𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

50; sad times

//yes, we're talking about trans men's menstruation. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this chapter. It's why he's been a little more chaotic :)

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-'🕷 Peter let out a soft sigh as soon as he was in the red corvette. His back pressed against the leather seat, holding onto his backpack. Wade leaned over, to kiss his cheek.

[ He looks sad. Did we do something wrong?]

[ He just got here. How could we have?]

[ Maybe it's something we said..?]

[ All we said was " I love you, Petey-Pie" ]

Wade frowned, blue eyes meeting his lovers face. Brown orbs were filled with pain, his arm wrapped poorly around his stomach, nails digging into his skin. Peter felt like shit, but he didn't know how to tell Wade.

For some reason, his cramps were worse after the spider bite. Every growl of his stomach was this paralyzing shock that ran down to his toes. His hormones were like the static from a radio station, engulfing his small body. He had the urge to crawl into bed and rott there until death.

It only made it worse that his breasts were unusually sore, causing dysphoria to follow him around like an unwanted ghost.

This was all going on, while Wade stared lovingly down at him. That beautiful face filled with love as he watched his baby close, Wade just wanted to help.

[ Well there has to be SOMETHING! He looks like he was just punched in the stomach or something!]

[ Well, there's no way to know unless he fucking tells us. ]

Please don't fight, we need to find out what's wrong..

The boxes went silent, as soon as Wade's gaze caught the tear inching down Peter's porcelain face. He reached over to brush the salty tear off of those heavenly freckles.

" How about, you tell me what's wrong? " Deadpool whispered softly, a loving tone in his soft voice. " I can't help unless you tell me what's wrong.."

Peter responded with a silent sob, long lashes shutting tightly. He couldn't help but tilt his head into the warm touch, pink lips shaking softly. He wasn't trying to be a bitch, it just so happened that he was acting like a bitch.

" Petey-Pie?" The mercenary hummed, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

" I don't want you to know.."

" Why?"

" Because I don't want you to look at me like I'm any less of a man.." The Brown eyes stared frantically out the window, gaze tossing along the outside nervously.

" Look at me." Wade ordered, his tone still gentle. The large man grasped his chin, pushing his face up look up at him. " Nothing. Nothing, could ever make me think you're any less of a man.."

Peter let out a breath; droplets of tears stuck inside those thick lashes. He bit his lip, holding back a sob as he held onto Wade's wrist. Here goes.

" I..I don't know how to tell you without making you uncomfortable."

" Uncomfortable? I've never been uncomfortable in my life. Comfortable is my middle name."

" Okay, Okay." He wiped his tears, slowly adjusting himself in the seat. " I um, well I kind of..got my period last night?"

" Oh! Oh, don't worry about me baby." Wade gasped, running fingers through his curly hair. " Are You okay?"

" I just..no.."

" That's okay. Why don't we go home, and watch hot tub time machine." Wade leaned down to press a kiss against his cheek.

" Uncle Bucky is in that movie." Peter giggled, a smile sliding along his soft lips. " But can we watch a Disney movie?"

" Which one?"

" Mulan!" He squeaked happily, his grim widening. " It's my favorite movie."

" Congratulations, Li Shang successfully made a man out of you." Wade leaned down, to take the you get males lips in his own.

He could deal with this.

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Peter sat comfortably on the couch, a fluffy blanket wrapped tightly around him. Wade's arm laid loosely around the boys waist, his lovers back pressed comfortably against his stomach.

Wade had let his spider order whatever he wanted, and his taste was idly similar to Tony's. Everytime Peter picked, they always got burgers, fries and milkshakes. Always. Peter got to pick every other night, Wade, for obvious reasons got the remainder of the week. Except for date night on Saturday, that was a surprise.

Peter allowed the blanket to slip from his shoulders as he turned to climb onto the man's lap. The mercenary pulled him close, a large hand holding his hip. The spider nuzzled his freckle dusted face into the crook of his neck.

Warm, scarred hands gently rubbed his sides and stomach, peppering light kisses across those beautiful features. Pete allowed his lids to slide closed, soft hands hanging onto his large shoulders. The mercenary pushed the blanket back over his lover, watching him slide into a calming sleep.

" Goodnight, Spider-Butt."

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// :)