#ttwww

[mokkkki]

some of peter and wade's outfits from the tangled web we weave

[mokkkki]

the tangled web we weave, my spideypool fanfic and possibly the best thing i've posted to ao3, has gotten 70k hits and i literally could not be happier about it, so i've made it a playlist of all the songs mentioned in-fic and what i think matches its vibe <3

[mokkkki]

microfic - spideypool - tw: blood

He reaches out to take his hand, to console him, but he’s so damn angry that he yanks it away, burning. “What you did was not okay.” 

Peter’s eyes widen slightly, in understanding, discomfort, and a certain type of tension Wade knows really fucking well with by now. Peter saved his life, which is- which is objectively a good thing, shows that he truly cares for him, so why is he so pained by it? By the idea that Peter would die for him? He should be complimented, in a way. Pleased. 

But nothing of the smog rolling through his veins suggest pleasure. 

Peter’s voice is a forced calm, but he hears the tone underneath, a dry thing that’s both brittle and insulting. Wade knows that well, too. “So it’s okay for you to risk your life, but not mine?” 

“It doesn’t work like that,” he watches the knuckles of his hand, on the plastic sidebar of the hospital bed, slowly whiten with how tight he's gripping it. “It doesn’t work like that, and you know it, because I can die and come right back, but you can’t. You’re fragile.” 

“Fragile.” He repeats, bitter. Wade ignores it. He doesn't have time, for any more pity parties.

“Compared to somebody that can regrow a leg in five hours, yeah, you kind of fucking are! Why- why would you do that?! Why would you risk your life for somebody that can’t die?!” He explodes, the plastic snapping under his fingers, the flimsy shards tearing into the flesh on the underside of his fingers with a squelch that Peter flinches at. He lifts it up, seething, and rips the plastic pieces out, a smattering of blood staining the hospital sheets it stains. He makes Peter watch the blood drip down the hardened curve of his palm, makes Peter watch the way his body swallows up the injury, and absorbs the damage.  “What you did wasn’t heroic. It was idiotic.” He hisses. “You would’ve died for an immortal man.” 

“I wouldn’t have regretted it.” 

“And I would’ve found a way to stay dead.”

“You’ve risked your life for mine-“ 

“I don’t have a life to risk!” He says, for what is only the first time but feels like the hundredth. He starts pacing. If he had any hair, he’d rip it out the fucking socket. Peter looks small and weak in that hospital bed, with his broken bones and broken heart, and he wonders, briefly, terrifyingly, if he’s suicidal. If this was supposed to be his one last act of sacrifice. To redeem himself. Wade’s eyes narrow. “Are you suicidal?!” 

“What?” He says, sitting up now, heartbeat quickening on the monitor. “No. Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. I have a duty, I can’t just-" 

“Duty.” He shakes his head. “You have a duty, and you had-“ Had, Wade realizes, shuddering. “-me, and you were going to martyr yourself anyways. Take the easy way out.” 

“What about this seems easy to you?!” 

“The fact that you would’ve gotten the last word. You died for your city and you died for me and that would’ve meant you were somebody good, without all the complications of a living, breathing, constantly-evolving entity.” 

There’s a certain look on his face and suddenly, he knows he’s right. 

“You’re disgusting.” He’s saying, rambling and running his mouth filthy. “No, worse than that. You’re a coward.” 

He’s being too harsh, he knows, Peter wanted to save him, he can understand, he would crucify himself so that Peter wouldn’t get hurt, but what makes him irrational and rude is this; Peter would’ve sacrificed himself, not for Wade, not out of a desire to see him unharmed, but for himself. To make Wade care for him forever and ensure a pristine image. Does that make sense? He feels like he’s slipping.

“Would’ve been a pointless death,” he says, suddenly so sad he can barely breathe. “You would’ve left me all alone.” You’d be better without me, is what Peter’s probably thinking, the self-deprecating nightmare, so he replies, “And I would’ve suffered for it.” 

“You’re suffering now.” 

Wade opens his mouth and closes it. He has no rebuttal. They’ve been trying to make a relationship work so hard and for so long and each time they they we both get hurt. It’s torture, it’s massacre. It’s suffering. 

[mokkkki]

chapter 43 of ttwww 🥲 were so close to the end, thank you so much for writing this beautiful fic for us moki

thank you, youre so kind!! we are close to the end, its kind of breaking my heart - writing this fic has been an experience, ill miss it sooo much.

[indierocktv]

Hush by Modern Bones from our EP http://modernbones.com

[partymedia]

Usher - You Make Me Wanna (Raspy Meow Remix) by Raspy Meow http://ift.tt/1y9BnU4

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