Do I like tattoos so much that I spent an hour finding tattoos and now can't part with any of them? Yes, yes I do.

This is a request made by... Cutiepuppy1 wooo! I finally completed it, yay! Sorry it's taken so long!

Also HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!!!

Yes, I'm back at it again with my bad photoshop! And as a Pride Month surprise (and apology for my lack of uploads) I'm posting two chapters today! Yay!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of Bullying, mentions of assumed depression (if that's a trigger...?), and bullying over assumed depression

Ships: Shurichelle, Ironstrange, and Spideypool

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"So, Petey-Pop, ready for gym class?" Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool, asked, scaring his boyfriend.

Sixteen year old Peter Parker-Stark-Strange shrieked, dropping his psychology text book since he was trying to put it away when Wade appeared.

A swarm of nearby teenagers laughed but they did not find the situation particularly funny, though that didn't stop them from using it to their advantage. To those brats, bullying people for their insecurities and short comings was a good source of entertainment, especially when it came to Peter Parker (as he was called while in school).

It was assumed by a majority of the student body that Peter was depressed, beginning with rumour spread by a group of petty girls angry he'd 'turned Wade gay'. He'd been teased lightly at first but when people started noticing he only wore long sleeves, never short ones, the real bullying started.

Peter glared at Wade - who grinned widely in amusement - before picking up his book. "Is anybody ever really ready for Gym class? No. Not one bit!"

"The mental, physical, and emotional trauma it puts me - and all the other students - through should be enough to send Mr Scones to jail for life!" Peter cried, putting his book in his locker and slamming the thin metal door shut. Wade snickered, rolling his eyes at Peter's antics.

"Agreed." Three voices from behind them said, making the presences of Shuri, MJ, and Ned known to the couple.

Wade shook his head at his four friends. "What could go wrong?"

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'A lot! A lot could go wrong!' Peter screamed internally, looking at his Gym teacher with a look of disgusted horror.

The brunette teen turned to his blonde boyfriend - who had an identical look plastered across his face, just like all their classmates. "This is all your fault!" He snarled quietly, only loud enough for Wade to hear.

Mr Scones - their extremely hairy, sunburnt, and horrifyingly naked 47-year-old Gym teacher - was standing before them, wearing nothing but a neon yellow speedo.

"Clothes off and change, shit heads! We are doing swimming today because some of you wimps whined to your mummies about how '107 leaps of the oval is tortureeee!'" Mr Scones demanded, changing his voice to a high pitched whine for the last part.

The students quickly made their ways to the changing rooms - Peter grabbing his bathers before fleeing towards one of the bathroom stalls.

"Oi! Depresso! Finally gonna show us your scars, aye?" One of the boys called towards Peter, whilst another boy shot forward - knocking into the brunette.

This caused Peter to fall on the cheap and slippery tiled floor, dropping his bathers and towel into a pile.

As Peter attempted to stand up (even with his powers, it was hard to regain his footing), the guy that knocked him over reaches down and snatched up his long sleeved swimming shirt. As to not raise suspicion, the guy dropped his spare swimming shorts (which was the same colour as the shirt) into the pile.

The two bullies laugh loudly - half because Peter had been pushed over, and half because their petty crime.

Spider-Man shot them a glare, picked up his belongings, and carefully marched into an empty bathroom stall - making sure not to slip a second time.

Whilst Peter changed into his bathing shorts,  the two bullies snuck over to the stall, completely silent. At first they'd planned to simply keep Peter's swimming shirt - forcing him to use his sweater instead, which would mean he'd suffer with a soaking t-shirt until he arrived home - but their plans changed.

Some point after he'd taken off his sweater, it had landed on the bathroom floor - perfectly within reach of anyone walking past. And so, with yet another fast snatch, both of Peter's shirts were now in the possession of his bullies.

"Hide then! Hide them!" The first bully squawked quietly, and the second one did just that.

Within seconds a shout of annoyance cane from the stall (from Peter realising his swimming shirt was gone), then a second one as Peter realised his sweater was too.

The unnamed bullies both let out bursts of maniacal laughter before quickly making their way to the pool area.

The locker room emptied as Peter stood in his stall, unsure how to proceed.

He couldn't just not do the lesson - he'd fail, literally. Mr Scones had a policy that if you left the school during one of his lessons  - even if a parent was there to pick you up early - you would fail.

So Peter had two options; walk out there shirtless and let the bullies win, or wrap his towel around his shoulders and beg Mr Scones to let him sit out.

Either way he would be absolutely humiliated, so he decided to go with option number two. He wasn't an extremely prideful person, after all.

Multiple people snickered as he left the bathroom, clearly having heard about the bullies' theft. Peter ignored them and stormed over to where the teacher was.

Mr Scones was doing aerobic within the water, still in his bright yellow speedo, sadly. Peter was sure that someone from the office must have come to scold him over his inappropriate attire at some point in the day, but the teacher had probably ignored them.

Having heard the whispered conversations from the past few minutes - Mr Scones knew exactly what Peter was going to ask before he asked it.

"Take off the towel, Parker, and get in the water before I fail you." Mr Scones threatens, glaring at the uncomfortable teen.

"But, Sir! You can't be serious!" Shuri, who was standing next to her girlfriend (MJ), cried, clearly aghast.

Mr Scones glared at her. "Hush, little-ms-Wakanda. You are not apart of this discussion!"

Peter, Ned, Wade, MJ, and Shuri all snarled at the teacher - so lost in their hatred for the teacher that none of them noticed the smirk of a certain named bully.

Eugene Thompson (aka Flash) strutted forward, grabbing the corner of the towel and yanking it off of Peter - who couldn't use his super strength as to avoid suspicion. Within moments, everyone in the swimming area had stopped to stare at Peter, or his body to be exact.

Instead of the skinny weak limbs covered in thin scars they'd expected, Peter was lean and muscular from his time spent as Spider-Man, and he was covered in multiple tattoos.

Across his left shoulder-blade and his right side was a large intricate black and white flowering pattern.

Between the two flowering patterns, directly where his spine was, was a trail of symbols for each of the Avengers and a few other members of his family - starting with Steve, then Clint, Tony, Thor, Hulk, Natasha, Loki, Bucky, and Stephen. Each was a black outline with a splash of their signature colours underneath.

Another trail of small coloured tattoos - this time of Spider-Man, Deadpool ridding a rainbow unicorn, and a circular robot dude named BB-8 - ran down the left side of Peter's stomach.

One of Peter's arms (the left) had the Harry Potter Deathly Hallows symbol, and a red chilli with a vine quote written in white.

And the other had a rainbow version of the Hamilton Symbol, along with the words 'I will never be satisfied' written in cursive.

Written on his chest - just above his heart - was a bold, underlined phrase and a list of names written in different styles of cursive.

Most of the students gapped or gasped, while a few of Peter's friendlier classmates wolf whistled - being led by a very enthusiastic Wade.

Spider-Man blushed deeply, yanking his towel back off of Flash and wrapping it around himself protectively.

"Parker! Don't be such a prude!" Mr Scones growled, "If you don't do your cannonball - just like the rest of the class has to - I will fail you every year until you graduate!"

Peter froze. If Mr Scones did that, he would likely not be able to graduate at all, resulting in an endless loop of failures and denials.

"Fine!" Peter spat, twirling on the balls of his feet and stomping towards the small diving board line. Wade, Ned, Shuri, and MJ followed after him, lining up right behind Peter.

The few people in front of the brunette teen moved slowly, until it was finally his turn.

Without thinking twice he hurled himself off the diving board, screaming "Yeeeeet!" as he went. His friends followed soon after.

The P.E teacher smirked victoriously, until he noticed the group of teens getting out of the pool. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?!"

Shuri and Wade grabbed their gender respective belongings, while MJ flipped the teacher off, and Peter wrapped his towel back around his shoulders - covering up his tattoos.

"We," Ned hissed, glaring at the sports teacher, "are going home!"

"You can't do that!" The teacher cried, aghast.

"Oh yes we can!" Shuri shouted back, returning from the locker room area with Wade and the group's belongings.

So they did just that; they left.

Wearing nothing but dripping wet bathing suits (and a towel in Peter's case), they strolled down the New York Streets, screaming 'SHARK!' Every so often and running away, leaving a swarm of conjured New-Yorkians behind.

"So..." MJ trailed off, looking at her friend quizzically. "Why do you cover up your muscles and tattoos, anyway?"

"Yeah, why do you? Showing off your muscles would stop those assholes from bullying you." Ned asked, tilting his head to the side. At this point they'd subconsciously stopped walking, finding themselves in a strangely empty street for New York.

Shuri and Wade nodded, agreeing with the questions.

Peter smiled softly. "Each of my tattoos has a meaning - something that ties them to me and those I love. And so, I don't want anyone who i don't love to seeing them."

His friends 'awwww-ed' before an evil smirk covered Peter's lips. "Plus, those bitches don't deserve my glorious-ness!"

The group let out a 'pfft!' as Peter continued.

"I'm fucking fabulous!" Spider-Man exclaimed, pulling a supermodel pose. "A true queen - tattoos and all!"