, and one of his legs is stuck in his red-and-blue Spider-Man suit, but Wade doesn’t really notice either of those pieces of clothing at the time. All he sees are the delicious abs, long limbs, and miles of pale skin, stretched over lean, functional muscle.

While Wade isn’t exactly a good guy by anyone’s standards, he does try to make a point by not being a total asshole. He knows, in his brain, that right now the only halfway decent thing to do would be to avert his eyes. Maybe he should even turn on his heels and walk away. In fact, Wade means to do just that, but it’s proving a bit challenging to tear his gaze off the hot, gorgeous twink, who appears to be undressing in the alley that Wade uses as a shortcut between his apartment and the nearest corner store.

The guy stares right back, frozenly, still mostly naked. His wide-eyed, horrified gaze is glued on Wade. His mouth moves as if he means to say something, but no words emerge.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Wade says accidentally, waving his hand a little in encouragement.

The guy lets out an indignant sound, raises his hand, and shoots a burst of sticky web straight in Wade’s face. And just like that, Wade’s brain finally catches on that he’s not just meeting the hottest guy he has seen in his life, but that that guy also happens to be Spider-Man.

“Waitwaitwait!” Wade cries out as he tries to struggle the sticky web out of his eyes. “It’s you!”

There are rustling sounds in the alley now. Wade wonders if Spidey is still undressing, if he’s going to be fully naked in seconds, and if Wade will miss the entire show. Or maybe he’s already leaving, ready to disappear into the city before Wade has had the opportunity to even process all this.

“You saw nothing,” Spider-Man hisses. “This didn’t happen.”

“I saw almost everything,” Wade corrects. “But that’s on you for undressing in a very public place.”

“It’s not a public place! Nobody comes through this way. Ever,” Spider-Man replies testily.“And that’s not what I meant, and you know it!”

Wade finally gets the web mostly out of his eyes. He blinks a few times blearily, and then he looks at Spidey. Except it’s not Spidey at all. There’s no sign of the superhero’s suit anymore. An ordinarily dressed guy (who happens to be extraordinarily cute) stands in front of Wade, looking all sorts of annoyed and embarrassed.

Wade means to say something clever and charming, something that will sweep Spidey right off his feet, but once again, staring dumbly is the best he can do.

“Holy fucking shit,” Wade says. “Spider-Man.”

“I am not Spider-Man,” Spidey denies quickly.

Wade tuts. “Lying is unheroic. I saw the suit. Among other things.”

“I just… I’m just a copycat!” Spidey lies unconvincingly. “I dress up as Spider-Man for fun.”

“Now, you see, if you had claimed that you’re a weird fetishist pervert, I might have believed you, considering the circumstances, but a copycat? Not with abs like those,” Wade points out. “I know I’m repeating myself, but holy fucking shit, Spidey. No wonder you can pull off skintights like that.”

“And you call me the fetishist pervert here?” Spider-Man squeaks. His face is turning an interesting shade of red. “At least I’m not the one—!”

“Hey, it’s you who gave me a free show!” Wade protests. “I’m just an innocent bystander who got an eyeful.”

Spidey adjusts his backpack. The embarrassed blush on his cheeks deepens, but he visibly forces himself to be cool about all this.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Spidey says. “As I said, this never happened.”

“If I pretend this never happened, what do I get?” Wade asks promptly, curiously.

Spidey makes a face. “Nothing, besides a good, warm feeling for doing the right thing.”

Wade snorts. “I don’t get warm feelings for doing the right thing. Gimme something, Spidey.”

“This is blackmail,” Spidey grumbles.

Wade nods cheerfully. “Totally!”

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Hey wanted to tell you that you significantly changed the way I like spideypool. Like seriously, I would go through fics only to get back to your works because they don't exactly fit the spideypool trope I'm interested in (which is the gritty, emotional, violent and constantly clashing but they're making out abt it trope) only to realize they're your brand. Now I can't get enough of your work and that's just awesome. Do you realize how much you've changed me.

This means so much to me! 😭 I'm lowkey (very) obsessed writing fics for this ship and I just want to spread love for it. I love how messy these characters are and how messy their relationship could be, so I try my best with every work. It means so much that my fics have reached you this way. This is why I write, so thank you! ❤️

[holisticmistake]

Spideypool fic idea #9

A soulmate AU, in which there are no telltale signs who your soulmate is. You only find out when you meet them for the first time, knowing instinctively that “this is them, alright”. Basically, love at first sight. Spider-Man and Deadpool meet when Deadpool is busy trying to kill someone, and Spider-Man interferes. Both reject that soulmate bond hard because obviously they’re not going to put up with that kind of BS. Instead of falling in love, they keep fighting and arguing, driving each other crazy. Deadpool eventually decides that the easiest way to solve the Soulmate Problem™ is to kill him. Too bad that Spidey is all badass and keeps kicking his ass. Obviously, somewhere down the line, both develop feelings, and things get complicated.

Featuring but not limited to:

BAMF!Spidey

BAMF!Deadpool

A bloody, messy meet-ugly

"I would rather kill myself than be your soulmate, and I can't die, so that's saying something"

Identity shenanigans because those are mandatory with this ship

Badass superpowered fighting (that's totally not flirting!)

"Only I'm allowed to kill him" type of jealousy

"It's not love, it's probably heartburn" kind of emotional self-awareness

The sappiest of all happy endings

(I want this to be an extra messy enemies-to-lovers that truly puts the “slow” in slowburn. That intimidates me because my longest fics are just around 30k words. But writing a novel-length fic is my long-time dream. This could be it!)

[holisticmistake]

hello !!!

I just wanna say, to get out of the way, that I admire you work and I love each one of your works and I keep rereading them lol . I’m so excited to see what you have planned on your new work !

I just wanted to ask for your permission to bind some of your works into a book? I don’t want this to come overbearing or have any pressure on you so feel free to skip pass this ask or decline; I’ll for sure respect your decision!

Hi, it always blows my mind when people enjoy my fics enough for a reread! It's the best compliment. Next fic already brewing, just have to find the time to write it!

And, of course, it's alright to bind books of my works. That's such a cool hobby that I'm only happy to contribute to your project! ❤️

[holisticmistake]

Spideypool fic idea #8

Older, disillusioned Spider-Man starts to entertain thoughts about killing his enemies to make sure they never threaten anyone again. To counter these thoughts and make sure he never acts on them, he turns to Deadpool and requests that if Spider-Man ever kills someone, the mercenary stop him for good. Permanently. Deadpool isn't delighted because he has big, messy Feelings™ for Spider-Man.

(I'm working on this fic right now, hopefully it will be finished soon. Teaser below!)

“So, have you reconsidered?” Spider-Man asks as he dodges a sword coming at his head. He ducks under the blade and throws a fist in Deadpool’s face in retaliation.

“Reconsidered what?” Deadpool asks. He dodges the punch and uses the same momentum to draw a gun from its holster.

“The name of our firstborn, of course,” Peter jokes. He’d roll his eyes, but Deadpool takes that opportunity to shoot at him, so he’s too busy dodging out of the way.

“Huh?” Deadpool asks dumbly, and the gun lowers.

Peter sees an opening. He throws himself at Deadpool and takes him down with a neat, well-practiced throw. They roll onto the roof in a tangle of limbs. Deadpool’s gun rises, but Peter manages to web it out of his hand. Then they’re wrestling, both trying to force the other one down.

“The favor I asked,” Peter clarifies, “Killing me. Have you reconsidered?”

Unexpectedly, without warning, the fight leaves Deadpool. He goes slack, crashing onto his back. It happens so suddenly that Peter loses his balance and collapses right on top of him. There’s a small, startled wheeze from Deadpool as air escapes his lungs, but even as he lies there wheezing, his hands raise to grasp at Spider-Man on their own.

“Mind your manners,” Peter warns. The words remind him of Aunt May, and for a moment, his heart aches.

Deadpool ignores him.

“Fuck, Spidey,” he only says, “Give a man a warning before you drop the k-bomb on him.”

Peter tries to struggle off him, but one of Deadpool’s hands is on his forearm, the other on his waist, and it doesn’t look like he’ll be letting go of him anytime soon. Peter gives up with a sigh. He kneels on top of Deadpool and stares at his masked face.

“Well, consider this your warning,” he says. “So, have you?”

Deadpool makes a sound. It might be an incredulous laugh.

“Is it the ‘N’ or the ‘O’ that confuses you?” he asks.

“You. You confuse me,” Peter replies, exasperated now. “As I said, it’s just a failsafe. Things may never come to that. But it’s important. You kill people all the time! What’s one more? Knowing you, you might even enjoy the hunt.”

“You’re not asking me to kill people. You’re asking me to kill you,” Deadpool says.

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holisticmistake if you feel so inclined 🙇🙇🙇 please come back to ao3 🙇🙇🙇🙇🙇your spideypool fics light up my life and water my lawn and clear my skin🙇🙇thank you for reading my humble request my goat🫡🫡🫡

Good news, I'm working on a new fic! AO3 comeback is happening soon(ish) if I just find the time to sit down and write. I love this spideypool and nothing will keep me away! I'm so happy to hear you enjoy my fics, it means a lot ❤️

[holisticmistake]

Spideypool fic idea #7

Deadpool and Spider-Man aren’t on friendly terms. Or so Peter thought. Then the Daily Bugle publishes an exceptionally vicious smear campaign against Spider-Man, which prompts Deadpool to seek out the photographer whose pictures star in every article and to defend Spidey's honor. Spider-Man decides to give Deadpool a chance because, clearly, he can’t be all bad. Deadpool figures out that Peter Parker must have put in a good word for him and continues to seek his advice about Spidey.

“You vouched for me?” Deadpool asks. “Even after I threatened you with death and dismemberment?”

Peter shrugs. “It was a good cause. You meant well. Not many people would do that for Spider-Man. I felt like he should know that you stood up for him.”

“Oh,” Deadpool says, quietly surprised. “So, what's next?”

“What? What do you mean, what’s next?” Peter asks, confused.

“Spidey is talking to me now. How do I trick him into liking me?” Deadpool clarifies.

Peter rolls his eyes, exasperated. “Have you tried being likable?”

Deadpool makes a dubious sound.

“You’re supposed to be an expert on Spider-Man, and that’s all you’ve got?” he asks.

“It’s good advice!” Peter protests. “Just try it.”

“Okay, okay. But I get to tell you I-told-you-so after this goes to hell,” Deadpool says.

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With a friend like this, who needs enemies?

(The healing factor is handy, though.)

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Spidey's bad day.

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Spideypool fic idea #6

SUMMARY: Peter Parker finds a dismembered, stubbornly healing body in a dumpster. Obviously, he can't just leave Deadpool to his fate, so he takes the body parts home and grows his very own mercenary from the pieces.

(I.e., Peter picks up a stray, nurses him back to health, and keeps him forever. Comes with a side of domesticity and the usual identity shenanigans. This takes some liberties with Wade's healing powers.)

By early morning Deadpool’s head has fully attached to his torso.

Peter stands in his kitchen doorway, eating yesterday’s leftovers straight from a Tupperware container and watches on curiously. He’s been observing the morbid healing process for the entire night now, and his horror has slowly turned into fascination. As little as he knows about Deadpool, he does know this: his powers are kind of cool.

Just a few moments after the man’s head is fully attached to his shoulders again, he seems to stir. There’s clear movement behind his eyelids as if he’s dreaming rather than out cold. Peter enjoys a moment of pure panic and stress while he tries to decide if he should swap to his Spider-Man suit before the man wakes, but in the end, he decides against it. If he were the one waking up in a strange place and worse for wear, he would freak out if another unknown super was there to greet him. Thus, Peter remains Peter Parker as he waits.

Then, miraculously and against all odds, Deadpool blinks his eyes open.

Deadpool seems to go straight from unconsciousness to alertness in zero seconds flat. His eyes bounce around the room wildly, taking in his surroundings like he’s looking for the threat. Then, his bodily situation seems to register somewhere in his brain because his expression morphs into one of pain.

“Oh, oh fuck,” Deadpool grits out, and Peter finds himself quite impressed that he's capable of speech.

“Welcome back,” Peter says mildly, and Deadpool’s eyes swivel towards him. For a moment, he freezes, as if his recently rebooted brain is still computing sluggishly.

“Wow,” Deadpool slurs and openly stares at Peter. Peter feels his entire face flush under the attention. “Are you a doctor?"

Peter doesn’t know what else to say to that, so he says, “No, I’m Peter.”

“Ah, of course you are,” Deadpool says, like that makes perfect sense.

It shouldn’t make sense. None of this makes sense, Peter muses. He collected a bunch of body parts from trash, and suddenly, a whole person grew from them in his tiny apartment. This is some Mary Shelley-level crap, and Peter isn’t qualified enough to deal with this.

“How are you doing this?” Peter asks curiously, the scientist in him raising his head. He waves a hand towards the man’s limbs that are still mostly not attached to his body.

“Vital organs are probably online again,” says the man who should be dead. Peter gets a feeling he would be shrugging if he weren’t still in several pieces and probably in a significant amount of pain. “It doesn't take much for me to run my mouth.”

Deadpool sounds remarkably coherent, given the situation.

“I mean, how are you alive?” Peter amends his question.

“Oh, that,” Deadpool says, wholly unimpressed by his own miraculous recovery. “Maybe I was born with it. Maybe it’s Maybeline.”

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Unfinished fic #3

SUMMARY: Deadpool loses his memory after a head injury and forgets Peter.

At first, Peter doesn’t even realize that something is wrong because the first thing Wade says when he sees him is, “Wow, wow, wow, pretty,” which, while embarrassing, isn’t that far out of the realm of the ordinary. Wade is in the habit of saying things like that with wide-eyed sincerity that makes Peter’s useless heart turn into mush.

“Hello to you, too,” Peter replies drily to hide his fluster.

“How did you get in?” Wade asks next, sounding baffled.

“You gave me the key, remember?” Peter replies as he slips into their apartment, kicks the door closed, and then steps over to kiss Wade quickly. Wade doesn’t resist in the slightest, but he startles, which, in hindsight, should’ve been Peter’s cue that something is off. Sure, Wade’s relentless staring is a little disconcerting, too, but nothing unusual. Sometimes, he looks at Peter that way, like he can’t quite believe that Peter is real. Peter has grown used to it.

“An assassin?” Wade asks now, sounding baffled.

“What?”

“No. No, you don’t seem the type. Mail-order bride?” Wade continues.

“...Wade?”

“Look at you! You even know my name! You’re very good,” Wade says.

And that’s all it takes. Peter knows instantly that something is very wrong. Wade says nonsensical things habitually, but Peter has become good at figuring out the leaps of logic, and this? This makes no sense at all.

“You have no idea who I am,” Peter realizes.

“What? I’d never forget someone so—“

Peter raises a challenging eyebrow.

Wade relents, “I have absolutely no idea who you are. What’s your name?”

There’s a suffocating lump forming in Peter’s throat now. His next words come out strangled and panicky, “What happened?”

“Never mind that. That’s not important,” Wade says, waving a careless hand like he couldn’t care less. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Peter,” Peter chokes out.

“Peter, of course you’re Peter. You look like a Peter,” Wade says. He’s starting to look as worried as Peter feels. “I’m getting the feeling that I may have forgotten something important.”

“Please, tell me what happened,” Peter pleads.

Wade shrugs. “I don't know. I woke up somewhere, and there was a lot of blood and brains where blood and brains shouldn’t be.”

“That happens to you all the time!” Peter protests. “You’ve never forgotten anything before.”

“Who are you?” Wade asks, and Peter could cry.

“I just told you who I am!”

“No, not that. Who are you to me?” Wade asks, and it sounds both confused and a little desperate.

Peter doesn’t hesitate when he replies, “I’m yours.”

Wade seems to go a little offline at the news, staring absently again like he needs time to process the words. Peter takes the opportunity to step even closer. He isn’t entirely sure of his welcome now that Wade’s memory seems spotty at best and completely gone at worst, but he determinedly ignores the thought. He presses against Wade and wraps his arms around his midsection, burying his face against Wade’s shoulder.

“Fuck,” Peter says, heartfelt for the lack of anything better. “What the hell are we going to do? Has this happened before?”

“I don’t know. It’s not like I can remember,” Wade admits.

“What do you remember?”

Wade shrugs. “Bits and pieces. A lot, I think. It’s just all very jumbled. I remembered where my apartment was. I know who I am. I remember that Caribbean restaurant down the street.”

“But you don’t remember me at all?” Peter asks.

Wade hesitates for a moment before he says carefully, “I don’t remember you, but I think... I think I remember that I love you. If that makes sense.”

Peter’s eyes sting. Wade notices.

“No, don’t look like that,” he hurries to say.

“Like what?” Peter chokes out.

“Like somebody died,” Wade says. “I will remember you.”

“You don’t know that,” Peter argues weakly.

(I was going to publish this as a part of this series, but I couldn't get it quite right and lost motivation. I wrote another amnesia fic instead.)

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How not to give your bf flowers 101

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That feeling when you’re working on a fic and then you have a bunch of files named “rewrite.doc”, “rerewrite.doc”, “final edit.doc”, and “official version.doc”, etc., and all include a slightly different version of the same story. Like, which one am I even working on? Which one is the version I intend to finish? It’s a mystery.

(Oooor I can work on none of them and procrastinate by making this pointless post instead.)

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Spideypool fic idea #5

Summary: Despite their differences, Spider-Man and Deadpool are friends. Some of their cleverest inside jokes could be interpreted as flirting, so it makes people around them assume they're an item. Obviously, the smart thing to do is to kiss to figure if they should be more than friends. The kiss is awful, and they laugh it off. If they keep accidentally kissing after that, it's all in good spirits and nobody's business but their own.

“I can’t believe they think we’re dating,” Spider-Man complains to Deadpool. “That’s insane.”

“Yeah. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not my type,” Deadpool nods along.

“You aren’t really my type either,” Spider-Man agrees readily, because it’s true.

“What? I’m everybody’s type!” Deadpool argues. "I'm a delight!"

Clearly, he does it to draw a laugh from Spider-Man, but Peter doesn’t feel like laughing. He looks Deadpool thoughtfully up and down before he says, “Yeah, anybody would be lucky to have you.”

Deadpool freezes, staring. “What?”

“Yeah, you’re great. And fit. And a lot of fun,” Peter lists, shrugging. “If you were my type, I’d totally date you myself.”

Deadpool clears his throat a little awkwardly and turns to Spider-Man fully, curious now.

“And what’s your type anyway?”

“My exes have all been women for one, so there’s that,” Peter reveals. Then he considers his answer for a moment before continuing, “My type is someone I can trust. Someone I like. Someone who gets me and calls me out on my bullshit.”

“That’s it?”

“Pretty much.”

“How the hell are you still single?” Deadpool wonders.

Peter shrugs. “I don’t have much time for dating with all the crime-fighting and all.”

“The fact that nobody has snagged you up yet is a crime. Maybe you should fight that,” Deadpool says. “If you were my type, I’d do it myself.”

“What’s your type then?” Spider-Man asks.

Deadpool thinks for a moment. Then he shrugs.

“Anybody who’ll have me. Beggars can’t be choosers," he says.

“I’d have you,” Peter points out, a little offended on Deadpool’s behalf. While it’s true that Deadpool might have a few minor faults (such as his violent tendencies and the boxes in his head), he’s still great overall, and anyone would be lucky to have him. Deadpool is loyal to a fault, and he would make a fantastic boyfriend to anyone who isn’t a total fool.

“That’s different! We’re friends, so you’re obligated to say that,” Deadpool replies.

“It’s true, though,” Spider-Man argues, suddenly serious.

“As you said, I’m not your type,” Deadpool shrugs, “So, the point is moot.”

Maybe Deadpool is right, but something about it still sits wrong with Peter. He can’t quite put his finger on what it is, but as he mulls it through in his head, an odd feeling arises.

His silence lasts for so long that clearly Deadpool starts to think he’s won the point.

“Soooo, we should totally go grab a bite and then—“ Deadpool starts, but Peter interrupts him.

“We should make out,” Peter says.

Deadpool makes an accidental sound, air escaping from his lungs in an odd wheeze. Heat rises onto Peter’s cheeks, but he doesn’t back down.

“What do you mean, make out?” Deadpool asks slowly.

“You. Me. Kissing,” Peter clarifies, squaring his shoulders, like he’s preparing for a fight. “We should try it out. How do I know you aren’t my type, if we’ve never... You know.”

There’s a brief pause while Deadpool considers it, his masked head tilted in thought. Peter waits it out patiently, even though he can feel something like regret rising from somewhere deep within. This suggestion has a lot of friendship-ruining potential. What was he thinking?

“Yeah, sure, why not?” Deadpool says finally, and it’s clear that he’s pretending to be casual about it. “Now?”

“No time like the present,” Spider-Man replies.

For a moment, neither of them makes a move. Then Deadpool nods, as if he has made up his mind.

“Oh well, fuck it,” he says. Then he takes a step closer and pushes his own mask up halfway with his other hand, before doing the same to his best friend.

“You can still change your mind, and we can laugh this off,” he still says.

Spider-Man replies by kissing him.

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Spidey: "What are we?"

Deadpool: *breaks out the silliest wedding dress known to man*

(I'll see myself out.)

[holisticmistake]

He's so grumpy.

Now, excuse me while I sit around waiting for Marvel to give me a call and a job.